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FRIENDS Chapter 3 My turn My dick ached, but it was a pleasurable experience, also. He was on top of me, his gorgeous, hazel eyes staring into mine. My fingers were still in his hair, and our tounges still in each others mouth. It felt good to have this beautiful specimin of young boy on top of me. He took his free hand and ran it down, along my side and along the side of my ass, then back up. I shivered. I rolled him over. Now I was on top of him. I licked the lobe of his ear, then began tounging the inside of it. I kissed his cheek, then his neck. I stopped at his nipples: they were so pink, so hard. I took his right nipple in my mouth and sucked on it, sometimes gently nibbling at it. He groaned. I licked it, then went on my way again towards his lower stomach. Dean was completely smooth, which was even more of a turn on. I liked my men smooth - hairy chests, over abundant hair on arms and legs was such a turn off. I was blessed to have this smooth boy. I got to his boxers and licked the bulge that was forming in the front. He messed with my hair while moving his legs to a butterfly position, giving me a lot of room to work in. I ran my hand along the inside of his upper thigh. He jerked - apparently it tickled, so I continued this action. He was kneading at my hair and moaning while I continued to send waves to...um...tickliness?...throughout his body, licking, sucking and kissing on the bulge that was in the front of his boxers. I stopped rubbing my hands along his upeer thigh and grabbed the waistband of his boxers. I pulled them down, straightening out his legs with them. His six inch cock, complete with cut head, nice helmet and a fairly developed bush, flopped back and smacked his lower stomach. I went down and passionately licked the shaft of his delicious cock. I began to swirl my tounge around his perfectly developed head. He thrust his hips upward, sending me a message that clearly stated: "SUCK MY DICK!" I took his whole six inches in my mouth, sucking it like it was going out of style. My head bobbed up and down, turning ever so slightly either direction to give Dean maximum pleasure. He began to, again, thrust his hips upwards, sending his cock deeper into my mouth. The glories of face-fucking. I looked up at his face: eyes squinted shut, head thrown back, mouth hanging wide open. It was the look of pleasure. Seeing his expression caused to me to suck harder and tounge his shaft quicker, coaxing his cream out from hiding. Finally, he grabbed my head and began pushing me down, a sign he was going to cum. He began to moan loud and deep. Finally, his dick throbbed and his sperm launched down my throat. I groaned at the feeling of hot jizz making its way down my throat. When he was finally dowe cumming in me, I began licking at his balls. Gently sucking on the skin, but not taking the whole testicle in my mouth. Then, I took my tounge and let it find its way to his hole. I lifted up his legs, spit in my hands and rubbed my saliva-coated palms all over my cock. Then, in one quick thrust, three inches of me was inside of him. We both screamed. I fell on top of him, my dick still in his puckered anus. I brought out all by my head and rammed it in again, he screamed again, I planted my lips over his open mouth. My tounge explored all over Dean's mouth, while I still thrust my cock into his ass-hole. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, I hollered out, "OH, DEAN!" and blew my wad in Dean's ass. He yelled when he felt it release into him. I pulled my aching (again!) dick and sighed contently. We were both covered with sweat and decided to take a shower. * * * * After our showers, I put on some clothes of his (sweat pants and a white T- Shirt) and we went downstairs. I said I was hungry and if it was okay to make something. He said it was fine, that he was hungry, too. So, I pulled out a box of Noodle's Alfredo and pointed to it, making a little, "eh?" noise. He nodded. I began fixing our supper when he came over to me and grabbed my ass. "Hey, you want your supper on the floor? Scare me like that again and it will be, " I said, laughing. We kissed (a small, peck of a kiss) and he went into the living room and popped in a tape. "What're we watching?" I asked. "An old classic starring Mark Lester and Jack Wilde...know what it is yet?" "Oliver! Oliver! Never before has a boy wanted more," I sang from the kitchen. He came in and kissed me again. "Very good..." When dinner was done and in bowls, we sat down in front of the TV and Dean pressed the play button. The Overture began and I pressed fast forward and soon, the orphanage came into view and the poor boys who were made to do work. Before even I knew it, my dinner was gone, and the cast was singing "Who Will Buy?" a personal favourite of mine. I looked down at Dean, who had been resting his head on my lap. He was asleep. I leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, My Dear, " I said in my best Fagin impression, to where it came out sounding like, " 'Oodnight, Moiy Deah." I laid back and fell asleep to the tail end of my favourite song and dreamt beautiful, peaceful dreams. Chapter 4 B. Dalton & After The next morning, I awoke to the sound of "It's A Fine Life" coming from the shower. Sometimes, it would alternate