Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2008 10:45:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Cole Saarinen Subject: "Second Best," part 3 (gay/young-friends) SECOND BEST Part 3 of 3 by Cole Saarinen ~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: Don't make me say it. Get out of here if you're not supposed to be reading this. SORRY: That it's been so long since the last update. I've just been so lazy lately! But I'm out of school for the summer now and I'll be taking the time the concentrate on my writing, so keep watching for new stories. ~~~~~ "It's totally sick, I know," Bailey said. We were at my house now, sitting on the couch in front of the TV on mute. We were holding hands and rubbing our bare feet together. "It is kinda sick I guess," I said, "but it's so totally hot." Bailey snorted a laugh, and I kissed the faint spatter of freckles on his nose. "How long have you been doing stuff with him?" He rolled his head on his shoulders. "I guess about two and a half months ago I taught him how to jack off. I was just... so horny, you know, and so curious. I needed it so bad. And Skyler was... there, he was available and he was willing and he was easy. I felt so guilty about it at first, because he's my *brother*, you know, and he's only nine, he's just a little kid. But... he loved it, it made him so happy. We're so much closer now than we've ever been before." "Yeah," I said. I was getting hard just listening to my boyfriend talk about how he introduced his little brother to sex. "So we did that for a while... mostly I'd let him slip into bed with me and rub up against me till he got off, and I'd do the same to him. But he'd always beg me to jack him." "Then what?" Bailey burped a little. "I was real curious to know what it was like to get my dick sucked. Took like two hours to coax him into it that first time... he was so bad at it, too much teeth and not enough tongue. So I taught him how to suck me and I taught myself how to suck him. He loved sucking me right off the bat, but he really, really hated my cum at first. Took him a while to get used to it. Now he's just in love with the stuff, obviously." My cock was fully hard now. Bailey noticed, and he rested his hand in my lap, rubbing the bulge softly and slowly. "Anyway, after Mikey's party I thought I mighta had a chance with Hayden, so I kinda lost interest in Skyler. I started thinking, you know, he's my brother, this is so wrong, it's incest, it's like the most absolutely forbidden thing. But he's so horny all the damn time. You know little kids, dry orgasms or whatever, they don't have to rest. They can do it like ten times in a row. And he's so sweet, and he's just so cute when he's begging for sex, it's impossible to say no to him." I laughed, and I unbuttoned my shorts to let Bailey slip his hand inside my underwear. His hand wrapped around my cock, which was leaking precum, and he started to slowly jack me off. "And now I got you," Bailey said, turning to me. He pushed his bare chest against mine and we fell back, laying halfway on the couch, Bailey on top of me, our bare feet still rubbing together on the floor, his hand rubbing my dick under my clothes. He kissed me tenderly and wormed his tongue into my mouth. It was only Sunday evening, Bailey and I hadn't even been boyfriends for twenty-four hours, and I'd already lost track of how many orgasms we'd given each other, with our hands, with our mouths, with our bodies. We'd even had a three-way with his little brother, and I learned that I loved sucking Skyler's tiny hairless boy-dick until his whole body quivered in dry orgasm. I was thirteen years old and I'd had sex with a willing and eager little boy, it was so kinky and perverse, and I was loving it so much. And as much fun as it was, I just absolutely could not get enough of Bailey! My orgasm hit fast and without warning. If I hadn't been so spaced out I could have warned him, but now I'd creamed my pants, and when Bailey pulled his hand out of my shorts I saw that it was covered with the clear sticky mess. He held his hand up to his face and started to lick the stuff off (God, there's nothing in the world quite as sexy as your boyfriend licking your cum off his fingers), and I came up to lick my own milk off the other side of his hand. Our tongues curled at each other as they slipped between his fingers. "So hot," I said, kissing him hard, "but now I gotta change. Be right back!" I darted into my room. As I dropped my messed shorts and briefs to the floor, I remembered that they were actually Bailey's, and I started to get turned on again. I went to my bathroom to wash the cooling cum off my dick and balls and out of my pubes, and then I went back into my room to put on some clean boxers and shorts. Then I went back out to the game room and laid down on top of Bailey, and we resumed lovingly making out. "You're so fucking hot," I murmured into his mouth. "*You're* fucking hot," he murmured back, and then he squeezed my body and we pushed our tongues as deep into each other's mouths as we could. "So what about you?" he asked as we returned to a sitting position. "You ever done stuff with anyone before?" "Yeah," I said, "Austin." "*Besides* Mikey's party," he said. "Besides Mikey's party?... Well, yeah. My best friend and I... we started having sex when we were ten." "Ten years old!" he said, amazed. "No shit!" "Seriously," I said. "We did everything, we jacked and humped and sucked, and we... we fucked each other... a lot." "Oh man," Bailey said. "Who was it?" "Well," I said slowly, "you remember Eliot, who moved away at the end of sixth grade...?" His eyes went wide and a grin crept across his face. "No way, dude." I nodded, smiling a thin-lipped smile. "Yep. Me and Eliot, we messed around for two years." Bailey laughed out loud. "No WAY! That is *insane*!" "It was a lot of fun," I said, caressing Bailey's arm. "I miss him a lot. But now I've got you." We smiled at each other and kissed