Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2002 22:59:16 EDT
From: LEnfantDC@aol.com
Subject: That Puff of Fur - Chapter 2

The following story is of sexual encounters between two teenaged males.
Please refrain from reading further if this type of story offends you.  If,
by reading this story, you would breaking any local, state, or national
laws, please stop reading immediately.  By reading any further, you
acknowledge you are of legal age to view sexually explicit materials.

As with the first chapter, much of this story is true.  The names have been
changed to protect the innocent.

Thanks to all those who wrote to encourage me after chapter 1.  I've
decided to share another of my adventures with Mark.

Comments/Suggestions should be emailed to LEnfantDC@aol.com

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		       That Puff of Fur - Chapter 2

We lived in the South.  And during the second week in October, the fair
came to town.

Every year, the Friday of Fair Week was a teacher's work day.  So on
Thursday night, every kid in town was at the fairgrounds.

This year was different for me.  I got to drive to the fair.  Alright, I
was only 15 and supposed to only drive until sunset, but my parents were
out of town.  After swearing I'd be careful, promising to haul my sister
around, and a few minutes of rather pathetic begging, I was allowed to take
the car to the fair...just this once.  Hey, I was a responsible kid.  And,
since there was no school the next day, my curfew was midnight.

Face it, for a kid in a small southern town, this was just about as good as
it gets.

Luck continued smiling down on me.  My sister came to me with a bargain.
If I would take she and her friend Tina to the fair that afternoon, Tina's
folks would pick them up later so she could spent the night over there.

Fifteen.  Car.  Fair.  Empty House.  Now it really WAS as good as it gets!

County fairs in the south are really the community's annual meeting place.
The fair included rides guaranteed to separate your dinner from your body,
games guaranteed to separate your money from your wallet, and midway shows
guaranteed to separate illusion from reality (that bearded lady looked a
whole more like a man in drag).  There was also the barn, where you could
view the county's blue ribbon cow, pig, chicken, rabbit, goat, and whatever
other living animal was bred in the area.  You could also find out if
Mrs. Jenkins or Mrs. Westmoreland had the best strawberry jam in the
county.  One or the other won each year.

I was interested in the fair, alright.  But I was far more interested in my
companion for my night of amusement....Mark.

Mark and I had been friends for well over a year, ever since his family
moved to town.  We met in band.  Both of us were fairly good looking and
friendly.  But for some reason, neither of us were part of the real "in"
crowd at school.

It had been a few weeks since Mark and I had been out together.  Things had
been strained between the two of us ever since the night we played together
at my house.  Our spend-the-night party turned into a night of exploration
as we touched each other's bodies for the very first time.

That was early summer.  Now it was early fall.  We'd hardly seen each other
during the rest of the summer.  Both of us were too embarrassed by our
little tryst.  I'm not sure about Mark, but in my case, my embarrassment
stemmed from enjoying it - perhaps a little too much.

I wasn't gay.  You couldn't be gay and be from our town.  As far as we
knew, there were only two queers in town.  One played the organ at the
Baptist church.  The other ran a flower shop.  Both were old and ugly.  But
then, to a 15 year old, nearly everybody over 25 was old and ugly.

I wasn't ugly, or at least, I didn't think of myself as ugly.  But I also
didn't think I was all that good looking.  At almost 6 feet tall, I weighed
about 175 pounds.  That distribution looks good on someone who works out.
On me, it just sort of hung - not fat, just not really defined.  I had long
brown hair that covered my ears and my collar - the style back then.  I was
still smooth at 15, but you could tell I'd be getting hairier.  My almost
6" dick stood straight out when hard and it was thick...thicker than
Mark's, at least.  And thicker than Tracy's - a guy I'd also played with
once on a lark.  Tracy was the first guy to suck me, and his was the first
dick I sucked.  But that's another story.

