Hey, I'm George. This is the second part of my story "Poker with Brian." So if you haven't read the first part then I recommend that you do before you read on...Anyway, hope you enjoy
After all the excitement of Friday night absolutely nothing else seemed important enough to think about. On Monday morning I sat in school driving myself insane thinking about what had happened just days before. Brian and I only had 2 classes together that day; English literature and leisure and tourism, so I basically sat and stared at him the whole time, watching the way strands of his gorgeous red hair would fall over his face when he leaned forward to write. If he was certain there was no one looking he would turn round and wink at me and smile and I knew the thoughts running through his head were pretty similar to my own.
At 3.30pm the bell finally rang and I ran out of class so fast I was tripping over tables and chairs. I waited at the front gates impatiently, shifting my weight from one foot to the other and cracking my knuckles. After a few minutes Brian appeared at the top of the steps. "You took your time, man!" I shouted, as he approached. "Yeah, sorry." Then he leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Dude, I think there's something wrong with me `cause I've had a permanent stiffy since Friday night. I actually had to go to the toilets and take care of it." "Me too. I'm wearing the baggiest trousers I have but I still feel like everyone's staring at my dick." I said, laughing.
We walked the mile and a half to Brian's house. Usually I'd go in and have a drink and take a piss before walking to my house, which is only a few streets away. But this time we stood outside because it was much more private. He leaned back against the garden gate and asked, "So are you working today?" "Yeah, til ten o'clock." I said, knowing that if it wasn't for my shitty job in the ice cream parlour I could've spent the rest of the day with Brian. "Well phone me when you finish your shift," he said, "You know, I'd love to be able to kiss you goodbye and stuff. But I guess it'd look a bit...well...a bit gay." I wanted to dive on him right there and start ripping his clothes off but instead I just punched his arm and said "Me too, but I'm sure we'll make up for it when we get the chance." Then I give him a little wink, took my jacket off and tied it round my waist to hide the totally obvious bulge in my pants and walked home.
Work was unbearable. It's too cold for ice cream so I sat in an almost completely empty shop for 5 hours listening to a couple of old ladies talking about hip operations and a mystery virus that's going around. And, of course, I thought about Brian.
I got into the house at about 10.30pm, kicked my boots off and called Brian straight away. We talked about my night at work, what he'd done all afternoon and all the usual stuff. "So what've you got planned for the rest of the night then?" He asked, "Uhm, well I intend to have something to eat. Then I'll probably have a shower and jack off thinking about you." "Really?" he asked, sounding pleased. "Nah...fuck the food. I'm just gonna jack off." We both laughed and then he said, "How about a camping trip this weekend?"
Brian and I have gone camping together since we were kids. We'd waste the day running around the forest shooting at birds and rabbits with BB guns, then sit and toast marshmallows on the fire. It was always brilliant because there was never anyone there to bother us and we could do whatever we wanted. One morning at about 5.00am Brian grinned and said, "Cool! We stayed up all night," we were so proud it was like we'd just discovered a cure for cancer.
"A camping trip sounds great." I said, smiling. I already had a hard-on as I thought of all the possibilities of being in a tent, alone with Brian, miles from anywhere. "I thought you'd say that," he said, and I knew he was smirking. We discussed the up-coming weekend for about half an hour and before we hung up he said, "Well, have a good wank, and make sure you think about me." "Yeah, you too." I said "Oh, don't worry...I will."
The rest of the week was a nightmare. Everything reminded me of Brian and the weekend ahead. I was working every day after school so the only time I got to see him was when we walked home together. And, of course, the only thing we talked about was the camping trip and how we jerked off at least twice a day thinking about it. Friday finally arrived and since I'd packed the tent and sleeping bags on Tuesday I just spent the day biting my nails and trying to control the butterflies in my stomach.
After school we walked to Brian's house and, as usual, his mum was at work. There was some money and a note held on to the fridge with one of those magnets you get in kids cereals. Brian already had his stuff packed so we grabbed the money, 12 beers and some food and went to my house. We filled a cooler with some more beers, milk, bacon and all the other necessary stuff and packed everything into the boot of the car. My mum drove; Brian and I both sat in the back. He was reading a book called Stark, by Ben Elton, which I'd lent him a few days before, and every now and then he'd laugh or grin, it made him look so sweet and sexy.
The 2-hour drive felt like days. Eventually we arrived as close to the mountains as we could get in the car, I kissed my mum goodbye, and Brian and I each grabbed a rucksack and a handle of the cooler and began to hike up the mountain. It didn't take us long, especially considering the fact that we had to carry the huge cooler. When we got to the top we had to spend about 20 minutes trying to find a flat area that wasn't completely covered in balls of rabbit shit to put the tent up.
