This is the second part of the story of Dan Reed and Milo de Beer -- D'n'M. As before, it includes scenes of sex between teenage boys. However, sex is not the main driver of this story and often there is none at all.
All the characters and events in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.
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D'n'M Part2
Frome Chapter 17:
Once again Milo was left open-mouthed by the vision before him. Tom's body was a model of youthful masculinity. Chest, torso, arm and leg muscles were perfectly balanced and proportionate. Yes, there was strength and power but there was also grace and refinement. No one part outshone any other, there was nothing but the reality of potential realised. Tom was awesome. Milo was awestruck.
Chapter 18:
"D asleep?" Tom's question was brief and to the point.
"Yeah. He's flat out and dead to the world. That's got to be good for him and it gives us a chance to ..."
Before Milo could finish his reply Tom had closed the gap between them and laid a finger across the younger boy's lips.
"Shhh. D's not going anywhere and there'll be plenty of time later to work out how to help him. For now, I've got another idea." With that, Tom moved his finger away from Milo's lips and lowered his hand to cup his, Milo's, junk. There was a sharp intake of breath.
"Mmmm. Nice." Tom clearly approved of what his hand had found.
"W... what are you doing?" asked an amazed Milo.
"Let's just call this my thanks to you for being such an amazing friend to my little brother. And let's face it, you've been imagining something like this for a long, long time." Which was true. "So here's your chance to turn imagination into reality." Tom slightly tightened his hold on Milo's balls.
Milo tensed, the attention to his balls being somewhere between pain and pleasure. "Are you sure? I mean ..."
"Yeah, I'm sure. Listen, this won't be the first time I've messed around with another guy, and I don't just mean that one time with D. At our age sex is sex is sex. Whether it's with a girl or another guy, it's something to enjoy, no matter who it's with. So let's just do that -- enjoy." Tom began to gently massage Milo's rapidly stiffening dick. "Feel free to touch anything and anywhere you want."
"You mean ...?" Tom nodded. "Craaap!"
Milo's mind, both halves united for once, went into overdrive. It hoped that what was happening was real, but even if it wasn't, it was the best dream it had ever had. Milo lifted his hands and placed them on Tom's solid chest.
"Good start," sighed Tom. "My nipples like to be stroked," he murmured. Milo stroked. Tom's nipples hardened. "That's good. Perfect."
With this encouragement Milo's mind instructed his hands to take a trip around Tom's upper body. First they set off northwards to massage the shoulders and biceps, enjoying the strength and power built up there through Tom's ambition to swim for his country. Turning south they briefly returned to the beautifully-defined pecs, gently flicking the bullet-hard nipples (once again eliciting murmurings of pleasure), before travelling down, through the ridges of the rock-solid six-pack, to the neat innie tummy button. The small part of his mind that was still capable of coherent thought was silently grateful to all the hours of tuition he had received from the on-line gay porn sites he visited several times a week (okay, most evenings) in the privacy of his room. Judging from Tom's reaction to what he was doing, he had been a good student.
Just how well he had absorbed those on-line lessons in giving another boy sexual pleasure became clear when his hands made their next stop -- at Tom's dick. It was ramrod straight, quivering and already dripping pre-cum. Looking down Milo saw that the area above and around Tom's rod was hairless and smooth, making the fully-inflated dick look even more impressively long and thick. The major vein running from top to bottom pulsed with blood and the exposed glans glistened invitingly. Milo grasped the shaft and began to stroke up and down. He couldn't believe he was being allowed such intimate and unbelievably exciting contact with someone he'd quietly hero-worshipped for years. Tom really was the big brother he wished he had. Knowing he was giving his hero such pleasure (and every quivering atom of Tom's body silently screamed out that he was doing exactly that) was the biggest sexual thrill of Milo's life, bigger even than his encounter with Tye at AR Sports, and infinitely better than his eminently forgettable experiences with his cousin Zephan.
Milo's mind was just about to send an instruction to his knees telling them to bend in order to bring his face in line with Tom's tumescent trigger-ready dick when he felt his T-shirt being pulled up and over his head (what happened to it after that he had no idea), quickly followed by his cargo pants being yanked downwards, accompanied by his jockey shorts. He kicked them away. It was only now, when he was suddenly and unexpectedly exposed that he realised just how excited he was in the dick department. Nearly five inches of uncut teenage boy dick pointed proudly out from its nest of new-grown hair, its head a deep shade of crimson, the accompanying balls primed and more than ready for action. A pearl of pre-cum balanced delicately at the tip.
"That, young Master de Beer, is a very beautiful dick." Hadn't Tye said something similar? "There are some very lucky boys out there who are going to have a lot of fun with it. And I'm first in line!"
Not quite,' thought Milo, but pretty close.' He opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) to discover that Tom was no longer standing in front of him. Where he had gone was soon explained when Milo felt something wet and sort of rough travelling up the underside of his dick. He looked down to see Tom on his knees, mouth open, tongue out, eyes looking upwards into his own.
