Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2022 22:06:45 +0000
From: DCfield90 <DCfield90@protonmail.com>
Subject: Decent Progress Chapter 8

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Decent Progress Chapter 8

The moment happened so fast it could be measured in the beat of a
hummingbird's wings. And yet for Christian time stopped completely. Every
raindrop arrested its descent and each bird stopped its song. The only
motion was within the bubble that held Brody and him, and inside was the
sum total of the world. Two soft pink clouds encased his lips. All he could
see was a dark thin eyebrow arcing over a pale landscape, long black lashes
tipped with water fanning out underneath. As his mind caught up with what
was happening it ended, and Brody's lips released him with an almost
imperceptible parting squeeze, the boy stood before him again with his
hands still full of his raincoat. Christian struggled to comprehend the
last few seconds. It was like someone threw a hundred page list of
equations at him to be solved immediately and his head was full of his
pulse pounding.

"You okay?" Brody said quietly. His eyes were wider than Christian had ever
seen them.

"Yeah." It was all he could muster, with the typhoon of blood hammering his
head and filling it with a buzz like hornets.

"Was...THAT...okay?" Brody's eyes were threatening to engulf his
face. Their normally almond shape was expanding into saucers.

The gears in Christian's head were whirring as fast as possible, the
pistons ascending and descending frantically. It was a wonder steam or
smoke didn't billow from his ears as his brain burst its gaskets and boiled
its fluid. What the fuck had just happened? Brody kissed him. Why? Because
he liked him? That just couldn't be the case. It was too good to be true,
an illusion brought on by a desire that Christian hadn't realized was so
intensely burning within himself. Brody was a flamboyant, attention-seeking
libertine who was free and easy with his sexuality and his flirtation. He
toyed with people for his own amusement, he threw himself around to satisfy
the vicissitudes of his personality. But he'd insisted otherwise at the
beach and that he hadn't been with many people. And now he was standing
there looking more sincere and vulnerable than Christian could ever
believe. On the other hand the perennial alarm bell in Christian's head,
never too cobwebbed from disuse, warned him of deception and vagary. Brody
could be tricky even without realizing it, including to himself, and he was
given to flights of fancy. Surely they had passed the point of cruel jokes,
but what if his isolation was making him act out in a peculiar way? As
these thoughts whirlpooled impotently around Christian's mind, he found
words forming on his lips of their own accord, and for many years
afterward, he swore it was divine inspiration.

"Can you do it again?"

Instantly Brody's arms were around him and their mouths mashed together,
much more aggressively this time. Brody's lips caught and released his with
loud smacks, turning his head from side to side to attack Christian from
different angles. With every pillowy impact Christian felt himself losing
less control of his body as lightheadedness overcame him. Still not fully
grasping the situation and becoming less able with every second, he just
matched Brody's motions. Hot breath steamed into Christian's mouth in moist
gusts. His lips were softer than any silk, wet and sensual. Little grunts
emanated from Brody as he grew more insistent. Suddenly Christian felt
something wet and limber clamoring for entrance as Brody's mouth locked
over his. Parting his teeth, he felt the intruder slide in and begin
exploring, swirling away around its new home. The sensation of Brody's
tongue inside him was utterly overwhelming. He was actually IN him. A bit
of Brody was INSIDE of him! He felt his knees go weak and his
lightheadedness descend into full-blown momentary unconsciousness. Sensing
weakness, Brody expertly planted a leg behind one of Christians failing
knees and wrapped a strong arm around his waist, no interrupting the
tongue-dance for a moment. Christian steadied himself by throwing his arms
around Brody's neck and planting his own pink snake into the hot mouth
assaulting him.

"MMMMM", Brody moaned into Christian's mouth. He felt the moan vibrate
through his skull overjoyed that his assertiveness was appreciated. Their
tongues slid over each other in a whirlpool motion as they burrowed into
each other hungrily. Christian felt his cock seething in his saturated
pants and pressed his hips into Brody's. Instinctively the other boy
responded and he felt a mast of rock-hard flesh meet his own. As Brody
lapped at his lips and tightened his grip around his waist, Christian
humped desperately, trying to grind their tools together to match the clash
of their tongues. Suddenly Brody broke from him, causing him to look at him
confusedly. Had he changed his mind?

