Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2011 14:30:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon D Subject: After the Kiss - 5 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination, not real life. It will include descriptions of sexual situations between young friends, but no real boy's were involved. If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then please stop reading Nifty and find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com After the Kiss Chapter 5 Dinner that evening in the Thompson house was more or less the same as always, but Jordan noted that Hunter seemed unusually quiet. The other thing Jordan noticed was that whenever he happened to look at his brother, Hunter would look away just like he did when he was little and he'd done something he knew he shouldn't. Jordan wondered if it was because of the jerk off session with BonerBoy13. Jordan went over the short list of Hunter's friends, but he couldn't think of any of them that might be Hunter's internet pal. Jordan was reaching for the milk when a thought hit him, "Devon?" It made some sense. Sure, they had only met recently, but Hunter certainly seemed to like him. The two had just spent two hours together at the mall, and a lot could happen in two hours. Then there was the fact they were swim partners. Hadn't Hunter said something about going to the park with Devon? "I'd bet almost anything that's who it is," Jordan thought. He filled his glass and took a sip. "Time for a little fun," he smiled. "How did things go with Devon today?" Jordan asked with a playful look. "Devon?" "You know, your swim partner?" Hunter squirmed at the sound of Devon's name. "You mean when we were at the mall?" With effort Jordan managed to keep the smirk off his face. "Yeah, I mean when you were at the mall." "Um, it went okay I guess." Hunter didn't look up from his food. "So, nothing exciting happened?" "Who's Devon?" their mother interrupted cheerily; their dad was still busy working on a slice of pot roast. "A new friend?" "Um, yeah, a kid I met at the pool." Hunter's face was turning pink. "Is he in your grade?" their mom continued. "He just moved here," Hunter answered, avoiding the question. "I bet he's going to be pretty popular," Jordan teased. "He looks a little bit like me." Hunter looked up and Jordan could see Hunter was worried about where this going. There was a pause; Jordan decided to change the subject. "Oh, I stopped by your room when I got home this afternoon. But you were taking a nap." Hunter looked up. "Why'd you do that?" he said softly. "Just thought you might want to shoot some hoops or something." Jordan knew his brother would now know something was up. They practically never shot hoops. Hunter was always embarrassed that he was much less athletic than his brother and would beg off. "Yeah, well anyway, you were taking a nap." Jordan knew his eyes must be twinkling. "Oh, and by the way, your room's getting to be a mess." "Huh?" Hunter now looked completely bewildered. "Yeah, leaving your underwear on the floor and stuff like that?" Jordan knew he shouldn't be teasing his brother like this, but couldn't stop. "I mean, its kind of nasty tossing a pair of dirty boxers under your computer," Jordan snickered. Hunter really squirmed this time and his ears flushed red. "Well, you'll clean things up, won't you, honey?" their mom asked. "Yeah," Hunter whispered uncomfortably, probably wishing his brother would mind his own business. * * * * Hunter excused himself from the table as soon as he could without raising suspicion. He was upset that Jordan had teased him in front of their parents, but was even more upset at the thought that his brother knew something about Devon. Or worse, knew what the two of them had done. "Crap," Hunter thought as he locked his bedroom door and climbed the ladder to his bed. He flopped down on his back and stared at the ceiling. He had been having so many feelings lately, it was all becoming too much. He had just barely accepted that he liked guys and not girls, then Devon had come along and "fuck he's cute." Now Jordan seemed to be figuring stuff out. Hunter was embarrassed at what he'd done that afternoon, jerking off wasn't so bad, but in front of Devon? But it had felt amazing and deep down he knew he wanted to do it again. "Too much all at once." Hunter didn't know if he could handle any more, he felt overwhelmed. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. Hunter's eyes slowly grew wet, and then he had to choke back a sob. Moments later, a tear rolled down his cheek. He wept softly for a bit and then rolled over onto his tummy, reached for his pillow and then really cried. * * * * Some time past, Hunter wasn't sure how long, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. There was a knock on his door. Hunter ignored it. A second knock followed shortly after the first. "Hunter, come on, open up." Jordan's voice was gentle. It was quiet for a few seconds, while Jordan waited for an answer. "I heard you crying," Jordan said softly. "Come on, bro, let me in." Hunter thought it over and then sat up. He wiped his eyes, slowly descended the ladder, went to the door, and unlocked it. But he didn't open it. Jordan turned the knob and peeked in. "Can I come in?" he whispered. Hunter sniffed, wiped at his eyes again, and walked back toward his bed. Jordan stepped