Date: Fri, 4 May 2001 23:44:43 +0100 (BST)
From: Jak Off <jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: "Refreshing Water"

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I know it's been a while! But summer is coming and there are plenty of
long, hot days of hardcore writing ahead! Thanks to everyone who wrote to
me over the past few months, its nice to know that people are still
enjoying this stuff. Please note the new email address incidentally. If you
wrote to the old address you should have had details of the new one anyway.

Enjoy this then!


Refreshing Water

This summer was turning out to be much hotter and much longer than any
summer I had known before. It seemed as if the sun was getting hotter and
hotter with every day that past.  Not that I cared. I'd long since finished
college for the summer and all I had to do was kick back and relax.

Sam was the younger brother of my best mate, Charlie. He had just turned 17
and approaching his last year at high school. I hadn't really paid too much
attention to him until this summer. He'd always been the little kid that
was hanging on to our 'group'. But the old order had changed. Most of my
old friends had moved away, either to college or to get well paid jobs in
the city. Perhaps that was part of the reason why Sam had started to catch
my eye.

I think I first noticed him on a Monday morning a couple of weeks ago at
the start of June. He was at the front of his house, which is just a couple
of doors down from ours on the other side of the road. He was washing the
windows. Even by 11am that morning the heat had started to rise like a
bread oven. That was why he had his T-shirt off. He'd tucked the tattered
piece of white cotton into the waistband of his obscenely small red
shorts. As I recall it was the way he kept throwing the soapy rag backwards
and forwards across the window, flexing the muscles in his right arm with a
perfect wanking motion.

Maybe the heat was getting to my brain. Just lately I'd been seeing all
kinds of sexual innuendo in people doing the most mundane tasks. I'd not
had any sex since I came back from college. Finding other guys who want to
go to bed with you is easy when you're a few hundred miles away from
home. In your own backyard, things are little more complicated.

Anyway, there was Sam just swishing his arm back and forth. I noticed then
that the little guy had grown up since I'd last really taken any notice of
him. He'd filled out quite a bit. Not too much that would make you
suspicious of whether he was on drugs or anything like that, just nicely
proportioned. Looking back on it now, I can see that Sam had always had the
makings of a pretty cute guy about him. I suppose it's not the kind of
thing you appreciate in a little ten year old kid who has been sent out to
spend the day with his big brother and his friends.

He was tall and tan. He had this jet black hair that the light of the sun
seemed to reflect right off. He had it slicked back this particular
morning. It was as if he had just stepped out of the shower. His ass was
covered by a double layer, to my frustration totally obliterating any
chances of me evaluating tight it was. But I had already guessed from the
way the rest of him, his arms and the back of his legs looked, that his ass
would probably been in keeping with the rest of his body.

Yeah, his legs. At the time all I was being treated to was a back view, but
that was good enough for me. Holding him up tall, long, firm and with a
gentle covering of light brown/blond hairs. He wasn't wearing anything on
his feet either. And they were big! My mind began to work overtime as for
the first time I became aware of my hand groping at the front of my own
shorts. It didn't take long for my body to respond.

I had to move into a position from which I could not be seen as Sam turned
around.  From this angle I wondered why I hadn't taken a good look at him a
lot sooner. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead. I noticed the
small yet thick patch of black hairs that matted against his arm pit. I
tried to imagine his scent as his hand plunged the wash cloth back into the
bucket of soapy water. His big brown eyes were wide open, alert and taking
everything in.  Sam had the cutest button type nose, maybe somewhat out of
keeping with the man that he was turning into, but a turn on for me
nevertheless. He licked his lips to moisten them a little.  They were a
pale red colour. Sort of pouted as if waiting to be pressed against. This
whole vision of perfection was rounded off by the makings of a slight
stubbly shadow around his chin and across the top of his lip. I squeezed
the front of my boxer shorts again and headed for the shower.

The temperature of the water had all ready been set to just above cold. It
felt so refreshing against my skin that was clammy from the warm sweltering
night that had gone before. This morning I wasn't concentrating too much of
washing the remnants of the night away, rather on remembering the way Sam
had looked and how he moved. I saw his arm swaying back and forth over the
window. I recalled the way his biceps had flexed as I took hold of my eight
inch piece of meat. It jerked slighted at my grasp. I closed my eyes and
all I could see was Sam's arm. I started to pull back and forth on my dick
in time with his swiping motions across the window.

