Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2007 12:38:05 -0700
From: HelleauxThere <helleauxthere@gmail.com>
Subject: Nick and Sean part 2

*** Disclaimer: This story depicts graphic sexual contact between males.
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This is a continuation of "Nick and Sean part 1."


Nick & Sean part 2

Chapter Three:

I spent the rest of the evening worried about what Sean would do or say to
me when we next saw each other.  Was he really awake?  Did he really know
what I had done?  God, I had been so reckless!  I felt guilty for having
taken advantage of my friend, and I was scared to death of the
repercussions.  Was Sean going to out me to the whole school?  Would he try
and beat me up?  Would he ever talk to me again?  All these questions
burned in my head the rest of the night and I nearly cried myself to sleep
with worry, guilt and fright, feeling alone and helpless.

Morning dawned with its usual vigor...my room was bathed in the ultra
bright light of the desert sun.  The fog of sleep gave me a minute of
reprieve from my worries, but as I woke up and remembered what had
transpired the previous day, my nerves sparked anew with fear of what the
day might bring.  I showered and dressed slowly, almost as though delaying
getting to school would make it all go away.  My mom fussed that I was
going to be late and ushered me out the door, telling me to "break a leg"
and kissing me on the cheek.  Jesus, I hated it when she did that.  I wiped
the mom slobber off my cheek, got in my jeep and headed to school.

I still managed to get to school with a few minutes before class started.
I made my way from the parking lot to my first period English class –
intentionally avoiding the building next door where my friends and me
usually hang out.  I sat down at my desk and busied myself pulling books
from my bag pretending to look for something.  Sean came in just after I
did and sat down next to me...We had first period together.  Maybe if I
didn't look at him he wouldn't say anything to me.  No, then he would know
something was up.

"Hey Sean," I said.

"Hey."

I didn't know what else to say to him, so I just asked the first thing that
came to mind.  "Do you want a ride home from school today?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course." Sean responded.

I think I must have visibly relaxed, because Sean just looked at me and
grinned that sexy mischievous grin he did as he reached over and gently
squeezed my shoulder.  It seemed that all was well between Sean and me.  We
were still friends and I would still be driving him home after school.  I
knew I'd just had a close call, but I could hardly wait to get to Sean's
house after school and smoke another joint with him...maybe he would take
another nap...

After one of the longest days EVER, school was finally over.  I'd spent the
whole day daydreaming of Sean and praying I could touch him again.  We met
up and walked to the parking lot as usual, talking about the same old stuff
we normally did.  We cranked up the music in my Jeep, lit a couple smokes
and headed toward Sean's house.  When I pulled into the driveway and
parked, we were still listening to a song, so we sat for a minute while it
ended.  Before I even knew what was happening, Sean had reached over and
put his hand on my leg, so far up he was nudging the boys.

"Inner thigh!" he exclaimed.

I was so confused and taken aback by this, I didn't know how to respond.
What the hell was that about?  Was he joking with me?  For lack of a better
response, I reached over and did the same thing to him, grasping the inside
of this leg as high up as I dared, while saying in my most sarcastic voice,
"Inner thigh."

We both laughed nervously and went inside his house.  It wasn't long before
the little black box made an appearance, a joint was rolled and we were
back outside smoking.  I didn't really care for pot – it made everything
taste sticky and sweet...like I had perpetual cottonmouth.  It also made me
sick to my stomach if I smoked too much.  But I would do anything to be
near Sean, pot included.

We headed back inside and plopped down on the couch.  Sean turned the TV on
and we sat for a while, just watching some random show.  We were sitting
right next to each other, and out of nowhere, Sean moved his hand and let
it hover right over my crotch, a mere inch from the fabric.  Our eyes
locked and his hand hovered and I could feel the heat from his hand,
burning through my pants and scorching my skin.  I thought about pushing
his hand down and making him grope me, but I just couldn't summon the
courage.  He just left his hand hovering there while we stared at one
another.  After about 30 seconds, he pulled his hand back and giggled.  I
was so confused by his actions I didn't know what was going on.  Was he
joking?  Taunting me?  I was to scared to make any moves of my own, and
already regretting it.

We ended up ignoring the TV and started talking guy stuff and poking fun at
each other, which ended up turning into a game of truth or dare.  I think
we were both feeling mischievous, because both of us took only dares.  They
rapidly progressed from stupid little things to more significant things.
Finally, I got the courage to take it up a notch.  "I dare you to suck my
dick!" I said.

