Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2009 06:39:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mill Town Boys 16

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Mill Town Boys-16

"TGIF"

High school started on Wednesday as scheduled, and Trevor called me
Thursday to say Momma was planning supper the next night, and I was
expected to be there. I laughed, knowing I wasn't going to win an argument
with our Momma about not attending.

The first football game of the school year was always a big deal. Momma
knew her boys well enough to know that they would want to be fed early and
on their way.

Trev asked if I would drive his new truck, so he could show off a bit, and
I readily agreed.

"Maybe I could drive it into the parking lot," Trev offered.

"Not a chance!" I laughed, "the whole town will be there, want to get me
busted?"

"Nah, but it sure would be sweet," Trev said wistfully.

"I think maybe I know a spot out of town where we can go for a driving
lesson," I chuckled, knowing my brother was practically wetting himself
waiting for a chance to drive.

"You do?" he asked excitedly.

"Ya, if you get your homework done right after church on Sunday, I'll take
you out there in the afternoon."

"Deal!" Trev laughed, and we chatted for a few minutes more.

* * * *

Momma had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, sweet corn, and fresh bread on the
table when I arrived Friday. The food was excellent, as always, and we had
a good time talking about the chances for the Lumberjacks this season.

The game started at seven thirty, but the crowd began to gather by the gate
just after six. Good seats were always hard to get, so folks came
early. The rest brought lawn chairs. I drove Trev's truck over to the
school and we circled the field a couple times as he waved to kids from his
class. I don't think I have ever seen him happier.

The marching band played for about twenty minutes before the game, and then
the announcer introduced both teams. Justin found where we were and hurried
up to take a seat next to Trev.

"They're ready to kick ass tonight," Justin laughed, nodding in the
direction of several Lumberjacks pounding each other's shoulder pads,
getting wound up for the kick off. "There's Jeremy," Justin pointed at
number 82 in the center of a bunch of guys on the sideline.

* * * *

The game was close for the first three quarters. First one school would
score, and then the other would answer back.

By the start of the fourth quarter, both teams were tired, and conditioning
was starting to be a factor.

"Don't worry, our guys are stronger in the stretch," I reassured Trevor and
Justin as they watched the game with worried looks on their faces. "Coach
runs their asses off all summer for a reason," I laughed.

Sure enough, as the last quarter rolled along, our guys started to dominate
the line, and open wider lanes, thus allowing the running backs to gain
more yards.

The game was tied when we finally made it down to the twenty five yard line
and threatened to score. But the Blue Devils held firm, and forced us to
kick a field goal. One of their guys got lucky and just managed to get a
couple of fingers on the ball as it was kicked. He deflected it just enough
so it missed. Result, game still tied.

Our defense came on, but the other side managed to get some yards. We
finally stopped them about mid field. Their kicker didn't have the leg for
that long a try, so they turned it over on downs after making it to our
forty five. We got the ball back with just over three minutes on the
clock. Time was definitely running out, and we were still a long way from
the end zone.

"We've got to get something to work," I muttered, checking out the
formation and recognizing it was going to be a pass play. "Watch Jeremy!" I
said quickly, realizing that he was going to get the call.

"You kidding?" Justin laughed, "That's all I've been doing all night!"

Trevor and I both laughed.

The route was down the left side, then a hook to the right. The Blue Devil
defense saw it coming, but Jeremy was fast on the break away and managed to
get a couple of steps ahead of the defender. The pass was perfectly thrown
on target, near the center of the field.

"He's gonna do it!" I shouted, as everyone in the stands leapt to their
feet.

The yelling grew louder and louder as Jeremy caught the ball with his
fingertips, and shifted into high gear to outrun the defender, and on into
the end zone.

"Touch Down Lumberjacks!" The announcer boomed, and the crowd went wild.

The coach chose to go for two, bypassing the point after the kick. The pass
play worked, and the Lumberjacks were ahead to stay. Two more minutes on
defense and the game was over.

"That was amazing!" Justin grinned, lifting Trevor off the ground in a
playful bear hug. "Did you see Jeremy?"

Trev rolled his eyes, "The whole fucking town saw him, Dufus." He laughed.

Justin grinned, "O yeah, I guess they did." He was all smiles.

Trev offered Justin a ride home, and Justin agreed. He knew Jeremy would
have some things to do after the game. They had planned to meet at his
place and head out from there.

