This story was originally posted in January 2000 in the Beginnings section on Nifty. There have been some minor sentence structure changes, but the content of the story essentially remains the same. Additionally, new chapters will be posted in an effort to complete the story after all previous chapters have been posted.
This story contains descriptions of sexual encounters between minors that are homosexual in nature. If offended by such things or if you are not of legal age, then read no further. The characters and events depicted in this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to any real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the expressed written consent of the author. Comments or questions regarding this story may be addressed to Scotty Yates and sent via email to yatessg@yahoo.com. (c) 2000 by the author
This story is a work of fiction, although I must admit, my stories are based on experiences of my friends or drawn from similar personal experience in my own background. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
POOR WHITE TRASH By Scotty Yates
Chapter 11
Before I could say anything else, Brandon jumped up and walked towards me wiping the tears from his face with his arm. He then said, "Billy Joe, before you say anything, may I please say something else? Please?"
"Ok Brandon, what is it?"
"Billy Joe, I know that I messed things up really badly by not talking to you about what was going on. I'm very sorry. Before you say anything I want you to know I am releasing you from that stupid agreement. You can do whatever you want. You can keep all the clothes, and I will take you home right now. On Monday, I will get the clerk to draw up new papers reversing the name change and I will make a public apology for the way I treated you. I won't mention my being gay and loving you to anyone. I promise not to embarrass you any further."
"I will go away for the summer and, if you want, I will even pay for you to go somewhere so you won't have to face the people. I know I have hurt you. I didn't mean to. I really didn't. You can forget all about me. It's up to you. I would very much like the opportunity to just be friends with you, but I will understand if you don't want to. Maybe when you go to Florida State this fall, we can make a try at being friends. I am asking you to forgive me. Will You? Please?"
All of the time he had been talking he had been staring down at the sand unable to look me in the eyes. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was trying to hold back the tears. It was also very clear he was totally sincere.
"Brandon?"
"Yes, Billy Joe."
"What about my pa? What would you tell him? He thinks I am gay, and apparently thinks I like you."
"I will tell him I was wrong, and that nothing has happened between us. That is the truth. Nothing has happened, except for my kissing you. You won't have to lie or anything."
Of course he didn't know about my own activities in the early morning hours.
"Brandon, what about your parents?"
"Don't worry about mom and dad, Billy Joe. I will explain to them I was wrong about you, and that you don't like guys. I will tell them nothing happened. They will believe me."
"So you are willing to tell everyone nothing happened. That you just wanted to be friends with me, and that we clashed. Is that it?"
"Yes, I guess so. I don't want to make you look bad to your friends or to anyone. You can tell anyone that asks that I was a real jerk. You can even tell them, if you want, that I made a pass at you, and you rebuffed me. I will even let you hit me several times and give me a black eye so it will be more believable. I will do anything you want just to get you back to where you were before I started this whole thing. I didn't want to hurt you Billy Joe. I'm sorry." And then he started crying again.
"Hmmmmm! Let me get this straight. You are willing to do all this and even let me beat you up just to put everything back to the way it was. Right?"
"Yes. Anything to get you to forgive me."
"Brandon, Is that really what you want?"
"Well, Uhhhh..............."
"Brandon? What do you really want?"
"Billy Joe, Please? I don't want to hurt you anymore. I don't! Oh God! What am I going to do?" He said as he started sobbing harder. "I don't want to hurt you."
"But Brandon, I want to know what you really want to do?"
After a couple of moments and getting himself under control, he looked up at me. This was the first time since we had started talking again that he had looked me fully in the face. "Billy Joe, I love you. I love you with all my heart. I want you. I want you to love me. I want to be with you. Take care of you. I want to spend the rest of my live with you. I want you to be a part of my life, and I want you to share my life with me. I want to be a part of your life, and I want to share your life. In the good and the bad times, I want you to be there, just like I want to be there for you. I want you to love me just as much as I love you. Yes, I want to make love with you. That is what I really want."
