Milky Lake Denial

Kashif sat on the couch, eating a small bag of chips leftover from work and flipping through the channels. Sure, he felt like a total fatass, but he hadn't had chips in months and it was time he caught up on a little daytime tv. He finished his chips and walked into the kitchen to grab a water bottle and throw away his garbage. He was leaning against the counter sipping at his water when the doorbell rang.

"Hey sand boy. What you up to?"

Kashif swallowed the water he hadn't realized he'd been holding in his mouth and opened up the screen door to let the slightly taller, slighty younger boy into the house.

"Don't you have school?" Kashif asked as Jordan sat on the couch and made himself comfortable.

"Yeah, but it just seems so pointless when I'm graduating in 2 days. I mean, they're all BS the last week." Jordan said, sitting sideways and resting a leg on top of the couch.

Kashif came over and sat on the arm of the couch. He secretly tried to glance down the open leg of Jordan's basketball shorts. Jordan rarely wore such things, not being the athletic one in the family. Kashif guessed that he had likely borrowed them from his younger brother.

"I understand, but what about having people sign your yearbook and stuff?" Kashif asked, playing with the laces on Jordan's athletic shoes.

"There's a big ol party on the football field tonight. Did they have that when you graduated?"

"Yeah. I ate a lot of candy that night."

"You should come with me."

Kashif looked down at Jordan, "I don't know. Two years ago when I graduated I was done and never had the desire to return."

"Aw, come on!" Jordan pleaded, "It'll be fun."

Kashif watched Jordan's legs instead of his face, knowing the pleading gaze that he couldn't say no to. Stalling a bit, he began untying the laces on Jordan's shoes.

"I'll go. I just don't want to stay there all night." Kashif finally said, dropping the first shoe to the floor and looking to Jordan's face to watch the smile spread. Jordan sat up to do a little victory dance as the second shoe fell to the floor. Inside Kashif felt warm and fluttery. Jordan was just so adorkable sometimes. His hands trembled for a moment as he slid off one of Jordan's ankle socks. He was a bit puzzled at Jordan's lack of protest. Usually he got very nervous and jumpy when they showed such affection to each other. He slid the other sock off and held Jordan's feet in his lap. Jordan curled and uncurled his toes, but made no other move to leave Kashif's lap.

Kashif purposely kept his focus away from Jordan's eyes as he touched his perfect little ankles, fearing that eye contact would make Jordan nervous and ruin the moment. He gently moved his fingers across Jordan's skin and slowly traveled up his shins. Kashif briefly pondered why Jordan shaved his legs, seeing as that he wasn't a runner or a swimmer or anything. Perhaps it was natural. It was certainly possible with how smooth the skin really was. Kashif suddenly paused as he heard Jordan inhale deeply. He wanted to see the expression on the other boy's face, but was too afraid of ruining the moment.

Instead he carefully got up from the arm of the couch and stood facing Jordan's legs. He carefully touched the younger one's ankles and again heard the deep intake of breath. Gaining confidence, Kashif ran his fingers up both of Jordan's shins quickly before bringing his hands back on Jordan's calves. He heard the couch creak as Jordan moved to remain comfortable, and when he was settled Kashif quickly ran his fingers up Jordan's shins again. Rather than bringing his hands back, he let them continue, moving to the sides of Jordan's thighs, slowly sliding up into the athletic shorts. Kashif knew he was playing with fire now, but to his surprise, Jordan did not push his hands away.

Jordan's hips rose as Kashif's fingers neared them, and then fell when Kashif retracted them. Kashif couldn't help it now. He looked up to see Jordan's face. Jordan's eyes were wide and searching, and he was chewing on his bottom lip as though deciding something. Suddenly he sat up to meet Kashif face to face. They both stared at each other; Kashif looking scared and expectant, and Jordan seemingly searching Kashif's face for something. Jordan's eyelids lowered and his gaze became fixated on Kashif's lips for a moment before he leaned forward. One of his hands crept up to rest on Kashif's shoulder as he pressed his lips to the older boy's. Kashif responded immediately and Jordan's other hand came up to run through Kashif's hair as he tentatively moved his tongue out. Kashif granted the request and joined Jordan's tongue with his own.

