Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2010 13:12:01 -0400 From: D DeLion Subject: Flattop - Part 4 The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically described sex among teenage males, jocks, athletics, and sex with older males. If these topics offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read or possess such materials where you are, read no further. This story is pure fantasy. The author does not condone either sex with minors, intergenerational sex, or unprotected sex. Do not reproduce this without permission. Comments welcome - send to dlion@live.ca. Flattop By Dan deLion Chapter Four: Payback When I came out of the bathroom, everything was dark except for a faint orange glow from the bedroom. As I made my way across the darkened living room, picking my way through the darkness so that I wouldn't trip on anything, there was another brilliant flash followed closely by a crack of thunder. I glanced out of the huge windows at the lake side of the house and saw the beach for a split second in the light. The water was angry looking and huge waves were crashing up onto the shore not far from where we had lain. The thin pine trees closer to the cottage deck were whipping around in the wind as if they were doing some sort of a wild dance. There was an energy in the air. "Hey bud?" I called out into the darkness. "I'm here," called his deep voice from somewhere above me, "Just making sure all the windows are shut so there's no mess in the morning. The rest of the power went out too." I heard floorboards creek somewhere in the dark above me and caught a glimpse of a flashlight beam sweeping the top of the narrow, steep stairs. He must have been checking the windows in the upper bedrooms. "Need any help?" I asked. "Nah, I'm just about done. Go on and get into bed, I made it up for us." I moved carefully into the bedroom where two candles were still burning – one on either side of the bed on the nightstands. The sleeping bags had been unzipped all the way around and spread open like a blanket. One was laid across the bare mattress like an open book. The other lay on top of it. Two camp pillows were stacked one on top of each other at the center of the head of the bed. I thought we'd be side by side zipped into our own cocoons. I didn't know if I trusted myself to be under the same cover as him. The good thing was that I was exhausted and would probably fall asleep right away, at least that was my thinking. I realized I had nothing to wear to bed. "Should I go to the car and get some stuff for us to sleep in?" I called out again. "Too much of a mess out there, don't worry about it. I hate pajamas anyway." came the reply punctuated closely by another burst of lightening and deafening boom of thunder. Who was I to argue with Mother Nature? I hated pajamas too and usually slept nude. Besides, we'd just showered together, what were we gonna hide from each other? He'd seen way more of me than I had planned and I'd seen way more of him than I'd dreamed. Might make for an interesting morning, though. Still wrapped in my towel, I stretched out across the bed on my stomach, hugging the pillows and enjoying the comfort of them. This took a little of the pressure off my aching lower back as well. I could feel the swirling buzz from the beer settling nicely into a sleepy stupor and the pot had fully worn off. Even the puffy, slippery nylon sleeping bag felt good against my skin. Yeah, I wasn't going to have any troubles sleeping, even being next to a naked hunk. I must have drifted off because the next thing I remember is the bed rocking a bit as someone climbed on. I lifted my head and opened my eyes to darkness and was a little disorientated. "It's okay bud," came Sean's soothing baritone, "Just me. I didn't mean to wake you up." As my eyes grew more accustom to the light I realized he must have blown the last two candles out. I started to roll over, making room for him and pulling a pillow out for him to use, but I felt a firm, warm hand on my back holding me down. "No, no - just relax. Payback time" he said, pushing the pillow back under my head. I was too tired to argue or ask what payback I was getting, but I didn't need long to figure it out. In the dark, I felt him gently straddle me as his hands began to gently work my back. He was on his kneels, carefully suspended over me, though I could feel his weight on the mattress on either side of my waist. The sensation of his warm hands slowly sliding over my skin was amazing. Every so often he'd lean forward quite a bit to do my neck or shoulders and I imagined I could feel the warmth of his skin just above me. Despite his huge muscular paws, he applied just the right pressure – tender enough not to make the pain worse but deep enough to get to the problem areas. I drifted in and out of sleep, enjoying his attentions. I felt my cock start to stir a bit but I didn't mind – it was safely pressed against the puffy sleeping bag beneath me. "How am I doing, big guy?" he asked. I murmured my appreciation, but it came out more like a groan. I heard him chuckle to himself. "Hey bud? I wanted to tell you that I really appreciate... you know, being your buddy. Hanging out with you and stuff. I wish we'd gotten together in grade 9, we could have been pals all these years" he said. If this was a delicious nightmare and I didn't really want to wake up. "Yeah, it's been great" I mumbled, half awake. "Yeah. You're my best friend now. I want you to know that. I care about you and... stuff. You know? Cool?" "Mhmm, cool. Love you, bro" I said, being sure to slur my words a little in case this didn't go where I wanted it to. "Love you too, bro" came his reply. Wow. He was quiet for a while and then gently moved down to work my aching lower back. As he did, he