His Beautiful Boy - 2. Under The Pale Moonlight

Oscar's velvety, toned body hovered gracefully over the water's surface as the sun blanketed the small, crystalline lake.

The only thing shielding his youthful body was the red and blue speedos swathing his bubble butt and pelvic area. His eyes were closed as his mind roamed back to a day earlier when, during breakfast, he walked in on Lorenzo having a shower and caught a glimpse of his manhood. The intense and intimate meeting had occupied Oscar's mind almost entirely since then. He couldn't shake off that feeling of complete rapture at the sight of Lorenzo's dick. And every time his mind went there, his dick would become immediately hard no matter the situation or who he was with, which made coexisting with his family 24/7 even more discomfiting.

"You're beginning to prune, dude," Antoine stated as he posed near the river margin. He was crouching, with his arms banded around his legs as he tugged back and forth frenetically. He had been waiting there for some time and was visibly too cold for his liking. His white, slim body was one big shivering spectacle. "Dépêchez-Vous!" He argued.

"I'm coming," Oscar said, turning his head towards the shore, using his legs to boost his body along the surface, and gliding gracefully towards the margin. "Is it lunchtime yet?" he asked as he exited the water, treading carefully, trying not to step on twigs or small wooden branches.

"In an hour. Fuck, I'm so horny!" Antoine vented, plunging backward into his towel and grasping his crotch gently. Laying there, he began gradually but confidently rubbing his shaft over his yellow swim shorts. Oscar could see through the corner of his eye how his friend's dick was becoming engorged.

Oscar never even noticed until now how long Antoine's dick was, especially considering they were so close their whole life and had, on multiple occurrences, jerked off in front of each other. He sat down next to Antoine, gripped by his friend's aloofness. He began feeling small jolts of strain in his groin that expanded into his pelvis and chest. Antoine let out soft moans as his hand went discretely inside his shorts. With his left hand, he tugged the front of his shorts, exposing his 7-inch long, pink, uncut hard dick. His long, slender fingers stroked it, gradually unveiling the skin-covered tip. His eyes, closed the entire time, unlocked slowly in search of Oscar, who beamed with fierce novelty, already caressing his stiff member. Antoine grinned and gazed at his best friend with absolute complicity and stripped of prejudice. There were no secrets between them or social constructs of shame and modesty. They had grown up together and felt as comfortable with each other as they would with themselves.

"Rapproche toi..." Antoine proposed, signaling with a mild head tilt for Oscar to come closer. Oscar obliged, orbiting his friend from the front and carefully nesting opposite him, trying to squeeze his body inside the other boy's towel space. Their hips were now grazing, and Oscar started fidgeting his body, unable to camouflage his awkwardness. Their bodies had never been this close, and a new and unfamiliar feeling was taking over the two. Antoine raised his hips slightly and pulled his shorts off entirely. As he did, his long dick slung back toward his tummy, splatting a string of precum across his chest. Instead of going for his dick again, he rested his body weight on his elbows and looked straight at Oscar, now inches away from him and sporting a massive boner under his tight speedos. Their eyes met again, and they stared at each other momentarily. Oscar let out an unwilling giggle before he glanced down, gazing at his friend's pulsating pink manhood.

"Grab it." Antoine directed, and without missing a bit, Oscar went for it. He grasped his friend's shaft, initially bearing it in his hand, mesmerized by all that extra skin. The boy started towing with it gently, forcing Antoine to arch his head back and moan sparingly. He then began lugging his hand down, compelling the tip to unveil, and as he did, a considerable amount of precum came sliding down and skated all over his hand.

"Damm, Anthony..." Oscar blurted, slowing his hand motion.

"Ne t'arrête pas!" Antoine clamored as his breathing became faster and more uncontrolled.

Oscar obliged and started speeding up his movements, stroking his friend's dick up and down, stretching his foreskin, and releasing copious amounts of sheer fluid. Antoine's pelvis started swinging forward, and Oscar could feel his friend's dick tighten inside his hand. He knew Antoine was about to bust a load, so without even thinking, he went down and placed his face near his friend's pelvis. Antoine let out a masked verbal outburst, clutched the towel with one hand, and grabbed his friend's hair with the other, trying to contain his euphoria. Oscar improved the rhythm once he felt the imminent eruption and started pumping Antoine's load. Plump strings of white batter flared, landing on Oscar's face. Most went straight to his jaw, mouth, and nose, but a few more assertive jolts landed on his eyes and hair. Antoine's hips twitched and spasmed as Oscar slid his hand down his shaft and over his balls, squeezing them gently. He couldn't believe he had gone that far and that fast. Oscar felt inebriated by the smell of Antoine's cum. He pulled himself up only to realize that Antoine was looking straight at him with an intrigued look. Without judging, Oscar stuck his tongue out and licked his friend's drizzling cum off his chin. Antoine looked stunned yet entertained.