We dropped Justin off, Trevor did his best imitation of our Momma, "You
boys behave now," he laughed, and I smiled at how realistic he sounded.

Justin looked back and shot us a playful grin, "We will, if you will!"

With that we all laughed.

* * * *

At about the time the game was ending, Nate was walking toward the bus stop
from Sara's house. He was in a bit of a daze and still couldn't quite
believe what had just happened. He reached down and rubbed the front of his
jeans where his very tired and soft dick lay hidden in the folds of his
underwear.

For several days after he'd seen Sara in the boy's bathroom, he had watched
her from afar. Each lunch period, she picked out a new boy and sat next to
him chatting away. Three days later, she was at Nate's table once again.

"I'm having a party at my house Friday night, want to come?"

Nate was caught off guard and didn't know what to say.

"You have been to a party before, right?"

"Well yeah, but I have to ask my Mom first." Nate improvised, never ever
having been asked to a party.

"Okay, here's my address and phone number. Call me when you know for sure."

Nate had practically run home after school that day. His Mom asked several
questions, but agreed to let him go without too much convincing.

The rest as they say was history.

Nate sat on the bench at the bus stop, trying to recall every detail of
what had happened after that.

He called Sara, told her he had permission, and she told him when to come
over. His Mom dropped him off ten minutes early, making him firmly promise
to be on the 9:30 bus home.

He rang the door bell, Sara answered. She showed him upstairs to her room,
and he was a bit surprised to find two other girls her age were there.

"This is Nate," Sara giggled, "He's a new seventh grader."

The rest was a little blurry, someone said something about a club, and
asked if he wanted to join. He remembered a hand on his crotch, and one on
his rear end. Sara kissed him, then it seemed like the girls' hands were
everywhere. His zipper was pulled down, his dickie was pulled out, more
kissing, and then Sara was on her knees. His cock was hard and throbbing
when Sara gently put it between her lips.

"She sucked my dick," Nate whispered, eyes half closed as he lay back
against the bench.

Within a few minutes he was stripped naked, kissed like never before,
sucked, and then treated to the sight of his first naked girl. Sara was
wearing a pink two piece trackie outfit. One zip and her top came off, and
then one of the girls pulled her bottoms down and she was totally nude.

"No underwear!" Nate remembered thinking as he gazed at all her girly
parts.

Sara's breasts were as soft as they were attractive, and he still
remembered the feel of his tongue on her tiny nipples. She moved his hand
down between her legs and she taught him how to touch her there. She guided
his hand back and forth over her mound, until she was breathing heavily
with desire. All this time, one of the other girls was kissing his butt,
while the third one licked his balls.

Squirt, squirt, and then they started all over again. He was hard again
just minutes later. He came three times while he was there, and each of the
girls had felt the pleasure of his tongue between their legs at some point
along the way.

"Oh God," Nate sighed, as the sound of the bus's brakes brought him back to
the moment. "I love Middle School," he thought to himself as he reached in
his pocket for his bus pass. "I fucking love it!"

* * * *

Jeremy pulled up to Justin's house about an hour and a half after the
game. Coach was proud of their team effort, he gave them just a short pep
talk, and then told them to hit the showers and head home.

"About time!" Justin laughed, pulling the door open and yanking Jeremy
inside by the sleeve of his letterman's jacket.

He quickly closed the door, and wrapping his arms around Jeremy's neck,
kissed him long and hard on the lips.

"Whoah," Jeremy laughed, finally managing to pull away. "What about your
`rents?" he asked, taking a quick look around.

"Gone until about midnight or 1:00," Justin grinned, his eyes twinkling.

Relieved to hear they were alone, Jeremy looked at his boyfriend and leaned
in so they could kiss again. After a couple of minutes, Justin seemed to
notice Jeremy hadn't wrapped his arms around him.

"No hug?" he pouted.

Jeremy kissed him lightly one more time, and then brought his arm out from
behind his back. "For you," he smiled, "it's the game ball!"

Justin was speechless. His eyes grew moist.

"If I could have, I would have given it to you in front of the whole damn
town," Jeremy whispered as Justin stared at him, open mouthed.

"But...but...it's yours, you won the game," Justin whispered, his voice
choking with emotion.

"Coach told each of us to reach down inside and dedicate the game to
someone or something that was really important to us, then go out and
win. I dedicated the game to you."

Justin couldn't hold back his emotions, and several tears rolled down his
face.

