Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2007 09:38:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friend in Need (15)

   Jordan eased the car to a stop at the curb in front of Brett's house,
and sat there a minute in the darkness, reflecting on the rather bizarre
events of his evening. He could still discern the faintly lingering scent
of Shelby's earlier excitement in the car, and he shook his head slowly,
vividly recalling her angst at his failure to be prepared with condoms. By
now, he surmised, she had doubtless spread the story of his ineptitude far
and wide among her friends, and he dreaded going back to school on Monday,
and the likely heat he would suffer at the hands of his more cock-sure
buddies that certainly would never miss out on such an opportunity to spear
the nubile Ms. Shelby over such a basic fuckup as not having a rubber at
the ready. After all, it was fairly common knowledge that once a few of her
buttons had been pushed, she was always hot to trot, and beside that, she
had all but actually stated her intentions to fuck him when she had asked
him to the Sadie Hawkins event. He sighed, not sure if he should be
chastising himself for missing out on sticking it in her hot twat, or, if
he should be relieved that he had kept his promise to Brett, and arrived
home both in tact, in a girl-virgin sense, and, horny as a six puckered
Billy goat. Dismissing the dilemma with another long sigh, he opened the
door, and stepped out, closing it with a soft clicking sound. He stood, and
surveyed Brett's house, pleased that the darkened front of the house
indicated that Brett's parents were either still out, or had retired for
the night. The lone burning light came from the window of Brett's rear
bedroom, and Jordan smiled, as he reached down to adjust his mostly erect
penis in his overalls, as he thought to himself, okay buddy-boy, just as
you asked for it, here it comes.

   He moved along the driveway, and entered the back yard, then, crossed
the patio, and let himself in through the back door. Quietly, he made his
way across the house and down the hallway to Brett's bedroom door, and he
turned into the open doorway, and then stopped. Brett was stretched out on
the bed, his head propped on a folded pillow, an open book in his hands,
and Jordan took a quiet moment to appreciate how really good looking Brett
was. He was wearing a pair of navy colored boxers, and nothing else, and
Jordan felt his penis stiffen fully as he trailed his gaze over the smooth,
slender body of his friend, and lover. Fuck Shelby, he decided, fuck her,
and her damned condoms, and her oily snatch that smelled a little like his
fishing tackle box. Right there on that bed is all that I need to be happy,
and God knows, satisfied, without all the drama that seemed required when
dealing with females, and better still, what he wants is me, no freeking
condoms required, either.

   He took a small step into the room, and the movement broke Brett's
concentration on his book, and he turned his head to peer over at Jordan,
his handsome face spreading into a wide smile, as he said, quietly,

   "Hi...you're a lot earlier than I would have thought...."

   Jordan smiled too, moving further into the room, as he shrugged, and
replied,

   "Yea, well...I guess I was just missing you...hell, I was missing
you...and here I am."

   Brett, still smiling, patted the bed along side him, and motioned with
his chin for Jordan to join him, and Jordan crossed the room, and sat on
the edge of the bed. Brett cocked an eyebrow at him, and lifted his head
from the pillow, and Jordan leaned down, and softly kissed his lush
mouth. Breaking the kiss, Brett laid his head back on the pillow, and
asked,

   "So how did it go...?...and, by the way, I missed you, too."

   Jordan gave a small snort, and shook his head, saying,

   "It was a freeking school dance, you know...?...it went like those
things always go, pretty much."

   Brett nodded knowingly, and glanced at his bedside clock, then said,

   "Uh huh, I do know about that, actually...but I am still very surprised
your so early...pleased, definitely, but surprised...so
what...?...no... quality time... with Ms. Wild-one, or...?"

   Jordan flushed at the inference, his cheeks coloring slightly, then,
shook his head, and replied,

   "Not really...actually, she got highly pissed at me, and stomped
off...so...I just bailed, and came here."