"It's salty. I always wondered about that." He noted, unleashing a chuckle.

"You're crazy, dude," Antoine replied, giggling as he stood up and cleaned the cum off his dick and stomach. "Let's head back." He proposed, and both boys assembled their stuff and strode toward the house, pushing each other playfully as they went.

As the boys approached the back garden, they could see the table set for lunch. Mr. Steiner was already seated at the head of the table, Oscar's mother was on his left, and Elena was at the opposite end. The lads sat beside each other, their legs rubbing playfully under the table. They seemed understandably relaxed, given their prior exertions.

"What were you boys doing?" Mr. Steiner inquired, visibly intrigued.

"We went for a swim," Oscar said as he chewed on a piece of garlic bread.

"Did you manage to get Antoine wet this time?" Mr. Steiner asked Oscar bluntly.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Steiner. Absolutely!" Antoine replied as both boys tried desperately to contain their laughter, thrusting their legs against each other. "Where's Lorenzo, Elena?" He asked dashingly, shifting the focus before anyone could decipher the conspicuous pun.

"Sta riposando." She replied, grabbing a small fan and snapping it a couple of times around her face.

Oscar immediately froze, his fork halting inches from his mouth before he realized his reaction and resumed, trying to regain his pacing. But his mind was already inside Lorenzo's room, like a fly, watching the Italian hunk dozing naked on that wonky, too small for his body bed, grazing himself, all oily and sweaty from the scorching heat. Oscar balled his eyes, feeling dizzy, and straightened up as he stretched his back on the chair, trying to shake those inebriating visions from his mind. As he glanced to his right, he found Antoine slanted over the table with his right hand grasping his lazy head, gazing at him profusely and visibly intrigued. "What?" Oscar nervously questioned.

"Rien..." Antoine replied as he towed himself up and resumed his meal, completely altering his tone. He started cracking jokes and didn't stop for the remainder of the lunch hour, rescuing everyone from a particularly tedious and routine feast.

The boys loitered for the rest of the afternoon, engaging in casual and rambling conversation. They played cards, eventually exhausted themselves, and headed inside the house, vegetating in the living room while watching old Italian movies on VHS. They fell asleep on the oversized sofa, legs entangled and resting comfortably inside each other's groins. Oscar woke sometime later to a strangely somber house. He could hear a faint buzz coming from the kitchen. Oscar unhurriedly got up from the sofa, trying not to wake Antoine. He reached the kitchen door and saw Elena leaning on the counter, peeling some tomatoes.

"Elena, did they go out?" He asked. Elena raised her head, cleaning the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and nodded in confirmation. He closed the door and swayed back to the living room, where Antoine was slowly rousing up.

"Hey, were we abandoned?" He jested, still trying to keep his eyes unclogged.

"Guess so. Let's go upstairs." Oscar proposed, extending his arm out and helping Antoine up.

They clambered the long staircase and walked the hallway back to their now dark room, lit by the hefty moonlight creeping through the large balcony. Oscar let his body plunge onto the bed, face down, then slowly turned around, accommodating his junk inside his shorts. Antoine sat on his bed, scraping his face and hair, trying to wake himself up. Oscar absent-mindedly started touching his dick under his shorts as he looked outside, one arm under his head. Antoine lifted his head, eyes fixed on his friend handling himself. He smirked, took off his tank top, and yanked off his shorts. He turned around and sank sideways on his bed, spreading naked with his body turned to Oscar, who skimmed back at his friend and gave him an undiscerning look.

"Dude, I need to do this. I didn't get off." He noted, letting go of his dick to pull his shorts down, then sitting on the bed and pulling off his shirt. His broad and smooth body was now on display. Antoine continued surveying, transfixed by his friend's ease around him.

"You got jacked this year, dude." He stated, perusing Oscar's body with indiscriminate awareness.