"Can I?" they asked. Milo could only nod. Could this really be happening? Was he about to get his very first blow job? Was it going to be given by the outstanding Tom Reed? Within seconds each of these questions was answered in the affirmative. He instinctively moved his feet apart to allow his balls more room to swing free.
Milo lost count of the number of times Tom's tongue licked up the underside of his dick, each time coming achingly close to the throbbing head before journeying back down again. This dick-tease was the closest to pleasurable torture Milo had ever experienced, better, even, than the jerk-off edging he had recently been experimenting with. He whimpered his approval -- speech was definitely out of the question. Three times pre-cum began to drip down the shaft and three times Tom collected it on his tongue. "Hmmm."
Milo was beginning to wonder if this unbelievable experience could get any better when he got his answer, as Tom's tongue licked down to the free-swinging balls and then took them, first one, then the other, into his mouth. At the same time Milo felt a finger being dragged along the magic line between balls and butt hole. Wow-zers! It was like lighting the blue touch paper as Milo was propelled into sexual orbit. The continued scraping of the finger backwards and forwards along his taint had Milo writhing with sensation-overload. Little did he know that Tom was merely playing the overture and that the performance-proper was just about to begin.
With each approach the gently-scraping finger came ever-closer to Milo's hole, making it quiver with anticipation. Meanwhile Tom carefully took his mouth away from Milo's ball sack and, for what was destined to be the final time, slid his tongue up the vibrating shaft. Then, using the non-taint-scraping hand, he pulled the purple dickhead towards him and engulfed it in his open mouth, carefully clamping his lips around it. Being a huge Nifty fan, Milo had read dozens of descriptions of first blow jobs -- the warmth, the wetness, the suction -- but what he felt at that moment showed up every one of those descriptions as wildly inadequate, in fact, downright misleading.
In short, he was overwhelmed. His knees began to bend and he instinctively put his hands on Tom's shoulders for extra support. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to have unilaterally decided to switch off and lend its sensitivity to the head of his dick. The combined effect of all that receptivity was indescribable, especially when Tom began to swirl his tongue around Milo's unskinned dickhead, first in one direction and then in the other. By now his whimpering had turned to a low moan, interspersed with the type of language he had always steadfastly refused to use in the past, whatever the provocation.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" And all too soon, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cuuuum!" And cum he did, more explosions of cum than he had ever produced before, aided and abetted by the finger which, at the very moment of ejaculation, had been thrust up his butt hole.
"Fuuuuuck!!" So that was sex. Unbelievable. Amazing. Fan-fucking-tastic!
All too soon, seemingly within seconds, his dick head reached that peak of post-orgasmic discomfort that every boy learns to recognise soon after entering puberty and discovering the joys of jerking-off. Milo carefully withdrew his dick from the warm, wet cavern and glanced down to see his cum dripping down Tom's chin. Both boys were grinning.
"Way to go, champ," said Tom as he returned to standing, licking cum from around his mouth. "That was top class cumming and best quality cum."
"That was unbelievable. Jerking-off never felt that good. Thank you Tom. You were amazing." Milo was almost babbling in the after-glow of his first ever blow-job.
"No worries, M. Like I said, that was my way of saying thank you for everything you've done for D. I don't think he would have got through this ... this Roberts thing without you having his back."
"Oh crap! D. I'd forgotten all about him. What sort of friend am I, to leave him alone when he's in such a state while I get blown? Crap!"
"Calm down, M. You said yourself, he's fast asleep. And he knows where we are."
But Milo was now racked with guilt for his behaviour over the preceding half hour, getting sexually high and completely forgetting about D. How could he be so selfish? Great friend he turned out to be. His head became a lighthouse, scanning the room in search of his clothes which had become scattered around Tom's room. He scrambled into them and made for the door. As he opened it he turned back to Tom. "Thanks," he said, with an almost coy smile on his face. "I'll never forget it. But I've got to get back to D." With that he left the room (and Tom) and crossed back to Dan's bedroom.
Dan was still asleep, but it was obviously not the peaceful and restorative rest that he so desperately needed. The bed covers were on the floor and Dan himself was flailing about, twisting from side to side and muttering incoherently in his sleep. The skin of his face was almost grey and he was drenched in sweat. Milo ran across the room, calling out for Tom as he moved. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took hold of Dan's shoulders, pinning him down and murmuring words of reassurance. By the time Tom arrived in the room, fully dressed, Dan was beginning to calm down as his breathing returned to a normal rhythm and his arms subsided by his sides. Slowly his eyes opened and looked directly at Milo. With a trembling voice he said, "I just want to go to sleep and never wake up. Why is that so hard?"
Milo lifted Dan's upper body into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around the shell of his best friend.
"Don't give up D," he pleaded. "We'll sort this, I promise. Won't we Tom? It's gonna be okay. Truly it will. You've gotta believe me."
If only, he thought, he was as confident as he sounded.
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