The magical summer was, all too quickly, drawing to a close. Here it was Labor Day weekend already, with the boy's senior year of high school right around the corner. The good news surrounding the holiday weekend had come in the form of an announcement from Brett's parents detailing the invitation they had received from a couple they were close with to spend the long weekend at their beach cottage. This development once again created the opportunity for Jordan and Brett to have the run of the house to themselves, and they had quickly seized the moment. Jordan had garnered permission to spend the weekend at Brett's house, never a particularly difficult sale, given that the two seemed to always be trading off stays at each others house, especially during the summer break.
Jordan had quickly tossed a few articles into his sport bag, not really concerning himself with much in the way of clothing, as he smugly anticipated a much greater level of being undressed than dressed over the weekend, considering the circumstances. His meager packing completed, he had bade his parents a good weekend, then, hurried to his car, and driven to Brett's house, a whole two blocks away. Upon arriving he had tossed the bag inside Brett's bedroom, then joined Brett on the sofa in front of the large screen television, where the two tuned in a ball game, and wolfed down a delivered pizza, along with a few of the beers that Brett had managed to charm the retired older gent down the street into buying for him, in exchange for washing his car.
Following the pizza, beer, and ball game, the boyish friskiness had ensued, the two wrestling and groping, giggling like school boys, as various items of the minimal clothing they wore disappeared, finally ending up naked on Brett's bed, where the boyish groping rapidly escalated to a much higher level of intensity. As the sexual side of their relationship had evolved over the summer, they had found that they both had come to seriously enjoy a lot of cuddling, and touching, even kissing, as they feverishly explored each others lust filled bodies with hands and fingers, and mouth, and tongue. A long and intense session of just such passion had ensued, finally culminating with a trade-off of truly amazing blow-jobs, the gasping after-glow of which had rendered them exhausted, with a long and restful sleep quickly following.
Jordan had awakened first, his sleep filled eyes fluttering several times, as he took inventory of Brett's bedroom. Awake now, and the memories of the previous evening's activities washing over him, he had smiled, and slowly turned over onto his back. He punched up a pillow, stuffing it behind his head against the headboard, and gazed over to the shaded window, blinking a bit against the brightness of the morning sun that crept around the edges of the closed shades. He glanced at the clock on the table beyond Brett's sleeping body, and noted that it was nearing 8:30 am, and he stretched his lithe, naked body, as his hand idly crept into his crotch, and closed around his morning erection. Stroking it gently, he tried to ignore the insistent pressure from his bladder, as he let his eyes settle onto Brett's equally naked body. He was lying mostly on his stomach, though turned slightly onto one side, and the sheet was tangled around his ankles and feet, leaving his back bare, and his pretty little ass fully exposed to Jordan's gaze.
His hand continuing to gently glide over his aching erection, Jordan studied the peach smooth skin that covered the tight little globes of Brett's butt, and he noted the near total lack of hair, save for a shadowed area at the division of the twin mounds. He trailed his gaze along the backs of Brett's muscular legs, noting the definition of the toned muscles of his calves, and the way they tapered into his ankles, then, lifted his eyes, and took note of the smoothness of Brett's back, and the appealing "v" shape, as the back widened into the broader shoulders. He sighed, as his free hand snaked out and lightly trailed over Brett's lower back, and he let his fingers sense the backbone, there in the concave little dip directly above Brett's rising butt. Moving his fingers lower, he walked them downward over one curving little cheek, then, upward over its twin. Brett stirred slightly, his top leg stretching out fully, as he shuddered in his sleep. Jordan smiled, then, centered his palm directly above the beginning of the intriguing crease that divided the succulent mounds before him, then, grinning again, he slowly dipped his index finger into the warm furrow, and trailed it downward, gently probing the warm, and moist skin concealed within. Brett stirred again, once more shifting his legs slightly, and the result was a wider separating of the snug crevice that Jordan was exploring. Jordan grinned again, and added the slightest additional pressure to his probing finger, as he maneuvered it lower, ending his quest as he sensed contact with Brett's tender core. He pressed inward slightly, keenly aware of the sudden encounter of his fingertip with a series of tiny ridges of tissue, and the pulsing sphincter at the very center of the ridges.
He stopped moving the finger then, becoming acutely aware of a greater warmness emanating from the forbidden place that he tested, and of the tiniest sense of a willingness to open, and expand, as he added very gentle pressure to the tight little pucker. Curious, and encouraged, he pressed against the place more firmly, and indeed, it did in fact seem to relax some, and open, calling a vision of an opening flower bud to Jordan's mind. He pressed harder still then, and Brett suddenly tensed his body, a low moaning sound escaping, muffled by the pillow under his face. Jordan waited, half expecting his friend to lurch up, and awaken, and possibly even punch his lights out for taking too much license with the intimate place. Brett settled again, and adjusted, and the way that he did it caused Jordan to wonder just how asleep Brett really was, as his resettled position ended with him fully on his stomach, his legs widely splayed, and the delicious mounds of that stellar butt almost as if being offered up to him. Tentatively, he again pressed against the tight ring of muscle that was Brett's hole, fighting his mounting excitement and the sudden urge to just jab the finger through the incredible resistance there, and push it up inside his friend.
