Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2007 10:14:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friend in Need (9)

   Jordan had finally located an empty parking stall on the top floor of
the high rise parking garage at the airport, and he was now hurrying his
way toward the arrival gate that the lobby monitor had indicated would be
the one that Brett's landing plane would be using. The delay in finding a
parking spot had him cutting it close, and he wanted to be there when Brett
deplaned, so he was all but running along the long concourse, and he
watched through the large windows as the huge jet aircraft taxied to the
waiting jetway. Slightly breathless, he skidded to a stop at the gates
waiting area, and positioned himself against a large pillar, as he strived
to regulate his breathing, just as the jetway door swung open, and
passengers began to disembark the plane.

   Brett had been away for ten days now, a pretty much mandatory visit to
his Grandparents that was expected each summer, and Jordan had missed his
buddy more than he had expected to. He had fully expected to miss his
everyday company during the absence, and he indeed had, but, what he hadn't
really expected, or even actually considered was how much he had missed
their new-found intimacy, specifically Brett's amazing blow jobs.

   The forced absence had provided Jordan the opportunity to become aware
of how fond he had actually grown of his sex play with Brett, and, the
degree to which he had, surprised him. At first it had just been a kind of
a lark, one buddy helping out another in resolving a terminal case of
horniness, an act that been gratefully accepted, if somewhat awkward, and
even somewhat embarrassing at the time. But then, with repeated and
escalating experiences, it had morphed into something quite more serious
than a mere boyish lark. Brett, having accepted the reality for what it was
had clearly avowed himself as gay, and, in so declaring the fact to Jordan,
had made it abundantly clear that he was happy to provide his best friend a
ready sexual outlet most anytime. Further, he had been very clear that
Jordan was under no pressure for reciprocation, accepting the apparent fact
of Jordan's being sexually straight, even in light of the occasional events
wherein Jordan had, in fact, reciprocated to one degree, or other.

   What had surprised Jordan the most during this ten day hiatus from Brett
was the amount of time he had spent reflecting on those limited occasions
where he had happily reciprocated, stroking Brett to orgasm, and even
sucking him off a few times. Not only was he surprised by how often he had
thought of those times, but he had been even more surprised when he had
admitted to himself that he genuinely enjoyed doing it, and the resultant
pleasure his actions afforded his friend. He had not, of course, given up
even slightly on his long held pursuit of getting into the panties of some
sweet young thing of the female gender, but, in all honesty, he had to
admit that getting it on with Brett held a certain attraction for him,
especially when it turned out a mutual effort, and, if he was being totally
honest with himself, he had to also admit to ever increasing thoughts about
what it might be like to actually fuck Brett, as well. As that thought
wandered across his mind, he spotted the widely grinning Brett emerge
through the doorway, and he involuntarily shivered at the sight of the cute
boy, as he felt his penis stir.

   Jordan pushed away from the pillar, and moved toward the advancing
Brett, smiling broadly as they drew together, and without a single thought
of appearances, he grabbed Brett in a bear hug, lifting him off the floor,
as he spun around, and said,

   "Hey Dude...damn...it's really good to see you...I freeking well missed
you, I think!"

   Brett chuckled, surprised, but delighted at Jordan's enthusiastic
greeting, and he relished the solidness of his strong arms grasping him, as
he replied,

   "You think...?...well shit...I damn well know I missed you!"

   Jordan settled Brett to the floor then, releasing his bear hug, but
continuing to grip his hand, as he let his eyes travel over his friend head
to toe, then linger briefly on his crotch, before again meeting his eyes as
he winked, and said,

   "Ok, ok, so I know I missed you too...is that better?"

   Brett blushed softly, his smooth cheeks flashing slightly rose colored,
as he nodded, and answered,

   "Yea, that is better, actually...a lot better!"

   The two stood there another moment or two, just looking at each other as
if not quite sure that the other was real, and actually standing right
there, and the spell was finally broken, when Jordan blinked several times,
and sheepishly let go of Brett's hand that he realized he was still
holding. He met Brett's smiling gaze, and said,

   "So Dude, do we need to go to baggage, or...?"

   Brett vaguely nodded his head, a lust filled expression still plastered
onto his boyish face, as he replied,

   "Uh huh, we do...but, we can hurry, if you catch my drift."

   Jordan chuckled, again feeling a stirring deep in his balls, as he
nodded again, and turned toward the walkway, as he responded,

   "Oh I catch it Dude, trust me...actually, I have been in the same place
for like ten days now, if you catch my drift...!"

   Brett giggled, the blush on his cheeks deepening some, as he moved off
beside Jordan, and muttered,

   "Oh, cool...!"

