Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2019 07:40:31 -0400
From: Erik Laufeyson <offsprng7x@gmail.com>
Subject: There Goes the Neighborhood 3

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"Chickenpox?!" I said with surprise.

I was standing in Robbie's basement bedroom with my backpack full of
clothes for the sleepover still in my hand. He was sitting on his bed,
almost hunched over, watching TV when I walked in. His face and arms were
dotted with a pinkish-white lotion and I could read the misery on his face.

"Yeah," he said. "Friggin' chickenpox."

It was hard to tell if he was angry, sad, or just had no energy left in
him.

"But it's finally Saturday," I said. "How are we going to jer - " I
realized where I was all of a sudden and that I had passed Robbie's brother
Max in his own bedroom across the basement on my way in. I lowered my
voice, "but how are we going to ... you know, if you have chickenpox?"

"I don't think we can," he replied. "I've just been laying here all day, I
feel like shit."

"Wait - why am I sleeping over then if you're sick?" I asked. Not that I
was ONLY coming over to mess around with Robbie all night but that was a
pretty strong motivator.

"I think my mom asked your mom if it would be okay since I've been down
here all day," he said sleepily. "I guess she thought I could use the
cheering up. You had chickenpox before, right?"

"Yeah, bunch of years ago," I said. Ungh, mom, really? I was all for
helping out my friend but clearly he was in no mood to hang out let alone
play all night. I guess it was nice our moms thought I could help but it's
not like we're kids, Robbie could entertain himself if he were
sick. Whatever, I was there already I guess so I may as well set up camp
for the night.

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A few hours later and I was sitting on the floor with my back against
Robbie's bed. We'd been watching TV and I realized that he'd been quiet for
a while now. I stood and stretched my back as I'd been sitting for too
long. Looking over to the bed, Robbie was zonked out and sprawled across
the bed.

He was on his back but slightly turned toward me. He looked so incredibly
peaceful and content, a definite improvement from the past few hours where
he was aggravated and frustrated because of the chickenpox. His t-shirt
rode up slightly in front revealing the smooth skin of his stomach. I
wanted so desperately to pull the shirt up more and just run my hands all
over his stomach and chest. His torso was one of my favorite places on his
body and I loved caressing it up and down.

As if on cue to tease me, he shifted in his sleep and he moved up
slightly. His pajama shorts, which were clearly quite old and worn in, were
pulled down slightly revealing more of his lower torso. He couldn't have
planned it better if he had tried as the very beginnings of his black pubes
were showing above the rim of the too-small shorts. The fact that I didn't
jump on him and rip all of his clothes off was a testament to my
self-control.

Since we agreed a few days earlier to not jerk off until tonight I was at a
horny level of 13. Falling asleep on Friday night was almost impossible as
I kept thinking about what Robbie and I would be doing Saturday night in
his room. I kept telling myself all night that I was going to try and move
us into blowjobs and not just jerking each other off and exploring our
bodies. Now I had to deal with Robbie playing cock tease in his sleep? Just
unfair.

I decided since Robbie was asleep and Saturday night TV wasn't exactly the
best I'd just give up and go to bed. I unfurled the sleeping bag on the
floor and grabbed my backpack, taking my pajamas out. I usually didn't
sleep in much but since this wasn't my house I brought a loose-fitting tank
top and an old pair of red shorts. The shorts were extremely worn and faded
but that just made them super comfortable. I'd often wear just the shorts
to bed but figured I should wear some more just in case.

I took my shirt off and threw it next to the backpack. I slipped my belt
off and undid the button and zipper on my jeans. Instinctually I paused for
a moment. It still wasn't completely natural for me to get naked in someone
else's house. I glanced over and Robbie was still sound asleep. How did it
feel scandalous to get changed while he w asleep in the room but I was
clawing to take both of our clothes off several times in the past week?

I slipped the jeans off and folded them on the floor next to my shirt. I
felt a little thrill standing in Robbie's bedroom in just my black
briefs. The blue, flickering light of the TV kept things pretty dark still
and I took a moment to look myself over in the full-length mirror attached
to the bedroom door.

At 14 I was definitely not an early bloomer. I didn't have muscles or
definition at all - mainly because my interests involved a lot of sitting
like reading, movies, and video games. I wasn't fat either though since I
never really got super hungry so I was able to stay pretty thin. My
buzzcut'd brown hair was fun to run my hands over but wasn't going to be
winning any look awards.