"Brandon."
"Look Billy Joe, I know you don't like what I just said. I obviously was dead wrong in thinking you might have similar feelings for me like I have for you. But you asked what I really wanted. I have to be honest with you. I am not going to play games and scheme anymore to get my way. All you have to say is 'take me home' and I will do it. I just wish it could have worked out differently."
"So if I say 'take me home' that will be it. You don't want to be friends with me or have me as a brother."
Again dropping his eyes to the sand, he said, "Billy Joe, after what I have done to you, I can't expect you to want to be my friend. And especially since I have told you that I love you, there is no way you are going to want to be around me. If you would be willing for us to just be friends then I would gladly accept that. I will promise I will never make another pass at you. I can do it."
"Brandon?"
"Yes?"
"Brandon, look at me!"
He lifted his eyes and looked into my face. There was not much light, but the lights from the nearby buildings and the moon made it so we both could see each other. I could see the tears glistening on his face. We were standing only about two feet apart and about 10 feet from the towels lying there on the sand of the beach. I couldn't really see into his eyes, but I knew the fire that was always there when Brandon looked at me was still burning very brightly. I could almost feel the heat coming from them.
"Brandon, I want to be your friend. I want to be around you. I would like very much to be a part of your life. But the only way I am going to do it is if we are equals. I don't just want us to be friends. I also want us to be lovers. I love you, Brandon."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Very softly I said, "Brandon, I said I love you."
Before I could say or do a thing Brandon had moved up to me. He threw his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug with every available part of his body making contact with mine. As he had begun hugging me, I also threw my arms around Brandon, pulling him even closer to me. At every contact point I could feel the sensation of his skin touching mine. And believe me since we were both only wearing our swim trunks there was a lot of skin contact. Every nerve was alert to the sensation his body was giving me. His head was on my shoulder and I could feel the tears falling onto the skin of my shoulder. They were very hot and rolled off down my back. I could feel his breath on my neck and tears began to form in my eyes. I pulled back a little bit and put my lips very softly and tenderly on his cheek and kissed it. As I did he turned his head slightly and our lips came into contact with each other. I don't know how long we held the kiss, but it seemed like time stood still. I was totally lost in the sensations that were streaming from him into my body. I knew Brandon was feeling the same.
"Billy Joe, I've never been attracted to anyone as I am to you. Last night and every night my thoughts are filled with you. You're the most awesome guy I've ever met," Brandon whispered as his lips left my mouth moving very slowly and cautiously across my cheek and brushing the edge of my ear lobe. I felt his arms close tighter around me, holding the small of my back.
"Last night I couldn't sleep either, Brandon." I said gently, as our bodies pressed tighter together. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "That's why I had to get up and do my laundry this morning. I wanted to be with you. I want you so much." I said. "Do you?" I asked as I pulled my head away, and looked into his eyes.
"Yes, yes, Billy Joe" Brandon said, as his eyes closed and his head moved forward, our mouths meeting in the most breath taking and tender kiss I have ever experienced! Our tongues met, probing, dancing while our arms were tightly around each other. Our bodies seemed to merge into one. We held each other breathing deeply, passionately, expectantly. "I want to be with you more than anything, Billy Joe, but I've never--" he paused with a pleading look in his eyes. "I've never done, I've never been with anyone. I don't know what, don't know how to--" he choked up once again and pulled me so tight my breathing became labored.
His desire and confession overwhelmed me. My desire for him was growing even stronger. "Brandon, we'll find the way together," I said, my hand dropping to his and turning us towards the towel lying there on the beach. He led me to the towel and turned very tenderly and silently towards me, his eyes meeting mine. An overwhelming desire came over me to strip him, go down on him then and there, give him all the pleasure possible and release his seed in the passion of this beautiful moment.
