Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 22:10:08 -0500
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Part 7 of     Chad and Jeremy's little bro

I had always liked Chad's friend Mike.  He was always a little gentler, a
little more attentive to me, and given to the affectionate side of
relationships.  He and his family were also much wealthier than mine.  I
didn't really notice when I was younger, I just thought his yard was
boring.  It had no old cars, or oil field clutter.  He did have a few other
houses.  I know he had one on the beach, that one they would end up all but
wrecking on his graduation party.  The family also had the one in the
mountains of New Mexico, good place for skiing and it was a little cooler
in the summer.  I got invited to go during the summer.  Mike's parents
didn't really pay attention to Mike's going on to think it was strange for
him to invite a kid 3 years his younger.  I just blended in with Chad and
Kelly.

We did the adult stuff for a while like going to the horse races, spending
most of our time at the video game room. We found the community pool and I
was back in my routine before long, spending most of my day at the pool.
We also got climbing all the trails up the mountains, hanging with the
other tourist kids at the DQ, and soaking in the hot tub on the back porch.
They said it had a beautiful view, I just saw a bunch of mountains and sky.
One day sticks in my memory, I had just gotten out of the hot tub with
Mike.

Chad and Kelly disappeared, chasing girls at the DQ.  Mike jumped in and
out of the shower to wash the hot tub water off and then he told me that
when I got out of the shower, he would show me something that felt really
good.  That got me excited just thinking what he meant by that.  I was
horny enough that I started to jack off.  I thought better of it and it was
probably the first shower in about 8 months that I hadn't jacked off.  It
did take forever for my boner to go down, I had stroked a few times and all
I could think of were things that Mike thought would feel good.  Mike kept
close by the bathroom, anxious for me to get out.  As I was drying off, he
told me to stay naked and come out.

Still holding a towel but nothing else on, I stepped out and watched Mike
as he eyed me up and down.  Since I could remember, Mike liked to look at
me, to sneak peeks up the legs of my shorts, to catch a glimpse as I stuff
my dick back in after a piss, to watch me change clothes.  Mike had seen me
completely naked several times, and even played with my dick and balls.
With that, Mike was pleased to be able to see me that way.  I could tell by
the boner showing in his white Fruit of the Looms.  Whiter than white,
elastic that still snapped back, no unintended holes, the underwear was
stretched tight by his boner.  I could feel my dick starting to harden,
with each beat of my heart, more blood pumped into it.

It was the day that I learned to love the word 'whispies'.  I was just at
that age that my pubes were growing but not yet a bush.  There were a few
dozen soft thin hairs sprouting above my dick.  They covered little fold of
baby fat. I was proud of them. I did like to feel them, I would sit and
watch TV with my hand in my pants, fingering the little whispies.  It was
as I was standing there for Mike to look on, that Mike called them
whispies.  He told me they looked good on me and that it meant I was really
growing up.  He asked if he could look closer, he seemed to always ask
before he did something with me.  I always let him anytime he asked.  And I
was so proud that some one noticed my pubes and that some one would want to
look at them.

If I wasn't all the way hard by that time, I was when Mike started to show
me what he thought would feel good.  He filled his hand with powder, just
plain old talcum powder, baby powder.  He moved his shaking hand toward my
balls, pausing just as the tip of my dick could feel the heat from his
hand.  He looked at me and asked if he could touch me.  I had sucked in a
breath and could only nod, anticipating the touch.  His fingertips touched
the bottom of my sack and it was like a bolt of lightning shot from my
balls to the rest of my body.  He curled his fingers, lifting my balls up,
sliding his hand under them, then cupping them in his powder filled palm.
Every nerve in my sack and dick was on high, snapping and popping with each
little movement as Mike powdered my balls.  His hand slid back between my
legs, pulling slowly and softly toward the front, more and more of my balls
were being covered the fresh smelling talc.

