Date: Sun, 25 May 2003 16:51:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Phoenixboy <phoenixboy000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris & Brian

CHRIS AND BRIAN

by Phoenixboy


Chris stole the basketball from Brian and ran for a lay-up.  The ball
bounced off the backboard, hit the rim, and threatened to tip off.
Instead, it rolled the right direction and dropped through the net.

"Two points!" Chris yelled, pleased that he actually made a score against
the bigger boy.

"Yeah, but I still beat you," remarked Brian smugly.

"You don't beat nothing but your meat," laughed Chris, which prompted Brian
to grab him around the neck and dig his knuckles playfully into his skull.
Chris pulled away, rubbing the top of his head.  "Want another go at it?"

"Naw.  I'm pooped.  Gonna hit the showers."  Brian started in toward his
house and Chris followed, grabbing the ball on the way.

The two boys went in the empty house.  "When are your parents comin' home?"
Chris asked.

"They'll be gone for hours," Brian answered.  It was Saturday, and his
parents had gone to visit his grandparents.  At twelve, he was old enough
to be left alone, especially with his friend hanging around.  They were
good boys and could be trusted.

Brian pulled off his sweaty T-shirt and draped it over the back of his
father's recliner in the living room.  "I'm showering first.  You can watch
TV if you want."

"'Kay."  Chris turned on the television, finding the Cartoon Network.
Scooby-Doo and Shaggy were running around, being chased by some fake ghost.
Brian crossed in front of him and Chris couldn't help but let his eyes
follow his friend's glistening torso across the room.  His breathing became
a bit labored and he hoped that Brian didn't notice.  Brian headed down the
hall without pause.  Chris sighed.

He didn't know why his friend caused this type of reaction, but it was
happening more and more.  When they were close together, especially the
times they wrestled, Chris discovered a strange sensation running up his
spine.  He became increasingly interested in Brian's body, noticing the
fine black hairs that only recently appeared on Brian's upper lip.  Brian
was also becoming taller and broader than Chris was, and his voice now had
an odd crackling quality, the effects of the early stage of changing.
Chris wondered if these exhilarating new feelings for his friend were good,
but he couldn't help think about him--about his body--all the time.
Especially at night, lying in bed.

Scooby ended and some other lame cartoon from the 70's came on, but Chris
couldn't concentrate on it.  The sound of the shower drifted to him from
down the hall, and he found himself wandering listlessly toward that sound.

The house was old and the doors were the old-fashioned types with the
keyholes made for skeleton keys--the kind you could look straight through
if you wanted.  Chris reached the bathroom door.  The sound of the shower
was now very loud.  He doubted if his footsteps could be heard from inside
the small room.

Chris closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.  Should he or
shouldn't he?  This was his best friend, after all.  What would Brian think
if he knew Chris was spying on him?  It didn't matter.  The urge was too
great.  He bent down and pressed his eye against the keyhole.

Standing just beyond the door, Brian's image through the hole very clear to
Chris.  His back was to the door and he was still in his shorts, his hand
in the shower testing the water.  He apparently became satisfied with the
water temperature and stepped away from the tub, then unzipped his shorts
and let them fall about his ankles, now only clad in his white jockeys.

Chris inhaled sharply then jumped away from the door, afraid that he had
been heard.  When the door did not open, he chanced another look through
the keyhole.

Brian must not have heard him, for he stepped out of his shorts, oblivious
to everything other than the task at hand.  Hooking his thumbs in the
elastic of his underwear, he shoved them down, exposing his smooth buns to
Chris.  Bending over to pull off the jockeys from his feet, he gave Chris a
close-up view of his butt.

Blood pulsed through Chris's neck and pounded behind his eyes.  He held his
breath, afraid that he was starting to pant.  He realized that was he was
getting an erection.

Brian stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut.  He was now
merely a shape behind the plastic.