It was around 9.00pm before we actually got a chance to relax. We sat beside the small battery operated lamp in the tent, drinking beer and eating bars of chocolate because neither of us felt like cooking proper food.
I waited an entire 30 seconds before leaning over and kissing Brian. Just the fresh, clean smell of his hair was enough to get all eight inches of me standing to attention. "I've been dying to do this all week," he said, lying on his back and pulling me on top of him. He gyrated his hips under me, rubbing his erection against mine, making me grunt and moan. I could feel my cock pulsating in my jeans and I was sure it was gonna burst through the denim any second. Running my fingers through his hair, I took his bottom lip in my mouth and sucked it gently, tasting the chocolate he'd been eating. I could feel Brian's hands stroke my sides as he pulled my T-shirt off.
"Your skin's so smooth," he said, nibbling on my chest and sliding one of his hands down to cup my balls through my clothes. I crawled down and pulled his jeans and boxers off. All week I'd been fantasizing about sucking his smooth cock and now that I had the chance I wasn't going to waste it. I stroked and kissed the insides of his thighs before licking the small drops of warm, bitter pre cum from the tip of his boner. He gasped, sucking in as much air as he possibly could and his whole body shivered.
I had a good idea of what I was supposed to do but I was still worried that I'd bite him or something. Holding his foreskin back with my right hand, I held the head of his pole between my lips, and then began to slip more of it into my mouth. Brian's hips jerked upward, thrusting his cock right to the back of my throat. He was breathing heavily and moaning then all of a sudden he said, "Holy shit George, you're sucking my cock!" like he'd just woke up and realized what was going on. "Do you have any idea how many times of dreamed about this and woke up covered in cum? And now it's actually happening," he breathed. The slurping sounds of me sucking my best friends cock and his moaning was enough to make me leak at least a bucket of pre cum.
I lifted my head up, grinned at him, and said "I have a tub of Vaseline in my rucksack." "Really?" He asked, sitting up and taking his T-shirt off. "Yeah, gimme a sec." I said, rummaging around in the side pocket of my backpack. I finally found the Vaseline and began rubbing it on Brian's cock as he pulled my jeans and boxers down. "I can't believe we're doing this. I'm really really glad we are but it's still kinda hard to believe." he admitted. I agreed with him. The most sexual thing Brian and I had done together before last weekend was to look at a porn mag.
I pulled my jeans and boxers off and got down on all fours. Brian used one hand to caress my balls and the other to massage my ass. Then I felt his hands slide my ass cheeks apart. He leaned down and licked my crack, circling my hole; finally he used his tongue to stroke my asshole. The sensations it sent through my body were amazing and I could hear myself moaning and begging him to stick his tongue in me.
When Brian was sure I was lose enough for him to begin he covered one of his fingers with Vaseline and began to gently slide his middle finger in. I felt it slide in past the nail, then the knuckle and when it was in completely he gently moved it around inside me. It made me hornier than anything I'd ever felt before.
He slid his finger out and I could hear him move around behind me, then I felt the huge, throbbing head of his boner against my asshole. I could feel more pre cum ooze out of my dick. My whole body was tingling in anticipation. "George, are you sure you really want me to fuck you?" He teased, rubbing his cock against my hole. "Yes, quick, fuck me as hard as you can." I begged, but before I'd even stopped speaking I felt his dick begin to slide into my ass. We both moaned as he pushed the entire length of his dick into me with one quick move. "You're ass is so fucking hot and tight." He said, gripping my shoulder with his left hand and using the other to stroke my cock. I tried to tell him to fuck me harder but I was so out of breath I could hardly speak.
When he slid out a little I shoved my ass back as he pushed his shaft back in, hoping he'd get the hint and go faster. He did. He started ramming his cock in hard and fast, making his balls slap against mine. "I'm cumming," I gasped, and I felt my ass clench, squeezing Brian's raging boner. "Oh yeah, cum for me George, I wanna feel your hot, sweet spunk squirt all over my hand." As I came I felt about 6 squirts of Brian's warm jizz shoot into my ass as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. He was leaning on my back, his hard nipples pressing against my skin, the last of his spunk oozing out of his dick into my ass. We were both out of breath and covered in sweat. "Wow" I said, knowing that no words could possibly describe how good that was. "Dude, I think there's about a gallon of cum in your guts." He said, sliding out of me. We lay there together in silence for about 10 minutes, both too tired to speak. "So when do I get the chance to suck you til you explode in my mouth?" Brian asked. I looked down at my dick "Hmmm, gimme ten minutes, then you can suck as much as you want."
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