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D'n'M Part 4
From Chapter 13:
What's the world record for the fastest ever cum? No idea, but Dan must have cum close to at least equalling it. It seemed like only seconds elapsed between grabbing his rigid 6+ inches and shooting four or five urgent bullets of cum. And the beautiful body that beamed into his head at the exact moment of climax wasn't Christy's, it wasn't even Beth Harper's, it was ...
Chapter 14:
Milo's dick was enjoying a leisurely work-out on Saturday morning as he lay on his bed enjoying a lazy lie-in, thinking back over the events of Friday's shave-buddy session with Grey. He was remembering how it felt to have his dick in its new favourite place where it was warm and wet and constantly being massaged by Grey's ever-moving tongue. He knew he would never get used to this feeling and he never wanted to. It was while his dick was being treated to an enthusiastic tongue bath for the second or third time that, in all honesty, it would really have appreciated some rest and recuperation, but Grey was so obviously enjoying himself that Milo just couldn't bear to disappoint him by withdrawing his new toy. Milo just had to lie back and endure it. Life was tough!
After that first make-out session and blow-job in the bathroom the two boys had actually managed to take their mouths off each other long enough to remove all the hair that the Ballbreaker was likely to find unacceptable. In Grey's case it hadn't taken long as there hadn't been a lot, just a few underarm wisps and a light fuzz on his lower legs. However, that didn't lessen the amount of pleasure both of them had derived from the experience. They celebrated in the shower, taking it in turns to be blown, both reluctantly pulling out their maxi-stiff dicks just in time to shoot onto each other's body. Thus was Grey's membership of the Cum Brotherhood officially established.
And then, there they were, lying on the floor in Milo's room, Milo's head propped up on a pillow taken from his bed and with Grey between his legs kissing, licking and sucking his dick with all the enthusiasm that could be expected of a first-timer, but with a reassuring amount of care.
"It's even bigger than I remember," muttered Grey, once more taking Milo's dick in both hands and slowly licking it from root to tip and back again.
"What is?" asked the half of Milo that was keen to know the answer to the question rather than the other half which was more interested in the delicious feelings that were radiating through his body.
"Your dick."
That answer had both halves intrigued. Almost losing focus on what was happening down below Milo lifted his head to look down at Grey's upturned face.
"When have you seen me hard before? I've always made sure it never happened in the locker-room. I was too afraid that the other guys would work out that I'm gay."
"You remember the circle-jerk after the three-schools' tournament?" How would Milo ever forget one of the single most amazing evenings of his life, first that final relay triumph and then the locker-room celebratory after-party. He nodded, wondering what Grey was about to say.
"Well I watched it. I was hiding behind the lockers. It was incredible, seeing how far you shot your load and then watching all those other guys jerking-off and cumming all over the floor. I couldn't believe it when Jake shot even further than you. Amazing. I got sooo hard. I jerked-off right there and then, I couldn't stop myself. You can still see the stain on the side of the locker where I cummed. It's my favourite jerk-off fantasy, well, until now," and he put his lips back around Milo's leaking dick-head.
"You were there?"
"Uh-huh," -- the most Grey could manage with his mouth full.
"And you saw it all?"
This time Grey nodded, causing Milo's dick to be rubbed against the roof of his mouth which, in turn, caused more leaking to add to the oral lubrication.
"You spying little sneak, perving on us like that!" It was clear from the laughter in Milo's voice that he wasn't angry at all. "That was the moment that I realised I could join in the sex stuff with the guys without everyone assuming I was gay. It's sorta what gave me the confidence to finally come out to the team." Milo had smiled at the memories of the circle-jerk and also of the surprising anti-climax of his coming out. The pictures they conjured up in his mind were making him, if such a thing were possible, even harder. He had an idea.
"Hey, swing yourself around so we can double-up."
"You mean 69?" Milo nodded. "Cool!"
Somehow Grey managed to reposition himself so that he was lying with his boned-up mid-section within easy reach of Milo's more-than-eager mouth without letting go of his dick. Milo was equal parts impressed and amused. Grey was brilliantly eager and also intriguingly knowing, not at all the naïve innocent he had expected. It was like having a street-wise puppy to play with. As soon as the puppy was settled on his side he nuzzled up and resumed licking and sucking, at the same time as edging his own stiff boy-toy closer to Milo's mouth. Hint! Hint!
Milo had every intention of accepting the offered gift but first he wanted to examine the goods. With Grey lying on his side, his dick hung like a half-lowered flag-pole, rigid and pointing away from his body at 90 degrees (maths was one of Milo's strengths). For several seconds Milo did nothing but look, letting his eyes travel all over Grey's dick, balls and pubes. What he saw fascinated him. He estimated the length to be around five, maybe five and a half inches (he must remember to ask some time when Grey wasn't so busy), its girth was several inches round, certainly a decent handful (as he'd already discovered a couple of times that afternoon) and it was very neatly cut, making the head look invitingly lickable (that would be happening very soon). The skin was smooth and blemish-free, a slightly darker shade of brown than the rest of Grey's lithe, toned body, the meandering lines of the darker blood vessels just about visible below the surface. The balls hung in a totally hairless sack, the outline of both clearly visible, approximately the size of two large grapes or small plums Milo estimated. Topping off this neat and totally alluring package was a small tangle of dark brown hair, could be black, spreading no more than three quarters of an inch above the root of the dick. Grey had been keen to lose it as part of the shaving process but Milo, selfishly, managed to convince him to keep it (he wasn't a fan of the bald look). Milo's overall assessment was that this was the perfect fifteen-year-old arrangement and he was eager to renew his close acquaintance with it.
