Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1998 21:36:53 PST From: Jeffrey Jeffy Subject: Jon and Brett Part 2 Jon and Brett Part 2 By Jeffy All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother. I wasn't entirely happy with the way that Part 1 turned out, so I've made a couple of minor changes, for the better I hope. Most notably in the ages of the boys. Jon and Brett are both 13, Pete is 15. Please bear with me on this. Otherwise, enjoy! "No matter where you go, there you are!" - - Buckaroo Banzai Jon woke up from his nap feeling better than ever before in his life. He stretched and yawned, feeling his best friend (and lover, now) Brett stirring behind him. Brett, for his part, woke up not knowing where he was until it dawned on him that they were in Jon's bed after having sex for the first time. He grinned in memory. Just then Pete woke up in his position spooned against Brett's back. His balls still ached from Brett's treatment of them earlier but he found he didn't mind. Brett kissed Jon on his left ear and murmured "Morning Baby. Love you." How long he had wanted to say that! Jon's eyes started to mist over and he buried his face in the pillow. He couldn't believe that his best friend felt exactly the way he did. Brett, understanding the way his lover felt, just stroked his shoulders and neck, pausing to place a kiss on Jon's bare skin every few seconds. Finally, after one raspberry of a kiss Jon began to laugh, which started the other two boys laughing. Suddenly, there was a polite knock on the door. Jon's mom waited a couple of seconds then opened the door and stepped into the room. She found what she expected: namely three naked boys in bed together. Brett squeaked and dived under the covers, Jon was so shell-shocked that he just froze up completely, and Pete rolled his eyes and sighed. After all, he thought, you'd have to be deaf not to have heard the commotion that they made earlier during sex. Jon's mom just smiled at them and said "Dinner in 10 minutes boys. Pete, honey, I called your mom and you'll be eating dinner with us. OK?" Pete just nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. "I would suggest you all pee and get dressed and cleaned up, now." With that she placed a kiss on each boy's head (even Brett's under the covers), turned around, and left the room. Brett peeked out from under the covers. "Is it safe now?" he asked. The other two just laughed and said to come out. They talked as they sorted out the pile of clothes to find out what was whose. "Your mom's very...direct, isn't she?" Pete asked. Jon grinned back at him. "Yeah, she's always been that way. I never get away with anything around here!" "When she walked in I thought I'd die!" blurted Brett. "She knows what we were doing." "Well, my Uncle Richard is gay, and he's really the only one Mom talks to in the family. He was a lot of help after my dad was killed." It was only recently that he could mention his dad without opening a raw, bleeding wound. "I guess she's known about me for longer than I have. I suppose this is her way of letting me know she's OK with my being a fag." "Don't say that! You're always putting yourself down! I think you're great and I love you! Now shut up and let's go eat dinner. I'm starved." Brett got up and walked into the bathroom across the hall. "You know he's right. You should give yourself a little credit. At least sometimes, anyway. I think I'll go see if Brett needs help with anything." As good as his word, he walked to the bathroom. Jon just sat there, embarrassed by all this praise. It began to dawn on him that he really might not be as plain and ordinary as he thought. Brett sure seemed to think he was hot. He smiled, warmed inside by his friend's compliments and went to eat dinner. Dinner went better than any of the boys thought it would. Jon's mom made all of them feel at home without putting them on the spot about their earlier activities. They all enjoyed the good cooking and left the table feeling rather stuffed. None of them even complained about helping with the dishes. When they were done, Pete had to leave, saying he still had homework to do tonight. Brett, Jon, and his mom retired to the den to talk. Jon and Brett sat close together, holding hands. "Boys, I just want you to listen for a minute, OK?" Both boys nodded. "Do you love each other?" They nodded again. "I've long suspected that this would be your sexual orientation Jon, that's why I'm not surprised at all this. But I want the two of you to have a long talk with Uncle Richard when he comes over for dinner this weekend. He can give you an idea of what growing up and being a gay man is all about. In the meantime, I'm happy for you and I want you to come and talk to me about ANYTHING that's on your minds. OK?" Brett began to cry. "How will I tell my parents? They won't understand, not like you do. Nobody in my family is gay! They'll kill me." He began to sob pitifully and Jon put his arms around him and held him close. "Would it help any to know that they suspect? Parents aren't quite as stupid as you think. I've had a couple of conversations with your mom about it. We've been friends longer than you've been alive, you know. It won't come as a big shock to her, but your dad may be a different story. But they're both aware that you have no interest in girls at all. I'll have Uncle Richard talk to them. A 6'2" gay martial arts instructor might just make an impression on them." Brett had subsided to a case of the sniffles. He smiled through his tears and said "Thanks. But I think I should tell them fairly soon. If they walk in on Jon and me it'll give 'em a heart attack. And when Uncle Rich talks to them they'll put 2 and 2 together." Brett had known Jon's uncle since literally the day he was born and always called him Uncle Rich, since he only had Aunts in his own family. "Ok honey, it's your call. Just ask when you want a some privacy to, er, ...do something." She was blushing a little. "I guess I'm not quite as prepared for this as I thought I was." She mused to herself. With that, it was time for Brett to go home and for Jon to do his homework. His mother always made him do it and show her his completed assignments before bedtime. Jon suddenly threw his arms around her and began bawling like a baby. She just held him until he subsided, then kissed him and sent him off to bed just like any other night. Jon went to bed at peace with the world. The next week passed slowly for all three boys. For Pete, it was because he was looking forward to the big party and the opportunity to introduce his 2 new lovers to the group. He hoped that they'd enjoy the party. Jon and Brett, for their part, were terrified that someone at their school would find out about them and they'd be beaten up