Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2002 13:01:49 -0800 (PST)
From: George Stevenson <george_15_y2k@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Poker with Brian part 2

Hey, I'm George. This is the second part of my story "Poker with Brian." So
if you haven't read the first part then I recommend that you do before you
read on...Anyway, hope you enjoy

After all the excitement of Friday night absolutely nothing else seemed
important enough to think about. On Monday morning I sat in school driving
myself insane thinking about what had happened just days before. Brian and
I only had 2 classes together that day; English literature and leisure and
tourism, so I basically sat and stared at him the whole time, watching the
way strands of his gorgeous red hair would fall over his face when he
leaned forward to write. If he was certain there was no one looking he
would turn round and wink at me and smile and I knew the thoughts running
through his head were pretty similar to my own.

At 3.30pm the bell finally rang and I ran out of class so fast I was
tripping over tables and chairs. I waited at the front gates impatiently,
shifting my weight from one foot to the other and cracking my
knuckles. After a few minutes Brian appeared at the top of the steps. "You
took your time, man!" I shouted, as he approached. "Yeah, sorry." Then he
leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Dude, I think there's something
wrong with me `cause I've had a permanent stiffy since Friday night. I
actually had to go to the toilets and take care of it." "Me too. I'm
wearing the baggiest trousers I have but I still feel like everyone's
staring at my dick." I said, laughing.

We walked the mile and a half to Brian's house. Usually I'd go in and have
a drink and take a piss before walking to my house, which is only a few
streets away. But this time we stood outside because it was much more
private. He leaned back against the garden gate and asked, "So are you
working today?" "Yeah, til ten o'clock." I said, knowing that if it wasn't
for my shitty job in the ice cream parlour I could've spent the rest of the
day with Brian. "Well phone me when you finish your shift," he said, "You
know, I'd love to be able to kiss you goodbye and stuff. But I guess it'd
look a bit...well...a bit gay." I wanted to dive on him right there and
start ripping his clothes off but instead I just punched his arm and said
"Me too, but I'm sure we'll make up for it when we get the chance." Then I
give him a little wink, took my jacket off and tied it round my waist to
hide the totally obvious bulge in my pants and walked home.

Work was unbearable. It's too cold for ice cream so I sat in an almost
completely empty shop for 5 hours listening to a couple of old ladies
talking about hip operations and a mystery virus that's going around. And,
of course, I thought about Brian.

I got into the house at about 10.30pm, kicked my boots off and called Brian
straight away. We talked about my night at work, what he'd done all
afternoon and all the usual stuff. "So what've you got planned for the rest
of the night then?" He asked, "Uhm, well I intend to have something to
eat. Then I'll probably have a shower and jack off thinking about you."
"Really?" he asked, sounding pleased. "Nah...fuck the food. I'm just gonna
jack off." We both laughed and then he said, "How about a camping trip this
weekend?"

Brian and I have gone camping together since we were kids. We'd waste the
day running around the forest shooting at birds and rabbits with BB guns,
then sit and toast marshmallows on the fire. It was always brilliant
because there was never anyone there to bother us and we could do whatever
we wanted. One morning at about 5.00am Brian grinned and said, "Cool! We
stayed up all night," we were so proud it was like we'd just discovered a
cure for cancer.

"A camping trip sounds great." I said, smiling. I already had a hard-on as
I thought of all the possibilities of being in a tent, alone with Brian,
miles from anywhere. "I thought you'd say that," he said, and I knew he was
smirking. We discussed the up-coming weekend for about half an hour and
before we hung up he said, "Well, have a good wank, and make sure you think
about me." "Yeah, you too." I said "Oh, don't worry...I will."

The rest of the week was a nightmare. Everything reminded me of Brian and
the weekend ahead. I was working every day after school so the only time I
got to see him was when we walked home together. And, of course, the only
thing we talked about was the camping trip and how we jerked off at least
twice a day thinking about it. Friday finally arrived and since I'd packed
the tent and sleeping bags on Tuesday I just spent the day biting my nails
and trying to control the butterflies in my stomach.

After school we walked to Brian's house and, as usual, his mum was at
work. There was some money and a note held on to the fridge with one of
those magnets you get in kids cereals. Brian already had his stuff packed
so we grabbed the money, 12 beers and some food and went to my house. We
filled a cooler with some more beers, milk, bacon and all the other
necessary stuff and packed everything into the boot of the car. My mum
drove; Brian and I both sat in the back. He was reading a book called
Stark, by Ben Elton, which I'd lent him a few days before, and every now
and then he'd laugh or grin, it made him look so sweet and sexy.

The 2-hour drive felt like days. Eventually we arrived as close to the
mountains as we could get in the car, I kissed my mum goodbye, and Brian
and I each grabbed a rucksack and a handle of the cooler and began to hike
up the mountain. It didn't take us long, especially considering the fact
that we had to carry the huge cooler. When we got to the top we had to
spend about 20 minutes trying to find a flat area that wasn't completely
covered in balls of rabbit shit to put the tent up.