(Ok! Ok! I know you are thinking something like this, "But Billy Joe you don't like sex. You are repulsed by it. Look what you told us before." Well if you are thinking that and I know you are, then you are absolutely 100% correct. I don't like sex and I still don't. But what I do like is making love with someone you love totally. Sex is for animals, but making love is for two people who care about each other, want to be with each other, desire to give everything to each other without restraint. Making love is something very beautiful. Something totally AWESOME! It makes you feel like life is worth it all. It gives you that glow that radiates from you so people around you can see it. Making love is something very special shared between two people. It is sharing your life. It is finding that someone that makes you complete. Yep, that is what I like.)
But, I wanted him to know all of the special feelings we could have, all the joys of a slow intimate blending of our love for each other. I wanted him to experience it all, as much as I wanted it for myself as well. I wanted to be his first and only lover. I wanted it to last for us both. I knew in that moment I wanted to be with Brandon forever, regardless of what happened in our lives. Regardless of the things he had done to me. Regardless of what people might say. Regardless of the differences in our lives.
I knelt down before him and placed my mouth on his stomach and immediately felt the muscles tense. I rose up and looked into his eyes. His eyes were full of longing and he inhaled deeply as I put my fingers on his shoulders and then very softly, tenderly and slowly moved them down to his perfectly tanned chest with its small erect bud-like golden brown nipples. I leaned forward, my lips and tongue caressing and gently nibbling each one as his breathing grew heavier and heavier. His hands rested on my shoulders, rubbing them gently, then he pulled me gently to him, our mouths probing each other, as we pressed our chests together, holding our naked backs in each other's arms.
With our lips together we were passing our breath into each other's lungs and the rhythmic breathing was exhilarating. Brandon's lips were full, soft and supple and the flavor of his mouth on my tongue was glorious. I could feel the pressing hardness of his fully erect cock as we slowly rubbed back and forth across each other. Little Billy Joe had been hard since our first embrace, and I rubbed my shaft against his, wanting and hoping his sensations were as intense as mine! I pulled back and slowly knelt before him a second time, my fingers brushing ever so softly across his stomach. I looked up and into his eyes and he smiled as he lightly closed his eyes, his arms hanging tense at his sides. My hands went instinctively to his legs and I let them tenderly and slowly travel up his inner thighs and across to the bottom of his trunks and clasped his hips.
I pulled Brandon to me and rubbed my nose along the outline of his rigid penis and inhaled deeply as I searched for that hint of his male scent. Brandon's hands clenched. He shuddered as my hands moved to the waistband of his trunks. One smooth tug and his trunks dropped to the ground. Brandon raised each leg slowly and I threw the trunks aside. Only inches away now, I could see a small wet patch on the head of his cock. The rich clear fluid I knew I wanted was now flowing freely from him.
My hands grasped his ass cheeks as I pulled myself upward and I gathered him again into my arms, pressed my lips to his ear and whispered, "You are beautiful, Brandon. I love you." Brandon then began to mirror my earlier manipulations on his body, with his warm mouth encircling my own erect nipples. I felt an exploding tingling sensation spreading through my groin as his tongue danced around ever so softly on my nipples. He then moved slowly downward, kissing my lower stomach as he moved his hands up and tugged urgently at the elastic waistband holding up my trunks. He slid my trunks off and buried his face against the base my throbbing Little Billy Joe.
Brandon grasped my balls gently with his left hand, and with his right hand slowly and tenderly slipped around and cupped the soft flesh of my butt as he stood once again. We hugged and held each other tightly for a moment and as if in slow motion, we tumbled down onto the towel, our arms and legs wrapped around each other, our lips in their own rhythm, our rock hard cocks rubbing against one another.
"Are you okay?" I asked smiling into his eyes.
"I want you so much, Billy Joe."
"Lay on your stomach, close your eyes and relax and I'll give you a massage."