I did like the way my butt looked in the black briefs though. It rarely
showed when I wore pants (it was the 90s after all, baggy was in) but in my
underwear it looked good - probably because I bought one size too small so
it really hugged and pulled in all the right places.

As I looked in the mirror I figured I'd go all out since I was here. I
stuck my thumbs under the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down to
the floor. I stretched out my soft dick and let it enjoy the cool basement
air for a minute.

The smaller size briefs also made my package look bigger than it really
was. I certainly wasn't overly deficient in the penis area but I wouldn't
have porn directors knocking down my door either. At full mast, I just
measured 5 inches but I was a grower to be sure. When I was soft I was
definitely shorter and it didn't help that I had gotten hair earlier than
some other guys. I had a substantial brown bush that hid part of my cock
when it was soft. It would be years before I knew that trimming it was a
thing so for now I just enjoyed playing with it from time to time.

I was starting to get turned on again as I was standing in Robbie's room
naked again but I knew nothing could happen tonight. I could jerk myself
off, I thought, but it wouldn't be the same. I shrugged to myself, pulled
my briefs back on, then put on the red shorts and baggy tank top which
probably showed more skin than shirt on me (because the 90s). I flicked the
TV off and the room seemed pitch black until my eyes started to adjust.

I was about to slip into the sleeping bag when I realized there was a
flickering light coming from underneath the bedroom door. Max, Robbie's
brother, must still be awake. His bedroom was across the basement but
clearly he was watching TV. Good, I didn't have to go to sleep after all. I
checked on Robbie just to make sure and he was definitely asleep.

Closing his bedroom door behind me I made my way over to Max's bedroom. The
door was open so I took a step inside. He was sitting cross-legged on the
bed watching TV. He wasn't wearing a shirt (it was summer after all) but
had on a pair of faded red pajama pants, the kind with the drawstring.

He looked much older than 12 in this position and the blue light of the TV
in the darkness gave his tanned skin and dark blonde hair and almost
ethereal look. The whisps of hair on his arms glistened in the light of the
TV and just drew my attention to his arms even more.

"Hey, Max," I said. He turned abruptly, I apparently startled him.

"Oh, jeez!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you," I said with a small chuckle.

"S'fine," he said. "What's up?"

"Ungh, I'm bored. Robbie's been asleep for a while and I don't want to go
to bed yet," I said. "What are you doing?"

"Just watching TV," he said with a shrug. "Wanna watch or something?"

"Sure," I said as I sat on the floor. I had to crane my neck to see the TV
on top of his dresser.

"You can sit up here, you know," he said.

I wasn't sure that was the best idea. I'd already started seeing Max in a
way different light over the past few days after accidentally stealing one
of his jockstraps. These shorts I was wearing would not exactly hide much
should I get excited but if I didn't move up there my neck would be in
serious pain soon.

"Yeah, okay," I said as I stood and climbed onto the bed beside him. I made
sure to put him between myself and the TV so I could steal glances. I knew
the shorts wouldn't hide much but when you're 14 years old and haven't
jerked off in days your mind tells you to do some stupid shit.

I tried to soak up as much of his body as I could. He was starting to gain
muscle from playing football and was stockier than Robbie or me to begin
with. I didn't really see a lot of fat on him, he was just thicker. That
thickness meant a chest that I so wanted to run my hands all over. He
didn't have any hair yet but his chest was already starting to look more
like a man's than my flat nothing. His pecs came out just a little from his
chest which made his dark nipples beacons for my eyes to follow.

Since he was sitting cross legged he was leaning forward a bit which caused
his pants to droop down in the back. It was dark in the room but I could
swear I could see the beginnings of his ass crack just below the small of
his back. This tease drove me wild instantly. Exactly what I thought would
happen did and my cock was quickly rising.

Shit. I knew this would happen and here I was. I tried to shift myself but
it wasn't enough. I'd need to find a way to get this hardon down and there
was no way I could do it here with him in the room.

"I need to hit the head, I'll be back," I said as I got up quickly. I tried
to make it one quick motion, get up from the bed and out the bedroom
door. I tried to turn my body just enough that he wouldn't be able to see
the tent in my shorts but also wouldn't think I was acting weird. I didn't
dare to turn around to see if he even looked at me as I got up for kept
watching TV. I was out the door and into the basement.

