Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 16:19:57 -0500 From: Sean Josh Subject: josh's summer job 25 This is an explicit fictional account of homoerotic behavior. If you are offended by such material or access to it is banned in your community read no further! The characters and situations portrayed are purely fictional and therefor(e) have no fear of catching or passing on STDs. If you are sexually active, play safe and use protection. Comments and criticism of this work are welcome. Email: sandjlikeboyz@live.com Josh's Summer Job 25 Billy dropped his towel as he entered the bedroom. He spent a moment on his computer. Danny still hadn't answered his emails. He flopped on the bed. From the dresser a picture of he and Danny arm in arm after a swim meet stared out at him. He pondered the picture, remembering that day vividly, the day they'd become buddies. Evening was advancing as Billy awoke, his eyes adjusted to the darkening room. He yawned and stretched in the warm bed. It was already late, past seven. The sheet coving his lower body indicated his mother's attention. The curse and pride of all teenage boys stood proud between his muscled thighs. His palm felt cool against the hot column of flesh. He stroked down its length in feathery passes until it began to throb. With his free hand he tugged the sack lower easing his growing tension. Wetting his palm he continued the process, by grinding the head of his erection until his breath grew ragged. His ass ached, reminding him of the long afternoon spent with Josh. A quick foray beneath the bed netted a box of toys. Amid the flotsam of his childhood was a toy rocket. It had served his needs for several years. The saliva covered nose of the space ship pressed into him as he resumed his stroke. Josh's attention assure little problem in inserting the phallus, and the sleek length moved in time with his fist as he serviced himself. His fevered brain dredged up memories to fuel his release. For a long moment his older brother Sean, now away at school, held his attention. He remembered the numerous times they'd jacked each other when they'd shared this room. Fantasy intervened, and he imaged the phallus stimulating his ass was Sean's thick cock. The scene shifted. Josh pounded him on the desktop, ravaging his boy hole. Then it was Danny, pinned to the living room floor. The moment approached, his passions mounted, they swept away the images he consciously brought to mind as jets of cum splashed across his face and chest, and the memory of Josh pounding his mother on the kitchen counter filled his senses. The evening was sweet and cool. The dew was forming as he strolled toward Danny's. No one was home. He'd worn a pair of white satin basketball shorts and a wife beater, an outfit Danny liked. He'd cut the lawn here earlier today. Now he lounged on the front porch enjoying the fact that there was nothing to do but listen to the resident mocking bird's report of the day. Danny staggered into the circle of light cast by the streetlamp. His legs were barely able to carry him. His gut still fluttered, his ass was leaking, his balls ached dully, all the aftermath of the hours he'd spent in the pit. He tripped over the curb crossing into his yard and fell. The sweet smell of the cut grass contrasted the fetid odor that clung to his skin. His cock throbbed against the dew soaked lawn. It was still bloated from the near continuous stimulation provided by the patrons and devices that had employed during the long day. His hips ground into the yielding earth beneath him. "Don't waste it." Billy chuckled. Danny was startled by the sudden intrusion. He tried to push himself to his feet. Half way to standing his abused legs failed and he poured back onto the grass. The tent his jeans was displayed lewdly in the harsh overhead light. "Is it that comfortable?" Billy said joining him on the lawn. "What are you doin' here?" "Sittin' in the grass with you." "Gonna fuck up those white shorts." Danny warned. "So what." "They make your ass look real hot." "You mean they make you hot when you're lookin' at my ass." They both chuckled, it was a game they'd played for years, getting one another to admit their lust for each other. Danny rolled to his belly and crawled a little closer. "You look real good man." "You look pretty beat." Billy noticed. "Yeah, been a long day." "So your Mom's out..." "...she's away." "Well now, two horny boys, house all to ourselves, ya know what that leads to." Danny smiled, "I need a shower." Inside he quickly gathered some things and disappeared into the bathroom. Billy checked the door, only to find it locked, and went to wait on Danny's bed. When he finally appeared, Danny was fully dressed. "Can we spend the night at the fort?" He asked before Billy could question or protest. Billy smiled thinking of their hideout in the neighboring woods, the place of their first sexual encounters. The pack was still in place in the garage. They tramped across the neighbor's yard and over the stone wall that formed the border of the woods. Despite the darkness they knew the way. The swampy thicket that protected the entry to the area had partially over grown the path. They searched the pack for the rose clippers purloined for the purpose, and began cutting away the prickly canes that barred their way. The fort was a three level affair set between a triangular clump of swamp maples. It was constructed of various building materials they'd borrowed from building sites around town. The only access to the structure was the door on the first floor. The lock was still in place. The interior ladder led a second floor that had served as their clandestine sexual nirvana since junior high. Danny unpacked the gear as Billy opened his cell phone. "You calling him?" "Who Josh, yeah I have to work tomorrow. I'm just gonna tell him I'll meet him at our first job." "Who's the first job tomorrow?" "Where's the first job. He's not turnin' me out." "Really?" Billy paused a long while. His eyes fixed to Danny's. They welled with emotion, but some inner strength, some fixed purpose, restrained their flow. "Nah, I'm lyin' to my best friend." "I miss you so much," Danny began. Billy reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. "So respond to my email you shit." He said it half laughing, but was caught short as he felt Danny's body shuddering. They remained quiet in the embrace for some time. "Go ahead, call him while I set things up." Danny said finally collecting himself. He rolled out the mat and sleeping bag, setup the lamp, put the toys and sundries on the shelf. Billy's touch announced his availability. The soft light of the battery operated lamp filled the space. Danny bit his lip as he looked Billy over again. "Damn you look good." "You said that." "But ya do, the tan, the muscles, all lookin' real