Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2006 21:52:46 -0000
From: succum241@msn.com
Subject: Mick & Friends - 3

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Mick and Friends -- 3

Chapter 2 ended:

During this conversation I had not stopped caressing his body and now my
hands wandered down over his shorts and back a few times. I could clearly
see the outline of his hard-on under his shorts and decided I wanted to
have a full view and so I asked him to lift his bum up a bit as I gently
pulled his shorts down halfway to his knees. For the first time I was able
to really examine Brandon as he lay there passively while I caressed his
body. At least now I had the answer to some of the things I had not
understood before.



Now I knew why Brandon did not seem to have as much body hair as I would
have thought befitted the stage of his development. As I took a lovingly
close look at his most important features, I realised that not only did he
shave some of his hair off, but he kept the rest trimmed. His pubic hair
was cut to just short of half an inch (perhaps a no 2) in length and had
also been shaved into shape. He had a straight, horizontal line of hair
across the lower part of his belly about an inch and a half above his
cock. This line angled off on either side to cut down to his groin. Below
his balls he was shaved clean again. Also his ball bag and cock were shaved
as smooth as a baby's bum. I couldn't believe I had not noticed this before
and said as much.

"Well, um, actually, um, I only did the shaving this last week. Before, I
just kept my hair short." Brandon admitted with a measure of embarrassment.

"Hey, that's so cool." By this time I was rubbing my hand over his balls
and cock and between his legs. "It feels so smooth and sexy. I like it."
Although this might have relieved some of his embarrassment, I was not
saying it for that purpose, but because this is what I genuinely felt. I
really liked the soft and smooth feel of his balls. This was so much
different from what I remembered man no. 3 felt like. Maybe, deep down that
some of the appeal -- to have something different between what I was forced
to experience and what I was now choosing to experience.

I slid Brandon's shorts down the rest of the way and lifted each leg to
take them over his feet, placing his legs down far apart, leaving him
spread-eagled. I then got between his legs and lay down over the top of him
approaching his mouth for a kiss. I could feel his hard cock lying
alongside of mine, separated only by the single layer of my shorts
material. I ground my hips into him as we enjoyed each others
mouths. Breaking away from the snog, I suggested to Brandon that he would
have to take my clothes off before we could go much farther.

"Ok, but you now have to let me tell you what to do." Brandon responded.

I nodded my head and returned to kissing him. I was really enjoying this
kissing game. It kind of made me feel that we had something special between
us; which of course we did, but had not fully realised it yet.

This time Brandon turned his head away to break the kiss, "Get up on your
hands and knees, but stay over the top of me." I did as ordered and Brandon
began to feel my body. He ran his hands up and down my chest and sides and
as far over my bum as he could reach and likewise over my back. After a bit
of this he slid his hands up inside my shirt until he found my nipples
which he began to tease. The next progression saw my shirt pulled up and
over my shoulders, "Take your hands out one at a time, please Mick." He
asked, and I was happy to oblige. Brandon then moved his attention to the
lower part of my anatomy and began caressing my cock through my
shorts. Before long these were slipped down to my knees and his hand
wrapped around my dick and began pumping it. "Lift your knees up so I can
slide your shorts down further." Apart from these few orders, Brandon had
down everything in silence. And lifting my knees was not all involved as I
had to lift my feet and move about a bit so he could use the hand which was
not tugging at my cock to get the shorts off and thrown to the floor. "Now
lie down on top of me again and kiss me some more." Our cocks meshed
together and the bit of precum we had each produced gave a little
lubrication to make them slide along the others stomach. We both worked our
pelvises against the other as our lips united in another time of kissing.

I took the lead again and breaking off the kiss moved so as to get access
to his nipples with my tongue. Swirling it around each one in turn and
gently rolling the erect nipple between my teeth. While I did this I moved
my body so that I was now kneeling on the bed beside Brandon and was able
to move a hand down to feel his smooth cock and balls. My mouth made a
natural progression down and found his navel whereupon I proceeded to give
him a bit of a belly tap with my tongue. Brandon was squirming in pleasure
at my ministrations and I was getting so much joy out of pleasing him. I
was also being sexually charged through what I was doing to a passive
partner and this was evidenced by the string of pre-cum which swayed from
the end of my rock hard cock. Leaving his belly button, my tongue followed
the route which would normally have been marked by a trail of hair, but now
was bald and smooth. I think Brandon must have shaved that morning in
preparation for my coming -- in more ways than one.

