Lane and Bentley

Lane woke in the middle of the night to moaning and the sound of skin smacking skin. The noise was coming from the other side of the room. Lane sleepily said, “Bentley will you stop jacking off and go the fuck to sleep.”

Bentley said, “You’re just jealous because I’ve got a bigger dick.”

Lane chuckled slightly, “Shouldn’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched.”

“Why don’t you put your money, where your mouth is?” Bentley asked.

“I don’t want you to start bawling, when I beat you.” Lane replied.

“Show up,” Bentley said in serious tone, “Or Shut up.”

Lane started playing with his crotch. His stiffening cock soon begged for attention. Soon thereafter Lane’s boxers tented with an obvious bugle. He asked, “What do I get if I win?”

Bentley answered, “If you win I’ll suck you off. If I win you suck me off. Sound like a deal?”

“Sounds like a good deal to me.” Lane answered after a moment of contemplation.

Bentley asked, “You ready to lose?”

Lane answered, “I’m ready to win.”

Bentley got up and switched the light on, his boner swaying uncomfortably with each step. The lights flicked on, faltering for a moment before coming on completely. Lane looked up, and saw Bentley standing by the door completely nude. Lane smiled, knowing that he shouldn’t thoughts of this, but what he saw was better than he had expected, Bentley all 5 foot 8 inches of him, with brown hair on his head.

Lane rose from his bed slowly. He stood up, and hesitantly grabbed his underwear. He yanked them down. His cock, all 7 inches of it, bounced out of his underpants and stood straight up. Bentley smiled, as he walked closer to Lane. He placed his cock beside Lane’s. Bentley pushed his cock, clear up to its hilt. His hilt was resting on the head of Lane’s cock. Bentley was just a small portion short from touching Lane’s hilt. Lane smiled.

Lane said, “Looks like we’re pretty close.”

With that being said, Lane reached down and took both his and Bentley’s cocks in his hand and stroked them. Bentley loved the feeling of someone else touching his cock. Lane was the first person to ever touch his teenage cock.

Bentley went to get on his knees. Lane said, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Bentley said sadly, “A deal is a deal. You would’ve honored the deal if it, were the other way around, wouldn’t you have?”

“Yes,” Lane answered, “But you don’t have to suck me off if you don’t want.”

Bentley grimaced and asked, “You won’t tell anyone if I do, will you?”

“NO,” Lane said sincerely, “Don’t want to ruin your reputation.”

Bentley placed the head of Lane’s cock in his mouth. Lane gasped a little, being it was his first head job. Bentley tried taking all of Lane’s cock into his mouth but only got half of it in because he was gagging on it. Lane threw his head back, moaning slightly.

He mumbled, “Damn B, you’re good at this.”

Bentley pulled off and said, “I bet you’d do better.”

Lane laughed, “That is for me to know and for you to find out.”

Bentley asked, “Was that an offer?”

Lane said, “Yeah, it was. I think it’d only be fair.”

Bentley was awe struck, when Lane asked if he wanted to 69. He said yes, of course, not wanting to turn down his first head job.

They both lied on the floor, Lane put Bentley’s dick in his mouth. He licked around the tip then around the small portion of shaft. Bentley moaned, his sound muffled by Lane’s cock.

Lane felt Bentley’s cock get really firm. Then Bentley started tensing up. Bentley came in Lane’s mouth, shooting a large series of shots. Lane counted, 7, 8, then the spasms subsided. Lane hesitantly swallowed half of Bentley’s cum.

Lane waited a little while longer then gave in to the feelings of pleasure he came in Bentley’s mouth. He shot 8 ropes of thick creamy cum in Bentley’s mouth. Bentley swallowed most of Lane’s load then pulled off of Lane’s cock.

They both sat up, looked each other in the eye, they had almost identical eyes. Lane was always taken back by how similar they looked in appearance. Lane could somewhat read Bentley’s mind. Bentley was thinking, kiss, kiss, kiss. Lane obliged. He bent forward, and locked lips with Bentley. Bentley followed Lane’s lead and didn’t fight off Lane’s tongue. They made out for a few minutes, crawled back into their beds.

Lane said, “That was great.”

Bentley replied excitedly, “That was amazing.”
The boys rolled over and fell asleep.

The next morning…

The boys woke with vivid memories of the night before. When they looked each other in the eye though, they instantly remembered everything. Bentley couldn’t help but look down at Lane’s crotch and Lane the same. Both boys blushed, then dressed and headed for the kitchen to eat their breakfasts.

