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 Pt. II

After we dried off, we went to my room where he’d spied on me jacking off. I guess I should quit saying he spied on me but it feels like that’s what he did. Anyway, we get in my room and the porno I’d been watching is still playing. I’d forgot all about it but since it’s on a loop, it’d started over, a familiar scene playing.  

Ok, truth time: the porno I’d been watching was all guys. A bunch of guys jacking off I’d downloaded from Xtube. Made me all uncomfortable again and I walked to the computer to turn it off.  

I turn to face Marquise and he’s watching, like I’d thought, but he doesn’t say anything. Just kind of looks at me like he’s waiting for what’s next.

“Wanna get on the bed?” I say and he nods, his dick somewhere between soft and halfway hard. I know what he said and I figure he’s still wanting it but it feels real awkward being naked with him, now that we’re out the shower.  

My bed’s not big so we’re sort of close, whether we want to be or not. I actually stared at the ceiling a while, uncertain how to proceed. I can feel Marquise’s warm body next to me but I’m not looking at him.

“That’s what you was doin’?” He says, his voice low and husky. He’s talking about the guy on the video. I nod my head, waiting, then he surprises me and says,

“Can I see?”

A long minute passed, my heart sort of pounding in my ears but I finally rolled out the bed and started the video again. The guy is one of my fave’s because he really blows when he cums. I feel my face heat up when I lay back down. Although I know it’s stupid, I’m not comfortable watching my guy porn with Marquise.

“No…. you,” Marquise says, his voice even huskier.  

I look over at him and damn, my little homie’s on bone hard! Oh wow, that made me very hot. Couldn’t believe it, even though I was looking at his beating pipe, hovering over his taut tummy.

“Can I see you do it?” He clarifies, his hand idly moving to his crotch. I watch him cup his taut balls, then involuntarily passing over his hardness.

If he’s not tripping, no reason I should be tripping, I surmise, gripping my hardening tool. I can hear the sound from the video behind me and it’s getting to my favorite part where dude blows all over his smooth, dark brown chest but Marquise isn’t even watching it. His eyes are locked on my dick and it’s kind of hot because it’s Marquise.

He’s casually gripping and releasing his hardness now and I ask him if he knows how to jack off?

"Is that what you were doing?" I tell him yes, and he shakes his head.

"Never busted before?"

"What’s that?"

Don’t ask me why but that made me feel all warm inside, for some reason. It’s like I’m the big brother and Marquise is my little brother, waiting for me to show him how it’s done.

"I’ll show you," I said, stroking my dick in earnest now. "Just do what I do," I instructed, watching as he gripped his smaller dick like I was doing.

Letting my hand travel up my hardness, I had to stop. "Wait," I said, jumping off the bed. Marquise watched me as I darted for the bathroom. Returning with my mom’s expensive lotion, I was about to lay down when Marquise said,

"You can turn that off."

A little surprised he wasn’t interested in the porno, I closed my laptop, stopping the film.

Laying next to him, I poured some lotion in my hand. He held out his hand and I poured some in his too. When he saw me slather it on my dick, he mirrored me, slipping the slippery liquid up his erect pump handle. His eyes closing, he let out an audible sigh when the lotion lubed up his efforts.

Throwing me a look of wonder, he looked at his dick. "Feels good, huh?" I said, stroking mine more openly. He nodded, his eyes locking on my hardness again. He never stopped watching after that, his hand traveling up his pole. Maybe we should’ve closed that window but, you know how you don’t think when you’re young.

We were both going at it pretty good now, the tension much less. Like Marquise, I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick. We stared at each other’s woodies, hand’s stroking up and down. I was getting close then Marquise says,

"What’s it do?"

My little homie really was a virgin. All he was doing was mirroring what he saw me do but he didn’t have a clue what it was supposed to do. I really had to be the big brother and hip him to what was up.

"You keep doing it until it feels real good, then stuff comes out." His hand slowing, his face screwed into a question mark.

"Stuff?" He says, his eyes looking first at my dick then his.

"Yeah. Cum? Baby juice? Sperm?"

"Does it hurt?" Shaking my head, I rustled his hair.

"Feels real good. You’ll see," I said, stroking again.

Like a kid who’s just been told there’s a prize at the end of his dick, Marquise started stroking even more. All the while he kept looking at my dick, eyes expectant. Made me really hot, watching my little bro watching me like that.

