Looking for Ed

Looking for Ed

Looking For Ed
by
mr. b

I was careful not to step on any fallen leaves and stay out of the porch light. His basement room window light was glaring out into the night. I was looking for Ed. He had ended our sexual relationship long before school was out. With him being a junior, I was now about to graduate and couldn't leave without at least reconciling with him. The carpooling through the year had given us an avenue for many afternoon sex sessions and even one all nighter. I think he was beginning to feel guilty. I respected his choice, but just had to put myself into his mind before school let out. I knew if I didn't, I'd be going the whole summer and leaving for college without even knowing what we could have had...

Summer hotness was here; it was Thursday, three days before graduation. The humid air stuck to my neck and forearms and my armpits were steaming from sweat. I proceeded down the walkway around the back of Ed's house to peer into the window. I was sure he'd be there. He wasn't one to be out on a weeknight. I noticed his mom's car wasn't there so I was sure I would have the opportunity to (ahem) be let inside. I placed my fingertips on the cement sill of his window and slowly raised my head up into the light pouring out into the darkness.

The white towel caressed the back of his pale thigh, wiping away droplets of water. My eyes bulged out of my head signaling the rise in my pants. Ed was not there. Kristoffer, Ed's brother, was. He was only 15, but taller than Ed was, and full of testosterone. I thought for a second that I should run. I was being a fucking peeping Tom. Nevertheless, my dick kept my feet planted my right outside the bedroom window. His body was much like Ed's, pale, relatively skinny, and slender cut muscles. Kristoffer, however, had much broader shoulders, straighter blonde hair, and eyes resembling gray, Norwegian ice-burgs. He actually looked like a young Viking boy -- wet and naked from the sea's salt spray...

His back was turned to me revealing his pale, smooth ass cheeks that plummeted into an anal canyon of delight. He was running his towel along the front of his body occasionally bending down to reach his legs. From the back I could see his peach-colored balls dangling between his legs. His Viking-strong back arched and rippled out his soft, smooth muscles as he vigorously dried his hair. My cock was pushing into the brick of the house and my hands, now sweaty, were fixed to the same windowsill. I was trembling slightly from nervousness. What if someone saw me peering through the window at a young boy just getting out of the shower? What if he turned and saw me through the darkness outside? What if Ed found out I was drooling over his younger brother?

His freshly washed and dried body turned quickly around to face me, slinging his limp, uncut cock to either side, and bringing me within his vision. I quickly cowered down, stiff with fright and frantic thoughts of causing Kristoffer to cry for help -- there was some guy looking at him through the window. Nothing happened. I slowly raised my head again, sure that he was dialing 911 on his brother's phone. He wasn't. He was watching his reflection in the window. The darkness outside made his view one-way. He hadn't seen me. I caught my breath and relaxed a little. He flexed his modest pecs, tried unsuccessfully to bunch his abs into a six-pack, and sporadically touched his flimsy cock, wrinkling out his foreskin. His blonde hair was slicked back out of his forehead and when he raised his arms, I caught the hint of blonde fluff nestled underneath. My dick was throbbing. I was staring at a naked, 15 year-old god. That's when I lost control...

In my excitement, my hand slipped from the cement sill and my head bumped the glass. Kristoffer hopped back, startled from the sudden thud. I tried to regain my balance but slipped again on the pine straw, this time my palm smacking the window pane as I caught myself just before I fell. Rapid thoughts and pictures of a frightened Kristoffer ran through my head. Only, to my surprise, he ran to the window -- not the phone...

Still naked, the towel slung across his broad shoulder, he heaved up the unlatched window and stuck his head out. I looked up at him, half-scared for my life and half feeling like the biggest loser on earth.

His grin was tremendous. I could see his upper torso shaking with laughter. I must've looked like a complete ass. He reached his large hand down towards me; I grabbed tentatively a hold and he helped me to my feet. He stood back from the window, wrapping the towel back around his bare waist and motioned that I come inside. The room, the smell was all so familiar; I eyed the bed me and Ed had shared those afternoons of passion. I then swung my vision back to the toweled Kristoffer. He asked me if I enjoyed the show -- I replied affirmative, not conscious that he may have known I was there the whole time...

His towel dropped to the floor. He took a deep breath and grinned again. My eyes searched for a spot in the room where I couldn't see his furry crotch, equipped with a handy uncut cock and two jiggling pecan sized testicles. He laughed at my obvious cover-up. My cock was standing straight out from my pants. He began playing with his foreskin again, much like he was into the reflection in the window. His dick began to firm up in his hands and he approached me only slightly -- like a curious puppy would do to an old cat. I breathed in; the musk of Ed combined with the aroma of Kristoffer's shower fresh body sent a spiraling chill up my spine that tingled my neck and rapidly stiffened my cock. I glanced quickly at the stone cock in front of me and then once at the still open window. My excitement was unbearable. I grabbed a hold of Kristoffer by his thin right wrist and slung him into my embrace. His bare chest rubbed against my sweaty t-shirt and his cock pressed against my thin shorts. My eyes pierced the grayness of his...

