Date: Wed, 17 Feb 1999 18:41:10 +0000
From: towles@3n.net
Subject: Maine Morning

It was a foggy morning. Pretty standard for Maine in November. I was
barely awake but I was already hard and thinking of my friend Sean down
the road. I live on a farm and so does Sean.

I felt my pack in my Jockies. Dreaming that it was Sean feeling me. No,
he never felt me off. I was just dreaming. His hand went down to my
balls. He felt them and squeezed a little. I groaned.

He put his mouth down there, on my package. he sniffed and licked. I was
in heaven. Then he got wild. He sucked my balls in and clamped down real
hard, with his teeth! Only my briefs saved me from his mouth and sharp
teeth. He kept it up. I was thinking of that guy Jeffery Dalmer or
whoever. Was he going to hurt me? Na, he quit, and rubbed his body up
along mine.

I woke up. It was a dream--bad and good at the same time. Today, Sean
and I were going camping, for three whole days. I needed to get my butt
in gear. Got out of bed, went into my bathroom. Looked in the mirror.
Saw a cute guy in his Jockies. :) Pulled them down. Watched my boy dick
bob up and down. My balls were tight because I had been thinking of him.
I needed to shoot a load real bad. Did I say? I am 5'3", weigh like 120
or so, have red hair and green eyes.

I figured we might have some kind of sex when we hiked.  I got in the
shower so I would be clean and smell nice. I wanted to smell every part
of his body, even his asshole. I washed my balls and hole real good.
Even stuck a finger with soap up my hole. It stung.

I got out of the shower and went to my room. Opened all the drawers on
my bureau. It almost tipped over. I wanted to find just the right stuff.
In my underwear drawer, I picked a pair of white Adidas briefs. I like
the hot waistband. Next, a pair of real tight black jeans. Then a fuzzy
warm shirt. Mom bought it for me. Then, I went to my parent's bathroom.
My dad had some cool colonge I splashed it on me.

Man, I was READY!

He knocked on the door like right then. I opened it. I was kinda scared
of what might happen. He has this smell about him. Like a wild bull or
elk. Total male smell. I opened the door and smelled him. I was ready to
go ... WILD!

He said hey dude and walked it. He had on baggy jeans but I could see
his manhood down his left leg. It looked totally kewl. His musk filled
my nose.


Maine Morning-2

Guys, thanks for all the cool comments on Maine Morning. I even got one
from Bejing, China! So here goes...Maine Morning 2.

All the usual dislaimers and warnings apply. Oh, and a new one..my
typing and spelling are terrible!

Maine Morning 2

Sometimes Sean is pretty cocky and struts around. It usually means
something is wrong. He strutted in. Uh, come on in man. I am in, he
says. Cool. Want something to drink before we leave? Yeah, got some
coffee? He was gruff and close to being an asshole. I didn't say
anything, just went in the kitchen and started to make a pot of coffee.
He came in and nervously paced back and forth in the kitchen.

Would you PLEASE sit down? He looked at me kinda hurt or startled and
sat down. I almost never said anything harsh to him. Guess he was
surprised. Ok man, spill it. What is it? He did not even look up at me
but burst out crying. Oh shit. I sat by him. We did not talk while he
sobbed. I really surprised myself and put my arm around him. He leaned
over and put his head on my chest. He really broke out crying then. I
kind of rubbed his shoulder. It felt nice.

My Mom and Dad are splitting, he said. Oh, fuck, I answered. His parents
always were so nice to me. All the nights I slept over there, I thought
everything was cool. Guess not. Then, he realized his face was in my
chest and he jumped back. He was just sniffling now. The coffee finished
and I got up to pour us both a mug.

Sean, maybe we should cancel the camping trip til later man. My mom and
dad have gone to a wedding and won't be back for two days. We can hang
here. He just said ok, I will get my stuff. He went out to his bike and
got his pack and brought it in.