in, closed the door and climbed up to sit on the side of the bed. "I'm sorry, I know I was being a jerk," Jordan sighed. "I shouldn't have teased you." He looked at his brother and reached for him. Hunter fell into his arms and Jordan pulled him close. They hugged for several minutes. Jordan had always watched out for Hunter. "That's what big brothers do." Hunter remembered him saying a long time ago. Hunter was glad his brother was holding him. Neither spoke. Then Jordan rubbed his back. "When I was your age, the guys on my pee wee hockey team used to tease me all the time. It was because I popped a boner in the shower. It just happened, you know? I didn't plan it." Hunter looked up. "They called me `Horn Dog' for almost a year after." "They did?" Hunter couldn't hold back a little giggle. "Yeah, if they tried that now I'd kick their asses." Jordan smiled. "Point is, guys can be mean and not even know it." Jordan's voice was soft. He pulled Hunter close again and hugged him tenderly. They sat for several minutes before Jordan eased Hunter back. "So, is Devon `BonerBoy13'? Jordan asked. Hunter's eyes went wide. "I saw the chat on your computer." Hunter was frightened. "Don't worry, I won't tell, I promise." Hunter wondered if he could trust his brother, but deep down he knew Jordan would never do anything to hurt him. "Silly name, huh?" Hunter whispered. Jordan smiled. "You're sure you won't tell?" Hunter asked. Jordan nodded. "Yeah, it was Devon." It was quiet for a minute. "Jordan? I'm so confused," Hunter finally managed, his voice halting and filled with emotion. The tears came back. "I don't know what to do." Jordan hugged him again. * * * * The deal was made. Jordan agreed to keep Hunter's secret about liking boys until he was ready to tell their parents, but only on one condition. Hunter had to promise to be totally honest with Jordan about what he was doing and with whom. Jordan said it was his job to make sure his little brother didn't get into trouble. Hunter reluctantly agreed. "I have to tell you everything?" Jordan smiled, "Yeah, but I don't need all the details." Knowing he finally had someone he could talk to was a great relief to Hunter. The brothers lay on the bed facing one another as Hunter asked question after question. "Why does my stomach hurt when I see him? Why do I always get a boner? How do I know if he really likes me? What if he doesn't? What should I say?" After going non-stop for half an hour Hunter finally ran out of questions. Jordan had answered each one. Jordan lightly ran his fingers through a lock of Hunter's hair. "So, how long have you been jerking off?" he asked softly. "The first time was just after Christmas," Hunter whispered. "It's fun isn't it?" Jordan smiled. Hunter nodded with a hint of a smile. "Was it wrong for me to do it with Devon?" Jordan thought a moment. "Nah, I don't think so, guys sometimes do stuff. I wouldn't worry about it." "I like him." A smile crept over Jordan's face. "You do?" Hunter gave him a look, "Yeah, a lot." "Like him as in you want to kiss him?" Hunter blushed. "Maybe." "It's usually the boy that kisses the girl," Jordan shrugged, "but I'm not sure who does what when it's two boys." Hunter thought a moment. "I think I'll wait for him to do something," Hunter whispered. "Want some advice?" Hunter looked up. "I'd give him a hint," Jordan suggested. "I bet he's probably wondering about stuff, too." Hunter's shyness peeked out, and the talk went on. * * * * There were some awkward moments in the pool locker room in the days following the boys' computer chat. Hunter couldn't bring himself to get naked in front of Devon, he had grown shy again. He wrapped a towel around his middle to cover things up. The two had chatted on-line a few more times, but again, Hunter had grown bashful and had turned down Devon's requests to "do it again." That didn't mean Hunter put the thought of jerking off out of his mind, it just meant he chose to do it when he was alone and not on-line with Devon. A few days later during a chat session Devon asked if he could have Hunter's phone number. "Why?" Hunter answered. Devon sent back, "Seriously? You want to know why?" he put up a laughing smiley face. Hunter sent, "Sorry, I'm kind of new to this." His smiley face was turning red. Devon called three days later. Right at the end he had asked if Hunter would like to go ice skating with him. Hockey was a big thing this far north, and indoor arenas were busy year round. "I'm really not very good," Hunter mumbled. "Worse than swimming?" Devon teased. Hunter laughed, "Yeah, actually I do skate worse than I swim." "But your brother is awesome at hockey." "I think Jordan got the jock stuff from dad...I got my stuff from mom." "I like your stuff," Devon said softly. * * * * Hunter's knees gave way when his ankles turned inward. Not intending it, he did an impression of a clown before landing on the seat of his pants for the third time that night. "You really suck!" Devon chuckled, helping Hunter to his feet. "Yeah, well, I bet I could cream you at algebra." Hunter smiled. Despite his performance on the ice Hunter thought the night was near perfect. Jordan had agreed to drive him to the arena so there'd be no chance that their mom or dad would catch on to what was happening. Devon had been waiting outside when they arrived and Jordan had quickly pulled away. Now it was time to leave, Hunter