Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2011 23:14:53 +1100 From: JJ Subject: Daniel and the Doodle 5 *Written by JJ & Co. Enjoy, and feedback = love* As we were both on Sam's bed, locked lips, it was slightly hard to take my shirt off, likewise for him. I had to momentarily break the kiss, but shortly after my shirt was over my head and I was back in the action. His lips delicately seemed to press against me as if nothing else in the world mattered. It was bliss. My tongue was shoving its way through his mouth, fighting with his and exploring the oral cavern. Grasping each other firmly by the head we kissed with a desperation, an urgency that came from a passion we had both suppressed and tried to control. Released now, it consumed us as if smouldering embers had suddenly burst into flames. Teeth clashed, tongues fought and our chins roughly caressed each other's cheek. It was like I was running out of control, cycling downhill with no brakes. His smell seemed to envelop me, his hair felt bristling soft under my fingers. I could hear him grunt as he devoured me, like some hungry beast satisfying a long suppressed hunger. I curled my tongue around the arch of his teeth, I probed into the recesses of his mouth, thrust deep and deeper until I could taste him and the taste was beyond description. Zeus in his heaven, tasted no sweeter nectar than I did then. Briefly I opened my eyes; his were tight clenched as if in serious concentration and his face was that of a new born babe suckling at his mothers breast. `I ain't making love at fucking all,' I thought. `This is fucking love.' In my head it was LOVE in big, bright neon lights. The hardness of his body pressed into me. As we began frantically to explore each other, our limbs intertwined and interlocked. It was like we became one. The straining in my crotch began to discomfort me and I became well aware of the iron firmness that was Sam. As if some message had passed from brain to brain we broke away from one another and both reached for the other's belt. Our eyes met and we laughed then. Broad beaming smiles from our well kissed mouths and we giggled together like kids about to climb onto a merry-go-round. Which in a way we were, I guess. We stood then, each unbuckling, unbuttoning, undressing the other. In an instant he sprang me free of my boxers and I felt my cock leap and prance like some uncaged beast. I pulled his pants and boxers down, sank to my knees as I did so. There was resistance as his swollen cock entangled in the cloth. I glanced up to catch his eye. I know I leered with anticipation. He smiled, then winked, and then his bone jerked free, bobbing magnificent before my face. I grabbed it firmly around the pulsing shaft and pulled it to me. His sudden exhalation told me of his pleasure. I gripped him tighter, cupped his sagging boynuts in my other hand and gazed at the feast before me. Snakelike my tongue flicked over my lips, moistening them. The eye of his cock seemed to beckon and I obliged, licking across the slit, encircling it once, twice. `Oh fuck,' I thought, `I am tasting Sam, the real, basic, hidden Sam.' I opened and slid down the shaft, my lips enclosing as I went. It was as if I had done this all my life, as if I was born to suck cock. Maybe when you are in love you don't need lessons, you don't need a brain, you just do what your body tells you to do. And my body was screaming at me `suck his fucking cock'. He sighed somewhere above me. I knew then I was doing it right. Sliding upward on his boyrod, I used my tongue to tease the rim of his cockhead while my hand squeezed then wanked upon the anxious bone. He grasped me by the shoulders as if to steady himself. I looked up. His head was thrown back. He shouted out but not words, just sounds. And then he filled me, flooded my mouth with his ball-juice. I was taken by surprise, almost pulled off in shock, but the sweet and salty cum was too exquisite to my palate. It gathered in my mouth, filled me with new, undreamed of taste before it slid smooth and heavy down my throat. You think I'm exaggerating? Any guy thinks that way, well he ain't had good boy on boy sex yet. I guarantee. Good sex makes poets of us all. Yeah, okay, maybe bad poets but don't mean we don't go way over the moon. I knew I was in paradise because as I sucked at his dick, my own balls were churning round the love potion, pumping it hard. I had only to brush a finger across my cock and I shot, fucking reams of cum. I rose to cummy-kiss my best friend and our sticky cocks clashed. It was like they too wanted to embrace. We both looked down, saw them bounce off each other; it was as if these dicks of ours were separate beings and we grinned at each other. We crushed together then and tumbled onto the bed. I woke up at around 6pm, and realised I was not in my own bed. Then I smirked as I recalled the afternoons events. I turned over, and sure enough, Sam was still asleep naked. I lightly kissed him and he awoke, looking at me with his magnificent blue sparkling eyes. "Now that was HOT" I couldn't help but smile. We decided to get out of bed, get dressed and get ready for the party that Chris was having. I looked around for my pants, not actually finding them until realising Sam was lightly sniffing them behind my back, thinking I didn't see him. "Why are you smelling them if you've got the real stuff right here." I blurted out. "Because if I started sniffing you, I probably wouldn't stop!" "Fair argument..." We ended up getting in the car twenty minutes later, and by the time we pulled up outside Chris' house we both felt an ominous foreboding ahead...