Kirk stepped back, and wiped his forehead with the greasy rag, as he stared down at the engine. His eyes carefully examined it all, until he leaned around the open hood and signalled for Brent to turn it over. He bit his lower lip as he heard the starter engage, then the rumble, then finally the purr as the motor turned over and ran smoothly in a soft idle. His face broke out into a smile, as he reached up and slammed the hood down, feeling rather pleased with himself, as Brent gunned the motor a couple of times, then shut it off.
Climbing out of the driver's side, Kirk couldn't help but notice how excited his friend was, and he knew too, it was due to his luck, his knack with motors. He had known Brent for ages it seemed, from when they were little rug rats actually, playing in each other's sandboxes, and as they grew up, they never seemed to be apart, until lately.
Many used to think of them as brothers, not just from their similar looks, but at how they were always together. It was almost as if they were brothers, even when they were in High School, they were inseparable. When Brent dated a cheerleader, he dated her best friend, when he tried out for the football team, so did Brent.
Nothing kept them apart, until graduation. Then it just seemed to change, as he went to go work for his father in his construction company, and Brent just seemed to drift away. He didn't even try to follow, but they kept in touch, and now here they were, together again. The call had been a surprise, and it had given him a rather naughty feeling inside, hearing his friend's voice again. He always had those thoughts about Brent, and at times wondered if Brent didn't have them about him too.
Looking at the wide grin on his face, he felt rather aroused too. It hadn't been all that long since they had seen each other, but it seemed like ages to him. He missed their time jogging together, or hitting the bars together, though he did prefer a different type of bar, than what he thought Brent would be comfortable at.
The thought that maybe Brent had found out about him had crossed his mind. He had to admit, it would make him withdraw, but right now all he could think of was how good it was to see him again. He hadn't really changed much. Brent was still a stud, had that wild look that would drive the girls, and him, crazy. The way he would toss his hair, and stare, was a trademark of his. It had gotten him quite a few dates, that never ended with just a kiss. Least the way he told it.
Still in some ways, Brent was more of the shy type too. Together, whether it was in the locker room or down by the lake, he rarely would undress in front of him. Now he, well he wasn't bashful, he would strip in a second, and maybe that was the tip off? He usually had a semi hard dick, and maybe Brent had tweaked to the fact that it was because of him?
It wasn't like he put any moves on him either, though he wished he had. There had been times, when he could have said something, but had been too tongue tied, too nervous. Yet even all the times they had been together, he still didn't have a good clear image of what his best friend looked like naked.
Oh he had seen him without a shirt or pants on, and could tell he wasn't exactly sporting a tiny dick either. He knew he had fair sized balls, and his ass was definitely one he wouldn't mind spreading apart and exploring, but as to the exact image, well that was something he could only guess at. He had seen the odd glimpse of the bare ass, but never his dick. Hell he didn't know if he was even cut or not, and while he had the suspicion that he was uncut, it was only in his dreams that he let his mind explore that scenario.
He jumped a little, as the door slammed shut, and looked up to see his friend. God, how he would like to tell him, to let him know how much he liked him, wanted him too. Thinking of Brent that way, was making him uncomfortable, as it was giving him a rather tell tale bulge in his pants. As he looked over at his friend, he could see his blue eyes dart down, checking him out, then quickly glance away, to stare out at the surrounding trees.
'You are a lifesaver man.'
'Lucky is all'
'Yeah you always had luck with stuff mechanical, I been working on this piece of shit for a month now. You take a couple of hours, and it purrs like a kitten.'
'Wasn't that hard, you'd have gotten there soon enough.'
'I owe you bud.'
'Nah, it's cool.'
'No, serious man, I owe you, I really need to have it running, only wheels I got, and stuck out here, in the boonies, you gotta have wheels.'
'I would guess so, but it's okay, anything for a friend.'
'Come on man, you drove all the way out here, there has to be something I can do for you, I am serious man, I owe you big time. Besides, you know me, you know how I am, about this kind of stuff.'
Looking at his friend, he knew exactly what he meant. Brent was anal about keeping the account squared with people. He would go out of his way, to make sure he never owed anyone, not money, not favours even. It was the one thing, other than his yen for him, that always caused friction between them. If Brent figured he owed him, he'd make damn sure to keep harping on it, until the debt was paid off.
'No big deal, besides it was good to see you again.'
'Come on Kirk, there has to be something you want, that I can give you, or do for you.'
Maybe it was his imagination, but when he had said it, he had stared right at Kirk's crotch, and then at his own, before looking up into Kirk's face. The way his eyes looked, how he suddenly tossed his hair, just as he used to do when on the prowl, made his heart quake a bit. God, if he only had the nerve to say it, to speak the words.
'No man, it's okay.'