Chris pulled at his shorts, allowing his hardening penis room to grow.  He
watched Brian's shape in the shower for a few more moments, then decided
he'd better not chance it much longer.  With his luck, Brian would climb
out of the shower and somehow see him peering at him.  Of course, Chris
really REALLY wanted to see Brian climb out of the shower.  He had now seen
Brian's rear and he would give anything to see the other side.

Returning to the cartoons, Chris eventually heard the water turn off.  A
few minutes later, Brian walked into the living with a towel wrapped around
his still wet body.  Chris tried to act nonchalant when he looked up at
Brian.

"Hey," said Chris offhandedly.

"There's still hot water," Brian said.  He tugged on the towel.  Chris
acted like he didn't notice.  "You can use the other towel that's hanging
up in there."

"Sure thing."  Chris headed toward the bathroom and Brian followed.  Chris
wondered momentarily if Brian was going to join him in the bathroom, but
Brian stopped at the doorway.  He had a strange grin on his face.

"What do you want to do after you get out?" he asked.  "I got some games we
could play."

Chris felt a lump in his throat.  "Sounds good."  He closed the door.

Turning on the shower, he waited for his heart to quit thumping.  He looked
at his thin reflection in the mirror that was steaming up.  He still looked
like a little kid.  Who was he fooling?  He WAS a little kid.  But he was
the same age as Brian.  Why did he feel so much younger?

Chris pulled off his shirt then dropped his shorts.  He regarded himself in
the mirror, his underwear hanging loosely around his narrow hips.  He had
lost his erection, so there was just a small bulge in the front.  He pulled
down his underwear and tossed them onto his pile of clothes, next to the
pile that Brian had left.  He looked down at himself.  His circumcised
penis was just a tiny, round protrusion from his hairless crotch.  He
wondered if it would ever get to be big.  On the heels of that thought, he
wondered how big Brian was.

The water was hot, but not scalding.  Chris soaped up, paying particular
attention to his genitals.  He felt himself stiffen up a bit, so that his
penis stuck out straight, not clinging to his balls like it usually did.

After rinsing the soap from his body, Chris turned off the water, then
pulled the curtain aside.  He was startled to see Brian standing in the
bathroom, still wrapped in the towel.  Chris pulled the curtain back to
cover himself, causing Brian to bark out a laugh.

"Sorry," Brian said, grinning.  "I needed to get my shorts.  Didn't think
I'd bother you."

"No, it's okay," said Chris, feeling his penis shrivel back to near
nothingness.

"Well, come on out and dry off."

Brian's beckoning seemed so rational, but Chris was terrified at being seen
naked.  He reached out and pulled the towel free from its rack and wrapped
it around his waist.  It didn't quite fit all the way around him, leaving
the side of his thigh exposed.  He stepped onto the tile floor, dripping
water.

"So you just gonna stand there and watch me?" Chris asked, trying to hide
his nervous excitement of being like this with Brian, both of them wearing
nothing but towels.

"Naw.  I'm gonna do this!"  Brian whipped his hand out and snatched Chris'
towel before Chris had a chance to react.  In a flash, Brian was racing out
of the bathroom with Chris' towel in hand, laughing.  Chris yelled at him
and bolted after him, not minding his nakedness.

Chris chased Brian into the living room, spraying water everywhere.  Brian
reached the couch when Chris tackled him.  Both boys fell onto the couch,
with Chris on top.  He pinned Brian's arms down.  Brian struggled, but his
laughter weakened him.  Finally wrenching a hand free, Brian tickled Chris'
ribs.  Laughing, Chris released his hold on Brian, who took the opportunity
to roll the two of them onto the floor.  In the process, his towel fell
off.

The two boys wrestled on the carpet for a few minutes, laughing and not
even paying attention to their nakedness.  Finally, Brian got the best of
Chris and pinned him to the floor, sitting on Chris' legs and holding his
arms down.  Chris now had a good look at Brian's privates.  Brian's penis
was perhaps four or five inches long, surrounded by a sprout of black hair.
In the position he was sitting, his balls were a mere inch from Chris'.
Chris also noticed that his own boner was returning.  Brian saw this too
and grinned.

