Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 10:18:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dreary and Wet Afternoon

Dreary and Wet Afternoon
By
Storyguy22

   This tale consists of pretty much equal parts fiction, and wishful
thinking.

   The mid-winter weekend afternoon had steadily moved from bad weather to
even worse weather. The day had broke to dark and foreboding skies that
eventually opened up to incredible deluges of rain driven by a strong and
gusty wind that pretty much precluded any desire to be outside which had
resulted in Robby and his best bud Brett scrapping their plans to go out to
make their usual weekend rounds to hang with friends, or maybe check out a
movie in town. Not much was moving throughout the town today, and the
television news wonks were issuing a steady barrage of warnings for people
to hunker down wherever they were until things improved. It was for this
reason that Robby's parents had recently telephoned to say they had decided
to wait out the weather at his Grandma's home where they had ventured for a
visit earlier in the day before the storm fully hit, a development that had
left the two teen boys at home alone.

   Not that that scenario was at all unusual given that Robby and Brett
were practically inseparable, and had been since they gotten hooked up back
in junior high when Brett's family had bought the house a couple of doors
down from Robby's home. In addition to being neighbors the boys had shared
bus rides to and from school for years now, and several classes at school
as well as pretty much all the same friends. The norm was for either Brett
to be hanging out at Robby's, or visa-versa, and when the two were out and
about somewhere, it was generally together.

   Both boys were midway through their Sophomore year of high school with
Robby having recently celebrated his sixteenth birthday while due to his
birth-month Brett still had almost six months left being fifteen. In most
ways they were your typical mid-teen boys, active and restless, and
terminally horny with precious little resources to relieve the constant
teenage angst regarding rampant hormones. Robby was the slightly more
aggressive of the two, an offshoot of his more outgoing personality and it
was he who generally had the final say in the boys activities while a more
benign Brett tended to just shrug, and go along with whatever the plan
ended up being. He wasn't really even aware he was being passive when he
did it, his easy going demeanor simply made him happy to be with Robby and
he paid scant attention to the actual activities they might find themselves
involved in. Physically the boy's were closely comparable; both right at 5'
10" or so with slim and toned bodies somewhere around 135 pounds. Robby had
the lighter shade of brown hair which could become nearly blonde during the
summer months while Brett had hair of a darker brown tone, and the nearly
identical coloring of their very dark hazel eyes caused many people to
assume they were brothers. Both were very nice looking boys, Robby in a
more rugged and athletic way while Brett was more on the cutie side, even
pretty in some ways, with a kinder and gentler approach toward
things. Robby was a bit of a sports nut while Brett shaded to a more
academic nature, and he frequently stepped in to bail his friend out on
some sort of school assignment that Robby was struggling with. Each was in
many ways the Ying to the others Yang, and their solid friendship had
spawned from that.

   As they maneuvered the always dangerous and complex minefield of
puberty, they were mutually supportive of those trials and tribulations,
and they frequently shared their torrid fantasies of the steamy exploits
they wanted so badly to foist upon certain classmates of the feminine
persuasion, and during the occasional flight of fancy wherein their
tripping the light fantastic became a bit over-zealous, they had resorted
to mutual jerkoffs, and on a handful of occasions had even indulged in some
brief and furtive exploration of each other's rampant boners. Those
occasions were rare to be sure, but when it had happened it had left each
boy secretly wondering what it might be like to continue those tentative
explorations a little further and in greater depth, though neither had as
yet dared to suggest such a thing.

  And speaking of boners, each boy definitely had a specimen of same with
which to take some measure of pride. Their male appendages were nothing
short of stunning in full teenage relief, with each easily posting
dimensions of a good six+ inches in length, and a rigid and proud two
inches in girth. Both were circumcised and sported a perfectly formed knob
of a tip which blended into a smooth and veined shaft that tapered into a
nice swatch of silky pubes at its base. Neither boy had a wild bush of the
stuff, but rather I naturally groomed matting across the groin which tended
to add to the physical attractiveness of his package. Their ball sac's were
smooth and plump from the ample eggs of their balls, and the silky pouches
dangled nicely between smooth and firm thighs, and each boy boasted an
ability to consistently produce copious offerings of rich and creamy young
cum when properly stimulated to do so. While neither boy considered himself
fully gay, each privately admitted to a certain degree of sexual interest
in the other which was fueled even further by their abject state of
horniness, and if they had ever felt comfortable suggesting such a thing,
each would happily take the plunge into boy-boy exploration, if no other
reason than to have the source of pleasure and relief that could never be
reached by sole masturbation alone. The slight undercurrent of their shared
interest in these things constantly bubbled just below the surface,
particularly during those intimate times when they were sharing one of
their "special moments" when they more willingly opened up to each other on
the subject of things sexual.

