Oblivious

OBLIVIOUS The true story of a straight boy seduced. by Chris Kay (chriskay22@lycos.com) (please do not alter or repost this story without permission)

CHAPTER 1

Brian's father was one of several owners of an oil exploration and drilling company.

To say the least, Brian was one wealthy kid - blonde, rich, and outgoing. The lucky shit. I remember when he got a sweet, emerald green Alfa Romeo Spider from his dad for a birthday present. He drove up in it before school one day in the early fall and talked me into going for a spin. We tore around the school with music cranked up on the transcendent stereo system, until both of us were late for class.

I never understood why he had made friends with me in the first place. I wasn't wealthy like some of the other kids in our school. We were the same age and had a PE class together, but otherwise, very little in common. For example, I drove a brown AMC Gremlin handed down to me from my older brother. It had a malfunctioning tape deck, one tape of Pink Floyd's Dark Side and the permanent scent of pot engrained in its torn bucket-seats. My family lived in a four bedroom, three bathroom house on a quarter acre lot in the suburbs - as far as one can get from Brian's ritzy neighborhood, without leaving the school's boundaries. My family wasn't poor by any stretch, but what did he see in me?

Brian had two houses that I knew of. The one I had visited was a twelve bedroom mansion on a lot the size of a city park. I had first seen it when he asked my band to play at a keg party he threw by the pool the previous summer, when his parents were out. 16 kegs and the police were paid off. It was incredible. Rich kids can get away with anything.

One day in PE class, I pulled a muscle playing soccer and got permission from the coach to sit out for the rest of the period. I kicked back on the bleachers to watch the other guys play when Brian came over and sat down next to me.

"You're still dressed. How'd you get out of class this time?" I looked him over. He wasn't wearing the prototypical blue gym shorts and white t-shirt, but still had on jeans.

"Note from the doctor." he said.

"Yeah, B.S." I laughed and he just smiled.

"Actually, my sister and I got a death threat. Some anonymous weirdo's trying to scare my family. My parents hired some guys to watch us. They're right over there." He pointed over to the school lot where a gray Lincoln sedan was parked.

"Damn! Really?" I said surprised. "Someone kidnapped my dog once," I joked. "but they gave him back after a couple of days when we didn't give a shit."

Brian laughed out loud and kicked back right next to me. Uncomfortably close. I remember at the time feeling that it was odd, since the bleachers were empty except for the two of us. He was so close that his denim covered knee touched my bare one as we talked.

He was about my size and build, five feet ten or eleven, one hundred and fifty pounds, bright blonde hair that was dark at the roots, flopping around short above a truly electric smile. Neither of us were the over muscled athletic type, but had physiques that girls seemed to like. I always felt lucky that we were friends. I wasn't the type to hang with the preppies or jocks, usually, and neither was he. He could have bought any friends he wanted, but seemed fairly well grounded for a super rich kid. If he gave me the time of day, he had to be down to earth.

"I was going to have another party this weekend at our place in the Oaks." he offered. "My people are out again."

"After the last one? Are you sure the cops will leave you alone? It was so rowdy, I couldn't believe the neighbors didn't complain." I said as I pushed my legs together in the gym shorts self-consciously, as if to give him more room.

"Most of the neighbors came to the party, but it doesn't matter anyway, because of the threats. I can't have the party with that going on. The hired security guys are going to be guarding the house." He said, as he gestured with his head back toward the parking lot again. "It's a bummer, because when my parents are out, it's such a waste of an empty pad."

"Your parents take off somewhere when you and your sister have stalkers?" Nice."

He put his hand up dismissively. "It's not a big deal, really. It happens. You just have to be careful. But, "No parties!.they said." and he sighed in resignation.

"Well, our drummer is out this week anyway. We couldn't have jammed for you." I said.

"Hey! Wait a minute. Want to come over for the weekend? An approved friend or two wouldn't hurt! I just have to tell them you're coming."

"Sleepover at your place?" I said, though the word "sleepover" instantly seemed grossly inadequate for the scope of the enormous ponderosa in which he lived.

"Yeah, why not. Just you and my sister and the mafia guys parked out front! It'll be a blast."

I was still hanging on the fact that I had used the word "sleepover". I felt stupid for even saying it. I wanted him to continue thinking I was cool. "Yeah, alright. why not? I'll ask my people. I'm sure they'll be ok with it. My mother would prefer it to some of the gigs we've been playing lately anyway." I laughed.

He clapped his hand down on the exposed skin of my leg just below my shorts as he stood up from the bleachers. "Great! just show up whenever on Friday after school. It will be fun, I promise. Saturday night, too. Stay all weekend, k?"

I was taken aback at first by the familiar touch on my leg, but as usual, I felt a little shot of pride pass through me as he started to walk away smiling. He was a cool friend to have, I thought. The popular golden boy type.

"What should I bring?" I asked.

"Nothing. You don't need anything. We've got it all." he said as I watched him walk through the main doors to the first floor classrooms, the bell ringing to signal the end of class.

On the following Friday night at about 6:30 I rolled up to the iron gates in front of Brian's palatial home, wound down the window on my Gremlin and pushed the call button. Brian's sister Karen answered and asked me who I was. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear her well, because the engine was idling really high. I couldn't understand her over the noise. I shut off the car and said, "Hi, Karen. It's Alex."

"Oh, hi Alex. C'mon in." and with a click of static from the intercom, the iron gates rolled open.

I restarted Ole Bessy and puttered down the interlocking brick driveway to the castle hidden deep in the evergreens. I pulled up in front of the stairs to the entranceway and parked next to a dark sedan not unlike the one that I had seen in the school lot. I couldn't see through the tinted windows, but assumed the ubiquitous security Mafioso were lurking just inside. I felt briefly ridiculous parking my junker in front of the ornate mansion.

I grabbed my little overnight bag, stepped out, slammed the door without locking it, and started up the stairs. A door on the passenger side of the sedan opened and a man in a white shirt and tie emerged He came over and stood next to me with one foot up on the step above mine.

"ID please." he said emotionlessly, as they do.

I gave him my driver's license.the real one., and waited. He took it back to his car as the driver's side window rolled down with a whir. Another man sat just inside. I could hear the stereo from within as they discussed my license. They weren't cops, but they sure felt like it. After a few minutes he gave me back my ID and asked me what I had in the bag.

"A change of clothes.toothbrush.just stuff." I responded. "You won't need to examine the undies I hope." I said sarcastically as he looked inside the bag that I held open for him.

"Have a good night," he said as he disappeared behind the dark windows of the sedan once again.

I climbed the steps up between two huge roman columns and dropped a shiny silver knocker once onto the sculpted wood of the front door. I looked down at my feet as I waited for someone to answer. I noticed that even their cement was nicer than the stuff in my neighborhood. It had little sparkles in it. After a minute, the door opened and Brian was smiling and inviting me in. Still wearing the faded jeans and the Mr. Zogg's t-shirt I had seen him in at school earlier in the day. "C'mon in man! Make yourself at home!" he said with his hands spread out wide around him, his voice echoing up to the high ceiling of the foyer.

It was a palace of marble with a huge curving stairway off to the right and a sitting room with an assortment of high-backed leather reading chairs to the left. A wide hallway led straight ahead into the depth of the place.

