Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2002 19:06:38 EST
From: ClayDo1986@aol.com
Subject: Freshman Soccer Buddies 2

	This story was prefaced by "Freshman Soccer Buddies," submitted to
Nifty on December 1st. Although this extension does not rely on the plot of
the first story, if you want the flavor of these true happenings, I advise
you to read part one...
	My name is Clayton, and this story picks up where the last one left
off: Logan and I were going to the movies. After three years, the title of
the movie has escaped my mind, but our thoughts and how we pursued them
seems like yesterday. As horny 14 year olds who experienced our first time
of long awaited gay sex, our attention was focused most heavily on each
other, rather than the film. We both had raging hard-ons throughout the
movie, and we even took a "bathroom break" halfway through the movie to
give our pricks some fresh air and sexual relief. Had we been licensed
drivers, we would have left the theater, but waiting for my mother to pick
us up only added to the sexual tension and excitement. When the movie
ended, we raced to the car and as my mother drove us home, our eyes were
fixated on one another's crotches.
	My mother informed us as we walked through the garage that my
brother and sister were out for the night, and that we could have the TV
room to ourselves after we brushed our teeth and Logan called his mom. This
added to the secrecy of our lovemaking because now we had a locked door and
basement steps separating us from the rest of the house instead of being
two doors down the hall from my parent's bedroom.  Hygiene and parental
figures were way after ourselves on the to-do list, so instead of wasting
Colgate and weekend minutes, I told Logan to sit on the sink without
touching his belt buckle so I could have the honors... I un-tucked his polo
and reached my lanky arms up into his shirt, then out his sleeves, allowing
his hairless chest to be exposed to the humidity. His head wasn't even out
of his shirt when my tongue met his nipples, spending nanoseconds on each
one, speeding up my journey to my final destination: his already hard
cock. As I licked down his stomach, he reached behind me and un-tucked my
shirt, slipping his hands underneath my pants and into my boxers. As his
middle finger parted the top of my ass crack, I pulled his zipper down with
much care, preventing the head of his 5-inch cock from being pinched (a
nightmare). After giggling and fiddling with the button of his
boxer-briefs, I unleashed his swelling cock head and covered it with my
saliva filled mouth. As my mouth went further down his shaft, I knew he was
ecstatic because I felt only his palms on my ass, so his fingers were
tensed. When I took his dick out of my mouth, a string of (what I though at
the time) spit elongated from the slit of his prick to my lips, snapping
once I was about a foot from his penis. As I straightened my back and stood
up, his hands could no longer reach my ass, but as I inched closer to him
so his bare chest could meet my covered chest, he put his hands back on my
ass, and I moved closer for my first kiss with a male. At this point in my
life, I hadn't even experienced my first peck on the lips with a girl. We
skipped the dry-lipped peck and rolled our tongues together, all the while
his hands were caressing my ass while I pushed his head closer to mine with
my left hand and felt the still wet head of his cock with my other. All
this action spanned only several minutes, and we knew this "pre-game" was
only delaying our objective of getting downstairs. I removed my opened
mouth from Logan's and whispered, "Last one downstairs takes it in the ass
first." The irony of this proposition surfaced when each of us opened the
door for the other, inviting ourselves to getting pounded by the other's
cock. We undressed, leaving on our pajamas (boxers) and scurried by my mom
with our sleeping bags covering our boners, his still sticking out! This
would be the first time in my life when I didn't hug my mom goodnight
because my hard cock would surly have rubbed her the wrong way (both
literally and figuratively)!  When we got to the basement doors, we paused
and looked into each other's eyes, knowing that whoever entered last would
have the pleasure of feeling the other's cock imbedded in their
bubble-butt. I opened the door and said, "Guests first, Logan." He brushed
off my invitation. I then took his arm, and threw him towards the narrow
stairway, shut the door behind us, and locked it. "Go downstairs and bend
over, Clay!" Logan said, rolling his eyes. When we got downstairs, we both
pulled our boxers down to our knees and I jumped on the beanbag with my ass
facing the ceiling. He laid on top of me with his cock head on the lower
part of my back... He started humping my crack while his hand reached
around and grabbed my dick. I tried to reach around and grab his ass, but
the farthest I could get was the back of his upper thighs. He sat up with
his knees on both sides of my ass, and parted my ass with his fingers. I
looked back and watched him do all of this. I reached back to touch his
cock, and after only a few strokes he removed my hand because I was getting
in his way.
	Once my cheeks were parted, he lowered his prick into my crack and
I faced forward. As novices to anal sex, I didn't know I was supposed to
relax my ass and the thought of lube never even entered our minds. After
trying to push his prick into my ass for about 2 minutes, we gave up and I
turned over so we could lay on top of each other. We started to make out,
and I grabbed his hands with mine and intertwined our fingers. He broke our
lip-lock and started to nibble his way down to my navel, then down to my
dick... I'll always remember him sniffing my small, brown bush before he
put his lips around my cock. The "slurp-slurp" noise was much louder than
it was earlier that day. He took ownership with my dick, pumped it while
sucking the head, and he could even fit the whole thing in his mouth. Each
time he deep throated it, he stopped when his nose got to the base of my
cock and sniffed my bush, occasionally looking up at me. He had obviously
been thinking and fantasizing about this since earlier that day. I could
tell I was causing pain to my baby boy by pooling his hair in this sexual
fantasy that became reality, so I pulled his body around and we got in a 69
position. Our bodies fit on the beanbag, but our legs were sticking off
opposite ends. Since I was on the bottom, I lifted my head, reached out and
pulled apart his ass cheeks, something new for me. He made a remark about
feeling the cold air on it. I mentioned in Part One of this story how no
matter how hard our cocks got, our nut sacs would still hang low, with one
nut obviously lower than the other. After slurping on his cock for a little
while longer, I lifted my head and took one of his nuts into my mouth, with
the other between my enlarged mouth and my nose. I was determined to make
him bust first this time, so I rubbed the area between his nuts and his ass
frantically while increasingly rubbing his cock. As he announced he was
about to nut, he turned around, sat on my dick, and wacked his cock right
in front of my face. It didn't spurt out like I had hoped, but as it leaked
off, I licked it up. When he asked if I was finished, I told him no and
that I wanted to get on the net and talk to people in gay chat rooms so we
could figure out how to have "real sex."
	I'm sorry this story might not be as kinky or whatever as the
others, but I'm trying to recap what my best friend, Logan, and I have done
since we began to be friends. Depending on my homework load this week,
maybe I can tell you how the night ended! My email is
ClayDo1986@aol.com. Whatcha think? Should I finish?