He obediently rolled over and I knelt by his left side as I allowed my hands to slowly begin roving and rotating in circles over his shoulders and neck, working all the way down to his feet and then ascending to his lower back.
I looked at his rounded perfectly formed ass cheeks, and then allowed my eyes to drink in the full length of his nakedness. I drew in a deep breath. The contrast of his un-tanned ass cheeks and the rest of his tanned body was mind blowing. I began using my fingertips to massage him now, as gently as I could, the fingers of each hand lightly brushing over the areas of his backside, rotating slowly but certainly. One hand was working along his inner thighs upwards to the juncture of where I knew his balls would be resting, the other hand slowly tracing his lower back and the smooth, hairless fleshy mounds of his awesome bubble butt. I finally allowed my hand to move from the small of his back down the center of his crack, until the fingers of both hands met, and I slowly spread apart those firm twin globes revealing his warm tight virgin hole.
My mind exploded with desire as he moaned softly at that very moment. Both of us were oblivious to our surroundings there on the beach with the ocean pounding in the background. Each round cheek of his firm butt involuntarily clenched, and that beautiful entrance puckered with each spasm and his sphincter muscle contracting. I moved his legs further apart and settled on my knees between them. As I looked down, there was his tight rounded scrotum holding its precious cargo of firm oval eggs nestled invitingly there in front of me. I was wanting him desperately and fought off the desire to bury my face in the warm tender recess of his precious offerings. I used the very tips of my fingers with a featherlike brushing as I traced the outline of his balls and up and around his beautiful flower. He wreathed in ecstasy at each tender movement. I slowly bent forward drawing my nose close to his balls inhaling the rich musk of his unique scent.
I was falling in love all over again with Brandon and loving it. My mind was exploding with the sensations. I knew the best was yet to come. I moved to Brandon's side, and laid on my stomach next to him drawing his face again to mine, our tongues probing deeper and more passionately than ever.
"Will you let me do that to you too, Billy Joe? I want you to feel as wonderful as you just made me feel," he said very softly and tenderly.
I smiled at him and nodded my head. I rolled over a little to give him room and closed my eyes.
Brandon moved very slowly to my side and his knees lightly brushed against my waist. His then allowed his strong hands begin to work their magic. His fingers caressed me tenderly. My nerves already in overload, responded to his every movement. Throbbing Little Billy Joe oozed more and more fluid, as I thought again about this being both of our first times with anyone and with each other and how it was going to be.
"You feel fantastic," he said. "I've loved your body since the first time I saw you naked. I got hard then and every time I have seen you since. I was afraid you would see me." And then he laughed very tenderly.
I was lying there just absorbing the feeling when all of a sudden the realization of what he had said struck me. "What did you say Brandon?"
I said, "I've loved your body since the first time I saw you naked. I got hard then and every time I have seen you since. I was afraid you would see me."
"But you have never seen me naked before."
"Oh yes, I have."
"No Brandon. I have never let you see me naked. Last night I changed in the bathroom, and I took a shower downstairs this morning. How could you have seen me naked.?
"Billy Joe."
"Yes Brandon."
"I saw you naked a long time ago."
"What?"
"Yes Billy Joe, I saw you naked a long time ago."
"When?"
"Do you remember the summer when you had the fights with Gary and Jason?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember going swimming in the river behind your house?'
"Of course, Brandon. I always went swimming there. There is nothing unusual about that."
"But didn't you go swimming nude.?"
"Well. Yeah. I guess I did. But you couldn't have seen me then. Nobody saw me go skinny dipping."
Then it hit me! Wait, how does he know that I went skinny dipping behind my house?
"Brandon, how do you know that I went skinny dipping behind my house?"