As my tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock, his cock jumped
and ran up my tongue, leaving a slug trail of pre-cum, which I spread down
the length of his cock as I moved down to lick his balls. I may not have
enjoyed it at the time, but man no. 3 had at least taught me how to
pleasure a guy in this way.

"Oh, fuck! Mick that is so bloody fantastic." Brandon almost shouted this
out, and I was too pre-occupied to reply, but showed that I had understood
by taking his whole ball bag into my mouth and rolling his balls around
gently with my tongue. I did this for a bit until I could feel the salvia
running down my chin and between his legs. Even with no 3 I used to make a
lot of spit when doing this. With the saliva running I moved up and took
his cock into my mouth. Although I had not had a cock in there for some
time, I found I had not lost any of the ability to take a fat sausage
in. Of course Brandon's cock was also smaller than the one I had learnt on
and so this made it easier. Once I had got a rhythm set in and was bobbing
up and down on his cock easily I began using my free hand to caress his
balls again, but this time allowed my fingers to also stroke the patch of
smooth skin between his balls and his hole, each time getting a bit closer
to actually touching him there. When I finally did make contact with his
bum pucker, he jerked his body in an involuntary reaction to the pleasure
this stimulated. Before long I was concentrating on his hole and was really
circling around it. By instinct Brandon had lifted his legs into the air to
give me better access. I took this as a sign I could go further and so put
on a bit of pressure. Brandon was now holding my head and pushing it as far
onto his cock as he could get it to go and I knew that he was not far off
cumming so I took the plunge and pushed my finger into his arse. He didn't
yelp or say anything but he did push his pelvis up into my face as he
pushed my head down. My finger hit the spot and before he could give any
warning his cock stated to pulsate and he ejaculated his juice onto my
mouth. Not that I minded of course -- I wanted to have his cum to eat. I
kept rubbing on his prostrate and sucking and swallowing and he kept on
pumping for what seemed ages, but I guess was only about ten or twelve
shots and the last of those must have been dry. He then collapsed onto the
bed and lay there as I removed my finger slowly and licked the last remains
off of his cock as I lifted my mouth off of him. Brandon was panting as if
he had just run a 400 meter sprint. "How the fuck did you know how to do
that?" he finally asked.

"From that one shit head my mom dated I told you about."

"Oh yeah. Well I'm not sorry you learnt, just the way you had to learn."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed it!" he shouted, "That was totally fucking awesome. Beyond just
enjoyment. You can do that anytime."

"Will be my pleasure old chap. Now will you do something for me?" I asked.

"I don't know if I can suck you yet. I need some time to think about it."
He answered nervously.

"It's ok. You can think about that while you are shaving me. I want you to
take off all the hair on my body from my neck down. Will you do that,
please?"

"If that is what you want, I will do it with pleasure. But do you want your
legs and arms shaved as well; people could notice and think strange
things?"

"You're right. How would I explain it to mom!  ... Ok, just to my elbows
and knees."

"The razor is in the bathroom. We'll do it in the shower and that way we
can wash you and the hair away afterwards." They had a walk in shower
separate from the bath which meant that we could both fit in. We got into
the bathroom and Brandon went over to the cupboard and got out a can of
shaving foam, a brush and a razor. I looked at these and was about to ask
if they were his dad's. Brandon must have realised my question because he
answered it before I could get to answer it.

"My dad bought me these a couple of months ago. He said he knew I wasn't
really ready to shave, but I was showing some hair and it would be good to
learn."

We stepped into the shower cubicle and Brandon squirted some foam onto me
and then started to spread it around with the brush. When he reached my arm
pits it tickled so much I couldn't help but wiggle about a bit.

"You better control that when I'm shaving or you will get cut." He
giggled. I also laughed and hoped that I would be able to stay still.