"Make myself "at castle" is more like it." I responded sarcastically. "This place reminds me of the Modern Art Museum." I said, looking up at a huge cubist painting hanging on the wall below the upper floor railing above us. I don't recall the exact painting now, but knowing his wealthy family, it may have been the original Nude Descending a Staircase for all I knew.

Brian walked over to the stairway and motioned for me to follow him up. "Lose the shoes," he said without turning around, and I noticed his bare feet below the jeans as he walked up the hardwood steps. Not seeing where to put my sneakers, I just left them by the wall and ran up behind him with my small bag still in hand.

He walked down a wide hallway and swung open two French doors to reveal a sweet playroom. There was a full size billiard table, a wet bar and even a juke box over in the corner - bubbling away with bright colored lights. He walked over to the box and punched some numbers into a keypad. Sound poured from everywhere around the room as some metal tune awakened the quiet room.

He grabbed a pool cue and tossed it to me. "Let's play." he said as he grabbed one for himself. "Eight ball?" he asked and I agreed. I set down my bag on a nearby couch.

As young friends can, we dove into conversation effortlessly. We talked about anything and everything as we knocked the balls about. Our PE class, girls, the teacher with the odd recoiling sneeze, the asshole jocks, his emerald green Spider, my lowly AMC, just everything. It was nice.

His sister Karen came in after a while. I don't remember her exact age, but she had just graduated the previous year. Like her brother she was a good-looking blonde. In fact, she was super hot standing there in shorts and a close fitting blouse. I couldn't help but stare at her tits. I must have done it for a bit too long, because Brian was grinning at me across the pool table. I looked quickly away from them both. I didn't know how he'd feel about me checking out his sister.

"Um, say, Karen." Brian said in his best harmless sounding voice. "Oh sister, dear.favorite sibling o'mine.." he continued pleadingly. "A simple request?"

"Your ONLY sibling" she said as she leaned over the juke box to see what songs Brian had cued up. "What is it?" she asked with a suspicious tone.

"You have the key don't you?" Brian asked through a practiced smile.

"Yeeesss." she replied back, not even looking up at him.

"Please..." Brian pleaded.

"Hmm." she pondered.

I was clearly out of the loop. "Ok. what are you guys talking about? What key?" I asked curiously.

"To the bar." Brian indicated by pointing his nose.

"Oh.THAT kind of key." I replied hopefully.

"Yeah, she's got a key, now she's graduated." Brian said in a mocking tone.

"Yes, I do, don't I?" She teased as she patted her pocket - grinning at us both, blowing a lock of blonde hair out of her face while leaning on the glowing juke box. "Perhaps, I'll open the bar, grab a beer, and pour the two of you Shirley Temples."

"Sister dear." he said again. "Pleeeeeaasssee. Alex is super laid back! He's not the crazy type. We won't mess anything up, promise!" And he waited with sparkling wide, blue eyes for her response - the pool cue clutched possessively against his chest like a good luck charm.

She gave him a Mona Lisa grin and then looked me up and down quite intently. I felt a flush run across my skin as she sized me up. "You won't tell your parents will you Alex?" she asked, to which I rapidly replied, "No way, absolutely not. Not a chance." crossing my heart with the pool cue. After another pause she finally said, "Alright. Just beer though, you two. Ok? Cause dad knows what liquor we've got. And I don't drink much."

"Sweet!" Brian said. "Love you, K!" and both of us jumped toward the bar.

"You heard me guys! Only a few beers. And you stay home tonight. No driving anywhere."

"No problem." I said happily.

She went behind the bar and put one of the keys from her ring into a cabinet panel, which swung open to reveal a row of gleaming bottles, glasses, and a half height fridge. "There you go. Be good, now." She smiled and turned to leave the room. "I might have someone over tonight too, so don't get in our way. Got it?"

"Moi?" Brian mocked as he hastily pulled two cold bottles of brew out of the little fridge, and fished for an opener.

"Who will it be, tonight? I wonder." he asked rhetorically as he scratched his chin. He put the unopened bottle in front of his jeans at his crotch like an enormous cock and waggled it back and forth. "The swimmer one, maybe?" he giggled. "That was a good show the other night. You guys out in the pool at 2:00 am." Brian laughed as he leaned back, thrust his hips forward, and flopped the beer about like a bouncing boner.

"Laugh it up, you little stain." Karen chided. "Be polite or I'll lock it all back up."

"Chill Sis. It's cool. We'll be good." he said with a truthful glance at her.

"Yeah, we'll see. All it takes is one call to Mom" she reminded him as she grabbed the French doors.

Brian set down his brew and formed an impromptu halo over his head with both hands.

"Did I just hear a choir singing?" I laughed while opening drawers around the bar in my search for a bottle opener.

She giggled with us as she closed the doors behind her. We heard her walk off down the tiled floor of the great hallway.

CHAPTER 2

Brian finally located a bottle opener and popped the tops of the two beers that we had pilfered from his father's cabinet. We each swigged a mouthful. I guzzled too much too quickly and coughed. I looked over at Brian to see if he had noticed, but he was already lining up his next shot at the pool table. One must be suave when drinking alcohol.

We drained the bottles quickly, laughed raucously, burped loudly, and danced stupidly to loud guitar rock. There were more drinks and it was a great time. Within thirty minutes, I could really feel the alcohol swirling around in my head. It felt otherworldly to me in that huge house with him - partying carelessly. It didn't seem real.

Brian came over to me and threw one arm over my shoulder as I considered a shot at the pool table. "You were checking out my sister's tits back there." he said matter-of-factly.

"Well, I wasn't really." I replied.

"Oh yes you were! You had the VBB. No hiding it." he said.

"What the hell is a VBB?" I asked.

"Visible boner bulge." he laughed as he picked up the chalk and rolled it over the end of his cue.

"I did not, either!" I defended.

"Hey. it's cool, dude. I know she's hot. I'd scope her out too, if I were you." he giggled again. "In fact, if we get lucky, her swimmer boy will come by again tonight and we can spy on them skinny dipping in the pool."

"Whoa. really?" I asked looking hopefully over at him. The idea of seeing Karen naked seemed exactly like heaven to me at that moment. And truth be told, he was probably right about the boner bulge. In those days we wore our jeans fairly tight. There wasn't much hidden if you knew when to look.

"So they were just out there swimming naked together in the middle of the night?" I looked up at the ceiling imagining it.

"Yeah, why not. It's really private here." he said.

"Except when you're spying on them." I corrected.

"Yeah, well, there is that." he agreed. "The guy was really." and Brian trailed off.

"Really, what?" I asked as I took my shot.

"He was huge." he said. "His cock I mean. Almost depressed me.almost" Brian smiled.

"How big is huge?" I asked with genuine curiosity. "Did they do it? Right out at the pool?"

"No," he said. "They didn't fuck out at the pool. But he got some serious wood." Brian put his hands about 8 inches apart from each other and cocked an eyebrow at me.

I agreed. "That would probably humble me a bit." I laughed and we both said, "a bit."

All the talk about naked sisters and big dicks had my blood pumping. I had to readjust myself in my 501s, as nonchalantly as possible of course, as Brian hunted for a game winning shot at the 8 ball. I found myself watching him. I was wondering if he got hard like I did just by talking about things like this. It wasn't something I would normally just talk about with another guy, but I was understandably curious. Does every guy pop a boner like I did at the drop of a hat - or pair of shorts - as the case may be? I was checking out his ass as he bent over the pool table in his tight jeans. I told myself I was being "envious" of him - that he had a nice physique that I wouldn't mind having.