   And so it was on this nasty stormy day when they had pretty much burned
out on hours of video game playing, television viewing, and wrestling and
pillow fighting, rolling all over the floor of Robby's game room. Bored and
tired from their exertions, they flaked out on the twin sofa's in the room,
and began casting about ideas of what to do next since they were stranded
inside the house, and finally Robby suggested they play a board game, a
WWII Naval strategy game wherein each plotted sea combat maneuvers which
resulted in the loss of some piece his opponents battle assets until a
victorious force emerged via sheer survival of the last piece of armament
left standing. Brett readily agreed to the contest, and as they set up the
game, Robby made an intriguing suggestion to add to the games interest as
he said,

   "Hey Brett...let's make this more interesting...how about every time one
of us loses a ship or plane, whatever, that person has to take off a piece
of clothing...first dude all naked loses the game?"

   Brett grinned, the wicked suggestion hitting him with serious sexual
overtones as he imagined the result of both of them ending up naked, or
very nearly so, and the possibilities caused him to eagerly agree with the
proposition, and the game was quickly setup, and underway.

   The play moved steadily along with a fairly evenly played match soon
leaving both boys half naked, Robby still hanging onto boxers and socks to
Brett's tee shirt and briefs. As the opponent was busy plotting his next
move, the other boy would seize the opportunity to scope out the other's
body, with Robby paying particular attention to Brett's nicely bulging
little briefs, and he felt his cock stiffen inside his boxers. Brett
clearly was aware that Robby was carefully checking out his tumescent
package, and for whatever reason he found it exciting, and he made no
effort to conceal anything as he preened for his good friend. He was hoping
to kill off another of Robby's weapons on this move, and he silently prayed
the bolder boy would grab the opportunity to strip off his boxers and put
his cock and balls on display, knowing that it would be just like Robby to
try and shock him rather than simply surrender a harmless sock. It had been
some time since the boys had ventured down their intimate sharing road, and
for some reason Brett was feeling really eager to again see Robby's nice
cock and balls. Holding his breath, he made his move, and giggled when
Robby's destroyer was sunk as a result.

   "GOD... DAMN IT...!" barked Robby, slapping at the table they were
playing on. "You killed my freaking big gun, Dude...that SO sucks!"

   Brett giggled some more, his erection beginning to pulse inside his
briefs, and he no longer even cared if his friend noticed or cared. He
lifted his hand, and signaled that Robby needed to give up another clothing
item, and when Robby flashed him his evil grin, he was certain he was going
to get his earlier wish. Sure enough, Robby stood up, his hands going to
the elastic of his boxer where he hooked his thumbs, and quickly pulled
them down his smooth legs, and stepped out of them. He threw the garment
across the room, and then thrust out his small hips, his mostly hard
boyhood jutting off his groin and pointing directly at a slightly stunned
Brett who just sat there openly staring at his best friends now very hard
cock, and nicely dangling balls. Staring intently at Robby's cock, Brett
felt his pulse quicken and his mouth go suddenly dry, and his own erection
poked obscenely at his small briefs as he struggled mightily with a sudden
urge to wrap his hand around Robby's hard cock. Their eyes met, and Brett's
lustful expression was not lost on Robby who was himself experiencing
similar feelings and urges as his gaze locked onto the rigid erection
jutting out the front of Brett's sexy briefs. Gulping down the sudden flood
of saliva that filled his mouth, he croaked,

   "What say we just call the game a tie and you lose the undies and get
naked like me...the socks don't count anyway."

   Brett's tummy filled with butterflies as he slowly stood, and pushed his
briefs down his legs and off his feet. Standing erect, he watched carefully
as Robby moved his eyes over his now naked body, the gaze lingering on his
rigid penis, and both boys slowly realized that whatever was going on here
was definitely something different than had ever gone on before, even on
the few occasions when they had indulged in mutual masturbation. Silent,
the boys eyed each other, concentrating of course on the rigid boyhoods
that were so visually expressive of their mutual feelings of lust. Finally,
Robby blinked his eyes rapidly, and then took a tentative step closer to
Brett. Their eyes locked again, and Robby mumbled, his voice barely
audible,

   "Dude...you look so...hot...right now...is all this too weird, or are we
good?"

   Brett gulped, and blinked rapidly as he felt the storm of butterflies in
his tummy take flight. Oh jeez, he thought to himself, I think...shit...he
is...he's gonna...kiss me!" His soft mouth reflexively pursing, he managed
to whisper,

   "Yea Rob...it's pretty weird...but yea, Dude...we are definitely good."

   With that, Robby leaned toward his friend, and without over thinking his
actions, he pressed his slightly opened mouth to Brett's as he ran his hand
behind his neck and pulled him closer, their mouths molding in an
increasingly passionate kiss, tongues dueling and all. Their arms wrapped
about each other's warm and trembling body as the passion of the kiss
escalated, and without being fully conscious of doing so, each boy slowly
became aware that they were stroking each other's erections and gently
exploring the others balls. The wetness that streaked their fingers with
the mounting excitement that freely oozed from their leaking pricks was
solid evidence of their mutual lust, and without a word between them, they
moved as one to the sofa where Robby gently pushed Brett down onto his
back, his legs splaying widely as his pulsing boyhood jutted stiffly
between them. Robby dropped to his knees, and grasped Brett's cock, fisting
it up and down as he stared hungrily at it, his tongue lapping at his
lips. A trembling Brett watched carefully, his reeling mind slowly reaching
the conclusion that Robby was actually going to suck him, and a low groan
caught in his throat. Robby glanced at him, and then suddenly just dipped
his head, and fed Brett's rock hard shaft into his warm, wet mouth, and
began bobbing over it as he sucked it wetly, his hand groping Brett's
swollen balls as he ran his other hand over Brett's smooth torso. The
slurping noises and low grunts Robby was making only fueled Brett's gasping
excitement as he shuddered in incredible pleasure heretofore unknown in his
young life, and he was unable to control his blurting,

   "Oh my God, Robby...oh man...jeez...that feel so...amazing..!!

