Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2004 16:57:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Richardson Subject: In The Basement With Dan 3 Thanks again for all of the encouraging feedback that I received from the 1st and 2nd parts of this story... I really do encourage any feedback for Part 3 as well.. it really helps keep me motivated to continue writing... send to rneb49@yahoo.com as with the first 2 parts, This story true.... In the Basement with Dan Part 3 The only detail that I can remember relating to dinner that night, was Dan's mom using this thing called a `salad spinner' to dry out the lettuce for the salad... Talk about a random memory... Other than that, dinner was pretty uneventful... just Dan, Matt, Me, and their parents. I'm sure there was some meaningless conversation going on, but I was coming to realize that Dan and I really only had one thing in common -- and that was we loved to experiment with each other -- and I really wanted to ditch Matt and the parents and get back to the great experiment. As dinner was ending, Matt's mom said "Hey, I've got an idea... why don't the 3 of you sleep downstairs in the family room -- that way you can watch tv as late as you want without waking us up..." I thought to myself `what a fucking awful idea -- we can't fuck around with Matt on the next couch' I noticed Dan grimace slightly at the suggestion, but of course Matt was all for it. "We can put 2 of the sleeping bags on the couches, but one of us will have to sleep on the floor." said Matt. "I'll sleep on the floor" volunteered Dan. And in fact, we pretty much camped out in the living room for the rest of the evening watching tv. Dan arranged his sleeping bag on the floor so that it ran parallel to the couch that I was sleeping on. Matt's couch was on the other side of the room... this could work to our advantage if Matt was a sound sleeper. At some point after 11, with my hormones totally raging, I started to put on an act like I was tired...if I didn't get in Dan's pants soon, I was going to explode! Dan caught on pretty quickly, and told Matt that he was tired too.. so we shut off the lights and climbed in to the sleeping bags. After about 10 minutes, having not heard anything from Matt's side of the room, I slid my hand off the side of my couch and down towards Dan's sleeping bag... he hadn't bothered to zip it up. I never made eye contact with Dan, I just kept pretending that I was sleeping for Matt's benefit. Slowly my hand found Dan's waistband. I pressed my hand firmly against his stomach and slid it under his waistband. I slipped my thumb between the base of his cock and his stomach and gently squeezed his ball sack with the rest of my fingertips. His dick was responding to my caresses... that's really what I was doing... I wasn't trying to get Dan off, I was just enjoying the feeling of his warm boyhood. I remember the wiry feeling of his curly pubes against my thumb, and the feeling of his scrotum firming up against my fingers as he became aroused. It was a particular turn on for me because his brother was less than 10 feet away. I fondled him for a few minutes, focusing my attention on various parts of his splendor. I slid my hand off his shaft and down to his asshole... gently pressing my finger against his pucker... then I would wander all the way up to the tip of his cock and play gently with his slit and the small amounts of sticky pre-cum that was there... or run my fingers under the ridge of his glans. There was just so much to take in, and I was totally in to taking my time and not hurrying to make him cum. Eventually I removed my hand from Dan's sleeping bag -- I looked over at him, and he motioned me closer... I leaned down toward him to listen. His lips were actually touching the outer part of my ear as he whispered "We should go down to my basement so that we can fool around." His words tickled my earlobe in a wonderfully erotic way "That way we won't wake up Matt". I was getting goose bumps. I don't know if it was from feeling his breath and lips on my ear, or the anticipation of enjoying more of each other. We got up and left the living room, taking our sleeping bags with us toward the basement door (after all -- their basement was also unfinished, and neither of us thought a concrete floor would be a turn-on). We were about half way across the hall, when my left knee joint let out a pretty loud crack. It just did that sometimes -- don't know why... it didn't hurt, but as I mentioned in the last chapter the house was completely open, so it echoed back into the living room and woke up Matt! "Hey, where are you guys going?" Matt asked Now that I look back on it, I was really pretty quick on my feet when I needed to be."I was starting to get a back ache," I said, " It happens some times if I don't have enough support when I sleep.. Dan and I were going up to his room so I could sleep on his bed -- the mattress is a lot more firm than the sofa." As I was shoveling this load of complete bullshit to Matt, Dan was smoothly changing our trajectory from the basement door to the staircase. Matt was none the wiser. He seemed to buy the whole story. When we got into Dan's room, we locked the door. We left the lights off because we didn't want to clue in Dan's parents or Matt that we were still awake. "Don't worry," Dan whispered, "I have a flashlight up here somewhere" He stumbled over to his desk and retrieved a flashlight from his drawer. He turned the flashlight on and pointed it straight at the floor, "What would you like to do now?" he asked "Why don't you strip for me?" I asked in response. Dan handed me the flashlight and started to take off his clothes... One of the things that I liked about Dan was that he got straight to the point. In fact, the first thing he removed were his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock sprang up once it was liberated. I can still see it in my mind as though it were yesterday (and not 15 years ago). It was a thing of beauty. Not too big or small and perfectly shaped -- and that tuft of pubic hair above the base of his cock drove me wild every time I saw it. I swear my dick got so hard at the sight of it that I physically felt it ache from the strain of the muscles in my shaft. Dan slipped his shirt off over his head and was once again naked in front of me. I moved the flashlight from his penis to his face. "I'm going to give you the best massage of your life" I said to him. "Get out the oil and I can get started." In my mind I knew that I needed to explore every inch of this boy. My hormones were raging out of control inside