tenderly. "Actually," he said softly, "you and Eliot together... that's actually really hot." I giggled, and Bailey dragged me off the couch and into my bedroom. We collapsed on my bed making out, and our shorts were off before we knew what was happening. I laid him on his back, and I immediately went to the place I wanted to go. I pushed his knees up to his chest and then I buried my face in his butt, my tongue licking and prodding hungrily--desperately--at his hot, tight hole, so tangy and salty and delicious. I was trying hard but futilely to get my tongue inside him. Bailey moaned with ecstasy, and I felt his fingers running through my hair. I ate him out like it was my last meal, and all poor Bailey could do was make high-pitched pleading noises like, "Hn... Hnnn... Nnn!... Ungh, omigosh, Cole, right there..." I reached over to my nightstand, and I rummaged in the drawer for the little bottle of KY that I sometimes used to masturbate and finger myself. I smeared the slick stuff copiously all over my cock, then I smeared it onto Bailey's hole. My middle finger slipped inside him easily, and Bailey writhed and panted. I sidled up below him, lifting his legs and setting them on my shoulders. I pulled my foreskin back all the way and touched the sensitive head of my cock to his hot, tight hole. I pushed softly and felt the pucker give way a little bit. Bailey gasped and groaned, "omigod Coooole..." "I'm gonna fuck you, Bailey," I said softly but seriously. "It's gonna hurt at first. If you can't take it anymore just tell me to stop." "Do itttt," he groaned. I took a deep breath and slowly moved my hips, and I felt my iron-hard cock slowly slipping, quarter-inch by quarter-inch, into the tightest, warmest, moistest, smoothest place it had ever been before. Bailey winced and moaned in pain as I stretched him open, but instead of telling me to stop, he reached his hands around and kneaded my buttocks, guiding me further, pulling me deeper inside him. In no time at all I was in to the hilt, my hips pressing against his buttocks, my soft pubic hairs tickling the sensitive nerves my tongue had been stimulating only moments earlier. My head swam when I realized that I was really inside him. I held myself steady for a little while to let Bailey's hole get used to my presence, as well as because if I so much as twitched inside him I would orgasm instantly. So I waited until the urge to cum subsided, then I slid out until his tight muscle constricted the ridge under my head, and then I slowly slid back in all the way. From the way Bailey's body was writhing and the way he was breathing and the high-pitched noises he was making, I thought he might die of sheer physical ecstasy. Once again I pulled until I was almost out, then pushed until I felt his tight balls pressing against the skin of my groin. "Oh my GOD," Bailey slurred, "Cole, this is--this is--" He moaned loudly as I thrusted into him again, this time a little faster and a little harder. I leaned down to his face, and when he saw me coming he strained his neck, reaching with his lips to meet my own. They pushed together hard, and when his tongue thrusted into my mouth at the same time my cock thrusted into his hole, it was the best kiss we'd ever shared. We made out so passionately, our soft tender lips grappling at each other around our swirling tongues. Between Bailey's godlike kissing and my cock sliding in and out of him faster and faster, harder and harder, I knew I was about to come, even after only a minute or two. So I controlled my movements and went back to thrusting very slowly and gently, and the slower and gentler I went, the more Bailey thrusted his ass back at me and kissed me deeper, silently begging me to fuck him harder. Within seconds I couldn't take it anymore. I bucked hard, my hips slapping against his buttocks, and Bailey moaned as my cock reamed in and out of him, and then I exploded. I came so hard I couldn't help but cry out, and the feelings were so intense that I couldn't bear to move my cock inside him more than a few millimeters with each pulse. Bailey was squeezing my butt, holding me inside him, and I was holding on to his hips for dear life as I rode out my orgasm. After what seemed like an eternity I stopped squirting, and I slowly slipped out of him and then collapsed back on the bed. Bailey crawled up next to me and his lips touched mine, so I held his head and we made out lovingly for a long time until there was a knock on my door. Bailey jumped, but I knew the door was locked. "Cole?" my mom said. "Bailey's dad is here to pick him up." Bailey and I looked at each other sadly and sighed. "Okay," I said after a few seconds. We got dressed, and I walked him to the front door. I looked into the living room to make sure my mom wasn't looking, and then I squeezed Bailey in a tight hug. I felt his arms snaking around my back, and we held each other for a long time. It was agony when he finally pulled away. "Call me tomorrow after school," he said, and then he leaned in for one last tender kiss. And then he was out the door and in his dad's car and on his way home, and I was alone. I traipsed sadly up the stairs, into my room, and sat at my desk to do my homework. I opened up my math book, and I just stared blankly at the page for ten minutes. 3x plus 7 equals who gives a fuck. 4x plus 11 equals Bailey. He was all I could think about. The phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID, saw it said HAWKINS, and I picked up immediately. "Hi," I said. There was a pause, then Bailey's soft voice floated across the line: "I love you, Cole." I smiled a huge smile to myself, and I said, "I love you too." And right then I felt an incredible warm fuzzy tingly feeling that started deep in my chest and radiated out through my body, through my limbs, and into my fingers and toes. It was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever experienced in my life. And that's how I fell in love with my boyfriend.