   The boys waited at the luggage carousal for Brett's bag to surface from
the underground complex of the airport, and chatted about Brett's trip, and
his Grandparents, and caught up on the highlights of each others
absence. When the bag emerged, Brett retrieved it, and they walked off
toward the parking garage elevator. Once inside, and finding themselves
alone, Brett dropped his bag to the floor, and boldly reached out to grasp
Jordan's crotch, and gave his tumescent penis a firm squeeze, chuckling
softly at Jordan's gasping reaction. He stroked the rapidly swelling tube
several times, then, released it, and stepped away a little, as the
elevator ground to a stop, and the door slid open. A middle aged couple
boarded, smiling pleasantly at the boys, and Jordan let out a small, quiet
moan, as he turned toward the wall, desperate to hide the erection that
poked obviously at the front of his shorts. Apparently not noticing, the
couple turned to face the now closed door, as Jordan made faces at the
grinning Brett behind their backs.

   Reaching the top level of the garage, the elevator slid once more to a
smooth stop, and the door glided open. The couple stepped out, followed by
Brett and Jordan, then moved off to the left, as the boys went right, and
headed off toward Jordan's car in the dimly lit distance. A moment later
they heard the slamming of car doors, and the startup of an engine, then,
the high pitched squeals of tires on ultra-smooth concrete, as their
elevator mates made their twisting descent of the multiple floors of the
garage. Reaching Jordan's car, he took out his keys, and opened the trunk,
and Brett tossed his bag inside, as Jordan closed it again, before thumbing
the keyless entry device, which caused the door locks to pop audibly. Each
of them moved to their respective door, and slid into the car, pulling the
door closed behind them, causing a reverberated thud to echo around the
cavernous garage space. Settled in, Jordan looked over at Brett, and smiled
wickedly, as he asked,

   "Now then....where were we...?"

   Brett giggled, and inched across the small space between them, and slid
his hand quickly into Jordan's lap, once more grasping his still mostly
hard cock, and squeezing it, as he replied,

   "Right about here, I think...hmmm....you, buddy-boy, are definitely...happy
to see me, I think!"

   Jordan groaned softly, his cock instantly reaching full erection at the
scintillating touch of Brett's hand, and he settled back against the seat,
his legs instinctively splaying widely.

   "Oh man, am I ever Dude...believe it...I been thinking about this shit
ever since you left...!"

   Brett moved his hand back and forth, deftly working the length of
Jordan's rigid erection, as he leaned in to stab his tongue into Jordan's
ear, and nibble at the petite lobe there, as Jordan groaned again, and
flexed his thick cock in Brett's grip. Brett shifted slightly, and ran his
free hand up under Jordan's tee shirt, his fingers making Jordan's skin
tingle, as he found the small nipples, and fingered them to stiffness, his
hand never wavering in stroking his throbbing cock. Awkwardly forcing the
shirt up upward, Brett managed to bunch the material under Jordan's chin,
as he bent down, and lapped at Jordan's nipples with his wet tongue, before
capturing each nub in turn in his lips, as he sucked strongly. Jordan
groaned again, and shuddered, as he managed to say,

   "Jesus Brett...holy shit...what the fuck, dude...?"

   Brett backed away slightly, his fingers now tugging at the waist band of
Jordan's shorts, as he locked his hungry eyes with Jordan's slightly
astonished ones, and said throatily,

   "Dude, I SO wanna suck you off...right fucking here, and right fucking
now....so....lift up a little bit, okay?"

Jordan groaned again, his eyes darting quickly around outside the car, as
he lifted his butt off the seat, suddenly as eager as Brett for the pent up
release. Brett quickly yanked the shorts down, catching Jordan's briefs
along with them, and his thick erection sprang free, slapping strongly up
against his abdomen, as Brett eyed it hungrily. He reached out, and grasped
the thick stalk at its base, and slid lower, going to the floor of the car
on his knees. He stroked the heavy stalk several times, then, sank his head
into Jordan's lap, and ran his tongue up the underside of it, then, licked
the head repeatedly. Jordan tossed his head back against the seat rest, and
groaned, his hips thrusting upward in an effort to drive his aching cock
into Brett's mouth. Brett renewed his grip, circling finger and thumb at
the very root of Jordan's cock, then lifted it away from his abdomen, as he
opened his mouth, and slid the entire length of the thick tool inside.

   AHhhhh, Jesus!" growled Jordan, gritting his teeth at the incredible
sensation of Brett's warm, wet mouth gliding over his erection.

   "Um hum..." mumbled Brett, the thick penis filling his mouth as his own
cock inflated to a throbbing erection.

   Moving his head, Brett worked the pulsing instrument with his mouth, his
tongue stabbing at the sensitive places around the knob-like head, and
Jordan began emitting a steady stream of low groaning noises. Brett pulled
back slightly, letting the thick rod escape his mouth, then licked all over
the shiny head several times, before once more taking it fully inside his
drooling mouth. Up and down he went, the lusty slurping sounds filling the
car along with Jordan's continued moaning, and he ran his hand along the
inside of Jordan's firm thigh until he found, and captured, the plump pouch
of his scrotum. Steadily sucking the now oozing cock, he tugged on the twin
orbs of Jordan's balls, and Jordan began a steady thrusting of his hips,
matching Brett's incredible rhythm.