"Billy Joe, I am sorry. I wasn't spying on you. I had been out riding on my horse, and he tripped and threw me. When I caught him, I noticed he was limping so I decided to walk him back home. I was walking along the path by the river that the cows normally use when I looked down towards the river and there you were pulling off your shorts. I couldn't stop looking at you. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. All I knew was that you were beautiful. I was as hard a rock instantly. I didn't mean to intrude, but I couldn't stop looking. Your body, with your golden blond hair, was so perfect glistening in the sun. I stood there in a trance all the time you were swimming. Luckily I was in a stand of trees, and you couldn't see me."
"But Brandon knowing what I know now, maybe you should have let me see you. I think that we might have been able to work it out to have been together then."
"You mean?"
"Yes Brandon, I was in love with you even then. If we could have been together in that situation, I honestly think we could have made love to each other a long time ago."
"Billy Joe, I am so sorry. I didn't know. I thought I was the only one feeling this way. I just wanted to be your friend."
"Brandon, don't worry about it. Besides who knows. I might have reacted just like you thought I would, because of the circumstances and our positions. Let's forget all about it, Ok?"
"Wait! There is one other thing."
"What?"
"I uh.... I uh......I did it several more times besides that one time. From then on when it was hot and I thought you might be swimming, I made it a point of riding down by the river. I spent hours sitting on a log in those woods watching, waiting, and hoping you would show up. I wasn't successful very often, but I have watched you at least 10 times. I couldn't stop myself. Will you forgive me?"
"Brandon, it is alright. Forget all about it. I love you and you love me."
I sighed heavily as Brandon moved to straddle me and sat down on my upper legs, his balls resting just below the crest of my ass. Still unaware of our surroundings and the danger of being seen there on the beach. His fingers trailed along the sides of my waist causing my stomach muscles to twitch uncontrollably. He leaned forward and I felt the hard naked flesh of his cock sliding forward and back again nestled between the two of us in the furrow of my cheeks. Brandon then leaned forward and began brushing the tips of his nipples back and forth across my upper back with his arms supporting his weight as he rocked from side to side. I was lost in the sensations flooding throughout my body.
He then laid down on top of me and began tonguing and breathing heavily into my ear which triggered a stomach wrenching spasm that stole away my breath.
"Show me how to make love, please?" he whispered pleadingly as he looked deep into my eyes.
"You're doing just fine", I answered, smiling and kissing his passion-flushed cheekbone. I knew the time had arrived for me to look, touch, and to have all of Brandon. I had most of his body in my mind from my previous night's contact with him, but now I wanted it all. I wanted to make love to all of him.
"Close your eyes and lay on your side facing me," I said as I rolled onto my right side. I closed my own eyes and faced him. Little Billy Joe brushed against his side as he moved to me. Our bodies absorbed one another, our surging groins thrusting together with my dick enmeshed in his soft nest of black hairs. Brandon's own rigid penis was grinding against mine. Flesh against flesh. We were both lost in our desire for the other. We surrendered to each other everything that could be given, caught up in a the frenzy of making love with the other. As Brandon rolled slowly to his back, I turned my head moving my lips across his shoulder and running my tongue into the recess under his arm. I relished the salinity of the mixture of his perspiration and the salt water. I slid my head very slowly downward below the rise of his chest circling the perfectly rounded recess of his navel. The muscle and flesh beneath my tongue began twitching and causing Brandon to moan in soft gentle whimpers. My face finally came to rest low on his stomach and my fingers slid onto his dense soft pubic mound. My eyes opened to gaze for the first time upon his magnificent cock. God it was so awesome. Something perfect and beautiful.
Slightly longer than mine, perhaps seven and half or eight inches, it was almost ethereal. Its distended mushroomed head was covered with rivulets of flowing pre-cum running over the wide flaring dark purple ridge and down the length of his perfectly straight shaft. It drew me onward, closer and closer until I knew I could not stop. My tongue brushed the soft dark purple crown of the glistening head and it jerked involuntarily.