Across the room, I began ascending the stairs to go to the bathroom. I
didn't really have to go but I needed to go somewhere. Plus, if he didn't
hear me go up the stairs he would think something was up and come out to
see me standing there with an erection after sitting on the bed with
him. Not my ideal Saturday night.

I headed upstairs and made sure their stepdad was, as he always seemed to
be, passed out on the living room couch. I scuttled across the floor to the
bathroom and hung out in there for several minutes as my erection started
going down. I knew I wouldn't be able to hang out with Max tonight and I
felt weird jerking off in someone else's bathroom so I'd just tell him I
was going to go to sleep and head back to Robbie's room.

I steeled myself, told my penis to stay down for the love of God, and let's
just get through this next minute and a half. I went back downstairs and
took a breath before standing in Max's doorway. Just as I was about to tell
him I was going to go to bed I stopped in stunned silence. My mouth hung
open in complete shock.

Max was standing in the middle of the room and had changed from his pajama
pants into a jockstrap.

He had his hands perched on his hips and legs slightly apart, as if I had
been running late and just arrived to a scolding. It seemed a much more
adult pose and combined with the sexual energy radiating off of him as he
stood there in the pale blue light of the TV in only a jockstrap he had
pretty much transcended past the "Robbie's annoying little brother" place
he'd been in my head since I'd known him.

I made sure to soak in as much of this sight before me as I could. Max's
dark blonde hair fell to his shoulders and rocked slightly at the bottom
with the small movements of his head and body. His green eyes gave up
nothing of what he was thinking just as his face seemed purposefully
emotionless. He was far too young for facial hair but I could see him
growing out an extremely sexy beard as he got older.

Moving down to his shoulders, they were starting to broaden out even more
than his sturdy frame already was. He didn't have the little divots where
his neck met his chest that Robbie had, Max's body was more filled in and
solid. His muscles were on display with his arms bent out. I followed the
tanned skin down the arms, across the faint arm hairs sprinkled along the
way, and drew mental lines all across the hands on his hips.

His hands and arms were not like Robbie's at all. Aside from being much
more tanned than Robbie, Max's skin showed that he played football. A
lot. He had small cuts that had healed over time, a small scar or two. His
hands looked visibly rougher even from this vantage point. They weren't
beaten up but I could just imagine the feeling of running my own soft
fingers along his hand, each crevice and bump sending just a hint of
electricity through me.

His legs, this being the first time I had really seen them in full, were
thicker than I would have imagined. Not overly muscular, they clearly
packed some power in them. They were planted firmly on the ground in his
power stance and sturdily held him up.

It was difficult to see how his ass looked in the jock since he was facing
me. I could see the fabric of the straps stretching from the waistband down
and around his body. There was a small amount of space between the straps
and the side of his ass. I could only imagine grabbing it by those strap
and pulling it down.

In the front, the white fabric pouch seemed full and hung neatly from the
waistband. It was difficult to really see any outline of what was housed
inside but my mind began creating a seemingly infinite number of
possibilities. I couldn't see any hair poking out the sides which added to
the overall neatness of the visual in front of me. It seemed perfectly
tucked right into his legs like it was drawn on.

I tried to force every inch of this visual into my memory. I wanted to keep
this with me for as long as possible since I didn't know what was going to
happen next.

What WAS happening going to happen next? Was Max getting changed for bed?
He was already wearing pajama pants when I went upstairs and he definitely
was not wearing that jockstrap under the pants. The waistband came up
higher than his pants waistband did and I would have definitely seen it as
I was checking him out on the bed earlier.

"This is what you wanted to see, isn't it?" he said as he crossed his
arms. "That's why you took my other jock?"

I couldn't argue with him. He was correct, I had wanted to see him in the
jock ever since I stumbled across it a few days ago. As much as I was
looking forward to spending the night with Robbie I'd be lying if I wasnt'
also thinking about Max. And now here he stood in front of me in just the
way I'd been fantasizing about.

"Uh," I stammered. "I mean ... I ..." I didn't know what to actually say. I
didn't think he realized that I had accidentally stole his jock a fe days
prior and I never would have thought he'd be standing in front of me
wearing another one telling me he knew. Parts of my brain lit up with the
possibilities of what was happening while the other parts were in super
panic mode.

