Better Late Than Never, Mate

Unsurprisingly, I don’t hear back from Nic for a few days. My reply to his message to re-connect was probably in hindsight a little too direct and more of an aggressive come-on, rather than a greeting to an old buddy.

But then again, I still feel relieved for blurting the truth out, getting it off my chest in a way.

The time I spend waiting for an answer, I find myself furiously jacking off behind the computer, on the sofa, in the shower, even in the kitchen once – using our history as source material for fantasies involving our entwined younger selves.

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I came quite hard the other day thinking about that time we went to the beach on a sunny Sunday in June:

My skin could always take the sun quite well, tanning without too much trouble, whereas Nic’s delicate pale skin didn’t fare so well. We arrived at the windy beach around eleven in the morning, having packed our towels and a blanket, a couple of rackets, a Frisbee and some leftovers from our shift the night before.

The beach was pretty quiet and we had plenty of space to play some games without infringing on someone else’s playground, so to speak. After going for a quick dip in the chilly waves, we sat down for something to eat around two o’clock, at the hottest time of the day.

Although we both applied sun cream, I could see Nic’s shoulders looking slightly pink already. I pointed it out to him, but he just shrugged it off. “Too late now anyway, mate, damage has been done,” he laughed, finishing his drink.

“Hmm, ok…” I replied, “But don’t come moaning at me with your lobster skin later!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s play some Frisbee!”

We had a long stretch of sand for ourselves, and even from a distance I could see his big cock heavily bouncing in his shorts as he jumped for a catch, his tight abs contracting with the gravitational pull of his package.

I just wanted to walk over to him, say “enough with these fucking games already,” go down on my knees, pull down his shorts and swallow his sausage whole until I gagged.

Later that afternoon, we packed our stuff and hit the road again – Nic having to cook dinner for his girlfriend Poppy that night. He dropped me off at home, and waved me off, his red face and arms glowing even from inside the car.

“Cheers mate!”

“Good luck lobster! See you later,” I joked, as he drove off into the twilight.

Around eight, after I’ve had a shower, I heard my phone buzzing. It was Nic.

“Hey mate, you alright? Listen, Poppy has to fuckin’ bail, she’s working late and won’t make it anymore. Fancy coming over for a bite and a drink?”

I opened my fridge, staring at the few unrelated items within. Perfect timing, I thought to myself as I pulled on my trainers and grabbed my house keys.

Over at his, he opened the door only wearing a pair of shorts, his skin glowing red in the light overhead.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at you!” I whistled, then chuckled.

“I know mate, it’s bad…” he sighed, letting me in.

We gobbled down a delicious bowl of pasta and drank beer, chatting about our beach day and cracking sunburn-related jokes. After dinner, he poured us each a vodka lemonade and we sat down for a game of Poker, both of us starting to feel a little tipsy. Ever since my revelation of being bi, Nic has been very curious about it all, and tonight again the conversation steered in that direction.

“So what does it feel like, you know, coming with another guy? Isn’t it a bit weird, like?” he asked, taking a big sip of his drink.

“Not really,” I answered coolly. “It’s amazing actually, because you both know exactly how it feels for the other person. You’re both guys, and you both know how good it feels shooting a big load, right?”

“Hmm,” he nodded.

“Cause we don’t really know what it feels like to orgasm as a girl, you know what I mean? We suspect that it’s good, but we don’t actually know what they feel…”

Nic again nodded.

“But you know exactly how it feels when that hot cum starts igniting up from your nuts and burns the way whole way running through your cock, and how incredible it feels when it bursts out of your Jap’s eye, all on fire…”

“Yeah, I guess,” he said, thinking a while. “Talking of being on fire, mate… Can you please put some after-sun lotion on my back later? I’m literally burning up!”

“Sure thing,” I replied, not one to turn down an invitation to get my hands on the object of my desire.

“I would normally ask Poppy, but I won’t see her until tomorrow, and…”

“And then you might already be a crisp?” I teased.

“Exactly mate!” he laughed. “Let’s have another drink before I let you grope me though,” he joked, winking at me.

