Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 01:59:13 +0800 From: YoDawgs Bl.net Subject: The Search For Conscience 4 During the night, Cody felt that it was quite hot, and had proceeded to remove his top as well, throwing it down beside Sean's shirt, before returning to snuggle up against the older boy, without a second thought. And that's when he actually had a good look at the slumbering youth beside him. He took in Sean's angular, serene face, and thought about how much it resembled Regina, rather than John, with the angular cheekbones and the round chin. His gaze shifted to Sean's shoulders and neck, where, in the semi-darkness, he recognized the same pattern of freckles, now appearing grey to him, as the cones in his eyes would not receive in that level of darkness, and glorified himself with the fact that the freckles rendered against the smooth, semi-tanned skin on the shoulders were... Dare he think it? Beautiful. He tried to resist, tried to desist, but curiosity and yearning took hold of his heart. He slowly reached out with his right hand, examining the fact that it was tingling with anticipation, and gently ran his fingers over Sean's neck and shoulders. Sean took an extremely deep breath, and Cody quickly withdrew his hand, as a natural reaction. He waited with bated breath, trying not to burst with his impatience. After a few seconds, he could take it no longer, and again, with both hands, gently massaged the neck and shoulders of the sleeping youth beside him. He ran his fingers over each individual freckle, admiring the manner in which it stood out from the skin beneath it, observing the different shade of colour and most of all, noticing how good Sean's skin felt against his trembling palms and fingers. He continued this activity for a couple of minutes, and noticed subtle changes in the sleeping pattern of the unconscious boy. For starters, Sean's monotonous quick breaths had now switched to deep breathing, and the rise and fall of the air was now more concentrated on his chest, rather than his stomach. Whenever Sean applied pressure with his thumbs to a specific area of the shoulders and neck, Sean let out a quick, contented sigh. At that very instant, Cody's thoughts were nothing, but how beautiful this boy beside him was, and how lucky his parents were, for producing such an excellent specimen. He let his gaze run over the entire torso of the sleeping boy, and was almost consumed with ... Love, if there ever was such a thing. Based on his observations, there was not a trace of obesity on the almost-perfect 12 (to his eyes) year old body beside him. Sean had a slender, washboard belly, which was covered in extremely fine brown hairs, product of his inheritance. There were no makings of muscular development, so all Cody could see was a smooth brown-tinged orange surface. Sean's belly button was "inny" style, with an outer rim. The skin of his side had no trace of fat, or "flab" at all, and proclaimed only a little bulge out of his waistband. Cody glanced down at his own body, shamefully aware that, in his opinion, he had none of the characteristics of Sean's. His own abdomen looked rather small compared to Sean's and his belly button was neither an outie nor an inny, instead being a hybrid between them. Cody could not resist his urge, and laid both hands on Sean's stomach, taking care not to wake him. His hands explored all over Sean's belly, his left index finger tracing the rim of the belly button and occasionally touching the little slit inside, where the umbilical cord was cut. He almost cried with passion and love for the boy next to him, and his eyes filled with tears, as he admired the beauty of the youth. He began to stroke the side of Sean's perfect belly, thumbs massaging the belly that he had just worshipped. However, he had forgotten the state that Sean was in. Sean suddenly held his breath as Cody's cold forearm pressed against his sides. He was gently passed from the transition from unconscious to conscious, and opened his brilliantly green eyes. Cody was surprised at the sudden silence, and was jerked from his stupor. He glanced at Sean's face, and was shocked to see Sean staring at him. He felt as though he was caught red-handed committing a crime, with his hands still caressing Sean's washboard belly. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I know this looks awfully suspicious, but I was just..." "It's alright" The older boy replied. "It felt so good that I had to wake up. Was it you massaging my shoulders as well?" Cody went red. "I'm sorry..." he managed to choke out, before starting to withdraw from Sean's presence and hopefully cower back to his own bunk. For the second time that night, Sean's hand reached out and grabbed his forearm, pulling him back to his former position, kneeling with thighs on either side of Sean's torso. "No, no. I told you it felt really really good. You don't have to leave because of that. I want you to do it some more to me. I may be able to get some good sleep finally, with your ... Ministrations" Sean giggled, his stomach contorting with the effort. "You sure?" Cody asked nervously. The older boy nodded, while placing Cody's hand on his stomach again and shutting his eyes. Cody once again, proceeded to gently massage Sean's belly with tenderness, and allowed his hands to stray up to the ribcage, gently pressing Sean's solar plexus/sternum in. "Ohh, that feels so good." The brown haired pre-teen sighed. "Could you keep doing this till I fall asleep?" He asked. "With pleasure" Cody started running his hands over Sean's shoulder blades again, massaging the pressure points and easing the tension. With gentle sighs and occasional groans as a pressure point was pressed inwards, Sean again started to drift off to slumberland. It was then, when Cody plucked up his strength and reached out with his left hand, towards Sean's half-developed chest. With trepidation, he gently caressed the upper part of Sean's chest, feeling the warm and firm muscle against his fingertips. A pleasurable thrill shot through him when he realized that the brown freckles that he loved so much were also scattered around Sean's chest, although much less in number. He began to rub his fingers up and down Sean's heaving chest, and very soon, his right hand drifted up to join the left hand in toying with the numerous russet-shaded blips, both hands nervously refraining from running over the moderately sized brown nipples that peaked each mound. Yet again, Cody looked down at his own chest, beholding in dismay that his chest did not possess the muscular form of Sean's. His own nipples were large for his age, with a diameter of nearly three centimeters, and almost-invisible with a tinge of pink. Sean, in the meantime, was entering a void of bliss, and ecstasy. He began to softly cry "Oh... Ah-haah... Ahh..." in rhythm with Cody's ministrations. He was yet again brought back to nearly full consciousness by this new sensation. Unlike when Cody had originally climbed into bed with him and merely laid his hand upon his chest, Cody was now tenderly massaging the muscular mounds of his half-developed chest. And the sensation that he felt was indescribable, not only because of the gentle touch of Cody's soft palms, but also because of the situation and setting of the scene. A thought flicked through his mind amidst those wonderful feelings, as he watched Cody's hands plucking and kneading his chest. A thought of passion, a thought of concern and most of all, an emotion of Love as well. However, he was painfully aware of another factor. Cody was deliberately avoiding from touching his nipples for reasons unknown to him. This, and the otherwise extremely wonderful feelings that he was experiencing attributed to making him fall into a frenzy of ecstasy. "Don't just make circles around them, touch them!!" He managed to gasp out, before starting to moan again. Immediately, he felt Cody's thumbs gently caressing his nipples. "AHH!! Oh god, that feels soo gooood" he almost screamed, the last few syllables distorted, as he sank back into the stupor of delight. His body involuntarily squirmed with each run-over of Cody's thumbs, and he took a deep breath each time the jolt of pleasure rushed through him. All this time, he was crying out with ecstasy and almost moaning with pleasure. Perspiration dotted his entire torso, and Cody could feel himself getting wet as a result. He continued pleasuring the older boy, whom he had now taken a great liking to.