Max took several steps toward me and stopped just before his chest touched
mine. I could feel my dick press against him slightly as it was already at
attention and tenting my shorts. He maintained eye contact the entire time
and stood for a few moments staring into my eyes. He reached his right arm
out and slid it between my left arm and my torso. He grabbed the doorknob
behind me and slowly pulled the door closed, I heard a soft *click* as he
locked it. The entire time he did not break eye contact at me, looking up
into my eyes.

I was frozen in place. I didn't know what was happening or what to do so I
just stood there and stared back at him. His dark blonde hair was falling
down his forehead with errant clumps of strands dipping over his eyes. His
face still belied nothing as we stood just barely not touching in the dark
of his bedroom. As much as I had been thinking and fantasizing of Robbie
and all we'd done in the past week and a half I can honestly say that
Robbie was the furthest thing from my mind right now. Every bit of my brain
power was focused on Max in front of me and it felt like most of my blood
had headed straight for my cock which was so hard I wouldn't have been
surprised if it just ripped through my briefs and shorts right now.

I could feel Max's breath on me as he slipped his arm back out from between
my arm and torso. Did he mean to lightly graze my skin through my tank top
as he did? Even if he didn't it sent a shiver of pleasure through me that
made me squirm just a little where I was standing. I might not have noticed
that I moved if it hadn't made my cock, still touching Max's package in his
jock, scrape back and forth. The friction just caused was of pleasure to
wash over me and I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes to focus on it.

I don't know if this was the signal Max was waiting for or he wanted the
element of surprise or just couldn't wait any longer but with my eyes
closed and head pointed slightly up he took his hand and plunged it into my
shorts. Taken completely by surprise, I made an audible gasp. His hand
grabbed my throbbing cock through my briefs. The roughness of the fabric
against the soft skin of my dick was exhilarating. His hand stayed there,
just gripping my cock, for several seconds. If I was frozen in fear before
then I was frozen in the fear of losing this sensation at that moment.

After a few seconds that felt like hours, Max started stroking my through
my briefs. He wasn't gentle. He gripped my shaft with his strong hand and
moved up and down my dick as best he could confined inside my shorts. He
must have known it wasn't the best vantage point as he lifted up his left
hand and hooked two fingers into the waistband of my shorts. With a swift
pull my shorts were at my ankles. He pulled his right hand off of me and
took a step back.

We stood there just a step apart from one another. I was taller but thinner
and much paler. Standing there in my black briefs I must have looked so
much younger than I was, whereas Max, even though two years younger than
me, looked like an adult. His solid frame and tanned skin were just poured
into his jock strap like a Greek god came down from Olympus and made Max
from a mold.

I snapped back into reality and took one more look up and down his body. He
was noticeably breathing a little more heavily now as I could see his chest
rise and fall. Each breath made the pouch of his jock bounce just slightly
and it drove me absolutely mad. I don't know how but I felt my dick get
even harder and push against the fabric of my briefs.

I stepped forward and I grabbed Max's head by both sides as I pushed my
mouth onto his. He was taken by surprise at first as he didn't know what to
do with his hands right away. I slipped my tongue between our lips and was
overjoyed when mine found his. I thought to myself that he might not have
made out with anyone before as he seemed a little trepidation and stilted
before I felt his tongue push back on mine. I kept my hands on his head as
I felt this hair through my fingers. My erection was firmly pressed against
him as I felt the fabric of his jock pressed against me.

He either came to or instinct took over as his hands came up and grabbed
both sides of my waist. His rough hands on the soft skin of my waist felt
amazing. He squeezed just a little and pulled me closer as we continued to
kiss, our cocks pressed harder into each other. It was the first time I
could definitely tell that he was also hard inside his jock. I moved from
side to side slightly and let our cocks rub against each other. He seemed
to hold me tighter as we ground our cocks into one another and kept kissing
as deeply as we could.

The entire time we were connected I could not put out of my mind what his
cock looked like. The jock hid it so well I had no idea what to
expect. Would it be like his brother's? Like mine? I decided I couldn't
take it anymore. I broke our kiss and it took a second for Max to come back
to reality and open his eyes. I took half a step back to take a mental
snapshot of him standing there before I grabbed the strap of the jock and
pulled them down.

His cock bounced to life as it sprung upwards. It was definitely not like
mine or Robbie's dicks, that was for sure. His cock was not super long,
topping out at 4 inches at the most, but it was super thick compared to
both Robbie and myself. He had just a few wisps of dark blonde hair at the
base but I could not look past the girth of his penis. That must be why I
couldn't tell if he was hard earlier, it must have taken half his body's
blood to fill that!