Truth was that I did have a physique like his. We were quite similar looking, healthy white kids. I had my short mousy brown hair to his blonde mop, but we were built quite similarly. Whether it was the beer, Brian's geniality, or something else, I was getting quite horny as I stood there. I can confess now that it wasn't envy, whatever I told myself.

Brian called his shot and missed sinking the 8 ball by a matter of inches. He stepped back to let me have a go at it.

I had to adjust myself in my jeans again, as I had some major wood taking place by this time. I pretended to need to chalk up my cue as I turned my back to him at the edge of the table. I took an awkward shot from an even worse angle and missed my mark by a mile.

"Ha!" he laughed. "You're drunk. That sucked! Tell you what. I'll let you have that shot again." He stood back and gestured at the table. I looked over at him with a little embarrassed scowl and caught something out of the corner of my eye. A VBB.

As he had said before, there was no hiding it. He was sprung like the great outdoors. I could clearly see Brian's hard shaft pointing up and to the right in his jeans. It was painfully obvious, even without looking directly at it. And you know how button fly 501s are. They make your junk bulge out in front anyway. Did mine look like that too, I wondered? I looked down at myself quickly to see if mine seemed as obvious as his. At that point, he must have noticed my glance, and being the more outgoing of the two of us, just blurted out what we were both thinking.

"Man. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now."

It was just the tension breaker we needed. We both burst out laughing and I confessed I was the same.

"Your sister does it to me every time, even without you talking about her being naked at the pool."

"I'm a walking stiff-one about 50 percent of the time as it is" he added and looked down at his own crotch in a way someone would only do if their inhibitions had been lowered by too much drinking. "I think I'm done with this game. How about you?" he asked as he set his cue aside. "Let's go downstairs."

Because I was happy to change the subject, I agreed and hung up my own cue on the rack. He headed over to the French doors. I was relieved that we had become close enough friends to talk about stiff ones without feeling too awkward. It seemed like some huge barrier had been crossed.

He spilled out into the hallway and I followed him obediently. He half leaned, half slid down the curving banister to the first floor and turned to walk toward the back of the house where the huge kitchen met a covered patio entertaining area, beyond which was at least ten acres of private landscaping. He grabbed some chips from inside a pantry and slid open a glass door to the back yard. He tossed the bag of chips on the nearest patio furniture and pulled out a chair to sit down. Then he stopped and changed his mind.

"Let's go out there." he said, pointing toward the swimming pool.

I followed him across the lawn to the pool area, but it wasn't just a pool. It was THE pool. It was bigger than the lot my house sits on, and it had its own bungalow adjoining it. He picked one of the tables by the water and collapsed into a wireframe chair. There was no one around, but the lights were all on, in and around the pool. I guessed electricity bills didn't worry his parents the way they always worried mine.

Being so close to the pool, I couldn't help thinking again about the primary image in my head at the moment. "Where's your sister?" I asked.

He just laughed and said, "Who knows? Probably on the phone in her room, actually. I'd give it five to one odds."

I looked around and took in our surroundings. Everything was perfect and manicured like some huge work crew had just left it, and yet there was no evidence at all of their having been there. I kept expecting to see someone waiting in the dark by the bushes, ready to serve drinks or clip hedges at the tip of a hat. "Who cleans this place?" I asked absently.

"I don't know." was his response, as he slumped down further in his chair, stretching a long leg out toward the water's edge but not quite reaching it with his bare feet. His comment made sense to me. Why should he know who cleans things - or care. How would it be, I thought, as the alcohol continued to swirl warmly around in my head. This was just the perfect damn life.

After a moment of quiet, he sat up in his chair, lifted his arms up behind his head and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt. "Let's go swimming." he said as he pulled his shirt off and stood up.

"Whoa. hold on. what?" I asked. You see, to me, this was now the naked sister pool. The thought hadn't crossed my mind that it was actually for swimming in by the likes of us. "I didn't bring a suit." I reminded him.

"The hell with the suit - just jump in - it's pri-vate," he enunciated carefully as his hands dropped to the buttoned waistband of his jeans.

"Right, unless someone is sneaking a look from upstairs.like you would." I said looking back at the house expecting to see Karen peering from a window.

"You like her.what would you care? Afraid she'll see your old man? You're not as big as her boyfriend, but she'd like it well enough, trust me" he teased.

"Maybe." I said, "but I just don't fucking think so. Not ready to swing free in the pool, ok?"

"Alright, alright." he said resignedly. "Come here."

He started walking toward the little structure on the far side of the pool, leaving his shirt on the table. I followed him from a distance, but couldn't help noticing the smooth tanned skin of his bare back. I could tell he spent a lot of time laying out in the sun. My eyes strayed briefly to his waist where I looked for signs of a tan line. Again I thought I was feeling "envious" of his smooth body.

As we reached the wooden door of the little cabin next to the shallow end, he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a key ring, chose one key and unlocked the heavy door. Inside it was like a little hotel meets changing room. It had a sizeable pull-out couch, a chest of drawers, a coffee table, a closet and a large bathroom with a shower. He walked over to the chest of drawers and started opening and closing them. In the third drawer down he reached in and grabbed something light blue.

"Look in here. We'll wear one of these. They're mine." In his hand was only a tiny little bit of shiny orange material. I stepped forward and looked in the drawer. It was full of swim suits. Tiny little Speedo style ones. I picked up a handful and looked for something like the Bermuda type I normally wore, but found nothing but the small variety.

Despite the proud and firm display my cock had made only minutes earlier, my little buddy instinctively ran for cover. It was as if the penis had voted an authoritative "no" on the whole concept of wearing a Speedo. I don't think there was a spare blood cell to be had in it at the moment I looked wide-eyed at those stretchy little suits. "uh.no way man. I am NOT putting on one of these." I said as I held up a little dark blue number. It may as well have been an eye patch. It was certainly no larger.

"Alex! Damn it. It's just a place to hold your junk. I wear them all the time. It's no big deal. They're comfortable. My mom's been buying them for me since I was a kid. It's like swim team stuff. Try it. I'm going to wear one just like it. C'mon, man." He unbuttoned his jeans and started to pull them down to reveal his underwear beneath.

I sighed and turned away, carrying the dark blue embarrassment with me over into the bathroom. "Karen's going to be up there looking out of her bedroom window scoping me out, I just know it."

"Listen. Trust me. Karen knows you're a boy. OK?" he said with an exasperated tone that disarmed my prudish response. "Yeah, alright" I said again, as I stepped into the dark bathroom and pulled off my t-shirt. I draped it over the edge of the counter and unbuttoned my jeans which fell effortlessly to the floor.

CHAPTER 3

I peered out of the partially opened door to the bathroom and into the small room to see if he was nearby. Brian's jeans and undies lay in a pile on the carpet not far from the door. I heard the closet door open as I pulled my own boxer briefs down and stepped out of them. I strategically hid them beneath my jeans and shirt that I had laid carefully on the counter top, and swung the bathroom door closed.