"Woah there Casanova," Brody said through deep breaths, his lips redder and
slightly swollen, "let's get inside before this goes further."

Christian smiled in eager relief as Brody grabbed his hand and led him to
the porch.

"Get all that off, we're soaked!"

Brody grinned mischievously as he yanked his hoodie and t-shirt over his
head with such force thy almost tore. Christian took a second to gaze
lustfully at his sculpted torso before he pulled his own shirt off,
struggling with the fabric made clingy by water weight. When his vision was
unobstructed, Christian found himself staring at a fully, day-he-was-born,
buck-naked Brody.

"Everything off. You don't wanna soak my carpet, do you?"

"Uhhh..."

Christian was transfixed, mouth open in drooling astonishment. It was
better than his wildest dreams. Seeing he was too stupefied to move Brody
seized Christians pants and violently shucked them down his legs with his
underwear along with them. Sliding the glass door open he hauled Christian
inside, stumbling over the jeans bunched at his ankles. Kicking himself
free he was snatched into Brody's arms again, their cocks and mouths
meeting simultaneously. If he thought he'd experienced ecstasy before, it
was nothing compared to this. How could anything be so soft and so hard at
the same time? He thought he might cum just feeling Brody's washboard
stomach expand against his own. He tried to widen his hips to accept more
of Brody's groin, crossing his leg over the other boys hip caress him. No
sooner he felt the cutting ridge of his obliques against the sensitive part
of his inner thigh than Brody dug his fingers into his hamstrings and
hoisted him up. Instinctively Christian wrapped his legs around his waist
as Brody pinned up roughly into the wall.

"OOOFF!" Christian grunted as a bit of air went out of him, but he was
delighted with the rough treatment. It was passionate and sexy, and he
curled an arm around Brody's neck and forced his tongue into his
saliva-covered mouth.

"mmm... You're so *smack* fucking *smack* hot" Brody moaned between sloppy
kisses. With his legs fastened tightly and sandwiched with so much pressure
his breath was limited (he didn't know how it was possible Brody was so
strong) Christian's cock, now slick with precum, was sliding over Brody's
abs with every short thrust of his hips. As he humped away Brody seized his
hair from behind and wrenched his head back.

"Oohhh...OOHH." Christian whimpered as Brody sucked on the tender skin of
his exposed throat. He had no clue this area was alive with nerves, and
Brody's tongue charted an electric path across it making Christian go
wild. Every time he sucked and licked Christian felt his cock grow warmer
and more keening as he frantically thrust it into Brody's stomach. His hips
pistoned in abbreviated pokes as he was sandwiched between Brody and the
wall. Christian's rapid little thrusts into his tummy aroused Brody even
more, and he worked his way up Christian's neck to sneak his tongue into an
ear.

"AAAAHH!" Christian gave a shuddering moan when Brody's lips and nose
mashed into the side of his head which was now full of the sloshing sound
of his tongue.

"You like that, baby?" Brody cooed into his ear, tightening his grip on his
buttocks and slicking his cock around the boy's taint. The greasy rod
rubbing his crevice like a stick starting a fire sent Christian right over
the edge.

"UUUGHH! OHHH! Broh-DEEE!"

He released his load onto the white washboard squeezing him into the
wall. As his cock disgorged its contents he pulled Brody with arms and legs
in a death grip as if trying to inject his essence right through his
skin. His toes were curled into balls behind Brody's back and his thighs
constricted like pythons. His head was feverish and lights flashed before
his eyes. Their skin was joined in sultry passion. Christian's burning,
pounding loins felt submerged into Brody's breadbasket and wished he could
simply sink into his hot white flesh, joining them together as one. As the
thunderous orgasm subsided his grip loosened. Brody was softly kissing his
ear and cheek and gently unwrapping his now limp legs.

"Damn you nearly crushed me there," Brody laughed breathlessly.

Christian's limbs were noodles and he sank to his knees to catch his
breath. Brody nearly pressed all the air from him as well. Never in any
jerk-off session had he cum like that. Restoring his senses he looked up
and almost instantly became horny again. Imposed above him like some Greek
marble statue, every bit as flawlessly proportioned, pale, and
powerful. Once again Brody appeared like an impossible vision who'd ridden
the moonbeams into his life. Christian's load was dribbling down the canals
formed by his abs and sweat ran down the V of his groin, adding to the
slime covering his yearning tool. Poor Brody hadn't gotten off himself and
his cock was stabbing rudely from his slim muscular body. Christian hadn't
gotten a good look at it before, as it quivered now directly in front of
his face, he observed its cherry-like tip, the graceful downward curve and
oozing slit. Like an animal testing an unknown substance for food, he
shuffled a bit closer and bumped it with his nose. It swayed and jumped in
response. Glancing up at Brody he was met with an encouraging and aroused
smile, so he gave the expectant organ a tentative lick. Brody gave a sharp
intake of breath, his jaw was slack and eyes glazed in lust. So Christian
fastened his lips over the head like a lollipop.

"Oh God. Chrissss yessss."

His hiss was like music to Christian's ears. He loved Brody's smooth
voice. He also loved the firm rubbery texture of his dick, and the pungent
odor of his groin which was just concentrated BRODY. There was so much life
and energy in it, a kind he never credited to his own package, and he
wanted to serve it devotedly. Despite his newfound hunger he worked
cautiously. He had never done this before and was operating purely off
instinct and online voyeurism. They called it a blowjob but it was really a
suckjob, wasn't it? His mind rewound to suctioning yogurt out of a tube as
a small child so he decided to try the same technique. He'd seen in some
porn that people move their head back and forth to encourage the cum flow
so he set to work with gusto.

"Fuck! FUCK! Keep going, just like that!"

Brody's head was thrown back and Christian could see his throat and jaw
moving in wordless pleasure. His head flopped forward as he started working
his hips a bit, fucking lightly into Christian's mouth. At every other
retraction towards the delicious knob, Christian paused for a split second
to give the piss-slit a lather with his tongue. He even tried a couple
times to dig a little ways past the tiny lips that guarded the canal,
slurping the knob like a baby with a pacifier. The obscene sounds drove
Brody wild.

"OOOOOO! Oh jesus Chris, OH! Where did you-Unnggh...."

"*SLURP* *SLURP* *SLURP*," was the only response he received.

Christian kept his eyes skyward to watch Brody's lovely face, overjoyed at
the reactions his treatment engendered, his expression flittering from
tense to stupefied slackness but all in the utmost pleasure. For his part,
Brody had to restrain himself from shoving fully down Christian's virgin
throat. The sight before him was just so beautiful. Christian's large hazel
eyes gazed up at him with the adoration of a choir boy on his knees before
the altar. In Brody's mind it wasn't an irreverent comparison; they both
gave worship in total innocence. Christian was eating his cock as if to
gain nourishment from it and soon Brody would provide. His ballsack
tightened and that indescribable falling sensation in his beneath his
bowels told him he was close. His cock was boiling in Christian's
sauna-like mouth and the boy was making evermore grotesque noises with his
new toy. FUCK this kid was amazing.

"Cuh-Chris, I'm gonna..."

Christian could tell by the swelling of the mushroom tip and the jittering
of Brody's thrusts. He had a split second to decide. If it was anyone else
there was no way he'd do it. Even for Brody it seemed too much. But just
like smelling a filet mignon wasn't satisfactory, Christian hungered for
more. He was so enraptured by Brody's singular smell that he craved the
full taste. Luckily enough the decision was made for him because Brody
seized the back of his blond head in a vicegrip as the boiling hot deluge
unleashed. Christian was surprised by the scalding heat and even more so by
the sensation. It was unlike anything he ever experienced.

"Chrisy, take it! Please take it! OOOHHH!"

Brody's cock was something ALIVE as it squirted wave after wave of cum down
his gullet. In an instant Christian's mouth was full of liquid Brody. He
tried to taste as he gulped but the geyser threatened to choke him. It had
the starchy musty funk of his own cum, but infused with...him. Just pure
distilled Brody. Christian swallowed every single blast, while Brody cooed
gratified words about how good he was and staggered back towards his bed,
completely spent. Christian's mind was clouded in a slutty needy haze and
he clambered after the retreating cock, taking it back in his mouth after
Brody collapsed legs dangling on the bed, and milking it dry.

"Ah! Too sensitive, bud."

Brody nudged him gently with his hand to back off. Christian laid his head
on Brody's thigh and consoled himself with softly kissing the withering
fruit he'd just sucked the juice from. As Brody recovered his breathing he
lifted his head to see Christian kneeling over his crotch.

"Meet a new friend?"

He smiled fondly. Reaching down he hooked Christian under the armpits and
pulled him up to lay next to him, grasping the back of his neck and pulling
him in for a kiss. It was languid and slow but full of passion. Not the
frenetic urge of a few minutes ago but the wholeness of their satisfaction
and deep contentedness with each other. Brody eventually left Christian's
mouth and systematically kissed every inch of his boy's face, causing him
to scrunch up his eyes and giggle ticklishly as Brody gave him his
tongue-bath. Finally Brody withdrew and they on their sides staring at one
another, smiling when the other one smiled. At last Brody broke the
comfortable silence.

"So."

"So." Christian repeated. "Was all that your plan?"

"The extent of my plan was kissing you." Brody lifted his hand to caress
Christian's cheek. "Couldn't plan beyond that. I'm glad you didn't punch
me."

Christian smirked. "Yeah, like you wouldn't a beaten the crap outta me if I
hit you."

Brody stroked his thumb against Christian's lower lip. "Never." He paused
and considered. "Ok well knowing me, MAYBE yes."

Christian giggled in triumph, playfully rolling on top of Brody who
instantly reversed their positions and pinned Christian with his
bodyweight. Quickly accepting his defeat, Christian sighed in ecstasy at
the full body contact, running his thighs up and down the sheer cliffs of
Brody's muscular sides and caressing his back. Brody reinserted his tongue
into its new home and they quietly smacked on each other's lips for several
minutes.

"So for real," Christian managed to say finally, prizing Brody's mouth off
his own, "You really like me?"

Brody rolled his eyes. "Naw, I utterly despise you." He leaned back down to
resume their kiss but Christian stopped him.

"Please be serious. Because I DO really like you, and..." He stopped for a
second and awkwardly looked to the side. Brody's gaze was boring into him
with its usual watchfulness while he'd just admitted his feelings. It felt
good, but it was also scary.

"...I just wanna know... what THIS is."

Brody's gaze lost some of its adoring softness.

"It's just us."

"What do you mean? That doesn't-"

"There's no need to play animal, vegetable or mineral with ourselves. Not
everything needs to be classified, man."

"It couldn't hurt to be on the same page."

"After what we just did, I think the point's settled."

Christian knew this wouldn't be easy.

"Ok but like... Can't I know what to expect? Was this a one-time thing?"

"No!" Brody hurriedly kissed Christian's nose and settled their foreheads
together. "No I want to do this over and over again, and more! I just..."
he caressed Christian's chest and throat with his finger, "...want it to be
natural, you know?"

Christian stared into his black pools of eyes. Truthfully, he didn't
know. He didn't see the problem with laying it out in plain terms, didn't
understand why attaching a label to something robbed it of meaning. In his
mind, giving something a name had a good purpose. It allowed free use of
things and concepts, it eliminated confusion by affixing a solid handle to
something otherwise foggy. But he didn't say that. He came at the truth by
another route.

"Can we keep being together, then?"

Brody grinned ear to ear displaying his even white teeth. He planted a loud
smack on Christian's lips. God, he would never tire of doing that.

"Of course. And especially if you keep sucking my cock like that."

Christian was thankful for his tan, because otherwise he blushed such a
furious shade of red that the freshest apple couldn't begin to compete. He
tried to look down but it was awkward given his reclining posture. Brody,
laughing, forced his chin upwards.

"Y'know you always color up like a schoolgirl and look at your feet when
you're embarrassed? It is seriously so fucking cute."