I took my right hand and wrapped it around his thick cock and Max sighed. I
slowly moved up and down the shaft as my hand barely wrapped around the
entire thing. For as confident as max had seemed up to that point, it
seemed like this was the first time anyone had grabbed his dick. He seemed
to have a mix of nervousness and discovering a new pleasure to his sharp,
sudden movements. I started to move a little faster and a little fast as
time moved on, just enough so he couldn't get used to my rhythm before I
changed it again.

He seemed to enjoy the torture as he began thrusting into my hand. He did
not seem to know he was doing it and his body had just taken over. I
gripped his thick shaft even harder, moved my hand faster, started
connecting with his body as my hand moved down his shaft. He was clearly
enjoying this as his arms hung at his sides, he seemed to be thinking of
nothing except what I was doing to him. I could feel him starting to tense
up, then release, tense up, then release. It was a feeling I recognized, he
was getting closer and closer to climaxing but there was no way I was going
to end the night here.

I slowed my hand on his dick and could feel him relax a bit more, his body
loosened as I removed my hand entirely. He stood in silence for a second
before taking two steps back and then sitting on the bed. He had a mix of
hedonistic pleasure and absolute confusion on his face as he opened his
eyes to see me standing there in front of him. My own dick was straining
against the fabric of my black briefs which had started to pull up my legs
in all the grinding. It must have looked like I was wearing Speedos at this
point.

"That ... " he said in a breathy whisper. I couldn't tell if he didn't know
the words he wanted or was trying to get any words out. "That was
... insane!" his eyes lit up. Max was never one to smile a lot, just not
who he was, but his face was beaming as he came back from the world I had
created for him.

"Heh heh," I chuckled. "You liked that?"

"Liked it?" he asked. "Fucking Hell, it was amazing!"

There was a part of me that felt proud. Robbie never said much when we were
playing together and wasn't one for superlatives so it was nice hearing how
well I made someone feel. I could tell that Robbie enjoyed what I did but
it's always a bonus to actually have someone tell you.

"Good," I said. "And you haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

"There's MORE?!" he asked with astonishment and anticipation.

"Oh, yeah," I answered. "Did you feel like something was building or you
were getting closer to something?"

"Um," he thought about it for a second. "Yeah, I think so."

"Yeah," I said. "When you get there it's the best part. It doesn't last
long but jeez ..."

"I think I need a break for a minute before I try that again though," he
said. "Is this ..." he stopped mid-sentence and looked like he was
searching for words.

"What?" I asked. "Is it what?"

He looked at me for a second and then had a sense of resolve come across
his face. "Is this what you and Robbie are always doing in his room?"

Well, so much for being sneaky for the past two weeks. I thought we were
hiding it pretty well but max must have had at least an idea of what we
were doing, if not the details.

"Um, well, kinda," I said. I wasn't embarrassed exactly but I had a weird
mix of feelings talking about Robbie and I to Max. It was almost like I was
confessing to cheating (though which one I felt like I was cheating on at
the moment I wasn't sure) and it was even more awkward since they were
brothers.  He laughed slightly. "I get it, I'd stay inside and do this all
the time too."

I laughed as well. "Yeah, it ain't a bad way to spend the summer."

"So," he said a little softer. "Is this all you guys do? Pull on each
other's cocks?"

My memory went back to the first time Robbie and I had sex. I had placed my
mouth on his cock towards the end as he came and I had wanted to try that
again so many times but I had chickened out the same number of
times. Robbie seemed content with jerking each other off and didn't want to
try anything else so I would get scared and stick with mutual masturbation.

"Well," I said. "Except the first time we ... nevermind. Yeah, that's what
we do."

Ungh. I chickened out again. Damn it.

Max looked confused for a second which was an adorable sight. Still sitting
half on the edge of the bed, his thick cock not softened at all yet, and
his brow furrowed behind strings of his dark blond hair.

"Wait," he said. "Except what?" He had a strange look on his face now. He
knew he was pulling at a thread but he didn't know exactly what it was
attached to. "What did you do the first time?"

At this point I weighed my options. I was clearly scared of saying what I
wanted but on the other hand I did just spend several minutes jerking Max's
thick cock after he seduced me by wearing a jockstrap when I came back to
his room. There was little reason to think going for the next step would be
a bad thing.

Fuck it, I thought to myself.

