Date: Thu, 26 May 2011 13:14:40 -0400
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: SLEEPING NAKED WITH FRIENDS, The Aftermath, Part Two

                       SLEEPING NAKED WITH FRIENDS
                         The Aftermath, Part Two

      The next few days I didn't see much of Lance. It was exam week, and
basketball practice was suspended. Then on Friday, he pulled me aside in
the hall, suggesting we meet in the small basement bathroom of the gym,
just after the last class of the afternoon.

     I told him I'd think about it, but inside, had my doubts I'd actually
go through with it. I had the rest of the day to decide, but probably
thought about it too much. By the time classes were over, I was ready for
it, my dick having stayed hard most of the last class.

     Apparently Lance had gotten there before me.  The door was closed but,
as I turned the knob, he opened it from inside and then closed and locked
it as I stepped inside the small room.  Unsure how we were going to do
this, I set my books down on the floor and stood there, watching as Lance
sat down, fully clothed, on the commode seat, motioning me to stand between
his legs. Unbuckling my belt, I did as he asked.

     Neither of us spoke but, as soon as I'd unbuttoned my jeans, he pulled
them and my underwear with them down over my hips. Intuitively moving my
hand over my exposed groin area, I supported most of its ample endowment as
it swelled freely out between my thighs, my jeans falling down against my
shoes as I moved.

     "Are you sure this is a good place?" I asked nervously, as he stared
at the excess of meat spilling over my hand.  "I mean it's safe and all?"

     "Sure," he replied, distracted.  "I think so. You ready?"

     "Yeah, I guess so," I heard myself say, allowing my heavy endowment to
hang free, slightly grazing his face as I turned, looking around the small,
crowded space. "I guess we won't have to do this but maybe one more time,
but there's not much room in here . . . I guess enough."

     Fascinated by my genitals, he just nodded, sliding his hands over the
cheeks of my butt, gripping them firmly as he pulled my swollen meat up
against his face, moaning quietly as he nuzzled its warm fullness, inhaling
deeply and tonguing up under my dick. As it flopped heavily against his
nose and cheek, he licked its girth, sucking its soft firmness. Immediately
stunned by the sensation, I pulled back, freeing it to sway seductively out
from my body.

      "Well," I sighed nervously. "Let's get on with it."

     Sensing his warm hands tighten against my butt cheeks, I pushed my
swollen dick against his mouth, my lower body trembling from the warm
sensation as I spread my feet and gripped his shoulders, securing my
balance as he slipped his mouth around the hugely swollen head, sucking it
eagerly until my whole dick had become quite firm and difficult to control.

     Leaning back, looking at my dick, swaying only inches from his mouth,
Lance caught the head between his lips, sucking the tip at first and then
moving down further over the head itself. I couldn't help but groan
audibly, my legs weakening as he sucked my dick deeper and deeper inside
his incredibly warm mouth. Immediately sensing his excitement as well, I
could almost feel my load rising inside my groin as the almost painful
pressure of his mouth increased on my cock.

     "Wait, wait." I pleaded, pushing against him until my dick slid from
between his lips. "Please . . . not so hard. That hurts. Ease up some. I
think I'm leaking just from the pressure of your mouth."  He leaned back,
looking at my red, swollen head, glistening with his saliva, and smiled.

     "You sure are," he replied, moving his tongue against his pursed lips.
"I can taste it even. When was the last time you got off?" I thought a
moment shaking my head.

     "I don't know. I don't think I have," I replied. "No, I haven't
. . . not since that day in the steam room.  Maybe this solution of yours
is working after all."

     "Sure," he mumbled, distractedly sliding his lips against the head of
my dick as he felt my balls. "I told you it would." Then, weighing my huge
scrotum in his hand, fondling my balls excitedly as I squirmed, he
exclaimed, "What do you say? Let's take it slower this time. Okay? A little
foreplay not only increases the size of your load, but it makes your cum
all the sweeter too." I frowned, not exactly understanding what he was
talking about, but not really wanting to.

     Waiting for him to start sucking it seriously, I took a deep breath,
adjusting my weight impatiently on both feet as he continued to fondle my
meat, rubbing my balls up against my velvet soft groin and sucking at times
on the head of my dick as it swayed heavily near his mouth, catching it
with his lips and sucking it out from my groin and then pulling off it
until it fell from his lips, swaying heavily.

     I continued to wait, allowing him play with my dick, but wanting him
to suck it. Then suddenly I placed one hand on the back of his head,
insinuating my dick inside his mouth with the other, again loving its
clinging warmth as he nursed my dick like some hungry animal feeding.