felt the night was ending way too soon. "I wish we could stay longer," Hunter said as he unlaced his right skate, and then struggled to get it off his foot. "Yeah, me, too." Hunter started on the other skate. Devon was seated next to him, bent over, and working on his own skates. "Um, would you like to come to my house sometime, you know, like a sleepover?" He didn't turn his head toward Hunter, just stared at the floor. Hunter stopped pulling on his laces. "What?" "I mean, if you don't want to, that's cool." "No, uh, I think it'd be fun." Devon quickly turned toward Hunter. "How about tomorrow?" he asked eagerly. Hunter felt his cock stir. "I'd have to ask my folks." "My mom already said `yes', tell them its okay with her." Hunter nodded, knowing his mom would still want to talk to Devon's mom before agreeing. * * * * "So, do we need to talk about anything?" Jordan asked as he drove Hunter over to Devon's house the next night. Hunter gave Jordan a nervous look, but shook his head `no.' "We still have a deal, right?" Hunter nodded. "Just checking," Jordan smiled. When they got to the house, Hunter climbed out of the truck. "Have fun," Jordan said tenderly. Hunter looked back. "I mean that," Jordan whispered with a playful and definitely mischievous grin. Hunter got the message, and giggled. Hunter was glad Devon met him at the door and he didn't have to ring the bell. Devon took Hunter's sleeping bag and backpack and tossed them on the floor before showing him the way to a room at the back of the house furnished like a den. Devon introduced Hunter to his mom. There was some small talk, and then the boys left. "It's just the two of us," Devon shrugged as Hunter grabbed his sleeping bag and Devon the pack. He then followed his friend up the stairs to his room. After video games, a DVD, and some snacks, the night had gotten late. The boys took turns in the bathroom. Hunter changed into some loose-fitting sleep pants and a beat-up college T-Shirt he had snuck out of his brother's closet. He brushed his teeth, dropped his toothbrush in a glass, and stepped toward the door. With a second thought he turned back around, lifted the seat on the toilet, pushed his sleepers down in front and took a pee. Back in the bedroom Hunter saw Devon had also put on sleep pants, and a plain white T. The boys rolled their sleeping bags out on the floor and, since it was warm, they didn't need to crawl inside. "Ready?" Devon asked, standing by the light switch. Hunter looked around to make sure his pillow was close. "Yeah, go ahead." Devon flipped the switch and the room went dark. With lights out, Devon tried to make his way over to Hunter. But he tripped over something and came crashing down. He landed sprawled over Hunter's middle. There were laughs, some playful pushing and shoving, and then a bit of wrestling. It wasn't a surprise that Hunter ended up flat on his back with Devon astride his chest. "You suck at wrestling, too," Devon chuckled. Hunter's breathing was a bit ragged, and his tummy went up and down because of the exertion. Devon rode up and down with it. Hunter laughed. Finally the two managed to settle down. Oddly, Devon didn't make any attempt to crawl off. The light from the street filtered through the window. As the boy's eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, they were able to see one another's face. Hunter looked up at the gorgeous boy perched on his stomach. Devon stared back; neither moved. "Give him a hint," Hunter remembered Jordan saying. Hunter hesitated, then, "Can I ask you something?" he whispered. Devon nodded slowly. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss a boy?" Devon looked down, but still didn't move. Hunter slid his hands up the sides of Devon's legs to about his waist and then back down again. He did that several times and then rested his hands near the curve of Devon's bottom. He hoped Devon would take the hint. Devon took in a raspy breath. They stared a moment and then Devon slowly slid down and lay on top of Hunter. They were now face to face and crotch to crotch. They never took their eyes off one another's as Devon settled himself. Hunter wrapped his arms around Devon and gave him a gentle hug. Devon responded by gently pushing his crotch against Hunter's. Hunter ran his hands over Devon's back, and once again Devon softly thrust his dick against hunter. Hunter's heart was pounding and his dick throbbed. His breath was growing shallower. Having his arms around Devon felt awesome, but he wanted more to happen. As they stared at one another, Devon's eyes seemed to ask, "Want to try it?" Without hearing the words, Hunter just knew Devon was asking if he could kiss him. Hunter ever so slightly nodded, `yes'. Devon leaned closer. Hunter did the same. Finally their lips touched. Their first kiss was tentative and not very exciting. When Devon pulled back, Hunter rubbed his back, silently encouraging him to try again. This time Hunter taught Devon what little he knew about kissing. Their second kiss was much better, and the one after that was better still. Within a few minutes Devon was urgently pushing his tongue into Hunter's mouth and Hunter was eagerly sucking on it. Then Hunter did the same to Devon. It seemed they couldn't get enough of each other. Devon was rubbing himself against Hunter with growing need. The boys made out for a few more fevered minutes, but