Jeremy stepped closer to Justin and this time wrapped his strong arms
around him, and kissed him deeply.

"Until midnight or 1:00, huh?" Jeremy grinned, stepping back.

Justin nodded and smiled. He reached for Jeremy's hand and led him up the
stairs.

Justin opened the door to his bedroom, and his eyes were playful as Jeremy
looked inside. At least a dozen candles were gently flickering on the tops
of the dresser, nightstand, and Justin's desk. Soft music was coming from
one corner. The linen on the bed had been turned back, and it was covered
in soft pillows.

Jeremy smiled, "If I'd have known you had this in mind, I'd have left the
meeting early."

Justin put his finger to Jeremy's lips, in a "shush, be quiet," kind of
motion. Then he slowly started to undress his boyfriend. Justin's fingers
gently opened the buttons on Jeremy's shirt, while he gave him a long and
lingering kiss. Jeremy kicked off his shoes as Justin carefully worked to
undo his buckle, belt, jeans, and finally his boxers. Jeremy softly touched
Justin's front, lightly rubbed his crotch, and then reached back to feel
his butt as they held another long kiss. Then he returned the favor of a
moment before, and undressed his lover, just as tenderly as Justin had done
to him.

They lay on Justin's bed, kissing, touching, and gently feeling every inch
of each other.

"You're all bruised up," Justin whispered with concern, lightly running his
finger tips over Jeremy's back.

"Took a couple of hard tackles."

Justin had Jeremy lie face down. Getting on his knees, Justin straddled his
waist.

"Want me to rub those sore muscles?" Justin offered.

"Yeah, that would be great."

Justin reached for some scented oil and lovingly spread it over Jeremy's
back. He then deeply massaged the muscles of each shoulder, his arms, and
then his tight waist.

"Oh, that feels so nice," Jeremy whispered as Justin continued to tend to
him.

Justin scooted back a bit further and sat on Jeremy's legs. This allowed
him access to the seventeen year old's firm, solid ass. Justin kneaded each
globe slowly, one at a time, and occasionally let his little finger slide
along the crack between them.

"You were amazing on the field tonight," Justin whispered.

"Thanks." Jeremy moaned softly as the massage went from gentle, to sensual,
and then to erotic. "I'll give you a week to stop that," Jeremy chuckled,
his face comfortably nestled in the pillows.

Justin continued his erotic play. "Did I ever tell you, you have a hot
ass?" he giggled as he squeezed Jeremy's left cheek.

"No," Jeremy sighed softly. "So hot you want to fuck it?" he giggled.

Justin tenderly rubbed his hands over Jeremy for another minute. "Maybe, he
said quietly.

"Would you if I wanted you to?"

"Yeah," Justin whispered.

"Do it then."

"Do what?"

"Fuck me."

Justin paused, Jeremy looked back over his shoulder and their eyes met.

"Its ok, I was just tested," Jeremy whispered, "So if you're clean then..."

"You're the only guy I've been with...like that,"

Jeremy gave Justin a reassuring smile, the message was clear, he wanted him
to go ahead.

Justin smiled back, reached for the oil again, and lubed up his cock. He
lightly touched Jeremy's ass cheeks, drawing tiny circles on each with oil.

Jeremy felt Justin crawl onto his back, the weight of the younger boy
comfortably settling into the center.

"That feels great," Jeremy whispered.

Justin snuggled his face into the space between Jeremy's shoulder and head,
and tenderly kissed him on the neck. "I love you," he whispered in Jeremy's
ear.

Sliding his hips forward a couple of inches, his cock burrowed into the
crease of Jeremy's ass. Jeremy didn't say a word; he just made the faintest
whimper of pleasure.

Justin kissed Jeremy's neck again, and this time moved his hips so Jeremy
could feel his cock tenderly coming to rest against his hole.

Jeremy snuggled further into the pillows. Justin kissed him once more on
the neck, and eased his cock deeper. There was enough oil on Justin's dick
that this time when he pushed, his head made an easy entry.

"Oh, fuck," Justin whimpered as he gently penetrated Jeremy's tight ring,
and sank into his boyfriend's rear end.

"Your cock feels so nice in there," Jeremy sighed softly, raising his ass
up a little, wanting more.

Justin pulled back slightly, and slowly pushed his shaft deeper into
Jeremy's warm tunnel. The smell of the scented oil and the burning candles
combined to form an almost intoxicating aroma. The soft flicker of candle
light, the slow thrusts of gentle love making were creating a magical
moment.