For a minute, I let my eyes wander over his sexy form. He was so smooth, he was almost hairless. His light brown skin flawless, it took everything in me to not caress his smooth body. I watched his small chest, rapidly rising and falling, his boy sized nipples semi-erect. His tummy quivering, there was a mini six pack developing. His legs a beautiful tan brown, they too were smooth as a baby’s. Muscles flexing between his thighs, they would tighten, then relax with his effort.

Whereas I was steadily stroking, Marquise would build to a frenzy, his tongue hanging out, then he’d slow, his chest heaving, as if his efforts had exhausted him. After a few seconds lag, he’d start stroking again, building to another frenzy.

He was so hot to watch, I felt myself about to blow in no time. Glancing down his squirming body once more, I caught glimpse of his wiggling toes, opening and squeezing together as he worked. He was really laboring to match my actions, his small body contorting and wiggling.

One last look at his cute face, his tongue hanging out this cute mouth and I felt the cum start up my dick. Hissing and shaking, I fought to keep my eyes open, my dick straight as an arrow. Marquise watched me huffing and bucking, his hand really working up his dick like he saw me do. When the first shot of cum squirted out, his eyes got big, his hand idly slowing as he watched me blow.

Made me so hot, I was creaming like never before. No sooner’d one jet of cum fly out, another would squirt right behind it. I was cumming so much, it was almost like a steady stream of boy juice.

It squirted on my chest, my neck, my shoulders. Some of it even rain down on my face, dotting it with warm cum. Truly astonished, Marquise half sat up.

"Dannnnngggg," He marveled, watching the cum fly. I was a cummy mess by the time I stopped squirting. Little rivulets of cum were running down my torso and off my face.

"Mine gonna do that?" He enthused. Heaving air, I couldn’t be sure the little fella could even squirt, let alone blow gobs like me.

"Maybe," I said, between gulps of air. "Just do what I did," I instructed, looking at his dick.

Like I said, for a little fella (he was only about 5 feet tall and barely one hundred pounds) Marquise had a pretty decent little soldier. I’m not sure but I’d say it’s well over 5 inches, maybe even 6. And it wasn’t one of those pencil dicks, like the little kids had. The kid had a real nice looking wiener with a nice head and nice hard shaft.

He laid back down, his hand moving up his hardness again.

"Can I have some more lotion?" He says, after a few minutes. I poured some in his hand and he smeared it about his dick. Staring at the ceiling he went to work, his hand moving faster and faster about his dick. Working to a near frenzy, his chest would heave and his tongue would really loll out his mouth but nothing. He tried several times, finally stopping to catch his breath.

"It’s not working," He said, frustrated.

"Why do you go all fast like that?" I quizzed. He glanced at me.

"’Cause it be feeling good," He said, a sheepish look on his face.

"Probably need to slow down," I said.

"Like how?"

"Like I did. Just let it come natural."

He looked at the ceiling, his face showing frustration. "Can you show me?" He finally said, looking up at me.

"You want me to do it?" He nodded, moving his hand away.

Hadn’t expected that but it’s what makes Marquise cool. He’s not stuck on all the stupid things guys not supposed to do. He just wants to do what he sees me do. Looking into those innocent eyes, I couldn’t turn him down. Pouring a little more lotion in my hand, I gripped his excited pump handle. Immediately his body went stiff, a loud sigh of pleasure ringing out. It was the start of something really cool for us but I had no idea at the time.

Slipping my hand up his hard inches, I felt my dick going hard again. His dick felt so good in my hand. When my hand bumped over that ridge about the head of his dick, his toes wiggled and his hips went slightly up. My man was really getting off on my stroking him.

In no time his hips were raised high, his breaths rapid as his tummy quivered. His dick erect, like a standpipe, his little balls were pulled so tight, they were almost not there. Working my hand up his dick, and over his swollen head, I heard him gasp, his dick swelling in my hand.

Was really cool, actually doing it with Marquise instead of dreaming about it. My dick was all the way hard and I knew I’d need to get another nutt. Strumming my hand about his shaft and head, I watched as my little fella found something new that day. Something I’d taught him.

Raising his head, he stared at his dick.

"I think I gotta pee!" He squealed, eyes bugging. He was about the jump up but I told him to wait.