As we finished another vodka mix, he asked: “Have you ever tasted another guys meat?”

Not sure whether to spill the beans or not, I hesitated a few seconds before answering. “I mean, yeah… It tastes exactly the same as a pussy really. It’s all just genitals at the end of the day, you know!”

“Hmm, still not convinced,” he said. “Anyway, time to splash cream all over me!” he laughed. “It’s up in my room, I’ll go get it.”

“No worries, I’ll come up,” I quickly answered, eager to get my hands on him in his bedroom, following him up the narrow stairs. In his room, he handed me the lotion. 

“Ok, on the bed,” I said. He looked at me for a second or two.

“Lie. Down. On. The. Bed. So I could put cream on your back!” I said playfully.

Moaning slightly, he positioned himself face down on the bed. “Oh man, it hurts so bad…” he whimpered into his duvet. Taking my opportunity with both hands, I climbed onto his bed and made myself comfortable straddling his legs, sitting right behind his ass, my legs on either side of his.

Jokingly I started humping back and forth on top of him, moaning loudly, before squeezing the container I held against my crotch, splashing lotion onto his back in two cold white streaks.

“Jesus Christ,” he protested, “that’s cold, you freak!”

“Shush,” I demanded, as I placed the lotion to one side, “just try to relax.”

Carefully I started spreading the creamy after-sun over his glowing back with my hands, imagining it was my own freshly squeezed-out cum, working in soft symmetrical half circles along his spine. He let out a soft moan.

I continued gently massaging the lotion into his flushed skin, working it into his rounded shoulders and down his lower back towards his crack, using only my fingers tips.

“Hmmm, that feels so good mate…” he mumbled into the bedding.

“Should I continue?” I asked softly.

“Uh-huh,” he replied.

Pulling back his waistband, I revealed the top of his two white-as-you-like butt cheeks, a dark hair or two poking out the upper half of his crack. I rubbed the lotion down as far as he would allow, waiting for him to tell me to cut it out, but he didn’t.

I ran my fingers onto his firm ass-flesh, and after a while they were moistly exploring the start of his crack. He let out another barely audible moan, his face pressed into the bedding, as we both started to breathe more heavily.

Next I spread my open palms up his spine and then down his sides, my fingers curling underneath. I sensed him lifting his body slightly to allow my digits to get underneath, encouraging me. As my slippery hands glided lower and deeper over the sides, I started feeling my fingertips slip over his nipples, as they became firmer and harder with every passing.

I leant forward over him, my head close to his. “You need to tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered into his ear.

“All good mate. Feels good…” he whispered back. “Maybe you need some more cream,” he added, half smiling with closed eyes.

No need to ask me twice. I squirted more onto his red back, making him gasp. I could now feel my semi-hard dick pressing against his butt, as I subtly started to rock back and forth against his ass, putting my whole body into the upstroke and pull back of my hands on his shiny upper body.

He let out a soft, deep moan with every stroke I gave. Later, my hands were all over him, massaging his shoulders, his ass and caressing his rock-hard nipples, and venturing further still. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the small room, as my hands began to moistly push against his lowered waistband on the front of his hips. I could feel him also subtly grinding in tandem with me, the closer my fingertips got to his warm groin.

After a while, filled with lust and my rock hard cock making a tent of the front of my track pants, I decided to push further. “Alright lobster, time for your front – flip on over…”

“Err, I…” he stuttered, as I gently slapped his sides with my clammy hands. “I’ve got a bit of a problem at the mo, mate,” he continued.

“Me too Nic… No worries,” I replied, knowingly.

“Um.. Ok…” he stumbled, starting to rotate his body underneath mine, as I lifted up slightly. I couldn’t help but stare at the massive bulge pressing against his shorts swinging my way. A soft moan escaped my lips as I lowered myself down again, my nuts coming to rest right on top of it.

As I splashed lotion onto his torso, his abs erotically contracted from the cold, revealing a defined set of muscles underneath, as he giggled. “Aaargh, that’s cold again, you bastard!”

