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Subject: Edge of Seventeen – Part 2 My stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. If you like this story, check out my Patreon! Lots more content there: eon/jayspearstories The Nifty Archive has been a fantastic resource to all of us! Please consider supporting them with a donation: fty/. Edge of Seventeen – Part 2 By Jay Spear Sadly, I didn’t see Brad for a week after that. I was dying to see him the next morning. To catch his smile, to somehow follow up on last night’s connection–make sure he remembered it. Meant it. Knew I was still thinking about it. But he stayed in bed most of the morning. He never came downstairs, and Jason and I were out by 10:00 to go play frisbee with the rest of our group. I played like shit. I had other things on my mind. *** I went back to Jason’s house mid-week. We had a physics test the next day. We studied until about nine, when our brains were totally fried, and we decided to give up. Jason dove into video games. I went upstairs to see if there was any leftover pizza. “Oh, hey.” Brad said to me when I came up the stairs. I was surprised but delighted to see him. I had been thinking about him all week. About our kiss. I smiled. “Hey. Didn’t realize you were here. Jason and I were studying.” Brad cocked his head toward the basement and raised an eyebrow. Loud gunshot sounds emananted from the basement. “Well, we *were* studying. Physics. Now we’re fried. We gave up. I came up for some pizza.” “Oh, I thought you guys were done with it.” He looked sheepish. “The pizza’s gone?” “Yeah, there were just a couple slices. I finished them. Long day at the office. Couldn’t be bothered to cook.” “Oh, I get it. Bummer about the pizza though.” “Sorry, Corey. Didn’t mean to leave you hanging. Wait a sec.” He opened up the fridge and rummaged around. “How about a grilled cheese? I can make you one. If, you know, you’re still hungry.” “Yeah, I’m still hungry. But I thought you said you can’t be bothered to cook.” “I ate your pizza. I’m happy to do it for you. And maybe I’ll have one as well. I’m still hungry myself.” “Yeah, OK.” I didn’t care so much about the sandwich, but I was eager to have a moment with Brad. “Think Jason wants one too?” “No, he said he wasn’t hungry. I was going to polish off the leftovers by myself.” “OK, just the two of us then.” “Yeah, just us.” The semantics of the words were innocuous, but for me they hung heavy in the air. Last time it was just the two of us, we had kissed. I still wanted to. Did he? Brad grabbed the bag of bread and rummanged around in the fridge for cheese. I sat at the kitchen table and watched as he heated a pan, buttered the bread, and cooked up the grilled cheeses. “These only take a minute.” “Take your time,” I told him. “I’m just watching.” A T-shirt stretched across his strong shoulders and hung loose where his wide back tapered down to his fit waist. Gray sweatpants covered his legs. It was a super relaxed look that he must have slipped into after coming home from his high powered job. I know he wore a suit every day, but now he was casual and relaxed. “Done!” he proclaimed, setting a plate in front of me. He set a second plate down and took a place across from me at the table. “Thanks.” I picked up the sandwich and took a bite. “It’s good. Really good.” “Hits the spot?” he asked. “Yeah. I already had some pizza, but it’s like I’ve been hungry for days.” “I think I have too.” There. Some recognition. I had meant my words literally–they just tumbled out of my mouth. But maybe subconsciously I wanted to communicate to him about our kiss. To see how he felt about after pushing me away that night. He was still hungry too. He said it. And there was no way he was talking about grilled cheese. I pushed my leg out until my foot found his. I let it touch. He moved his toward me, against me. We sat there, silently chewing–smiling goofy grins in between bites–as our feet and ankles pressed together, signaling that away from the stars and the wine, even now in the cool light of the kitchen–there was still something between us. “Why are you guys smiling like that?” Jason’s voice caught us by surprise and our feet snapped back to their own positions. We had been seen focused on each other we hadn’t heard him come up the stairs. “We’re just grinning at a funny joke, son,” “What’s the joke it? Share it.” “I don’t think so. This one’s just for Corey and me.” He winked. *** I was back at Jason’s that weekend. He and I were splashing around in the pool Saturday afternoon, just relaxing, when Brad came outside. “Oh hey, Dad.” “Hi, boys.” He turned to Jason. “You didn’t get the lawn moved this week. So I’m going ataşehir escort to do it now. And dock your allowance $25.” “Dad!” “You had your chance.” Brad walked over to the shed and pulled out the lawn mower. “Seems fair, actually,” I said to Jason. “If it was something you were supposed to do.” “Whose side are you on?” “No one’s. Just making a statement.” Jason rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll be the same kind of dick of a father someday.” “Goals, man,” I told him with a grin. He groaned and splashed me. I splashed back. We splashed and wrestled around in the pool for the next 10 minutes before Jason announced he was drying off and going in to play video games. “You coming?” he asked. “Nah. I think I’m going to stay out here for a bit. Get a little sun on this pale bod.” “Suit yourself.” He hauled himself out of the water. “Don’t get burned.” He went inside. With my eyes down low at pool height, I was able to subtly check out Brad’s work on the lawn. It was sunny and he had stripped off his shirt, letting the sun bronze his chest and back. Such a nice torso, he had some really good muscle for a middle aged dad. He was not cut or ripped–he just looked strong and solid. A light dusting of chest hair between his pecs dropped down to mark a path to his belly button. His pecs curved up and out, showing off a pair of dark nipples. I got out of the pool, toweled myself off, and took a place in the sun on one of the chaise lounges. Yes, I was sunning myself, but my mirrored sunglasses let me also keep watch on the yard. On Brad. He seemed to be glancing over as well. Subtly at first, and then it grew more obvious. He’d turn around to begin a new row and he looked to see if I was still there, still watching. I sat up with some sunscreen and made a show of rubbing it into my chest and belly. I went slow and kept an eye on Brad, who–could he? Yes, maybe. Maybe he even nodded at me. I stood up and worked the lotion into my thighs, bending down to reach my calves, my ankles and feet. I was protecting my skin, yes, but we both knew that I was putting on a show. For him. Eventually, I was fully oiled up and unsure what to do next. How I could connect with him. I sat in the sun and watched, taking small sips of lemonade. Swat ran down my back. Of course! It was hot. I could bring him some lemonade too. I went inside for another glass and some ice. By the time I came back out, Brad had cut the engine. “Oh hi,” he said. “Wasn’t sure if you had gone in for good.” “No. It’s super hot today. I just thought you might like some lemonade.” I handed him the glass. “Thanks,” he said, taking a sip. “You looked hot.” “Yeah, the lemonade hits the spot.” “Still do.” He paused and then let a small grin spread across his face. “Yeah? Then I’d better drink some more.” He took sip. “Cool things down.” He paused and looked at me. “And you? Don’t you get too hot laying out in the sun like that?” “I like it,” I shrugged. “Feels good. Warm sun on my body, nice day, beautiful yard. If I want to cool off, I can just take another dip in the pool. Or cool off with a drink.” I brought the lemonade up to my chest and stroked it with the cool glass. Brad raised an eyebrow. “See?” I said, pushing my hand over to him and letting the cool glass press up against his chest. “Careful,” he laughed. “You’ll get them hard.” “Get what hard?” He brought the glass to his dark nipples and stroked them with the condensation-laden glass. They tightened and hardened up, tiny little goosebumps pushing them out. They looked so good. I felt like a baby who wanted only to get his mouth on them and suck. “Wow….” was all I could manage. “Same for yours?” he asked, bringing his glass over to my chest. “Ooooh!” I jumped when the cold glass hit my nipple. Now my flat pink nipple became hard and tight, pointing right at him. I wondered what would it feel like if we pushed our chests together, if we had our hard nipples rubbing up and tweaking against each other. “Yeah, look at that,” I responded. “Me too. Got both of us hard.” I giggled. He laughed too, but pulled away. “Anyway, thanks for the lemonade. I should get back to this.” “OK,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed. “Really hit the spot, though. You knew just what I needed.” “Anytime.” *** I was back at Jason’s on Saturday night. Another sleepover. My parents never cared. “We’ve got the place to ourselves!” Jason announced. He was elated and I tried to hide my disappointment. “Dad has a date. He opened the fridge and pulled out two beers, handing one to me. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” I agreed. “Go get two warm ones from the garage to replace these. Don’t want it to be obvious.” Through the evening avcılar escort of video games and a lot of bro chat we repeated this move about three times. I had a pretty good buzz going. “You fucked any pussy yet?” Jason asked. “Nah,” I said, taking another sip. “I fucked Jenny after the game last night. Drove her out to the creek and put the seats down.” “Nice, man.” “You gotta try it. She’s only the second girl I’ve fucked, but *damn* it was good. She really got into it.” “Like how? “I was rubbing it and stoking her for a good while, which got her really wet. Frankly, though, I wasn’t sure if that was gonna be as far as I would get. She always plays the good girl, you know?” “Yeah.” “But she was really wet and I was good and hard, so I lined it up at the folds of her pussy and moved it back and forth. You know, just on top. But then she grabbed it, man, and just pushed it right inside of her.” “No condom?” “No. She told me after that she’s on the pill. Which is good, because I wasn’t thinking about that, and I don’t need any child support.” “You came inside her?” “Yeah, pretty fast. It was so tight and warm in there, and she was pushing up against me almost as if she wanted it even more than I did. Got me worked up pretty fast and then I shot a couple of rounds into her before I could really think about it.” “So hot, dude.” I took a sip of my beer. “I bet she’d fuck you too. You know, if you want to try it. In class and everything she’s plays the good girl, but clearly she really likes dick. And you’re better looking than me; I’m sure she’d do you. Let you punch your pussy card.” “Maybe, bro.” “Not interested?” “Nah.” “In Jenny, or in pussy?” “Ah, maybe neither I guess.” The beer took away my normal caution. And why lie to my best friend? “Are you back onto guys then?” “Yeah, I think so.” Jason knew I had fooled around with some guys too and I had kinda liked it. “No worries. That’s cool.” “So are you fucking some guys?” I shook my head. “Or getting fucked?” I laughed. “Neither.” “Damn, that’s too bad. Feels good to have sex. After years of just jacking off alone.” “I’m sure.” “You can suck mine, if you want. If it will help.” I looked over at him. He was serious. “Thanks, man. I appreciate the thought but I’ll pass.” “Suit yourself. But damn…that’s cold, bro. When you’d rather do it with your right hand instead of your right-hand man. Makes me feel like an ugly piece of shit.” “You are an ugly piece of shit,” I told him. And we both laughed and clinked our bottles together. *** I bumped into Brad as I was coming back into the house from the garage, where the recycling bins where. “Oh hi!” I said surprised. “I didn’t know you were back.” It wasn’t even 10:00. Must not have been a very wild date. “Yeah, about 15 minutes now. It’s so quiet in here. I didn’t hear the sound of video games or anything. I figured you guys were out.” “No, we were just hanging out. Talking.” He leaned in, bringing his body very close to mine. Was he going to kiss me? His voice was serious. “Drinking?” “Uh….yes, sir. A little?” I didn’t want to lie to him. “I can smell it on your breath.” “Sorry, Mr. P.” “It’s OK, Corey. If you boys are going to drink, I’d rather you do it here.” He was still very close, just inches away. “Seriously, you boys were quiet as mice earlier. No video game sound or anything, It’s not like you. Were you jacking off down there or something? It would be OK if you were, you know. Make sense. A guy your own age. A little pent up, maybe.” “No. I mean, yeah, I’m kinda pent up. And we *were* talking about sex–how did you know?–but we weren’t doing anything about it.” “How did I know? I was a teenage boy once. There’s little else to talk about.” “Well it was just talk. I mean, Jason said I could suck him if I wanted, but I said No.” “No?” “It’s not what I want.” He gave me a look. “Sometimes we can’t have what we want.” My hairs stood on end. “But it doesn’t stop us thinking about it.” We were still close enough to touch. Would he reach out? Should I? “No, it doesn’t. Definitely doesn’t.” He took a step back. My heart fell. “Hey, why don’t you get me a beer too. My date tonight was shit. Speaking of jacking off…I’m gonna have to do it myself at this rate.” He chuckled and I laughed too. “Why, what happened on your date?” “Nothing happened. Couldn’t really get into it.” “Why is that?” “I dunno. Just distracted, I guess.” He took a sip of his beer. “It’s fine. I’ll work one out later.” I nodded. Jason called out something from the basement. “I gotta go, I guess.” He nodded. “OK. See you later.” “Later.” *** Within an hour we were all winding down for bed. avrupa yakası escort Jason and I brushed our teeth in the hallway bathroom. “You played like shit tonight,” he told me, spitting toothpaste into the sink. “Maybe it’s the beer.” “Huh. Just makes me play better.” “You play better because you’re on it like 20 hours a day.” “Here,” he said, tossing me a hand towel. “Wipe