Date: Tue, 31 May 2005 13:54:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: my good friends boy (part 31)

Following my middle of the night tryst with Jason, I had apparently crashed
in a serious manner. I slowly opened my eyes to a sunlit bedroom, and an
empty bed. Focusing on the bedside clock, I was shocked to realize that it
was almost 9:00 am. Realizing that the boys were no doubt starving by now,
I rolled out of bed, and hurried through my morning routine. Arriving in
the living room, I stopped short, and smiled. The two teen cuties were
sprawled on the floor, sofa cushions propping their bare backs, the throw
quilt covering their lower halves. They were snuggled closely and were
giving rapt attention to some inane MTV type show on the television. I slid
onto the sofa behind them, and said, "Good morning, dudes!" They nodded and
mumbled a half hearted response, not willing to divide their attentions
from the TV show. I leaned in closer, and sniffed deeply, my olfactory
senses delighting in that very special scent that typifies fresh from sleep
teen boys. "You guys hungry, by any chance?" I asked, which worked better
than my hello in cracking their concentration, and they responded in
unison, "YES!" I reached out and ruffled both their soft hair, chuckled,
and headed for the kitchen.

I set the table, and poured glasses full of fresh OJ, before starting some
bacon on the stove. I whipped up a batch of my famous pancake batter, and
set the large griddle on a burner to warm up. Grabbing the OJ glasses, I
walked back into the living room to provide the boys some liquid
nourishment, hoping to tide them over while I cooked. As I entered the
room, I stopped so suddenly that I damn near slopped OJ all over the
carpet! The throw blanket had been kicked away, and there were the two
hotties, gloriously naked and hard as nails! Each had his fist wrapped
around the boy nail of the other, idly stroking, as they continued to watch
the TV show. God, I thought, few sights in the world can equal this one! I
stood quietly loving the small tableau they were providing, adjusting my
own rapidly inflating meat inside my boxers. I quietly slid onto the sofa
behind them, and offered the glasses of OJ, saying, "If your...uh...too busy
for this, I'll understand." Jason never flinched, lost between his precious
TV show, and the delightful feelings that his friend was producing in his
rampant young cock. Tommy glanced at me, then grinned that perfect impish
smile, and snatched a glass from my hand, saying, "Oh cool....sweet...this is
gonna be great!" Quickly bringing the full glass down to Jason's lap level,
he promptly dunked his buddy's hard cock into the glass of sweet juice,
then lowered his blond head, and promptly sucked in Jason's orange-flavored
cock! Jason yelped loudly, and giggled, his hands tangling in Tommy's soft
hair, and guiding his skilled mouth up and down his boned cock. "yea,
Dude!" Jason chirped, "Suck it...and...in a minute, ya can have a orange
smoothie!!"

I laughed at that comment, and watched closely as Tommy slurped his young
friend, pausing a couple of times to again immerse the throbbing tool in
the fresh OJ before resuming his deft blowjob. In no time, Jason was
grunting and drooling, his slim hips gently thrusting upward into Tommy's
mouth. "Oh man...yea...get ready, Dude....orange smootie coming up...!"
Tommy grunted, and increased his pace a bit, set the glass down, and
reached between Jason's wide spread legs to cup his tight balls.
"AGgggg....Ohhhh.....dang.......yea....!" Wailed Jason, and I watched his
hips rise up off the carpet, his hands grabbing at Tommy's hair as he drove
his spitting cock into his friends mouth, and exploded. Tommy grunted as
his mouth quickly flooded with Jason's erupting boy honey, and I could see
him gulping rapidly to keep up with the jetting flow, until Jason emptied,
and settled back onto the cushions. Tommy slipped the shrinking meat from
his lips, and sat up, loudly smacking his cummy lips, and giggling,
"Awesome....that's, like, the best smoothie I ever had!!" We all cracked up
at that, and I got up, headed back into the kitchen, shaking my head in
wonder.

The boys tore into my special pancake and bacon breakfast like it was the
first food they had seen in several months, and I wondered at the ability
of young boys to ingest calories in the thousands, and still tip the scale
at barely 100 pounds! I picked at my own plate, more interested in the
flavorful coffee in my mug, and just enjoyed the shear enthusiasm of my two
waifs! The repast complete, Jason headed off to brush his teeth, and
shower, while Tommy helped clean up the kitchen. He looked so damn cute,
and sexy, as he moved about the kitchen, his snug little buns so temptingly
displayed, along with his cute cock and balls swinging with his movements.
Watching the boy, I decided that the very first thing I was going to do
after winning the lottery was buy a private island in a tropical clime, and
stock it fully with naked young boys, just for me!