"Stop being weird. I'm trying to concentrate." Oscar reacted, sounding slightly ruffled and phased out. His breathing was becoming more nuanced as his dick stiffened gradually. "Fuck." He uttered, his breathing moving in syncopation. His dick was now fully rigid, six inches long, cut, and thick.

Antoine was lying there, enduring in silence so as not to aggravate his friend, but he found himself unable to prevent his enjoyment as he took his hand down to his semi-hard shaft. For some reason, unlike other moments where his only focus was on him and finishing himself off, he felt compelled to move his hand away from his prick. Instead, Antoine began feeling his body as Oscar pleasured himself. He moved his hand over his stomach, touching his belly button with the tip of his fingers, feeling the tiny blonde hairs prickle with excitement. Then, he drove upwards to his chest, playing with his small left nipple, pinching it until it was hard. But he was beginning to feel impatient for some reason. He sank his head over his hand, sighed, and lay there, simply observing his friend jerking his meat.

"Oscar..." he muttered, visibly apprehensive about completing his sentence. "Can I lay next to you?" he requested, winding his fingers on the sheets, lingering in anticipation as he waited for his friend's consent.

"Fine." Oscar annoyingly agreed, promptly skating left to make room for his friend. Antoine soared between the two beds and glided his naked body beside his friend. The bed was too undersized as they lay there awkwardly for an instant, their skins practically brushing. "Scoot a bit," Oscar suggested, so Antoine slid down and put his right leg over Oscar's. By doing so, his dick inadvertently started patting his friend's thigh. He inclined his body on his elbow and stood there observing Oscar as he continued pumping his meat. Antoine could feel the first jolts of precum weaseling out and clinging to Oscar's leg. As he improved the jerking rhythm, Antoine could see Oscar's chest flex and his pecs and six-packed abs disclosing gracefully under his velvety skin.

"Putain, c'est chaud." He let out, completely enthralled by his friend's body. Unable to contain his impulses, he raised his hand and placed it on Oscar's thigh. It was smooth at the surface yet rigid by the tension of the jerking motions as his hand prodded deeper. He slid upwards, traveling slowly along Oscar's body, transiting through his groin and settling near the stomach, holding there and acknowledging the subtleties he had never been able to appreciate. The black, silky tuft of hair around his belly button. Oscar's firm gut. And the small path of fuzz that extended towards his chest where his large, wide pecks rested. He took his slim fingers towards the areolae. They were larger than his but equally rigid at this point. He started teasing them gently with the tip of his fingers, making circular gestures. They started prickling and hardening as faint moans erupted from Oscar's mouth. Antoine bent forward, took his tongue out, and started licking his friend's nipple. Tempered licks at first, then longer ones trying to get his entire tongue to caress it, he suddenly felt greedy and took the whole tit in his mouth and started sucking on it with angst. He never pictured he could take satisfaction from it, but the truth was, his dick had never been stiffer as he lay there pleasuring his best friend. Oscar's moaning became more piercing and less apologetic as Antoine feasted on his chest, pinching and sucking his friend's nipples with his mouth and tongue.

Dreading that Oscar would flare ahead of time and that the euphoria surge he felt would halt, Antoine took his hand and sheathed Oscar's, stopping it in its tracks. Oscar glanced down at this friend, attempting to discern this unforeseen move. But Antoine's gaze was moving out of reach, towards his dick. The boy stopped near it and took a plunging whiff.

"L'odeur...it's intoxicating." Antoine asserted, moaning inwardly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Oscar responded, incredulous.

"Relax. It's just us." Antoine soothed, and with a complete bound, he unclogged his mouth and gobbled Oscar's precum-bathed dick. He glided his tongue along the shaft, seizing all the moisture there. As his lips reached the tip, Antoine stopped himself, preventing his mouth from sliding off, and with a swift move, went right back in. He started greedily bobbing his head up and down, taking more and more of his friend's dick inside his mouth, moaning as he went further.