I threw my head back as the cool water splashed down upon my warm body. The
side of my hand pushed back into my thick bush of pubic hairs as I yanked
the skin of my uncut cock back to show the throbbing read head beneath to
the refreshing spray of the shower. All my senses were heightened by the
image of Sam, pushing his arm from side of side, as the water cascaded down
upon me. My balls tightened as I skinned my dick back once more. I let out
an involuntary growl. And in my mind I saw Sam pressing the wash cloth
against the glass.  Creamy white soap foamed from around his hands and ran
in tiny rivers down the window.


My parents were at work as were both of my older brothers. That meant that
for most of the summer I had the house entirely to myself just about
everyday. Perhaps after a while some people would start to get bored. But
not me. I had plenty of porn to keep me happy all day, everyday. And a sex
drive to match. Yet as good as my left hand was for relieving the stresses
of the day, or in my case, the hour, my mind knew it was no substitute for
the fun I'd been having back at college.

Like I said, I don't know whether it was the heat, lack of sex or a
combination of both that was starting to get to my brain, but I started
considering ways to relieve my frustrations. Seeing the way that the cute
kid brother of my best friend was turning into a real man, I just sort of
lost it. There are something's a man has just got to do. I decided that
this man needed to get himself a piece of action. Sam would be that action.

Of course, there was stuff I had to do before getting on to the
technicalities of forming a plan to actually get Sam into my bed or the
nearest available hard surface. Most of that stuff entailed me laying on my
brother Andy's bed with my legs rolled back, plunging a finger or two deep
into my puckered hole while working out my meat a bit more with the
other. It had been a couple of weeks since I discovered the reason why Andy
had put this huge mirror at the foot of his bed. Little did he know that it
was handy for the both of us.

By the time I had finished, cleaned up and put on a fresh pair of shorts,
Sam had of course finished with the windows. All that was left to remind me
of him was the little pools of water on the ground. Even they were starting
to be dried up by the intense heat.  It was whilst stirring at these fast
drying puddles that it struck me - water.

I grabbed the nearest shirt I could find and threw it over my heaving
chest. Almost running into the kitchen I grabbed a spanner out of one of
the drawers. I knew that Dad's obsession with fixing stuff would come in
handy one day. I went over to the basin and looked at the taps, trying to
decide if my plan really was workable. It looked it. I placed the spanner
on the nut just underneath the tap and gave it a couple of turns, enough
for it to wobble as it became loose. I replaced the spanner back in the
drawer. Taking a deep breath, I turned the tap on.  Almost in an instant,
as planed, the tap came off in my hand and water gushed forward like the
biggest ejaculation in the world -- this is what I was hoping my plan
would turn into -- soaking me and spraying water out and onto the
kitchen floor.

Without wasting anymore time working out whether the idea was a good one or
not, I ran out of the house, over the road and hammered on the door of
Sam's house. Sure enough the stud himself opened the door. He seemed
genuinely taken aback to be greeted by my, my shirt already transparent
because of the amount of water deposited on me. Breathlessly I stammered
something about taps, water, the kitchen and flooding. Right at this moment
I was pretty damn glad I took that drama module in college last term.

Phase one complete. Sam had taken the bait. He didn't waste any time
either. He just slammed the door shut behind him. Leaving me standing
there, one half of my brain considering the problems I had caused with a
couple of gallons of water pouring onto the kitchen floor, but the other
trying to take in as much of this stud, wearing just those same small red
shorts.

Quickly I gathered myself together and lead the way back to my house. When
we got to the kitchen I recall that all thoughts of my grand plan
disappeared for a second when I realised the extent of the flooding I had
caused. Still, it was worth it. Sam stood in the centre of the room, with
me by his side, the pair of us being rained upon as the water continued to
flow. It was like a communal shower in the middle of my kitchen. In that
brief moment I was able to look over at Sam. Or rather Sam's chest. I
marvelled at the way the water dripped over his him, down between his pecs
and the way it came off in small droplets from his hard nipples.