His lips were wet, red, and succulent like the dyed cherries in mixed drinks. And like a drink, our lips mixed, tangling, stuffing mouths full of tongues and subtle saliva. His warm, bare body felt like incarnated heaven in my arms. Locks of his slick, blonde hair dropped down and tickled my face as we kissed, spinning away from the sane world and into the dungeon of sexual bliss. My t-shirt was ripped at the shoulder and tugged off as Kristoffer pulled me to the floor. My left nipple then right one slid underneath his hot breath and around on his slippery tongue. My shorts were filled with my cock throbbing to bust loose. Kristoffer's cock was pressed into my thigh pressuring into me with every movement and muscle flex.

The hardwood floor was hard -- like our dicks. My belt loop broke and my pants button popped aloose as we rummaged around on the ground frenetic with lustful energy. His back rubbed a squeak against the floor as I wrestled on top of him and wrapped my arms around his upper thighs and hands on his lower ass cheeks. I buried my mouth into his neck, chewing on his sensitive skin and lapping at his smooth but slightly fuzzy chin. He gasped, writhed, and grunted as I ran my left hand into his ass crack, delving barely within his hot hole. His nipples were like pacifiers hard with exquisite sexual potential and looking like caramel droplets on a body of vanilla ice cream. I licked my way down his chest, careful to circle his navel with a fluttering swoosh of my tongue and slid my face into the moderate bush of lightly browned pubic hair that began just below his hip line. His back arched off the floor squeaking again when I whipped my lips around the shaft of his cock. His foreskin allowed the crown of his cock to peek through the top like the overflowing meat of a subway sandwich. I opened wide, tucked my tongue in, and swallowed his rigid 5 inches. His body thrashed with delight as his folds of dick-skin rolled back on the shaft. I grappled his hanging nuts and squeezed as if to milk the nectar from his pleasure tool. I slammed his cock down my throat, swirling my tongue around the tip to absorb the oozing precum. Images reminiscent of Ed's similar cock entered my head as I lost track of time and was interrupted by Kristoffer's big, soft hands tugging my head away from my dick.

He rolled himself on top of me, shucking my pants and underwear the rest of the way off, licked me once on the lips and dove below between my legs. Honing skills I never knew he had, Kristoffer handled my hard-on with oral precision and efficiency. Two bobs down on me and he had my dick sliding frictionless between his jaws and slipping into his hot esophagus. His wet strands of hair had lost all positioning and were brushing my abs and lower stomach when he gulped my cock down to the base. I could have cum right then, satisfied and never in need of sex again -- but I didn't.

He flipped me over in one smooth motion and went to work immersing his face into my ass crack. I could do nothing but squirm with the intense sensation of his tongue and cower at the incredible hotness of his breath. I felt him lick within the opening of my hole and run his tongue around just inside. I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy and out of control of my body. Just as I thought I lost consciousness, Kristoffer raised his face from my asshole and flipped me back over.

I was his sexual pancake, turning over and over to experience the sizzling heat of his sex. He straddled my crotch smooshing his swollen cock into mine. I admired his soft, glabrous chest amazed again at his mere 15 years of life. He dipped his head towards mine and mangled my mouth with his sweet tongue. I was gripping him hard, my sweaty hands digging into his upper ass cheeks. His covered cock was parallel to mine gently rubbing up and down on me. I could feel his bothered breaths on my collarbone as we pumped together in the middle of his brother's bedroom floor, the white towel to our right and Ed's bed to our left. Kristoffer muttered something about cum in a voice lacking any motivation to speak. A second later he wiggled his right hand down among both of our cocks and lifted the top half of his body a few inches above me.

He bent his cock so that the heads of his and mine were pressed together. He gripped his shaft, carefully wrinkling the foreskin up it, over the head and around the tip of mine. I gasped, shocked at the positioning of my cut cock and amazed at the gliding smoothness of his precum-slippery foreskin over me. The tips of our penises rested together as Kristoffer went to work, wristing his foreskin back and forth over his and my dick. I flailed my arms with pleasure; my dick within his skin caused a tight, lubed tunnel of love-meat -- one handjob for two dicks. I could feel the pulsing of Kristoffer's cock along with my own sporadic dick-flexes. I occasionally opened my eyes to admire his serious face intent on orgasm and filled with the erotic fantasy he was carrying out. I opened my eyes one last time as his jaw dropped and his hand began to pick up speed over our cocks. I could sense the bucking in my hips under the weight of his body and feel the tense stimulation teetering us on the edge...

He gave an involuntary moan much like a spanked dog as he lost him self within pleasure. Our dicks pulsated simultaneously secreting globs of cum and spraying droplets of our sexual nectar onto our heaving bodies. His foreskin lost its grip on me as cum splooged out from all sides of our connected cocks. I was grasping hold of his shoulders in an attempt to keep me from falling through the floor into orgasmic death. My mind spindled thoughts of clouds, then hardwood, and back to the clouds again. And as the last vibration of orgasm swept through us, Kristoffer finally opened his gray eyes and rested them upon mine. I took a deep breath and blew it out much in need of rest.

And as we lay there on the floor, puddles of white to either side and streams of fluid running down our naked legs and hips, the bedroom door swung open and Ed stepped in. My eyes grew wide as did Ed's. Kristoffer twisted his body around to see his brother as we all looked in astonishment and suspect. I opened my mouth, hesitant of the words ... "I was looking for you, Ed--"

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