   Brett's eyebrows furled upward, as he digested that, then said,

   "Really...pissed, huh?...what, you failed to squeeze her hot little ass
sufficiently, or what?"

   Jordan flushed again, a brief, but vivid flash of memory recalling the
firmness of her hot little ass in his hands as she rode him, in the final
seconds of their failed tryst, then he shook his head again, and tried to
smile, as he answered,

   "Guess not...well, something like that, anyway...you really don't want
to know, trust me...just suffice it to say that I am in for a lot of
serious ball busting when I get to school on Monday...but fuck it...and you
know what...?...seriously dude, I never should have accepted her invite in
the first place...right here with you is where I want to be...hell...where
I need to be...no where else."

   Brett smiled again, his doe-like eyes meeting Jordan's serious gaze, and
he replied, his voice low, and soft,

   "Excellent answer, Mister...music to my ears...but I really think that
you did need to give it a shot...whatever that means...jeez Jordo...I mean,
don't you think that I know how you sort of beat yourself up
sometimes...about us, I mean...and whether or not...that...is really you?"

   Jordan reached out, and took Brett's hand in his, and squeezed it, then
smiled, and winked at Brett, as he pulled Brett's hand to his lap, and
pressed it against his pulsing erection, as he said,

   "Really....well, does that feel like it might be really me...?...me
really wanting you...?"

   Brett took a turn at flushing then, his creamy smooth cheeks flushing
hotly, as he gripped Jordan's thick cock, and rubbed it up and down. He
shuddered, his own cock rapidly coming to attention to tent at his boxers,
and he looked deeply into Jordan's eyes, and mumbled,

   "Go close the door. Jordan...lock it, too...then, get this beauty back
here....cause I really want you, too...now hurry up!"

   Jordan savored the sensation of Brett's hand moving on his erection
another moment, then nodded, and stood, quickly crossing the room, and
securing the door, before just as quickly returning to the bed, where he
found a now fully naked, and very erect Brett grinning at him, as he said,

   "Dude, I really do love the "aw shucks" farmer outfit, and all....but,
right now, I'd like it a lot more if were on the floor...!"

   Jordan fixed his hungry gaze on Brett's smooth body, and fumbled with
the snaps that held the coverall straps in place, freeing them, then
hurriedly worked the garment down his body, and off his legs. Brett grinned
an evil grin, and reached out to once more grasp Jordan's thick penis, as
he chuckled, and said,

   "Nice....hella nice...love the undies, too dude...you should wear that
kind all the time...!"

   Jordan laughed, and tumbled onto the bed beside Brett, and quickly
grabbed his rigid erection, and stroked it, as he silently acknowledged the
fleeting thought that it definitely felt way more exciting than his brief,
and futile earlier encounter with a sodden pussy had, and he made that his
last thought, before he moved into position, and slid Brett's cock into his
mouth. Brett groaned softly at the wet contact with his throbbing cock,
then, twisted around into a well executed sixty-nine, and happily engulfed
Jordan's straining erection into his mouth as well.

   Over the next several minutes, the room was filled with their combined
moans of pleasure, and their mingled slurping sounds, as they sucked and
drooled over each others cocks, and balls, interspersed with a myriad of
gropes, and clutches, as they fueled their quickly rising lust to a fever
pitch. Unable to wait any longer to consummate their intense love making,
Brett reluctantly released Jordan's oozing penis from his mouth, and
twisted his body to be able to reach his night stand, where he extricated
the plastic bottle of lube he had secreted there earlier, in the hope of
just such an occurrence. He tossed it onto the bed, then, flipped over, and
squirmed his body so that he was spooning backward into Jordan, as he
uttered, his voice quivering with his excitement,

   "Oh man Jordo...hurry...fuck me, babe...I need you....right now!"