True to it's objection to the tiny swimwear, my penis had gone into hiding. It just wasn't going to be caught wearing one of those, if it could help it. I stretched the material once with my hands inside the waistband to make sure it would actually accommodate anything bigger than a child. It stretched without much effort. I was impressed with the one-size-fits-all space-age fabric. I bent over and stepped into the tiny suit, pulling it up to my waist and releasing it with a snap. I looked in the full length mirror with a shock.

I don't think I had ever envisioned myself looking so overtly sexual as I did at that moment. I clearly had the standard white boy, swim trunks tan line, but these were much smaller than the briefs I might ordinarily have worn. It made me stare at my own legs like I was seeing them for the first time. I turned around and looked over my shoulder at the reflection of my now shiny blue butt. In front, everything was compressed into a tight bulging package, and as was customary, my dick had to find some room by hanging a bit to the right. It twitched a bit in appreciation, perhaps not entirely opposed to the new suit,.

"I've got the towels. Come out. Let's see, you." he said outside the bathroom door.

I eased it open and replied, "You don't have to stare, you know.". I grabbed the towel from him and held it in front of me as I emerged. He had the "I knew it" look on his face, but only grinned at me pleasantly and gestured out toward the pool. His towel was in his left hand, but he made no effort to hide himself. I tried deliberately not to look at his crotch, but the bright orange suit was like a flash of sunlight in the corner of my vision. It put me a bit at ease to see him so nonchalant. He was obviously accustomed to wearing the little Speedo. Without directly gazing, I could see his tan was complete. That mystery was solved. He stood there with his arm outstretched toward the pool and waited for me to exit the bungalow.

I wrapped the towel all the way around me and held it in place at my waist with my right hand as I walked past him out into the night air. I heard the doors close with a click. A moment later there was a jingle of keys as he dropped them with his towel onto a nearby lounger. With a flash of skin he past me to the right and splashed down the shallow steps into the water disappearing beneath the surface. I dropped my towel from my waist and put it on the lounger where he had just dropped his. Good idea, I thought. Get it over with and jump in.

He wasn't even looking, but the cool night air on my nearly exposed ass made me feel like ten thousand people were staring at my butt all at the same time as I jumped into the pool. Expecting a cold shock, I was pleasantly surprised by the heated water. It felt great. I had to admit the tight fitting suit felt nice too. No resistance in the water. No cloth flopping around with big bubbles of air like my others always had. I could really feel my bare legs being caressed by the turbulence of the warm water as I kicked my feet - and the feeling extended all the way up to my crotch. I could understand why guys liked to swim in these, however the appearance. It was a more sensual feeling - and one that wasn't lost on my dick. Though it was currently well confined - balled up and curled to one side - it pulsed its approval once more as the bulge in front of my suit became perceptibly more pronounced.

We kicked around and chased each other for a while starting the occasional splash fight. It was dizzying luxury - if not by alcohol, then by excess. So much room for just the two of us.

"You're a decent swimmer." he noted. "But are you a diver as well?" he asked as he hopped out of the pool for the first time and climbed up behind their elevated diving board at the deep end of the large pool. "Uh, I'm no expert, but yeah." I said confidently.

I watched as he walked to the end of the board and hung his toes off the edge. As he stood there looking down at the water, I couldn't help but scope him out. I don't think I'd really looked at him like that before. I mean, I'd seen him in gym class any number of times when we were changing, but this was different somehow. For one thing, in gym class, guys tend to "keep their eyes on the ball" as it were. No unnecessary looking around. But there he was, soaking wet and tan with only that tiny tight speedo on, and a bulge that couldn't be ignored. He actually reached down with his index finger and thumb of each hand to adjust himself before the dive, by pulling the material out and away from his hidden penis, letting it back with a snap. I could clearly see the outline of him under the orange material and the roundish fullness of his balls tucked carefully beneath. My eyes traced a line up his stomach and over his chest to his face as he hovered above me in the air.

He was looking right at me, studying my own face, and I was caught. He just smiled and turned around backward - ostensibly to do a reverse dive, but I think more likely now, that it was to give me a clear view of his tight round backside. He raised his arms out sideways from his shoulders, bounced once on his left leg and flew backward with a smooth arc into the pool. He looked like a pro to me, like an Olympian. I mean, if I had owned a pool like that one, I thought, I'd probably get good at diving as well, but it was a stylish dive and his body cut into the water with only a little sideways splash.

When his head popped up again above the water, I said, "9.5, man. Nice dive."

He blew some water away from his mouth. "You like?" he said, smiling mischievously.

It was at that moment, for some inexplicable reason, that the naive and oblivious boy that I was, finally caught on to some of what had been happening to me. Without fully understanding it, I saw in his face the sexual attraction he had for me. I felt his allure strongly in my chest with more inhibitions falling away from between us like a wall crumbling. I am fairly sure now, looking back, that he also knew at that moment that it was safe for him to move a bit closer. It must have been written deep in my eyes, as well as inside my borrowed speedo.

This isn't to say I wasn't still scared to believe it - to admit to myself that he had been "coming after" me for all of that time - probably since the first time we met. Despite the society-of-the-day's discouragement of forbidden desire between two boys, I was surprised to find I didn't shy away from it. I was nervous - probably biting my lip as I often still do in similar situations, as I looked at him more deeply for the first time. I was suddenly aware of every molecule of H20 suspended between the two of us.

"Have at it. Show me your best." he said as he flipped water back off of his hair with a quick jerk of his head toward the diving board.

It was my turn to walk the plank, I thought. I swam over to the step ladder and pulled myself out of the pool - the weight of the water pulling down on me, cooling my skin instantly in the night air. I wasn't looking at him, but I could feel his gaze all over me - on my legs, my ass, and my shoulders as I walked around to mount the board. I climbed up on top and edged out over the pool. He was treading water with his legs while both hands were splayed out behind him left and right on the sculpted pool's stone edge. I looked down at myself and the water below.

It seemed a bit higher than I had expected. It was a moment of distraction from the tense sexual atmosphere - enough to keep my nether blood flow in check. I had dived before of course, but the first was always a little nerve wracking. I found myself pulling on the front of my speedo exactly as he had done a few minutes before. It is as if, regardless of its pliability, a guy's dick needs to be reminded that it will not be confined in an uncomfortable way forever. When I looked at him again, his eyes were pointing straight at my waist. Again, I could feel his gaze like it was a tangible thing, a deliberate touch that sent a warm sensation up and down my body, despite the cool air of the deepening autumn night.

I test bounced a few times to get a feel for the board.

"Not going to turn around for me?" he asked.

"Nope." I replied with a teasing smile and bounced on one foot as high as I dared, up and out over the water, falling hands and then head into the warm blue mass.

I shot deep down into the pool and opened my eyes. As I turned away from the bottom, I could see his body lit under the water by the flood lights beneath the diving board. He was paddling leisurely on the surface above me. His lithe young legs moving smoothly back and forth in the liquid atmosphere. I swam over his way as I returned to the surface, taking liberty with those few submerged seconds to stare anonymously at his bulging suit.

When I surfaced next to him, the low frequency rumble from under the water fell away from my ears and he said, "Very nice." nodding and smiling appreciatively at me. I knew he wasn't talking about the dive. We shared a quiet moment while neither of us seemed to know how to proceed. I clearly hadn't a clue in the world. I wonder now why it was not more exasperating for him, to have to play around so patiently with a naive friend. He must have been enjoying the game he was leading me through. He had all the power, then, and I was following along, blissfully unaware. It was a powerful moment between us that I will never forget.

