Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2007 10:20:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friend in Need (11)

   Following their shared shower, and other insundry morning ablutions, the
boys moved on to the kitchen in search of the second most favored commodity
of teen boys everywhere, food. Brett had long held a more than passing
interest in the culinary arts, and was surprisingly a very good cook, and
in short order, he had whipped together a sumptuous repast consisting of
crispy bacon, well browned sausage links, hash brown potatoes, and
perfectly fried eggs. Jordan had managed, barely, to contribute to the
effort by not burning the toast beyond all recognition, and the still naked
boys settled in at the breakfast bar to indulge. They found it quite a hoot
to be able to carry out these normal domestic events while totally naked,
and as they ate, they traded off scathing wise cracks, interspersed with a
steady barrage of furtive gropes of each others anatomy.

   When each had consumed all available food stuffs save for the flowers
that were painted on the plates, they undertook the task of cleanup. Brett
gathered up the plates and silverware, then moved to the sink, while Jordan
put away the orange juice carton, and the jams that they had used on his
toast masterpiece. Turning away from the fridge, Jordan paused, his gaze
settling on Brett as he moved about the kitchen preparing to rinse the
dishes, and load the dishwasher. He moved with an easy grace, and an
obvious familiarity with the task at hand, and Jordan seized the
opportunity to appreciate his friends trim, and fit body. He is hot,
thought Jordan, no doubt about it, and it still amazes me to think of all
the time it took me to figure that out about him. As he hungrily eyed
Brett's swinging cock, and plump balls, he again gave silent thanks for
that half drunken evening at the lake following the party, and he slowly
shook his head, thinking how very long ago that now seemed.

   Brett finished wiping down the counter tops, then, turned to the sink,
and turned on the hot water. He began rinsing the dishes under the running
tap, as Jordan stood still, admiring the slight wiggle of Brett's pretty
butt as he moved between the sink, and dishwasher along side it. Jordan
felt his cock stir, as the memory of his recent encounter with exploring
the depths of that sweet ass filled his mind, and he reflexively reached
down, and gripped it, idly stroking the already firm appendage as it
rapidly grew to full erection. Suddenly seriously horny, he quickly moved
in behind Brett, and slipped his arms around him, one hand settling palm
down on his smooth chest, and the other moving to close around Brett's
tumescent cock. He leaned in close, and kissed the nape of Brett's neck,
the tiny hairs there tickling at his nose, as he slowly stroked Brett's
rapidly hardening cock back and forth.

   "You're totally fucking hot dude....you know that...?" he all but
whispered against Brett's neck.

   Brett chuckled softly, relishing the incredible sensations Jordan was
evoking as he stroked him, and he turned his head to the side, and replied,

   "Well, I can tell you this...you keep doing what your doing, and I will
most definitely be hot...already am, actually!"

   "A really good answer there my man...really good...and you bet, I could
keep doing this like forever...this, and a whole lot more...shit, just
watching you wash the fucking dishes got me hard." Jordan replied with a
soft chuckle, as he smeared Brett's already flowing precum across the
smooth knob of his dick.

   Brett shuddered, the dish slipping from his fingers, forgotten, as the
heat rapidly built up in his aroused body, and he leaned slightly backward,
settling his backside against Jordan's front. He gripped the edge of the
counter with both hands, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes, as he
gave himself over to the waves of pleasure that Jordan was evoking by
fondling his rigid erection, and toying alternately with his balls, as his
other hand moved across his chest, fingering his sensitive nipples into
stiffness. Jordan easily supported Brett's weight against him, and he
extended his tongue, licking all around Brett's ear, and sucking the lobe,
and he became aware of his own hardness thrusting against Brett's firm ass
cheek. As he continued to manipulate Brett's drooling cock, he moved his
free hand away from Brett's chest, and let it drop between them, as he
gripped one smooth ass cheek in his hand. Brett moaned softly, and shifted
slightly, widening the stance of his legs, and Jordan maneuvered his middle
finger into the warm crease of Brett's ass, probing gently, until he
encountered his target, and pressed the fingertip firmly against the
tightly clenched oval. Brett moaned again, and Jordan simultaneously swiped
the drooling precum over the satin smooth head of Brett's cock, and added
pressure to his finger, until once again, the small orifice relaxed, and
his finger slipped inside.