Sam shouted for me to get under the sink to try to find the stopper while
he attempted to stop too much more water from flowing out onto the
floor. Immediately I saw Sam stand in front of the sink, his legs spread
wide whilst his hands wrestled with the forceful jet of water. I dived in
between those hairy tree trunks and into the small dark cupboard.

He was shouting that I needed to hurry up and find it. I could see his
crotch from my position under the sink. I could look at it without him
seeing. I was transfixed by it. Encased in those red shorts that were
becoming wetter and wetter with every passing moment. I regained my senses
in time to reach for the stopper and turn it until the flow gradually
subsided and eventually stopped.

By now I was on my back, positioning myself to at least get a good look up
Sam's shorts as I emerged from in between his legs. I moved too quickly
though and hit my head on one of the water pipes. Genuinely concerned, Sam
at last let go of the once gushing tap and crouched down to see if I was
ok. Of course I was and continued my way out from the dingy cupboard, but
accidentally knocked him off balance. On the slippery wet floor he had no
chance and skidded down.

I stopped moving. We were in an uncomfortable situation. I had Sam right
were I wanted him, but I had never planned for it to work out like this. He
ended up laying on his belly on the wet floor. His head pushed up
dangerously close to my crotch. Sam looked up at me. Half hanging out of
the cupboard, water dripping off me. His lips I imagined were in perfect
alignment with my dick. Only my wet black football shorts separated his
skin from mine. I couldn't help myself. I had to close my eyes and swallow
hard.

"You're a bit wet." I said, desperately trying to break this awkward
silence. It was of course about the most stupidest thing I think I've ever
said in my life, but it worked. It cracked him up almost as much as me.

We stopped laughing after a while. I saw a bright white smile on his
face. I knew where I wanted those pale red lips. "Shit." He said. I looked
at him puzzled. "I've locked myself out of the house."

"I'm really sorry about that mate." I said, seeing an opportunity to put
the big plan back on track. "Grab some dry stuff off me until you can get
back in." I told him.

He thanked me and then pulled himself up from between my legs. As he stood
up I noticed that the front of his shorts had been soaked through by the
water that had gathered on the floor. They were no longer concealing
anything and I was impressed. I could clearly see the outline of his cock,
thick and juicy resting on top of his balls, sliding seductively against
the inside of his thighs.

Sam grinned as he too noticed his predicament. He took hold of the material
and shook it a bit, trying to hide something of himself. Then he reached
out a hand and helped me up from the floor. I pretended to look around at
the damage in the room when I got to my feet. I pealed off my soaking wet
T-shirt and threw it into the washing machine. I did a bit more looking
around. Casually I turned around and looked at Sam. To my astonishment, his
eyes were fixated on me. Or rather they had been looking at a particular
bit of me until I just turned around.

"What!?" I asked, grinning at him. Sam must of realised I'd caught him
looking because he just shrugged it off and said that we should probably
dry off before clearing all the mess up. I wasn't about to argue with him
on that one, so I lead him back through the house and upstairs towards my
bedroom.

I just started chatting to him a little. I asked about Charlie and how he
was getting on at school. He told me that he had started playing lots of
different sports in the past year or two. I guessed that's where the hot
body was coming from. I told him so. Not exactly like that, I was still
testing the water, but I made it plain that I had noticed his finely
chiselled features.

Pointing to my chest of drawers, I told Sam to grab something out of the
top one while I went to the bathroom to grab us a couple of towels. My mind
raced with a million and one different thoughts as I grabbed the nearest
two towels I could find. I had definitely caught Sam looking at my
ass. Surely that meant he was interested. I just had to work out how to tip
this boy one stage further. Turning looking into touching.

When I got back in to my bedroom, Sam was still standing at the open drawer
looking through the stuff. "I can't find anything but your boxers in here"
he told me "and I don't think you want me wearing a pair of those." How
wrong can one guy be? I thought to myself. But just laughed a little at his
comment.