"Looks like you're enjoying this," said Brian.

Chris could feel blood rushing to his face.  However, it did not stop blood
rushing to his other head.  Somehow, the embarrassment made him even more
aroused.  His dick rose up against his belly, feeling very hard.  "Th-that
doesn't mean anything."  It sounded lame to his ears.

"How about this?" Brian asked, then grabbed hold of Chris' stiff cock.  He
squeezed gently.

Chris couldn't believe it.  He inhaled sharply and thought he was going to
pass out.

Brian slid off him, and Chris saw that his penis was trembling and rising
steadily.  Brian began to stroke the other boy's member.  "Like it?"

"Yeah," Chris managed.  He closed his eyes, not able to do much more.  This
was the greatest sense of pleasure he had ever felt.

Brian used his other hand to run a finger along the little rise on Chris'
lower belly just above the penis where hair would be one day.  Chris moaned
and Brian giggled.  "How 'bout this?" Brian asked, then took Chris' hand
and placed it on his own erection.  Chris automatically responded by
grabbing hold.  It throbbed in his hand.

The next thing Chris knew, Brian rolled on top of him again and kissed him
forcefully on the mouth.  His tongue slipped past Chris's lips and played
with his own tongue.  It was wonderful!

Their cocks pressed against one another.  Brian moved his hips so their
genitals rubbed together, slapping back and forth in a pleasing manner.
Chris' balls were solid.  All his attention was in his groin.  His penis
felt enormous, like it was going to explode.

Brian pulled away from him, then kissed his chest.  He moved down Chris'
torso and began to nuzzle his stomach.  He ran his tongue into Chris' belly
button and Chris giggled.  His fingers slid over Chris' stiff prick, then
he licked its head.  Chris jumped, startled.

"Oh my God!" Chris said, feeling light-headed.

Brian grinned.  "You liked that?  Check out this."  He slipped his mouth
over Chris' dick and sucked hard.  Chris nearly screamed in pleasure.
Brian bobbed up and down, letting the dick slide in and out of his mouth.
Chris looked down at him and saw his penis disappear and reappear.  He had
had fantasies about this, but could never imagine what it felt like.  It
was beyond his imagination.

Finally, Brian stopped and Chris sighed.  Brian moved close to his face and
said, "Wanna try it?"

A scary excitement shot through Chris.  "O-okay."  What would Brian's dick
taste like?  Before he had time to ponder, Brian turned around and crawled
over him.  His huge dick hung right over Chris' face.  He could see the
dark little hairs poking out around the base.  Brian's balls were still
hairless, but were drawn up in a tight, wrinkled mass.  Chris touched the
cock, and a wave of unreality passed over him.  He couldn't believe he was
doing this!  He decided he'd better hurry, otherwise he would chicken out.

Chris leaned up, closed his eyes, and took Brian's dick in his mouth.  It
was hot and had an odd taste.  But it wasn't unpleasant.  In fact, as he
started sucking, he realized that he was enjoying it immensely.

Brian found Chris' dick again, and they sucked each other's cocks for a
long while.  Brian massaged Chris' balls, so Chris returned the favor by
nibbling on Brian's nuts.  He sucked on the scrotum, feeling the wrinkles
with his tongue.  He grabbed Brian's buns and squeezed.  He was in heaven.

They eventually parted and lay side by side on the carpet, caressing each
other.  They found each other's genitals again and fondled one another
gently.  Brian gazed lovingly into Chris' eyes and said, "I've been wanting
to do this for a long time."

Chris' voice cracked when he responded.  "Me too.  This is great."

"It can be better," said Brian, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Wanna fuck me?"  He tugged on Chris' dick meaningfully.  It had begun to
go soft, but instantly hardened again.

"F-fuck you?" Chris asked.  "How can I fuck you?  You don't have a
p-pussy."

Brian laughed and hugged Chris tightly.  He nibbled Chris' ear, then
whispered in it, "I don't need a pussy for you to fuck me, you dumb ass.
Get on your knees."