"The first time Robbie and I played together, I finished him off by giving
him a blowjob," I said. "He hasn't seemed to want one again but I think
about it all the time. It was just so cool having his dick in my mouth and
feeling him cum and then I was so close to finishing there wasn't really
time for him to give me a blowjob and I've been wondering ever since what
it would feel like and ..."

I realized I was rambling. I had to stop myself before I sounded like even
more of an idiot. What was I thinking? I can't believe I had started going
off like that. He probably thought I was insane. Talking about giving his
brother a blowjob just after jerking him off. Insanity.

Max looked down at the ground for a few seconds as I ran through the crazy
thoughts I just let spill out. Then he pushed himself off the bed with his
strong legs and took the few steps toward me. He grabbed my black briefs
with both hands and yanked them down in one movement. My dick bounced with
the motion and it felt great exposing it to the air. I closed my eyes and
waited to feel Max's rough hand wrap around my cock. I'd been waiting all
night for this moment.

I was surprised to feel both of his hands on my waist just above my hips. I
figured he was just exploring my body so I kept my eyes closed to enjoy the
sensation of his skin across mine. All of a sudden I felt a brand new
sensation yet his hands hadn't moved from my sides. The head of my cock was
enveloped in a wet warmness that felt better than Robbie's hand ever could.

"Ohhhhh," escaped my lips in pleasure and surprise. I looked down to see
Max on his knees with the head of my cock in his mouth. My round head had
already popped into his mouth and I could feel his tongue on the underside
of my dick. His tongue was flat and wide and hit the entire bottom of my
cock head. I almost fell back in absolute pleasure.

Max flicked his tongue up and then swirled it around my head and I did
actually fall back several steps. I could hear a slight *pop* as my cock
pulled out of Max's mouth.

"Oh, fuck, man," I said in health breaths. Max was silent and kept to his
knees. He stepped over to me and pushed me against the door. His left hand
went to my thing, gripping my leg just under my ass. His right hand grabbed
the base of my hard cock as he opened his mouth and tasted my cock once
again. My head lulled back against the door as I gave in to this sensation
I'd been waiting for.

This time Max went deeper than just the head and I could feel my shaft
going past his soft, wet lips bit by bit. He kept his tongue wrapping
around the shaft as more and more entered. He had in his mouth as much as
he could take and his right hand was wrapped around the remainder sending
me into absolute overdrive.

He pulled his head back slowly but kept his hand tightly gripped at the
base of my rock hard dick. He pulled slowly and slowly until I thought my
cock was going to pop out of his mouth again but at the absolute last
second he pushed his mouth all the way back down again. Shivers went
through my entire body.

"Fuuuuuuuck," I said as my body convulsed and my pelvis moved back against
the door. The next thing I knew I had started to lightly thrust into Max's
mouth as he continued the back-and-forth on my now wet cock. He never let
it entirely leave is mouth but always pushed back as soon as it was about
to exit fully. The tease got me every single time!

I looked down to see that Max was stroking his own thick member with his
left hand as I was starting to thrust more and more into his amazing
mouth. This sight sent me out of control. I grabbed both sides of his head
and pushed my hips toward his face. He was taken by surprise for just a
second but then let the motion carry him. I gripped his head tightly and he
removed his hand from the base of my dick.

I pulled his head back as my hips moved backwards at the same time and I
lingered for just a second, teasing myself in much the same way he had
teased me, then I pushed forward into his mouth. I felt my shaft rub along
his tongue as it went in. I don't know if I was aware of how much he had
taken of my dick before but I didn't care anymore. I pushed in and in, past
the point he had gone before.

I pulled back and then in a few times as I began to get into a
rhythm. Everytime I pulled my hips back, I pulled his head away until just
the moment before I was out - then I would quickly thrust forward while
pulling his head toward me. Each time I went deeper and deeper until in no
time at all I could feel Max's face pressed against my bush before moving
back up my shaft again.

I kept going and going for what felt like forever. I'd waited for this
feeling for so long, I didn't want it to end. Looking down as I face-fucked
Max, I could see his own cock had gotten even harder than it was
before. His one hand was furiously at work on it while his other grabbed my
ass for balance. The visual was out of this world and it just got me hotter
and hotter which made my thrust more and more. I was a complete animal at
this point, caring for nothing more than fucking Max's face for this insane
new pleasure I had been given.