Mark wasn't ugly either.  Not by a long shot.  He was about 5'9" tall and
weight about 130 lbs.  His light brown hair was always cut short - you had
to keep it short if you were in ROTC.  He had blue eyes that always looked
like he was either having fun, or about to have fun.  After seeing him
naked one afternoon after school last year, seeing him naked again became
an obsession.  After seeing that tall, smooth body, big dick (6" hard as I
later found out), and this amazing puff of fur around his dick, I had
schemed for a way to see him naked and feel his body.  It was a great
night.  But it seemed to nearly kill our friendship.

When school started back in late August, Mark and I saw each other for the
first time in band practice that first morning.  I saw him come into the
band room.  He looked around and spotted me.  I honestly think he was
looking to see if I was there, whether he'd admit it or not.  When he saw
me, he stopped and stared for a minute, then nodded my way, but didn't make
his way over.

I was disappointed, but relieved.  Frankly, I didn't know what to say to
him either.

Life with (or without) Mark went on like that for the next several days
until one day, we were both called down for disrupting band practice in
separate incidents.  We both ended up with the same punishment.  We had to
stay after practice and clean the equipment room.  The band director was
always good at coming up with some creative punishment that got him out of
having to do work.

Being stuck in that small equipment room with Mark was a blessing.  We
started out working in opposite corners, trying to avoid each other.  But
that was kind of silly.  And we both knew it.

"Why the hell is there a saxophone over here with the oboes?" Mark said.
The first words other than "hey" I'd heard from him in months.

"I don't know.  Who's is it?" I asked.  Mark opened the case to check.

"Oh. It's Allen's." Mark replied.

"Well, that explains it.  That lazy fuck wouldn't walk an extra ten feet to
get laid!" I said.  Oops.  A sex remark.  I blushed.

But all was ok.  Mark laughed at my joke and looked over at me.  We looked
into each other's eyes and could tell that, while uneasy, we really kinda
missed each other.

"Look, I'm sorry I've been such a jerk lately and avoiding you." Mark said.

"Yeah, well, it's not like I've been calling you either." I replied.

Mark looked away, but he kept talking.  "It's just that...well...that last
time when I spent the night-"

"I know." I interrupted him.  I was uncomfortable with this conversation
too.  I was afraid of what he was going to say.  Things got quiet for a
minute.

"But, I do miss having fun with you.  Um...not THAT way, but...you know,"
he said.

"Same here.  Why don't we just try to forget that time and just be friends
again ok?"  I couldn't believe I was being that generous.  I wanted it to
happen again!  In fact, I wanted to do more, whether I admitted it or not.

"Deal!" Mark said.  He smiled as if he was relieved and held his hand up
for a high-five.  I slapped his hand and he grabbed it, looking into my
eyes.  He pulled me into a brotherly hug - something he'd never ever done
before.  I liked it.

We were back to being friends.  That is to say, we were never BEST
friends...at least not that anyone at school could tell.  Mark and I always
socialized outside of school.  In school, he was just one of the group.

But things got better after that.  We were back to hanging out
together...to throw a football or to play games.  Still no spend the night
parties, but back to being regular friends.

One thing was different.  Touching.  It seemed like every time we got
together, Mark would find some reason to touch me.  Not that I minded.
It's just that, when we were friends before, touching, or grabbing, or
whatever, wasn't really part of our routine.  Now it was.  And it just
served to make me hornier.

Well, back to the fair.

When I found out I was a free man with a car, I called Mark.

"Dude!  Guess what?"

"What?" he asked.

I told him of my good fortune and asked if he wanted to go to the fair with
me that night.

"Hell yeah, I want to go with you!  Especially if it means I don't have to
babysit my brothers at the fair!" Mark said.  "Let me go ask Mom and Dad."

He was gone for a minute or so. I could hear talking in the background, but
not enough to make it out, except for an exclamation of "YES!" in the
background.  Mark came running back to the phone.

"Yes!  I can go!" he said.  "But I can't spend the night, ok?"

I didn't know if this was his Mom's prohibition or his uneasiness.  "Um,
ok, cool."

Mark fortunately ended my speculation.

"Mom said we're all going shopping in Charlotte tomorrow and we're leaving
early, which is why I can't spend the night," he said.

