Well, that did the trick. I felt his thick sausage getting hard in my fist. Then I slipped my boner into his hand, rested the side of my head on his chest, and moved my hips in a slow fucking motion while I stroked him.
"Your hair smells like shampoo," he said softly as he fingered my thick, black locks. "How's it going with the other stuff?"
"I haven't even smoked this week."
"I'm proud of you."
"I know that." It was totally cool to hear Kyle say that he was proud of me. He was the only person I knew who understood that it wasn't easy for me to stay away from stuff... not with every other damn dude doing it. So it was like I was trying for him, and not just for me.
I moved my head down to his abs, and licked the pre-cum off the head of his boner. It was easy to tell by the way his stomach suddenly tightened that my tongue was driving him crazy. "You taste cool, Kyle."
"You're gonna get a full lunch if you keep that up."
My tongue kept playing with the tip of his swollen knob as I continued to fist his thick, hard shaft. Meantime, he'd stopped massaging my boner. I figured his whole focus must've been on what I was doing, and how much he was enjoying it. So he'd kinda lost the plot as far as I was concerned.
As soon as his hips rose, and his cock jumped in my hand, I moved my face away and watched the first wad of jizz explode from his pisshole. There was a stack of the fucking stuff! And it landed all over his chest and stomach. That was my signal to jack him even harder, 'til he eventually had to take my hand off his throbber 'cause he'd emptied his nads and gotten to that tender, painful stage.
Kyle grabbed some sheets of toilet paper from his bedside drawer, and cleaned himself. For some reason, he was wearing an evil grin. "I've got a special Chrissie pressie for you, Wingnut. You wanna sit on my chest and lean forward over me? You've gotta be quiet, though. OK?"
"OK." Woohoo! Was he gonna blow me? Wicked!
It was like some kinda fantastic dream as I watched my bro pull my boner down level with his mouth, then slide his lips over my shiny knob. Instinct took over, and I began to fuck his face. But I was getting so damn excited, he had to tell me to be quiet. Jeez! If his mom or dad had found us like that, with my woody jammed in his face... well, I didn't even wanna think about that. Besides, this was one experience I never wanted to end. Totally outasight!
When I felt my balls tighten, and my muscles contract, I tried to warn Kyle through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna cum, Kyle!" I whispered.
Oh, my fuck! He had his hands on my buns, and he was preventing me from pulling out. Instead, he drew me closer as I shot my load into his mouth. His tongue was doing the most incredible things to my sensitive cockhead, and he was swallowing! Whoa! I'd never felt anything so awesome! It wasn't like the time Steph had blown me, or Paul... I was sitting on my bro's chest, and actually fucking his handsome face. It was just soooo unreal!
After I'd fired my final wad, he held my crotch against his face like he didn't wanna let me go, and was maybe hoping I still had some juice left in my balls. My dick had gone a bit limp, but wasn't completely soft as it lingered like a hibernating snake in his mouth. Hey, I was happy to leave it there. It meant that Kyle thought I was pretty special.
But it wasn't long before my dick began to harden again. His tongue was playing with my shaft, and his fingers were massaging my nads, causing every nerve to tingle like crazy. Then he pushed me back so that I had to rest my upper weight on my hands, while his lips and tongue went to work on my woody. To be looking down the length of my chest and stomach to my patch of pubes, and to be seeing my bro's face busy licking and sucking my jewels, was straight outa the wildest fantasy. He was being gentle, though, 'cause he knew that my woody was like totally sensitive after having already shot my load. The rest of my body was kinda tense.
"Relax!" he whispered.
"I'm relaxing! I'm relaxing! This is awesome, Kyle. Make it last all night."
Kyle was jacking himself with one hand, while he used the other, plus his mouth, to work my balls and boner. I couldn't believe it when I felt the second rush on its way. It wasn't as big as the first load, but it was enough to send my cock into a frenzy as it bucked around inside my bro's mouth, and fired more Wingnut juice down his willing throat.
Before I fell asleep with my head on his chest, and one leg draped over his, I remembered him telling me how cool I tasted. "That's one of the things I like about you, little bro. You keep yourself clean. And you smell fresh." Then he raved about my muscles, and how wicked I looked while I was towering over him, fucking his face, and again while I was leaning back, stretching my flat sixpack. He was big time into flat stomachs.
When I woke in the morning, I'd been placed on the spare mattress sometime during the night.
After breakfast the next day -- the day after Christmas -- we made our way to Long Beach.
"Thanks a stack for the special Chrissie pressie. It was totally awesome!"