the tension was becoming overwhelming. Devon pushed himself up until his chest was off Hunter's. He asked the same question he asked ever time the boys were chatting on line. "Wanna do it?" only this time his voice was pleading and urgent. The way he asked didn't leave any doubt, Devon definitely wanted to jerk off. This time Hunter wanted it too, he nodded `yes.' Devon scooted up and, in a hurried motion, pulled down his sleep pants and underwear. Hunter saw his ass first and then his cock. It was so hard it was tight against his belly. Hunter focused his eyes on Devon's penis and used his legs and shoulders to lift himself off the floor and pull his own pants and underwear down. His cock was just as hard as Devon's. Devon reached for Hunter's dick almost before Hunter knew what was happening. He gripped Hunter and exposed the skin on his cock head before going to work. "Do mine too," Devon urged. Hunter eagerly wrapped his hand around Devon's shaft. He briefly closed his eyes as the incredible feeling of touching another boy for the first time washed over him. He loved the feel of Devon's cock and he loved the feeling of being naked with him. "He's so fucking hard!" Hunter thought, his heart racing. It made his own cock swell even more. Devon was on his knees supporting himself with one hand while he stroked Hunter with the other. He pumped it slowly at first and then did more. Hunter tugged on Devon's pole, pulling it back toward him, he wanted it closer. Devon's stiff rod was begging for attention and Hunter was happy to give it. Both boys tried to match what the other was doing, first going slow and then picking up the pace. They were learning fast. "Play with my nuts!" Devon grunted with a thrust forward. Hunter did as he was told, then after a few minutes he returned to stroking his friend's penis. When he grew tired of that he returned to rolling Devon's balls around with his fingers. They were hanging low in a little hairless sack. "This is so fucking hot," Hunter thought as Devon gave him feelings he'd never had before. Hunter grunted each time Devon stroked him in just the right way. The pulling, pushing, grunting and groaning went on for just a few minutes. "Fuck," Devon eventually groaned and hurriedly lowered himself onto Hunter's chest. He wrapped his arms around Hunter and urgently pumped his cock against him; the actions needy and desperate. Hunter guessed that was what Devon would do if he was fucking. Hunter lay passively beneath Devon enjoying the feeling of his friend using him to get off. He wondered what would come next? He found out a few seconds later. Devon grunted one more time and emptied his balls. Three hot streams of cum shot out the end of the boy's cock. The stuff landed in streaks on Hunter's smooth stomach. It felt incredibly naughty to be the one that caused Devon to shoot. Devon squirmed and pumped a few more times. Then he stopped. He pushed the head of his dick through a puddle of cum and spread it around. He closed his eyes, no doubt savoring the moment. Then a few seconds later, he opened them. He looked at Hunter and smiled. "Shit, that was fucking amazing." Hunter smiled back. The two grinned at what they had just done. "Did you cum?" Devon asked, his eyes twinkling. "Nah, not yet." Devon carefully crawled off Hunter's chest and tenderly reached for the boy's cock. "How's this?" Devon asked as he slowly rubbed the thing with a twisting motion. He looked up seeking Hunter's approval. "A little faster," Hunter blushed. He moved his butt to get the angle just right and then closed his eyes. Hunter felt strange. Partly it was because another boy's hand was on his cock. He wasn't the one masturbating, but he decided he liked that. He also decided that he liked the feeling that Devon was now in charge. If Devon wanted to see him cum, he'd be more than happy to do it. In fact he'd do whatever Devon wanted. Hunter spread his legs and lifted his rear end and pushed his cock through Devon's tightly clenched hand. He liked the feel of that so did it again. Hunter grunted, pushed, and grunted again. Devon stroked him with one hand and then used the other on his nuts. It was incredible. "Yeah, that's it, do it," Devon encouraged softly as Hunter moved in and out of his friend's hand. "Yeah, fuck it," he whispered. Hunter let his mind go to all those nasty places, the places he'd seen on the internet. One picture in particular came to mind—a slim dark-haired boy had another boy's cock in his mouth. The other boy seemed to be pumping it in and out. Hunter felt his dick swell, he knew he was getting close. "Ugh, oh, fuck, here it comes!" he groaned and pushed straight up. Hunter felt four long streams of cum travel from someplace deep within him and blast out the end of his dick. "Fuck, fuck," he grunted as Devon milked his cock, and Hunter thrust up as hard as he could. Finally the last squirt left him. Devon slowed, stroked him a bit longer and then stopped completely. Hunter opened his eyes and the two stared at each other. Hunter didn't have the words yet, but he knew what they had just done together was incredibly special. "You felt it too, didn't you?" Devon finally whispered and smiled. "Yeah," Hunter said softly. He wondered if there would ever be another time in his life when he would feel this good. * * * * Comments? Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon.