Date: Fri, 06 Jan 2023 05:12:41 +0000
From: DCfield90 <DCfield90@protonmail.com>
Subject: Decent Progress Chapter 9

Hey all,

This is really an addendum to the last chapter, next one will be longer and
include more plot development. Hope you enjoy, and as always please donate
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Decent Progress Chapter 9

Christian had never awoken an early morning in a state of bliss. He felt
enveloped in the softest, warmest nimbus in its bosom flying over an
incorporeal ocean. He hardly was aware of his own body and its boundaries
relative to the cloud, all he knew was warmth and safety and an
immeasurable happiness. As he woke a little more he saw why: in the night
Brody had curled himself around Christian in a spoon, his leg entwined
around his and an arm draped over his torso. Most noticeable of all, his
morning wood was nestled between his cheeks. Laying in the embrace of this
amazing guy Christian wondered to himself how he'd despised him just a
short time ago, how he'd kicked him in a fury and screamed in tearful
rage. They'd become buddies, then friends, and now... boyfriends? He felt
his heart increase its pace as the word passed through his mind. It sounded
so official, so definitive. What else could they be after what happened?
They had gone down on each other, kissed with more passion than Christian
knew he was capable of, swapped spit with enthusiasm and SWALLOWED each
others CUM! Not in a million years had he ever imagined gratefully
ingesting another man's gross bodily fluids. It gave him a yucky feeling
even now to picture himself doing it...with anyone except Brody. But for
Brody, he'd slurped down his essence like it was pure springwater in the
middle of the Sahara, and he couldn't wait to do it again. His cock rose to
attention at the very notion.

"Am I gay?"

Another heart-palpitating word, another forbidden concept. He didn't have a
problem with gays but BEING gay was something different. It meant a
redefinition of who he was as a person, how he approached the world
socially and politically and all that other stuff. He was ignorant of
politics and social movements and gratefully so, he wasn't ready for that
baggage. But how could you ever be ready for a radical re-conception of
your SELF? You can't run from your own mind and though he'd endeavored
sincerely at many points in his life, he knew that banishing even
particular thoughts was impossible. Christian scrunched his eyes the way he
did when his mind was overheating. Brody's hand was loosely fallen over his
chest, and he caressed it lightly, tracing along the blue shadow of a vein.

Maybe Brody was right. Maybe he should avoid putting things into rigid
boxes, trying to "figure it out" when he could just go with the flow and
let his heart carry him along. As if he heard Christian's thought and
approved, Brody moved in his sleep, pulling Christian closer to him. His
cock went deeper into the deep cleft of his buttocks and Christian drew in
his breath. He reminisced of the divine sensation last night when Brody had
rubbed his slimy tumescence along his taint. The memory made his already
engorged cock fill to bursting, the muscles tense like a weightlifter under
a heavy load. Of all the sexy things Brody did to him, that was definitely
the hottest. Again, he wondered what it'd be like to have Brody's cock
inside of him and it was accompanied by a pang of guilt. Was he being too
submissive? Was it a healthy thought as a boy to want someone else to fuck
him, effectively dominate him? But if it appealed to him, why should he run
from it? He started wishing Brody would wake so he could hear his
voice.Things sounded so much simpler and better in his words.

Once more it was like Brody heard him. Christian heard him breath deeply
and felt him stretch, his muscles trembling as they released. Brody's hips
thrust forward and his cock wedged deeper like a hotdog in a bun.

"Ahhh," Christian moaned in satisfaction.

Brody wrapped his hand gently around his throat and put his lips to his
ear.

"Let's take a shower," He whispered.

Christian wrinkled his nose.

"You've got morning breath bad!"

"Brush teeth, then shower, then I'll grab you some breakfast." Brody kissed
his ear and sent tingles throughout his head. There was no getting used to
that. Then his heart dropped.

"What time is it?"

Brody sighed and detached himself from Christian, peering around for his
phone.

"It's 5:30 AM."

Christian sighed and rolled onto his stomach burying his face in the duvet.

"I'll need to go soon . My parents will be waking up in like an hour, or at
least mom will!" He exclaimed in a half-whine as Brody made a noise of
derision.

"So when you stroll through the front door and they catch you, what are you
going to say? `Just returning from my early morning constitutional dear
parentals as is my wont. Nothing unusual here!'"

Christian exhaled in exasperated giggles and laid his head on Brody's
shoulder. The other boy grinned and cupped the back of his head while
wrapping both his legs around him, allowing his morning wood to grind
deeply into Christian's abdomen. The full body contact made such feelings
of horniness and tranquility come over Christian that falling back asleep
in Brody's arms and swamping his perky cock with his wet mouth both sounded
like excellent ideas. But he had to resist either option for both their
sakes. It took all his willpower to gently unwrap Brody's legs and push
himself away from his rippling body.

"Kinda, just not in those words. They won't believe it, but I'll have
plausible deniability, and they don't wanna make too big a fuss if they can
help it."

Brody had cocked an eyebrow at his use of the legalistic term.

"Just lend me some clothes and I'll get going. We'll do this again soon, I
promise."

"Neither of us are in a position to promise anything."

Brody yanked a pillow under his chin and looked at Christian over it, his
eyes a mixture of puppydog forlornness and carnal desire. Christian
couldn't help but be moved and bent down to press their cheeks together and
stretch his arms over Brody's exposed back. It felt searing hot compared to
the room's coolness on his bare body.

"It's only for another week or so this suspension. After that's over we can
get together all the time."

He felt Brody nod into the pillow. Compassion washed over him at the
slightly childlike behavior. He turned his head and gave the side of
Brody's a lingering kiss, burying his face into his dark bristles and
savoring his scent. A feeling of lightheadedness and hyperawareness came
over him as he did so, the same as that wonderous moment yesterday evening.

"Here, I'll go clean my rancid mouth if it makes you happy."

Brody crept out of his room leaving Christian to dress. He clad himself in
sweatpants with knees so worn they were almost transparent, and a t-shirt
equally skimpy in thread count. Brody's clothes all seemed to occupy
extremes: they were either super nice in quality and pristine in appearance
or they were like old rags. He guessed all the workout stuff must be beaten
from wrestling practice, and maybe he was one of those people that never
threw anything away. Casting around for his phone, he fired off a text to
his mother saying he'd gone for an early morning walk (lol), just in case
she went snooping in his room this early. Typically she kept her phone on
silent for meetings so it shouldn't wake her. Lame enough as the excuse
was, like he explained to Brody, he was gambling on his parents not making
a federal case.

"And if they do, too bad!" He thought with uncharacteristic
rebelliousness. Perhaps he was drawing power from being in Brody's room,
which he hadn't appraised since he arrived. It was spacious enough for a
teen but oddly shaped, with an alcove across from the glass door serving as
a closet and lined with his clothes, hanging from inset wire brackets. The
ceiling was high and slanted with a skylight, and either side of his bed
were flanked by bookshelves packed with yellowing second-handers. A rickety
desk sat opposite with an old banker's lamp and a chair missing a fourth
caster. In all it was a snug room and clean, but the carpet needed
replacing and the walls cried for new paint.

Hearing the swishing sound of teeth being brushed he turned to see Brody,
still glorious in his nudity, proffering him a spackled toothbrush.

"What's good for the gander" he mumbled through a mouthful of suds.

Christian took it and they stood in Brody's room brushing away. Christian
was conscious of his eyes ceaselessly roving the sculpted figure. To him it
was worthy of a plinth in some old-world museum, except the statue of
Perseus didn't have a quivering erection pointing right at him, or a
seductive leer visible even through the white foam of his toothpaste. With
his eyes not breaking contact Brody retreated to the bathroom with
Christian on an invisible tether. It was a veritable closet compared with
Christian's with old-fashioned fittings on the knobs. Even the toilet seat
was one of those faux-wood ones from the 80's. They both hawked into the
tiny sink and swished water.

`There, now I'm eligible for some-"

Brody cut himself off by scooping Christian into his arms and pressing
their lips together.

"No- *UMF* Brody, I- *SMACK* need to.." Christian protested the assault as
Brody maneuvered them back into his room. He weakly tried to push Brody
away but was only held tighter, feeling his resolve weakening every time
Brody's naked cock rubbed against the tent in his sweatpants. Just like
yesterday Brody pushed him onto the bed.

"Brody we can't-"

 Brody plunged his hands under the small of Christian's back to encircle
his waist and gripped the waistband, yanking so violently that something in
his pants tore. Reaching Christians bent knees while his cock bounced up
like a Boy Scout at roll call, Brody forcibly straightened his legs and
flung the clothing aside. The dominance of this display made Christians
face hot and his vision blurry with arousal (and shame for liking it.)

"I need to go."

 He heard the lust in his own sultry whine as Brody mounted him, letting
his own jutting pole cross with Christians like fencers crossing
swords. The T-shirt was magicked off him in an instant making him naked as
the day he was born and just as helpless.

 "You're right where you need to be," Brody whispered as he bent over him
and licked the sensitive skin in front of his ear.

"God in heaven", Christian thought to himself, "He's right."

Christian cooed involuntarily as he sank into his own lust and
weakness. Brody lengthened so his full weight pressed Christian deeply into
the mattress, drowning him in heat and pressure as he planted kisses into
his neck. Christian humped into Brody's crotch, relishing the mingled
pleasure and pain as their tight boners compressed each other, and ran his
hands down the undulating valley of Brody's muscular back finding their way
to the hills of his taught buttocks. He squeezed them like ripe oranges,
and instead of juice a low rumble from Brody's throat into the surface of
his own neck was Christian's reward. Brody responded by wedging his hands
underneath Christian to grope him in turn. It was Christians time to moan
now as Brody penetrated his lips with his tongue and caressed his ass. He
gripped the firm globes and kneaded the muscles, letting his fingers sink
deep into his crack.

"Uuuuugh myyyy Godddddd" Christian tried to say through Brody's invading
tongue. Instinctively he raised his knees and crossed his calves over
Brody's back as one of the exploring fingers brushed his taint, causing him
to shudder like he had hypothermia. The tingles were unbelievable. Brody
made out with him and grasped at his butt a moment longer before raising
himself up. Christian reluctantly released his legs and looked up
questioningly.

 "I want to try something. You up for it?"

 He nodded dumbly. Brody turned around so his rear was at Christian's head
and crossed a knee over him so his tremulous cock and balls were suspended
above him. It was clear what the plan was and Christian felt an avalanche
of fear and excitement.

 "Don't worry, I won't go hard. Tap me if you're uncomfortable, okay?"
Brody said reassuringly. Not waiting for a response he sank down and
captured Christian's dick in his mouth, levering it off his tummy with his
tongue and slurping the head into his pink lips.

"OOOOOO FUUUUUCCCCK" Christian moaned loudly. The lips separated from his
bell-end with a pop.

 "Bro be quiet! My dad, remember?"

 With his eyes closed in ecstasy Christian nodded hurriedly, desperate to
get the sensation back. It was indescribable. When Brody's tongue circled
to the crevice between his peeled foreskin and mushroom head, it was like
the water in a hot bath came alive purely to please him.

"UUUuuGh...Oh....Awwwfffuuugggh....Broohhdeeee...OOOooo..." Unable to help
himself a stream of inarticulate mewlings burbled from his mouth as Brody
licked his penis up and down. He trilled the tip of his appendage against
the arrowhead of Christian's demanding love stick, tickling the flaps of
his tiny slit in rapid fire motions in the most cruelly tantalizing way.

"eeeeeeEEEEE!" Christian whined like a small child denied a
lollipop. Realizing there was no point in trying to hush him and needing
his own needs attended to, Brody lowered his hips over Christian who
extended his mouth upward eagerly, making a bridge of his neck to snare the
genitals waving pendulously over his head. It was difficult because Brody's
cock pointed so straight and Brody himself stopped sucking for a minute to
find a good angle. He arched his back and stuck his ass up to point his
weapon downwards, and Christian gobbled the wet tip like candy. Brody
stifled a groan by returning to his own meal. For a while the room was
silent except for the sound of hungry suckling. Their mingled noises
spurred Christians and new efforts. Unfortunately Brody's tool was upside
down so he was unable to run his tongue along the underside the way he
liked. Concentrating on using his lips and applying suction he inhaled the
musk of Brody's crotch and reached up to caress his carved ivory V-line and
abs. Brody began thrusting into Christian's mouth but when the boy's hands
surrounded his hips and pulled, he picked the pace up a bit. Christian
tried to stick his tongue out to relax and widen his throat but became
frustrated when he realized he couldn't actually suck on Brody like that;
it took away the fun for him. Christian concentrated on lathering Brody's
delicious tool when it made it quicker and quicker thrusts into his cavity,
adoring the sensation of being fucked into the mattress. He timed his own
little pokes with Brody's which were becoming more insistent as the
pressure built in his groin. Several times he felt the nick of teeth and
winced but he didn't mind. It was Brody pleasuring him and that's all that
mattered. The only downside of their position was his inability to see his
gorgeous face and run his hands along his head. Once again Brody plunged
his hands underneath to feel Christian's bottom, only this time his fingers
strayed into his forbidden zone. When one of his wandering digits brushed
against his hole a burst of tingles like electricity on a live wire shot
straight up his intestines to his pumping groin.

"MMMMMMPHHUUG!" Christian yelled into brodie's piss-slit as he ejaculated
in one big thrust, feeling Brody scrambling to gulp down his fluids. His
orgasm must have triggered Brody's because a second later a geyser of cum
hit the back of his throat. Christians tongue undulated like it was
churning butter, cycling furiously to feed him all of Brody's nectar. He
savored every last drop and when a dry Brody tipped sideways onto the bed,
Christian burrowed between his closing thighs to nip lightly at his
thoroughly juiced fruit, inhaling his salty sweet aroma and teasing the
recovering balls with his tongue.

 "You just can't get enough cock, can you?" He heard through the hamstring
pressed against his ear. No he admitted to himself, he couldn't get enough,
not of this one anyway. Perhaps he possessed some natural talent in the
trade but Christian knew he couldn't summon the will to please any one like
Brody. The slim thigh soaked with sweat uncovered his ear with a sucking
sound and Brody nudged him away by the chin.

 "It's too sensitive afterwards, remember?" He said gently as he
repositioned on top of Christian, spreading his mouth open with his lips
and reinserting his tongue. They made out with post-orgasmic bliss,
Christian letting the happiest little moans into Brody's mouth. He was
conscious of how pathetically infatuated he sounded but there was no
helping it. The boy pushed buttons in him that he'd been clueless of and
like a determined explorer Brody was finding new ones every day. Scratch
that, every hour! And speaking of the hour...

 "What time is it?" He asked with dread in his voice after Brody had come
up for air.

"Uughh" Brody groaned as he reached for his phone. He rolled off him making
Christian feel cold.

 "It's 6:00." There was a pregnant pause.

 "My parents will be awake soon.

 "Yeah..." Brody made circles on his chest with a finger.

 "I wish I could stay in this bed forever."

 "With breaks for workouts to maintain this body!" Brody made to bite
Christians pec causing him to giggle.

 "It's nothing compared to yours!" He said jealously as he guarded his
nipple from Brody's teeth, "I wish I could get as cut as you, it's totally
unfair."

 "That ass of yours is good compensation so don't complain. It's all luck
of the genetic draw," Brody said as he arose, finally acknowledging
Christians need to depart.

 "I guess you get it from your mom huh? You don't look much like your dad."

 Christian said it without thinking.

 "Yeah whatever." Brody responded stiffly. He turned away from Christian
and started rifling through his dresser for underwear. Christian got
dressed with uncertainty as Brody did likewise, knowing he'd
unintentionally hit upon a sore subject. He thought he deserved a bit more
openness from Brody but also knew this peculiar boy of his worked in his
own time. It was pretty new after all this... thing of theirs. All he
really wanted was for Brody to like him and to make Brody feel good.

 "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything bad," He said with his best
contritely innocent voice.

 Brody had a relievedly soft gaze when he approached Christian, his mouth
forming a tight lipped I'm-sorry-for-my-behavior kind of smile.

"It's fine bud."

He put his hands on Christian's waist. Even after cumming not 5 minutes ago
the contact awoke his manhood, but given the serious moment Christian
willed his sprightly pecker to behave itself.

 "It's just that my mother has problems. Severe ones. They've put strain on
my father and I and caused a whole array of problems; financial, emotional,
you name it."

 Christian wondered if that was the reason for the un-refurbished house,
despite Brody's nice truck and good clothes.

 "Is she sick?" Christian asked delicately. Brody looked at his chest as he
pulled him closer, clasping his wrist behind Christian's back so their
stomachs were touching. Christian sighed in contentment and arousal. Their
cocks were saying a mutual hello through the fabric of their pants even as
their owners were engaged in serious conversation.

 "You could say that." He ran his thumb up and down the small of
Christian's back, still not looking up.

"I'll tell you another time. Please don't think it's a secret because I
don't want there to be secrets between us."

 At these words Christian felt his heart grow wings.

 "But it is hard to talk about," Brody continued, "You understand?"

Christian nodded.

 "Tell me whenever you wanna. I just want to make sure you're OK."

 Brody looked up into Christian's eyes and a spark of electricity passed
between them. They were like a completed circuit standing there, a current
of power coursing its endless loop through their bodies. The sun was
rising.

"I think I will be. More so now than ever." He released Christian.

"I guess you really should go now. I'll dry your wet clothes and give them
to you next time we see each other."

 "Which will be soon, remember," Christian reminded him as he pocketed his
phone and laced up his shoes.

 "The next week will feel like an eternity though," Brody sighed as he
unlatched his door. "Got a proposal for you!" He said abruptly, turning
back from the fogged glass.

"What?"

 "Until we see each other again no relieving yourself."

 "No peeing?"

 Brody's shoulders shook with silent mirth.

 "No dummy, no jerking off. It'll make it that much more special. And
explosive!"

 Christian frowned at him. "You were just griping about how this next week
will take forever. This will just be torture."

 "But well worth it. Come on you're an athlete, you're mentally tough
right? it's called sacrifice. Let's do it! Or rather, NOT do it."

 Christian rolled his eyes. This utter nut.

 "Fine but don't you dare cheat because it'll suck for me too."

"You have my word. Trust me," he continued in a playful voice fiddling with
the hem of Christians t-shirt, "The load I'll deliver will be so big you
may actually get pregnant."

 "Eww you're gross!"

 "Yet you biked miles to see me. What does that tell you?"

 Christian stuck his tongue out and opened the sliding door, stepping out
into the cold air. The rain clouds were gone. A streak of robin's egg blue
on the horizon heralded the coming dawn, hatching into the still dark
purple canopy above them. Swirls of mist were shown in fine detail by the
young sun's rays.

 "Be safe and watch for traffic if you're going by road."

"Nah I'm sticking to the woods, it'll be easy now that there's light out
and besides, I can always call you to come rescue me."

 Brody punched him on the shoulder.

 "No more wilderness rescue missions. You're on your own," He said with a
wry smile. They looked at each other for a moment. Without any planning
Christian leaned in and kissed Brody on the lips. It wasn't a wild sexy
kiss or a distracted peck like a harried husband gives his wife before
work. It was how Brody kissed him for the first time yesterday evening,
deep and meaningful and full of a million feelings that words are
inadequate for. He released with a light smack.

"See you." He said softly, and set off. When he crossed the yard he turned
and saw Brody was still on the porch watching him. With a sardonic smile he
actually blew Christian a kiss, who caught it and shamelessly pressed it to
his lips, corniness be goddamned. Then he took the plunge and disappeared
into the brush.

 Christian's walk was much better by the light of day, and with his heart
full he could almost join the birds and their singing. The woods that last
night harbored all sorts of menace seemed alive and cheerful. The fever of
the storm passed leaving everything in abundance and all living things
undeterred by the chilly fall temperatures. Christian felt whole and happy
to an unprecedented degree. He searched in his mind for a like feeling, and
compared it to winning first place at a meet, and seeing the approving
faces of his teammates, and Jameson punching the air, and the beaming smile
of his mother and the proud grin of his father. Yet the great joy of those
things never endured. Conditionality ran through them like a melancholy
note; as good as it was, somewhere within all those fond faces was a wise
head was shaking, as if to say that it couldn't last.

But with Brody this joy was purer and unmarred. It was a cup that
replenished itself after every draught and overran like a fountain.
Christian wondered. Why was it so different? Was Brody just that awesome?

"Yep," he grinned to himself as he walked along, "Brody is pretty awesome."



End of Chapter Nine