pulled his legs in closer and I could feel his furry, powerful thighs against mine. In my mind, I let my thoughts wander as I drifted in and out of sleep, imagining what he must look like kneeling on the bed over me and pretending to feel his thick cock rest gently between my ass cheeks as he worked my muscles, grinding it against me as he moved. I groaned loudly as he slid his hands from my waist right up to my shoulders. It was louder than I thought and it woke me up a little. I struggled to open my eyes, embarrassed by such a guttural and loud reaction to his hands. There was another flash of lightening and through my hazy view I saw his towel in a heap on the bed next to me. It suddenly occurred to me that he was buck naked. Did that mean I wasn't fantasizing and I could feel his heavy cock between my butt cheeks? In the waves of sleep that kept washing over me, I couldn't separate fact from fiction. He slid lower still and I felt his bare buttocks against my lower thighs below the towel I wore. He massaged me through the towel for a bit, much lighter than he had done my back. I could feel his hands quiver a bit. I lay perfectly still and tried to make it seem as if I had passed out. He silently curled his fingers around the top of the towel and pulled, smoothly sliding it out from under me. With a soft thump, I heard it land next to his. There was another flash of light from the windows and I heard him sigh deeply as the thunder came. He gently placed his hands on my lower back and slowly started to go lower, exploring my own muscular ass. I let myself drift, no longer caring if he thought I was turned on or if his own cock was hard. His voice came through the darkness like velvet. "Tell me to stop if you want, because I will. If you don't like it, I'll stop." he whispered. Fuck no! He continued to massage my ass, getting a bit bolder and spreading my cheeks more. He pressed down and I could feel my cock press against the nylon sleeping bag. His breathing got quicker and he must have been leaning over because I could actually feel it on my ass. I heard myself groan a bit and he continued his work. I groaned a bit more and I felt his hands travel right up my back again, in a large oval pattern. When he reached the top of the oval near my shoulders, I felt a bump near the base of my spine. Holy shit - what else could it be other than his cock? I felt one of his hands slip of my back and plant itself onto the mattress just below my arm. The other side followed suit. I was frozen there, not sure what he was doing. He slid himself up a little and to my surprise, I felt him place a delicate kiss between my shoulder blades. This was followed by another and then another. He gently lowered himself and I knew for certain I could feel the heat of his skin on my back – just inches away from my own. His furry legs came into contact along side mine. I began to feel a warm nuzzling on my ass, soft at first but also curiously hard. It increased as he lowered himself and I realized it was his cock. Still half asleep and without thinking, I pushed my ass back against it and with a gasp, he thrust a little at the same time. His cockhead found its mark and jabbed against my tight hole. I yelped involuntarily and tensed my ass, pulling away from him. He quickly backed off of me and started to panic, garbing a towel to cover himself. "Fuck, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to... fuck. I mean, I never meant that to happen, Dave. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Fucking shit! I'm so sorry..." he stammered. "Relax, it's okay. It was just a shock" I said. "This is so not cool. I'm so fucking sorry, buddy" he continued. "Sean! Relax. It's cool, honest. I just wasn't expecting it. We're cool" I said rolling over onto my back. In the dark, I could just make out his silhouette. He sat there, unmoving on the bed, his shoulders hunched and a towel bunched up over his crotch. I let him think about it for a minute and relaxed back into the pillows. "You sure?" he said attentively, "You're okay?" "Yeah, no problem" I replied, "I thought you just said we were best friends. So what's the big deal, right?" He didn't seem convinced and sat there like a statue, uncertain what to do. This gave me a bit of a wicked idea. "It's gonna cost you though" I said. "What do you mean?" he whimpered. "Payback. You got a penalty so I get more. You have to do my chest. Now get over here and finish up." He stayed where he was. Poor guy – he really was terrified. I reached over and grabbed the towel from his crotch, throwing it and my own towel onto the floor. "Come on bud, I want to get some sleep eventually" I said. He considered it and took a deep breath before carefully moving so that he was kneeling along side of me. He reached out his hands to my chest, but I stopped him. "That's no fun," I said, "Straddle me like you did when I was on my stomach." He froze again. I knew if I was going to make a move to make it clear to him I wanted some fun and thought he did too – I'd have to be more direct and I'd have to take charge. "Don't get fucking shy on me now, bud. Get over here" I said roughly. He hesitated and then gingerly straddled me. I reached up and put my hands around his waist, pulling him right down onto my hips. Our cocks slapped together and I could feel his entire body tense. "Relax," I said, "Do my pecs." I took his hands and placed them squarely on my chest, then put my arms behind my head and looked up at his looming form as he slowly began to massage my pecs. I watched him, enjoying his paws on me but also the dark uncertainly of not being able to see his face or reactions in the night. I took my hands form behind my head and let them rest on my sides, cupping his muscular hairy thighs on either side