'Bull, we been friends a long time, ever since kindergarten, so don't give me there isn't anything, I know you Kirk, so spill it.'
He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn't. Instead he watched as his friend walked slowly over to the aged picnic table, and sat down on the top. He reached into the old cooler, one that had been to many little camp outs, little jaunts to the lake. Staring at his friend, he couldn't help but admire his looks. He still had it, even at the old age of 19, and the way the sweat made his bare chest glisten, was a total turn on for him too.
So he was a pervert, or at least a day dreamer. Brent always liked being shirtless, today being no different, and the conversation certainly had Kirk's imagination running wild. Then too, those firm nipples, the small tuft of blond hair down his chest, all made him ache inside, but he couldn't say it, as much as he wanted to.
'Well, you can give me a beer.'
Brent reached inside the cooler and tossed Kirk a cold can of beer. As he did Kirk couldn't help but notice how he was staring at him, as if he knew, and was just waiting for him to say something. No way could he know, but at this moment, the way his eyes stared at him, he was damn sure he did.
'We been friends for a long time, haven't we Kirk?'
'Huh? Yeah, you know we have.'
'So, what's the big deal then?'
'Big deal? What you blabbering about Brent.'
'Why don't you just come out and tell me what you want, you know I am gonna keep on pestering you until you do, so why waste time?'
He was playing for time, as he popped open the beer, and took a long swig of it. His eyes noticed how Brent had his legs apart, at how his basket filled the jeans just as he remembered. Yeah, he knew him, wished he knew him better too, but not in the way Brent was thinking, or was he?
Looking up at his face, he could see how his eyes were soft looking, waiting patiently for him to reply. How his bare suntanned arms rested on the table top, as he leaned back on them. It was typical Brent, to be so at ease, and yet Kirk knew he wasn't. He knew his friend, knew the signs, as well as Kirk did.
'I wanna suck you off.'
Even as he said it, he felt like the world had stopped turning on its axis. His eyes were lowered, but cast upwards over the top of the beer can. He waited, nervous, sweat beading up on his forehead, and not from the sun either. He couldn't believe he had said it like that, and as he waited, wondering if he could make it to his car before Brent got a hold of him.
The silence was killing him, as was the strange look that Brent was giving him. It wasn't like he had moved a muscle since he blurted it out, not even batted an eyelash. Everything seemed so quiet, so still, that he felt like turning and just running to his car, to escape the moment. Yet, as much as he wanted to run, he couldn't.
He felt like he was glued to the ground, as he stood there, waiting for what he knew would be nothing less than a few harsh words. It was as if he was waiting for sentence to be passed on him, for committing some crime, as the silence grew even more intolerable. Looking up at Brent, his fist tightening around the beer can, he tried to not show his fear.
'That what you really want?'
The voice was soft, no hint of anger or even disappointment in it. Just sort of matter of fact, as if it was no big deal. Kirk merely nodded as he stood there, unsure what would happen next.
'I have to do anything? Other than uh, cum?'
Brent turned slightly, as he reached for another can of beer out of the cooler. He kept his face towards Kirk, as he fumbled in the cooler for the can, then as he brought it out, he hesitated for a second, before he popped the lid open. He took a long drink of it, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
'Okay, I am ready.'
'Uh, you sure? I mean..'
'I am sure.'
It was like walking through quicksand, as he slowly moved over towards the picnic table and Brent. The way his legs sort of drew him closer, the tight full basket beckoning him closer. He could feel his sweat dripping down, and he wiped his forehead, while looking at his friend. There wasn't any expression really on his face, sort of a blank stare really, yet it wasn't menacing.
For one brief second, he thought it might be a trap, to get him closer so Brent could grab him, and wail on him, but he knew Brent, that wasn't his style. Yet as he drew closer, he could feel his heart skipping a few beats, but he wasn't sure if it was from fear, or excitement.
At last he was in arm's reach, and he could see a small little quiver in the legs, as he stared at his friend's crotch. How inviting it looked, how long he had waited to see what was behind that bulging basket. Now he would find out, as he looked up into Brent's face. He saw the eyes, a bit of a sparkle, a bit of excitement maybe? He wasn't sure, as he stood next to the table, between the spread open legs.
He sighed, as he looked up at Brent. He could feel his own body being excited, feel the press of his hard dick against the constraints of his shorts and pants. Looking down, he licked his lips as he let one hand move outwards, to undo the button. Kirk could feel the trembling of his fingers and glancing up, he saw the eyes, the way they seemed to smile, as if to reassure him.
Brent just nodded as he pushed his body a bit closer, opening his legs a tad wider. He too licked his lips, and Kirk could feel his eyes boring into his, watching him closely as the fingers moved and touched the waistband of Brent's pants. They quivered, as he felt the warm skin of Brent's belly against the knuckles.