I continued rubbing his front, running my hands up towards his chest and over his still hard nipples, and continuing onto his shoulders and down his arms. I felt his fat cock lifting my balls up from underneath, as we both breathed hard, feeling extremely aroused by this homoerotic situation.

Starting to rock back and forth again, I felt pre-cum oozing out of my excited meat, smearing the insides of my shorts with slime trails. I moved my hands further down, my rotations started brushing against his waistband that is being lifted up by his hard, thick sausage. As my fingers started slipping underneath the elastic he moaned again, pre-cum also now visibly seeping into his fabric.

Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket. He opened his eyes, as if awakening from some faraway dream and grappled for it. He looked at the screen, smiled and then answered the call.

“Hey Popps. Yeah - you? Uh-huh… Yeah, Pete is here,” he said, and looked at me, winking. “Sure, yeah, no worries babe – see you in a sec…”

I felt the lust draining out of my dick, as he wiggled free from my grip and started talking excitedly.

“Poppy finished work already, it was quieter than they thought. I need to go meet her at the bus stop down the road. You wanna come with?” he asked.

“Erm, actually… I’ll walk with, but will probably head home from there, if that’s ok?” I said, trying to conceal the devastation in my voice.

“Ah, ok mate, do as you need,” he said smilingly, as he grabbed a t-shirt and started pulling it on. “Shall we go?”

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Another time I unleashed quite a load, standing on my knees in the shower, remembering the time we spent in Cat’s hot tub one winter’s evening:

Nic dated Catriona for about a year and a half after he and Poppy finished. She was a friendly, bubbly girl with sea-green eyes, freckles decorating her face and pale limbs. She was still living with her parents while attending college, and they lived in a good part of town in a large, comfortable family house with a big garden and all the other mod cons that come with it.

Her parents were (understandably) not that keen on Nic as a boyfriend, him being a bit rough around the edges, not as well spoken, and his difficulty with authority being another issue. I think it was more the fact that she was quite clearly out of his league, but that she could look past all of that, as she was expertly ploughed by that fat, monster cock of his, and orgasms came frequently, in either singles or multiples.

One weekend in late November, Cat invited me and Nic, as well as her friend Emma, over for some drinks, as her parents were away. More importantly, her younger sister and little brother went along with her parents, so we had the whole place to ourselves.

Turns out we’ve met Emma before, with different people at a club some months ago. She was tall and athletic, with big green eyes and full lips. She was also the owner of an almost perfect pair of tits. Full, rounded and firm – at least it appeared that way in her tight fitting top she was wearing.

The first snow was falling as we sat indoors, drinking wine and playing board games, lounging and laughing. Later that night just before twelve, it stopped snowing, and Cat suggested we go for a drink in their hot tub, which was to the side of the house in the garden.

Being more than a little tipsy, and not having my swim shorts with me, I asked if they mind me joining them in my birthday suit. They laughed and agreed, whistling as I got naked and tip-toed across the snow towards the tub.

“Are you gonna join him, Nic?” Emma asked. “Not quite fair that he is the only one with his bits out!” she laughed.

“I dunno…” he protested.

“Come on baby,” Cat joined in, “It’s not like you have anything to hide!” she teased, winking at Emma.

“So I’ve heard!” she laughed back, taking another sip of wine.

“Agreed,” I added laughingly, getting into the tub, happy to warm my shrunken balls and shrivelled dick back up. “Come on, give us the money shot!”

“Alright, alright,” he said, clearly flattered by all the attention, as he slowly, teasingly pulled down his shorts, his thick, veiny cock still looking tantalisingly hot, even in the freezing night air.

It jiggled from side to side as he walked carefully over the snow, his balls still dangling low as he lifted himself into the tub.

“Aaah… that feels better,” he said as he slipped into the steaming water, wrapping his arm around Cat.

We continued chatting and drinking wine, as I felt my dick returning to normal again in the warm liquid. Every now and again I caught myself looking at Nic’s proud member, wobbling happily in the soft blue light of the swirling water.

