The combined effects of the beer, and the ardent events that had transpired at the lake had finally quelled the fires that had earlier burned inside Jordan, and he had quickly slipped into a deep sleep, as Brett driven them back into town. He pulled to the curb in front of his own darkened house, and reached over to jostle Jordan into wakefulness.
Jordan stirred, finally sitting up, and looked at Brett, his eyes blinking away the sleep. He glanced around outside, apparently realizing his whereabouts, and nodded, as Brett asked,
"You okay now, dude...?...you going to be able to drive, or...?"
"Yea, I'm good...shit, I'ts only a fricking block, anyhow...just got kind of a headache is all..." he replied.
Brett chuckled, as he lightly cuffed his buddy's shoulder, and said,
"Jeez, ya think...?...off a six pack the way you did, and you majorly deserve a headache, lmao...!"
Jordan allowed a small, rueful smile, and nodded, as he ran his fingers through his thick hair, and answered,
"Yea...well, fair enough, I guess...but, I gotta tell you Dude...my head might hurt, but my balls...well now, that... is a whole other story...!"
Brett instantly felt the heat flood his face, and he quickly averted his gaze out through the windshield, a vivid mental image of him lying between Jordan's splayed legs, with that thick cock filling his mouth flashing through his mind, as he said nothing. Jordan quickly realized that he had made Brett highly uncomfortable, and instantly felt bad for the remark, and he clamored for recovery by pushing open the car door, and dragging himself out, as Brett did the same on his side of the car. The small diversion took the edge off the moment, and as the boys met in front of the car, Brett stopped, peering closely at Jordan, as he asked, again,
"You sure, man...?...about the driving, I mean?"
Jordan nodded again, looking straight into Brett's eyes, as he answered,
"Not a problem, Bud...got the whole block covered...then, I'm thinking sleep...lots of sleep...like maybe till about Tuesday..."
Brett laughed, and held out his curled fist, which Jordan bumped with his own, before Brett moved off toward his house, mumbling good night. Jordan watched him for a moment, then moved to the open driver side door of the car, and called softly,
"Hey, B-man...sleep tight, dude...and...well, just...you really do rock, dude...seriously!"
Once more feeling his face flush warmly, Brett raised his arm, and gave a thumbs-up sign in Jordan's general direction, then, slipped silently through his front door, and closed it behind him. He leaned back, his back propped against the front door, and listened, hearing the thud of the car door closing, then, the acceleration, as Jordan pulled away from the curb; Then, silence, and near total darkness, with only the soft glow of the hallway night-light illuminating the otherwise dark house. He stayed there for a couple of minutes, and closed his eyes, and again conjured up the vision of himself sucking Jordan's cock, and he shuddered slightly, sudden saliva filling his mouth, making him acutely aware of the still lingering aftertaste of his best friends semen. He shuddered again, then, pushed away from the door, and silently made his way to his bedroom. He closed his door, and switched on the soft, low wattage lamp that sat on top of his dresser. He kicked off his shoes, then, peeled off the rest of his clothing, finally sitting on his bed, as he worked the socks off his feet. He stood, and pulled back the bed covers, then, moved to the door, and quietly opened it, and slipped across the hall to the bath. Inside, he used the toilet, then, retrieved his tooth brush, and, somewhat reluctantly, brushed his teeth, eradicating the last vestiges of Jordan's taste. He washed his face, toweled off, and slipped back to his room, once more securing the door, and extinguishing the lamp, before sliding naked into his bed.
Brett propped pillows under his head, and stretched fully out, his gaze fixed on the dark, and unseen ceiling, as his mind wandered again to the lake, and the blanket spread over the soft grass alongside the car. He closed his eyes, letting the clear image of Jordan swaying half-drunkenly against the car, with his thick, hard cock extruded from his open fly, as he giggled, and urged Brett to "get it done." He sighed, his mind fast-forwarding a bit, to the scene of Jordan naked, and lying on his back, his formidable erection weaving above his groin, as Brett pictured himself prone between the splayed legs, his fist wrapped around that warm, and rigid erection, pumping it, and somehow knowing that he was going to take it into his mouth, and suck it.
His own cock thickened at the image, rapidly inflating to pulsing erection, as it stretched along his groin, and he reached down to grasp it in his hand, gripping the rock hard shaft, and pumping it, as he imagined his face lowering over Jordan's thick pole, and he let out a low groan, as he sharply recalled the sensation of the warm, silky smooth organ filling his mouth. His jaw suddenly ached, and saliva flooded his mouth, as he relived the thickness of it stretching his face, and the sudden gag urge he had felt, as the wide helmet of it pushed into his throat. Up and down his closed fist moved, adding speed, and pressure, as he worked his throbbing erection, and relived every detail of his sucking off Jordan, his own cock suddenly going into sharp spasms, and spewing forth his hot, thick essence, thick, warm ropes of the fluid jetting over his heaving stomach, and splattering onto his chest, as he moaned softly to himself one single phrase, over and over... cocksucker...!"
