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"Tom and Grant" part 1.
Characters in this chapter:
Thomas/brown hair/hazel eyes/5'8"/130 lbs./slender/fair skin/18 in less than a month
Grant/brown hair/brown eyes/5'9"/170 lbs./athletic muscle, built/tan skin/17
Chapter 1
Grant and I had been friends since kindergarten. We had gone to the same school until I started home schooling in the fourth grade. During the time I was home-schooling, I became lonely and depressed, but kept it all inside and wore a happy face most everywhere I went. Grant was one of the only people that didn't forget me when I left the school. One of the main reasons for my sadness was my homosexuality, which up until recently, no one really knew about. One day, I got a call, which is rare, and it was Grant. That call was destined to change my life. I saw his number on the ID and picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Thomas, watcha doin'?"
"Nothin much here, you?"
"Well, I was fixin to have some people over to play Halo and swim."
"Ohhh, I see. Well, need me to bring anything?"
"Just a remote and some trunks."
We chatted a little longer on details, then hung up. God his voice is sexy! I couldn't get the images of him out of my head as I asked my mom if I could go. Of course, she said yes, knowing that I have no social life at all except for church, and that is where I see Grant the most. Before long, I was in my car driving the six miles through the wooded country roads of my rural Mississippi area to Grant's house. When I got there, there were no other cars; I figured that I lived closer than most of his friends, and that I had just beat them there.
I walked up to the large two-story semi-mansion and rang the door bell. Grant's father is a dentist, and the family lives 'comfortably', although they are not snobby in any sense of the word. Grant answered the door with a smile, showing off his perfect smile. "Hey Thomas, come on in." We exchanged hellos and such and immediately went up stairs to put my stuff in the game room.
"Where is everybody?", I asked. "I guess I beat them here, huh?" He shrugged his shoulders as he pulled the xbox outa the cabinet and began hooking up remotes and such and said, "Yea, guess so."
I stared at him with his back turned. He was wearing red tennis shorts made out of that clingy, silky material and a white t shirt with the sleeves cut out. His strong, chiselled muscles were bulging from his shoulders to his defined calves, down to his bare feet. I just stood there taking in his masculine beauty as I had so many times before, when I suddenly felt a slap on my shoulder.
"Hey Thomas." I looked over my shoulder and into those beautiful eyes that belonged to none other than Mark, Grant's older brother. He was as hot as his little brother in his own right. Both are athletically built and cute. Not GQ model type cute, at least not totally, but not Marlboro rugged cowboy type either. Both were masculine and refined. To sum it up easily, they are both drop dead gorgeous to look at!
As Mark made his entry, Grant looked up and smiled at his older bro and said, "You gonna 'play' with us?" As he said this, I could not help but notice the way that he emphasized the word, 'play' in that sentence, as though he as insinuating something more than the word implied. But I just brushed it off.
Mark looked down at his sexy bro with a smile and said, "Well, later on. I have to go take care of stuff at dad's office. Today is my day to do yard work up there." Grant lifted his head from the tangle of cords, "Oh right, I forgot about today being your day." Mark began putting on the shoes he had been toting and said, "But I'll be home before supper." I then tore my eyes off of their muscular bodies and well-packed mid- sections and asked, "Are your parents out for the day?" Grant looked over at me and said, "They're in New Orleans for a seminar, they'll be gone for a few days. They left this morning." "Ohhh, I see. So we can do whatever we want, huh?" I said with a evil grin. I meant it as joke, but Grant and Mark looked at one another with the same grin and said, "Yep."
After that, Mark said good bye and left for the office which was about ten miles away, and Grant and I went down to the kitchen to get some food and drinks.
While we were sitting at the kitchen island, having sweet tea and Debbie cakes, we were mostly silent. It seemed to me that he had something on his mind, or that he was scoping me out, studying me for some reason. I would see him in my peripheral vision staring at me, then he'd go back to slowly eating his Doughnut stick. Finally, after about ten minutes, Grant asked, "Wanna go swimming?" "Sounds good to me.", I answered wadding up the two or three wrappers I had accumulated. We went up stairs to his room.
Usually, he seems more bashful when he is changing. Usually, he will go to the bathroom with me in his room, or something, and he always wears white briefs under his swimming suit, which I personally hated from the moment I changed with him the first time! This time was different for sure, he not only changed in my presence, but also removed his boxers right there in front of me! This was a stretch for sure, and I could tell that it was a stretch for him as well. He seemed a little uncomfortable, which puzzled me considering that he could have gone in private as he usually did. I didn't say anything, nor did I let on (at least not intentionally) that I was staring at his half-hard, continually plumping cock.
It looked like it was about four, four and a half inches right then and it wasn't completely hard yet. He had a very nice bush of pubic hair that had never seen a razor before. (I asked him once if he had tried that and he denied that the notion had ever crossed his mind). Me, on the other hand, had just shaved every last trace of pubic hair off of my mid-section, and was totally smooth. I do it for no particular reason, I had let it grow for several weeks, but got tired of my cum getting matted in the thick pubes, and shaved them off again. Plus it makes my seven inches look bigger than it really is, can't argue with that right?
I snapped out of my daze when I heard Grant chuckle and say, "What happened down there?" He had a devastatingly sexy grin smeared across his tanned face, and dimples that made his attempted menacing look appear even more fake. I simply grinned and said, "Got tired of dealin with em." He chuckled again and I said, "Nice jungle. . .is that where your dick is hiding?" I knew damn well that his cock was probably close to the same size as mine, and that his was getting harder as we spoke, but didn't mind staying on the subject a little longer...or a lot longer for that matter!
He looked down and jokingly said, "Did you hear what he just said about you buddy? He said you're small! What do you think we should do about it?" I was laughing hysterically while he pretended to have a conversation with his nearly erect cock. He turned his head as if listening to a voice, then said, "Kick his skinny white ass? Well, if that's what you want junior!" I was busy laughing my ass off with tears in my eyes until I found myself on the floor, tackled by 170 lbs of solid football muscle. We rolled wrestling on the floor back and forth until I managed to sit straddling his waist, his hard cock against my ass, and my hands pushing down on his chest tying to hold his writhing, laughing body down.
I said jokingly, "You give Mr. Football tackling machine? Oooooo you just got pinned by a 'skinny ass' 130 pounder! What now?" I was rubbing it in as much as possible, hoping to put some more fight into him. I succeeded, but didn't realize it until I was flipping over to the side and landed hard on my side making a loud thump on the second story floor.
He had bucked me and rolled over on me so that he was now the one holding me in a pin. I tried to buck him, but he did a better job pinning me so that I couldn't do it. He put his knees on my upper arms, holding my arms out to the sides, so that I could not move very much except for my legs, which were thrashing about trying to find some sort of footing. I was laughing so hard that I didn't realize that his penis was like, a few inches above my face. It appeared to be as hard as a penis could get as its 7 inches of circumcised goodness bobbed over my face. He looked down at me not laughing, but with a wicked grin plastered on his chiselled face.
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