"I think you’re about to cum," I explained, stroking his dick even more. Squirming, he wiggled his hips, eyes huge. With a loud groan, his hips bucked and a hot squirt of boy juice jumped out. It wasn’t thick and creamy like mine but thin and runny. I was surprised the little fella could even make juice, his stiffy barely sprouting hair.

Excited, he raised up on his elbows, his hips still rising and falling as the last dribbles of juice ran out.

"Is that cum?!" He exclaimed, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah dude, you just came." Really satisfied with himself, he looked at his first nutt.

"Dang, felt good!" He said.

"I know," I agreed, letting his hardness go.

"Like, this what guys be doing?" He said, passing his finger through his recent release. I nodded, grabbing a few tissues from the box next to my bed.

Marquise was still fascinated by the cum he’d just made, lifting his finger to his nose to smell it. I handed him the tissues and he wiped his juice up. I had to go to the bathroom for a towel to clean my cum bath up. Of course Marquise followed me, jumping off the bed when he saw me leave.

"But why mine didn’t do like yours?" He said, observing the mess all over my torso and face.

"Because you’re still young. I couldn’t even shoot when I was your age." I looked down at him and he seemed to be considering my words.

"You get older and you’ll make more cum," I told him.

"Can everybody make cum?"

"No dude. You can only do it when you get old enough."

"So I’m old enough?" He looked down at his wilting dick.

"Looks like it, li’l homie," I said, rustling his hair. Throwing me a broad smile he had a very content look on his face.

Like I said, Marquise is over all the time now. If he’s not coming over soon as he gets out of school, he’s at the door first thing in the morning. I think he ditches school on those days.

He can’t get enough of jacking off now. He’s like a sex fiend or something, wanting to bust a nutt all the time. I can’t complain though, I’m just as bad. I wouldn’t admit it if he asked, but I’m actually hoping he starts something when he comes over.

At first he used to say "Wanna take a shower?" And I knew what that’d lead to so I’d always agree. But now we don’t even have to use the shower excuse. Most the time he comes over, I’m either in my boxers or my pajama bottoms and that’s like an open invitation to the little freak. Like I said, he likes examining me, like he’s a doctor or a scientist or something.

"How come mine don’t have hair like that?" He’ll say, pulling his shorts and underwear down to look at his, then look at mine. Or, "My balls gonna get that big?"

He can’t get enough of looking. The next time he came over after his first nutt, he openly studied my shit the moment we got to my room. We’d taken a shower like before and when we laid down on the bed, he started in with the questions.

"You’ll get more hair," I told him as he hovered over my stuff, his warm breath making my dick bobble.

The more he came over, the bolder he got. Doesn’t even wear underwear anymore. When he sits down and puts his feet on his basketball (I wondering if he does it on purpose now) I can see up his shorts to his nutts if they rise up enough.

Like I said, we don’t even use the shower excuse anymore. He’ll come over, sometimes early in the morning, and things just happen. We might act like we’re just hanging out, like we used to do, but we’re both knowing what we really want to do.

One day he was over early and he’d woke me up so I went back to bed. He’s gabbing about something he saw on TV last night but all I want to do is crawl back in bed and pull the covers over my head. He follows me to my room, blabbing all the way and when I got to my bed, I just got under the covers. The TV was on so he started flipping through channels. He’s laying on top of the covers next to me and it feels good, but I was too tired to do anything.

Me and Marquise were really close by then. Not only was he like my little shadow, always hanging around, he was my best outlet for sex too. Yeah, I had my little lady friends at the time but none of them interested me like Marquise. We had a special bond and it came out in the way we were so comfortable with each other. I mean, who else would I have opened the door for that early in the morning? And there’s no way I would’ve had any other dude in my bedroom with me like that, especially not laying on the same bed. But we’d seen each other naked so many times, there wasn’t even a reason to trip about something as little as laying on the bed together, even if we weren’t jacking off.

Things hadn’t progressed much further from our first time by then, even though we both really got off on being sexual together. We never talked about it, other than Marquise’s questions. And other than his developing curiosity about my body, we didn’t do anything more than bust a nutt together like that first time. Marquise had even got to where he could bust it himself, if he chose. But most the time he liked me to get him off.

So when I felt him getting under the covers with me that day, it was kind of weird. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like he was doing something bad or something. It’s just, till then, we hadn’t progressed that far.