When my arms, chest and back were all coated with foam, and had been
suitably tickled (I am very ticklish) to Brandon's liking he set to with
the razor; periodically washing it off under the shower which he had set to
spray a sharp narrow jet and had angled it away from where we were
standing. Once he had scraped that part clean he gave it a close
examination to ensure he had got all the hair and said, "Now for the
interesting part." The first thing he did was to squirt a lump of foam onto
my cock, which was still hard. This had to be the longest it had stayed
hard in a single time. He chose to spread that foam over my cock by hand
rather than using the brush, but of course that was just an excuse to feel
me again. Not that he needed any excuses. More foam was sprayed and now the
brush was used to spread it from my belly to my knees, front and back
without a spot being left untouched by the brush. The tickling of the brush
got me squirming again but I was able to control it as the razor glided
through the foam to leave me smooth like an apple. This done, Brandon again
gave me an inspection and this time he also used his hands to `feel that
there was nothing there'. He then took the shower head which was one of the
detachable types on a flexible hose to wash me down and get the last
vestiges of cut hair and soap off. Paying particular attention to getting
my raging hard-on clean, pulling back the foreskin and making sure that it
was very clean under there as well. I realized that with just a little more
attention, I would go over the edge and cum in his face and so warned
him. At which he opened his mouth and swallowed my cock up to the hilt in
one movement. I was shocked and thrilled at the same time. It only took
about thirty seconds of him sucking and flicking the tip of my penis with
his tongue to bring on my orgasm and I shot into his mouth the biggest load
I have ever produced to that time. Although he swallowed a couple of times
he did not get it all down and some ran out of his mouth. I wiped it off
with my finger and took it to my mouth so as not to waste it.

"Hey Brandon, that was wonderful. I didn't think you would do it. At least
not yet. Thank you."

"I thought that I had got your cock as clean as any other part of your body
and as I didn't mind sharing your saliva why not your juice as well. And I
like it,"

We finished our showers and towelled each other dry. As we walked naked
down the passage we heard the front door open and made a mad dash the last
bit to his bedroom where we threw our clothes on as quickly as we could.

"Brandon, you there?" his father called out.

"Yeah dad," Brandon responded, "We were not expecting you home yet."

"I took off early after your mother called. I thought she would appreciate
finding a meal ready when she got home."

"Dad, she's bringing KFC home."

"Well, it won't be as much of a surprise, but I will phone her and tell her
not to bother."

By this time we had got down stairs and into his father's view.

"Oh, hallo Mick. I had forgotten you were spending the night."

"Hi Mr. Shelley. Nice to see you."

"Well, I'll make that phone call and then we will go out for the KFC."

"Hey did you know that some of these fast food places put chicken fat into
their milk shake mixes to make them get thicker without using so much ice
cream?" I asked.

"You're joking." Brandon stated.

"No. I kid you not. Mom learnt this at one of her weight watchers
clubs. She told me which ones did it, but I can't remember which she said."

"Yes it is true." Brandon's father agreed, "And like Mick, I can't remember
which ones because I don't have to watch my weight and they wouldn't do it
if it was risky, and so I am not really bothered."

Mr Shelley phoned his wife and then we were off to the take-away to get
some dinner.

When we got home again, we all sat down to watch some television while we
waited for Brandon's mom to get home before we ate. After that we had to
spend a bit of time with his parents so as not to be rude. As a result it
was well after 11 o'clock before we could get off to bed. By this time I
was really tired and did not feel like I could do much.

"Well, you can just lay there and let me have my way with you." Brandon
said, "And I bet you won't be able to fall asleep while I do
things. Especially as I want to feel your whole, smooth body."

"But that won't be fair."

"Yes it will."

"No it won't. How can it be fair if you are doing everything and I'm just
getting the fun without giving in return."

"But you will be giving. Don't you think I will be getting pleasure from
giving you pleasure?"

"Yeah, I suppose so ... but I still should be giving as well."

"That's just it. You fat prick. You will be giving by allowing me free roam
to do just what I want, and that will include having my cum all over you."

"I just feel bad because this is the last time we will spend a night
together before I move, and who knows when we will get a chance again. And
now here I am the wimp who doesn't have the go to get it off."

"The only wimpy thing about this is your arguing now. Don't you see? This
is just what I actually want. I want to be able to do this to you. I wank
over thinking about doing this sort of thing. Having some boy just lie
there and let me do just as I please. You will be giving me great pleasure
by doing this my way; and it will also give me the chance to find out if I
get as much pleasure and enjoyment out of it as I have thought I
would. Ok?"



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