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Brett had been hanging out around the Varsity field to catch sight of new French student, Julian. Julian had been the fuel for his wanking fantasies for weeks now. He thought it was about time to go in for the kill otherwise he's never work up the nerve. He was surprised when Julian accepted the offer to go home with him.

Brett just managed to close the front door before Julian spun him around and pressed his mouth to Brett’s. Brett parted his lips and Julian’s tongue slide inside, doing battle with his tongue. Brett was taken by surprise by the force of Julian’s passion and pulled away.

“Whoa”, He said, and then smiled just in case he’d hurt Julian’s feelings. “We have plenty of time”.

He moved in close to feel Julian’s body heat… through Julian’s T-shirt… through Julian’s shorts. His hands wandered down Julian’s back to rest on his butt, pulling Julian in close. The bulge in Julian’s shorts could feel the bulge in Brett’s shorts pressing impassionately for ever more intimate contact. Brett started moving his hips to dry hump Julian and Julian’s hips responded in kind as their kisses got deeper and increasingly more penetrating..

Finally they broke apart, breathless.

Brett reached out and wrapped his hand around Julian’s basket. Julian glanced down and smiled shyly toward Brett as his friend played with hiss balls through the fabric of his tight shorts. Julian closed his eyes to experience the sensation fully while Brett was thinking, “Oh God! I love these balls. Please be low hangers! Please be low hangers!! There’s nothing as hot as low hanging balls. God could not be so cruel as to create balls that feel so cool and not have them be low hangers”.

Brett had to take a big swallow as he imagined his mouth wrapping about those balls and the swallow brought him back to reality. Plenty of time to find out the truth.

“The shower’s this way”, Brett indicate. He walked to the stairs slightly in front with his hand gently brushing Julian’s shorts every step.

“Guests first”. He indicated the way up the stairs.

He was thinking - I’m such a perve… because really I’m hoping to see that trim, tight bubble butt go up the stairs.

As Julian ascended Brett could honestly say the view was worth being in the rearguard. Julian paused at the top to turn. This would have been disappointing if not for the obvious tent pole in his shorts. Brett begin to salivate thinking of what he could do with that if it were in his mouth.

- Stop! Brett thought, mentally bitch slapping himself.I don’t need to be daydreaming. I’ll be doing shortly.

“The shower’s in here”, He said opening the door. But as Julian brushed by He was thinking – at last I’ll see this boy naked. Three weeks I’ve been going down to the playing fields in my skimpiest shorts trying to act cool and come to Julian’s attention. Three weeks I’ve been watching hiss penis cross from side to side in hiss shorts as he was running, dreaming about touching it, wanting it, wanting its jet of sperm to splatter across my face, or into my mouth, or, dare I hope, deep into my butt.

Brett even remembered one day when he was watching and had an embarrassing “accident” in his shorts. He had to rush home before anyone noticed the damp spot on his shorts. God, Brett bet all the spectators could see his erection that day.

Brett said, “You seem to be over-dressed. Here, let me help you”.

Together they got Julian out of his T-shirt. Brett notice Julian’s underarm hair.

Bad sign, Brett thought. Still, nothing to be done about it yet. Let’s wait until I see how Julian react when he sees me.

Brett rubbed his hand over Julian’s chest, paying special attention to Julian’s perky nipples. He rolled them between finger and thumb. Then he leant over to lick around one and, putting his lips over it, begin to gently suck. Julian gasped and then stroked the top of Brett’s head. When they have had enough Brett rises for air.

Next are Julian’s shorts.

Brett gets on his knees and pulls them straight down to reveal Julian is wearing a jock strap and sporting an erection that is just bursting to be released from its cotton prison. Lucky cotton. Brett rubs his face against the cotton, against the length of Julian’s shaft. His cheeks can feel its hardness. Brett can imagine its desire to dominate, to penetrate. His heart is full with the idea that it is him. It’s Brett it wants to dominate, Brett it wants to penetrate. Not for the first time a cock and Brett are thinking along the same lines.

Julian places his thumbs into the elastic waistband,

“Wait!”, Brett commands.

One of the pleasures of a jockstrap is that it has a naked behind. Brett scoots around back.

“What are you doing?” Julian asks.