If Christian were a teapot, steam would come pouring out of his ears for
how hot his head was. Totally unused to this kind of attention he just
dissolved into giggles while Brody smothered him with kisses and made it
worse.

"Stop! I'm-AH! Ticklish!" Christian almost shrieked while Brody tortured
his ribs and nuzzled his neck.

"Really?! Let's test that."

Brody entwined his slim legs through Christian's in a grapevine and hugged
his neck into his chest with one arm while fluttering at his belly with the
other. Christian was squealing delightedly into Brody's pecs, both of them
in the height of merriment, when there was a knock on the door.

"Brody? What's going on in there?"

Brody slid a hand over Christian's mouth and they both froze. Answering in
as casual and amused a voice as possible,

"Just reading that book you gave me, it really is hilarious. Allen's short
stories are way better than his movies."

Christian had never felt more vulnerable in his life, nor more conscious of
being naked. Perhaps it was that very consciousness, as well as being
pinned under the firm body of his lover, that caused his cock to start
raging against Brody's thigh. He could feel Brody's heart beating rapidly
against his cheek, its tattoo matching the minute pulses of his cock.

"Glad you like it! Well, G'night and try to keep it down a bit more."

"Will do, Dad."

They listened keenly for the sound of footsteps over the carpet, but stayed
motionless for several moments. Finally they relaxed into each other with a
shared sigh.

"That was close," Brody muttered into Christian's ear, laying his head into
the crook of his neck.

"Is your door locked?"

"It doesn't lock," Brody said ruefully. Christian jerked his head in
amazement.

"Really!?"

"It's NUTS this house. The architect and designer must have been demented."

Christian laid back again in wonder.

"I guess Id've had to hide under the bed."

"On a related subject, how're you getting home?"

Too lost in orgasmic pleasure before now Christian hadn't contemplated the
issue. It would be a tedious walk back. Painful as separating from Brody
was, he needed to leave soon to beat his parents home. Though without the
bike it might be a moot point anyway. Finding the thing in the dark with a
flashlight painted a miserable picture and the thing seemed busted
anyway. Would it be too shitty to just leave it on the trail? It's not
anyone would miss its cobwebbed presence in the garage, and the Park
Rangers would just throw it on their four-wheeler and toss it in a
skip. His rebellious (and horny) side told him to spend the night here and
zip home in the morning.

"I think walking's the only option."

"Yes, but when?" Brody asked suggestively, giving Christian's trapezius
muscle a nibble. Christian grinned to himself, glad that Brody's mind
followed a similar track to his own.

"Weellll, we'd have to be quiet," replying in what he hoped was a seductive
voice, turning sideways to give Brody's crumpled ear a playful lick. He
grew used to their deformity after Brody sheared his hair. It didn't bother
Christian in the slightest, he only felt sad for Brody's sake that any
aspect of his beauty should be marred. Not that the world deserved to see
it.

Brody chuckled and rubbed his bristly head against Christian's cheek like a
bear.

"I think I've neglected you a little," He whispered in response, sinking
down to take a sunbrowned nipple into his mouth.

"Ahhhhh," Christian sighed, closing his eyes and automatically flexing his
still-hard dick into Brody's stomach. Brody flicked his tongue skillfully
over the small nub then moved to the other side, running his tongue in
circles and gently sucking the nipple adorning Christian's broad
pec. Christian was in perfect bliss petting the back of Brody's head while
he nursed. He was surprised when Brody snuffled deeper into his armpit and
took his whole lat muscle in his mouth before running his tongue under his
arm. In truth Brody loved this little region of Christian's body. He
admired it endlessly at the beach. A gymnasts lats were really something to
behold, so wide and powerful, and Christian's cut an elegant flare on his
solid little torso. Then he moved to his belly, kissing it, bathing it and
just resting his head against it, enjoying the mechanical rise and
fall. All the while he was aware of the ultimate prize beneath him, now
slicking itself up against his chest. It kept throbbing and twitching
impatiently, and he was certain Christian was consciously flexing it,
nudging him for attention.

"Someone needs milking."