Man, you want me to get somebody for you to talk to? I can call our
minister or my doctor or the school guidance councellor? No man, I just
want to be alone for a while. Can I go up to sleep? Sure dude. I took
him to my room. He put his stuff on the spare bed. Take a hot shower
man. It will make you feel better. Ok.

I closed the door and went back to the kitchen. He had not touched his
coffee. I poured all the coffee down the sink--I hate the stuff. I heard
water running for a long time, then it was quiet. I flipped on the TV
and watched some college football game. I thought maybe I should go
check on him.

I opened my bedroom door. He was asleep in my bed, hugging my pillow. I
was startled to see him in my bed. Did he like me that much? Did he know
how much I liked him? I quietly moved into the room. He was breathing
gently. I loved seeing his body under my covers. (Shit, was my bed
clean? Did I leave cum all over the sheets last night?)

I walked over and softly sat on the bed. His totally awsome ass pushed
up my covers. Of all my friends, Sean has the most perfect butt. A total
10 bubble! He did not move.

Guess I have not described him yet. He is much bigger than me. He is
almost 6' tall and about 145 lbs. Brown hair and deep blue eyes. Somehow
we never had the same PE class, so I never saw him naked, just with his
briefs on when he slept over. He always wore plain vanilla Jockeys, but
they look so cool on him!
Uh, don't get me started!

I could not help myself. I had to see his body. Slowly, I slipped the
covers down. First his muscular smooth chest came into view, then his
flat belly. I could see a whisp of his underarm hair. It was light
brown. No hair on his chest. From his navel, a thin line of hair ran
down to his......CALVIN BOXER BRIEFS?????? I could not believe it. He
always made fun of designer underwear. Why make some rich old fag even
richer, he said? He bought Jockeys and Fruits.

I was stunned. Why did he buy them? Why did he wear them today? Could it
be he wanted me to see them?

Suddenly, I was filled with lust and was not in control of myself. I
stripped off my shirt and jeans. I lifted the covers and got in my bed
with him. I looked at his face. His eyes were open and a big smile
beamed at me! Hey dude, glad you are feeling better. I plan to feel even
BETTER in a while, he grinned.

I don't think there are words for what happened. Two horny virgin boy
teens discovering gay sex. I expect the whole neighborhood felt the
quake! I do know we ruined my bed. (How do I explain this?) First we
just kissed and touched everywhere. Then, he began kissing down my body.
No you don't go first, I said. He laughed and said try and stop me.

It was the smell of your cum that kept me awake, he said. Sorry, man.
No, I loved it. I even licked some off your sheets. Man, you cum big
time! Never bigger than I am about to now, I said. He was down to my
cock, and just kissed it and my balls for a while. Then he took it all
in. Not a big feat--I am only 5" at max erection. But, what the fuck, it
still feels good. His was a wonder of nature--like almost 7" and curving
up tight against his belly.

I moved so my head was at his crotch and vice versa. His musky smell was
totally overpowering. He was such a stud. I've only been with girls before,
he said, this is almost as good! I smacked his butt. He was able to take
all of me in his mouth. I could not get all of him in, but I got the
best part!

Then the floods happened. Same time, same station. We pumped our teen
elixer into each other. After he came, he kept pumping. Then it happened
again. He shot an even bigger load. His cum was salty and thick. I loved
it. Mine was kind of thin since I was so horny.

We got out of bed. He showered then me. We dressed each other (he put on
a pair of my Adidas--HOT) and I put on his dirty Jockeys. Not really
dirty--just used!


Maine Morning-3

Thanks again for your comments. Sorry I have been so long with Part 3. 

We went downstairs. I went to the wood stove first to get some heat. It was so
cold my balls were pulled up almost inside me. Didn't see much hanging in
Sean's basket either! I shook down the old ashes, put paper and kindling in,
and some nice oak logs on top of it all. Man, I had busted my butt sawing
these logs last summer.