Kashif accidently let out a pleasured gasp as Jordan began pulling him down to lay on top of his steadily heating body. He wasn't sure what Jordan was up to, but he had no mind to ponder at the moment. Jordan wrapped his arms around Kashif's waist and pressed himself against Kashif as hard as he could, gasping as his erection met Kashif's warm lap. He began lifting Kashif's shirt when his hands were stopped.

"Are you sure?" Kashif asked. Not like they'd never done this before, but this time was somehow different and Kashif felt the need to ask.

Jordan's hands came up to cup Kashif's face, "I want this as much as you do." He then placed his hands back to the hem of Kashif's shirt and began pulling it off. Kashif started pushing up Jordan's shirt and when they were both half naked they pressed against each other, feeling heated skin on heated skin. Wasting no time, they both slid their pants down and off, grinding deliciously against each other.

"Kashif..." Jordan's voice trembled out between hot kisses, unable to finish the sentence as that part of his brain failed him.

"Here." Kashif whispered, assuming Jordan's quest. He rearranged their legs so that Jordan's were on either of his sides before leaning down to kiss Jordan again.

Jordan moaned as he felt Kashif's erection brush against his teasingly. Kashif let all of his weight down on Jordan and pressed his erection against Jordan's, winning an unbridled gasp. He began sliding his cock against Jordan's and Jordan cried out blissfully, clinging to Kashif. Jordan made himself relax and pushed himself up, sliding against Kashif again.

"Oh my God." Kashif said aloud. Jordan was so uninhibited today, he wouldn't last very long at all. Jordan pulled him down for a kiss and they began moving together, Jordan crying out in pleasure and Kashif replying in gasps. The combination was intoxicating and Jordan quickly found himself losing control. He felt Kashif jerk a little before his stomach flooded with warmth, sending him spilling over the edge as well.

Both boys buried their faces in each other's shoulders as they recovered, clinging tightly. Kashif popped his head up when they had cooled down and kissed Jordan passionately.

"Shit." Jordan exclaimed when his mouth was released. Kashif looked down and saw that Jordan was shaking a little.

"You gonna be okay?" Kashif asked, petting Jordan's sides.

Jordan nodded before looking away to locate his clothing. He felt a coolness between his legs as Kashif got up to fetch his own discarded shirt and shorts. Looking down at his stomach he discovered what appeared to be a small lake of milky substance. He put his fingers in it and lifted them, watching it string back into the lake.

"Dude, how do you do that?"

Kashif turned around after pulling his shirt over his head, "Do what?"

"Cum so freaking much. I mean, there's no way you can like, store it up or anything, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's all the yogurt I eat." Kashif laughed, "Here, I'll get you a towel or something."

He came back seconds later with a damp washcloth.

"You do realize that some of this is yours, right?" Kashif noted as he wiped the cum off of Jordan's stomach.

Jordan sat up when he was clean, "Yeah, but I've seen you come before, and it's always like a freaking river when it comes out."

Kashif shrugged before turning away and picking up Jordan's clothes to throw at him, "Well, if you find it sexy and it seems to be natural for me, I don't think you really need to be concerned."

Jordan pulled on his shorts, "Well yeah but... I'm kinda jealous."

He hid his blush with his shirt as he pulled it on, and started a bit when he got his head through and found Kashif standing very close to him.

"You are just too adorable sometimes."

Jordan blushed again, "Well...you're weird sometimes... Mr. Foot-Fetish."

"Pfft. Not feet. Just your perfect, smooth ankles. Oh, and maybe your legs." Kashif said, coming to hold Jordan close and lifting his leg up to his waist.

Jordan hopped once to try to keep balance, "Yeah, and that's not weird at all."

He hopped again and failed to balance himself. Instead he decided to fall back and land back on the couch. Kashif unexpectedly followed him and landed straddling Jordan's thigh.

"You know you think it's hot," Kashif said and kissed Jordan, "That's what got all this started today."

Jordan blushed again, "Bah, I'll never admit it."

Kashif smiled and got up, "That's fine, but I'm still gonna use it to my advantage."

"Horny bastard." Jordan mumbled.

"Whatever, Mr. Let's-Have-a-Jacking-Off-Race. You're the one who started it all."

Jordan's eyes went wide at the memory of their first experimentation, and then they narrowed "Again I say, 'I'll never admit it.'"