Jordan managed to make it to his bedroom without encountering his parents, and, as he silently closed his door, he was thankful that his older sister was away at college, so that the open doors to the Jack and Jill bath that divided their rooms would not alert her to his late night presence, as it had so often in the past. Thinking of that reminded him of the night that his sister's friend Shannon had entered his room via that bath, and subsequently masturbated his stunned eighth grade penis to his first non-self induced orgasm, the event that he had earlier shared with Brett, and he released a small giggle at both the memory, and at Brett's reaction to learning of it.
Moving quietly about the bedroom, Jordan managed to strip naked, and make a trip to the john, again draining the over abundance of beer he had earlier consumed. He found some aspirin tablets, and downed two of them, then, moved back to his bed, and slid in. He closed his eyes, sleep rapidly overtaking him, as he resisted it long enough to relive the amazing events of this evening. First there had been Ashley at the party, and he pictured her petite little body clad in the skin tight jeans, and the small, short top with the tiny shoulder straps, and the bare expanse of her creamy tummy showing between top, and jeans. He saw her clearly as they gyrated to the blaring music, and he recalled her firm, jiggling breasts with the protruded nipples, as she shimmied her upper body to the beat, and the swaying of her rounded little ass as she circled him, her eyes locked onto his own with that "fuck me" message that she was so good at. And then, his managing to persuade her to move with him to one of the back bedrooms, then, their feverish making out, bodies locked tightly together, as they kissed, and rolled on the bed, his hands exploring the firm pillows of her tits, as he pumped his clothed erection against her jeans covered crotch. He shuddered, his hand moving to grip his growing erection, as he recalled getting the damned clasp of her bra finally open, and the incredible sensation of her pear-shaped breasts filling his hands as he cupped them, his fingers working against the stiff nipples, as his steely hard cock had throbbed in the confines of his slacks where he humped against her.
And then, just as he had managed to somehow get her top, and loosened bra, pushed up far enough so that he could get his lips, and mouth, on her swollen nipples, and pert breasts, he remembered bitterly how she had suddenly freaked, and shoved him away from her, as she clamored to her feet, quickly tugging the bra and top back into place before bolting from the room, leaving him sprawled over the bed with a painful erection, and no relief in sight. Jordan shuddered at the frustrating memory, and another dozen or so pretty much like it, then, pushed his mind beyond that, hurrying his thoughts along to Brett, and the lake, and the blanket on the grass.
His hand moved steadily over his erection, gliding smoothly over the silky surface, as he let his mental projector replay the stunning events that had unfolded there. He was feeling the beers he had consumed, definitely, and the pent up frustration of his roll-around with Ashley, and, when Brett had let it be known that he would be willing to jack him off, he had been speechless at first, not thinking that Brett actually was serious. But, he recalled, when he had made some off the cuff remark about not hearing him correctly, Brett had, once more surprising the hell out of Jordan, reiterated the offer. Unsure exactly what to make of all this, Jordan had made the excuse of needing to pee as a brief escape, which had given him time to consider if his friend was serious, or kidding, and, he decided to push the envelope, and find out. When he had stumbled back to the car, he left his penis exposed, and hard, waiting for Brett to make a move if he was actually going to do it.
Jordan moaned softly, as he stroked the length of his erection, and worked his thumb over the smooth, and now wet head, and he shuddered, as his minds-eye focused on Brett stepping in front of him, and reaching to grasp his cock in his fist, stroking him, as his other hand explored between his thighs, seeking his scrotum, and aching balls. Jordan groaned again, the sharp sensation of his best-ever buddy groping his cock, and balls, washing over him once more, and then, groaned again, as he clearly pictured Brett lying between his spread legs, his cute face lowering over his groin, as he had watched his mouth open, and slowly consume the entirety of his rigid penis. Jordan actually felt it right now just as he had at the lake, the intensity of that moment washing over him once again, as he slammed at his throbbing cock, the unbelievable warmth, and wetness, and pressure of Brett's amazing mouth on his cock so real that he actually opened his eyes, and looked, half expecting to see his friend again sucking his cock.
Suddenly overcome with the realism of the imagined blow job, Jordan groaned again, his back arching, as he lifted his hips up off the bed, and exploded, his creamy fluid ejecting forcefully from his spasming cock to spew across his heaving torso in thick puddles, and drops. Finally drained, he slumped back onto the bed, panting, and sucking in deep gulps of air, as he rolled his head against the pillow in near disbelief of two very real things; 1) that Brett had, indeed, actually sucked him off, and, 2) it was, undoubtedly, the single most intense, and amazing thing that he had ever experienced in his life. That thought stayed with him, as he exhaled deeply, and gave himself over to the sleep that beckoned, and his final conscious thought for the day was, Brett my man, we have definitely got to try that again...and soon!
(To be continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com