Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2005 21:06:44 +0100 (BST)
From: art_i_fex@yahoo.com
Subject: Tom and Grant part 1.

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"Tom and Grant" part 1.

Characters in this chapter:

Thomas/brown hair/hazel eyes/5'8"/130 lbs./slender/fair skin/18 in less
than a month

Grant/brown hair/brown eyes/5'9"/170 lbs./athletic muscle, built/tan skin/17

Chapter 1

Grant and I had been friends since kindergarten. We had gone to the same
school until I started home schooling in the fourth grade. During the time
I was home-schooling, I became lonely and depressed, but kept it all inside
and wore a happy face most everywhere I went. Grant was one of the only
people that didn't forget me when I left the school. One of the main
reasons for my sadness was my homosexuality, which up until recently, no
one really knew about. One day, I got a call, which is rare, and it was
Grant. That call was destined to change my life. I saw his number on the ID
and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Thomas, watcha doin'?"

"Nothin much here, you?"

"Well, I was fixin to have some people over to play Halo and swim."

"Ohhh, I see. Well, need me to bring anything?"

"Just a remote and some trunks."

We chatted a little longer on details, then hung up. God his voice is sexy!
I couldn't get the images of him out of my head as I asked my mom if I
could go. Of course, she said yes, knowing that I have no social life at
all except for church, and that is where I see Grant the most. Before long,
I was in my car driving the six miles through the wooded country roads of
my rural Mississippi area to Grant's house. When I got there, there were no
other cars; I figured that I lived closer than most of his friends, and
that I had just beat them there.

I walked up to the large two-story semi-mansion and rang the door
bell. Grant's father is a dentist, and the family lives 'comfortably',
although they are not snobby in any sense of the word. Grant answered the
door with a smile, showing off his perfect smile. "Hey Thomas, come on in."
We exchanged hellos and such and immediately went up stairs to put my stuff
in the game room.

"Where is everybody?", I asked. "I guess I beat them here, huh?" He
shrugged his shoulders as he pulled the xbox outa the cabinet and began
hooking up remotes and such and said, "Yea, guess so."

I stared at him with his back turned. He was wearing red tennis shorts made
out of that clingy, silky material and a white t shirt with the sleeves cut
out. His strong, chiselled muscles were bulging from his shoulders to his
defined calves, down to his bare feet. I just stood there taking in his
masculine beauty as I had so many times before, when I suddenly felt a slap
on my shoulder.

 "Hey Thomas." I looked over my shoulder and into those beautiful eyes that
belonged to none other than Mark, Grant's older brother. He was as hot as
his little brother in his own right. Both are athletically built and
cute. Not GQ model type cute, at least not totally, but not Marlboro rugged
cowboy type either. Both were masculine and refined. To sum it up easily,
they are both drop dead gorgeous to look at!

 As Mark made his entry, Grant looked up and smiled at his older bro and
said, "You gonna 'play' with us?" As he said this, I could not help but
notice the way that he emphasized the word, 'play' in that sentence, as
though he as insinuating something more than the word implied. But I just
brushed it off.

Mark looked down at his sexy bro with a smile and said, "Well, later on. I
have to go take care of stuff at dad's office. Today is my day to do yard
work up there." Grant lifted his head from the tangle of cords, "Oh right,
I forgot about today being your day." Mark began putting on the shoes he
had been toting and said, "But I'll be home before supper." I then tore my
eyes off of their muscular bodies and well-packed mid- sections and asked,
"Are your parents out for the day?" Grant looked over at me and said,
"They're in New Orleans for a seminar, they'll be gone for a few days. They
left this morning." "Ohhh, I see. So we can do whatever we want, huh?" I
said with a evil grin. I meant it as joke, but Grant and Mark looked at one
another with the same grin and said, "Yep."

 After that, Mark said good bye and left for the office which was about ten
miles away, and Grant and I went down to the kitchen to get some food and
drinks.

***

While we were sitting at the kitchen island, having sweet tea and Debbie
cakes, we were mostly silent. It seemed to me that he had something on his
mind, or that he was scoping me out, studying me for some reason. I would
see him in my peripheral vision staring at me, then he'd go back to slowly
eating his Doughnut stick. Finally, after about ten minutes, Grant asked,
"Wanna go swimming?" "Sounds good to me.", I answered wadding up the two or
three wrappers I had accumulated. We went up stairs to his room.

Usually, he seems more bashful when he is changing. Usually, he will go to
the bathroom with me in his room, or something, and he always wears white
briefs under his swimming suit, which I personally hated from the moment I
changed with him the first time! This time was different for sure, he not
only changed in my presence, but also removed his boxers right there in
front of me! This was a stretch for sure, and I could tell that it was a
stretch for him as well. He seemed a little uncomfortable, which puzzled me
considering that he could have gone in private as he usually did. I didn't
say anything, nor did I let on (at least not intentionally) that I was
staring at his half-hard, continually plumping cock.

It looked like it was about four, four and a half inches right then and it
wasn't completely hard yet. He had a very nice bush of pubic hair that had
never seen a razor before. (I asked him once if he had tried that and he
denied that the notion had ever crossed his mind). Me, on the other hand,
had just shaved every last trace of pubic hair off of my mid-section, and
was totally smooth. I do it for no particular reason, I had let it grow for
several weeks, but got tired of my cum getting matted in the thick pubes,
and shaved them off again. Plus it makes my seven inches look bigger than
it really is, can't argue with that right?

I snapped out of my daze when I heard Grant chuckle and say, "What happened
down there?" He had a devastatingly sexy grin smeared across his tanned
face, and dimples that made his attempted menacing look appear even more
fake. I simply grinned and said, "Got tired of dealin with em." He chuckled
again and I said, "Nice jungle. . .is that where your dick is hiding?" I
knew damn well that his cock was probably close to the same size as mine,
and that his was getting harder as we spoke, but didn't mind staying on the
subject a little longer...or a lot longer for that matter!

 He looked down and jokingly said, "Did you hear what he just said about
you buddy? He said you're small! What do you think we should do about it?"
I was laughing hysterically while he pretended to have a conversation with
his nearly erect cock. He turned his head as if listening to a voice, then
said, "Kick his skinny white ass? Well, if that's what you want junior!" I
was busy laughing my ass off with tears in my eyes until I found myself on
the floor, tackled by 170 lbs of solid football muscle. We rolled wrestling
on the floor back and forth until I managed to sit straddling his waist,
his hard cock against my ass, and my hands pushing down on his chest tying
to hold his writhing, laughing body down.

I said jokingly, "You give Mr. Football tackling machine? Oooooo you just
got pinned by a 'skinny ass' 130 pounder! What now?" I was rubbing it in as
much as possible, hoping to put some more fight into him. I succeeded, but
didn't realize it until I was flipping over to the side and landed hard on
my side making a loud thump on the second story floor.

He had bucked me and rolled over on me so that he was now the one holding
me in a pin. I tried to buck him, but he did a better job pinning me so
that I couldn't do it. He put his knees on my upper arms, holding my arms
out to the sides, so that I could not move very much except for my legs,
which were thrashing about trying to find some sort of footing. I was
laughing so hard that I didn't realize that his penis was like, a few
inches above my face. It appeared to be as hard as a penis could get as its
7 inches of circumcised goodness bobbed over my face. He looked down at me
not laughing, but with a wicked grin plastered on his chiselled face.

T.B.C. Feel free to mail me at art_i_fex@yahoo.com