Taking A Ride With My Best Friend

During the last two years of high school, both me and my best friend Andi started openly talking to each other about our bi-curiosity. Carefully at first, explaining thoughts more in the context of experimentation and trying things “to known what it feels like”, rather than expressing our true full-blown homo-hungriness, that we would later learn, we both felt strongly, even from an early age.

Andi was shorter than me, but well built, with bright blue eyes and dark features, looks-wise somewhere between tanned Scandinavia and a less-hairier Spain. He also had what one might call genetically good calves and a strong sexual need, all bulging legs and only enough blood for one thing at a time. He was attractive and charming, and I was definitely attracted and charmed.

After finishing school, we both stayed in our hometown to study. He went an architectural route, while I went design. Other friends embarked on a gap year, but that's a whole other series, entirely…

During those times, we used to hang out most days, meeting up to drink, to smoke and to talk sex. As the alcohol flowed, we opened up more, telling each other of our secretive gropes and fooling fumbles with other guys, what we wanted to try and what we desired. At the end of a long night, inevitably one of us had to drive home, which was always the best and/or worst part of it all.

*     *     *     *

One Saturday afternoon, Andi asks me to accompany him to a girlfriend of his’ birthday bash, a bit of a drive out from the city, at a beautiful farmhouse on the edge of the suburbs. There are lots of people and there is also lots of drinking, but we are clearly the only two proto-faggots there, from what I could tell anyway.

I notice Andi eyeing up the hostess’ older brother, Buck. I only notice this because I’ve been silently perving over him as well, taking in his toned, tanned physique, macho mannerisms and shiny black hair and eyebrows, mischievous amber eyes quick and alive, as I imagine what he would look like fucking – all glistening sweat, flexing glutes and manly grunting.

He is obviously a bit of a man about town, as he seemed to be the centre of attention every time I see him, people swarming around him and laughing at his jokes. I don’t find him especially funny, but he is easy on the eyes and easy to mentally undress as well, so I happily observe it all while sipping a beer.

After a couple of hours we decide that this isn’t really our scene, the straightness and gay jokes flowing a little too easily, so we make our excuses and hit the road. As we’re driving back towards the city in the dusk, I mention Buck to Andi. “You noticed him too, huh?” he asks, laughing lasciviously.

“Yip,” I nod, “he was hot…” I venture further, keeping a side eye on Andi to see how he reacts to the direction I’m steering the conversation in. “I wouldn’t mind…”

Andi smiles, looking out the side of the window as we drive. “You wouldn’t mind what?” he asks, still looking at the blurring landscape, but knowing exactly what I mean.

“I wouldn’t mind getting him out of his clothes,” I start. “He looks like he’s got a great body…”

“…and a great dick too,” Andi finishes my sentence, surprising me with his directness.

“What’s a great dick then, huh?” I tease, giving him a naughty sideways smile.

“Fuck Joe, you know!” he laughs. “No I don’t!” I reply, “Tell me…”

He is quiet for a moment, as we listen to the music playing in the background. “I like a sturdy dick, not too much foreskin…” he eventually says, still looking out the window. “How about you?” he asks, turning his face, looking straight ahead, a slight smile on his face.

“Same,” I start. “I quite like a smooth cock, if you know what I mean?”

“He he,” he chuckles, “I do… I bet you Buck has a really smooth, thick cock hanging between those muscular thighs.”

“Hmm, definitely…” I muse. “I like a thick one better too,” I add, my hands suddenly feeling rather clammy on the steering wheel. “It’s nicer to grab onto, that feeling of a swollen, full firmness…”

“Yeah, me too... I’d rather have thicker and shorter, than longer and thinner,” Andi continues, now also getting into it, shifting a little in his seat.

“How about thicker and longer,” I ask with alcohol-assisted audacity, “like mine?” With that tease, I feel my pulse increasing, our horny hormones starting to fill the interior of my car, like a fast moving erotic hotbox on wheels.

He doesn’t answer immediately, just grinningly shaking his head softly and looking out of the window again. “I can’t really remember how thick or long yours is,” he finally replies. “We were quite drunk that night, Joe…” he says, his voice trailing off.

“I’m quite tipsy now too,” I laugh, winking. “How about you?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Yeah, I guess…”

“I vaguely remember yours having a nice weight and curving steeply upwards, hard as a rock…” I continue, deliberately dripping more drops of petrol on the smouldering coals. “Am I right?” I ask, giving him a quick, smirking smile.

He laughs, shaking his head. “Yes Joe. You are. Can we talk about something else…” he smilingly protests, as I see him trying to hide the first stages of his arousal, folding his hands over his lap.