Never one to hold back in a moment of awkward tension, he just burst out again with a prototypical Brianesque suggestion. "I dare you to lose the swimsuit!"

And that's what I liked about Brian. He was a real problem solver. There was no point in bandying about. He just said what needed to be said and I responded how he knew I would. "No fucking way." I said out of shock rather than true anger.

"Alex" he said matter-of-factly as he gazed down at my submerged body in the water in front of him, "you don't need it. You really don't."

CHAPTER 4

I was like a bunny in the headlights.

"Look, I'll go first, ok? he said as he tilted over a bit in the water. A few seconds later his right hand emerged dangling his bright orange speedo. "See." he said. "Easy. The world didn't come to an end." and he just smiled at me, looking directly into my eyes.

I felt the pressure again of his allure. I felt his disarming sexual power and I knew I was being led down a new path. I liked it. I couldn't deny that I did, but those first steps were difficult ones for me. He wasn't a girl, but he was like me. A lot like me. He had found a way into my head and it was all new and exciting.

For some dumb reason I had to say, "Ok. don't look." as I pulled my suit down and off of my legs. The warm water instantly caressing my sex as I treaded water over that deep pool of blue. I felt free, amazing, and vulnerable. He was tactful and didn't make any sarcastic remarks or attempts to sneak a look, but only said, "There you go." as he tossed his suit out of the pool and onto the cement by our towels and swam away from me toward the shallow end.

I did the same and tossed that little bit of protection out of the pool and onto the ground next to his. I just started enjoying the freedom of swimming naked. You know what I mean. Your cock flops around happily and buoyantly as it realizes it has escaped its cruel confinement. It's like a penis remembers being a creature that began in water. It feels so good - so open. We just swam around and talked about anything and everything else. From moment to moment, the barriers erected by society, our experience, and our fears kept falling away from between us. It was all perfectly fine and safe.

At one point, as we were talking about school, he swam over close to me. I could feel the tension between us building. I could vaguely see his naked ass and sex diffracted below him in the water - just in front of me. I could feel my own sex reacting to his presence. As long as he was near, I couldn't ignore it. It was like a magnetic effect radiating down into my cock. Nothing I could do would derail the arousal. No amount of thinking about basketball would prevent it. We were talking about PE, or classes or something else, but it was all irrelevant. I was getting hard and it would not stop.

My cock became straining, tight and erect. I could feel my balls tighten under it and the weight of it all changing in the warm buoyancy. Every stroke of my legs under the water only teased me further. I might as well have been jacking off at that moment. He might as well have been doing it to me.

I don't know if he saw it. I didn't see him look down at me, but then I didn't need to stare down to see his nakedness, either. I suspect that he did, because he chose that moment to change the balance of power. He swam over to the step ladder, pulled himself quickly up out of the water, with his naked, wet bubble butt shockingly displayed for me, laughed out loud and grabbed both of our swim suits off the ground. I didn't even have time to react. I was still in the pool treading water as he ran away, grabbing the towels and keys from the off of the loungers and sprinting toward the house. He was long gone by the time I yelled, "Hey!"

I jumped out of the water naked and dripping as I saw him disappear into the distant kitchen in a flurry of skin and stolen cloth. I cursed him as I stood there soaking wet and bare. I looked around hopelessly for a towel that would obviously not be found. "Son of a bitch." I muttered.

I headed back over to the little building where we had changed and put my hand on the knob of the wooden door. It was locked. I peered into the closest window to see the now darkened room. There was the bathroom door in which my clothes hung out of reach, and Brian's jeans and undies on the floor next to the closet, that was no doubt filled with freshly laundered towels. "Son of a bitch." I muttered again.

I leaned over and gave my hair a good shake, like a puppy after a difficult bath. Looking around the pool area again, I saw absolutely nothing to hide myself with - unless it was to be an entire metal lounge chair. I just started walking across the cold grass toward the lights of the kitchen. The blood from my recent boner was gone, It had fled into my face where it was warming my need for vengeance. Nevertheless, I could feel my dick and balls like they were half of my weight as the light from the kitchen increasingly lit up my exposed body. I reached for the sliding glass door, ready to curse again, but found it unlocked. Thank God for small favors, I thought, as I slid it open, and stepped inside.

I looked down at my feet to see if I was dripping on the clean floor. I seemed to be pretty dry, after my short excursion through the yard and so didn't hesitate to search for cover. Being a kitchen, all I could find was a small dish towel hanging from a hook by the sink. I wandered down the hall with the tiny square of cloth barely covering my genitals toward where I thought Brian had originally led me, all the while looking cautiously around for signs of prying eyes or polaroid cameras. My bare feet slapped against the cold tile floor of the hallway as I walked gingerly back out into the foyer by the stairs. I found no relief in discovering my shoes were still waiting there for me. A lot of good they would do.

"I'm going to kill him." I said under my breath as I began to climb the stairs. To my horror, a voice from behind seemed to answer me. It was Karen's.

"Ah, there he is, now. I had a feeling we'd see you." and there was a little giggle.

I spun around in a flash and had to squint my eyes from the bright overhead light of the foyer to see from where the voice was coming. Back in the sitting room, which was situated off of the opposite wall from the stairs, huddled close together in a deep leather chair, were Karen and her apparent boyfriend.

My mouth hung open but nothing escaped, my legs pulled together instinctively as the tiny square of cloth did it's best to hide my sins.

"Uh." was all I could say.

"Isn't he just adorable?" Karen asked the male next to her. "Brian ran by only a few minutes ago. He went up the stairs there. I'm assuming it was your towel he was carrying." she said and laughed again.

I moved up a few steps and began ascending backward. My left hand was holding the cloth over my dick and my right clung to the banister.

"Brian's been hoping to see you here for a long time, I think." she said confidently.

My slow progress up the stairs in reverse was prolonging the embarrassment, so midway through my journey I turned and made a run for it. I rocketed up the stairs, skipping two at time with loud pounding thumps on the hardwood steps as I fled the first floor toward where I hoped I would find Brian's bedroom. I heard her boyfriend laugh with her as I disappeared from their view. She shouted one last command, "Remember, you boys be good, now."

I stopped and threw open the french doors to the playroom, but there was no one in there. The juke box still bubbling away in the corner. My bag of salvation that I had carried in from my car earlier was still on the couch nearby. I grabbed it roughly and dropped the dish cloth, not even stopping to put on the boxer briefs I had stashed inside. At the moment, I had my mind bent on revenge.

I closed the doors to the play room, gave a passing glance behind me for signs that Karen and company hadn't followed my naked ass up the stairs, and continued down the hall. At the end of it, there was an intersection heading left and right. Looking down one way, I saw a single open door and a light pouring out of it into the dimly lit hall. Quietly I crept toward it, hoping beyond hope that this would be my refuge. I peaked around the corner into the room and my jaw dropped open.

It was Brian's bedroom alright, and he was in it. His bed was straight back against the opposite wall from the door, and he was sitting on it, leaning back against the headboard, completely naked with his rock hard erection in his hand. He was just sitting there on the bed, jacking off with the door wide open! I looked around the room in disbelief, half expecting to see Karen or his parents or an NBC news crew. He just smiled at me and said, "close the door." I, of course, obliged, and locked it behind me.