To my surprise, Nic decided to instigate things - sitting naked in the hot tub obviously having stoked the exhibitionist in him. “You know what, I think it’s a bit unfair really,” he started, “us guys sitting here butt naked, showing off our dicks, while you two sit here all comfy, all your nice bits covered up,” he continued laughingly, raising his eyebrows expectantly, one arm still around Cat’s shoulder.

Emma was first to respond. “Pfff, I don’t have a problem boys,” she declared, as she started undoing the string from her bikini behind her neck. As the fabric slid away, she revealed two perfectly buoyant breasts bobbing on the water’s surface, big round conical nipples; one pointing at me, the other towards Nic.

I found my lips slowly parting as I stared at her persuasively pert tits, drops of water running down over her contracting areolas. I looked over towards Nic, who mirrored my expression, pushing out his lower jaw slightly and nodding at me, lust written all over his face.

“Oh, allright then,” Cat sighed, as she unclipped her top, her smaller round breasts popping free. “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! Cheers!” she called, as we clinked our glasses together, and took big sips, staring at each other over the rims.

A while later, I felt Emma’s thigh pressing against mine as she leant over and kissed my neck. I placed my hand on her thigh and squeezed gently as I in return leant in for a snog. Our lips locked and she sucked eagerly on my tongue, as I felt my meat starting to firm up slightly from the excitement.

I saw Nic also kissing Cat, her one breast disappearing behind his hand as he cupped it. Emma wrapped her fingers around my hardening cock, gently teasing it under the water. I could tell we were all a little drunker than we thought we were, as inhibitions had completely flown out the window.

At some point, Cat announced that she was going to go get more wine. She slipped as she got out of the tub, and almost landed flat on her face in the snow, before drunkenly stumbling towards the house. We tried not to laugh, but we couldn’t help ourselves.

“She’s not really a big drinker,” Nic laughed. “Bless her!” Emma added, slurring slightly.

He watched as I continued again to kiss Emma, her hand once again found my throbbing meat in the deep blue, her grip commenced stroking it intently. My hand in turn found her crotch, stroking the thin strip of fabric up and down between her legs, as she moaned softly into my mouth.

Nic’s meat was also standing at full mast now, as he watched me pulling her bikini bottom to the side, revealing a perfectly neat pair of fleshy lips – like a skin-coloured money box slot. Running my fingers lengthways along it, I felt her opening her legs more, encouraging me to continue. Nic was sitting low in the water now, hand wrapped around his thick meat, his mouth slightly agape as he watched my fingers crawl deeper inside Emma’s fleshy gorge.

“Erm, I’m gonna go and see what is taking Cat so long…” he said after a while, as he lifted himself and his heavy appendage out, his cock emerging like a big wooden log, head first out of the swirling water.

“Don’t stay away too long mate,” I called. “All the action is happening here!” I joked, as he disappeared into the house, seemingly following behind his thick dick that swung slightly from side to side.

Not long after, I realised he was standing next to the hot tub again, holding his massive meat in his hand, very slowly stroking it.

“Where is Cat?” Emma asked through bated breaths, her voice surprised.

“Fucking passed out, she is!” he laughed. “Was hoping I could join you two in here again…” he asked, looking at my fingers still pumping into Emma’s tight slit.

“For sure,” I replied excitedly, “get in!”

He took his old spot on the opposite side again, watching us continuing our underwater frisk-fest, slowly stroking himself. As I pushed my fore and middle fingers deep inside Emma’s narrow canal, she tilted her head backwards and a deep moan escaped her lips. I saw Nic slapping his meat harder now, also clearly enjoying the show, his arm agitating the water surface further.

“I want you to fuck me…” Emma said to me as she got up, turned around facing Nic, and started lowering herself on to my lap. “Done…” I replied, as I took her hips in my hands, pulling her carefully onto the tip of my throbbing cock. “Argh.” I pulled her down more, and felt my swollen head slip past her soft, tight outer lips. “Aaargh, go slowly Pete,” she whispered, eyes closed. Cautiously I pulled her down further, finally feeling my shaft sinking in to her eager beaver.