to "I Shall Scream," and "Reveiwing the Situation." I walked into the bathroom to find Dean wearing just a towel, combing his hair. " 'Mornin', sleepy-head!" he said, leaning over for a kiss. "What time is it?" I asked in my normal, morning-time-slur voice. "Ten. I have to go to B. Dalton to buy WIZARD AND GLASS by Stephen King so I can finish up the series." "Cool...can I come to?" "No, you have to stay home." he said sarcastically. "Of course you can go!" He pinched my cheek, " 'Ewes 'dust so coote ad a button, oo iz!" he said. I couldn't help but laugh. We kissed again, and I went up to his room and rummaged through his drawers to find some clothes. I knew he wouldn't mind. I ended up wearing baggy County Seat jeans that came down around my heels if I wasn't careful, my own Airwalks, a red shirt. I jumped down the stairs, my long hair bouncing around. He laughed when he saw me doing this. Again, we kissed. This time, he placed a hand on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed deeper. He took his other hand and rubbed my cock, causing it to stiffen. We didn't want to have another last night...again. It was too early, and I wouldn't enjoy it. We broke our kiss and embrace, soon my dick was limp, and we hopped on our bikes (i had to run over to my house and get mine and tell my mom where we were going. she was fine with it) and rode off to the closest B. Dalton: two miles away. * * * * * The bookstore was pretty empty, except for the occassional woman with a two inch waist, wearing all black and feathery crap on her red hat walking to get a cappucino. Scott and Dean had had a laugh (okay, MANY laughs) about a over- sized woman getting three strawberry-jam doughnuts who squeezed one too hard and the entire filling fell on her lap. Dean was in the horror section, looking at all the KING books, and sometimes picking one up to read what it was about, although, Scott thought, he has probably read what they were all about before. He grabbed WIZARD AND GLASS and walked to the front desk, pulling out his wallet. When he pulled it out of his pocket, he pulled up his shirt enough to let me see he was sagging, a REAL turn-on for me. I LOVED to see boys' boxer shorts! He looked back at me and winked, I smiled. He bought the book (for too much, I thought) and we got back on our bikes. We didn't talk much on our ride home...I don't know why...we just didn't. When we were close to his house, he looked at me (we were riding side-by-side) and said, "I love you." I looked back and said, "I love you, too." Back at his house, in his room, I began watching TV, he immediately began reading his too-expensive book. We were sitting next to each other. I had my hand on his leg and he was messing with my hair. I loved it when people played (I called it "doing") my hair, it always made me fall asleep, and before I knew it, I was. Dead to the world. I don't know how much time passed, but I soon felt warmth on my penis. I opened my eyes some to find my whole cock inside of Dean's mouth. His eyes were closed and his head was bobbing up and down on my rod. I closed my eyes again and layed my head back. I began running my fingers through Dean's hair. I moaned softly. My jeans were off, as were my boxers. I was nude from the waist down. I felt hands pushing my shirt up, and I took over. I pulled the shirt the rest of the way off of me. Now, I was completely naked, and receiving the best blowjob of my life. I sat up and began running my hands all over his back and sometimes, when I stretched, I grabbed his ass. Finally, I felt my climax growing near. I began moaning and started moving my hips up and down. When Dean felt my dick throb, he pulled it out of his mouth and pointed it at my stomach, jacking me to keep my cum flowing. I erupted my cream onto my belly. I looked at him. "Wait..." he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down and stepped out of them, then, down came his boxers and off went his shirt. He leaned down in front of me and I opened my mouth. He slid his cock into my mouth and began fucking my face. I opened my mouth and I extended my tounge. He took the underbelly of his dick and rubbed it, back and forth, on my tounge. Within seconds of begining this, his dick began to throb, and he began masturbating and pointed his dick at the pool of cum still on my stomach. His blew his jizz and it mixed with mine. "What'd you do that for?" I asked, trying not to move so the cum wouldn't spill. He took two fingers, scooped some cum into the small sup his fingers made. He motioned for me to open my mouth and he poured the cum into my mouth. I swallowed greedily. We continued this task, he pouring cum into my mouth, I pouring it into his until there was only a little left. He licked my stomach all over until my belly was clean. He laid on top of me, causing both of us to get hard, again, and we kissed. Long, passionate. He looked into my eyes and said: "I love you, Scott." I replied, "I love you, too." --- I hope you enjoyed these two chapters, hell, I hope you enjoyed the whole story, so far! Please, remember, I am NOT done! But, I am having a problem...I'm running out of ideas for these two boys. I don't want to stop the story, yet, so if you have any ideas for these two, please E-Mail them to me. Your help would be very, VERY helpful! ~*~WeirdBoi~*~