I didn't want this to end but I could already feel my orgasm starting to
bubble up. I told myself to pull out and cool off for a bit so we could
continue this into the night but I was beyond rational thought. I could
fuck hard, fuck faster. I held his head tighter and began pushing and
pulling his head qeven quicker to match my thrusts. His own hand sped up as
he stroked his own monster cock down below.

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "Take it ... unnnnnhhh." I was getting so close there
was no way I could stop it if I wanted to. I pushed my cock into him more
and more, faster and faster, harder and harder.

"Yes, Max," I said as I couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm going to ... going
to ... fuuuuck ...."

As I thrust my dick into his mouth and felt his nose buried in my pubes I
held his head against me and I felt the cum rumble up and out of my cock. I
held his head still and hrust with each spurt into his mouth. His hand
never stopped working his dick as my cum splashed into his mouth. Thrust,
thrust, thrust. With the final burst of cum from my cock I pulled his head
down to my bush one last time and kept there as I felt my orgasm start to
subside.

I released his had from my grip as I pulled him off of my cock, once again
a soft *pop* was heard as I left his lips. My world hung in the air for
several seconds as I came back down from that cloud I was just on. I
snapped back to attention when I realized Max as still on his knees but
leaning back and furiously stroking his cock.

I wanted to get down on the floor and do for him what he had done for me
but I was paralyzed with pleasure. I feared moving would end the dream I
was still riding. Instead I watched as his beautiful body began heaving and
his breathing was getting heavier. He was getting close to his own orgasm
and even though he might not have known what was about to happen his body
was telling him not to stop.

His breathing became labored as he stroked faster and faster. His balls
were hanging low at this point and slapped back and forth with the
motion. If I wasn't still hard from the blowjob I would have been instantly
hard watching him jerk off in front of me.

"Oh, oh, oh," he started to say as I could see his body tense up and then
he could feel his own orgasm rise and release itself. "Unnnnnnnnnhhhhhh,"
he moaned as his stroking hit a fever pitch. His body was immaculate as the
muscles tensed as his face turned into a beautiful agony. One spurt of
clear cum spurted out of his cock and landed on my foot. He kept working on
his shaft but began to slow, slow, slow down as he began to fall gentle
from the peak of his orgasm.

He stayed quiet for a minute, not moving and still leaning back on his
knees and supported by his left hand. "Holy fuck," he said. "Was that it?"

I laughed quietly. "Oh, yeah, that was it," I said.

"Worth it," he said between heavy breaths.

I helped him to his feet after I was sure he had the strength to stand
again and I kissed him. I could still taste a very faint salty taste in his
mouth but didn't mention it. We grabbed some laundry and cleaned up, me
wiping my foot and then slowly wiping down my cock. It was incredibly
sensitive after what had happened and I wanted to make sure I could sear in
the memory for a long time.

We looked around for our pajamas to start getting dressed again. I pulled
my tank top over my head and the bottom rested on my still semi-hard
dick. I bent over to get into my black briefs when Max asked, "so?" I
paused bent over and looked at him.

"So what?" I asked. I stood and pulled my briefs up fully. I had to adjust
them to fit my not-yet-soft dick in them comfortably.

"Is that what you had wanted?" he asked with a sly grin as he pulled his
pajama pants up. The outline from his own dick was obvious and enticing all
over again.

"That was so much better than I thought I wanted," I said collecting my
shorts. I stood on one leg to start putting them on.

"Well," Max started. "Maybe I can share you with my brother and we can do
it again sometime." I stumbled and almost fell over. It made sense but it
hadn't occurred to me we'd do this again. But oh fuck yes please!

I regained my composure and pulled my shorts up.

"Anytime you want," I said.

"Good," he said with a smile. He bent down and grabbed the jockstrap,
hooking it one finger. "Do you want this as a souvenir?"

I smiled at him as I unlocked the door. "Nah, I already have one but
thanks." I walked out of the room, crossed the basement, and slipped back
into Robbie's room. I checked on him and he was still sleeping. Good. I
didn't know what was going to happen going forward but no matter what I
wanted to climb into my sleeping bag and have the memories be my own for
tonight.

As I was laying there in the dark riding the line between exhausted and
couldn't sleep, the thought occurred to me that if both Robbie and Max were
into this then maybe some of the guys in the neighborhood would be too. I
wondered if any of them had ever tried anything or if they'd be willing to.

Hmm, that was a thought worth thinking about.

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