of my waist. I began to massage his upper legs, matching the strokes he was applying to my own body. I let my hands slide up to his waist and down, then over his rock hard 6 pack and up over his chest to mirror his work on my own bod. Without warning, I pinched his nipples and he cried out, arching his back a little and forcing our cocks together again. I tweaked them again and his hands found mine, returning the favor. It drove me wild. "Fuck yeah, buddy! Play with my tits. Fucking play with my jock tits!" I growled at him. He said nothing but kept working my nipples. He was clumsy at first but it still felt great. I slid my hands back down to his waist and grabbed on, pulling him down hard on me in a steady rhythm. He caught on and started to grind, riding me and humping me. He was breathing very fast – almost gasping and I could feel droplets of sweat fall from his forehead onto my chest and stomach. I held a cupped hand up to his mouth. "Spit in it" I said. He spit a bit into my hand, puzzled. "More, I need lots. Do it, bro" I commanded. He obeyed and spit more, confused but willing. I spit into my other had and clamped both hands over both our cocks together, mingling our spit and lubing up our dicks. His cock was a lot thicker than mine but we were both about the same length. I slid back his foreskin and pressed our dick heads together as I jerked us both furiously. He shook violently, crying out as he let go of my chest and braced himself against the mattress, throwing his head back. I reached up with one hand and clamped it around his neck, making him look down at me. "Keep grinding and riding me, you got that? You like our cocks together? You like my hand on your meat? Answer me!" I growled. "Fuck yeah, bro. Fucking love it" he panted back. "Then keep it up and let's shoot our loads. Let's shoot our fucking jock loads together, cool bro? You wanna come on me? You want to cum with your buddy? You want to feel his cock against yours? Feel him squirt? Fucking do it!" I shouted at him. "Aw, yeah, bud. Let's do it - lets cum!" he moaned. "Then get the fuck down here and kiss me" I said, pulling his face close to mine. I began to kiss him, hard. He pulled back a bit at first but gave in soon enough. The second I thrust my tongue into his quivering mouth, he began to cum. He involuntarily arched his back sliding his body forward on mine and slipping my own spit-lubed cock out of my hand. As he humped, it sprang back against his balls and then free, slapping wetly against his ass-crack from behind. He shot 6 or seven long ropey rounds all over me - loudly, gloriously and with the force of a massive tidal wave. One hit my check and another chin, the rest my chest and belly. He dropped his head into the crook of my neck and continued to moan loudly, his hot breath in my ear. He was still humping and the feel of my own hard cock slathered in spit sliding against his crack. It was too much. I pushed him back up into a sitting position, my cum -slickened hands sliding on his pecs and waist spreading his seed all over him. I maneuvered him so that he was leaning back slightly, burying my cock in he crack of his ass alongside his hole. "My turn, bro. Make me cum. Ride my cock between your cheeks. Grab it with your ass and jerk me off" I commanded. It didn't take long. After a few good strokes, I shot all over his ass crack and lower back with a few loud moans. Fucking A! Dripping with sweat and cum, we both stayed where we were trying to catch our breath. The room had gotten stuffy and reeked of cum, sweat, mildew and pine. Not a bad combination minus the mildew. I told him to climb off me carefully and get the towels. He did and tossed me mine. I wiped up the rivers of cum he had left on me, and wiped my own cock clean. A few well times lightening flashes form the dying storm showed him standing beside the bed, wiping his broad muscular chest off, and then a moment later, standing awkwardly with one hip raised wiping my cum from his ass crack. I realized he was trying hard not to look in my direction. I separated the two pillows and pulled back the upper sleeping bag. There was probably cum on the top of it but I was too tired to worry about it and didn't mind the souvenir of the night anyway. I looked over at Sea again and realized he was stalling, making it look like he was still cleaning up. "The storms almost over, can you crack a window? Freshen things up a bit?" I asked. He went and looked out the window, still avoiding my gaze. Seeing his powerful shoulders, massive arms and husky torso framed in the light from the window was breath taking. Still looking outside, he spoke. "Sure, but it's gonna get cold." "We'll keep warm, bro" I said. He looked back over his shoulder at me a moment and then opened the window a bit. The sill was just above waist level and the chilly breeze that blew in immediately swept directly over his crotch. He leapt back like a cartoon and held the towel over his crotch. "Fuck that's cold! It's freezing my nads!" he hollered. "Then come here and get into bed, asshole" I laughed, patting the bed beside me. He slid in quietly, staying to the edge. I didn't want to push my luck, so I stayed where I was and lay there quietly. "Dave? Can I ask you something?" I head him whisper after a moment. "No, I'm tired. We're cool, Sean. Whatever you want, it's cool. Let's just get some sleep, okay?" He didn't say a word, instead he turned to me and pulled me towards him, sliding an arm around my neck, his huge thigh up between my legs and bringing my head to rest on one of his massive pecs. This time it was me who was taken aback but after a minute, I snuggled in even closer, even daring to take his heavy, soft cock into my hand as I drifted off to sleep in the arms of my best bud. To Be Continued...