He separated from Chris and watched as Chris got to his knees, confused.
Grinning, Brian dropped to all fours, his rear end right in front of Chris,
who got the meaning.  He moved in closer and pressed up against Brian's
ass.  His cock rubbed up and down the crack.  Chris positioned his cock so
it went under Brian's balls.  At full erection, it was only about two and a
half inches long and not quite an inch in diameter.  It rubbed pleasingly
against Brian's flesh.

"Put it in my asshole," Brian said.  "Fuck me, Chris.  Fuck me.  I want it
bad."

Chris' hands were shaking, but he managed to point his dick right at
Brian's asshole.  Brian spread his cheeks wide.  Chris' dick head touched
the hole.

"Push it in," said Brian, almost groaning.

Chris did as he was told.  It slid in with effort.  It was a little painful
as the skin chaffed against Brian's flesh, but it also felt fantastic.  His
cock slipped inside Brian all the way.  Brian cried out, and Chris was
afraid he had hurt the other boy.  But Brian said, "Go on.  In and out.
FUCK ME!"

Rocking his hips back and forth, Chris fucked Brian.  His cock went in and
out.  The more he did it, the easier it went and the more pleasurable it
was.  He grabbed Brian around the waist while humping him and grasped
Brian's dick.  He jacked him off while pumping his own cock into Brian's
ass.  He pumped faster and faster and faster.

Suddenly, his prick felt like it was exploding.  He cried in surprise.
This was a sensation he had never felt before.  It was more incredible than
anything he had ever experienced, even these new acts he had just learned.

Then it was over.  He pulled his dick out of Brian.  It was going limp.
Some white sticky stuff covered the tip.

"Looks like you came," said Brian.  "Your first time?"

"Yeah," said Chris.  "I never knew what it was, really."

"Now you do."  Brian laughed.  "I've had a bunch of wet dreams.  I jack off
all the time now, and I sometimes cum.  Incredible, huh?"

"Uh-huh."  Chris still wasn't able to talk.

"I'm still hard.  I think it's my turn."  He got up on his knees over
Chris, who still lay on his back.  His pecker had shrunk back down to its
normal little self.  He looked up at Brian nervously.  He wanted it, but
was afraid it would hurt.

Brian's dick looked gigantic.  The little crop of hair was almost
completely hidden behind it.  He shook his body a little and his dick
bopped back and forth.  That made Chris laugh.  Brian grabbed Chris' legs
and pulled the boy toward him.  He lifted Chris up a little so that his
asshole was exposed.  Brian moved his big cock to it.  Pre-cum was dripping
from the tip of the dick.  He smeared it around for lubrication.

"Ready?" Brian asked.  Chris just nodded.

Brian pushed.  His cock entered Chris, who moaned loudly.

After the initial shock, Chris relaxed and let Brian ream him.  It was
painful, but in a pleasurable way.  As Brian pumped, Chris realized that he
did indeed like it.  In fact, he was getting another hard-on.

Both boys moaned and groaned as they fucked.  Eventually, Brian practically
screamed as he came.  Chris felt hot semen run inside him, and down his
inner thigh.  Brian fell back, panting heavily.

"Holy shit," Brian said.  His cock was shrinking, load expended.  But Chris
wasn't going to leave well enough alone.  His dick was throbbing again.  He
wanted more.  He gently nudged Brian so that he rolled onto his stomach,
then climbed onto his back.  Sliding his pecker between Brian's buns, he
eventually entered his asshole again.  This fuck lasted about fifteen
minutes until he shot cum again.

Finally, both boys were exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.
When they woke, Chris felt a little ashamed at what they had done, but
Brian reassured him.  "We had a blast, didn't we?"

"Yeah."

"You were fantastic."

"But...does this mean we're fags?"

"You haven't changed, have you?"

"No."

"Neither have I.  But we can still fuck each other if we want, right?"

"Sure."

"Then let's do it again."  And so they did.

THE END


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