I looked over at Sean after the paper was flaming. He looked sad and down. I
knew what the problem was: his parents. I stood up and walked over to him,
putting my arm around his shoulders. He kind of pushed against my side, almost
snuggling. I hugged him hard. My Adidas briefs that he was wearing rubbed
against the Calvins of his I was wearing (sorry I made a mistake in Part 2 and
said I put on his Jockeys.) He looked so sexy in my underpants with the wide
thick Adidas wasteband.

All I wanted to do was pull him down in front of the woodstove and warm him
up, in more ways than one. I knew that his life was being torn apart by his
parents splitting. He said last night that his Dad was moving out today. There
was not much money in his family. He was afraid his Mom might send him to an
orphanage. Don't be a jerk, I said. There aren't any orphanages any more.
Besides, you will come here and live with us if that happens. He looked at me,
his eyes teary. He truly did hug me then. I would like that!

Dude, we need some breakfast, come on. I actually took his hand and led him
to the kitchen. His warm dry hand squeezed mine. I stopped in the kitchen
doorway, bent over, and kissed him gently. He smiled for the first time
that morning.

I like to cook, especially for someone I like. I put Sean at the table and got
to work. I planned to totally stuff him! In the fridge, I found some thick
bacon from Mr. Alder and some big brown eggs from the co-op. Then I saw the
leftover mashed potatoes from a couple of nights ago. Also, there was part of
an onion left and some mushrooms. I did not know what Sean's tastes in food
were, but I planned to expand them!

Sit your cute ass down, dude, and prepare to be feasted! He laughed and sat
where I usually sit. That made me feel nice. I pulled the OJ out and poured
him a glass. He drank it like a guy lost in the desert. I poured him another.

I pulled Mom's big old iron skillet down plus another frypan. I fired up the
gas stove and put six strips of fat bacon in the skillet. I got the leftover
mashed potatoes, put some milk in them, chopped the onion, and mixed it all
together. I made four nice big potato pancakes and put them in the frypan with
some bacon fat. The bacon was starting to sizzle and spreading its wonderful
smell all around the kitchen. Sean was smelling and smiling!

Make yourself useful dude. Before you get this gourmet breakfast, you gotta do
some work. He jumped up, happy for a change. Get the silverwear over there and
plates there and napkins there. I pointed around the kitchen. I got back to my
cooking. The bacon was browning nicely and so were the potato pancakes. Sean
actually whistled while he worked. That made me so hot!

The bacon was done. I took it out and put it on a paper towel. I drained most
of the grease out of the skillet and flipped the pancakes. In a bowl, I broke
the eggs (six) and added the mushrooms. I remembered Mom had bought some
taragon so I added some of that. Stirred it all up, then in the bacon grease
in the skillet.

The eggs and potato pancakes popped, but it was strangely quiet behind me at
the table. I looked behind me, and there was NOTHING. The table was bare. SEAN
I yelled. Yes? he said. Man, get the fuck to work, this is almost finished.
Yes, Master, all is ready, he said. What do you mean, all is ready? Set the
fucking table. It is set, Your Highness, he answered. I glanced in the dining
room and saw the flicker of candle light. Sean had set the diningroom table
instead of the kitchen table. He had found a table cloth and Mom's fancy
napkins. All the china and silverwear were in place. He had lit two candles. I
smiled and almost cried. He seem so happy now, working on breakfast with me.
Surprising me.

I sliced some sourdough bread and threw it in the toaster. I got out the
bitter orange marmalade. UGH he said. I got him some applebutter. The toast
popped up. Suddenly, everything was done. I filled a huge platter with eggs,
bacon, potato pancakes, and buttered toast. Breakfast is served, my Lord, I
said. He giggled, and I could not help but notice his basket, in my Adidas,
jiggle and swell a bit.