I went up to the drawers and stood next to Sam. The water was still rolling
down his skin a little. He turned to look at me. Those big brown eyes
inviting me to dive right in. I had to look away as I felt a stirring in my
wet shorts. I told him that all my summer shorts were at the back of this
deep drawer. I searched through a couple of the piles and deliberately
pulled out a pair that had been in there for a few years now. Bright blue
and obviously too small for Sam. Just what he needed!

"Here, how about th^Å." I stopped in mid sentence as I felt a hand on my
back. My mouth dried up and all the words I wanted to say seemed to get
stuck inside my throat. I just looked straight ahead. I felt fingers
playing around the waistband on the back of my shorts. My dick reacted
immediately and started to swell even in the confines of the wet material.

The hand went below the waistband and started to gently stroke my smooth
ass cheeks.  Finally I was able to move my head and I looked over at
Sam. He had his eyes closed, a look of concentration on his face. His cute
button nose wrinkled as he sucked on his lower lip. I watched his chest
pump up and down as he breathed harder and faster. Small beads of sweat
began to form on his forehead. His hand felt like an ice stick on my
burning ass.

As my head stopped spinning with what had happened, I realised that I
needed to give Sam some sort of sign to let him know that he'd done exactly
what I wanted -- even if I hadn't planned on him making the first
move. I raised a hand up to his hard chest and ran my fingers over his
erect nipples. I saw as Sam visible relaxed. He stopped chewing on his
bottom lip and gave out a broad smile. At last he opened his seductive
brown eyes and turned to face me. We didn't say anything, just smiled and
recognised the lust in each other's eyes.

Sam continued to play with my ass as I pinched, stroked and tweaked at his
hot nipples. They seemed to get harder and harder as I pressed them between
my finger and thumb, alternating from the left to the right one and back
again. His whole upper body was so firm like that of a developing athlete,
yet smooth enough to remind me that he was yet to finish high school.

His index finger slipped in between my ass cheeks. I could feel the tip of
his finger brushing against the few hairs that lined the route to my
hole. I think that my own pulse rate increased in time with Sam's as I felt
him come nearer and nearer to fingering me. I wanted him to touch me so
badly. I could feel an aching in my balls, willing him to go closer to his
goal. I wanted this kid in every way imaginable.

He didn't let me down. I let out a deep throated moan of pleasure as Sam
hit the circle of tight skin that made up my ass hole as he hit it with his
finger. I tried to push back on him, but he was determined to work me up
into a frenzy in the mid day heat. I moved my hand down from his chest to
get my first touch of Sam's dick. Now rock hard and tenting his little red
shorts. As I had seen him soft in the kitchen just a bit earlier I thought
I knew what I was in for. But my hand was greeted by something much bigger
than I had expected straining the thin material of his shorts.

There was no doubt that Sam had grown up a lot in the past few years! He
really was a big boy. I estimated that he was at least as big as my eight
inches, if not slightly bigger. And his cock was thick. Seriously thick. I
don't know why but for a moment I thought of Sam's brother Charlie -- my
best friend. I had seen him naked in the showers after a hard game of
football plenty of times before. Charlie was a big guy, but I wondered if
he knew that his kid brother was a bigger man than him.

Sam got the message as I wrapped my fist around his steel like shaft. He
took his hand out of my shorts and moved behind me. I could feel his body
heat reflected off my back as he moved in closer to me. He pressed himself
right up against me. First I felt his lips on the base of my neck. Next his
hard nipples as they pressed their way into my flesh. Then Sam forced his
dick up against my ass. It was as if he had lined it up directly with my
crack. We just stood like this for a moment. Only our wet shorts, wet not
just with the water from downstairs, but now with a mixture of our juices,
separating our skin.

He started to grind himself in to me. Slowly, purposefully with a gentle
rhythmic thrust. I could only moan through my slightly open lips as he
wrapped his arms around my waist and then pushed his hands down into the
front of my shorts. He managed to push my shorts down a little way, finally
releasing my painfully erect dick from it's material prison. Gently he
began wanking me. Pulling my foreskin back and forth over the shiny red
head. Just like I had imagined him doing in the shower only a few hours
before.