“Just checking things out”, Brett replies and kisses each taut butt cheek. Brett spreads Julian’s crack and takes a moment to admire Julian’s puckered hole. It looks so good Brett can’t stop myself. He plunges in face first and immediately his tongue is twirling around that sphincter. As it loosens Brett plunges his tongue in, trying to push in as far as he can. He hear Julian gasp and then moan. Brett gives a few twirls and imagines Julian is pinching each nipple with a face buried in his arse.

When Brett removes himself to find that he was wrong. From the angle it looks like Julian’s hand is cupping his balls through the fabric of his jock strap. Probably with Julian’s erection resting on his wrist, Brett thought. No, that’s silly. Julian’s erection is probably trying to burst its way through his elastic waistband. Well, I’ll find out soon enough. I have a few things to check out back here, first.

Brett moistened a finger and, with one hand spreading an ass cheek he circled Julian’s sphincter and then pushed the finger inside. It slides in easily, right to the hilt. Well, Brett thought, that’s a relief. Not a virgin. The first finger is followed by another and then another. Brett moves back and forth, in and out, gently opening Julian up. Julian is breathing heavily and has even stopped playing with himself.

Brett takes all three fingers out of Julian’s relaxed hole. As a parting gesture he kisses it again, slipping in a little tongue. As he stands Brett runs his hands up Julian’s body He turned Julian around. Julian’s is completely willing. He stares at Brett glassy eyed with longing.

“Fuck me” Julian plead.

“Not yet” Brett replied. He feel very hard hearted because he really did want to fuck Julian just at this moment but… one of us has to show some self-control, he thought. Brett wanted to make this last. If he fucked Julian, Brett wanted it to be the best fuck of Julian’s LIFE, and he was sure he could make Julian even hornier, even more willing than he was at this moment.

Brett was right, Julian’s dick WAS trying to escape over Julian’s waistband. Brett pulled the elastic out and the jockstrap down. Julian’s penis and balls broke free. His penis bounced against his stomach a couple of times, making a slapping sound that Brett found very sexy. Julian’s danglers were everything Brett dreamt on. The only disappointment was Julian’s pubic hair. Thick, black and bushy.

That has to go, Brett decided. I’ve probably got Julian in the mood to do it if I suggest it. All I need do is make Julian think it’s his idea. But first, let’s see if I really can push Julian further than I already have.

Brett get down on his knees and grabbed Julian’s tumescent shaft. He rubbed it back and forth on one cheek and then the other. He stopped only to grab Julian’s balls and pull them gently down until they were at full stretch. This had the effect of pulling Julian’s dick down until Julian’s glans was right in front of Brett’s mouth.

Brett blew on it, aiming for the moistening slit. He licked it and then took it into his mouth. He could feel its size. He can even feel how hard the shaft of Julian’s penis had become. Julian even might have moaned out loud. Brett don’t know. He was too in the moment.

Brett let Julian’s glans out so it could feel a brief touch of the colder air and then Brett tried to get the entire length of Julian’s cock down his throat while still pulling on Julian’s balls. He only get halfway.

Brett thought - that’s a decent start.

He came back along the shaft until he could feel the corona of Julian’s glans and then he slide forward again. Brett was worshipping Julian’s cock. Brett took it all. He pulled back slowly, experiencing every millimetre of Julian’s hard on.

He released Julian’s glans from his mouth with a pop.

When Brett looked up he realised he’d done the right thing. This is only a tease in preparation for the main event and Julian already looked like he was ready to pop.

Too soon, Brett thought. Don’t want it to happen too soon.

Brett run his fingers through Julian’s pubic hair and, with the other hand grasping Julian’s penis beneath the glans rolled Julian’s foreskin over the head and back again, repeating this gently with a stroking motion.

Brett grinned up at Julian as he continued to stroke Julian’s love prong.

“Now I’m the one feeling over-dressed”.

Brett stood up and Julian eagerly helped take his T-shirt off. Brett was hoping Julian noticed his shaved underarms but Julian said not a word. Never mind. Soon the true state of affairs will be revealed.