   Just as before, Jordan felt Brett's muscles first tighten intensely,
seeming to seize upon his invading digit, then, soften and relax, creating
a near vacuum that actually seemed to pull his finger deeper. Brett
released a long hiss of air from his lungs, his body seeming to catch fire
as Jordan eased the full length of his finger into his buttery depth, and
he moaned loudly, shifting his weight forward so that he leaned against the
counter in front of him. The movement caused his pert little butt to extend
slightly backward, a kind of jutting out toward Jordan, and Jordan moaned
then, as his rigid cock pressed firmly onto the firm pillow of
flesh. Tentatively, Jordan wiggled the imbedded finger around some, his
senses keenly aware of the incredible snugness, and amazing softness of
Jordan's tunnel, and he experimented with a slow, twisting withdrawal,
sensing a sudden tensing from Brett just as he neared the entrance,
followed immediately by a low groan from Brett. He froze, keeping his
finger at its current depth, and wiggled the tip of it, and Brett all but
wailed, as his body lurched strongly. Jordan froze again, and leaned his
face against Brett's warm cheek, as he quietly asked,

   "Hurting you Babe...?"

   Brett shuddered again, and rotated his butt, apparently seeking to
reposition Jordan's imbedded finger to it's previous position, as he
sputtered, his voice cracking slightly,

   "NO...fuck no...that was...awesome...someplace....something
you...touched...dunno...find it again dude...!"

   Confused, but totally curious now, Jordan immediately resumed probing
the tight sheath, twisting his finger, as he tested various depths of
penetration. After a few seconds, he suddenly felt some sort of small mass,
a more firm, nearly actually hard spot of tissue, and he aimed his
fingertip at it, drawing it to, and fro, across the small nub. Brett wailed
again, his bubble butt practically driving backward against Jordan's
finger, as he hissed,

   "OH FUCK YEA....Jesus dude....that...right there....fuck, that is... SO
amazing...!"

   Jordan had it now, and was certain of the terrain of this little hot
spot, and he savored Brett's intense reaction to his stroking the spot, as
he did it again, and again, all the while painfully aware of his throbbing
erection pumping steadily against the firm mound of Brett's butt. He
concentrated on the firm nubbin, dragging his fingertip across its width
again and again, then zeroed in on it, and pressed his finger firmly into
it. As a result, Brett all but jumped into the sink before him, as he
jerked upright, and rolled up on his toes, a loud grunt escaping along with
a full tank of air, and Jordan wrapped his free arm around Brett, fearing
that he might fall. Brett groaned again, and squirmed in Jordan's grasp,
twisting his body slightly, so that Jordan's rampant cock ended up inserted
into the crease of Brett's butt. Jordan looked down, his eyes going wide
with the visual of his erection poked between the perfect globes of Brett's
pretty ass, and he automatically thrust forward, the knob of his cock
poking into Brett's crease just above his probing finger where it eased in
and out of him.

   In that single instant, as if one being, both boys suddenly knew, were
in fact certain, that it was going to happen, and right now. Jordan eased
his finger from Brett's warm sheath, and quickly grabbed the shaft of his
throbbing cock, and aligned the oozing head with the tiny, pink wrinkle
that filled him with such lust that he was barely in control. Brett sensed
the thick hardness dividing his mounds and he jumped sharply when Jordan
poked the round knob against his pucker. Oh God, oh God, oh God, Brett
thought, it is so much bigger than his finger...shit...it's like huge,
even....fuck...oh man...he is....going to fuck me...Jordan was panting like
a sprint runner after a race, as he struggled to align his aching cock with
Brett's little entrance, and for all of his wantonness, a part of him
feared tearing his friend up badly, and he struggled with the burning
desire to just drive into him with all his strength. He wanted desperately
to fuck Brett, had been so long obsessed with burying his hard cock
somewhere, anywhere, that it infuriated him to hesitate at this particular
moment, but, his deep concern for Brett ruled, and he paused, the shiny wet
head of his cock perched at the very entrance he so lusted after.