“Ok,” I reply, before continuing talking about my dick instead, undeterred. “So mine curves ever so slightly to the left. My foreskin also pulls back completely when I’m totally hard, leaving my purple plum helmet exposed and ready for action,” I laugh.

He smirks in the seat next to me, as I feel the blood rushing down to my groin and starting to expand the spongy sausage in my pants. “It’s also nice and thick, I think,” I continue, my hands slipping on the steering wheel as I see Andi out of the corner of my eye adjusting his swelling crotch.

We are now already entering the outskirts of the city again, the last blue having gone from the skyline, as streetlights and traffic lights glow brightly in the dark.

“I would love to get my hands on Buck’s big dick…” I continue, breathing slightly heavier than before. “…And just fucking milk him.”

“Fuck yeah, me too,” he mumbles next to me, softly pressing his hand down onto his crotch in the darkness, sighing loudly. “I’m sure it’s firm, thick and full of creamy spunk.”

“Yeah… I also like thick jizz, rather than too watery…” I add.

“I love it when it slowly pumps out the slit and heavily flows down the shaft after the first few heavy loads…” he continues.

I sigh loudly. “Jeez, sorry Andi,” I grimace. “I’m so horny right now, I might have to take out my cock, it’s too hard too stay in my jeans,” I apologise, as I start unbuttoning my fly with one hand.

“I’m fucking horny too, it’s ok…” he replies softly, groping his hard dick through his trousers as he stares at my fingers slipping one button after another through their holes.

“Argh, that’s better…” I sigh, as finally my meat manoeuvres free out of my open fly, my foreskin rolling back in slow motion over my swelling head, like a boa coming up for fresh air.

He stares at my prick escaping out of my jeans, still slowly rising upwards. “You’re right… It is thick and long,” he says, licking his lips, his eyes suddenly intoxicated and heavy.

“Yeah?” I ask breathlessly, grabbing my shaft at the base and jiggling it.

“Yeah…” he answers, subtly stroking his cock through his trousers.

“Sometimes I use one hand above the other to wank off,” I tease, as we stop at a traffic light. “Like this,” I demonstrate, clamping my meat with both hands, pre-cum starting to escape my slit.

“Urgh,” he grunts, “that looks like fun. Jesus, I might need to join you…”

I see him also finally getting his rock hard dick out, as I pull away at the green light. We continue driving like this, the smell of cock filling the car, as street lamps temporarily illuminate our rigid, gently swaying flesh-poles for a few seconds at a time.

“Can I try?” he asks after a while, his eyes still glued to my swollen, ticking prick.

“Uh-huh,” I reply, “feel it…” as the warm fingers from one hand slip around my shaft, before he leans out of his seat towards me and clamps the other hand around as well – like a horny sloth in a fast moving car.

“Ah that feels so good,” I gasp, as he squeezes his hands around my now oozing cock. I try and reach his with my hand as well, the other still desperately gripping the steering wheel, trying to stay on the road. I can just about reach and caress his swollen head in between my fingers, also feeling his moist excitement.

“Joe…” Andi suddenly says, breathing heavily, “take a left at the next lights.”

“Where to?” I ask, through increasingly bated breath.

“There is a small park in Nicholson Street…”

Without answering, I put on my indicator, and steer the car into the left lane, as we wait for the glowing red disc to turn green. With our arms crossed above the gears, we drive towards the small, dark open space, our hands urgently feeling and groping each other’s hard, moist meats as I drive.

I park the car to the side of the green space, as we survey the area before getting out. It is deadly quiet and we close the doors carefully, silently walking towards the silhouetted trees in the distance, constantly glancing in all directions.

Once underneath a massive Willow tree, I let my cock flop out from my stomach, where my tightly held t-shirt was keeping it concealed from view. Andi follows suit, as we stand close together, pulling at each other’s warm, hard cocks with our eager hands, breathing deeply into each other’s necks, smelling sweaty excitement and bodily excretions.

“Jesus, your cock is big,” he smiles quietly, as he grabs it and squeezes it tightly in his palm, blowing air through his clenched teeth, making my already swollen head expand even more, revealing bulging veins along my shaft in the process.

“I like your sack,” I whisper, “big and heavy,” grabbing at his low hanging, ripe fruits. “I wish I had balls like that,” I smile, gently massaging them in my palm, feeling their fullness and watching his rock-hard, curved cock twitch from my touch, and expel a glistening dew drop at the end of its narrowing head, as he lets out a soft moan.