That, frankly, made me feel a lot better.  And it let me know that asking
him to spend the night was possible in the future!

We made plans for me to pick him up and I got off the phone to do some of
the chores I'd committed myself to in order to get to drive that evening.

The weather was kinda cool, but not bad for October.  It was going to be a
clear night, so dressing for the fair was easy...jeans, a sweatshirt and
tennis shoes, my usual.  After showering and dressing, I headed over to
pick up Mark.  As I pulled in the driveway, he bounded down the steps and
jumped in my car.

"Dude, this is GREAT!" he said, clearly excited that we were the only two
fifteen year olds in town with wheels that night.

"What do you want to ride first?" I asked him, sharing the excitement.

"The Haunted House ride," he said.  "I wanna see you get SCARED!"  He moved
quickly and grabbed my thigh real high up, hoping to see me jump.

"Dammit, Mark!  You wanna make me wreck the car before we get there?" I
said.  He just laughed and patted the area he'd grabbed.  I, of course,
just got hard.

When we got to the Fair, we did ride the haunted house ride, with Mark
edging closer to me once we were in the dark.  He'd poke me every now and
then, or get up in my face to give me his monster laugh - complete with
flickering tongue.  It wasn't the least bit scary, but it was
fun...especially being close to Mark again.

After a few more rides, and several more quarters lost on the Midway games,
we decided we were hungry.  Mark wanted corndogs for dinner.  For those of
you not familiar with this amusement park delicacy, they consist of a
frankfurter on a stick, breaded in cornbread, then deep fried in oil - very
healthy, you can tell.

We found a place to sit behind the Midway tents and dug into dinner.  Mark
was doing all sorts of stuff to make me laugh and I was trying to do the
same back.

Mark was holding his corndog in his hand studying it.  He looked over at me
with this "I'm going to outdo you this time" grin and then wrapped his fist
around the dog, gently jerking up and down.

"Remind you of anything?" he asked.

I was shocked, but wasn't about to be outdone.

"Nah, I was just thinking of how tasty this thing is!" I said.  I took the
corndog and rubbed it around my lips before licking slowly and seductively
up the entire shaft..er...dog.

Mark was not to be one-upped that easy, though.  With the power of a
double-dare, he went the next step.  While looking into my eyes, he sank
the corndog almost whole into his mouth until it touched the back of his
throat.  He made like he was sucking on it a few times before withdrawing.

"You're right!  Tasty!  And HOT! OUCH!"  he said.  I laughed until I cried
and he did too.  We were going to be ok.

There's one thing about County Fairs I forgot to tell you.  As exciting as
they were in anticipation, as colorful as the lights were on the rides,
when you really got there, you found out they were...well....lame.  It
didn't take long to get bored.

It was hardly after dark before we had done the entire fair.  That left us
with a choice.  We could either go around the fair again, or....The CAR!!!

We still had just over four hours left before our curfew, so we decided
we'd go show off being fifteen and driving.  In our town, that meant
cruising Main Street.  It was something the everyone who had a car did.
You'd drive from the drive-in restaurant at one end of town to the gas
station at the other end - a distance of about seven blocks - then turn
around and do the same thing in the other direction.  This could go on for
hours.  Frankly, I always thought it was pretty pointless, but there wasn't
much else to do.

We got to Main Street, only to find it practically deserted.  Seems
everyone in town really WAS at the fair.  So much for showing off that way.
But I had another idea or scheme, anyway.

"I know," I said.  "Let's go over to the parking lot at the stadium and
practice cutting doughnuts."

"Sounds like fun, and you're driving!" Mark said.

The stadium parking lot was this large, flat, gravel covered field not far
from our high school.  No one ever came up there when there wasn't a game
going on.  It was a chance to be alone and in the dark with Mark - never a
bad place to be, in my opinion.

When we got to the lot, I started maneuvering the car, trying to spin it
out in the gravel.  To be honest, the ground was so loose in this area that
a four year old with a broken leg on a tricycle could cut doughnuts on this
surface.