He hadn't really thought a lot about this particular orifice as one of such intense interest before, other than the occasional passing curiosity regarding what it might be like to actually fuck Brett, but now, as his fingertip probed the small wrinkle, and pressed firmly against it, that passing curiosity rapidly transformed into genuine interest. Moving his other hand to clench Brett's firm mounds he stretched his fingers, separating them slightly, and he made a small gasping sound, as Brett's pink little pucker became visible, with his probing finger pressed firmly into its center. Adding pressure to the finger, he dug the fingertip into the small oval, and felt it give some, and widen, and he gasped again, as the orifice suddenly seemed to grip his finger, and vacuum it inside. Brett groaned then, the sound muffled by his face being buried in his pillow, and Jordan continued to push the finger into him, gently, letting the suction like action of the opening set the pace, until the entire length of his index finger was fully imbedded in his friend's warm, smooth tunnel.
Jordan stared, slightly incredulous, at the dizzying sight of his finger buried fully inside Brett's hole, and he wiggled it around some, astounded by the heat he found there, and the incredible grip of Brett's muscles actually milking his finger. The tightness was unbelievable, and at the same time he was very aware of the pliability of the tight sheath, and he unconsciously withdrew slightly, as he felt Brett forcefully relax his inner muscles, as another low moan escaped around his pillow. When only the tip of his finger remained in Brett's gripping sheath, Jordan paused, then, eased the length of his finger back inside until it bottomed out again. Brett shifted slightly, scooting his knees forward a little so that his hips lifted some, and his plump scrotum dropped to dangle between his parted thighs. Jordan began steadily easing his finger in and out of the snug chute, as he moved his free hand to cup Brett's heavy balls, and massage them as he continued to finger fuck his friend. Releasing the hefty sac, Jordan reached deeper under Brett, and located his cock, which to his surprise he found to be rock hard, and literally drooling precum from the tiny slit in the slippery knob. He gripped the pulsing rod firmly, and stroked it, as he found a synchronous rhythm with both hands, as he simultaneously stroked Brett's oozing cock, and fingered his incredibly tight asshole.
Brett's hips began a gentle rocking motion, and Jordan was once again incredulous at the way the inner muscles of Brett's rectum seemed to flex, alternately pulling his finger deep as they tensed, then expelling it, as the muscles seemed to relax, and go soft. In and out he went, as he steadily pumped Brett's rigid shaft, and he was keenly aware of the incredible wetness soaking his fingers as Brett continued to ooze copious amounts of precum. Fuck, Jordan thought silently, he is mega turned on by this, I've never known him to drool this much before, damn, he is fucking loving me finger fucking his ass! Brett was groaning steadily now, his hips bucking in sync with Jordan's movements, and he rolled his head to the side, gulping air, as his groans of pleasure settled into a steady cadence, interspersed with frequent issuances of feverish sounding "oh, God's!"
Jordan's own cock was throbbing nearly painfully, the result of the combined need to pee that still persisted in his swollen bladder, and the startling rigidity of his excited cock. He pressed the aching tube into the mattress, his hips bucking back and forth, as he continued his steady rhythm inside Brett, and suddenly Brett went tense, a deep growling sound pouring forth from somewhere deep within, and Jordan felt his cock lurch strongly in his grip, then spasm, as Brett's thick, warm semen jetted forth, and painted over his hand, and splattered in thick ropes over the rumpled sheet beneath him. That was all that it took to send Jordan off the edge as well, as his own pulsing cock erupted, shooting rapid streamers of his creamy cum onto the sheet he was humping against.
For a moment the room was filled with course grunts, and muttered expletives, as the boys rolled through crashing orgasms, then, it fell nearly silent, save for their combined panting, and gulping of huge breaths of air, as Brett collapsed forward, his body trembling slightly as he went face down on the bed. Jordan eased his finger from Brett's still quivering tunnel, and extricated his well slimed hand from under his still panting body, and rolled over on his back, giggling softly as the wetness of his own massive ejaculation soaked into the skin of his back, and his butt. He weakly lifted his arm, and looked at his hand, giggling softly again at seeing the dripping streamers of Brett's creamy cum trailing from his fingers. Slowly, he eased the cummy hand to his face, and extended his tongue to lap at the tart fluid, savoring the now familiar nutty flavor of his friend's nectar. Brett rolled over then, ending on his back along side Jordan, and he giggled too, as he blushingly watched Jordan consume the aftermath of his astounding orgasm. Their eyes met, and held, as Brett felt his grinning face grow warm with the heat of his deep blush, and Jordan silently shook his head slowly side to side in mild amazement. He rolled onto his side, then lowered his face until their noses were touching, and he shook his head again, as he softly told Brett,
"Dude...you are SO amazing...!" And then, he kissed him full on that soft, lush mouth, his tongue filling Brett's warm mouth.
They cuddled and kissed quietly another few minutes, and Jordan finally had no further choice but to surrender to the now painfully intense need to pee, so he rolled off the bed, and hurried off to the bathroom. Brett stretched languorously; his body still bathed in the warm afterglow of what had doubtless been the orgasm of his young life, and grinned widely, as he happily embraced the new dimension of his steadily growing relationship with his best friend. Damn, he thought silently, I am SO glad Jordan finally actually did that! Brett had been secretly harboring thoughts of how to entice Jordan into exploring him analy, somehow sensing that some sort of ultimate pleasure lurked in that forbidden region, but lacking the courage to broach the sensitive subject, for fear of freaking Jordan out with the suggestion. He smiled broadly again, reveling in the vivid memory of how incredible it had felt having Jordan fingering his snug tunnel, and he shuddered slightly, knowing that amazing new vistas lurked in the near future. Definitely, he told himself, we definitely need to take that to the next level! He heard the shower running then, and dragged himself from his pleasant reverie, as he rolled out of the mostly destroyed bed, and quickly padded off to join his friend, and yes, lover, in the shower.
(To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com