My balls were prime for the feel, they had been getting bigger in the last
few months.  They would actually swing when I walked around naked.  They
hadn't felt another hand in quite awhile, and I didn't realize how much I
yearned for that touch.  Mike kept working in the powder, rubbing so gently
but firmly.  He brought his hand up and pressed my dick to my belly, he
made a cup and sprinkled more powder covering my dick.  My body twitched as
he wrapped his hand around my dick to spread the powder.  I was in full
blown ecstacy, my head was thrown back, eyes closed, breathing coming in
gulps, and my legs were getting weak.

Mike asked if I liked it as he helped me fall onto his bed.  I just nodded
and asked him to keep going.  I was flat on my back and my hands were full
of sheets and mattress.  Mike added another load of powder and reapplied
over my balls and dick.  Making bigger swipes now that I was more
accessible.  And more powder was put on behind my balls, reaching my hole.
My legs were spread, knees bent, giving Mike access to my hole and he did
cover it with powder.  His soft hands plied the powder all around my hole,
covering it.  Mike's finger started to press into my hole.  I opened my
eyes and saw Mike was looking for my reaction.  I nodded a little, and his
finger went in just a little more.  He never went in deep, just enough over
and over to stiffen my dick to its all time max.

As Mike's hand played with my balls and hole, his body started to rub
against my dick.  I could feel his little nipples flick across the tip of
my dick.  With the powder it felt so smooth and silky.  He got into a
rhythm with his body on my dick, and matched it with his hand.  It wasn't
going to be long until I shot. I could feel that pressure, that cum
building feeling.

My hand felt his underwear rubbing.  I started to explore, trying to find
his dick.  Mike moved around until I could feel his dick right in my hand.
He pushed in and out, humping my hand and he was playing with my balls.
Mike asked me if I would put powder on him, I was so anxious to do it that
his underwear was off in a second.  His dick bouncing with new found
freedom.  With powder loaded in my hands, I treated him to a massage that
had him biting his lip and pressing his head into my shoulder.

The smooth clean skin on his dick and balls was a new and wonderful feel.
It felt squeaky clean.  We smelled so clean.  I could run my fingers around
his dick, feeling the ridge between his shaft and head. His sack felt like
velvet.  I thought I could really feel his balls in his sack.  We stayed on
the bed, face to face, with our hands all over each others balls, dick, and
hole for a long time.  I was actually begging to cum, I wanted him to jack
me.  I had never played this long without cuming and I was so ready.

Mike started a good jacking stroke, he took my hand in his other hand and
began to stroke his dick at the same time.  It wasn't but a few strokes and
I was arching my back to keep from cuming but then exploded.  Several hot
wet shots flew into the air.  Mike kept stroking both of us, my dick was
getting so sensitive from cuming as he shot himself.  I could feel his hot
cum land on me, one on the belly and one on my leg.

We laid on the bed, hearts beating hard and fast, trying to catch our
breaths.  I was close to recovering and drifting near sleep when I felt
Mike's hand move over and start to play with my whispies.  I lifted my head
to watch but laid it back down and just enjoyed the feeling.  It was a very
gentle and loving touch. I turned my head to face him.  My face was right
in his. Without a word, without a nod, without hesitation, our lips joined.
A warm sensual kiss went on for minutes.  Tongues started twisting
together.  Our faces were pressed together.  He kissed my neck, moved to my
chest and returned to my lips.  My lips found his neck and I tasted the
powder once again.

Mike lifted his leg and melded it with mine.  We stayed locked that way,
boners rising once again and feeling the soft skin of that teen boy.  I
felt every heart beat, my hands moved along his back.  We pulled each other
tight.  We kissed, hugged, rubbed, and got as close as we could.

The front door opening shut down our love making.  We scrambled to find
clothes and to clean up.  The last thing we did when we left the room was
to smile at each other and give each other's hand a big loving squeeze.


If people like this and want to me to keep telling about Mike and me at his
vacation house, email me at sbc_tek@hotmail.com The order of events seemed
to change, at lot more kissing and such preceded most all activity for
later events.  I've gotten a lot of great comments from great people
already, thanks.