It was around 9.00pm before we actually got a chance to relax. We sat
beside the small battery operated lamp in the tent, drinking beer and
eating bars of chocolate because neither of us felt like cooking proper
food.

I waited an entire 30 seconds before leaning over and kissing Brian. Just
the fresh, clean smell of his hair was enough to get all eight inches of me
standing to attention. "I've been dying to do this all week," he said,
lying on his back and pulling me on top of him. He gyrated his hips under
me, rubbing his erection against mine, making me grunt and moan. I could
feel my cock pulsating in my jeans and I was sure it was gonna burst
through the denim any second. Running my fingers through his hair, I took
his bottom lip in my mouth and sucked it gently, tasting the chocolate he'd
been eating. I could feel Brian's hands stroke my sides as he pulled my
T-shirt off.

"Your skin's so smooth," he said, nibbling on my chest and sliding one of
his hands down to cup my balls through my clothes. I crawled down and
pulled his jeans and boxers off. All week I'd been fantasizing about
sucking his smooth cock and now that I had the chance I wasn't going to
waste it. I stroked and kissed the insides of his thighs before licking the
small drops of warm, bitter pre cum from the tip of his boner. He gasped,
sucking in as much air as he possibly could and his whole body shivered.

I had a good idea of what I was supposed to do but I was still worried that
I'd bite him or something. Holding his foreskin back with my right hand, I
held the head of his pole between my lips, and then began to slip more of
it into my mouth. Brian's hips jerked upward, thrusting his cock right to
the back of my throat. He was breathing heavily and moaning then all of a
sudden he said, "Holy shit George, you're sucking my cock!" like he'd just
woke up and realized what was going on. "Do you have any idea how many
times of dreamed about this and woke up covered in cum? And now it's
actually happening," he breathed. The slurping sounds of me sucking my best
friends cock and his moaning was enough to make me leak at least a bucket
of pre cum.

I lifted my head up, grinned at him, and said "I have a tub of Vaseline in
my rucksack." "Really?" He asked, sitting up and taking his T-shirt
off. "Yeah, gimme a sec." I said, rummaging around in the side pocket of my
backpack. I finally found the Vaseline and began rubbing it on Brian's cock
as he pulled my jeans and boxers down. "I can't believe we're doing
this. I'm really really glad we are but it's still kinda hard to believe."
he admitted. I agreed with him. The most sexual thing Brian and I had done
together before last weekend was to look at a porn mag.

I pulled my jeans and boxers off and got down on all fours. Brian used one
hand to caress my balls and the other to massage my ass. Then I felt his
hands slide my ass cheeks apart. He leaned down and licked my crack,
circling my hole; finally he used his tongue to stroke my asshole. The
sensations it sent through my body were amazing and I could hear myself
moaning and begging him to stick his tongue in me.

When Brian was sure I was lose enough for him to begin he covered one of
his fingers with Vaseline and began to gently slide his middle finger in. I
felt it slide in past the nail, then the knuckle and when it was in
completely he gently moved it around inside me. It made me hornier than
anything I'd ever felt before.

He slid his finger out and I could hear him move around behind me, then I
felt the huge, throbbing head of his boner against my asshole. I could feel
more pre cum ooze out of my dick. My whole body was tingling in
anticipation. "George, are you sure you really want me to fuck you?" He
teased, rubbing his cock against my hole. "Yes, quick, fuck me as hard as
you can." I begged, but before I'd even stopped speaking I felt his dick
begin to slide into my ass. We both moaned as he pushed the entire length
of his dick into me with one quick move. "You're ass is so fucking hot and
tight." He said, gripping my shoulder with his left hand and using the
other to stroke my cock. I tried to tell him to fuck me harder but I was so
out of breath I could hardly speak.

When he slid out a little I shoved my ass back as he pushed his shaft back
in, hoping he'd get the hint and go faster. He did. He started ramming his
cock in hard and fast, making his balls slap against mine. "I'm cumming," I
gasped, and I felt my ass clench, squeezing Brian's raging boner. "Oh yeah,
cum for me George, I wanna feel your hot, sweet spunk squirt all over my
hand." As I came I felt about 6 squirts of Brian's warm jizz shoot into my
ass as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. He was leaning on my back,
his hard nipples pressing against my skin, the last of his spunk oozing out
of his dick into my ass. We were both out of breath and covered in
sweat. "Wow" I said, knowing that no words could possibly describe how good
that was. "Dude, I think there's about a gallon of cum in your guts." He
said, sliding out of me. We lay there together in silence for about 10
minutes, both too tired to speak. "So when do I get the chance to suck you
til you explode in my mouth?" Brian asked. I looked down at my dick "Hmmm,
gimme ten minutes, then you can suck as much as you want."


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