With both dicks deep in a warm, wet wonderland of spit, pre-cum and agile tonguing it wasn't long before balls began to dance in their sacks and dick-heads started to swell. Mouths full of fresh cum were imminent. Milo decided it was time for some fun. Without warning he simultaneously took his mouth off Grey's teetering-on-the-brink boner and carefully moved his own mid-section backwards, removing his dick from Grey's mouth.
"Owww!" squealed Grey, "I was just about to cum! I thought you were too." He looked up Milo's body with a petulant expression clouding his face.
"Yeah, I was," Milo replied, fighting to prevent a teasing grin from breaking out on his.
"So why ...?"
"I'd like to talk. Besides, stopping just before you go over the top will make it even better when you finally do. Believe me."
"If you say so." Grey was clearly neither convinced nor impressed by this unwelcome development. "So what do you wanna talk about?"
"You."
"Me? What about me?"
"Anything. I know crap-all about you except your name, that you're fifteen, go to the same school as me and are an awesome swimmer. I know more about your dick than about you!" As he was speaking Milo was running the nail of the middle finger of one hand up and down the underside of Grey's boyhood. He wanted to keep him just on the edge. "Start with your name. It's not very common."
The feelings created by Milo's attention to his dick were making it difficult for Grey to concentrate but he did his best to answer the question.
"Yeah, well, that was my parents' idea of a joke."
"Huh?"
"My dad is white, my mum was black."
"Was?"
"Yeah, she died when I was three years old. I don't remember her at all. They didn't have any more kids before she passed so it's always been just me and my dad."
"Oh crap. I'm so sorry." Milo's finger stopped moving.
"Don't be, like they say, you don't miss what you've never had." Grey nudged Milo's finger back into action. "Me and my dad get on great and I've got two grandmas who think the sun shines out of my butt so I don't go short of mothering."
One half of Milo's mind took on responsibility for keeping his finger on task while the other half went walk-about, comparing his own situation with that of Grey. With his parents divorced and his mother more or less out of the picture he, too, lived with just his dad. His sister Kate had discharged herself from the rehabilitation centre where she'd been receiving therapeutic treatment for her mental health issues and had announced her decision to travel round the southern hemisphere for as long as it took to get herself well. He knew his dad received the occasional email (usually demanding money) but there was no other contact with her. Milo genuinely didn't miss his sister one little bit. In practice he, too, had become a motherless only child. Suddenly he felt a painful tug on his balls.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"You'd totally zoned out. I asked if you're gonna do me now."
"Huh?"
"Fuck me. I brought lube."
Milo wouldn't have been more shocked if Grey had announced that he was going to cut his own hand off. It wasn't just the question itself that took him aback but also the matter-of-fact way it was asked.
"What? No! Of course not." Milo could not believe what Grey was suggesting. "Crap Grey, what are you thinking? We're here to get shaved, have some fun and make you a Cum Brother. We've done all of that. Full-on sex is not on the agenda."
"But Jamal told me that he'd heard that some of the guys on the team go all the way. Bonding he called it. It's no biggie."
Milo had no words.
"And I really wanna know what it's like and I want it to be you. That's why I was so excited when you came out to the team and then we got paired up as shave buddies. I like you. I really like you. You must know that."
When Milo looked down at Grey he saw that there were tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Were they tears of sadness or frustration? Milo guessed a mixture of the two. He immediately knew he'd need to tread carefully here. He moved so that he was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him. Grey stayed where he was and watched.
"Come over here," Milo said.
Grey made no move.
"Grey, please." The tone of Milo's voice was gentle and encouraging.
Grey stood, facing Milo who gave him a long, appraising look. He was, thought Milo, totally fucking lovely. (Yes, I know, he used the F word, but only in the privacy of his own head and, honestly, there was no other way to describe the boy.) He stood tall, straight and slim, 5.8? 5.9? No more than 28 inches around the waist and with long legs sculpted by hours in the pool. Broad shoulders tapered down to the sharply cut V which led on down to the now rapidly deflating dick. His light mocha skin had a silky sheen to it. Brown eyes, fighting back those tears, looked out from a face that was almost at the end of the transition from boy to young man. Milo's heart skipped a beat. `If only', he thought, as an image of D materialised in his head.
Milo opened his legs and bent his knees, patting the triangle of carpet between them. Grey hesitated then walked forward, turned and sat in the proffered space, leaning his back against Milo's chest.
Milo spoke quietly, almost whispering, "Grey, you're a really great kid and I can't tell you how flattering it is that you want me to be your first. When that does happen, whoever it is, is gonna be a 100% lucky guy." Milo felt weird talking like this, he was, after all, not much more than a year older than Grey yet here he was sounding like a wise old man, but he knew it was important to be gentle and kind. The last thing he wanted was for Grey to be hurt or to feel that he was somehow not worth Milo's time and interest.