   Not needing to be told twice to fulfill that demand, Jordan picked up
the lube, and quickly applied a generous amount to his rigid cock, then
squeezed another portion to his fingers, as he moved in behind Brett. He
slid one hand around him, and grasped his cock, stroking it's rock hard
length in his slippery hand, as his other hand explored Brett's pretty ass,
his well greased fingers gliding along the warm crease. His index finger
contacted Brett's tightly wrinkled pucker, and he moved the finger back and
forth across the tiny ridges of muscle there, as Brett adjusted his legs,
giving him better access to his core. Jordan teased at the tiny opening,
adding more pressure to his probing finger, until it penetrated, and, aided
by the copious lube, slid deep inside the warm, tight tunnel.

   "AHhhh.....oh, yea....Jodan....oh God...yes!" purred Brett, his slender
body shuddering, as Jordan moved his finger in and out, savoring the
softness, and the clinging grip of Brett's flexing muscles.

   Nuzzling against the back of Brett's neck, Jordan licked him there, the
fine hairs on Brett's neck tickling his nose, as he continued to work
Brett's cock with his slick hand, and he eased a second finger into Brett's
clinging tunnel.

   "God, Brett...you're so hot...tight...God, I love this...I love you...!"
groaned Jordan, his senses reeling with the need to consume his friend in
every way possible.

   "Feels so good...oh man...yea...do me Jordo...oh God...I want you inside
me...please Babe...now...I need you to fuck me...!"

   Jordan eased his fingers from Brett's silky grip, then scooted in behind
him, gripping his own drooling cock, as he centered the bulbous head on the
tiny pink target. He moved it back and forth in small little strokes, the
silky sensation of the lube causing him to shiver with searing desire,
then, pressed against the opening, adding steady pressure, until the head
disappeared into Brett's amazing warmth. He paused then, exercising every
ounce of control he could muster to resist the urge to just drive fully
inside the gripping chute, and he shuddered, as he felt Brett flex, and
tightly grip the head of his cock, just behind the ridge.

   "OH GOD...Brett...fuck...that is SO amazing...how you do
that...fuck...oh man...!" hissed Jordan, his control quickly being overcome
by pure lust.

   Brett flexed again, this time his inner muscles seeming to clamp firmly
onto Jordan's aching cock, and draw it steadily deeper, pulling him inside,
as if in a vacuum, and Jordan just relaxed, going with it, as his cock
buried itself fully into Brett's rectum.

   "AGggg...oh man...Jodan...Jesus...so thick...big...fuck, that's
nice...!" groaned Brett.

   Fully impaled, Jordan shuddered, the sensations washing over him, as he
focused fully on the incredible heat, and tightness gripping his cock, and
he again nuzzled into Brett's neck, licking, and kissing him, as his
passions boiled over.

   "Fuck me good, Jordan...I want it...oh God, I want it bad!" hissed
Brett, again tightening his inner muscles on Jordan's cock, resisting
Jordan's effort to withdraw, causing Jordan to gasp loudly, as the
overwhelming pleasure coursed through his trembling body.

   "Yea...fuck yea...man...oh man...!" groaned Jordan, sliding his cock
back until only the wide head remained trapped in Brett's gripping sheath.

   He paused then, again savoring the vacuum-like feeling, as Brett flexed,
his muscles once more drawing Jordan's cock into his silky smooth depth. In
and out, Jordan fucked Brett, finding a rhythm, as Brett found it too, and
worked his hot little ass in sync with Jordan's deep thrusts, both of them
completely lost to it all, this amazing fuck, clearly the most intense of
them all. The room filled with the purely sexual sounds of their coupling,
their combined groans, and grunts, and labored breathing, mingled with the
slapping noises of their combined flesh comming together. Jordan continued
his steady stroking of Brett's oozing cock, and was surprised, when he
suddenly felt it pulsing strongly in his sliding grip, as Brett unloaded,
his creamy ejaculate pulsing onto the sheet in long, thick ropes, as Brett
grunted a cadence with each discharge.

   "Oh yea, Baby...fuck yea...cum hard...oh man...!" moaned Jordan,
savoring the feeling of the strongly spasming cock ejecting its thick load.