"I love you so much," Justin whispered.

Jeremy loved the feeling of having Justin's cock in his rear end. He
especially liked the way he was making exquisite love to his ass with long
deep thrusts. Jeremy could feel him exploring every inch of his insides
with the tip of his dick, moving from one corner of his guts to another.

"More like that," Jeremy moaned as Justin found a particularly pleasurable
spot.

They both apparently wanted to make this last, and last it did. Jeremy was
amazed at how long Justin managed to fuck without cumming. But then, the
motion changed, and Jeremy assumed Justin was getting close, and couldn't
hold back much longer. He felt Justin increase the speed of his thrusts,
and, as he glanced back, he saw Justin raise himself up onto his hands as
he pounded harder and harder.

"Yeah, show me what you got," Jeremy grunted, urging Justin to fuck him
harder.

"Damn," Justin panted, "Your ass feels so good, I want to put my whole
fucking dick in there."

The teens adjusted to each other's movements and became almost one in their
obsession with reaching orgasm. Justin's cock plunged deep into his lover's
ass again and again. It was as if he was determined to unload his balls as
far as he could up Jeremy's butt.

"Fuck it harder," Jeremy grunted, lifting his butt up from the bed,
screwing it back against Justin's crotch. "Give it to me hard!" He moaned,
craving more cock in his ass.

He felt Justin pound forcefully into him again and again, the tempo
increasing with every thrust. He wanted Justin inside him, he wanted all of
him there.

"I'm cumming," Justin finally grunted.

Jeremy felt the dick in his ass jerk and spasm. He imagined the contents of
Justin's nuts flooding his insides, coating the soft tissues of his ass
with a layer of white cream.

"Oh Yeah," Justin moaned, drawing his cock out and then sliding it back in
again and again. "Feels so good," he whimpered, shuddering with the
intensity of his climax.

Jeremy moaned softly as his lover enjoyed his orgasm. He smiled as Justin
finally lay back down, exhausted on his back.

"That was awesome," Justin whispered.

Jeremy felt Justin's dick slowly return to normal and slip from his ass.

They lay like that for several long minutes, and then Justin rolled off
Jeremy and lay on his side facing him. They kissed softly and tenderly.

"Did you get off? Justin asked gently.

"No, not yet."

"Want me to suck you off?" Justin giggled, as he reached for and stroked
Jeremy's still hard cock.

"In a minute," Jeremy said tenderly, content for the moment. He just wanted
to be close to Justin and enjoy the intimacy of being naked with him.

"Thanks," Justin said quietly as they touched noses.

"For what?"

"For being my boyfriend," Justin whispered.

Jeremy didn't have a response. He reached over, wrapped his arms around
Justin and held him close. Justin reached for him, and as they kissed, he
slowly jerked him.

Long tender moments later, Jeremy moaned softly, his essence flowing out
between them. The boys gently rubbed their dicks together, Jeremy's creamy
white gift naturally mixing with the sweat in their pubic hair.

Minutes passed.

"I love you too," Jeremy finally said softly as he gave Justin a tender
squeeze.

Justin's eyes grew wet. He cried softly, secure in Jeremy's arms.

After a bit, Justin sniffed, "You know we're both going to need a shower
now." He chuckled.

"Yeah. Or we could wait and see what else happens," Jeremy said lazily,
slowly stroking himself.

They both smiled.

* * * *

I knew Trevor had every right to be angry with me for cheating on him with
Danny. The football game was awesome, but I wasn't sure how the evening was
going to end. Trevor said he had told Momma he wouldn't be home after the
game, so I assumed one way or another, he was planning that we would work
things out.

Once in my apartment, we tossed our jackets on the sofa and then stood
awkwardly in the living room, looking at one another. The silence was
killing me. He gave me a steady gaze, almost as if he was waiting for me to
make the first move.

"I've gotta pee," Trev said, finally breaking eye contact, and abruptly
heading to the bathroom.

I kicked off my shoes, and lay down on the bed with my head propped up with
pillows.

I heard the sound of the toilet flushing and Trevor slowly walked back.

Our eyes met, and I knew this was the moment.

"I'm sorry," I said softly, "I don't know what else I can say."

Trevor was quiet for a moment as if considering his words. Then, he bent
down and pulled off his shoes, crawled onto the bed and leaned in for a
kiss. It was tentative, as if neither one of us knew what we wanted.