Sean just looked at me and said, "Take it out."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I was so utterly afraid to make
any move.  I just looked at Sean and he looked back at me.  Then he closed
his eyes, opening his mouth and sat there waiting.  I was in shock.  I
couldn't move.  Sean asked if I was going to do it or not...but I just
couldn't fathom it.  What if he was joking and I did it and he freaked out
on me or something?!?  So I stood up, unzipped my jeans and then stuck my
finger in his mouth.  Sean's lips closed around my finger, and he swirled
his tongue and worked the digit up and down for about 20 seconds.  I knew
he knew he had a finger and not a dick, but he sucked anyway.  I knew I was
pitching a huge tent in my jeans.  Sean opened his eyes, released my finger
and just looked at me again.  Then he said to me, "Check out what I can
do."

Sean laid down on his back and flipped his legs up over his shoulders.  "I
can lick my own dick.  Awesome huh?" he said.

I hadn't been able to see what he was doing, and told him so, and that I
didn't believe him, so I told him to do it again and I moved to the ground
so I could get a better look.  Sure enough, he had popped his hard dick out
of his shorts and was licking the tip.  He stopped as soon as I'd had a
look, sat back on the couch and giggled.  God he was such a tease.

The game of truth or dare continued and Sean dared me to suck his dick.  I
responded the same way he had, opening my mouth and closing my eyes.  I
could feel Sean moving on the couch next to me, and I peeked through my
"closed" eyes to see what he was doing.  He was kneeling right in front of
me, his basketball shorts staring me in the face.  I could smell him, the
wonder aromas of boy, soap, cologne and sweat all mixing together to give
Sean a scent that drove me wild.  He just kneeled there, neither moving
toward me or making a move to release his dick from his shorts.  I moved my
face forward and made contact with his cute hard stomach.  My lips danced
over his abs, and my tongue licked and flicked.  Sean laughed and screamed
that it tickled and moved away from me, sitting back down.  I was very
disappointed that he hadn't put it in my mouth.  It seemed neither one of
us was sure of the other...so our game continued and it was my turn.  I
dared Sean to stick a finger in his butt.  This dare was met with a look of
genuine concern from Sean.  I could tell I had just made a request that
gave him pause and he agreed to do it only if I would to.  I said I would,
so he went to the bathroom and came back with some lotion.  He laid on the
ground and put lotion on one finger, then slid his shorts down to his knees
and lifted his legs above his shoulders so I could get a clear view of his
perfect ass.  He massaged his hole with the lotion covered finger, and then
gingerly slipped the whole digit in.  I think my heart nearly stopped and
my breath caught in my throat.  I was transfixed by the sight before me,
but it was over as quickly as it began.  The finger was removed, shorts
pulled back up and Sean disappeared to the bathroom to wash his hands.
When he came back he said it was my turn.

Even though I had just witnessed him do it, and I had agreed to do it
myself, I was absolutely mortified.  Some illogical part of my brain was
telling me that doing this was the same as telling Sean I was gay and that
I shouldn't do it, despite everything that had transpired between us.  I
knew it made no sense, but that's how I felt all the same.  It took Sean
ten minutes of pestering me to get me to finally agree and drop to the
ground.  I put lotion on my finger and was about to pull my pants down when
Sean started laughing at me and told me not to do it.  He explained to me
that he had not actually done it...that he had only pretended to.  I didn't
believe him – I knew what I had seen.  I told him to show me what he meant,
and without missing a beat he was on the ground again, shorts down, and he
made like he was going to put the finger in, but then curled the finger
into his fist, resting the knuckle on his hole.  I knew he was full of it.
The memory was clear in my head, he HAD stuck his finger in the first time,
but he obviously felt embarrassed and wanted to save face, so I let him.

We decided our game was getting boring (though I thought it was just
getting interesting) so we moved into Sean's bedroom.  Sean took off his
basketball shorts and just had on his boxers and a white t-shirt.  I sat on
the edge of his bed and he sat on a short stool just across from me.  Sean
looked at me and reached up the leg of his boxers.  His hand stayed there
for a few seconds and then he pulled his dick out of the leg...it just hung
there, semi erect and beautiful.  I couldn't take my eyes off of it.  Sean
giggled again and I looked up to see him grinning at me, his face blushed
and his eyes drilling into mine.  My mind raced with thoughts of how I
should react.  In the end I decided that letting him make a few more moves
was best.

I laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, praying he would take the
hint and join me.  I didn't have to wait long – only a few seconds later,
Sean was standing at the edge of the bed looking down at me.  He grabbed
his pillow and placed it on my stomach and over my crotch.  Then he
collapsed on top of me, resting his fact in the bed next to my neck, his
chest on mine, our hips grinding into each other, separated by a pillow.  I
wrapped my arms around his back and we just lay in silence for a few
minutes, the fingers of my right hand idly stroking his back.  The silence
was broken when Sean spoke.