Oscars' hand was levitating above Antoine's head, his whole body still in shock. His best friend was sucking his cock. Then again, he had swallowed his cum earlier that day. There was no reason or logic at this moment, and following his body's lead, Oscars' mind finally let go and embraced the pleasure. His head arched back, and his hand grasped Antoine's twirly blonde hair as he started propelling his pelvis forward and ramming his cock inside Antoine's mouth. He increased the rhythm, and as he did, he could hear his friend struggling as he went from moaning eagerly to whimpering submissively. Froth and precum were oozing off Antoine's mouth, and his head stopped moving. Now Oscar was in control, and despite the apparent lack of experience, Antoine seemed keen on letting himself get used. Oscar was now grabbing his hair with both hands, pushing his 6 inches inside his friend's mouth. He couldn't see Antoine's expression. All he could hear were endless blusters of gagging and heavy breathing.

"Fuck Anthony, your mouth feels so damn good." He stated as he ravaged Antoine's face, his whimpering and sniveling moaning echoing across the room. He suddenly pulled Antoine's face from his cock, releasing a loud gasp, "Turn to me. I wanna see your face." He commanded as he held the other boy's head back while he tried desperately to catch his breath.

Antoine obliged and turned his body, positioning himself between Oscar's legs, his belly facing down and his eyes gaping directly at his friend. Oscar returned the look, his mouth opened slightly, and his breathing steady. He felt the urge to lick Antoine's swollen, plump pink lips. But he resisted. The sight of his watery eyes, the flushed face, and the sound of his heavy breathing were beyond anything Oscar had ever seen. Antoine unrolled his tongue and started licking his shaft, forming at the base and gradually going up, stemming at the tip and moistening the glans with his lips and spit, never shying his gaze away from his best friend. He then engulfed his rod again, moaning as he went, inciting Oscar to resume his dominance over him. And Oscar obliged, grasping Antoine's head and thrusting his pelvis up and down, sliding his dick inside his mouth. But this time, he was being careful, precise, even temperate, attempting to catch every subtlety in his friend's countenance. How the lips moved, trying to accommodate every inch of him. How he struggled, attempting to control the gag reflex every time he reached the base, how he drove his tongue near the tip and used all those sensitive spots as a playground. This view sent Oscar over the edge, and gradually, his groin began shipping shock waves that traversed through his pelvis and abdomen, exploding in his chest with warlike euphoria. His dick felt like it was expanding inside Antoine's mouth, becoming progressively sensitive, and his eyes started rolling back.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He cautioned, pulling Antoine's mouth away from his looming discharge. But Antoine's head wouldn't budge. His mouth remained there, his tongue slurping every inch of him, rubbing the sensitive tip in well-timed intervals. Oscar snarled his head back, adrenaline rushing through his body. He began unloading. The feeling was unfamiliar. He never came inside anyone. The ropes of cum were unleashing under a warm and moist comfort blanket. Antoine wailed and gagged as he welcomed Oscar's loads in his mouth, swallowing each one like a foreign delicacy.

"Salty, like mine," Antoine uttered as he released a heavy gasp and snapped his head away from Oscar's manhood. Then he went in again and grabbed a small portion of batter left at the tip, making Oscar twitch slightly. He then looked up at his friend with a devilish grin.

"Fuck dude, what the fuck are we doing?" Oscar doubted, looking perplexed as his hands clasped his head. "This is crazy. We need to stop!" He vented.

Antoine gaped at his friend, dispirited. He immediately stood up and sat on his bed, his back hunched and his arms pending between his legs. He stared at Oscar, laboring to utter the right words.

"You're right," he said laboriously. "I'm sorry..." he lamented, his voice cracked with gloom and anxiety.

"Let's just go to sleep," Oscar suggested, turning his body away from Antoine. He pushed the bed sheets over him and closed his eyes. There was silence for a while. His head filled with doubts and remorse. He forced his eyes shut, trying to trick his body into sleep, but he couldn't shut down his mind.

Suddenly, he heard a metal frame slowly sliding across the floor. Then, a gentle thumping on his headboard. He felt a body lying down behind him. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath as he pulled the sheets back and twisted over to the other side. Antoine lay there beside him. He had hooked his bed with Oscar's and stared at him affectionately.

"Oscar?" Antoine murmured.

"What?" Oscar questioned.

"I don't wanna stop," Antoine revealed, extending his hand to where the beds merged. After a brief moment, Oscar repaid the gesture, meeting his friend's hand with his own. Both boys' fingers caressed each other. There they were, two best friends on the threshold of manhood, staring at each other, stripped bare of any judgment or shame.

Just two bodies naked under the empowering presence of the pale moonlight.

(To be continued...)