"Awesome for me, too."
"I guess it's OK for bros to love each other, huh?"
"But you don't love me the same as you love Steph, right?"
"Nope. Do you love me the same as you love Candy?"
"Nope. We're bros, Kyle, not fucking sisters. Hey! When did you put me on the spare mattress?"
"Just after you fell asleep. I didn't want my folks to walk in and see you in bed with me."
"I didn't feel a thing."
"You were sleeping like a baby, and I was gentle. You wanna know something, Wingnut?"
"I just sat on the side of my bed and admired you for a long time. You were laying on your back."
"Pretty impressive, huh?"
"Yep," he laughed. "But don't let it go to your head."
"It's not like that, Kyle. It's not like there's a million fucking Kyles checking me out, or blowing me. There's only you. So it's not gonna go to my head. OK?"
"You're pretty cool for a grommet."
"And you're pretty cool for an old dude." Luckily, I ducked just in time to avoid Kyle's flat hand whizzing over the top of my head.
There were quite a few of my buds in the surf, and Kyle seemed to be surprised that I'd built up a huge circle of friends since I'd been surfing without him. He'd had his nose in the books for the final exams, then the summer job, so I was kinda left to my own devices for a month or two.
"Just goes to prove that you don't need Sean's shit. You're popular without all his crap."
"Not too popular when the guys steal my waves, though."
"Tell me about it. You majored in profanity."
"Yeah, right. Guess who taught me? Anyway, it's cool. We glare at each other for a while, and come pretty close to scrapping, but then we're friends again."
The surf wasn't brilliant, but it was OK, so we surfed the whole day before hitching a ride back home. Most of the time, we didn't have any trouble thumbing a lift. Maybe it had something to do with two barefoot teens... sticks tucked under their arms, and boardies hanging low on their hips. A lotta peeps thought we had some kinda god status, and treated us differently to regular folks.
"Why do you think that is?" I asked after we'd been dropped off close to home.
"Not sure. Maybe it's 'cause we're part of nature... y'know... like at one with the sea. That's where we all came from in the first place."
"You don't think it's got something to do with showing a bit of ass crack?"
"That, too. But you show more than I do."
"How come Conan doesn't surf?"
"Not his thing."
"Probably doesn't wanna show any ass crack."
"He'd kill you if he heard you say that."
"So how come he hasn't killed you yet?"
"I like Conan a stack, but I can't figure him. He's got this dimpled smile like he wouldn't hurt a fly. Then he gets mad as hell."
"What were you saying about the guys who steal your waves?"
"Yeah, but Conan gets mad mad. I mean, like real mad. And it's not like somebody's stealing his wave."
"He's got problems."
"Problems you wouldn't understand, Wingnut. He's not like you... or me, for that matter. He's uptight about a lotta things. You breeze through life like you breeze into my room. You treat everything like it's totally natural. Mark's not like that. He's kinda paranoid about stuff."
"You blown him?"
"Nope. Well, once."
"He blown you?"
"Are you kidding?"
"What did he say after you blew him?"
"I guess he was kinda chuffed."
"Yeah, right. More than chuffed. I still can't believe the other night. And I blew twice! It was totally, totally, fucking awesome, Kyle. Best ever. Fucking wicked. So Mark must've felt the same. Did he?"
Kyle answered by smiling at me.
"I knew it! No way in the fucking world could anyone not think it was awesome." We walked a couple more paces in silence before I spoke again. "Kyle? Why did you do it?"
"I wanted to give you a special Chrissie pressie."
"It was more than that."
"And you swallowed."
"It was awesome when you swallowed."
"What was I supposed to do? Spit it out?"
"You held me there. I tried to warn you."
"I didn't hear you."
"Yeah, right. You pulled me closer. And then you did it again! Do you love Conan more than me?"
"It's not about more or less, Wingnut. Sure I love Mark, but I love you, too."
"I think I love you, but I'm not sure what it's supposed to feel like. I like Candy a stack, but it's not the same. I dunno why."
"Does it matter why? Just follow your nose, Wingnut. Y'know? We're not talking about the mysteries of the fucking universe here... we're talking about feelings. Totally different thing."
"When you're with me, does it feel different to being with Steph or Mark?"
"'Cause you're not Steph or Mark."
"So what does it feel like?"
"Hey, enough of the fucking questions. OK? You know what you wrote on the drawing you gave me for Christmas? That's what it feels like."
"Looks totally cool on your wall."
"And that's where it's gonna stay. Forever."
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