Date: Mon, 25 May 2020 07:08:43 +0000 From: darsian_435 Subject: The Amazing Tristan Part 2 (Sci-Fi, Young Friends) Tristan was in between dreams and his new bedroom around 2 am, his bladder blaring at him to make a trip to the bathroom. He laid there trying to ignore the pressure but finally decided that he needed to get up and take care of it if he was going to get back to sleep. He sleepily crept to the bathroom and sat down to pee so that he didn't wake up Kyle or Jonathan. He didn't flush, and got back to bed, more awake now. He laid there thinking about his new home. His eyes wandered to Jonathan's sleeping form, on his back breathing through his wide open mouth, clearly dreaming. Tristan had never really had many close friends, he had never slept over at another boy's house, and had certainly never slept in the same bed with another boy before. The pale blue light of the moon shone in through the window at the head of the bed. Jonathan was fully illuminated, he had kicked his covers off and they were bunched up at his feet. Tristan scooted closer to his new brother to look at him more closely. His mouth was open and there was peach fuzz on his upper lip. His nose was smooth and small, and his long eyelashes fluttered as he dreamt of who knows what. His cheeks were smooth, and slightly rosy. Tristan could see the faint beginnings of an adam's apple on his soft neck, muscles moving slightly beneath the surface as he unconsciously swallowed, his lips smacking a bit before returning to their open state. Tristan's eyes moved to Jonathan's hairless chest, whose right hand rested near his heart, as if he were pledging allegiance in his sleep. His chest rose and fell slowly with each breath. His left hand was tucked behind his pillow, the few wisps of hair that had formed in his armpit were visible if you looked closely enough. Further south, his belly button was perfectly round, surrounded by a flat, undefined belly. He could see the top of Jon's boxer shorts, and the valleys between his belly and hip bones. Tristan's eyes lingered on the other boy's boxer waistband, and he gulped. He was wide awake now. He had never really thought about his sexuality, but something about hanging out with Jonathan had awakened something deep inside of him. He reached down and readjusted his briefs a little, his dick was hard, he liked looking at Jonathan ... he liked looking at Jonathan a lot. Tristan moved closer, scooting down the bed a bit. He moved carefully, hyper-aware of every movement he made, as not to wake Jonathan. Tristan slowly and gently rested his hand above Jonathan's waistband. His pinky finger teased the border between fabric and skin as he stared at Jon's sleeping face. He stayed that way for a while. His heart thumped in his chest at the excitement of venturing into places unknown. He felt the warmth of Jon's abdomen rising and falling with each breath. He teased the border a bit more and slipped his pinky beneath the waistband, eyes wide as his hands explored his new brother. Jonathan sighed in his sleep and Tristan froze for a bit before continuing on. Tristan knew he was different, "down there" that is. He hadn't ever seen another boy's private bits up close. This seemed like a pretty good opportunity to do so without much danger of awkward social situations. Well ... unless Jonathan woke up, that is. That certainly would be awkward. But ... 13 year old boys don't think very far ahead with their plans now do they? Jonathan's boxers were quite loose, and Tristan could feel the fabric stretching apart as he pulled them away from Jonathan's waist. Looking at Jonathan's face a bit longer and feeling reassured that he was still asleep, he let his fingers creep further down below Jonathan's waist. As his fingertips drifted south, he felt fuzz and then made contact with the base of Jon's penis. Tristan felt his face flush, and was breathing heavily. He gently grasped the shaft and began to slide the loose skin up and down, while it inflated with blood. Tristan held his breath as he felt Jonathan's dick grow to its full size. He manuevered Jonathan's dick out of the opening of his boxers, and marveled at how beautiful it was. Jonathan still fast asleep, eyes fluttering. Tristan felt for his own cock, pulling his waistband below his balls. He was rock hard. He began to stroke it gently while looking at Jonathan's beautiful form. He hastily pulled the covers back over Jonathan and made his way to the bathroom, his cock felt like it was about to explode. He silently closed the door by turning the doorhandle before shutting it, and put his weight into the door before slowly releasing the door handle. The door to Kyle's room was shut already. He moved to the toilet and moaned as precum dripped from his cockhead. He watched intently as he allowed his cock to grow further. He scooped up a glob of precum before it fell into the toilet and coated his dick with it. It felt amazing. All he had was a nightlight in the bathroom, but it was more than enough to see his enormous cock glistening with precum as his hand slid up and down, his fingers unable to reach the other side around his throbbing shaft. The feeling from the night before began to creep into his groin. He suddenly remembered the amount of cum he had produced hours earlier, and the need to flush it all down the toilet to avoid anyone discovering it. He was going to wake up Jonathan if he flushed the toilet. Panicking but unable to stop stroking his leaking dick, he suddenly had an idea. He turned and sat down on the toilet, moaning gently as he lengthened his cock further, bringing his cockhead level with his mouth. Still stroking his obscenely long pole, he leaned forward and pulled the head into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he began to sweep his tongue across the sensitive tip of his dick, both preforming and receiving his first blowjob. Precum poured from his hole into his mouth and he gulped it down greedily. He teased his pisshole with his tongue and sucked at the stream of clear liquid seeping out. Wimpering, he shoved his dick further into his mouth and began to cum. His cockhole expanded as the sides of his cockhead pushed at the opening to his throat, and cum flooded his esophagus. "Mmmmhpphhhh." he shuddered as he gulped it down. "Holy shit, I can't believe I never figured this out before." he thought. Slowly the flow began to subside and he gently withdrew his quivering cock, licking at the head and then his lips as he did so. He leaned back on the toilet, breathing heavily as his dick returned to its normal size. He let out a small burp and giggled, feeling incredible. There was a warm buzz in his belly, he could feel the cum's weight in his gut, sloshing around in a thick mass. He quietly opened the door and returned to the bed with Jonathan, who hadn't moved an inch since he left him there before. Peeking under the covers, he could still see Jonathan's erection at full mast, and he suddenly had another idea he wanted to try. Tristan grasped his half hard dick and squeezed out some more clear liquid. He mewed and a bit more came out, concentrating deeply, precum spilled down the side of his hand. He seemed to be able to produce it at will. He could barely contain his excitement as he laid next to Jonathan, his hand cupped and filled with precum. He guided his hand to Jon's mouth, accidentally dripping a few drops on the way. He gently rested his hand on Jon's lower lip, and tilted his palm towards Jon's tongue. Jonathan involuntarily licked at his lips and swallowed, smiling a bit. Tristan gasped at how hot this was. Jonathan began to moan in his sleep, eyes fluttering in his continued dream. Suddenly Jonathan woke up, Tristan immediately shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Jonathan felt ... flushed and, well, tingly. He noticed that his dick was out of his boxers, hard, and quickly glanced over at Tristan who appeared to be fast asleep. He reached down to push his dick back into his boxers and was confused to find an erection slightly bigger than usual. He struggled to manuever it back into his boxers but finally completed the task and drifted back to sleep. Tristan's effort to appear asleep had worked quite well, as he actually drifted off to sleep, dreaming of his new brother.