Julian kissed Brett as his hands wandered down Brett’s naked chest, over the top of his shorts and began to massage his balls. Julian fell to his knees and snapped Brett’s shorts down. Julian wore wearing a jockstrap. Brett was wearing the sexiest, skimpiest posing pouch he own. It’s pretty obvious what the situation was but Julian didn’t seem to notice. He was more fascinated by the size of Brett’s bulge. Julian scurry around to Brett’s back and pulled the string that ran through his butt crack so Julian could start finger that hot hole. It felt good to Brett. Really good. But Julian’s desire to find out the truth behind the bulge brought Julian to the fore. Julian pulled Brett’s posing pouch down and it dropped to the ground.

Julian stared at the limp, uncut cock with the foreskin stretching out beyond Brett’s knob. Then it struck him. Brett had no pubic hair. A trembling hand reached out to touch, pulls away. Then the hand took the hairless penis while Julian’s lips go into to touch Brett’s pubis. To kiss and lick its smoothness.

“Do you like that?”, Brett asked.

Julian was almost speechless. This time Julian’s hand does glide across the silky skin of the slowly ascending penis.

“Yes”, Julian said and gulped.

“You can shave there to, Julian know”, Brett said. “We can do it now, before our shower. I’ll do it for you. All the stuff you need is here. You’ll love it”.

“I don’t know…” Julian began. He was hesitant.

“If you don’t like it, it’ll grow back. Trust me. Here. Stand up”.

Julian stood up.

“I’ll give you a trim and then we’ll shave you”.

Brett grabbed scissors, some liquid soap, and a razor from the cabinet.

He get on his knees and began trimming away at Julian’s bush but Julian’s erection kept getting in the way. Finally Brett stuck Julian’s knob in his mouth. He was close enough to see what he was doing and Julian’s cock wasn’t in the way anymore.

Next Brett soaped Julian’s pubis and balls. He could see Julian was trepidatious. No-one likes a razor near their dick – especially when someone else is holding the razor.

“You’ll be fine” Brett said and begin scrapping away that hideous pubic hair to reveal the beauty underneath. Everyone should be shaved. It feels so much better. More sensuous. More real.

Brett start soaping up Julian’s legs and Julian’s butt once the offending area had been cleansed of its scummy hair.

“What are you doing?, Julian ask.

“Giving you the complete treatment”, and Brett start shaving Julian’s legs.

“No”, Julian cried.

“Stop being a wuss”, Brett said. “Swimmers do it. You’ll be fine. If you don’t like it, it’ll grow back. I told you. For now, just feel a completely new sensation. Fortunately, you’re not very hairy”.

Brett very carefully shaved Julian’s butt crack. When he’d finished in there Brett slid his hand around so Julian can feel how smooth it is.

“And now”, Brett announce with a showman-like presentation, “It’s time to see if either one on us is full of shit”.

Being polite Julian said, “I beg your pardon”.

“I’m gonna give you an enema and you’ll give me one”.

Brett take out a bulb from the cabinet which was a long tube running from the top. He displayed it like a magic trick.

“Voila”

He took a quick peek to make sure the toilet seat was down. Don’t want the guest to get stuck in an uncompromising position. Brett sterilised the tube and let warm water splash into the sink. He filled the bulb with water.

“I’ll squirt two lots up your arse. Try to keep the first one inside and then go take a dump in the dunny”.

“Eh”, Julian queried. Brett needed to remember his guest was not up to speed with NZ slang.

“Take a shit in the toilet”.

“Oh”.

Brett made Julian turn around so that beautiful butt was in his face. He poked a finger into Julian’s arse to loosen him up again so he could insert the tube. In it goes and Brett squeezed the bulb; the water shot up Julian’s bum. Julian smiled and said, “This is kinda fun”.

Out comes the tube and Brett filedl the bulb again. The tube went into the rectum and Brett squeezed again. Julian hop impatiently this time and, as soon as the tube came out he raced to the toilet and there is a whoosh. Julian wipe his bum and flushed.

“Now I get my revenge“, Julian said with glee.

“Just a sec”. Brett fended Julian off and repeated the sterilisation process.

He offered the enema bulb to Julian as if this was a sacred object.

Julian filled the bulb with water and had Brett turn around. He fingered Brett’s hole for so long Brett thought Julian might have forgotten what they were doing. No. There it goes. Brett felt the water flooding into his bowel. The tube came out. Brett whiled away the time thinking about Julian’s cock sliding into him. The tube returned like a loyal friend and soon Brett was feeling full… very full… so full Brett really need to take a shit now!