   "Dude...you, um...okay with this...?...don't wanna fuck you up...?"
Jordan ventured.

   Brett was acutely aware of the heat, and the width, of Jordan's penis
pulsing against the tender tissue of his anus, and every fiber of his being
wanted him to plunge it inside, to fuck him deep, and hard, while at the
same time the nagging fear of permanent damage loomed at the corner of his
mind. He was totally amazed at Jordan's ability to maintain control this
way, and he loved him for it, and then, the solution to the dilemma
suddenly filled his vision. He reached out to his left, and seized the
bottle of cooking oil that he had used for the eggs, and flung it toward
Jordan, as he hissed over his shoulder,

   "Make it slippery, Jordan...hurry dude....then, damn it...fuck me,
okay!?"

   Grabbing the bottle of oil, Jordan feared briefly that his pounding
heart was going to explode, or simply rip out of his chest, as he fumbled
with the bottle cap. Finally succeeding in getting it off, he upended the
bottle, and drizzled the slick fluid over his throbbing cock, and drizzled
another long streamer of the stuff into the crack of Brett's ass. He
dropped the bottle, and again gripped his rigid shaft in his hand, and
centered the bulbous head at Brett's entrance, and pushed.

   Brett tensed his entire body at the sudden pressure he felt at his most
private place, and he sucked in a deep breath, holding it, as he felt
Jordan add pressure. The now slippery head of Jordan's cock eased forward,
the elastic ring of Brett's hole widening, and stretching, as the knobby
head slid past the ring of muscle, and moved inside his narrow
sheath. Jordan gritted his teeth, and forced himself to stop moving, as he
panted and huffed, watching, incredulous, as he saw the head of his cock
disappear inside his friend.

   "Holy shit..!" he barked, scarcely believing his eyes.

   "UNGggg....yikes...!" chirped Brett, his own breathing rapid, and
shallow.

   "You okay, Brett...?" asked a panting Jordan.

   "Uh huh...just...like a lot, you know....its cool bro....easy is
all...!" came the halting reply.

   The reply was all that the very excited Jordan needed to hear, the
unsure assurance that his friend was okay, and with those words, he let
himself go, and surrendered to the burning desire that nearly consumed his
being. He sucked in a huge breath, and held it, as he struggled for as much
gentleness as he could possibly muster, and he thrust his hips forward,
adding push, as he watched, mouth agape, his cock slide slowly inside his
friend, inch after inch, until he had it all, and Jordan saw his pubic bush
flatten against his friends pretty, upturned little ass.

   "AGggggg, fuuuuuck...!" wailed Brett, his rectum searing, and feeling as
though it were engulfing a multi-cell flashlight.

   "OH My GOD...!" barked a stunned Jordan, his entire being suddenly alive
with sensation, as Brett's warm, smooth tunnel seemed to seize upon his
throbbing cock like a vise.

   "Gimme a sec, dude...be still, okay...?....just for a second...!"
pleaded Brett, his voice hoarse, and cracking.

   Summoning every ounce of self control left in his soul, Jordan dumbly
nodded, as if Brett could see him, and forced himself to stay dead still,
as he concentrated on the gripping tightness, and incredible warmth of
Brett's silky soft tunnel. His cock throbbed mightily, each beat of his
rapid pulse sending a thumping sensation along the shaft of his aching
cock, and he longed to withdraw, and again bury it fully into this amazing
softness, but he waited, and almost forgot to breathe in the process.

   A minute passed, and then another, and finally a still panting Brett
mumbled,

   "I'm all good dude...its cool now...go on...I want you...to...fuck
me...!"

   Jordan shivered, a sudden chill sending goose bumps along his spine, and
he slowly flexed his hips, gently and steadily drawing his thick shaft
backward, and withdrawing until only the knob remained inside of Brett's
tight grip. He paused again then, his hands moving to grip Brett's hips,
and he began another slow push forward, relishing the unbelievable
tightness he was encountering, and the truly amazing elasticity of Brett's
rectum, as it seemed to stretch, and soften, as it accommodated his girth.