Eliciting a slight giggle from the ticklish kid he kissed Christian's
bellybutton then traveled down to his groin. He pressed his nose into the
soft pad of his bladder (hoping he didn't have to pee) then buried it into
his pubes. They were trimmed like his, and flecked with the same dark gold
as the hair on his head. His imagination may have carried him away but
beneath the earthy musk of his sex Brody thought he detected a lingering
trace of seasalt. Or it was just his previous load. For a moment he drew up
on his haunches and slid back to get a full look at him.

What a gorgeous picture he painted. Brody had great admiration for the
physiques of men in an aesthetic sense and had even felt a twinge or two of
attraction for some of the wrestlers he'd seen, but Christian set his loins
fully ablaze. He was jacked for his smaller build but not alarmingly
so. There was no unseemly bulging like many weightlifters he saw in the gym
who were all inflexible and veiny. Christian's muscles filled their space a
comfortable fullness, evenly developed and beautifully defined. The
lily-white of his groin presented an alluring contrast to his still-tanned
torso and his cock stuck straight up in the air, reaching for Brody like a
penitent with a holy offering. Christian's was shorter than his own but
maybe a bit thicker, the head more defined by the cleft in the
frenulum. Above it all, his face bore a pleading look at Brody's withdrawal
as he missed the contact. Prominent hazel eyes wide in supplication were
begging for more. Brody smirked. A bit of torture couldn't hurt.

"What's wrong?" He asked with mock innocence.

"Why'd you stop?" Christian whined.

"Taking a quick break. Just wanna look at you."

"You can look later, cmon-"Christian impatiently tried to pull Brody back
down, but Brody shoved him back to the mattress.

"We're doing what I want."

His own cock was nice and hard again. From his position sitting on
Christian's thighs, its end poked Christian's own shaft. He rubbed his
spongy tip up and down the underside of Christian's shaft, sliming it with
his precum.

"UUUUUhhhhh" Christian groaned from deep in his throat. He pumped his hips
in time to Brody's hands-free stroking trying to wrap his mind around the
novel stimulation. Never realizing the underside of his penis was an entire
civilization of pleasure-causing nerves, Brody's soft cockhead was causing
staggering amounts of it but it still wasn't enough. It was the most
painful tease he could imagine. His cock felt strangely invaded when
Brody's rubbery spearhead skimmed him, a deep tickle creeping up and down
his length. But he wanted more. More cock, more tingles, more
Brody. Feeling his anus loosening itself a forbidden thought entered his
mind, reappearing for the first time since that dream. If Brody felt this
good from the outside, how good would he feel on his insides?

He opened his eyes again to see that sexy V-line flexing as Brody stroked
him. His arms were braced behind him and he'd risen slightly on his knees
to get more leverage. Christian mesmerized himself with the undulation of
Brody's hips, watching the muscles ripple and their lines contract and
expand again. Seeing his gorgeous body moving in such an overtly sexual
way, Christian thought he might cum just from this. But Brody had other
ideas.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK!" He gasped when Brody suddenly swooped down and took his
cock in his mouth. Brody grinned as best he could with the savory schlong
throbbing against his gullet. Wanting to give Christian everything he'd
received from him, he made a seal with his lips and bobbed up and down. It
reminded him of a brief period in his childhood when his mother made him
take up the clarinet. The instructor, a merry bald-headed old gentleman in
a sweater, called the fixture of the mouth an "embouchure". Already
consumed by wrestling Brody had cast music aside with cheerful
indifference, but was grateful now for the bit of muscle memory he'd
acquired. Easing his jaw he tried to apply equal pressure around the fleshy
pole, which was pulsing with vitality. Christian was ooing and ahhing in a
satisfied little voice so Brody increased the pace. The cock felt so strong
yet so delicate at the same time. Much like an intricately carved musical
instrument or a swiss watch it performed with amazing prowess but required
great care. In a burst of inspiration Brody opened his mouth wide and ran
his tongue up and down the stiff underbelly of Christian's fruit. The boy's
breathing became more ragged as Brody stiffened his tongue and seized
Christian's prick to hold it steady, now letting his wet appendage fly up
and down the length, urging the nectar on up the stalk.

