Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2000 00:27:49 CDT From: Randy O'Brien Subject: Ice_Storm - Chapter 2 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. Ice Storm Chapter 2 "I've never seen a porno before," he said shyly. "Well, just pick one out of the stack, and slip it into the VCR," I said, remembering that I had placed a straight one on top, and alternated the rest, with an all male porno being next. Russ rolled over with his back to me, and grabbed the tape on top of the stack, removed it from the box, and started trying to get it in the VCR. He seemed to be having a bit of trouble getting it in the VCR, and said, "How does this thing go in there?" "Here, let me show you," I said, offering to show him. He didn't roll back onto his back as he felt me moving toward him, so I just slipped up behind him and reached over him to reach the VCR. As I did, I felt our bodies contact for the first time. As I slid up and touched his back with my chest, I heard him gasp, and then moan slightly, as my semi-erect dick rubbed up against his ass. As I finally got the tape in the VCR, I notice that he had lowered his arm, over mine, holding mine in place for a moment after it was absolutely necessary for us to be in this position, and trapping me with my rapidly hardening dick against his young ass. I didn't say anything since I would have to look past him to see the television. As I lowered my arm across his smooth chest, I felt him arch his back, and press his tight young ass against my now completely hard cock. Not knowing what he wanted me to do, I followed my instincts and press back, pushing my dick even harder against his soft ass, and slowly sliding my arm down his chest and brushing my fingertips lightly across his erect nipples. After holding him, he finally released my arm, and I slid backward, at least far enough for him to be able to roll back onto his back. As Russ rolled back over onto his back, I could see his hard dick sticking straight up, and making a tent of the comforter. I decided not to make any comment, and see if he mentioned what had just happened, and his obviously hard dick, even before we started the porno. Before the movie started, he turned and looked at me, and said, "Thanks for everything, the help with my music, letting me stay here tonight, and everything. You're so much nicer than most of the people at school." "Hey, that's what friends are for," I replied, noting the look on his face of feeling like he was intruding into my life. "I enjoyed helping you with your music, and you are welcome to come over any time you want, I don't have many friends, and the ones that I do have, hardly ever come over here, we mostly just see each other at school." As the opening screen of the movie came on, I reached up to the headboard and clicked off the lights. Hoping he would be more comfortable if he thought I wouldn't see the sheet moving up and down when he started jerking off, as I suspected he would when the action started. "That better?" I asked, "cuts down on the glare from the TV." "Yeah, thanks!" he replied, not even turning to look at me, but staring at the screen, as the first fuck scene came on. This was a fairly tame porno, it actually had a plot of sorts, albeit a very simple plot, and it was enjoyable whether you followed the course of the movie or not, which is very rare in cheap fuck flicks. As the movie progressed and they finally started fucking and sucking, I heard a slight gasp, as the girl suddenly took the guy's huge cock in her mouth. He had never seen anyone getting his dick sucked, and had no idea what really happened. "Wow! That looks like it would feel great," he commented as the guy on screen shot his wad all over the chick's face. "It does," I commented jokingly. "It feels so much better than jerking off." "Hey Randy, can I ask you something and you promise not to laugh?" he said seriously. Expecting him to ask me if I had ever had my dick sucked or had ever sucked anyone else's, I replied "of course, Russ. I promise not to laugh at anything you ask, and I will answer to the best of my ability." "I've heard some of the guys at school in the locker room joking about jerking off, what is it?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes. "Well, the proper name for it is masturbation, but it's called many things, jacking off, and jerking off being the two most common. It is when a person brings themselves to orgasm, like he just did, except by stroking their penis, usually with their hand or hands. Have you ever masturbated, Russ?" I asked him. "No, from the way the guys in gym class talk, it is the best thing in the world." "Well, not the best, but it certainly does feel good," I replied. "Will you show me how to do it?" he asked, now looking away from me, as if he was ashamed to have to ask. "If you want me to, I would be glad to show you how. Do you want to watch me, or do you want to jack off with me, or do you want me to jack you off?" I asked, expecting the former, but hoping for the latter. "Show me how first, then maybe I'll join you," he said. So I pushed back the sheet, to let him see my hard cock for the first time, even though he had felt it pressed against his soft ass earlier, when we were working on the VCR. "There really isn't much to jerking off," I said as I started stroking my dick. "You just hold it in your hand and rub the skin back and forth, until you cum. There are other things you can do, like play with your balls, or rub the head of your dick or the hair around it, that can make it feel better. But basically, you just stroke it like this until you have an orgasm and shoot your sperm out," I instructed him, as I continued to stroke my dick. "Is that what he did?" he