"But I want it to be you," Grey almost shouted. "You're special." He was still fighting back the tears, a battle he was close to losing. Milo took his hands off his knees and wrapped them around Grey's chest.
"And you're special too, and I'll let you into a secret. When Dods paired us up as shave buddies I couldn't have been happier. You see, ever since we've been training together I've been jerking-off with pictures of you in my head, imagining all the stuff we could do together." Even as he spoke some of those pictures appeared again and he was aware of the predictable response from his dick. Crap! A hard-on now was exactly what he didn't need, it would give Grey the wrong idea. He tried willing it away. Too late. His thickening rod had not gone unnoticed.
"Yeah, I can feel how much you want to do stuff. You want to, I want to, so let's do it!"
"Oh Grey, I wish, but you see, all the things I fantasised doing with you never involved getting full-on laid. Jerking-off, blowing each other, stuff like that, yeah, but never, never ..."
"Fucking!" Grey finished the sentence for him.
"Yeah, that."
"But why not? If you wanna do all the other stuff, why not go the whole way with someone who wants to do it with you?" Grey was pretty sure he knew the answer to that question but he wasn't yet ready to let that stand in the way of getting what he wanted, not while he thought there was still a chance. And with Milo's dick still on the rise there had to be a chance.
"Honestly?"
Grey nodded.
"Because to me going the whole way isn't just `doing it'. To me it means a whole lot more than that. Yeah, all the other stuff is fun and I've had the greatest time today doing those things with you. And you're right, my boner is telling me not to be such a dickwad and to get on and do you. But that's just one half of my mind wanting me to be selfish and to use you to get what it wants. Trouble is, that's not the real me, at least, not the whole me. The whole me knows that having sex is something you do with someone you, well, that you love."
"You mean Dan." It was a statement, not a question. Milo opened his mouth to deny it, to argue that, of course he didn't love D, not in that way, that they were just the best of best friends, always had been, always would be. But before any words of denial could be formed and spoken he knew that he couldn't say them, couldn't lie to Grey and, more importantly, wouldn't deny D, they both deserved better than that.
"Yeah, I mean D. I'm sorry G, but until I can get D out of my system, jerk-offs and blow-jobs will be my limit. I wish it wasn't but there it is." Milo had felt a sudden sense of lightness, as if something heavy had lifted off him, then he realised that he had just, for the first time, admitted his love for D out loud. Wow!
Grey added his arms to Milo's, cradling his chest. He felt incredibly safe and, in a strange way, loved. "It's okay, I get it. Thanks for being so honest with me. And for the record, I've had a great time too. Oh, and something else."
"What?"
"You just called me G. That proves you really do think I'm special, and I'll take that -- for now!"
Milo grinned. He felt pleased with himself and majorly relieved that he and Grey had got through this `doing it' crisis without any obvious harm being done to the younger boy's self-esteem. Then he had a sudden, and not at all welcome, realisation.
"How did you know about D? How I feel about him I mean?"
"Come off it Milo, it's so obvious."
Milo dropped his arms from hugging Grey's chest.
"Obvious. You mean everyone knows?"
"Dunno about everyone, but it's obvious to me. Maybe it's a `gaydar' thing or just because I spend so much time looking at you that I see all the little signals that you two send each other."
"Signals?"
"Yeah, you know, the twin-thing, like finishing each other's sentences -- you both do it - and always knowing where the other one is."
"I dunno about the sentences," (he did really), "but I know that D's at home now probably stressing about getting himself together for his date with Christy tomorrow, and if he thought people believed he had feelings for another guy he'd be totally gutted."
"Maybe he doesn't know, or doesn't wanna know, but from where I'm looking he feels the same about you as you do about him. I just hope Christy isn't too disappointed. For a girl she's generally okay but she does like to have a good time with a boy, if you know what I mean."
That, thought Milo, would be absolutely fine with D. If he finally got some action with a girl he'd be like a cat with two tails. Just so long as he never knew what people suspected about him and Milo. He'd be devastated and he, Milo, did not want D to have any reason to be suspicious of how he felt about him. Once again he couldn't help thinking that gay teenage boys had been dealt a very crappy hand in life.
"Enough about you and Dan, you may not be ready to do me but we're both here, we're both naked and I am still REALLY horny." To prove it Grey took hold of Milo's hand and placed it firmly on his still semi-chubbed dick. "How about it, M, finish me off?" He made it sound like a question but it was really an order, one that Milo was all too happy to obey. With his right hand on the rapidly-inflating dick and the left circling one instantly-rigid nipple, Milo quickly brought Grey to a point where his back was pressing hard into Milo's chest, his butt was lifted off the floor and his breathing was coming in short gasps. His sack suddenly tightened as balls and prostate combined together to send a shower of fresh boycum arcing up and out, landing several feet away.
"Shit, look what you made me do, M"
"Yeah, I can see, and it'll be your job to clean it up -- but not before you've done the same for me. Get to it."
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