"Ohhh....Ohhhh....NNnnnuhhh." Christian was whimpering and grasping the
sheets. Brody let his hands roam over his thick thighs and underneath to
that glorious ass. Fuck, he'd forgotten to explore that! Ah well, plenty of
opportunity in the future. Every inch of Christian's body would be his. No
unclaimed territory allowed, Brody's flag would be planted deeply in all of
it. He closed his mouth over the red bud again and suckled like a baby at
breast, reveling in the appetizing taste of his precum and preparing for
the main course. It was announced by a high-pitched wavering moan and
arrived in a modest gush. Brody was yet skeptical of tasting an entire
mouthful and on impulse forced the entirety of Christian into himself,
making the load disappear instantly down his esophagus. He didn't want to
risk upsetting him by spitting out his offering in disgust, so he payed for
it gladly with a sore throat. Still he gladly slurped the leftovers from
his shrinking snake and enjoyed the half-painful half-pleasurable whine
from Christian as he intentionally overstimulated his raw meat.

"Feeling good?" Brody whispered as he crawled up to Christian's level. The
boy was still in his post-orgasm bliss and with closed eyes he opened his
mouth and extended himself blindly for a kiss. Brody complied. He ran his
tongue luxuriantly around Christian's mouth over his teeth and gums and let
their tongues slop over each other in a mutual cuddle. Brody felt him
gradually disengaging and at last withdrew, seeing that Christian was
quickly falling asleep. The poor thing was exhausted. Brody grabbed a
pillow and shunted it under his head, Christian automatically settling into
it.

"Chris?" He whispered softly.

"Hmm?" Came the faint reply. Brody put his mouth to his, loving the
softness of his lips and nose, so he could breathe his next words right
into Christian.

"I really like you too."

Christian smiled faintly, then he was gone. His lips were parted allowing
Brody to feel the rhythmic flow of his respiration.

"Chris?" He said gently.

"Chris?" A little louder.

Nothing. He was completely out. Brody cast around for his phone and checked
the time: 8:30. There was no way Christian was walking home tonight. He
furrowed his brow in thought. If he allowed him to sleep for a few hours he
could arise in the wee hours and sneak back home. That is, if his parents
hadn't already discovered his absence and raised the hue and cry. Were they
the kind of parents who obsessively check on their kids, or the kind who
get home from a long day of work, crack a beer and assume the offspring are
in their room and doing fine? He carefully arose from the bed and retrieved
Christian's phone from his wet pocket.

"No passcode. Too trusting, my son."

There were no new calls or messages so he wasn't in trouble yet. He'd keep
an eye on it just in case. Part of him was tempted to browse through his
phone, check his search history, his favorites, his social media pages (the
few ones that existed) but he resisted the urge. It wasn't honorable and
Brody had a keen sense of honor, especially concerning someone he cared so
much about. He looked back at the bed, smiling at the glow Christian's
white privates made in the dark. Even at rest, his rigorous, muscly,
compact body looked ready for motion. Even his feet were well-rounded with
muscle. Brody's dick began collecting itself again, resisting his attempts
to subdue it. It was a powerful temptation to mount the dozing boy and feed
him his cock again, to spread eagle himself on top and fuck his mouth full
throttle like a freight train. But molesting the poor thing while he slept,
though it might be met with enthusiasm, was also not very
honorable. Instead Brody crept over and eased himself back onto the bed to
watch him sleep.

 "Such a sweet boy."

Unable to resist touching him he softly brushed Christian's hair for a
minute. Then he pulled a blanket from the floor to drape over their naked
bodies and settled in close to him, gently covering Christian's upturned
calloused hand with his own. It was a perfect moment. Quieting his mind of
its babble, Brody tried to presence himself and stand within it, and
experience one of those rare moments of clarity and full awareness that
make life worth living. They were there together and whatever might happen
tomorrow this moment would endure. Like the lovers on the Grecian urn it
would never fade. Brody closed his eyes and listened to the tide of
Christian's breathing, and washed away on the tide.



End of Chapter 8