   Amidst much grunting, and panting and gasping, they eventually found
some sort of rhythm, and the smoothness of their actions became nearly
fluid, and synchronous, as their bodies learned very quickly the dance of
eternity, and soon they were coupling as though they had done it forever,
the lust now very nearly animal in its expression. In and out, Jordan
steadily drilled his friend's soft, smooth tunnel, his sweating body rife
with totally incredible sensations, the likes of which he had only
previously imagined. Brett, panting and grunting, met each thrust with a
skilled roll of his hips, as if the act were an every day event, and,
strangely enough, each new plunge into his buttery depth seemed much better
than the last. And all too soon it was over, the mind bending sensations,
and overwhelming pleasures, along with the sheer eroticism of the act they
were performing overcame both boys, nearly simultaneously. Jordan was a
mere step ahead, as he picked up his pace, drilling into Brett's tightness
with several rapid, rabbit-like strokes, as he felt his swinging balls boil
over, and his searing semen race through the length of his spasming cock,
erupting with staggering force to flood the tender walls of his friends
gripping rectum with volley after volley of his creamy fluid, until he was
drained, and more spent than at any other time in his young life. Shortly
thereafter Brett's own balls expended their sacred nectar, his creamy load
ejecting forcefully in thick ropes that drizzled down the cupboard doors
that he leaned on.

   Exhausted, a panting Brett sagged forward against the countertop, his
trembling body releasing all of the tightly wound tension that had gripped
it over the last several minutes, and he sucked in huge gulps of
air. Jordan shuddered strongly one last time, then, relaxed his over taut
muscles, and leaned against Brett's sweaty back, bracing his weight by
extending his arms to the counter on either side of Brett. He lowered his
head, and licked the slightly salty skin of Brett's shoulder, his ragged
breathing making small puffs of warm breath on Brett's sweating skin, as he
panted breathlessly,

   "Jesus, Brett...holy shit dude...I...you....aww,
fuck...just....JESUS...!"

   Brett chuckled softly, still struggling with his breathing himself, as
he focused on the strange sensation of his friends creamy discharge filling
his bowels, and the continuing sense of incredible fullness he felt with
Jordan's wilting cock still imbedded in his rectum. Deciding that Jordan's
comment pretty much reflected his own feelings, he shivered slightly, and
uttered,

   "Yea....JESUS...is right...wow...!"

   As Jordan's mind began to recover from the intense orgasm, he suddenly
realized that he pretty much had Brett pinned against the counter top, and
that his deflating cock was still deep inside him, and he pushed himself
upright, then slowly withdrew his cock from Brett's battered sheath. The
head came out with a soft popping sound, and Jordan's eyes widened at the
sight of Brett's gaping entrance, and the sudden river of semen that began
steadily flowing from it. Brett let out a little grunt as Jordan's cock
dislodged from his hole, and he suddenly felt a strange sensation of being
very empty, and very wet. He closed his eyes for a minute, fully aware of
the drizzle of Jordan's cum trailing down his thighs, and he let the
realization gel firmly in his mind. I just got fucked, he told himself,
well and truly fucked by my very best friend in the world, and, it was
fucking awesome, totally fucking awesome. He pushed himself upright then,
and turned to face Jordan, feeling the flush in his cheeks, and his upper
chest, and the faint sweat on his brow. Their eyes met, and held, and Brett
suddenly felt sheepish, nearly embarrassed, and he dropped his gaze to
Jordan's now deflated cock, as his mind pictured it fully erect, and thick,
and buried fully inside his ass, and he knew that he wanted that again, and
soon.

   Jordan reached out, and took Brett's hands, then pulled him forward, and
wrapped his arms around him, holding him, as he stroked the smooth skin of
his back. Brett wrapped his arms around Jordan, and hugged him, then their
open mouths conjoined, their tongues dueling back and forth in a heated,
and heart felt kiss. Breaking off the kiss, Jordan looked directly into
Brett's eyes, and smiled, as he quietly said, meaning every word,

   "It's prolly way corny dude, but...fuck it...I love you, man...I honest
to God love you...you are the most amazing person I know..!"

   Brett smiled broadly, his heart doing small flips, as he nodded his
head, and replied,

   "Nice dude...really nice....cause you know... I love you, too...!"

(To Be Continued)
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