The boys get back together as their friendship takes new turns.

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Chapter 3. A Back Door Opens

They both sensed that their friendship was moving to a different level and that perhaps their own sense of who they are was changing as their gender preference assumptions had clearly been tested. A week passed since the private session in Brad's bedroom, but they openly talked about their feelings and how their private sessions of release were now filled with fantasies of each other rather than females whose bodies were still a mystery, but for which they had used as fantasy material previously.

Nicky reminded Brad that he `owed him one' and was reassured that the debt would be paid and that there was some anticipation of doing that as soon as possible. They had also Googled on the subject of the relationship they were in and learned that it was somewhat normal for the experimentation to occur between. They also learned that the mouth was but one of two body cavities that could accept their hardness and offer up intense pleasure.

There was an opening in their schedules that weekend that permitted Nicky to visit Brad's home when they were assured several hours of privacy and could enter into their secret world once again. They quickly headed off to Brad's bedroom, one that he shared with his 11 year old brother. The room was moderately sized with twin beds separated by a shared night stand. The beds were unmade and the smell of boys' sox and under pants waiting for the washer was faintly present.

Brad pulled the covers back from his bed so that just the fitted mattress sheet was visible, an advance plan to ensure they bed spread did not become stained with their deposits. `Be right back' he said and returned to the room with a box of Kleenex and several towels from the hall closet.

Nicky had already begun to remove his clothing, explaining to Brad that he expected to last a lot longer for the first session since he has provided a suitable release in the shower that morning. Brad smiled and retrieved a wadded ball of Kleenex from under his bed and tossed it playfully at his partner. `Way ahead of you' he responded.

Silently the boys stripped off their clothes, their excitement already visible. Brad sank to his knees and smelled his partner, the faint odor of vinegar mixed with his other intimate smells. He felt along the shaft, then for the orbs within the loosely hanging sac. He opened his mouth and guided the rocket inside, and sucked gently. He felt Nicky's knees buckle slightly as he responded to a sensation that was beyond his expectations.

Brad worked his head up and down, trying different approaches. He felt Nicky's hands on his head, guiding him. Not sure where to put his hands he reached behind and grabbed the fleshy mounts that guarded his back door.

He felt a salty taste in his mouth, not unlike what his own emissions had been and knew that the more mature boy was beginning to leak his lubricating fluids. As Nicky controlled his head movements, Brad manipulated his friend from behind, parting the cheeks and seeking to explore the secret passageway.

His middle finger made contact with the silky smooth opening which was slightly waxy with his own natural secretions. Nicky could take it no more and pulled his friends head in deep, his nostrils deep against his developing bush and held him there while he began to climax. The bitter taste caught Brad by surprise and he attempted to uncouple but Nicky held him tight, filling his mouth with his seed. Brad protested with sounds of gagging and disgust but only when his 15 seconds of bliss were over did Nicky push his head away and release him from his grip.

Brad immediately spat the contents of his mouth into the palm of his hand and flashed some anger as he glared at his mate. His anger was real, his prior engorgement now limp as he reacted to the vileness of his abuse. The wet globules of saliva and semen intermingled in his hand. He thrust it to Nicky's face and said `you try and swallow this, its nasty'. Instead of that, he grabbed some tissues and began to mop up the mess from his partners hand, while apologizing for clearly being more dominant than was anticipated.

Brad was clearly upset as he spat the remaining contents of his mouth into another handful of tissue. Both balled them up and fired them onto the floor. Nicky then reached for his upset friend and brought their lips together, saying `let me taste'. His too found that his deposit was unpleasant in both its faint odor on Brad's breath and the strong gamy taste.

They went to the bathroom to rinse their mouths and each took a fingertip of toothpaste to their finger to improve the taste of their breath. As Brad brought the finger to his mouth his nose captured the sweet aroma of where he had pushed against Nicky's back door and the scent created a reaction below that surprised him as he began to stiffen once again in reaction to nothing but the smell of the tip of his finger.

Nicky saw his friend's reaction and went to him to hug and apologize once again. `I don't know what happened, I felt like an animal, I could not stop. I never meant to hurt you' he said with his hand down below feeling the hardness within his smooth loose skin.

Brad decided it was time to `man up' shrugged his shoulders and pulled his friend towards him and said `it's over' meaning that the anger was passed, not that their relationship was ending.