I think I nearly came twice as Sam skilfully played with my cock. He
obviously knew what he was doing. Years of adolescent experience coming to
the fore. Finally he stopped. But only to pull my shorts down. I let them
fall around my ankles. Before he started again, I felt Sam pull away
slightly, and the sound of cotton hitting the floor gave the game
away. Coupled with an incredible, sensual heat hitting my ass, I knew that
the last items separating our hot, wet bodies had gone.

Once again Sam pushed right up against me. This time I felt his big dick
push it's way between my ass cheeks. I clenched them tight around his hard
iron bar. Sam reached around and took hold of my dick with one hand and
cupped my balls with the other. He lay his head on my shoulders and we
stood. Moving our bodies against each other slowly. My best mate's little
brother and me. Pressed together. Naked. In my bedroom.

He kissed me again on my neck. In a horse whisper he asked "can we fuck
please Brad?". I smiled. It sounded almost innocent coming from his lips. I
smiled. I wondered if he'd ever been in this situation before. "yes." Was
all I told him.

It was as if I could see the big smile that must have lit up his entire
face when I told him that he was going to do it for the first time. I
hadn't planned it like that. If I'm being honest it was me that wanted to
get him to lay back on my bed. To throw his legs over my shoulders. I had
wanted to line my eight inch dick up with his hot little hole and plunge
deep into this new high school senior. I wanted to watch him buck up and
down on my dick as I broke his virgin ass for the first time. But it seemed
right to let the little guy have his moment of glory now. And I really
wanted him to do it to me.

Sam pulled away and I felt his hands immediately go to my ass cheeks once
again. I pushed my ass out and bent over a little as he spread them wide to
reveal his ultimate prize. I heard him moan a little when his eyes saw what
he was about to penetrate. He moved one hand off my ass to grab hold of his
dick. I felt him move forward again. This time his dick in hand, ready to
go for it. I felt Sam rub the blunt head of his dick up and down my ass. I
shuddered each time he rolled the head, leaking precum up and down my
crack, over my puckered hole.

Then he did something that I never expected he would. He pulled away
again. I was about to ask what was wrong, when I felt his hand holding on
to my legs as Sam dropped down to his knees behind me. Between my legs I
could see his face. Those deep brown eyes once again trying to take in
everything around him. He edged closer to my ass again, spreading my the
cheeks, he moved his face in. I almost passed out as I felt Sam press his
lips up against my hole.

I pushed myself back on his face. He buried himself up my crack. I could
feel his button nose pressing against my skin as he swirled his tongue
around the circle of my hole. I pushed out a little way, allowing him to
just get the tip of his tongue inside me. I could see that Sam was pumping
away on his own dick as he pushed his tongue ever deeper into me. The
feeing was incredible and there was no way I could stop myself from taking
a firm grip of my own cock and jerking it a couple of times.

His tongue just seemed to inject itself higher and higher up my chute. Sam
was trying to taste every last part of me as I felt him press and probe at
the soft walls of my hot tunnel. He kept stretching my hole out wide. Like
a considerate lover preparing me for the hottest sex of my entire life. I
was sure that's what it was going to be.

I swear that if Sam had kept up prodding and probing at my inner most parts
for much longer I would have been unable to stop myself from spraying a
huge load all over the carpet. But I wanted to save it for something much
more memorable than that. Thankfully, he must have sensed that I was
getting closer and closer every time he swirled his tongue deeper into my
hole. Wiping around the sides of my chute one last time, soaking me up good
and proper to the point that some of his saliva began to drip down my legs,
he pulled his face away. Sam saw me watching him between my legs and he
grinned back at me. Like a naughty school boy, pleased with his
achievement.

Standing up straight I walked over to my bed. I sat down on the edge of it
and watched as Sam stood up. As if an automatic reaction, he took hold of
his throbbing cock and stroked it a couple of times. It was the first time
that I had got a chance to see Sam naked properly.  Unlike me, but very
much like his brother, Sam was circumcised. I also saw that my earlier
estimate was about right. Same was about the same size as me, but much
thicker. He had a small patch of dark pubic hair sitting above his
dick. His balls were already clenched tightly into his body. Just waiting
to deposit their load deep inside my body.