   His own lust at fever pitch now, Jordan firmly gripped Brett's slim
hips, and rolled him onto his stomach, then, jerked his hips upward, as
Brett slid his knees under him, lifting his pretty ass high, as if in
offering to Jordan, who once more drilled his aching cock fully inside of
Brett's silky sheath, then, resumed his fervent rhythm, fucking Brett as if
were the his last day on earth. Dizzy with the multitude of sensations that
washed over him, Jordan was like an animal in heat, slamming in and out of
Brett, his labored breathing mixed with his nearly continuous stream of
groans of pleasure, his sweat dripping onto Brett's back, as he continued
to hammer him. Finally, he felt his acing balls draw tight, and his cock
felt as if it might simply explode, when the final spasm seized his
over-stressed body, and his cock erupted, spraying streamer after streamer
of his jetting fluid deep inside Brett's gripping tunnel.

   "AGGgggg.....fuuuuuck.....!" roared Jordan, his pent up load finally
released, and drained, and he collapsed forward onto Brett's back, his
labored breathing deep gasps, as he shuddered strongly, and then was still,
as he wrapped his arms around the equally trembling Brett, and held him
tightly.

   Several minutes passed in near silence, as they cuddled there in the
after glow of what had truly been an amazing coupling. Finally, Brett's
back began to hurt from supporting Jordan's dead weight, and he stirred
under him, as Jordan rolled to his side next to Brett. Brett rolled over on
his back, aware of the wetness on his chest, and tummy, from where he had
smeared his own ejaculate from the sheet to his skin, and also very aware
of what seemed like a small river of Jordan's fluids draining from his
battered hole. He rolled his head to face Jordan, and smiled, seeing the
lingering flush of passion still glowing in his cheeks. Jordan opened his
eyes, and met Brett's gaze, and a slow smile spread across his face, as he
said,


" Jesus....what the fuck was that...?"

   Brett smiled too, his body still tingling in every pore, and he chuckled
softly, as he answered,

   "Amazing...totally...amazing, is what that was...wow!"

   Jordan grinned widely, nodding, as he replied,

   "Wow...yup, that was...definitely...a wow...and the amazing thing here,
Dude...is... you!"

   The boys continued to cuddle there on the nearly destroyed bed, not
saying much, but lightly touching, and savoring the warm glow that each
felt, as though something quite special had just transpired between them,
and they each were reluctant to let the moment pass. Eventually, Brett
stirred, and sat up, very much felling the need for a shower, and he leaned
down to softly kiss Jordan's mouth, telling him that he would be right
back, and then got up, and headed off to the bathroom. Once he was up, and
moving, he became aware that he was definitely going to have some lingering
tenderness from the incredibly energetic pounding he had been given, and he
smiled to himself, thinking, cool, because I really want to remember this
night for a long time.

   Alone in the rumpled bed, Jordan stretched, then lay back on the pillow,
and closed his eyes. He inhaled a deep breath, held it, then let it go, his
tired body relaxing fully, as he considered how carried away he had been
with Brett just now, and just how intense, and wonderful ,the whole thing
had been. Surprising himself some, he registered the thought that he really
did, indeed, love Brett in a very special way, and even more importantly,
he felt totally right about that now, that, and the unbelievable sex that
had happened between them. Rationalizing his earlier experience with
Shelby, or more correctly, his lack of experience with her, he held to the
thought that he really hadn't felt disappointed at all when she had
executed her hasty retreat, and that what he had actually felt was relief,
and the strong need to be with Brett. He sighed, and in that moment he let
himself accept fully his feelings, and his desires for Brett, and told
himself that if those deep feelings and desires were required to be labeled
as "gay," then so be it...fuck it, he decided, I love the dude, and that is
a good thing. That being decided in his mind, he felt suddenly exhausted,
and he rolled over, and slipped instantly into a deep sleep.

(To Be Continued)
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