Date: Wed, 29 Apr 2020 23:47:43 +0100
From: AP Webb <pjalexander1753@gmail.com>
Subject: D'n'M Part 2 Chapter 18

This is the second part of the story of Dan Reed and Milo de Beer -- D'n'M.
As before, it includes scenes of sex between teenage boys.  However, sex is
not the main driver of this story and often there is none at all.

All the characters and events in the story are fictitious.  Any resemblance
to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.

The story is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any way without the
express permission of the author who can be contacted at
pjalexander1753@gmail.com

D'n'M Part2

Frome Chapter 17:

Once again Milo was left open-mouthed by the vision before him.  Tom's body
was a model of youthful masculinity.  Chest, torso, arm and leg muscles
were perfectly balanced and proportionate.  Yes, there was strength and
power but there was also grace and refinement.  No one part outshone any
other, there was nothing but the reality of potential realised.  Tom was
awesome.  Milo was awestruck.

**********

Chapter 18:

"D asleep?"  Tom's question was brief and to the point.

"Yeah.  He's flat out and dead to the world.  That's got to be good for him
and it gives us a chance to ..."

Before Milo could finish his reply Tom had closed the gap between them and
laid a finger across the younger boy's lips.

"Shhh.  D's not going anywhere and there'll be plenty of time later to work
out how to help him.  For now, I've got another idea."  With that, Tom
moved his finger away from Milo's lips and lowered his hand to cup his,
Milo's, junk.  There was a sharp intake of breath.

"Mmmm.  Nice."  Tom clearly approved of what his hand had found.

"W... what are you doing?" asked an amazed Milo.

"Let's just call this my thanks to you for being such an amazing friend to
my little brother.  And let's face it, you've been imagining something like
this for a long, long time."  Which was true.  "So here's your chance to
turn imagination into reality."  Tom slightly tightened his hold on Milo's
balls.

Milo tensed, the attention to his balls being somewhere between pain and
pleasure.  "Are you sure?  I mean ..."

"Yeah, I'm sure.  Listen, this won't be the first time I've messed around
with another guy, and I don't just mean that one time with D.  At our age
sex is sex is sex.  Whether it's with a girl or another guy, it's something
to enjoy, no matter who it's with.  So let's just do that -- enjoy."  Tom
began to gently massage Milo's rapidly stiffening dick.  "Feel free to
touch anything and anywhere you want."

"You mean ...?"  Tom nodded.  "Craaap!"

Milo's mind, both halves united for once, went into overdrive.  It hoped
that what was happening was real, but even if it wasn't, it was the best
dream it had ever had.  Milo lifted his hands and placed them on Tom's
solid chest.

"Good start," sighed Tom.  "My nipples like to be stroked," he murmured.
Milo stroked.  Tom's nipples hardened.  "That's good.  Perfect."

With this encouragement Milo's mind instructed his hands to take a trip
around Tom's upper body.  First they set off northwards to massage the
shoulders and biceps, enjoying the strength and power built up there
through Tom's ambition to swim for his country.  Turning south they briefly
returned to the beautifully-defined pecs, gently flicking the bullet-hard
nipples (once again eliciting murmurings of pleasure), before travelling
down, through the ridges of the rock-solid six-pack, to the neat innie
tummy button.  The small part of his mind that was still capable of
coherent thought was silently grateful to all the hours of tuition he had
received from the on-line gay porn sites he visited several times a week
(okay, most evenings) in the privacy of his room.  Judging from Tom's
reaction to what he was doing, he had been a good student.

Just how well he had absorbed those on-line lessons in giving another boy
sexual pleasure became clear when his hands made their next stop -- at
Tom's dick.  It was ramrod straight, quivering and already dripping
pre-cum.  Looking down Milo saw that the area above and around Tom's rod
was hairless and smooth, making the fully-inflated dick look even more
impressively long and thick.  The major vein running from top to bottom
pulsed with blood and the exposed glans glistened invitingly.  Milo grasped
the shaft and began to stroke up and down.  He couldn't believe he was
being allowed such intimate and unbelievably exciting contact with someone
he'd quietly hero-worshipped for years.  Tom really was the big brother he
wished he had.  Knowing he was giving his hero such pleasure (and every
quivering atom of Tom's body silently screamed out that he was doing
exactly that) was the biggest sexual thrill of Milo's life, bigger even
than his encounter with Tye at AR Sports, and infinitely better than his
eminently forgettable experiences with his cousin Zephan.

Milo's mind was just about to send an instruction to his knees telling them
to bend in order to bring his face in line with Tom's tumescent
trigger-ready dick when he felt his T-shirt being pulled up and over his
head (what happened to it after that he had no idea), quickly followed by
his cargo pants being yanked downwards, accompanied by his jockey shorts.
He kicked them away.  It was only now, when he was suddenly and
unexpectedly exposed that he realised just how excited he was in the dick
department.  Nearly five inches of uncut teenage boy dick pointed proudly
out from its nest of new-grown hair, its head a deep shade of crimson, the
accompanying balls primed and more than ready for action.  A pearl of
pre-cum balanced delicately at the tip.

"That, young Master de Beer, is a very beautiful dick."  Hadn't Tye said
something similar?  "There are some very lucky boys out there who are going
to have a lot of fun with it.  And I'm first in line!"

`Not quite,' thought Milo, `but pretty close.'  He opened his eyes (when
had he closed them?) to discover that Tom was no longer standing in front
of him.  Where he had gone was soon explained when Milo felt something wet
and sort of rough travelling up the underside of his dick.  He looked down
to see Tom on his knees, mouth open, tongue out, eyes looking upwards into
his own.