My car was an old, used police car that my parents had bought cheap.  It
was built like a tank, had a HUGE engine, and got about 8 miles to the
gallon.  What a gas hog!  Suffice it to say, if I'd wanted to, I could have
cut a doughnut a foot deep in that surface.

But for some reason, I couldn't (or wouldn't).  With Mark in the car, I
made several attempts to spin up the gravel, all without success and
pretending to get more and more frustrated with each attempt.  Mark kept
saying he KNEW he could make it happen.  I decided to give it one more try,
but with some motivation.

"I tell you what, I'll bet you I can cut one this time and if I don't, I'll
jerk you off again!" I said.  My heart was beating a mile a second.  This
was the moment of truth.

Mark smiled and said, "You're on!"

The performance I gave was worthy of an Academy Award.  I made it look like
I was doing everything one could do to make that car spin.  But, of course,
I failed.

Mark just smiled, looked down at his crotch for a minute, and then said,
"Here, trade places and let me show you how it's done."

He started to slide across the bench seat to the driver's side as I slid
under him to the passenger side.  Just as I got under him, he slipped and
landed very gently in my lap.

"Oops, er..sorry." he said, but he continued to grind his ass into my dick
for a second or two more before he moved on over to the driver's side.  If
he didn't know I had a hardon before, he knew now!

Mark put the car in gear and with hardly any effort, put the car into a
spin that sent gravel flying fifty feet in every direction.  We spun 360
degrees several times before he slammed on the brakes and stopped the car
in a cloud of white dust.

"That's how you do it," he said proudly.  I admitted he was the winner,
knowing I would soon get the prize.

"Let's get out of here before the cops come to check on the place," Mark
said.  "Drive."

I headed us out of town to the north - a very rural area where I knew there
would be fewer cars and more potential places to park.  As we drove, we
talked about all sorts of stuff: music, the fair, his brothers, the
football team, cars...a lot of different things.  But neither of us
mentioned my "bet."

After driving a few miles, we found ourselves on a very deserted country
road.  Mark was still chattering away.  I finally realized he was at least
as nervous as I was about what was going to happen tonight.  I reached over
and felt his crotch.  He was hard as a rock and it was clearly in an
uncomfortable position.

"If I remember right, I owe you a hand job," I said.

"That's ok," he replied.  But he didn't try to stop me from feeling him up.

"No, I made a bet and I lost," I said.  "I gotta pay up."

"No really.  That's ok," he said.  I pulled my hand away from his lap.

"Unless...."

"Unless what?" I asked.

"Well, I wouldn't feel right about you jerking me off unless I did it to
you too," Mark said, clearly nervous.

"Cool!" I said, and I reached again for his lap.

"Let's find a place to park so you don't wreck when I'm feeling you up,"
said Mark.  Thank goodness ONE of us was still using part of his brain to
think.  Still, he reached into his jeans to bring his dick to the upright
and locked position where it wanted to point.

"Good idea."

We drove a little further before Mark said to stop.

"Back up about fifty feet," he said.

This was a country road that I doubt anyone had driven on in days, so that
was no problem.  When we'd backed up, he pointed to a cutoff on the
passenger side of the car.  It looked like the entrance to a pasture, tree
covered, and just deep enough to hide the car completely.

"Get in there," he said.  And I gently backed into the area.

We were about to play around again.  Only, this time, it wasn't as
spontaneous as last time.  We both knew what was coming.  We both knew the
other was willing.  We were both VERY horny boys.

I turned off the car.  We both stared out the window.  It was dark enough
out that the car was well hidden, but the full moon was in just the right
place to keep the inside of the car nicely illuminated.  And it was warm
enough out that we wouldn't freeze, even if we got naked.  In fact, that
sounded like a good idea!

Mark sighed, grinned, and reached for the button on his jeans.  I started
to kick off my shoes.

"Let's do this right and get totally naked, ok?" I asked.

"Ok"

We watched each other as our clothes came off.  Watching Mark was always a
pleasure to me.  I loved watching him expose his lithe, smooth body.  It
was cool enough that his dime sized nipples were as hard as they could get.