Trevor pulled back and without a word started to undo my pants. Once they
were open, he pulled them down passed my knees with a rough tug. It was as
if he was just doing a job that needed doing. There wasn't any tenderness
to his actions. He looked at me with a strange business like attitude,
pulled my boxers down, and then stroked my cock until I was hard.

"Where's your lube?" He said without emotion.

I nodded toward the night stand. He got up, unbuckled his pants, and pulled
them off, kicking them toward the end of the bed. His boxers were next, and
I noticed he wasn't hard. He found the lube and squirted some on his
fingers, reached back and lubed his hole, then my dick. He barely looked at
me.

Without a word, he crawled on to the bed, tossed a leg over my crotch and
slowly sat down on my dick.

I felt my cock slip past Trevor's ass ring, then slide easily deep into
him. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the feeling of being with him once again
after so long.

After a couple of thrusts, I looked up to see that Trev was riding up and
down on my cock with his eyes closed. He was mechanically fucking himself
on my dick without the slightest hint of enjoyment. I reached up to hold
him by the waist, but he didn't acknowledge what I was doing. We fucked
like that in silence, without emotion, Trevor seemed to be using my cock as
his personal dildo. It was one of the strangest experiences I had ever had.

My breathing grew more ragged as Trev continued to slam himself up and down
on my dick. He grunted a few times as he hit bottom. I watched as he
reached for himself and started to stroke his cock with a steady rhythm. He
grew hard, and he leaned forward, pushing his ass back toward my feet. I
moved my legs so my cock was at the right angle to stay in his hole. He
pumped back onto it, seemingly in his own world.

Just as I felt myself starting to reach the end, Trevor pulled off me. He
scrambled off the bed and stood next to the headboard, jerking his cock
with his right hand. With his left, he reached for the back of my head and
forced me to turn toward him.

After seven or eight fast strokes, he thrust his crotch toward me as
several hot blasts of cum spat out the end of his dick. Instinctively I
closed my eyes as he squirted, unloading string after string of jizz
directly into my face. The long spurts of thick cream landed everywhere,
making a greasy mess of me from my chin to my forehead. He held my head
firmly in front of his dick as I struggled to turn away, but apparently he
was determined to pump his entire load there. Finally the assault ended.

I opened my eyes just as my brother opened his. He looked down at me. I was
stunned with how he had just used me. I was hurt, and filled with
conflicting emotions. This was the person I most loved in the world, and it
felt as if he had just treated me like a whore.

"Why?" I asked, choking back tears.

"You know why," Trev whispered, tears appearing in his eyes as well.

"Trevor?" I asked, not sure if this was his way of saying it was all over
between us.

We looked at each other and both started to cry.

"I'm so, so sorry." I whispered.

Trev slowly crawled back onto the bed and then curled up into a ball,
facing away from me. I heard his soft sobs as we lay inches but yet miles
apart.

At some point we fell asleep.

* * * *

The next day when we awoke I hoped that like a gentle rain washes away the
dirt of winter, the past would have been washed away, but there was still
distance between us.

Over breakfast we agreed we needed to talk things through, so we took a
long drive in the country.

We talked, cried, kissed and cried some more, but finally worked things
out. We both knew it was going to take time, but the worst was over.

It was noon before I dropped him off back home. I hoped Momma wasn't going
to be pissed.

Trev slowly got out of the truck and then turned back to me. "I have
something for you," he said gently.

"What?"

"Here," he said, handing me a small box wrapped in white paper.

Our eyes met. It felt as if Trevor was coming back to me. I opened the
box. Inside, sitting on a soft blanket of pure white cotton, was a gold
chain and a small medallion. I picked it up, turned it over, and saw both
our initials. The letters were touching ever so slightly as if they were in
a gentle kiss.

"I have one just like it," He said softly. I saved my lawn mowing money all
summer so I could buy them.

"Oh my God, it's perfect," I said turning it over in my fingers. It was
then and there that I realized just how badly I had hurt my brother. He
probably had been planning on giving me this for weeks.

"Can you ever forgive me?" I whispered, my eyes clouding over.

"Already done," he said with a sad smile. I was almost in tears when he
headed for the house. Halfway there, he stopped and turned back, and gave
me a sweet little smile and a wave goodbye.

I squeezed the medallion tightly in my hand. "Trevor, I don't deserve you,"
I whispered to myself.

* * * *


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