He stood before me and looked down. I smiled at him and kissed his firm
stomach. The makings of washboard abs before too long I thought to
myself. I pushed Sam's hand from his cock and replaced it with my own. His
eyes grew wider still as he saw me moving my mouth towards his cock. He
jerked back slightly and gave out an excited moan as I pressed my lips
around the head of his tool. Getting a taste of his precum. Salty and sweet
all at the same time. His dick throbbed in my mouth as I turned my tongue
around and around it many times over, trying to soak my saliva into his
hard skin.

With my free hand I played with his balls. His sac was covered in a light
sprinkling of course hairs. I rolled his nuts around and played with them
for a moment as the tip of my tongue lightly pressed into his piss slit. I
lapped up more and more of his precum, mixing it inside my mouth before
liberally painting it onto Sam's hard shaft.

Finally, I let his dick fall out of my mouth. I saw just how wet his
massive tool was and felt a little more confident about it sliding into my
small hole. I looked up at Sam's expectant face, determined to do a good
job as I lay back on my bed. He seemed to know exactly what to do.  He
lifted my legs up and placed them over his shoulders. I loved the feeling
of my hairy calves on his smooth shoulders.

I watched as Sam took hold of his dick once again and stepped up to stand
firmly between my legs, spread wide open, my wet hole on view, ready for
him to go in. He groaned as the head of his cock pressed up against my
hole. All of the air in my lungs rushed out quickly as I felt him start to
slide into me. He looked straight into my eyes, a look of concern crossed
his face for a moment. I smiled at him and Sam soon got the message. He
continued to push.

Both of us moaned and groaned as Sam entered deep into me. It was like he
was pushing his whole body into me. I felt my hole stretch to the limit as
his thick cock pressed the walls apart, lodging himself against the walls
of my chute. It was like a million and one different nerve endings tingled
deep inside me as I felt the blunt head, still spraying precum inside me,
travelling deep within me.

Sam collapsed on top of me as his cock grazed against the side of my
prostate, threatening to send me spilling over the edge. I let out a huge
moan deep from inside me. I could feel Sam's pubes pressing in my ass
crack. It was like I could feel his balls churning inside his sac as they
pressed up against my body. Sam's dick continued to throb inside me. Gently
hitting my prostate what seemed like a hundred times a second. My own cock
throbbed in time with him.

My hands moved to his face, lifting him up from off my neck. He opened his
eyes and I kissed him straight on the lips. This seemed to give him the
energy he needed. Almost in an instant, he heaved his chest off mine,
grinned that cute smirk of his again and pulled himself almost all of the
way out of me. I felt strangely empty as the inside walls of my chute
closed back to a more manageable size, before that blunt head ploughed like
an express train back inside me once again.

Sam grunted and groaned with each thrust. He became faster and yet
shallower at the same time. Not taking as much of his cock out as before. I
could still feel it sliding against the sides of my hole though. Liquid
oozed out from the point were our two bodies were joining together, easing
Sam's entry into me.

It was his masculine grunts. So grown up for one so young I think that
pushed me further than I had ever been with any man before. I let my legs
slip down from his shoulders and wrapped them around his ass, pulling all
of him deep inside me. I think that it was more than his seventeen year old
body could stand. I knew it was certainly more than I could stand. In that
instant I felt my own dick start to pump what seemed like gallons and
gallons of cum between our bodies. Sam fell down on top of me, our chests
being covered in my juice.

As soon as his body hit mine, I felt his balls draw up even tighter against
my ass crack. He cried out, grunting and moaning as I felt his cock
twitching violently deep inside me, unleashing his own cream into my body.

All too soon the vibrations stopped. We both started to calm down. Sam's by
now watery eyes looked deep into mine and I flashed him another reassuring
smile. He lay down on top of me once again. The sticky mess of my cum and
our sweat was like glue for our bodies. Sam's dick started to go soft
inside me. I could feel his juice starting to drip gently from my ass hole.
It was a feeling I wanted to hold on to forever.

Like the water that hit my body in the shower that morning. Sam on top of
me, his cum inside and over me. Nothing would ever feel this refreshingly
new again.


Hopefully that's just the first one of a number of stories this summer. I
hope that you enjoyed it. I'm sure you'll let me know if you did. Drop me a
line either by email or ICQ. And as always, if you don't all ready have it,
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site. -- Jak

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