"Can I?" they asked.  Milo could only nod.  Could this really be happening?
Was he about to get his very first blow job?  Was it going to be given by
the outstanding Tom Reed?  Within seconds each of these questions was
answered in the affirmative.  He instinctively moved his feet apart to
allow his balls more room to swing free.

Milo lost count of the number of times Tom's tongue licked up the underside
of his dick, each time coming achingly close to the throbbing head before
journeying back down again.  This dick-tease was the closest to pleasurable
torture Milo had ever experienced, better, even, than the jerk-off edging
he had recently been experimenting with.  He whimpered his approval --
speech was definitely out of the question.  Three times pre-cum began to
drip down the shaft and three times Tom collected it on his tongue.
"Hmmm."

Milo was beginning to wonder if this unbelievable experience could get any
better when he got his answer, as Tom's tongue licked down to the
free-swinging balls and then took them, first one, then the other, into his
mouth.  At the same time Milo felt a finger being dragged along the magic
line between balls and butt hole.  Wow-zers!  It was like lighting the blue
touch paper as Milo was propelled into sexual orbit.  The continued
scraping of the finger backwards and forwards along his taint had Milo
writhing with sensation-overload.  Little did he know that Tom was merely
playing the overture and that the performance-proper was just about to
begin.

With each approach the gently-scraping finger came ever-closer to Milo's
hole, making it quiver with anticipation.  Meanwhile Tom carefully took his
mouth away from Milo's ball sack and, for what was destined to be the final
time, slid his tongue up the vibrating shaft.  Then, using the
non-taint-scraping hand, he pulled the purple dickhead towards him and
engulfed it in his open mouth, carefully clamping his lips around it. Being
a huge Nifty fan, Milo had read dozens of descriptions of first blow jobs
-- the warmth, the wetness, the suction -- but what he felt at that moment
showed up every one of those descriptions as wildly inadequate, in fact,
downright misleading.

In short, he was overwhelmed.  His knees began to bend and he instinctively
put his hands on Tom's shoulders for extra support. Every nerve ending in
his body seemed to have unilaterally decided to switch off and lend its
sensitivity to the head of his dick.  The combined effect of all that
receptivity was indescribable, especially when Tom began to swirl his
tongue around Milo's unskinned dickhead, first in one direction and then in
the other.  By now his whimpering had turned to a low moan, interspersed
with the type of language he had always steadfastly refused to use in the
past, whatever the provocation.

"Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!"  And all too soon, "I'm gonna cum.  I'm
gonna cum.  I'm gonna cuuuum!"  And cum he did, more explosions of cum than
he had ever produced before, aided and abetted by the finger which, at the
very moment of ejaculation, had been thrust up his butt hole.

"Fuuuuuck!!"  So that was sex.  Unbelievable.  Amazing.
Fan-fucking-tastic!

All too soon, seemingly within seconds, his dick head reached that peak of
post-orgasmic discomfort that every boy learns to recognise soon after
entering puberty and discovering the joys of jerking-off.  Milo carefully
withdrew his dick from the warm, wet cavern and glanced down to see his cum
dripping down Tom's chin.  Both boys were grinning.

"Way to go, champ," said Tom as he returned to standing, licking cum from
around his mouth.  "That was top class cumming and best quality cum."

"That was unbelievable.  Jerking-off never felt that good.  Thank you Tom.
You were amazing."  Milo was almost babbling in the after-glow of his first
ever blow-job.

"No worries, M.  Like I said, that was my way of saying thank you for
everything you've done for D.  I don't think he would have got through this
... this Roberts thing without you having his back."

"Oh crap! D.  I'd forgotten all about him.  What sort of friend am I, to
leave him alone when he's in such a state while I get blown?  Crap!"

"Calm down, M.  You said yourself, he's fast asleep.  And he knows where we
are."

But Milo was now racked with guilt for his behaviour over the preceding
half hour, getting sexually high and completely forgetting about D.  How
could he be so selfish?  Great friend he turned out to be.  His head became
a lighthouse, scanning the room in search of his clothes which had become
scattered around Tom's room.  He scrambled into them and made for the door.
As he opened it he turned back to Tom.  "Thanks," he said, with an almost
coy smile on his face.  "I'll never forget it.  But I've got to get back to
D."  With that he left the room (and Tom) and crossed back to Dan's
bedroom.

Dan was still asleep, but it was obviously not the peaceful and restorative
rest that he so desperately needed.  The bed covers were on the floor and
Dan himself was flailing about, twisting from side to side and muttering
incoherently in his sleep.  The skin of his face was almost grey and he was
drenched in sweat.  Milo ran across the room, calling out for Tom as he
moved.  He sat down on the edge of the bed and took hold of Dan's
shoulders, pinning him down and murmuring words of reassurance.  By the
time Tom arrived in the room, fully dressed, Dan was beginning to calm down
as his breathing returned to a normal rhythm and his arms subsided by his
sides.  Slowly his eyes opened and looked directly at Milo.  With a
trembling voice he said, "I just want to go to sleep and never wake up.
Why is that so hard?"

Milo lifted Dan's upper body into a sitting position and wrapped his arms
around the shell of his best friend.

"Don't give up D," he pleaded.  "We'll sort this, I promise.  Won't we Tom?
It's gonna be okay.  Truly it will.  You've gotta believe me."

If only, he thought, he was as confident as he sounded.

**********

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