I was in my bed, farthest from the TV and, before he got under the covers, Marquise was between me and the TV, which I really didn’t care because I wasn’t watching, even though I was turned towards it. I should’ve got suspicious when the little monkey left the room for a few but by the time he’d come back, I was almost sleep.

I’m barely hearing the TV, drifting off to sleep land when I feel him slipping under the covers. Ok, not so weird, I say, excusing him as I head for sleepy land again. Like I said, if it’d been anybody other than Marquise... I feel the warmth from his body next to me and then my eyes bucked open. My nigga’s naked!

He’s facing away from me, like he’s still watching TV or something, but he’s naked as the day he was born. I know because I can feel the softness of his skin and because we’re all next to each other in my tight bed. What the fuck? I’m thinking, my eyes studying the back of his head.

I didn’t say anything, too many questions going through my head. Part of me tries to rationalize it by saying he’s just wanting to be in the bed with me, but I can’t rationalize him being naked. We lay there for what seems like an eternity, Marquise’s slim body all spooned next to mine. Of course my dick does what comes naturally and soon my man’s got a boner up against his warm butt cheeks. He doesn’t say anything and we lay there a long time again.

I’m wanting to sleep but I can’t get around what’s happening beneath the covers. Not only is my little homie in bed with me but he’s bare butt naked and it’s pressed against my hard dick!

Kind of started getting warm under those covers then but I can’t move. My heart’s beating hard and I can actually feel his heart thumping, it’s so quiet under those covers. The only sound is the loud commercial on the TV. I’m laying there, listening to the TV talking about dental insurance and I feel Marquise push his ass against my dick.

Can’t be, I say, my mind unable to believe what was happening before my eyes. This is got to be a dream. I fell asleep and I’ll wake up and see he’s still laying on the bed, watching TV.

Like a stone sculpture, I’m frozen in place. I couldn’t move if I wanted to at that point. Marquise’s butt (the same one I’d fantasized about seeing naked) is pressed up against my throbbing dick and it’s making me so hard, it’s almost hurting. About time I start to get my head around what’s happening, he started moving his ass. There’s no avoiding it now. I’m not sleep and this is really happening. My man’s grinding on my dick!

Do I tell you guys how that made me feel? Do I tell you how many times I’d jacked off, thinking about his cute ass? How many times I’d watched it when we were shooting hoops? Or how many times I’d wish I could cram my dick between his sweet little buns?

It was all so fantastic, I had to fight myself to keep from busting all over him. It just can’t be, I kept telling myself. Not my man Marquise. I know he wasn’t like that because when he’d see two guys fucking on Xtube (his secret sin) he’d immediately click off the page. Ok, he asked me questions about it all the time, but that was just his curiosity, like all the other things he asked. Marquise was all boy, shooting hoops better than me sometimes and doing boy things, like chucking rocks or climbing trees. No way he’d want this, no matter how it looked.

My dick’s so hard it’s starting to leak now but Marquise is still rubbing and pushing his saucy ass up on it. I think I would’ve convinced myself I wasn’t feeling what I was feeling right on up till I busted all over his backside but Marquise wasn’t about to let me delude myself. Just when it’d started feeling good, he stopped, his ass pushed against me. I’m laying there thinking he’s changed his mind and then I feel him reach back and move my dick so it’s between his butt cheeks!!

My eyes closed when that happened and my dick just about leaped up his ass. I’m smothering moans and sighs as he wedges my dick deeper between his cheeks by rotating his ass atop it. It’s sliding back and forth, across his tight hole and neither one of us could hold back the trembling whimpers any more.

Juice is oozing out my dick, lubing up his crack and my pole’s sliding back and forth between his warm cheeks. It’s all so good, I still can’t believe it’s happening so I reached around him for confirmation. Sure enough, my hand found the hardest erection you’ve ever imagined and he stopped when I gripped it in my hand. He trembled when I stroked it, letting out a tiny sigh.

If I had my doubts before, I had the proof in my hands now. This wasn’t some accidental thing and I wasn’t dreaming. Although I still couldn’t get my head around it, my boy was doing the impossible.

I think we both jumped to another level at that point. The irrefutable proof in my hand, there was no avoiding the implications (how you like that sentence?!!). Reaching between us, I cupped his soft buns. Might as well, I figured, Marquise’s actions all but granting me permission.