"I have an itch," he said into the bed.

I responded by starching his back.

"Lower" he said.

I moved my hand to just above his boxers and scratched.

"Lower" he said again.

So I moved my hand onto his perfect round ass and scratched each cheek, one
at a time.

"In more."  He whispered.

I moved my light scratching to the space between his cheeks, gently working
them up and down his crack.

"Getting closer."  He croaked.

I slipped my hand under his boxers and worked my fingers down his crack.
My middle finger made contact with his hole and I gently rubbed it.

"Ah, that's it.  Right there." He said.

I removed my hand, brought the finger to my mouth and generously wetted the
digit with my saliva.  Then I placed the hand back under Sean's boxers and
worked my finger into his ass, gently massaging the hole, then slipping it
in as far as it would go, his tightness and heat burning my finger as I
wiggled it inside him.  Sean moaned with enjoyment, but lay still, not
moving.

I removed the finger from him and he rolled over onto his back, pulling his
shirt off and the covers over himself.  Then he raised his hips off the bed
and I could tell he was taking off his boxers.  He closed his eyes and lay
there like he was going to sleep, but he was petting his chest and abs.  I
scooted up the bed next to him and brought my hand to his hard abs.  His
body shivered as I touched him and my own body seemed to be buzzing and
tingling all over, the sheer excitement of what we were doing creating a
huge wet spot on the front of my pants.  I worked my hand lower and pulled
the covers back to reveal Sean's hard dick.  It was perfect.  Long and
straight with a spongy mushroom head and a few veins popping up here and
there.  There was a small pool of precum on his belly that had leaked from
the tip.  I dipped my finger into it and smeared the juice over his cock.
I moved my hand down to his balls and gently played with them, his legs
opening wider to grant me access.  They were lightly fuzzy, the sack warm
and silky smooth.  I moved my hand back to his dick and wrapped it around
him.  I began to stroke him slowly, still in shock at what I was doing.  I
wanted to taste him so badly...I had to have his dick in my mouth, had to
suck him.

"Sean.  Do you want me to suck you?" I whispered.

"Mmmmphffff...uhhh...mmm" he quietly moaned in response.

That was all I needed.  I moved between his legs and brought my face toward
his balls.  While still stroking him, I buried my nose and mouth between
his legs, breathing in his musky and sweet scent, and licking his balls.  I
wanted it to last forever, but I could not wait any longer.  I dove onto
his cock with my mouth, taking as much as I could before it hit my throat
and gagged me.  Up and down I worked it, coating the shaft with saliva and
swirling my tongue, sucking, slurping and stroking.  My other hand went to
the front of my own pants and released my dick from its prison.  I stroked
myself with vigor as I sucked Sean, lost in the feelings I was
experiencing.  I'd never wanted something so bad, and I was getting it...I
was going to suck him dry.  It was only a minute or two when Sean's
breathing started getting ragged and his chest was heaving, his hands
grabbing at the bed sheets, holding on for dear life.

He started bucking his hips up and down and he fucked my face with his long
hard cock.  I could taste his precum oozing from the tip of his dick and it
drove me wild, my own dick dripping onto the sheets and my fingers.  I was
on the verge of cumming and so was Sean.  I worked his cock with everything
I had and just as I felt myself starting to go over the edge, Sean erupted
in my mouth, shot after shot of thick hot cum coating my tongue, and
filling my mouth.  I kept right on sucking as some dribbled down the shaft
from between my lips and I had to swallow to make room for more as he
continued to cum.  His load was so big and sweet.  I was in ecstasy, my own
cum shooting from me like a cannon, hitting his legs and sheets.

I continued sucking his dick while it softened, making sure to lap up all
the cum that had escaped my lips.  Finally, I reluctantly released him from
my mouth and scooted up next to him so our faces were even.  He looked at
me through half closed eyes and gave me a goofy grin.  I wrapped nestled my
head on his shoulder, wrapped my arm around his chest and drifted to sleep.

**To be continued...perhaps.  This story is based on true events from my
junior year of high school.  Actually, you could say I'm writing about my
memories of what transpired between my friend and I.  I need to decide if I
want to take this story in the direction it happened in real life, or
whether I should move into the realm of fiction.

Comments and feedback are welcome and encouraged.  This is my first story,
but I've always been interested in writing.  I can be reached at
Helleauxthere@gmail.com Thanks for reading.