I don't know what I had expected to do, but this was another classic Brian disarmament moment. "I should kick your ass." was all the eloquence I could muster as I continued to stare in disbelief at the incredible sight, but the threat was half-hearted I had never seen another guy hard before. I had definitely never seen another boy jacking off. I hadn't really even talked much about it beyond the obvious jokes with friends. I didn't look away or even feel like I needed to. He was all there for me to see - hard as a rock, hair still damp as mine own must have been, and dick firmly in his right hand. I just gaped at him.

"Sorry, man. I was so fucking horny down there. I saw your boner and it just sent me over the top."

I stammered about something as I got my bearings and dropped the overnight bag. With the door closed and locked, I suddenly felt safe. The series of events, like cascading chaos, had stripped me of many inhibitions that night. For some reason, beyond my normal straight boy demeanor, it was all ok. He was infuriating. I wanted to wrestle him. Infuriatingly hot.

He let go of himself for a moment, grabbed a free pillow and bunched it up against the headboard like the one he was leaning on. Then he patted the bed next to him. "C'mon man. Let's jerk off. I know you need to as bad as I do." and he gave me a knowing glance.

At that young age, in that ridiculous circumstance, with that hot naked guy in front of me, no amount of straight heterosexual indoctrination prevented my natural response. My dick swelled quickly. There was no resisting it. There was no denying he was right. I stood there confused, but desperately horny as my cock became hard and tight at his behest. He patted the bed again. "It's ok. I jack off like three times a day." he said. "Everybody does. Everybody. C'mere."

I wandered lightheaded over to the far side of the bed. The covers weren't pulled down, he was sitting on top of the bedspread. There were no sheets to hide under as my own stone hard penis betrayed my youthful desire. I sat down next to him, only a foot away, threw my legs up onto the bed, and leaned back just as he was. Approvingly, he said, "There you go." He was still leading me, like a director would lead an actor through a difficult script.

CHAPTER 5

I said nothing but simply grabbed my straining cock. I was an expert at this activity as all guys are, I'm sure, by that age. It strikes me even now how alike we seemed. Even our cocks where similar. Mine was about 6.5 inches, straight, and cut - and so was his. Our bodies both lithe and healthy and smooth. The only discerning difference between us may have been that he was a true blonde. Up and down he had light colored hair - perhaps even sun bleached.

I wasn't thinking about touching him. I didn't expect him to touch me, but I couldn't deny my arousal. I grabbed my cock tightly with my right hand and spread my legs a bit over the cool bedspread. As I like to do, I slid my left hand down along the side and underneath to cup my balls as I stroked. It felt so amazing and liberating and honest to be jerking off with another guy like that. Unashamedly horny and exposed. I loved the feeling. I loved looking at his body, his cock out and proud like mine, the muscles of his smooth stomach responding to his touch. He was looking right at my naked sex and it was all perfectly alright. In my mind at that moment, no line had been crossed that made me gay. He had a life I envied and I still confused my attraction to him as only envy, but the freedom with which he expressed his sexuality just made me harder and more desperate. I was in his world.

He was completely at ease as we sat there and jerked ourselves. He just continued to talk as if nothing were going on, but it was about masturbating now.

"I jack off at least three times a day lately." he said in a matter of fact tone. "Morning, after school and night. Sometimes around dinner time too."

His nonchalance was just part of the disarmament. Something about the spell he wove kept me there.naked, hard, and wanting. I didn't know what to say. I opened my mouth to continue his apparently casual conversation, but my predicament left me speechless. I just continued stroking myself slowly. My penis felt so hard that it was straining the skin at the head, almost painfully. I had butterflies in my stomach from the intoxication.

"What about you?" he probed.

"Uh, yeah me too." I sputtered. "I can't go even a day without it. I've tried. I can't stop" I said. And it was true. I was fully addicted to jacking off, like most guys I assume. My church counselors had tried to teach us boys to resist that urge as an evil temptation. As a result, we all felt guilty all the time for doing it, but playing with girls and jerking off had taught the lot of us an honest truth. It was a part of being male and young.

"Why try to stop?" he asked, and again, I envied him. It was like not knowing who landscaped his yard. Why worry? Why be guilty? Why indeed.

As we continued to talk and even laugh, I began to feel my body respond. The orgasm was building all over me - even down to my naked toes. I could feel the familiar sensation coming. Suddenly, something about it threw up a mental barrier. I didn't want to cum in front of another guy. Even after all that had happened that night, I still associated that feeling with my straight identity. I stopped cold and let go of my dick like it was hot to the touch. I didn't want to reach the point of no return there so close to him.with him watching.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I was getting close." I said truthfully.

"Oh, yeah. Don't want to cum too soon. I agree." He actually slipped his hand down from directly under the head of his penis to the base of the shaft and slowed his own stroking. His other hand moved from down beside his balls to up onto his stomach where he massaged his own muscles with a circular motion. "I like it better if I can stretch it out, too." he said.

"Yeah." was all I could say. Despite my continued hard erection betraying my desire, there were a few moments where the silence felt awkward, like the sexual tension would pass, like he was losing me.

"In the showers in gym class," he said, "I always wondered how big other guy's cocks would get when they were hard." He pushed his own cock over until it was pointing toward our feet and then let it snap back and slap his stomach. He laughed. "I remember someone telling me you can't tell how big it will be by how long it is when it's soft."

"I even wondered how big yours would be." he said, and I saw his head turn to look at my face instead of my middle.

I bit my lip and said, "Now you know." somewhat nervously.

"Yeah. It's a good one you've got there. I'm glad you're not a lot bigger than me." he said and laughed some more. As he always had a gift for doing, Brian made me feel better and I giggled with him.

"I still have high hopes of this thing reaching 8 inches." I said as I waggled my own stiff cock back and forth with my thumb and forefinger.

Then he surprised me with another massive ice breaker. "Mind if I touch it?" he asked calmly.

"Uh."

"It's just that I've always." and he paused. "Listen, man, it's just you and me here. We're friends. No one ever hears about this from me. k? I promise."

I looked over at him. He had an honest expression on his face - a quite serious one, and he had turned over onto his side facing me with one hand in the air and his fingers spread apart, as if to show me he carried no hidden weapons.

Like always, I wanted to continue to be cool in his eyes. I liked being his friend. His smile did that to me. The day's events had brought me this far. It was indeed a web of seduction, but how could I deny I wanted him to touch me - my own body betrayed me with every breath I took. I said, "Um. Yeah. Ok.but I don't want to.you know."

"Don't worry." he said. "It's just me." Whatever that meant.

He scootched over a bit closer to me, still leaning on his right arm and slowly extending his left down toward my cock. I nervously retracted my own arms back to my sides, not quite sure what to do with them. I rested my one hand on my chest for safe keeping, thinking perhaps I would need it on a moment's notice..

He moved his left hand under my cock which was pointing resolutely up over my head, and touched my light tuft of pubic hair with his palm. I didn't have a lot, but he pressed down into it and eased his fingers forward until the tips contacted the base of my shaft. I felt a shock run through me and I breathed in unexpectedly. He continued until his thumb rested at the base and his other fingers flowed around the other side with his index finger circumnavigating it entirely and his pinky and third finger resting on my thickened scrotum. He tightened his fingers slowly until they grasped the base firmly. It was not the tender, tentative touch I had felt from girl friends in the past. This was the firm grip of another boy who knew what a hard cock wanted when it was hungry. He held onto me like that. Squeezing me. It was the most powerful sexual feeling I had ever had. He had me with his strength and control. I wanted him to hold on, then. More of my reticence disappearing.