He put his hands behind Nicky's back again, pulling apart the mounds once again and finding the aperture, before trying to penetrate it with his finger. Nicky's yelped slightly and Brad smiled and said `you are not the only animal in the room'.

Somewhat tentatively Nicky asked if Brad really wanted to do that. He shrugged his shoulders and said he was not sure, but maybe it was worth trying.

Nicky looked at the size of his friends endowment, with its slender size he knew it was much smaller than the stools he regularly passed with no discomfort and felt there would be no harm in letting him have a go.

`Go ahead and do me, you deserve it' he told Brad. Heading back to the bedroom Brad grabbed the jar of Vaseline that was on the vanity top.

Unsure of what positions to take, but knowing that adequate lubrication was the first order Brad retracted himself and liberally coated his lance with a thick coating of the greasy lubricant. He suggested Nicky get on all fours on the bed, and put a towel down first to protect the sheets from god knows what. He used a thumb and forefinger to separate the cheeks and saw the pink hole surrounded by a puckered purple halo. No hair had started to sprout in this area yet. He laid his greasy finger in the crease between the mounds and wiped as much excess lube as he could across the object he intended to penetrate.

`I am going to try a finger first OK? He asked. Nicky nodded concurrence and in a moment Brad had inserted his index finger deep inside. Nicky gasped, more in surprise than pain and Brad could feel his finger being contracted against by the insides of his passageway. He pulled out and positioned himself at the opening and placed the tip in a docking position with its counterpart. He tried to push in but the resistance was strong as Nicky's initial reaction was to tighten up. His hardness flexed with discomfort as it was unable to open the passageway.

`Can you relax a bit' he asked and Nicky offered to try. This time, Brad brought himself to the position and fully retracted his hood so the pink tip of his spear was touching the pink inner surface that was now more visible as Nicky relaxed his muscles as best he could.

He began to penetrate, his knob disappearing while the circular muscle clamped down behind it.

`Here goes' he said as his rock hard wiener was now able to glide itself inside of Nicky. He tentatively thrust in and out and checked in with Nicky that all systems were go. Then his primal instincts kicked in and he began the rhythmic thrusting that males are programmed to do to bring forth their essence. He stopped once more and asked Nicky how it was. `Not bad, better than I thought, actually there's a thing inside that feels pretty good if you go real deep and touch it'.

Brad took him at his word and began to give him the deepest possible thrusts and Nicky would grunt in pleasure when he hit the magic spot. Brad reached for him and noted his hardness had returned. He also noticed that the towel below was capturing the drools of his pre-arrival fluid that were leaking in a large quantity from his slit.

`OK inside?' he asked. Nicky took this to mean that his climax was near and it was time to pull out or fill up. `Inside's good' he responded. After several more mighty thrusts Brad froze and Nicky knew what was happening inside him. He could not feel the fluid entering him, but did feel the contractions as the tip was against his pleasure nub and rose and fell against it, leaking more of his fluid to soil the towel below, as Brad emptied his inside of him.

Brad pulled out slowly, his shaft coated with grease and his cum fluid. The skin pulled back over the knob as it exited. The tightly furled knot that closed around him was soiled with some bowel debris. He looked at the hole he had just exited, slowly closing and saw his clear fluids mixed with some of the muddy residual leak out and threaten to drop on the towel. He grabbed a few tissues and blotted the area dry. Nicky stood up and felt gravity pulling a bit more sludge from his hole and placed his hand back there to catch anything as he quickly headed for the bathroom.

Brad followed and once inside Nicky sat on the bowl and released a slightly watery gaseous trickle of grease, juice and stool. He wiped himself repeatedly, surprised at the continued leakage. Brad looked at what sort of mess he had on himself and noted that there was some remains of the fudge contained within the confines of his sheath. He could smell the unpleasant odor of feces in the air.

He went to the tub and turned on the water, stepped inside and motioned for his friend to join him in getting cleaned up. Nicky was still in a state of need as he entered the shower and Brad was able to bring about a successful conclusion with the use of hair conditioner to glide him to a weaker but still satisfying spray of his honey against the tiles of the shower, when then were washed away by the water that cleansed them of each others residuals.

They returned to the room with fresh towels to wipe down their bodies. The room was ripe with the foul smell of their intercourse. Brad opened up the window to air out the space as they dressed and looked at each other, wondering what could possibly come next.

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