I could no longer hold back. My lips nibbled at the tip and my tongue began swirling around and around the head tasting and gathering his free-flowing juices. Soft guttural moans began flowing from the recess of his throat as his dick jerked again and again. Using my left hand, I gathered and encircled his balls. I closed my mouth around the head and drew down on the warm spongy shaft, sucking it hungrily into my mouth. I buried my nostrils in his velvety pubic hairs inhaling his musk. His scent was deep and intoxicating and it careened across my senses. Every time I sucked up to the summit of his shaft, Brandon writhed in ecstasy as more and more of his sweet emissions seeped out of that deep purple head and onto my tongue. My desire and passion to inhale his shaft were uncontrollable.
I rolled between his legs and allowed my tongue to trace the length of his shaft in a slow rambling movement. My fingers all the while were fondling his erect supple nipples while my mouth cherished the smooth skin of his ball sack. I could sense his balls hardening around the periphery of each oval seed. I alternately rolled and sucked each one into my mouth. My tongue flickered along the side of his balls as I withdrew my hands and placed them below his knees, raising his legs upward towards his chest. The warm rich aroma of his scent filled my nostrils cascading across my mind. Brandon's body quivered. His breathing became deep and hard as my fingers spread across his loins and my tongue began it's quest towards the warm moist entrance of his flower.
My tongue darted around the rim of his flower with ever deepening sorties until, at last, I delved deep inside him free from time and space. Brandon writhed from side to side in a deep wrenching instinctive frenzy as I feasted on the elastic recesses of his flower. His body convulsed and I knew he was close. With no further restraint I lost complete control and slid into that realm of passion and love. I slid over his leg and laid on Brandon's left side. After grabbing and rolling up one of the extra towels, I raised his body and I slipped a pillow under his butt elevating him slightly. Then using my mouth, I moistened the middle finger of my right hand with saliva. I slipped my arm under his left leg and slowly slid the moistened finger into his hole as I grasped his balls with the remaining fingers. I massaged them tenderly as I once again lowered my head to his straining cock. I knew without a shadow of doubt that I wanted his rich warm sperm.
"Don't hold back, cum for me" I begged as I began running my tongue all round the swollen and throbbing head. I continued to gather and savor the free-flowing nectar seeping from the slit at the apex of his beautiful cock. I began rotating my finger deep inside his anal canal finally finding and pressing against the soft nub of his prostate. Brandon gasped loudly and his body stiffened as I sucked in his shaft with a long deep thrust. I was devouring his dick, feeling its warmth as it came in contact with the depths of my throat. His whole body was heaving from the ministrations of my mouth, and with one final deep sucking breath Brandon exploded like a cannon.
His cock with one tremendous swelling contraction expelled the first stream of virgin seminal cream into my mouth, filling it with his rich warm essence. Instinctively I swallowed as each successive ejection gave forth its wonderful brew. Again and again he moaned as each orgasmic ejection of his cock released more and more of his load. Until with one final screaming shudder he expelled the last of his semen and collapsed on the towel. I looked up to Brandon's face and saw his eyes closed and flickering as he was lost in the heavenly rapture he was feeling.
The glow emanating from his face as he returned from the onslaught of his first real orgasm which I had lovingly brought forth was a sight to behold. He was literally glowing. I moved up and gathered Brandon into my arms and relished in the joy of giving all my love to him.
For that brief moment the only sound I could hear was the shallow and contented breathing of my Brandon as he nestled his nose in the warmth of my neck. I could feel his soft breath as the air slid lazily across my body. I knew if the world ended at this moment I would leave it as happy and contented as any man could ever be. I knew in my heart that the love we shared could never be taken from us. No matter the road we would travel for the rest of our lives, Brandon and I would love each other. It didn't matter anymore to me how we had arrived at this point. From now on we would go together. Nobody and nothing could take away the love that we shared together.
It was several more minutes that I laid there holding him tenderly while continuing to softly caress his body with my hands while I savored the remnants of his cum in my mouth. It suddenly occurred to me that by swallowing his rich cream my body would soon absorb it. Then in only a matter of hours new cells would be formed and I would be carrying part of Brandon with me forever. I would have part of Brandon with me even when we were apart.