“Argh, fuck,” she moaned, Nic answering with a “fuck, yeah mate…” from the other side. “You like that?” I asked. “Uh-huh,” they both answered simultaneously, making me chuckle at the confusion as to who the question was actually aimed at.

Once I start fucking her pussy properly, my one hand grabbed hold of a bouncing tit, massaging it, feeling her hard nipple brush against my palm as it bounced up and down, water splashing at the sides of the tub as the moaning continued.

Ploughing her pussy harder and deeper, I saw Nic licking his lips as he watched me taking her from behind and beating off under water. After a while, I whispered into her ear: “How about you give my buddy some pleasure too – you up for that?” I asked as I nibbled on her earlobe, locking eyes with Nic over her shoulder.

“Yeah… Sure…” she panted, as my meat slid in and out of her tight wet hole.

“Hey Nic… Bring that fat cock of yours closer” I said. “I think there is a pair of fantastic slippery tits that wants to help you cum.”

“Fucking ace…” he said, as he moved over closer towards us. “It’s a bit high though…” he said after looking at her bouncing breasts in front of his chest.

“Get on the seat with us, and place your feet either side of me,” I ordered him.

He stepped up, and lifted his upper half out of the water, his hard vein-heavy cock appearing above the surface not far from our faces. Leaning in closer, I grabbed hold of his legs behind his knees, steadying him. “I got ya…” I said, as I kept pumping underwater pussy.

With his meat sliding between her tits, she clamped them closed with her hands, enveloping his sticky cock in warm, wet flesh. Over Emma’s shoulder I saw his plump, swollen crimson head appear and disappear between her ample cleavage as he fucked her tits.

It was all overwhelmingly erotic, and I felt myself racing towards the inevitable creamy finishing line, as I sensed Emma’s cunt starting to contract around my throbbing cock, her orgasm also just around the corner.

“I’m close to busting!” he calls to me. “How about you, mate?” he gasps.

“Yeah, I’m close too” I replied through bated breaths, as Emma impaled herself onto my pole further, testing how deep she could take it.

“Urgh, argh, urgh, fuck, uuurgh, argh, aargh, aaargh” went a symphony of three, as each of us got our rocks off in the warm water.

I felt my cum exploding out of my cock, filling Emma’s clenching pussy with cream. At the same time I saw Nic heavily thrusting into her bouncing chest, as his cum shot out onto her neck, some over her shoulder and eventually one load splash-landing onto my smiling face behind her.

“Shit – sorry mate!” he called out, trying to catch his breath.

“No worries,” I laughed, licking my lips.

Emma slipped off my cock, turned around and licked a streak of his cum off my cheek and sucks up a drop from my chin, before kissing me deeply, my leg brushing against Nic’s fat, drooping dick under the water.

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After dinner that night, I hear the familiar notification sound on my computer. That sound that translates as: “You’ve got mail!”

I open the application, and look through the unread messages in my Inbox. I scan through the list: Gym memberships, sale announcements, special offers, Re: Hey mate… Nic.

Breathing out loudly, I open it, the message revealing a surprising amount of text. I was kind of expecting a one liner, like “fuck off,” or something along those lines. Carefully, slowly I begin reading it:

“Hey Pete. Glad you are doing good, mate. Sorry for late reply, but I was a little surprised with your message, to be honest. I wasn’t sure what to say at first… But it got me thinking - remember that time you told me about how you know how another guy’s orgasm feels? Well, I guess I can relate to that. Lot’s have also happened in my personal life, and I look at thing a little differently now, I guess. Can’t guarantee anything mate, but I recall quite a few times where I was pretty turned on around you, with not a chick in sight, so… I’ve also had a couple more bi experiences since, and I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, so cutting out the middle (wo)man kinda makes sense. And I’m sure you are an expert at handling dick by now lol. Good news is, I’ve been single for a while too – so I’m also horny as fuck, trust me! Let’s meet for a drink, if you still fancy it. Anyway, I’m free next Friday evening, if you are up for it?”

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