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It was early Saturday morning after New Year's when the call came. Mom answered the phone while I was playing with my cars on the floor. There was a lot of snow on the ground and I'd played outside in the snow so much that it wasn't all that much fun anymore, if you know what I mean. We'd gotten a lot of snow since mid-December and I'd played in it a lot at first, but you can only build so many snowmen and have so many snowball fights before you want to do something else. I had to go back to school on Monday anyhow, it was kind of a down time before going back into the regular groove of schooldays for me. No more holidays until school let out for me, except maybe a three-day weekend here and there. Daddy told me to be grateful, when I went to work, I'd get one week all year long to myself, and only a day and a half for Christmas!
Mom was saying, "Of course you can tell Braden that he can stay tonight at our house! It won't be any problem at all. We'll be happy to see him again and it's very smart of him not to try to drive straight through back to college in weather like this. Our home is a good mid-point for him to break his travel, he can be here in time for supper tonight! We'll see him then."
Daddy had been listening and I said to him, "Sounds like we got company for dinner."
"A college boy. Probably eat enough for twelve people!" Dad harumphed. "What is he, a theater arts major?"
Daddy had asked me, but Mom was done with the call and she answered, "Braden wants to be an archeologist, Vincent, and work on remote sites in Asia and Africa."
"Useless is useless," snorted Daddy. Daddy worked as a plumber, which explains Mom's retort.
"Getting down on his hands and knees and sweating all day long is useless work?" she inquired. "Sounds like something you do, doesn't it?"
"Nice work if you can get it, people need plumbers, but who needs five thousand year old bones and broken pots?"
"You be nice to Braden while he's here, Karen's a longtime friend of mine and she may do the same for Alan one day," Mom reacted, getting irritated. I'm Alan, I'm six years old and know to keep out of their arguments, I didn't say anything, just kept playing. This was only a squabble, they weren't really mad at each other. They did this a lot. Sure enough, they were smiling and kissing less than five minutes later and Braden was coming to our house later that day.
Braden showed up and he was easy to like. He was just under twenty years old, stood five foot ten, with a tousle of wavy deep brown hair on his head. His handsome face was a delicate tan shade with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, with honey-brown eyes and an easy, clean, white smile that hung almost eternally on his face. His body was lean, fit and muscular, with powerfully toned abdominals, sharp pectorals, bulging biceps, who strode with the confidence of a king of all he surveyed, but a kindly and benevolent ruler.
He and Dad struck it off immediately when he showed a genuine interest in Dad's plumbing skills and they got into a discussion of common plumbing problems which showed Braden had a firm knowledge of Dad's own profession. Dad was visibly impressed and any resistance to him dissolved. But Braden didn't forget Mom and me in all his talk, he spoke to Mom of distant lands and their customs and to me of the fun facts about their people and peculiar behaviors and animals, we were all entertained by him while he inhaled, as Dad predicted, enough food for three people. College boys, as he joked during the meal, never turn down free food.
But when I was sent to bed at nine o'clock, Braden stretched, yawned and said, "I'm for the sack, too, if I can. I'm feeling wrecked after the day I've had and tomorrow isn't going to be any more fun."
Mom looked distressed. "Oh, dear, my plan is to have you use the living room couch, it pulls out into a bed, but now...."
"He can sleep with me!" I volunteered. "My bed is big enough. Let him sleep with me!"
Braden chuckled warmly. "I don't mind sharing a bed."
Mom was looking for a way to say "no," I could tell, so I blurted out in a whine, "Come on Mom, pleeeeeeease!"
Braden echoed me, "Yeah, come on, Mom, pleeeeeeease!"
Mom laughed and said, "Okay, okay, if you want to scrunch into his bed with him, go right ahead, but Vincent and I go to bed at ten o'clock, so the couch is available then if you give up."
"Oh, I think Alan and I can get along for one night, and that's all I'll be here," Braden said easily to her, then to me, he continued. "Come on, sport, let's you and me hit the sack."
I was glad to be doing that, but when we were getting ready for bed and he saw me take out my pajamas, he said, "Hold on, there, Alan, you can't wear that in bed!" He was stripped down to his briefs as he said that and I saw his well-muscled body in all it's sculptured beauty, it was breathtaking, like a living statue made of bronze!
"I can't?" I asked.
"No, no, your body needs to breathe during the night. So come on, live a little, and sleep the way I do." As I watched, he peeled off his briefs and stood before me completely nude. His prick was revealed, living in a nest of dark brown hair, dangling down like a banana. A big one, long and plump!
"Are you going to join me in bed, or are you going to just stare at me?" he asked, and I jumped at his words.
"Oh, no, no, sorry!" I said and put my pajamas back in the drawer and pulled off my shorts as I watched him crawl into bed, his buttocks wiggling like two melons rolling onto the bed, his cock waving back and forth lazily like a clock's pendulum as he shuffled over to the far side of the bed.