good." He lifted off Billy's wife beater and brought it to his nose breathing in the scent as he inspected the lines and planes of his buddies burgeoning torso. He discarded his tee shirt and seemed pensive as he pressed their bodies together. Danny quivered at the touch of their skin, his hands sliding gently along Billy's back to take possession of his ass. He held perfectly still. He could hear their heartbeats growing closer, slowing, becoming synchronous. Their chests rising against each other, breathing each other in, absorbing the others heat, scent, presence. Billy drew him down to the sleeping bag. The feel of his buddy's weight resting on him was reassuring. The hardness riding his satin clad thigh made him hungry for deeper contact, and he struggled to open Danny's jeans. "Slow," Danny whispered, "no need to rush, go slow." He pinned Billy's arms to the sleeping bag, and leaned in. It was a gentle, simple kiss, but somehow quite profound. Billy parted his lips, tongue exposed, wanting more, but Danny withdrew, smiling shyly. He lifted Billy's left arm exposing the chestnut curls hidden there. He lowered himself toward them, taking in the scent, before exploring them with slow practiced swipes of his tongue. Billy quaked as his pit was cleaned. The exploration continued, up the lower cut of his bicep to the elbow. The sensation made him groan, and raised gooseflesh across his creamy golden skin. Danny returned via the same route, cleaning the hallow of Billy's collar bone, pausing the nurse on his Adam's apple, then following the pattern across the opposite shoulder and into the opposite pit. Assured in his thoroughness, he swept from the cap of Billy's shoulder down the cut of his pec to capture the nipple straining at its crown. Billy was rasping for breath. His groin mashed and ground against the denim clad hardness that rode atop him. His arms now freed wrapped Danny in a strong embrace. Danny took a moment to enjoy the growing rapture of his partner, the fluttering eyelids, the labored breath, the passionate expressions and exhortations. He leaned in to kiss him anew. Billy felt him closing, and pulled him into a desperate kiss. Their teeth clicked, and tongues dueled. Nipple to nipple, crotch to crotch, they writhed and moaned into each other's gaping mouths. Billy came. A sudden and unexpected torrent of cum swamped his jock. The throbbing exertions coursing through him in waves of uncontrolled passion. When he finally lay still, it was to marvel at the happenstance. To wonder how this marvelous boy atop him could inspire him so profoundly with a kiss. He wanted Danny, he wanted him now, here, desperately. He kicked out of his sneakers and wriggled the satin shorts off his hips. A black jock graced the creamy flesh below his tan line; a line that had been diminished slightly by today's escapade with Josh. But Josh was far from his mind at the moment. "Fuck me," Billy rasped. "You want it?" "Fuck me now!" He demanded. He lifted Billy's legs and slid off the satin shorts. He reached for the sodden jock, but Billy was already pulling his knees into his chest, exposing his rouged pucker. "Do it, do it now." Danny half laughed, as he pulled open his jeans. His bloated cock fell free. Billy didn't give him a chance to remove the pants, pulling him toward his lewdly offered boy hole. Their voices nearly harmonized as it spread to accommodate Danny's dick. He was surprised how tight his partner remained, considering Josh's prodigious size. Today's games in the pit included his first exposure to a vacuum pump. The outcome was a genuine increase in size, both length and girth. The rest of the day had been used in exploring other limits of his endurance: what he could swallow, how often he could cum, what his ass could accommodate, the limits of his strength and endurance. When Billy was awaiting him on his return home, he wanted to hide the evidence of his debauchery. The marks that riddled his body, his soiled condition; so he'd hurried to the bathroom, to groom away the telltale clues, and insisted they come here, the haunt of their childhood, the scene of their sexual discoveries. Once thought of as a venue of debauchery, now tempered by his new experience into a haven of innocent discovery. Billy lay beneath him, insistent on his attention, rising to meet every thrust, his face composed in a mask of wanton demand. His skin was aglow with the effort. His body responding, within and without, to every touch, every sensation. And Danny understood. His experience since the night at Jamie's, with Josh, with strangers in the pines, at the hands of the pit's master, in his willing and helpless surrender to the abuse and ministration of the men that came there to use him, had taught him, shown him, the limits and joys of the physical nature of sex. He labored atop his best friend. Because of the day's exertions he had no concern about his performance. Even without the drugs they'd fed him, Billy's presence, his raw sexual need would have been enough stimulus. He employed many of the lessons he'd learned in the time they'd been parted. A short few weeks, a month, yet it seemed so long, because of their constant companionship in the past, and the intervention of the threat, the threat Josh had raised, in being Billy's new friend. Billy's grunted as Danny's fat cock stirred his gut. He reached up and twisted Danny's nipples. The sensation brought him back to the present, to the moment, to the sensation. Billy's channel was undulating. Drawing him deeper, pulling rhythmically at his length, milking him. His torso, moved in like spasms, musculature rolling, crunching, flushing. Cum jetted between them. Scalding ropes of lust painted their bellies as Billy cried out. Danny thrust in time with the spasms. His efforts seemed to pump the discharge from Billy's balls, and the ejaculation continued a long while, finally subsiding into a languorous ooze that bubbled from his slowly flagging hardness. Danny was far from cumming, but the sensations of his lover's passion were not lost on him. Rather, he was able to employ the distance to assess. This was different from the experiences he'd gathered during their separation. It was physical, need was being met, but there was more. The sex he'd experienced today, at the hands of those men, was impersonal; just as it had been in his visits to the pines. That anonymity was a factor that inspired an exotic mystique. The unknow, the fear, the hovering questions, and wanton decisions, all added to the heat and hunger that accompanied those encounters. This too had something more, something intangible; knowable, felt, but not physical. Here was relationship, the bond between them, sexual, and more than sexual. This was his friend, his closest friend, who he loved, as a brother, and perhaps, if he dare...