He loosened his grip slightly and slid up the shaft letting the taught warm skin move under this fingers, then tightened again just under the head. I pursed my lips together as I felt him take his thumb very gently and run it across the sensitive tip. He only did that once as my stomach muscles flinched involuntarily. Very very slowly he pulled downward until his hand was at the base again and the skin of my cock was stretched all the way up to the head. He just held it, watching my captive penis straining in his grip.

With his thumb and index finger still securely around the shaft, I felt three warm fingertips engulf my tight suspended scrotum. He had me at his whim, but he didn't stroke it, yet. He only held me there, very lightly kneading the flesh with the muscles of his hand. I felt the overwhelming urge to thrust into it and I tightened my thighs and butt against the bedspread to push upward. He only pushed back. I looked at his face wondering what he was thinking and I saw a calm and curious expression - like he was studying me.

"You have to stroke it." I said impatiently, and I saw him laugh.

"Oh, do I?" he said, to which I almost responded with a "yes, please", but instead said nothing.

It wasn't just my cock that was tight and straining, but my whole body. I don't even think I breathed out again until he slowly and surely stroked back upward to the head - the skin of the shaft moving with him. It was the most wonderful feeling I could imagine. I was surprised at myself - at my response to his deliberate control. Was I supposed to feel like this when another guy touched me? Why did I feel like such a willing captive? Why was this so good?

I looked over at him in wonderment. This wasn't wrong at all to him, I thought. He was like an explorer. Suddenly, his slender young, swimmer's physique filled my vision. His blonde hair lightly brushing my left shoulder; a strong left arm stretched across my waist holding me bound; his continuous line of smooth tanned skin running unbroken from his collar bone to his toes; and his own cock sprung hard and pointing at me above his tight young stomach.

I thrust up into his hand causing one full stroke, but instead of continuing the rhythm by jacking it, he let go entirely for a moment and threw his left leg all the way over me until he was sitting astride my legs and looking straight down at my cock. I had to put my legs together as he sat across them. Rather than being shocked, I only wanted him to grab it again as soon as possible. I leaned back and rested against the pillow. I gazed up at him and loved his weight on me. He moved forward up my thighs until his own cock and balls rested just above my own. It was an amazing sight to see both hard shafts together like that. He took both of his hands, wrapped them around our dicks and held us both there like one massive cock jutted from between us, and started to stroke.

I felt his hardened shaft press against my own, squeezed together tightly as his mass of fingers entangled us with a practiced motion. He looked so amazing like that. I had to touch him back.

I let myself lay completely back flat onto the bed and extended my hands forward along my side until they found his bent knees. I slid my hands up the smooth skin of his thighs and then to the side of his hips which sat just above my own. I wanted to reach all the way around and touch his firm butt, but I couldn't quite reach. I held my hands there at his waist as his legs opened in a V shape over me. He jacked us faster and faster until precum began dripping down between us, under his fingers, and over the shafts. He took some from the head of my cock and spread it down me where my cock contacted his own, squeezed his fingers around us again, and continued.

CHAPTER 6

I felt it building again. The orgasm rising from my spine, from my legs, from my stomach. An orgasm out of my control for the first time in my life. I recognized my favorite intimate sensation growing fast from inside me. I felt his weight on me again, but now I could feel how it would not let me move or escape. I wanted it, I needed it, but I shouldn't. I shouldn't cum in front of another boy, I thought. He shouldn't see me cum. I should be controlling this moment like I do with myself - with girls. I began bucking a little under him, but he didn't stop.

"um..I think I'm going to." was all I said as I looked up at him.

"yeah, Alex, let's shoot together." he said breathlessly, his own orgasm no doubt building in his balls. His stroking rhythm not flagging.

"I, I can't. You've got to..stop. I'm going to cum!" I said, like the statement would make sense to him.

"I know." he answered. "Cum for me." he said as our eyes met. I don't know what he saw in my eyes, but it must have been a little fear, a little desperation from the straight boy he was dominating. To his credit, with an expression I still remember vividly, he smiled tenderly at me and slowed his stroking. We were both breathing rapidly, our genitals entwined like one organ, and he released his grip. I found that I was sitting up involuntarily, almost doing a stomach crunch under him and relaxed again onto the pillow.

He took both of his hands, still a little slippery from the precum, and ran them down over my stomach. He lightly massaged me from my hip bones up over my belly and up to my ribs. Drawing circles with his finger tips over my skin.

"Too fast, huh?" he asked rhetorically through labored breathing, to which I agreed by simply closing my eyes for a moment.

"Alex.listen to me." he said in a reserved tone. "You know I like you, right?" Despite his obvious throbbing boner suspended over my stomach as he leaned forward, the question did not seem absurd. He had my attention. I listened to him.

"It's not a game with me." he said. "I like girls too." and he paused to let it settle in.

"I'm just not afraid of liking you as well." he said. "I've wanted you for a long time... Does that make sense?"

I could only look up at him. I was still hard, desperate and wanting, but the moment was powerful. I was conflicted, but couldn't deny what had happened to me that night. It had all been wonderful. Perfect.

"It's just you and me here. No one ever has to know." he promised. "Look at us!" he said as he looked down at our straining cocks then back up at my face.

I couldn't help but smile at him. He was so cute. He was so right. I wanted him. I wanted to cum and let him see it happen.

He looked deeply into my eyes as he leaned forward over me, and I will never forget when he began sliding back toward my feet very very slowly, still looking up into my eyes for signs of objection. He was going down on me slowly, but he wasn't going to just take me this time. He watched me for approval as his head got nearer and nearer my crotch.

I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and parted my legs a bit for him as his weight lifted off of my calves.

I kept my eyes closed and held my breath as I felt his soft warm lips kiss the tip of my wanting cock. The tenderness sent a shiver through my entire body and I felt warm wet softness sliding around the head of my penis. He was licking me like an ice cream cone.and I loved it. I moaned out loud. Yes, I wanted him. I wanted him to do whatever he would. I breathed deeply to let it happen.

But just as Brian had such a gift for, he surprised me with one last comment. "Alex.you do me next, ok?"

I opened my eyes to meet his own gazing up at me with an encouraging and serious expression.

I simply nodded my head and pursed my lips again. I watched amazed as he kept his gaze focused on mine as he opened his mouth wide to accommodate me. I saw his head turn down, tufts of soft blonde hair spilling onto me and felt my cock engulfed in his mouth. I moaned again, louder. His mouth slid down about halfway over my length and his hands were at my hips. He arched his back a bit and took me in deeper, closing his lips and tongue around the shaft as he drew it back out. He sucked hard. His head moved up and down over the shaft quickly a few times and I was lost in him as my eyes closed again.

His hands pushed down on the bed under me and grabbed my ass. In a quick strong motion, he squeezed with his fingers under me and my mouth fell open in shock as my cheeks parted slightly just as I felt my cock sink all the way to back of his throat. He sucked and bobbed his head down over my cock quickly a number of times as his hands continued to kneed my ass. My arousal rose quickly to a fever pitch as I tensed under him. I began thrusting up into his mouth involuntarily with the little freedom of movement I had. He sucked harder on me. The tip of my cock wildly sensitive inside his warm mouth. My shoulders tensed back. I sunk my head into the pillow. My stomach muscles tightened.