We went for our pants at the same time, easing them slowly down.  Mark's
dick was pointing straight up, so it was just revealed, starting with that
big, bell-shaped head, sliding down to show that puff of fur that drove me
so crazy.  His pants came all the way off.

My dick had been pointing down.  As my jeans and underwear came down, my
dick flew out, slapping my stomach before coming to its usual flagpole
position standing straight out from my body.  We both took in the sight -
the best view we'd either had ever had of each other's body.

Mark began to jerk off slowly. And I did the same.  But I knew this wasn't
what we came here for.

"Um, that's MY job," I said as I reached for Mark's wonderful tool.

"And that's mine," he replied, taking my dick in his cool hand.

I slid closer as we continued to fondle each other's equipment.  Mark
leaned in to me to watch more closely what he was doing.  As he stared at
my cock in his hand, his left ear was right in front of my face.  I leaned
in to smell his hair.  He smelled of shampoo and a little of the county
fair.  But mostly, he smelled wonderful.

He leaned back up, letting his ear graze my lips, and leaned his forehead
next to mine - more comfortable for both of us to play with each other's
cocks and balls.  I could tell Mark had something on his mind.

"Have you ever wondered about..." Mark started.

"About what?" I asked.

"Nothing, nevermind." He said.  I wasn't satisfied.

"Mark, we're playing with each other's dicks, guy.  I think you can tell me
anything," I said.

"Well, would it be too queer if two guys, who were just helping each other
out, you know, were too...um....suck each other?" he asked.

Oh God, was this my lucky night.  Yeah, I'd already sucked a guy and been
sucked, briefly.  But Tracy wasn't Mark.  I'd wanted to suck Mark's dick
for a long time.

"Well, no," I said.  "I mean, you said it.  We'd just be helping each other
out, if we did it, I think."

Why was I so shy?  We both wanted it.  We both knew it.

Mark leaned in again.  This time, he brought his face just inches from my
dick.  In this position, it was hard for me to reach his dick.  I continued
to graze it with my fingers, then rubbing his thigh and his ass.  It never
occurred to be to run my fingers into the crack of his butt.  We were both
so fixated on cock and balls that ass play never occurred to us.

As he played with my dick, Mark watched it closely.  I felt him lean
closer, letting his nose touch it.  His hand played through my pubes as
they guided the head of my dick across his lips.  He inhaled deeply and
sank my dick into his mouth.

I'd been sucked before - in this very car -- but nothing, NOTHING ever felt
this good.  My hand grabbed a cheek of his ass as I tensed at the
sensation. My toes curled behind the brake pedal and my head flew back.
This was heaven!

Mark continued to suck me deeply for a minute before sitting up.

"I was right!  It IS tasty AND hot!," he giggled.  "But no OUCH this time!"

I laughed and pulled his head to my chest, giving his head a quick noogie,
before pushing him back in the seat.  I brought my knees up into the seat
and leaned in close to his face, my nose touching his nose.

"My turn." I said as I looked in his eyes.

I moved slowly down, my nose grazing his lips and chin, down to his chest
and across his right nipple, all the way down to his glistening dick.  Like
he did with me, I swallowed him whole - at least as much as I could get
into my mouth without gagging.

Mark gasped at the sensation.  I knew how he felt.  I put my efforts into
enjoying his dick, knowing that the more I enjoyed it, the more he would
too.

My eyes had been closed, but when I opened them, I saw my face was right in
that puff of fur I love so much.  I came off his dick, held it out and put
my lips to that hair, feeling it with my face, lips and tongue.  I massage
the underside of his dick with my palm and the top side rubbed against the
side of my face.

Leaning back a bit, his dick smacked back to home base, up against his
belly.  I came back down to run my tongue from the center of his balls to
the tip of his hot, hard dick and back again several times.  Mark's moans
were almost screams.  I was so glad we were parked in the middle of
nowhere.

Finally, I took his dick back in deep.  I'd begun to suck hard when Mark
started urgently yelling.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"  He held my head still, then pulled me gently off his
dick.  He was panting.