   Robby heard the exclamation, but ignored it completely as his rising
passion flooded his reeling senses as he grew comfortable in his new role,
and he found a comfortable rhythm as he admitted to himself that regardless
of the bizarre elements of what he was doing, he was loving it! Brett's now
saliva-soaked cock slid deftly in and out of his drooling mouth, and he
relished the sense of hardness and fullness in his mouth, and he actually
savored the slightly nutty taste of Brett's flowing juices. He was somehow
acutely aware of the feel of Brett's plump balls in his hand, and on
impulse he pulled off Brett's cock to move lower, and lick and suck Brett's
silky scrotum, and each ball alternately. Brett was issuing a steady
cadence of grunts and groans of pleasure as he thrust his small hips at
Robby's mouth, and his fingers threaded into Robby's soft hair as he gave
himself fully over to the stunning sensations his friend was providing him,
and before he was fully conscious of it, he was suddenly over the top. He
was going to cum, and like right now, and before he could find his voice to
announce the fact, his balls drew up, and erupted, sending spurt after
spurt after of spurt of warm and creamy boy-cum spewing into Robby's
sucking mouth.

   Seconds before it happened Robby sensed the impending flood of semen
that was about to flood his mouth, and strangely enough he made no effort
at all to pull away, instead actually increasing his suction power as he
tugged on Brett's balls. The reward for his efforts suddenly filled his
mouth, an impressive amount of the warm and tart tasting cream filling his
mouth so quickly that he was forced to swallow it to allow space to accept
the next torrent, and then the next as Robby grunted loudly and drove his
hips into Robby's truly amazing mouth. Finally, the lava reduced to a
series of small spasms that produced weaker dribbles, and Robby eased
Brett's wilting penis from his mouth to lap at it, eagerly swiping away the
last vestiges of Brett's creamy cum. Still licking the sensitive tip, Robby
looked up at a stunned and flushed Brett, and he gave him a weak smile
before once again closing his soft lips over the tender head of his cock,
his eyes still locked on Brett's. Brett smiled, and gave a slow shake of
his head as if saying, Wow...whatever just happened here...I LOVED IT...!!
Robby eased the now soft penis from his mouth, pressed a last soft kiss to
the tip, and then moved up to sit beside Brett on the sofa. He wrapped an
arm around him, and pulled him in close as he kissed his cheek, and said,

   "Damn, Brett...you about drowned me with all that hot cum...and then I
was really sorry when you finally ran out...that was so great,
Dude..freaking killer-hot...and you taste amazing!"

   Brett blushed at the praise, still not able to completely comprehend
what had just happened, and Robby continued to hold him and stroke his
smooth body, his eyes dropped down to Robby's lap, and as he focused on his
friends thick and rigid cock, he suddenly knew that he wanted to...needed
to...experience the opposite end of the stunning event. In a flash, he
pushed himself off the sofa, and dropped to the floor between Robby's open
legs. He grasped the throbbing erection before him, and leaned in to lick
it all over as Robby groaned softly. He licked the thick stalk tip to base,
and back again and then downward once more, finally licking the plump
scrotum all around before carefully sucking each ball. Lapping upward
again, Brett was keenly aware of the taut veins swollen along the shaft,
and when he reached the purple-hued knob once more, he opened wide, and
engulfed the warm, smooth tube into his drooling mouth. Robby grunted in
pleasure, his hands closing on Brett's head as he guided his bobbing
movements, and the most incredible flood of sensations he had ever
experienced washed over him as Brett deftly sucked his cock as though he
had done it forever. So acute was the pleasure, coupled with the earlier
excitement of his sucking off Brett, that in all too short a time Robby had
peaked out, and with a strong shudder and a low groan, he exploded, his
rampant cock suddenly bucking in Brett's soft mouth as it erupted with
spurt after spurt of warm and creamy cum flooding Brett's mouth as he
struggled to gulp it all down.

   As Robby had earlier done, Brett continued to suckle his friend's cock
as it softened and oozed the final dribbles of cum which he savored in his
mouth. Easing the now flaccid boyhood from his mouth, he kissed the tip,
and then moved up alongside a very flushed Robby, and they giggled and
cuddled, amazed and beyond pleased with the knowledge that their long held
friendship had opened a new door on this dreary and wet afternoon; a door
that both boys were eager to step though often in the days ahead.

The End

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