He pulled his hands out from under my tensed bottom and brought them around to grasp my cock as he pulled his lips off of me in one last long kiss.and I exploded. I heard myself cry out in ecstasy. I'll never forget the tapping sound of my cum splatting on the headboard over my right shoulder and his loud amused response. "Holy shit!"

I felt several powerful bursts from my balls and a warm stream of cum landing across my collar bone and up to my neck. Another jet splashed on my stomach as I writhed under him. He giggled as he watched my orgasm take me over. I could hear he was genuinely shocked by it, as was I. I collapsed into the bed, spent and gasping.

"Alex! oh my god. That was amazing." he said as I opened my eyes. He wasn't looking at my face. He was looking at my stomach. He reached down and touched the milkiness with two fingers. His head was cocked to one side as he squished the liquid around between his thumb and forefinger. I could only smile and breath heavily. I closed my eyes again and relaxed.

"Oh no you don't!" he said resolutely, and surprisingly I felt him grab my shoulders firmly with his hands and turn me forcibly onto my side to face him. "Your turn!" and he flopped onto his back on the bed. He even grabbed my right hand and dropped it on his stomach.

I remember thinking how interesting it was that he said, "YOUR" turn instead of "MY" turn, because despite the post-orgasmic refractory period every guy goes through, I indeed wanted to touch him all over. I wanted to feel his cock then. It was like selfish revenge and lust and desire all mixed together. I grabbed his cock firmly as he had grabbed mine. It was soft skin and a hard core simultaneously. Familiar and yet not. I loved the feel of him. I loved seeing him still erect because of me - straining and needing to cum just as I had. I felt total sexual empathy like I had never felt with a sexual partner before. He was just like me. He felt like me. It was intense and beautiful.

I didn't play around with him or tease with foreplay as much as he had done. We were much deeper into our intimacy than that, but I was still slow and deliberate as I stroked him. I switched to grip his shaft with my left hand and slid my right hand between his legs to cup his balls. They felt tight and cool in my warm hand. Now, I had HIM. I knew to be gentle with them as I continued jacking him firmly with my left. He spread his legs wide for me, moaned deeply, and tried to thrust quickly into my fist.

"Alex" he said breathlessly, ".with your mouth.like I did."

I heard it as more than a request. It was a command of fair play and I could not deny him as I was even then feeling my own cum still on my chest dripping across me and onto the bedspread. I took a deep breath and moved my head tentatively closer to his crotch. I remember his scent. I remember still smelling the chlorine from the pool on his skin, mixed in with his musk and even my own. His cock was so hard and straight. His cut shaft proud and wanting. I licked my lips and eased closer to it. I stopped only inches from it and parted my lips a bit to extend my tongue.

I touched the side of the head of his cock with my tongue first and licked all the way around it, as I had felt him do. I did that again and again until I felt his hand gently on the back of my head. He was encouraging me to go further.

I swallowed once nervously and parted my lips again. I was going to open my mouth and take him inside me, but I was suddenly taken aback by how big around an erect penis looked up close like that. My jaw was open wide enough to eat a sandwich and yet he was much bigger than that. I realized I would have to open my mouth almost as wide as it would go to let him in. So, instead of taking the cock into my mouth I simply gave the side of the shaft an open mouth kiss, laying my tongue on it and sucking it from the side.

The feel of his fingers sinking into my tousled hair reminded me again of what he had just done for me, how deeply he had taken me in, and I moved my mouth to the tip of his cock again and kissed it. I opened my mouth for a moment and closed it again self consciously. It seemed so difficult a step to take, and yet I wanted to do this for him.to do this TO him. I opened my mouth one more time but only licked around the tip, teasing him some more while my left hand wrapped around the base of his shaft to hold him steady.

Then, I felt Brian's other hand on my head, he made a fist and grabbed my hair with his fingers and pulled hard on the tiny ones at the back of my neck with a jerk, so that my head was pulled an inch or so up away from his cock for a moment. When I scowled out an audible yelp, my mouth jutted open in pain and he thrust his cock into it. I'll never forget the feeling of his penis forcibly parting my lips and sliding the head just between my teeth. I instantly opened my mouth wide to let him in and was shocked to find myself impaled on his throbbing hardness. I got the message as he released my hair but kept his hands on my head. I slid my hands to his waist and centered myself between his spread legs.

It was so huge in my mouth. I licked it all over, sucking and pressing it hard with my lips. I slid my head down onto him a couple of inches and back up again to give the tip a smacking kiss. I did that again and again, faster and faster, my tongue darting over him, my lips caressing his length. Sucking and bobbing my head. I started to slide my hands under his bottom just as he had done to me, and when he raised up to accommodate me, his cock thrust deeply into my mouth and I gagged on it. Despite almost choking, I liked feeling it deep into the back of my mouth, and so I swallowed once, licked my lips, and did it again.this time deliberately. He moaned out loud. It felt great to hear him pleasured that way. I looked up at him out of the top of my eyes, with my mouth still wide open engulfing his cock, expecting to see him with his head back and eyes closed as mine would have been, but his eyes were open. He was looking at me. holding me there with his hands. He was so hot looking as he smiled.

I looked down again at his smooth stomach muscle and saw them tighten. He began to thrust into my mouth, while keeping my head from rising with his hands. I just held still and let him push in and out of my mouth rapidly, careful not to let my teeth scrape against him.

Then all at once he let go of my head and I looked up at him with my lips just wrapped around the head.

He only had time to say, "I'm.I'm.." and he threw his head back. I pulled my lips off of his cock just as he burst. His warm cum hit my face with a shocking force. I leaned his shaft upward and had a close-up view of a stream of cum jetting out of his penis far up onto his chest. His whole body spasmed and he gripped the bedspread hard on both sides in his tensed fingers as he emptied himself again and again.

I was as stunned by his orgasm as he had been by mine. I smiled widely despite myself and wiped his cum from my left cheek to spread it on his stomach.

I flopped over onto the pillow next to him and we both laid there staring at the ceiling. Cum was literally everywhere. I had been dripping down onto him and onto the bed the entire time, and now, he was covered with it up to his neck.

We sat in silence for a few moments listening to his breathes labored and deep.

He rolled off of the bed and walked across the room. I sat up on one elbow and absolutely delighted in watching his perfect naked ass moving across the room to disappear into the dark of his private bathroom. The light never came on, but a few seconds later he emerged with two towels, one of which he threw over onto my chest. He stood there next to me and wiped himself all over with the towel as I did the same. Then he said, "Get up for a second." and as I did so, he tossed his towel back behind him onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. I walked in and dropped my own towel on top of his. I turned on the tap and waited for it to get warm. I washed my face all over with soap and water, drying myself thoroughly on another towel hanging by the shower doors.

When I came back out of the bathroom, the whole bedspread had been pulled off of the bed and lay in a pile on the floor. Brian was under the sheets and blankets laying on his side facing me. He threw the sheets down and patted on the bed for me to join him.

He asked me if I wanted to peak out of the window first, and see if Karen and her boyfriend were skinny dipping in the pool, but I told him that I had plenty to look at right there in the room, and hopped in to sleep naked with him in that perfect warm bed.

THE END