Flea Market Sausage

Bastian decided to make this as much fun for both of them as he could. He walked over to the stereo system and turned it on. He put a Kenny G CD in the machine. He turned around a little hesitantly.

"That's not too corny or cliché, is it?" he asked nervously.

"No, I like his music, too," Atreyu responded. "I always thought…. Never mind."

"Go ahead," Bastian pushed gently. "What do you think about when you hear this?"

"Well, I kind of thought it would be really cool to see someone strip to this," Atreyu confessed.

"Great minds must think alike," Bastian told him as he slowly began to dance to the seductive sounds of the saxophone. He pulled his shirt up on one side just enough to reveal one perfectly shaped dark pink nipple. He ran his fingers over it teasingly. He had his head down, but looked up at Atreyu coyly.

"Oh Bastian," Atreyu moaned. "My God, you're hot."

Bastian blushed slightly and smiled shyly. He pulled the other side of the shirt up as well and then shucked it off, letting it drop to the floor. His hands were now playing all over his chest and stomach as he continued to sway to the music from the speakers. He trailed his hands down to his crotch where he groped himself and rubbed his hard dick through his pants.

"Show it to me, Basty Baby!" Atreyu pleaded.

Bastian unfastened the front of his pants and pulled the zipper down showing Atreyu the underwear he had on underneath the pants, but he stopped there. He came over to where Atreyu stood watching him. He took his hands from his own chest and applied them to his boyfriend's. Pushing gently, Bastian guided Atreyu back to the bed. With another soft nudge, Atreyu fell back onto the bed, looking up at Bastian.

Atreyu's legs were still dangling off the side of the bed. Bastian straddled one of them and did a bump and grind lap dance for his lover. Atreyu sat up more and began to rub his hands up and down Bastian's chest and back. Both boys began to pant and moan. Bastian stepped back suddenly breaking their contact, however.

He did a half turn so that he was facing away from Atreyu but he reached behind him and took his lover's hands and put them on the waist band of his loosened pants. With no directions needed, Atreyu began to lower the pants to reveal his light skinned blond lover's underwear covered butt.

"You have one bitching ass, Basty," he told his lover breathlessly.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Bastian asked faking a pout.

"Well, how's this? You have the hottest, most perfect butt I have ever seen."

"Better," Bastian giggled. "Maybe you would like the view better without the screen," he suggested as he lifted his feet out of his pants that were now on the floor. He took a couple steps away from the bed just out of reach of Atreyu and torturously slowly lowered his underwear to reveal his two pale white cheeks. As he bent to the floor to remove them completely, he exposed his hole to Atreyu.

Atreyu could no longer control himself. He dove forward and grabbed Bastian's hips. He buried his face in the perfectly positioned posterior of his lover. He inhaled the musk of his boyfriend's incredible sex organs for just a second before Bastian pulled away yet again.

"As much as I want you to do that, I don't necessarily think you should do it right after I eat," Bastian told him. Atreyu made a bit of a face and quickly agreed. Neither boy was ready to get into anything that kinky.

Atreyu's expression quickly changed when he realized that he was kneeling in front of a standing Bastian. He lunged forward grabbing onto Bastian's thighs and pulled him close. Now his face was pressed against Bastian's throbbing erection. He simply opened his mouth and let it in.

"But it was supposed to be my turn," Bastian whined not very convincingly.

"You'll owe me one," Atreyu told him before going right back to what he was doing.

What he was doing was driving Bastian wild. The teen was soon bucking his hips instinctively fucking his lover's mouth. Atreyu wasn't complaining one bit, either. His sense of fairness finally won out and Bastian pulled away once more.

"If you have to have me again, the least you can do is let me do you at the same time," he told Atreyu. Bastian would never have believed that a boy could get off his knees, get naked, and get on the bed so fast if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Of course he wasn't about to complain.

"That's more like it," Bastian said as he stepped closer to the bed. He stopped a few feet away, though, and just stared at Atreyu for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Atreyu asked when he saw a tear start down Bastian's cheek.

"Nothing's wrong," Bastian said quietly. "In fact everything's right. I just can't believe this is happening. I mean, this morning when I sat in that bed jerking off, I was wishing for a moment like this one. I dreamed of seeing a gorgeous naked guy lying on my bed waiting for me to join him."

"That's what I'm doing all right," Atreyu whispered, as he patted the bed beside him. "Come over here so I can hold you."

"Would you do that?" Bastian whispered bashfully. "Would you just hold me for a minute, just so I can really convince myself that this is real?" Atreyu didn't answer out loud; he simply opened his arms to wrap around his lover as Bastian fell into the bed beside him. When their parents came to say goodnight, the boys were asleep in each other's arms.