Oh, did they feel good. So soft and smooth. Better than I’d ever imagined them feeling. But I think it made it even better because I knew he wanted me feeling them. My dick practically leaped between his cheeks. Rubbing my hands all over his smooth bottom, I pushed my dick up and down his crack and Marquise didn’t shy away. No, he pushed his ass back against my dick.

I was in heaven, more than my wildest fantasies coming to past. As one hand palmed his sweet bottom, the other stroked his throbbing dick. Marquise exhaled heavily, his ass grinding even more against my dick then, he reached between us again and shocked me once more. Grabbing my hard pumphandle he wedged it between his cheeks, right at his small digit.

We’re spooned all together, his hard dick’s still in my hand and my dick’s aimed right at his tight hole now. I probably should’ve got some lotion or baby oil or something but this wasn’t planned so I was too busy playing catch up.

Can’t tell you how hard my heart was beating then. I've got Marquise’s warm ass all around my dick and then he started pushing his ass back on it. He’strying to get me inside him!! He keeps pushing and moving his ass against the head of my dick and then I feel it squeeze inside. That’s when I heard Marquise finally make a sound. He’s not pushing now and I heard him make a loud gasp. I’m thinking he’s not feeling this anymore but he doesn’t pull up off my dick or move so we just lay there for a while.

I don’t know how he did it with no lube but after he laid there for some time, he started pushing back again and more of my dick went inside. He doesn’t try to hide his gasps and moans now, my big assed dick probably splitting him in two. I’m not doing anything, just laying there, feeling how good it feels and seeing what he wants to do.

Little by little, my dick’s going inside him. He stopped a few times and just held me inside him but then he’d move again and more would go in. I can’t tell you how good it felt, his warm, tight hole snapped around my hardness, but every time he’d move it deeper, my eyes would roll up in my head and my toes would curl.

Felt so good, I had to reach my hands around him and just hug him to me. One hand’s got him by his smooth little chest and the other’s moving up and down his quivering tummy. I’m holding him in a bear hug and we’re slowly moving together, my dick locked inside his hot little furnace. I wouldn’t have believed it if I wasn’t there, but me and my little homie were fucking.

We started rocking together and my dream’s coming true. My dick’s going in and out of Marquise’s hot little ass. You could’ve bought me with a nickel, I was so surprised but damn if it didn’t feel good. Bed’s swaying and the TV’s playing another stupid commercial.

Then we really started bumping and I hear him making noises. I’m grunting and groaning too, Marquise’s ass better than I ever imagined. Maybe it’s the idea my little homie wants me inside him but all I know its super good. No way I can tell you how good it was, sliding all my dick inside that hot tunnel. I feel his tight hole squeezing my dick and my eyes go crossed. Couldn’t help it, I started pecking him on his sweaty neck. It’s hella hot under those covers but we stay under them, rocking back and forth. I kissed him on his neck, his ears, even raised up and pecked him on the cheek.

His ass is so sweet and I want to stay there all day but it feels so good, I can’t last. I’m riding up in him like there’s no tomorrow and then, too soon, I feel myself about to cum. I squeezed him tight and we craned our necks until our mouths finally met. I mean, at a moment like that, we had to kiss.

I’m whimpering and huffing and he’s moaning and whining like this was the best thing in the world. And he was right, it was the best thing ever! Better thanany of my videos. Better than all the girls I’d tried to get past second base with. Better than all the times I’d jacked off put together.

My dick’s shoved up in him to the balls and I feel every inch of it being nursed by his madd tight hole. He’s whining like a bitch getting the best dick and his dick is standing straight up, like a flagpole and we both go to making loud noises. As I feel his ass rubbing against the head of my dick, pulling the cum out, I also feel his dick leap in my hand. We’re both moaning and whining and as my hand feel’s his boy dick jump and spurt, my dick feels like the head is about to blow off. We’re rocking like two bucking broncos now and cum is flying inside and outside my little buddy.

He blew like never before that day, his dick squirting three healthy dollops of liquid boy juice. My dick was spurting like a fountain too and I almost couldn’t keep my hand on his blasting cannon. Man, if you’d told me things would lead to this a few weeks back, I wouldn’t have believed you in a thousand years! But there it was, right in front of me, cute little Marquise from up the block, on my dick. Damn!!

Can’t remember how many times we did it that day but Marquise is really special to me now. More than a brother. But not that Gay shit. We not ‘lovers’ or nothing, just homies.

The end

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