The kitchen chores complete, Tommy and I returned to the sofa, and he
snuggled against me. He was stretched out along the sofa, his blonde head
cradled on my thigh, and I softly stroked his back as he watched TV. I
continued to stroke the satin softness of his back, letting my hand drift
lower and lower, until I was kneading those delicious mounds of boy butt
that I found so irresistible. Tommy made small purring sounds as I fondled
him, scooting his knees up some to provide me even better access to his
cute butt. "That's nice, Rob....feels really good...!" He said softly, and I
teased a finger into his snug cleft, working downward to graze his small
wrinkle. He jumped slightly as I made contact with his ring, then sighed
deeply, and pushed his butt back at my probing digit. I prodded his
treasure a while, then, gently lifted him, and slipped out from under him
to stand. I turned him onto his back, and he smiled, and spread his smooth
legs widely. I smiled back, then scooted onto my tummy between his wide
spread legs, my tongue lapping at the insides of his creamy thighs. He
moaned softly as I worked my tongue up his thighs to their juncture, then
lapped gently at his snug little scrotum. He groaned louder then, and I
captured the hairless bag in my mouth, sucking it, and pushing the small
orbs around with my tongue. "OHhhhh....YEA...!" He uttered, and I took each
ball in turn, sucking it, and tugging it gently with my lips. "Sweet....oh
man...yea...suck my balls...oh yea...!" he chanted.

I moved between those precious sperm makers for a long time, completely
drenching the wrinkled nut bag with my saliva, while Tommy continued to
groan and thrust at me. I released his balls, and probed my tongue tip into
the rigid span of flesh behind his balls, flicking him there, and working
toward his center. My tongue slid across his tiny pucker, and I tasted the
acrid flavor of him there, and felt the tiny ring of muscle that guards his
most secret of places. He spread his legs even wider, and I brought a hand
down, my fingers separating the snug cleft, and exposing his treasure. I
dove in then, my tongue lapping at his hole, then rolled it, and pressed
against his resistance, entering, and driving an inch or so inside him. He
groaned loudly, and his fingers tugged at my hair, as I continued to tongue
his eager boy pussy, drooling copious amounts of my saliva into him,
soaking him with natural lubrication, deftly preparing him for my cock.

As I worked in and out of him, and around the exterior of his entrance, I
sensed his pucker relaxing, and opening, and I applied one last generous
dollop of spit to his wrinkle. Pulling back, I lifted his slim legs and
bent them back toward him, and gasped, as his pink orifice peeked into
view, flexing slightly, and shiny with my saliva. Grabbing the pounding
shaft of my cock, I brought it down and aligned the bulbous head with that
delicious pink wrinkle, then slowly added pressure until I popped past his
muscle, and slipped a good two inches inside his warm, smooth
tunnel. "AGggggg....shit...!" He sang, and I watched his pretty face, first
grimace, then melt, and turn to a sweet smile, as his eyes closed, and he
hissed through a large exhale, "UMMmm....yea....ohhhh....fuck...yea!! I
continued a steady, slow impalement of the snug tunnel, gritting my own
teeth against the incredible urge to just explode, and instantly paint his
rectum with my load, until I bottomed out inside the boy, my pubes covering
his tight scrotum. I paused, then withdrew part way, reveling in the
sensation of Tommy flexing his anal muscle, gripping even tighter at my
invading weapon.

Another small pause, then steady thrust inward, then out, pause, back
in. Over and over, gaining some speed as he grunted, and rocked that cute
butt on the sofa, loudly puffing out air as I slid into him, and sucking
deep breaths as I withdrew. He was chanting incoherently as I pumped him,
and his rock hard cock was drooling steadily, the shiny juices sliding down
his shaft to coat his small balls, and my cock, where it joined with his
snug boy pussy. Between us, we sounded like two geriatric lung patients, as
we fucked, sweat dripping from my forehead onto his chest, and his eyes
tightly closed, the small pink tip of his tongue stuck out between his soft
lips. "Oh Tommy...shit....so damn good...tight...hot....baby boy...!" I growled,
and felt my nuts lurch, sending me over the top, my cumm ripping the length
of my swollen cock, and blasting from the gaping slit, pumping rope after
rope of my cumm into the heaving boy, seemingly unending, until I thought
my balls would fly from the end of my jerking cock!

As I pumped my copious seed into him, his own cock throbbed against his
groin, a strong burst of his nectar erupting, and sliming over his
tummy. He thrust his butt high off the sofa once more, and clamped his
tight ring on my spent cock, milking my very last from my shrinking
shaft. He collapsed then, sagging back onto the sofa, gasping, his eyes
going open, and that smile spreading across that lush mouth. I grinned down
at him, and he said, "Damn, Dude....what was in those pancakes, anyway??" I
cracked up, and my shriveled dick slipped out of his stretched pussy, as I
stretched out beside him, holding him tightly against me. "Actually," I
answered, "I'm thinking it was probably the orange smoothie!" Tommy giggled
loudly, and gently bit my nipple, replying, "yea, huh....prolly that was
it!"

(To Be Continued)
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