It took him a few seconds, but he finally managed to undo the button, then unzip the pants. He was breathing hard, as he stared at the faded blue shorts, and the little bulge it showed. He licked his lips again, feeling how dry they suddenly were, as he took hold of the pants, and the shorts, then looked upwards. The eyes were still staring right at him, not moving away or anything.
He swallowed some saliva, as he glanced back down, and began to pull the pants and shorts. Brent lifted his hips up off the table, to let the clothing slide out from under him, and in no time Kirk had them down to the knees. Stepping back a bit, he then bent down, and pulled them down and over the tattered dirty runners, and then held them, sort of like a trophy.
Kirk placed them on the other side of his friend, who was now naked. His eyes moved to Brent's groin, to stare at the soft lump of flesh that dangled between the legs. His heart was racing as he realized his friend was not circumcised. He could see the foreskin drooping over the tip, hiding the cock head. It nestled on top of two rather large testes, like it was sleeping.
Stepping in closer, between the spread apart legs, he felt the warmth of the sun on his back, and at the stare from Brent. His hand moved in a jerking motion, towards the sleeping cock, that suddenly moved a bit. He saw it sort of wiggle, as his hand reached out to touch it.
He felt a strange shock run through his whole body as the finger tips touched the side of the cock. The sensation made his whole body quiver, every nerve already on edge, become even more edgy, more tingly. The muscles in his throat were constricting, and in his stomach he felt a sort of tightening, along with a gurgling sound.
Kirk glanced up, then back down. His finger tip moved lightly over the loose skin, feeling its warmth, feeling it move slightly to his touch. In a sense, he though the could feel it growing, feel it coming to life as he let his finger moved along the top of it, to touch the bristles of Brent's pubic hairs, then to move back down the side.
He felt the body stiffening, felt the blood starting to flow into the pole, as his fingers moved down and under the cock, to lift it up off the sac. The sac felt strangely hard, with a few hairs on it, but the underside of the cock felt silky smooth to his fingers.
The tips of the fingers moved over the drooping foreskin, feeling the hard head beneath it. His heart was racing now, as he felt the ache in his chest, in his whole body. His legs were stiff, every muscle in his body was rock hard, as he let his thumb and forefinger circle the top of the cock and wrap around it. Kirk felt the shiver running up from the tip, but he didn't look upwards.
Instead he began to slide his two fingers down the pole, sliding the loose foreskin back, exposing the head for the first time to his eyes. Licking his lips, he watched it poke out, as his hand pushed into Brent's soft groin. He let the rest of his hand now circle the cock shaft, and he slid it back upwards, until the foreskin covered the cock head again.
Then he pulled back, exposing it once more to his eyes. He saw how full it looked, how hot it seemed to be. The slit at the tip was sort of quivering, and there was a small little dab of liquid, as he began to stroke the pole. He heard a bit of a gurgle come from above, but he ignored it, as he let his hand move up and down, making the skin grow tighter around the pole, leaving the head more exposed.
Bending over, he leaned inwards, feeling the belly muscles tighten, as Brent sucked in his breath. He could hear it, just as he could feel his eyes boring into the top of his head. His mouth was close, and he could feel his hot breath on his fingers, that held the now trembling penis in its grip. It jerked a bit, against his hand. The color of the head was becoming deeper, more purple, as blood was rushing along the whole pole, thickening it, making it come alive to his touch.
His hand moved a bit faster, then tightened around the cock base, holding the pole up and out from the legs. It had grown, no longer shrivelled, no longer soft. It was nearly fully hard, and he was surprised at how thick it looked, though not quite as long as he had thought. Still, it looked perfect to his eyes, as he felt the tremble inside, growing.
The tip of his tongue flicked out, to quickly lick at the exposed cock head. He felt the jarring shock racing suddenly through his body, as the salty sweet taste of Brent's pre cum filled his mouth. He could also feel the same tremor rolling inside of his friend, as his tongue now licked at the whole head. He tasted it all, as he rolled the tip of his tongue around the head, tasting it all.
As his heart seemed to roar in his ears as his lungs began to struggle for air, he felt his lips touch the head, then wrap around it, tightening, as he moved his body in even closer, to where the table's bench was digging into his lower legs.
Kirk put his free hand on his friends thigh, feeling it shudder, then he moved it over, to fondle his dangling balls, his other hand holding the cock steady, while his mouth slowly moved down the fully erect cock. He breathed in deeply, smelling his friend's scent, until he could smell nothing else but that aroma. His body was shaking, as his nose pressed up into Brent's thigh, just between the leg and groin.