asked, referring to the guy in the porno. "He had an orgasm, yeah, and shot his cum, that's a slang word for sperm, all over her face." "Do you think I could cum like that?" he asked. "My dick isn't nearly as big as his, or even yours," he said. "Probably, you can try if you want to," I said, hoping that he would push back the sheet and start playing with his dick. "You won't be mad if I make a mess?" he asked. "Of course not, I'm gonna make one pretty soon," I said, starting to breathe harder, and knowing I was getting close to shooting my wad. "I've got a couple of towels here that we can clean up with." As if he was only waiting for my permission to make a big mess, he immediately threw back the sheet, and started stroking on his dick. I slowed my stroking, to look over at his beautiful body. At only 5'2", he was about five inches shorter than I was, and perfectly proportioned. His dick was about four and a half inches, and still sticking straight up. As he wrapped his fingers around his dick, in imitation of the way I was stroking myself, I could tell that he had never even dreamed anything could feel this good. I had many surprises in store for him before morning. "Ohhhhhh," Russ moaned. I could tell that even though he hadn't stroked himself very much, that he was as close to orgasm as I was. He had his eyes closed, and was pounding as hard and as fast as he could. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," I exclaimed as I shot stream after stream of hot cum out of my throbbing cock, landing on my chest and stomach. I looked over, and Russ was amazed that I had just cum and as soon as my orgasm started to subside, I saw him shooting his first ever wad of boy cum. The look on his face was pure and absolute ecstasy, as he shot wad after wad of his hot cum onto his chest and stomach. "WOW!!!" he exclaimed. "I never imagined it would feel that good." "Here, you can clean yourself up with this," I said grabbing one of the folded hand towels I had brought from the bathroom, just for this occasion. As I handed him the towel, I let my hand brush across one of the larger pools of cum on his chest, and afterward I brought the hand to my mouth, and licked his cum from my fingers, hoping that he would be busy cleaning himself and not notice. "Did you just lick my cum off your fingers?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, somewhat embarrassed. "What did it taste like?" he asked, looking down at the pools of cum on his smooth body. "Sweet, and a little bit salty," I replied. "And wonderful." Needing no further prompting, he openly scooped some oh his cooling cum up on his index finger, and stuck it in his mouth, to suck it clean. "That's not as bad as I thought it would be," he commented, slowly withdrawing his finger from his mouth. "Can I taste yours too?" he asked, looking at the pools of cum still on my chest and stomach. "If you want," I replied eagerly, never having imagined he would want to taste mine to compare to his. He eagerly reached over and scooped up two fingers full of my cum, and stuck them in his mouth. "Wow, that tastes good" "Thanks, I've never had anybody tell me my cum tasted good before, yours was good too," I replied recalling the sweet taste of his first wad of cum. After we had each wiped the rest of our cum up with the hand towels, he looked at me with admiration in his eyes, and moved closer to me. As we came closer together, I stretched my arm out, and put it under his head, and let him lay his head on my shoulder. When he was comfortably laying next to me, with his head resting on my shoulder, and his leg draped over my legs, I slowly and softly ran my fingers through his soft boyish hair, and held him close to me. We lay there for about 15 minutes, before we heard dad drive up in the garage outside and cut off the engine of his Toyota Land Cruiser. Russ was startled by the sudden intrusion into our little private world, and was concerned that dad would be mad, because I had company, and hadn't asked, or even informed him that I would be having a sleep over guest tonight. "Relax, unless we tell him you are here, he probably wouldn't ever know, but I will go tell him and you can meet him. You will like him, he's cool with just about anything." "He won't care for us getting the porno's will he?" Russ asked apprehensively. "Naahhh, that's why he keeps em, so my friends and I can watch them, he doesn't ever hardly watch them, himself. Tell ya what, we'll grab some shorts, and go upstairs and meet him, and tell him you are staying for the night, OK?" I said, trying to relax him. "OK, if you are sure he won't be mad or anything," Russ said, slowly moving toward his side of the bed, and getting up. He reached for the jeans and T-shirt that he had left laying in the floor, and I said, "Don't worry about putting on those jeans, they don't fit you very well. Here, let me get you some shorts, I said, looking over at his beautiful smooth body. "Dad won't care what we have on, and it's plenty warm in here, now that we got the heater going again." I tossed him a pair of shorts out of my dresser, and grabbed another pair for myself. "These will probably be just a bit big on you, but you can tie them up, if you want to. "Thanks," he said, pulling the shorts on, and grabbing the T-shirt he had left laying on the bed when he had picked up the jeans. "OK, you ready to meet the old man?" I joked, pulling my T-shirt over my head. "I guess," he said, looking rather nervous. === To Be Continued (if you want) This is a story that I started a little over 4 years ago, I've got several chapters already written, and will be happy to post them, if it appears that some of you are enjoying the series. 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