As he was wiping himself Julian was on the floor laughing.

“You never ran that fast on the field”, Julian observed. Well, Brett never claimed to be an athlete, just a horny teen cruising.

Julian’s cock was at half mast as Brett turn on the shower water.

“Time to clean up”, Brett said.

Brett got Julian to step into the shower first and then he stepped in behind. He had become semi-hard as well. Brett pull himself in tight behind Julian and begin stroking down Julian’s body and gliding over Julian’s now smooth pubis. Julian’s penis responded and Brett’s penis responded to Julian’s penis, almost as if they’re in synch.

As Brett’s hands rub Julian’s body Brett got the idea of riding Julian’s butt crack. The only trouble is when Brett got this hard his cock stands out straight. When Brett edged in… well, he must have loosened Julian up more than he thought because his glans disappeared into Julian’s eager hole. Julian became a naughty boy because he took advantage of this mistake. He moved his hips so that another two inches slipped inside.

He was thinking that Brett would wait for him to get used to the erection inside Julian and slip the rest of his cock in.

In reality Brett was thinking – Oh God, Oh God. Don’t move or I’ll cum. I’ve got to think of something revolting. I know. Donald trump, Donald trump, Donald Trump, DONAld TRUmp, DONALd TRUMp, DONALD TRUMP. Yeah, that’s working. Slut! He nearly made me the kind of lover with a hair trigger penis.

Brett slid his dick almost all the way out. To his surprise the foreskin still covered the glans.

I’ll teach you, he thought.

Brett slowly slid his foreskin back. Brett knew Julian’s arse can feel the naked head. Then Brett stabbed Julian with his dick so the glans is back inside you him. Brett slowly pulled his hardon out so Julian can feel the mushroom edges of Brett’s glans open his hole and then close around the tip before Brett pushed in again. Brett teased Julian like this for 5… Brett didn’t know 10… 20… gentle thrusts.

I’m teasing Julian with the power of my manhood, he thought. He was also thinking – if I replace my knob with my thumb will he notice?

Brett needed a shower too so he got around into the water his my foreskin rolled back to cover his glans. Julian turn Brett side on to the water and, taking his face in his hands, started kissing. Julian’s hands traced circles around Brett’s erect nipples, brushed his abs, and finally encircled his penis. Julian pulled Brett’s foreskin back

Still kissing Brett, Julian placed hiss cock so that their two piss slits are kissing. Then Julian rolled his foreskin over both their knobs and rolled Brett’s foreskin over all this. Julian begin wanking them.

This must be a French thing, Brett thought. But it’s so fucking hot.

Brett can felt myself quiver with excitement.

Suddenly there is a warm liquid under all this skin.

One of us has cum, Brett thought. And it’s not me.

Julian broke their kiss to whisper in Brett’s ear, “Don’t worry. It’s pre-cum. You’ll see. This will be marvellous”.

And he was right. He keeps leaking pre-cum and it lubricated the wanking. All the parts of the machine are gliding frictionlessly over each other and creating just the right erotic sensations. Brett could do this forever, bro!!!

Before Brett lost control completely he pulled away. Their cocks bounced against each other in a mock sword fight.

“Time to dry off and then… LET THE FUN BEGIN!!!!!!”

Brett get the towels out of the cupboard and started drying himself. He pulled on a pair of jeans and began to towel Julian dry. He have fun with Julian’s genitals and the gap between Julian’s legs because… well, they just looked so cute at the moment and Brett couldn’t stop himself from touching Julian.

Julian went to pick up his jockstrap but Brett stepped on it.

“Uh uh”, Brett say. “I like you just the way you are”.

“But you’re wearing pants”.

“I’m the host. I want you to feel comfortable in my house. It want you to explore your new freedom”.

Brett lightly touched Julian’s nipples which sprung to attention like good soldiers. His hand travelled up Julian’s smooth thigh until Brett clutched his smooth balls.

“You wouldn’t want to miss anything would you?”

Julian can only nod his head in agreement because, at the moment, his balls are about ready to explode.

“Let’s go downstairs and dance?”, Brett suggested.

Brett took a swot at Julian’s backside to send him on his way.

At the bottom of the stairs Brett turned to the CD player.

Now Brett had a problem. Brett needed some French music to put his lover at his ease and something to get him to shake his booty. What will Brett play?