and ostracized. Gradually they relaxed, as it became obvious that nobody at school could see inside of them. They didn't really do much sexually during the week since they were still trying to get used to the idea of loving each other. They did have one memorable jerk off and kissing session, but that was about it. They were both looking forward to the weekend since they had Friday off of school (some kind of teacher evaluation day or something) and Brett was to spend the night at Jon's on Thursday. Finally Thursday arrived! The week seemed to take about 9 years to the boys. They met after school at Jon's to relax and talk. Jon's mom was still at her job as a Nurse/Supervisor in the hospital's pediatrics wing. Her position as a hospital administrator ensured that she only worked the occasional weekend. The boys sat on the couch in Jon's den, secure in the knowledge that they had a good couple of hours until anyone would bother them. They were in each other's arms in an instant, kissing passionately, murmuring, "I love you." in between kisses. Both reveled in the warm wetness of the other's mouths as they traded tongues and gobs of spit. They pulled back for air for a second. "I want do everything with you. I want to touch you all over, kiss you, stick my tongue in places you don't even wash!' Brett said breathlessly. "Can I, please? I even brought some lube for us to use." He held up the tube of KY jelly for Jon to see. "OK, but I want to do those same things to you, too." Without another word, Brett took Jon by the hand and led him to his bedroom, stopping by the bathroom to get a couple of towels. He knew from his collection of erotic stories that gay sex could be messy. Then they were in the bedroom and he was gently guiding Jon to the bed. He had Jon lie on the bed, face up. When Jon started to take off his clothes, Brett stopped him with a gentle "Let me do that for you." He slowly took off Jon's shirt, running his hands over Jon's smooth, pale skin. The skin under his hands felt so warm and soft that he couldn't believe it. He cupped Jon's boyish breasts and rubbed his thumbs over the sensitive nipples, feeling them harden. Jon shivered and moaned, lost in the incredible feelings that his best friend was giving him. Finally, Brett couldn't stand it any more and he moved to kiss and lick Jon's nipples. They were so soft and warm, and they tasted so good that his senses swam. He removed Jon's shirt entirely and went to work on his pants. He eased them off as his friend raised his hips to aid in the removal. Then he did the same thing for Jon's underwear. He stopped and stared at his buddy's beautiful 4" erection and his small, soft bush of light brown hair at the base of his dick. His balls were hairless and smooth as silk. He bent down and kissed each of Jon's nuts before sticking out his tongue and licking them gently. The combined taste and smell sent his young mind straight into orbit and soon he was licking Jon's dick like it was the world's best lollipop. It also tasted clean and pure, just like Jon's balls. After only about 20 or so bobs of his head on Jon's dick, Jon came in his mouth. Jon's back arched and he yelled at the top of his lungs as he experienced the most titanic orgasm of his young life. Brett lapped up every drop like it was honey and swallowed it all. Then he was stroking Jon's sweaty chest and telling him what a great lover he was. Then the moment of truth arrived for both boys. Brett turned Jon over onto his stomach and put a pillow under his hips to raise them slightly. He could see Jon's cute pucker between his slightly spread legs and the sight excited him beyond words. He had fantasized about exploring and licking someone's butthole, but now that it was about to become a reality he was having second thoughts. He took a deep breath and began to stroke a gentle finger up Jon's butt crack, getting an excited moan from his friend. He became even bolder and began to stroke in a circular pattern around Jon's anus, driving the other boy crazy with the sensations. Jon began to squirm a little on the bed. Much encouraged, Brett leaned forward and placed a kiss on the beautiful white butt cheek in front of him. He expected it to smell nasty, but the little smell there was only served to excite him further. Taking a gulping breath, he spread Jon's cheeks and rather experimentally licked his butthole. It tasted a little musty, but not bad, since Jon always had good personal hygiene. He squeezed up his courage and began to lick firmly with the intention of getting his tongue inside that sweet little pucker. Jon began to moan loudly and thrash around on the bed, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. After a few minutes of this, Brett judged it was time and removed his mouth. He applied a little KY to his middle finger and gently inserted it into Jon's anus until it was all the way in. He was surprised that he had encountered almost no resistance to his entry as he began to wiggle his finger. By accident, he rubbed Jon's prostate and Jon jumped as if he had been hit by a lightning bolt. Fascinated, he rubbed that spot again and was rewarded with another jump. Soon he was rubbing that spot gently as Jon moaned incoherently and thrashed his head from side to side. He was obviously doing something right, to judge by the reaction he was getting. Brett was now crazy with lust. He had to fuck Jon, and right now! He removed his finger and spread KY all over his slim 4.5" hardon. He positioned it at Jon's butthole and began to gently, slowly insert it. He couldn't believe how hot and tight Jon's butt felt. It was all he could do to keep from cumming immediately. In what seemed like no time at all his sparse pubes were rubbing against Jon's smooth butt cheeks. He stopped for a full minute to let Jon get used to it and to keep himself from cumming. He was determined to give Jon his best. Rocking back and forth, he was able to fuck Jon for about 15 minutes before he had to cum. As he felt the tingling begin in his balls, he reached around to jerk his friend off. Soon they were both bucking their hips in unison, and then they were cumming in the most mind-numbing orgasms of their lives. It seemed like it would go on forever, but they finally collapsed on the bed, spent and sweaty. After a while, Brett stirred himself to wipe them both off with one of the towels and to clean up Jon's butt. Jon was fast asleep as Brett spooned in behind him. He could hardly wait for that evening when Jon would fuck him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well, that's the end of part 2. It turned out to be a lot longer than I intended when I started it, so there will be a part 3 soon. In part 3 all of the boys attend the big party, and we get to the big surprise...