   "Oh man...shit, Brett...Jesus that's good...I'm gonna cum Dude....OHhhh,
damn..!" hissed Jordan, his hips driving forward, and his cock jerking in
Brett's mouth.

   Brett increased his sucking as he felt Jordan's cock thicken in his
mouth, and he gently squeezed the plump sac in his hand, as Jordan let out
a long, low groan, and his cock erupted. Brett gulped rapidly, the warm,
thick fluid ejecting into his mouth several times, and he savored the
slight nutty flavor of it, continuing to suck the now wilting stalk, as
Jordan thrust his hips, draining his backed-up load completely into Brett's
amazing mouth. Finally spent, Jordan sagged into the car seat, panting like
a sprint runner, as Brett withdrew, letting his penis slip from his
mouth. He held it in his fingers, his tongue lapping at the last dribbles
of Jordan's creamy discharge, then finally released the now soft tube of
flesh, as he looked up at Jordan's flushed face, and smiled. Jordan met his
gaze, his head lolling against the head rest, as he grinned broadly, and
said,

   "Damn Dude...holy shit...welcome home!"

   Brett laughed, moving up to sit beside Jordan, as he swiped across his
mouth with the back of his hand. Jordan reached into his lap, and gripped
the rigid erection that he found there, and stroked it, as Brett sighed
deeply, and spread his legs. Jordan looked into his eyes, then grinned, as
he worked the fly of Brett's pants, deftly freeing his best friend's rock
hard cock. It jutted straight out from his groin, and pulsed strongly as
Jordan wrapped his fist around its girth, and began a steady pumping up and
down. Brett moaned softly, and closed his eyes, letting himself go with the
feeling of Jordan stroking his cock. He could already feel his balls
stirring, his nerve centers all firing in reaction to the long awaited
touch of his friend, and he knew it wasn't going to last, that incredible
sensation of Jordan's touch having been too ling denied. Jordan sensed the
rapidly approaching orgasm, and, reacting to a sudden compulsion, he
quickly leaned over Brett's lap, and engulfed the rigid penis in his mouth,
sucking as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do.

   "OH MY GOD...!" groaned Brett, the unexpected intensity all but pushing
him over the edge.

   Jordan sucked noisily on the spasming shaft, swiping his tongue across
the smooth knob on each up stroke of his drooling mouth, and Brett groaned
again, his fingers threading into Jordan's hair, as his hips bucked, and
his cock exploded. The shaft seemed to swell even thicker inside Jordan's
mouth, and a split second later the thick, tart cream flooded him, as he
reflexively gulped, swallowing each offering of the viscous fluid as
quickly as it presented until Brett was drained completely, and pushed at
his head, indicating the hyper-sensitivity that quickly followed the
massive eruption. Jordan pulled away then, letting the still oozing penis
slip from his lips, as he sat up, and looked sheepishly at Brett, and said,
breathlessly,

   "Jesus Dude...that was quick...and powerful...been saving that a while,
have we...?"

   Brett felt himself blush, the warmth flooding into his face, as he
giggled, and nodded his head, replying,

   "Uh, actually....yea... like three days now....and besides, I really wasn't
expecting....that...you know?"

   Now it Jordan's turn to blush a bit, as he considered the act he had
just so enthusiastically performed on his friend, and he too giggled
nervously, as he rolled his eyes, and muttered,

   "Yea...well...you might just get into expecting...that...a little more
often....I been doing a lot of thinking while you were gone...and....well,
just...um...things might just be a little different now...you know?"

   Brett impulsively leaned close, and nuzzled Jordan's neck, then licked
him there, as he said, very softly,

   "Really...wow....well, that would rock, big time...but...it's not anything I
want you thinking that you have to do, you know..."

   Jordan chuckled, and reached down to give Brett's wilted cock a gentle
squeeze, as he answered,

   "Yea, I know all that...and....well, fuck it, I just wanted to, okay?"

   Brett let that sink in a moment, then, reached into Jordan's lap for a
quick feel of his own, as he said with a nervous giggle,

   "Oh definitely, it's a whole bunch okay...a whole freeking bunch...totally
okay with me!"

   It fell silent in the dimness of the car then, as the boys sat without
further comment, each gently toying with the spent penis of the other, and
finally Jordan sat up straight, and gently moved Brett's hand away from his
lap, as he said,

   "Definitely to be continued, but...well, we have prolly pushed our luck
to the limit for an airport parking garage, you know what I mean?"

   Brett too sat up, and got his cock tucked back inside his pants, and did
up the fly, as he winked at Jordan, and replied,

   "For sure...both the pushing our luck part... and the "continued" part!"

(To Be Continued)
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