me... I swear that I was in such a state that I literally could focus on nothing but touching his body all over. While I was waiting for Dan to get the oil, I stripped in the darkness unceremoniously... I couldn't keep my cock constricted any longer. Dan retrieved the oil, and handed me the bottle. I unscrewed the cap and told him to turn off the flashlight. There was a window in Dan's room and a little moonlight was shining in -- not much, but as my eyes adjusted, I could make out his form in the darkness. I decided I wanted him to stay standing up, for now. I spread some oil on my hands and rubbed them together, I kneeled down on the floor behind Dan. My nose couldn't have been more than a couple of inches from his ass, and I breathed in deeply through my nose. I was getting accustomed to his smells, on the verge of becoming addicted to them, actually. I marveled at how his musty scents were different from my own. I didn't want to get carried away too early, so I moved my head lower to the ground. I started with his ankles and calfs. I worked the muscles slowly and deliberately. Dan had started getting hair on his legs, and I enjoyed feeling my fingers slip past the oily strands. I sat down on the carpet behind him. I could feel the cool fibers tickling the bottom of my nut sack. But I was more focused on the faint outline of Dan's legs and bum. I reached up the back of his legs, continuing my massage upward and toward the outside of his hip with my right hand, and toward his inner thigh with my left... I gently brushed the underside of his sack with my fingertips. I could feel his cock twitch in response to my gentle touch. I worked my way up his other leg in much the same fashion... and then moved in for some stimulation. I placed a hand on each of his legs and proceeded upward along his inner thighs. Once I reached his asscheeks, I gently pried them open with my left hand, and with my right I began massaging his crack. I almost immediately focused on his asshole. I remembered earlier in the day how good it had felt when his dick passed over mine. Dan moaned slightly as I massaged his pucker. I gently pressed my oily index finger against it -- the muscle resisted me at first, but then Dan relaxed and I penetrated him. I didn't want to push in too much, because I really didn't know what the hell I was doing anyway -- and I didn't want to hurt him. I was in complete lust at the though of being inside of him -- of us actually being joined sexually even though it was only my finger. I continued to probe my finger in and out of his asshole, never going more than a quarter inch inside him. Dan continued to moan with each gentle thrust. After a few minutes, I wanted to move on to his prize. "Lay down on your back" I whispered to him. Before he complied, he took a couple of steps to the side and retrieved a dirt towel from a pile of laundry and spread it out on the floor -- I guess he didn't want to risk leaving an oil stain on his carpet. He laid down on his back, on top of the towel. It was harder to see Dan in the moonlight now that he was lying down... I felt around gently and came upon his right shoulder... I started working on his muscles with both of my hands... It was hard to keep my balance, so I slowly sat down on top of him, straddling him... our cocks weren't touching... I was actually sitting on his thighs... if I didn't have such a raging boner, the tip of my dick might have reached the bottom of his balls. I continued my caresses across his chest. I alternated from massaging his mucles with my hands to dragging my fingernails across his skin... Everytime I used my nails, Dan moaned slightly... It was agony for me to continue to massage his torso, when what I really wanted was just inches away from my throbbing sword... but I really didn't want to rush things and have the evening end too soon. I managed to continue avoiding his essence for another 5 minutes or so... and then I moved in for my reward. I closed my left hand around his shaft, and grabbed his ball sack with my right. I tugged slightly on his balls as I started the gentle strokes up and down his penis with my other hand. He reacted immediately... extending his arms and grabbing hold of the side of my ass with both hands. His legs pushed up against my naked bum, and what little hair there was on my balls stood on end as it brushed against the light hairs on his upper legs. I continued to work his unit methodically, gradually increasing the pace as he began to pant louder and louder. I let go of his balls with my right hand and slid my hand beneath them so I could massage the skin that extends between his sack and asshole... I rubbed it at the same pace that I was stroking him. I felt the intensity start to build from within him... first his hands started to go limp against my ass... and then they tightened forcefully... beneath the touch of my left hand I could feel spasms starting to build as his orgasm took hold of his body. He ejaculated four or five forceful streams of cum up into the air. The first volley of cum went high enough that I could actually see it catch the moonlight as it arced and fell back on him. It landed across his chest as his panting became more ragged. He was totally spent. I slowly climbed off of him and fumbled for his pile of dirty clothes to find something to wipe off the oil with... We were both covered in it. Once clean, I returned to Dan's side. He had cleaned himself off with the towel and was getting himself dressed again. Even though I was horny beyond belief, I was content that our sexual escapades for the night were over. I got myself dressed and we both headed to bed. He slept on the floor in his sleeping bag, and I slept in his bed. As I was drifting off to sleep, I buried my head in his pillow, and took deep breaths in through my nose. I was drinking in his scent, and focusing on tomorrow morning... and what erotic excitement that might bring. I'll stop there for now... as I've said before, the feedback that I receive really does keep me in the mood to continue the story... If your curious about any aspects of my past with Dan, please feel free to ask... rneb49@yahoo.com I don't quite know what to focus on for the next part of the story... in reality the next morning wasn't really that eventful... but we continued fooling around for a long time after this, so I'm trying to decide which part of the relationship to focus on next... Please don't be shy... let me know what you think. Of course I'm limited by the events that actually happened between us... I really don't want to cloud this true story with any fiction.