"I almost came!"  That shocked me a little.  I wasn't sure I was ready to
eat his cum.

"Oh!  Thanks!" I said.

"No, I mean, I want another turn on you!" he said smiling.

I fell back against the driver side door and said, "Be my guest!"

"Don't you cum in my mouth either!" he warned as he eagerly scrambled into
my position on his knees.  I would warn him.  This was way too good to piss
him off.

He leaned in and licked my balls.  That was a first for me.  To this day,
it is the best way to drive me nuts, so to speak.

His tongue traced up the crevices between my legs on either side of my
balls, then up to the head of my dick.  Because of the angle of my hardon,
this was the perfect position for him.  And he couldn't get enough.

He licked all over the head of my dick before sinking down...all the way
down, until his lips were touching my pubes.  I might have been a shade
shorter in length, but I was thick!  And this hot boy had my entire dick in
his throat!

He came back up and started sucking me harder, jerking me off with his lips
and tongue.  Suddenly, one of us shifted angles and his teeth grazed my
dick.  I jumped.  Mark just grabbed the base of my dick, pulled off enough
to say "Sorry!" and went back to work.

He was more careful, but just as good as before.  It didn't take long
before I began to feel the cum boil in my balls.  I grabbed his head to
slow him down, but that really wasn't cooling me off, so I pulled him back
from my dick.

"Whew! You almost got a mouthful!" I said.

"Um, I don't think I'm ready for that," he said.

"Me neither, but I want more of that!" I replied, pointing to his dick and
leaning back down for another turn at that beautiful, tasty cock.

I sucked him down a couple of times before he stopped me.

"Un uh, un uh, stop.  This feels too good and I'm ready to cum too," he
said.

I debated violating the rules and letting him shoot in my mouth.  But no,
that was still a little too much for me.

"I want to see you cum," I said.  He smiled, leaned back, and started
jerking his dick with his right hand.  I did the same with my left.

Mark looked over and said, "Hey, we use different hands!"

"The better to do THIS with!" I said.  I reached over to where he was
jerking and rubbed the wet head of his dick while he stroked.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed.  I pulled away and asked what was the matter.

"Just keep jerking and feel this!" He said.  As I stroked, he wet his left
palm with his tongue, then started rubbing the head of my dick.

The sensation was so good it hurt!  I groaned loud and pulled away from his
hand.

"You're right!  That's actually TOO much of a good thing," I said.

"I gotta cum!" Mark said.

We both leaned back, watching each other.  In just a few seconds, we both
were ready to shoot.

Almost simultaneously, geysers of white boy juice started shooting from our
cocks and across our chests.  Our moans were harmonious.  I could die right
then and be fulfilled.

As we both came down off our orgasmic high, I tensed a little.  Would the
same thing happen again?  Would he, or I for that matter, get hit with a
case of the guilts?

We looked at each other, then down at the mess we'd made, then back at each
other.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Does this answer your question?" he replied, as he scooped the cum off his
chest, reached over and started rubbing it into my balls.

"Trying to recycle it?" I giggled and did the same back to him with my cum.

"Don't need to," he said.  "I can make more."  We both started laughing
like we'd never stop.

It was going to be okay this time.

Mark looked at his watch.

"Shit!  You got a jet in this thing?" he asked.

I looked at my watch and saw we had about 35 minutes before curfew.

"DAMN!" I said, and we both got dressed quickly.  I started the car, put it
in gear and peeled out of our hiding place, leaving gravel and grass
flying.

"Can't do doughnuts in this car, eh?" Mark said with a grin.  I was busted.
I was sure the blush on my face was brighter than the moon.

We both just laughed and he cranked up the radio as I sped us back to his
house to avoid a major grounding.

We pulled up in his yard with just a few minutes to spare.  He yanked open
the door to jump out, yelling "Bye, Big Guy!"

"Seeya!" I said, as I put the car in reverse.  He started to slam the door
and stopped.  He leaned back in the car and looked me in the eye.

"Wanna spend the night tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Fuck, YEAH!"

Something told me I was going to get another chance to play with that puff
of fur.

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