His hair was brushing up against the belly, and his head was beginning to move back and forth over the hard pole, when he felt the hand on his head. He could feel the fingers clutching at his hair, wrapping several strands around the each finger. As he moved inwards, he heard the moan, felt the body shaking, as his lips tightened even more over the hot shaft.
He began to pull back, but the hand was urging him to go back, and suddenly he felt his own body simply give in. He let the hand clutching his head guide him, and it pushed him in hard, then pulled back, then pushed again. Each time it pushed him in, Kirk felt the hips lifting up and pushing forward, so that the whole cock was impaled into his throat quicker, and deeper. Kirk could hear the constant moans now, as he let the hand provide the motion.
His own hands were caressing the legs, and pulling the fatty thigh flesh apart, so he could get his face in closer. He felt the motion turn into a steady rhythm that made him groan. Each time he was pushed inwards, the cock would jerk against the very back of his throat, almost making him gag. His jaw was open as wide as possible, still it hurt, as if it was being pried open by something larger than it could handle. Yet in and out it went, unheeding his pain. His chest was aching, as he struggled to breath, while the hot pole was thrust in and out of his willing mouth
The motion became faster, and he found he had both of his hands clutching at Brent's thighs. The fingers were dug deep into the soft flesh, until they were scraping the bone. His jaw ached, as the cock seemed to be flying in, like it was powered by a hydraulic piston.
He could barely make out the loud cries that were coming from Brent, as his own voice thundered in his ears. The wild beat of his hear, the rise and fall of his chest, and the muffled groans from his throat, helped to drown them out, or keep them off. Yet as he heard them, as the hand clutched at his hair tighter, he knew it was seconds away. He could feel the balls swell, then in that instant of time, as they suddenly deflated, he felt the jerk in his mouth. The hard thrust of the cock itself, as it seemed to just bounce inside his throat, then rear back.
In that instant, it was suddenly rearing forward, the head fully extended, the skin taut, and the stream was like being hit by a fire hose. The hot sticky salty liquid was filling his mouth, as the loud cries of release echoed in his ears. The sounds were a mix of his and Brent's, as the hand rammed his head into the groin, then was suddenly released, as the hips drove inwards.
The cum filled his throat, his mouth, and even seeped out of the corners of his lips, as he struggled to not gag. Swallowing quickly, several times, he managed to take most of the first load, before the second was already streaming into his mouth. It flowed out from the corners of his mouth, down his chin as he tried to swallow faster, to not let too much escape.
He was panting, as he leaned back on his haunches. His jaw still ached, as he felt his chest heave, as his eyes finally opened up to the glare of the sun, and to his friend. Kirk saw the chest was bathed in sweat, and that he was leaning as far back as he could on his arms, his head tilted backwards, looking up at the sky. His legs gave a bit of a jerk, as he looked back down at them.
Kirk could see some of the already drying cum over the inner thigh, the pubic hairs matted from sweat and coated with some of the cum. He sighed, wishing he had taken it all, knowing there had been just too much. Still, he at least knew that Brent was uncut, as he slowly regained his energy.
Standing up, he saw Brent sit back up. There wasn't much expression on his face, as he reached over to pick up the clothes. He leaned forward, as he slowly worked the jeans over his runners, leaving his shorts on the table. He jumped off the table, to zip up and button his pants, as if he had just taken a pee or something.
'I gotta go' was all he could say, feeling rather dejected. He wasn't sure why, but that maybe somehow Brent would have said something, instead of just acting like it was nothing. It was odd, but it wasn't as he had imagined, as he trudged back to his car, glancing over his shoulder now and then.
Brent was leaning on the hood of the car, watching him, but looking like nothing had just happened. It was as if those minutes when he was feeling totally connected to Brent, that it was all just a dream. In some ways he knew he was expecting too much, and yet he didn't think Brent was unhappy at his performance. Still, not even a word, was a bit disheartening.
Opening his car door, he turned to wave, and climb in, when Brent called out to him.
'Hey, I will be working on the truck in the barn this weekend, want to come by and help me get it started?'
Kirk froze, half way in to the car, as he turned to stare at Brent. There was a small smile on his face, and the way he stood there, his legs slightly apart, made him look extremely sexy.
'That piece of shit hasn't run since you got it'
'I know, but hell, you always enjoyed a challenge.'
'That's a damn site more than a challenge'
'I'd really appreciate the help Kirk.'
The smile on his face was even larger as he said it, as if he was meaning something totally different. For a second he wanted to make some smart ass remark, about it being worth lot more than a blow job, but he thought better of it, in case he was wrong.
'Come over at 9, I'll have breakfast ready.'
As he said it, Brent spread his legs further apart, and put one hand inside his pants. All Kirk could do was grin, and yell he'd be over at half past eight, to help him get breakfast ready. Brent just laughed and waved.