"Come on, hurry up," He urged me.
"I pushed down my briefs and was nude and I got awkwardly, bashfully, into the bed and flopped on my back up next to him. My bed was only a full-size bed and it was the only way for me to fit onto the bed, to be next to him.
"Why were you bashful?" he asked me. "You've got a nice pud on you, Alan," Braden told me. "Bet you love jacking it in bed at night, don't you?"
"Uhhhhhhh, uh-huh," I agreed cautiously.
"Yeah, me, too, I can't go to sleep right until I yank one out, myself," Braden said easily. "I'm going to whack mine right now, in fact, if that's okay with you. Mind if I jack it?"
"No, that's okay with me," I said.
"Great!" Braden's reaction was to throw the covers off of both of us and I saw his cock was fully turgid, an erect boner of some nine inches tall, uncut, the foreskin reached up to cover about half of the mushroom-shaped head. The tip had a gleaming glob of precome on it.
I reached toward the nightstand to turn off the lamp and Braden said, "Don't do that. Why don't you wank yours along with me, we can share this?"
I gulped hard and said, "Okay." My dick was standing upright at two and a half inches, the foreskin a ring around my own pink-shaded glans, and I gripped my wienie and looked over at Braden. He was already stroking his long prong, making long, slow strokes up and down the shaft. I started whapping my pud and Braden looked at how I was doing it.
"Hey, hey, that's too fast, you have to play with it, not beat it silly," he told me.
"This is how I always do it," I said, but I had stopped moving my hand.
"Here, let me show you what to do," Braden said and he let go of his own cock (he had been jacking it with his own closer hand, his left hand), and he reached it over and gripped my little honker. "This is how to jack a tiny boner like yours." His fingers gripped the shaft and he began to pump on me. Slower, but I couldn't feel any difference, other than it was another person's hand doing it.
"Uhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, oooooooooooh!" I groaned. "That's nice!"
"When it gets bigger, you can jack with your whole hand, like I do," Braden supplied. "Want to try it on mine?"
"Yeah," I said and grabbed his prick eagerly. It was thick and warm and my hand fit around it nicely and I began to jerk on it like I'd seen him doing.
"Uhhhhh, ohhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh!" Braden gasped, his eyes closing. "Nice job, Alan, do it faster now, faster! I'm really getting into this!" His own hand sped up on mine.
We beat each other's meat a short while, not even a minute and then Braden panted, "Want to try something else that's lots of fun, Alan?"
"Sure, what?" I breathed.
"This!" Braden moved and his head went down to my middle and his mouth landed on my pud and he was sucking on my dick. His mouth was so warm and wet and his lips had hold of my shaft and he was licking me with his tongue as well, and I groaned. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Braden twisted around as he kept moving and soon he had it where I could reach his cock myself. "Do mine for me, Alan, please, suck mine for me," he heaved out huskily, as he paused in his motions. "We can suck each other, it'll be great, just do it for me, please, suck me."
He didn't have to ask again, I was about to do it when he spoke, and I had clamped my mouth on it as he finished talking, my actions were awkward and inexperienced, but I had his own working of my cock to guide me and I began to imitate them and I got better pretty quickly. Braden was gushing saliva on my pud as he worked it, okay, that's what I would do to his. Flick the tongue over it as I moved, okay, that, too.
Braden's prick fit so well into my mouth and down my throat, as I moved on it more and more. It was so easy to fit it deeper and deeper, as I learned to hold my breath, and fit breathing in to the times when he was pulled out of my windpipe. Once you get the knack of that, deep-throating a man's prod is the easiest thing in the world!
"Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhh!" Braden groaned as he let go of my peter in his ecstasy. "Damn, Alan, you're a natural born cock-sucker. Ohhhhhhh, geez, I'm about to blow my nuts now, do me and then I'll work on your pecker again. Right now, I can't even concentrate! Ohhhhhhhhh, maaaaaaaaaaannnnnnn!"
I was frenzied as I slurped on him, I wanted him to come so bad, that magnificent hunk of man, to feel his hot cock explode inside of my mouth. I wanted to gulp down every ounce of his spooge! I didn't even care what it tasted like, I wanted it all! I kept on working fast as I could, and Braden was moaning to beat the band!
"Ahhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh!" He sighed. "AHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHH, OHHHHHH-OHHHHH-OHHHH-OHHHH-OHHHHH-OHHHHHHHHH, AH-HUH, AH-HUH, AH-HUH, AH-HUH, AH-HUH, AH-AH-AH-AH-AHAH- AH-AH-AH, AHHHH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Braden hit his orgasmic moment and his come-load was plentiful and powerful, blasting huge globs of warm goo into my mouth and throat as I kept on bobbing back and forth to keep up the high tempo of his climax.
"HAHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, OHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHH, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, uhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Braden's moans slowly damped down to rapid breathing, his chest pumping hard like he was lifting weights, and he smiled at me raggedly, looked at my cock which was still stiff and waiting impatiently, and his lips seized on it and he began to repay my attentions with interest on top.
I gasped and squirmed in bed as he sucked my little prick, I felt a wild frenzy of pleasures I had never felt before with my own manipulations and I groaned and grimaced, wormed and squirmed, gasped and gaped, convulsed and constricted, gasped and galvanized, thrust my hips upwards and cried out in my bliss as my body was treated to a joy so intense that I felt like I would never feel the same again afterwards, knowing that this measure of pleasure was possible, I would ever after attempt to match it again, an eternal search driving my every moment.
Soon, too soon, it was over and I slumped down and Braden rose off of me, wiped his lips with the back of his hand and grinned at me, I smiled back and he leaned over and gave me a kiss that tasted of my own dick, and said, "Now that was something to let a guy get a good night's sleep."
"Yeah, it was," I agreed.
"So let's pack in some Z's, Alan. Good night."
"Good night, Braden."
He pulled the covers up over us and we both fell asleep.
I woke up some time in the night and Braden was asleep and I saw him in the dim light of my night light. He was on his back with a smile on his face, and I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, like I was the master of the universe and could do anything I wanted, and right now I wanted to make love to him.
Carefully, moving cautiously, I crawled on top of him and laid my hard dick onto his soft one which was lying on his stomach, felt the soft foreskin warm on my peter. I began to move my hips, sliding my dick on top of his long prong. Braden's soft cock rolled under my motions and it began to stiffen up even as he slept. The more and faster I moved, the harder it got. I panted as my desire built up in me, seeing Braden's strong body lying out under me, golden in the pale light, every muscle outlined with the shadows, his latent godhood shining through.
In my final moments, as I felt the passion of orgasm cresting in me, I felt Braden shift and he groaned and as I climaxed, his hands came up and held onto me, cuddling me as I groaned and shook in my climax, sharing in this moment of my orgasmic glory.
As I finished, lying on him, he whispered, "You little sneak, sliding in for seconds and not waking me up to join in? Now you have to pay the consequences."
He held onto me and rolled me over and his legs were outside of mine, my legs pinned together tight, and his cock elevated above me. He took careful aim and slid his damp pecker into the cleft between the legs and the foreskin pulled back as he buried the shaft. "There. This, Alan, is called interfemoral sex, and it works like this," he explained.
He began to pump his hips and his cock slid back and forth between my legs, the foreskin clinging as he moved, and he fucked me like that, a steady brisk motion of his body that let me cling to him and him to kiss me as he rammed his cock into the warm nexus of my lower limbs.
I found the situation nice but without any joy for me, beyond the soft pleasure of him holding and stroking my body with his hands and his kisses on my lips and face and neck. As he said, I had done him without him getting anything, so this was his turn and I let him do this.
Watching his face as his pleasure built was its own joy, how his handsome features somehow, without changing, became softer and more vulnerable, and his eyes spoke volumes, promising me joys unlimited and happiness unending. Then the face shifted into a sort of astonishment and slackened and then he groaned out (he had been groaning all along, but these groans were intense and uneven), "AHHHHHHH-UHHHHHH-AHHHHHHOHHHHH- UHHHHH-AHHHH-UHHHH-OHHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHHHAHHH- AHHH-AHHH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UHHHHHHHHHHHH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Braden squirted his wads and they soaked my thighs and balls, and the sheets beneath me, and I watched his face through all of it, the many emotions of climax, and each of them was beautiful in their own way. In those moments, a man touches God for a few seconds, and comes away a little more mature and measured and at ease with himself. Like it is an integral part of life itself and without it, a man remains a child.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, that was great! Thanks, Alan, I needed that." Braden groaned. He held me in his arms, me lying on my side pressed up to him, and we both went back to sleep like that.
When I awoke again, it was full daylight and my bed was otherwise empty. Braden wasn't there. Nor in the bathroom. His clothes were gone. I went to the kitchen to find Mom cooking and Dad at the table. "Mom, where's Braden?"
"Oh, he's already gone, dear," Mom said. "He wanted to get on the road early, a new snowfall is supposed to set in tonight."
"He left?" I was upset. "He didn't tell me good-bye."
"We thought it was better if you were left to sleep," Mom said.
"You'll be seeing him again," Dad replied. "He's going to work as my assistant over summer break."
"He'll be staying with us as part of his pay," Mom added. "Wants to share your room in fact, all summer long."
"I said I could fix him up a place," Dad said, "but he wouldn't hear of it. Said he liked sharing a room with you."
"Is that all right with you, dear?" Mom asked me. "Having Braden in your room every night this summer? If not, we can talk with him again."
"I'd love to have Braden in my room every night this summer," I assured her.
In my bed, too!
THE END
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