Brandon ever so slowly sat up and pulled me to him, kissing me passionately. Then he said, "God that was absolutely unbelievable! I want to suck you, to make love to your body, to taste you too."
With that he pushed me onto my back and with his hands grasped Little Billy Joe. It sent shivers throughout my body.
"You're so beautiful, Billy Joe."
He began to slowly stroke the length of my 7 inch cock and then he began to lower his face closer and closer to it. "It seems like I've waited forever for you! You're more than I ever dreamed of. Your so fantastic. So awesome. I've wanted you so much." Then he breathed deeply and buried his face in my crotch. Oh God, you smell so good," he uttered, as his lips nibbled and teasingly pulled at my golden brown hairs.
His tongue began licking my dick, finally working its way to the head of my aching dick. Feverishly he collected the milky dew as it spilled from the eyelet. My senses already in overload mode seemed to soar. I closed my eyes and felt his hot breath as his mouth closed warmly around my dick. He was only halfway down, sucking tightly against my flesh. Then he returned to the head and then plunged down submerging all of my length, sending rolling spasms of pleasure into my groin and through out my body.
Greedily he sucked my cock over and over. Passionate moans emanated from his throat as he drove me further and further to the brink of ecstasy. As if anticipating the nearness of my ejaculation, he paused allowing me to subside. Then he looked up to my face and our eyes met. He moved quickly then and kissed and nibbled the tip of my throbbing dick with his lips. All the while smiling tenderly at me. I moved my eyes to focus on Brandon's own swollen cock with its fresh lubricant pouring from the head. He was hotter than ever and his beauty was overwhelming me. I couldn't get enough of him. I quickly rolled forward laying full length atop, him our cocks rubbing against the other. We began kissing passionately lost in the sensations of the other. Brandon threw his arms around me while his hands began caressing my skin in slowly widening circles until they came to rest on my ass. He tenderly traced the crack and very gently let his fingers probe into the warmth of my hole causing me to groan deeply and thrust forward against his tight hot body. My tongue shot further into his sucking mouth and I knew he was ready again. I could sense it with every nerve in my body and energized by the need welling up in my own body, I could no longer delay the inescapable. I rolled off Brandon and reversed our bodies. We pulled each other tightly forward with our mouths searching and finding each other's swelling cocks. I engulfed Brandon's cock as he in turn took in Little Billy Joe until we were joined and inseparable.
With unchecked passion we devoured each other as we raced to extract the other juices residing and swelling within our respective cocks. Our hands were moving, uncontrolled caressing, fingers slipping inside the other, probing and evoking wild guttural moans as they pressed and exploited the hidden glands. Our mutual need to give and take was like none other. We became one and as our surging bodies raced to inevitable explosion. With the force of our love for one another driving us onward, we both stiffened and quivered, shaking violently as our cock heads expanded and the essence of life spewed out on onto our tongues. Over and over we spurted as we both hungrily consumed what we gave lovingly to each other. It was as if time and space were frozen. The sweet nectar continued to ooze as we gently suckled each other's softening cocks. The need and desire to cradle Brandon in my arms overpowered my desire to continue to hold his soft cock in my mouth. I slowly released it, and we slid into each other's arms tenderly but passionately kissing and holding one another.
With his glowing eyes gazing into mine Brandon said with obvious feeling and sincerity, "I love you, Billy Joe. I'll will always love you." as our lips touched again.
"I love you too, Brandon. No matter what happens from this day on, I will be there for you. I want to be a part of your life as long as you'll have me."
"Forever!"
We closed our eyes and allowed the significance of our commitment wash over us as we lay submerged in the security of each other's arms. Except for the pounding of the ocean, silence and serenity surrounded us as we drifted into the most serene sleep.