We must have chowed down for a half hour. I kept glancing at Sean. He seemed
in heaven. A couple of times I caught him glancing slyly at me. When it was
all done, and we were full to the limit, he said, sir, the maid will come
clean up. You come with me. He stood and took my hand, pulling me to the
living room.

The fire had caught and the living room was toasty. He led me in front of the
stove. Please sit, my Lord. I sat on the fuzzy rug my Mom had put in front of
the stove. He sat too. He stared into my eyes. I love you he said, as his hand
moved to my basket in his briefs. I love you more than life, I said. He
positively beamed!  Sean, you will always have me, no matter what. My hand
gently moved to the front of my Adidas, now containing Sean. Barely.

We layed back, in each other's arms. His lips moved to mine. We kissed, at
first gently, then urgently. My hand went into his briefs and felt the hard
tension in his teenhood. Because of the warmth, his manly balls were hanging
at their lowest. I was so in envy of his testicular endowment; mine were puny
by comparison. His hard tounge left my mouth and moved down my body. He sucked
both my tits HARD, like he was trying to get milk. I planned to give him milk,
but not there.

Suddenly, he rose up and actually tore his Calvins off of me. The rip was the
only sound in the house. GET UP he said. He pulled me up from the floor. Then
up the stairs. My room was still cold, but he pushed me into the bed. I am
going to fuck your mouth while you fuck mine, he said. He left me on the
pillow while he pushed under the covers, into a 69 position. He was almost
possessed. 

He gently kissed the glans of my dick then roughly sucked it all in. He then
moved to my balls and bit them hard. I was frantic with lust. His boy musk was
filling my nostrils. I licked his ample scrotom and tried to take the the
plump balls within in my mouth. Too big. I settled for his boy dick. I was
able to take it in my mouth. At exactly the same minute, we gave each other
dessert. His teen spunk filled my mouth again and again. I did the same for
him. His balls were pulled up tight to his body. They were so hot and cute; I
licked them again as he shuddered with his spent passion.

Thanks for breakfast, he smiled! We pulled up the covers in my cold room and
basked in our heat. Sleep was fast in coming.


Maine Morning-4

I woke with my head in a fog. It was cold as shit above the covers but warm
under. Then I remembered why--my baby was under with me.  I began to remember
last night. I had my first sex with another person and it was the person I
loved most in the world. I knew that he still hurt about his parents. He would
never be alone--he had me to take care of him. His smell of bull elk was intoxicating.

I squnched down next to him. He still had on my underpants and I still had on
his. I wanted to smell him in my Adidas, so I worked my way down under the
covers. My nose reached his fat basket. I could smell both of us in the pouch.
He smelled better! I began to lick the strained cotton of my pouch with his
manhood filling it.

He woke up then. He said "HI" and I just about fainted. Don't stop, please, he
said. I did not stop. I kept working the salty pouch that held his teen
perfection. His boytool was growing up along the left side of my underwear. He
was leaving a wet trail of his pre-cum along the way.I lapped it up and
followed the fat bulge of his glans.

He had a pretty normal dick except for the end. It was huge and beautiful. His
head was like so much wider than his dick. It was a beautiful red/pink/brown
color. Man, I know all of you read stuff about rivers of pre-cum. He gave me
one crystal clear drop on the piss slit. Like most guys. do. No rivers. I
gently licked it off of his dick. He stiffened and kinda  raised off the bed.
That gave me a chance at his balls.

Did I say I like balls and he has the best? His are in a loose sack that hangs
way down. Some scruffy hairs on his bag, not much. Mostly pink wrinkled skin
down there. He loved me to play with his balls. Sometimes I squeezed them
until he gasps. Then I get a real huge load of cum. Guys, let me teach you
something. Cum does not COME from balls. Over 90% comes from the prostate. NOT
prostrate. Nothice the difference? The balls only add a bit of fertilizer for
the girls, not us.

Anyway, I am going to go back to bed with Sean. See ya!