    I could feel his eyes looking up at me as he sucked on my dick until,
embarrassed by the way he was enjoying it, I looked away, trying to hide
the pleasure it also gave me. This obviously turned him on terrifically
until suddenly something in him seemed to snap.

      Continuing to suck the fat mushroom, Lance moaned softly, running his
hands up over the cheeks of my butt and squeezing them firmly as he deep
throated my dick, the tip at times against his throat, until that familiar
tingle I'd felt before began to take hold of my groin and lower
body. Releasing his head as he took control, I stood erect, my hands on
either side of my hips, my legs further apart and weight evenly divided.

     Sucking feverously on my hugely swollen dick, he moaned in
anticipation, swallowing frequently from the evidently heavy flow of fluids
secreting from the head in preparation for the sweeter orgasm he'd been
trying for. Leaning back, my eyes nervously tracing the cracks in the
ceiling, I felt a pressure build rapidly in my groin and then my dick, its
huge mushroomed head thickening for ejaculation as it swelled.

     Stalling for a little more time on my dick, Lance eased the grip of
his mouth, moving his hands up over my chest, squeezing my full pecs and
toying with their hard nipples. Strangely aroused by the sensation, I felt
myself breath deeper and more rapidly as he massaged the swollen muscles,
the nipples becoming very hard and apparently fascinating to him.  Catching
them between his fingers, he moaned quietly as he fondled my firm pecs with
the palms of his hands as I gave over to the emotions they aroused.

     Surprisingly and with little warning, I felt a slight sensation in the
slit of my dick head, immediately followed by the first of a series of
spurts of thick sperm which lunged forcefully out over his tongue as I dug
my fingers into his shoulders, each sensation felt throughout my lower body
as my groin began to tingle with the incredible sensation.

     Feeling suddenly weak in the knees, I swayed against the wall, bracing
myself with my hands behind me. Trying desperately to keep my dick in his
mouth, Lance quickly slid off the commode seat, kneeling on one knee as he
caught the last of my cum finally spurt and then flow erratically from my
head of my dick.

     Remaining on both knees, Lance was ecstatic, almost frantic, sliding
his hands over my butt and the backs of my thighs as he sucked my huge
dick, hanging heavily down from my groin until, beginning to soften, it
seemed to back up in his throat, threatening to choke him.  Pulling up,
slowly encouraging it from his mouth, I eventually felt my thick shaft
slide from his mouth, hanging heavily as he stretched up into my meat,
trying to recapture the head.

     "Oh, man!" he mumbled repeatedly, his mouth still pushing up inside
the mass of meat as I remained straddling his head, my back against the
wall. "That was a load, and your cum so full and sweet."

    In a kind of daze, overpowered by the terrific orgasm, but still on my
feet, I remained slumped against the wall as he sucked hungrily up on my
dick and balls, my eyes closing until my head began to clear.

      Pushing against his shoulders for support as he continued to pull and
suck on my low hanging meat, I stood upright, slowly lifting my leg over
his head, easing my heavy endowment from his mouth as his body crumpled on
the side of the commode, apparently spent from what for both of us was a
terrifically emotional orgasm.

     I stepped back from him, awkwardly but eventually standing steadily in
the center of the small room. He didn't move, except for breathing heavily
as I washed the cum and saliva from my groin as best I could in the warm,
clear water, drying it with paper towels until I could get my underwear and
jeans up and buckled over its exhausted mass.

     "Hey, are you all right?" I asked, trying to move his body enough to
open the door. He mumbled something, incoherently, but I could tell he was
all right.  I opened the door, unconsciously holding my hand over my
bulging crotch as I looked out into the basement.

    "Okay, then," I replied, quietly, "I'm leaving. I'll go up ahead of
you."  Raising his arm slightly, he smiled faintly as I left, adjusting the
uncomfortable bulge in my jeans as I started up the stairs, not noticing
the large cum stain, then mostly absorbed through the leg of my jeans.

     Just as I was almost to the door out into the gym, it opened suddenly,
a boy I immediately recognized starting down the steps toward me.

     "Hi," Troy exclaimed, as soon as he saw me. "You look flushed. Is
anyone else down here with you?  Coach asked me to check the gym before he
locks it for the night." I hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say.

     "No, at least not that I know of," I finally replied, pausing on the
landing. "I haven't been down here very long. I was in the bathroom."

    "Oh, yeah?" he remarked, looking down at my jeans and then away as he
continued down the stairs. "You've got some kind of slimy stuff on the leg
of your jeans."

    Glancing down, recognizing immediately what it was, I covered it with
my books, opening the door and going out into the hall, relieved this was
probably the last time I'd have to go through this with Lance.

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			   to be continued . . .