They headed back up stairs to change into their church clothes. The awkwardness was so thick it could’ve been cut with a knife. They got dressed in their Sunday best, and got in the car. On the way to church they made small conversation without looking at each other. Things changed when they arrived in the church parking lot. The boys got out and walked to the church with their thoughts elsewhere.

The boys walked into the bathroom and Lane said in a whisper, “Just pretend nothing ever, happened if we can pull it off. We’ll do it again tonight.”

Bentley nodded in agreement, hoping more than anything that they’d be able to do the same thing again. Church services were over at twelve. They had managed to look each other only in the face, and speak to one another without blushing. When they got back in the car, things were normal as always. They were both tired from the service. Which was completely normal, even among the seniors who had been going to church for most of their lives.

The pastor, a young man who had brilliant blue eyes, and short, well kept, brown hair was boring enough to put even the most energetic people to sleep.

When they got home they went to change into their clothes as they waited for lunch and the traditional class of red wine to enjoy while they ate. It was a family tradition that ran back to the days when Christ himself was alive.

They changed into their clothes and headed back down stairs. They sat in their normal spots at the sides of the table. Things were normal.

After lunch the boys went outside to go for a walk. They lived on a secluded plot of ancient farmland the field was bright green with the crop of corn that would be ready for harvest soon. The sky was filled with birdsongs, and the smell of the flowers. The wind swept over the land carrying with it the pungent smell of soil.

The boys walked down the lane a short way, to where the lane forked into a path into the thicket of trees. The trees themselves were full of life.

Lane broke the silence, “I wish things wouldn’t have been so awkward this morning.”

Bentley replied, “Me too, we acted almost as if we were doing something really horrific.”

Lane said, “But I’ll stick to my statement earlier. We can do that again tonight. Hopefully it won’t make school awkward tomorrow.”

Bentley smiled, showing his milky white teeth. He had never had braces and his teeth were perfectly straight. “Me too,” He said, “I couldn’t imagine that.”

“I don’t think it would be such a surprise for people to believe about me.” Lane said.

“I never got why they pick on you so much for being different.” Bentley said, trying to comfort Lane, even though Lane didn’t need to be comforted.

The day went fast, before they knew it, it was sundown and the frogs where chirping. They ate their supper, which was nothing shy of a feast fit for a king.
The boys tucked into bed.

They lay in bed for a while. After a while Bentley crawled into Lane’s bed. Lane greeted Bentley with a kiss. Lane’s cock already began to stiffen in his pajamas. Bentley, who usually slept nude, was poking Lane’s abs with his dick.

Bentley questioned, “How do we want to do this?”

Lane replied, “Same way we did last night. It worked well.”

Bentley put his head by Lane’s cock. He started sucking it with ease. He learned to play with certain parts, last night, when Lane was blowing him. Lane gasped quietly, and started manipulating the head of Bentley’s cock with his teeth and tongue. The flesh on Bentley’s cock was soft, supple, and slightly tanned.

Bentley was enjoying Lane’s attention to his cock. He fondled Lane’s balls while sucking on his cock. Lane’s shaft had silky smooth skin, and was vascular to a certain degree. Unlike Bentley’s own cock, Lane had a slight curve upwards and to the left.

Lane was also enjoying the pleasure Bentley was giving. He had only tried masturbation a few times, but found it too tedious. He never had that, awe, feeling before last night. He was now curious to know if guys gave better blowjobs, or if girls did. Lane had never thought of girls more than friends and guys no more than enemies.

Bentley was getting close to coming, as was Lane. The sight of their bodies locked in love and pleasure was unrealized to them. They just focused on making the other feel that, awe, moment.

Soon, Lane shot a modest load into Bentley’s moist mouth, at the same time Bentley shot a massive load into Lane’s mouth. The boys sat up and kissed, sharing the tastes of each other’s cocks and cum. Lane much preferred the taste of Bentley’s cum than his own and Bentley the same.

They sat in Lane’s bed and kissed with their arms tangled in each other’s torsos. Once again, Bentley crawled into his own bed and the boys fell asleep. Waiting to see what tomorrow would bring.

Monday morning arrived, which meant one thing, school. The boys’ alarm went off at 5:30. Lane usually hadn’t any issues getting up that early. Bentley, being new to the whole 5:30 thing, was a little hard to wake up sometimes. Bentley got up grumpily and walked for the shower. He bathed, came back to the room to get dressed. Lane heads of to the bathroom, completely awake and ready to go.