Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2008 21:23:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Friedman Subject: Brett and Eddy This story involves sex between boys. If, for any reason, this either isn't your cup of tea or is something you shouldn't be reading, please go do something else. Otherwise, enjoy! This story is totally fictional, and as such, any resemblance to any specific person (living or dead), event, or place is purely coincidental. Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without my prior permission. Comments can be sent to forcewielder2000@yahoo.com; flames will be analyzed for comedic value, and may be distributed with humorous editorial comments by yours truly to others who think like me. ~Mark *************** My friend Brett was hanging out at my house. We were up in my room playing around, mostly on my Xbox 360. Even though he was a year older than I was (his 14 to my 13), we'd been best friends for years. We headed outside for a while and swam around in the pool -- all right, so we didn't swim so much as we'd whack each other with those Styrofoam noodles thingies and shove each other under the water. When we finally decided to head back inside, we started to dry ourselves off with towels, but I didn't want to have the water from our wet swimming suits to get all over, since my mom was always going on about keeping the house clean (I keep telling her she's got Obsessive Compulsive Disorder when it comes to cleaning, though she denies it). I mentioned to Brett that perhaps we ought to stay outside for a while until our swimming suits dry out enough that they wouldn't be a problem (as he hadn't brought a change of clothes). He looked thoughtful for a moment as he ran the towel through his dark hair (which, at least dry, was only a couple of shades darker than my own, though our eyes were almost the same shade of brown). Finally he said, "Well, why don't we just take `em off, Eddy?" "What?!" I gasped out, my eyes practically bulging out. "We're the only ones here right now," he pointed out, "and it's not like either of us has never been naked in front of other guys before. Besides, I'm hungry right now." I hated to admit it, but he was right. Everybody else in my family was out and about on various things (I was actually surprised that my mom had allowed me to have Brett over right now, without any "adult supervision" from my parents or two older brothers around). And we'd both showered after P.E. at school (though we had P.E. in different periods from each other, so we'd never been naked in front of each other before). And yeah, as you probably guessed, I was kinda hungry, too. Brett was looking at me kind of expectantly, so I said, "All right." "Great!" he said, before unceremoniously dropping his swimming suit and giving his waist a quick rubdown with the towel. As I dropped my own swimming suit (admittedly a little more slowly than Brett had) and dried myself off, I found myself checking out Bret out of the corner of my eyes. Over the last year or so, I'd started puberty, and while that didn't bother me (I had actually been looking forward to it for years, after my parents and I'd had "The Talk" when I was 6), what kinda bugged me was that I'd started developing these feelings towards guys -- the same kind of feelings I always assumed were supposed to be directed only towards girls. I noticed that his dick and balls were a little bigger than mine were, and he had a lot more pubic hairs than I did. We headed into the house, both naked as the day we were born, and proceeded to raid the refrigerator. Afterwards, we sat at the table, digesting what we'd just eaten. Across from me, Brett had leaned back in his chair, while I had kind of hunched over the table, leaning on my elbows. I was in the position I was in because I'd sprung an erection while we were eating, and I didn't want Brett to think I was a pervert. Suddenly, Brett jumped up. "Come on," he said. "You owe me a rematch on a couple of those Xbox games." He came over and grabbed my arm, starting to pull me up out of the chair. As he was looking down in order to do so, it didn't exactly take him long to spot my hard dick jutting out. He stopped pulling me up when he saw it, and there were several moments of silence as neither of us moved. "Whoa, don't tell me that's because of me!" he said with a grin. All I could say in response was "Uhhhhhh..." "Well, I guess those rematches are going to have to wait a while," he said. "Come on!" I tried to figure out what he meant by that as he dragged me along towards by bedroom, my dick jutting out like a lance and wagging a bit from side to side as we walked. Brett noticed it and laughed for a few moments. We got to my room, and Brett turned around to face me. Before I could ask him what he was doing, he leaned down (as he's about 2 inches taller than I am) and started kissing me. My eyes went wide, and when he broke off the kiss, he looked into my eyes, grinning. I found a grin slowly spreading across my own face. Brett reached out and started stroking my dick and balls. I shuddered as these amazing feelings coursed through my body. After a few moments he took me by the hand and we went over to the bed. Brett sat down on the bed and spread his legs apart. "Eddy, suck my dick! Please!" was all he said. I squatted down between his legs and gazed at his dick and balls. What an amazing sight they were! I glanced up at Brett's face, and saw him looking down at me, still grinning. I returned my gaze back to his dick and balls for a moment before I picked his limp dick up, leaned forward, and took it into my mouth; my nose was in his pubic hairs and my chin was on his balls. I moved my hand away and started sucking the dick of my best friend. "Mmmmm," he said, running his hands through my hair. I quickly had to pull back a bit as his dick extended in length as it hardened. I continued to suck for a while until Brett had me pull up. He scooped me up and dropped me onto the bed. He then laid down on top of me; his dick and balls were right on top of mine, and my dick and balls felt like they had electricity coursing through them. Brushing my hair off of my forehead, he gazed into my eyes for a moment before he kissed me again. We laid there for a couple of minutes, just looking into each other's eyes and kissing. Then he got up, grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs up until my knees were pressing my chest, and spread my legs apart. He got down by my butt, pointed his dick in the direction of my butthole, and started entering me. I cried out from the pain of the penetration, and he stopped partway inside me. I laid there panting for a few moments before he continued pushing his dick into me, going slower this time. Soon he was all the way inside me, and he paused for a few moments before starting to slide his dick in and out of me. I laid there panting and clutching the sheets under me as Brett banged my butt. He had started out thrusting slowly, but soon picked up speed until he was practically slamming his dick into me. While it hurt a little to have Brett's dick in me, it seemed to be hitting a certain spot inside me that felt really good. Suddenly my semen started shooting out of the end of my dick, spraying all over me. Brett laughed, but kept thrusting. It took him several more minutes before he came into me. Breathing hard, Brett let go of my ankles and pulled out of me, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I moved over to sit next to him, wincing slightly as my butt still ached a bit. Brett put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a quick hug. "This has been one of the best days of my life," he said. "Thanks, Eddy." "Not a problem," I replied. He stood up, and said, "I'd better get going. I have to be home in time for dinner, and you know how my mom gets when I'm late for anything." "All right," I said. "See you." "See you," he replied.