your face. Looks like you’ve been sucking cock.” I looked in the mirror. A trail of white toothpaste ran down the corner of my mouth to my chin. I laughed. “And I know it ain’t mine,” he added. I laughed even harder and wiped up the spot. “Anyway, see you in the morning.” “Goodnight, asshole.” “Goodnight, dipshit.” I left Jason and walked down the hall to the guest bedroom. I got into bed and lay there as the house fell quiet. I put my hand down my boxers and touched my still-hard cock. I gave it a squeeze and thought about jacking off. If did, would they hear me? But would it even matter in a house full of guys, all of us a bit frustrated at not getting off tonight? I stroked a little and then stopped, listening carefully and wondering how obvious the sound might be in the dark, silent house. It was mostly quiet, but I could make out a rhythmic sound from another room. It started and then stopped, almost as if in reply. I jacked again and then stopped to listen. Same thing. My breath came quickly now. The guest room was closer to Brad’s room than it was to Jason’s. I stood up and walked slowly, stealthily, to the hallway. I poked my head out and listened for the direction of the sound. Couldn’t be sure. Gingerly, I stepped out into the hall. I took a few steps. Everything was dark, but I made my way down the hall. I stopped at his door. Brad’s door. It was open. Not all the way, maybe like 6 inches. But it was enough to see Brad’s shadowy figure in the bed, to make out the movement of his hand sliding up and down his cock. An open door. Was it an invitation? I didn’t know. But I had to find out. I put my hand up and pushed it open a bit more, the old door creaking as I moved it. Brad stopped moving. He froze completely. Then I heard him whisper, “No.” OK. I dared not go further. But did he want me to go back to my room? He would tell me, right? I peered through the darkness for guidance and saw him begin to stroke again. Slowly, steadily. It was hot that he was casually pulling at himself in the darkness, no rush at all. I reached down and squeezed my own hard cock. I don’t know whether he could really see me. It was dark and shadowy. But he seemed to grunt in approval. I pushed my boxers down my hips and took my cock into my hand. I tugged on my balls with my left hand while my right stroked up and down my shaft. God, it had been so hard most of the night–first thinking about Brad, then running into him downstairs. It felt good to have it in my hand now, to give it this attention, to stroke it openly. And to do it all where Brad could see and hear. I heard him spit into his hand and then the room filled with wet jacking sounds. I slicked up my own tool and added to the noise. It was like we were part of some obscene symphony, each of taking turns soloing, then joining up in unison. We varied the speed and intensity. Crescendoed and then played soft little passages before building up again. Little grunts and moans punctuated our rhythms. I stood at the door as he lay in the bed, the two of us facing each other. We could not see detail, so everything had to be implied, each of us communicating with sound, each inferring the other’s actions from the shadowy motions we could barely make out in the darkness. I wanted him so bad. Even though I couldn’t see. Because I couldn’t see. I wanted to use every other sense to experience him: smell, touch, taste. I could hear sounds from his cock, and what did his crotch smell like? Were his balls smooth or hairy? What would I taste if I could lick the pre-cum from his piss slit? Things were building up now. Fast, furious fisting of our cocks. Unison. We pushed hard and jacked fast. Wet smacking sounds ringing out in the night. Ragged breathing, barely muffled grunts. And then…and then he moaned. A long, low, loud moan. And I knew he was coming. I could smell the bleachy, salty cum smell in the air. I let loose with my own flood, jets spraying out across the half open door. I pushed hard at the base of my balls. I wanted to get every last bit out. We remained there for a few minutes, neither of us moving as our ragged breathing slowly got more regular and my flushed, hot skin cooled back down. We were both spent. This is the time when you cuddle. When you press up against someone and fall asleep in a pile of sticky cum. But we both knew that couldn’t happen. Not now. Not here. We had pushed things pretty far already, and it was unclear what could happen next, if anything. I pulled my boxers back up. Sadly, I turned to head back to my room. “Good night,” Brad whispered. “Good night,” I whispered back. I crawled into my bed and fell asleep immediately. I wondered what my dreams would bring.

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