We both freeze for a split second, as I see Andi’s face illuminate, car lights briefly passing over us from someone driving towards the park, before turning away again where the roads join.

Once the red taillights start disappearing into the distance, he drops down to his knees and inspects my proud prick at a closer distance, running his nose along its length, smelling my junk and tickling my shaft with his whiskers. “Hmm, this looks tasty,” he whispers, before licking along my shaft from the head towards the base, taking in my musk emanating from my groin. “Fuck yeah...”

“Open your mouth,” I order him, scanning the dark horizon around us, before inserting my thumb and forefinger into it. Flicking my fingers open sideways, I stretch his lips, feeling his warm saliva coat my fingertips.

“You want it? Think you can take it?” I ask, still flicking my fingers, his tongue rubbing wetly against me, as he looks up pleadingly.

“Uh-huh,” he eagerly replies, spit running from his bottom lip. “Huv e in,” he mumbles, as he starts beating his rock hard prick, spit dribbling over his lower lip.

Slowly I start rotating my hips, swinging my hard cock tantalisingly close past his open mouth, as he tries to flick it with his tongue. Again, I swing it past, this time feeling his hot, soft tongue tap against my swollen, oozing cock head. On the next rotation, I softly slap the side of his cheek, smearing pre-cum along his stubble up to the corner of his mouth. Reversing direction with my hips, my dripping dick comes towards his mouth from the over side. He sticks out his tongue, flattening it out against his chin, creating a warm slippery ramp for me to load my reversing cock into his big dark loading bay of a mouth.

I let out a soft groan, as my head makes contact with his velvety, soft ramp, and my delivery starts sliding up into his waiting wet hole. “Argh…” Slowly, carefully I slide my firm flesh into his mouth, the heat intensifying immediately, as his lips closes tightly around my swollen shaft.

Andi’s cock is making wet smacking noises below where my pole is pumping in and out of his mouth, the smell of bruised grass rising up from his knees pressing down into the ground. With his other hand he grabs hold of my nuts, taking control of the rhythm with which I’m fucking his face.

Having his mouth wrapped so tightly around me feels incredible. Being outside in the open, the small park surrounded by houses makes it even hotter, the chance of being caught intensifying the pleasures we are experiencing, exposed under a tree in the middle of the suburbs.

After pressing Andi’s head as far onto my cock as it would go, he starts choking, his nose not far from my pubes. Pulling back and coughing in the still hot evening air, I see a string of spit still connecting his mouth with my dripping dick, globules of saliva glistening along it like pearls.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” I say, rubbing my hand through his hair as he catches his breath and clears his throat, his hands still tightly clamped and stroking - one around his hard shaft, one around mine.

“S’fine,” he gasps, “it felt good having you force that sausage down my throat.” He chuckles, his slightly red eyes looking up at me and smiling. “Do you wanna cum tonight?” he asks.

“Uh-huh, yeah definitely,” I answer, as he continues stroking us, now more urgently. “You too?” I ask, out of breath.

“Yeah. I feel like cumming in your mouth, or on your face…” he replies through bated breath. “How about it?”

Just then, we both hear something to our right, our heads swinging round in unison. At the other end of the park, we see a couple entering the open space with their two dogs, torchlight illuminating the way as the canines excitedly pull their owners inside, waiting to be released.

“Fuck,” Andi mutters. “Really? On a Saturday night? I’m just starting to get into it…”

I quickly help Andi up, as we turn away from them, packing swollen goods away and zipping and buttoning up as subtly as possible before a torch beam unveils our activities. “Well, we are in the middle of Suburbia…” I answer, only to receive an annoyed glance from Andi. “Yeah and?”

“Come on, let’s go and finish somewhere else,” I offer, as we quietly, nonchalantly start walking in the opposite direction to my car, our hard-ons strapped to our stomachs.

Once inside, Andi unzips again, getting his moist meat out. I follow suit. “Just drive round the corner – there,” he points towards a spot in the distance. “There is an open yard with lots of big trees and shrubs. We used to go and secretly smoke there when we were younger… We can park there and finish what we started,” he says, eagerly stroking both our cocks as I turn the key in the ignition.

A couple of minutes later, I manoeuvre the car in between a tall tree and a big leaved bush, leaving only the back fifth of the car visible from our natural leafy-garage, turning off the engine and the headlights. In the darkness I smell our cocks again, all musky and hungry for release.

“Get onto the backseat,” Andi orders me, “I wanna sit on top of you.”

Ungracefully I clamber in between the front seats towards the back, as Andi takes of his t-shirt and follows me through. With me on my back, he pulls down my jeans until around my ankles, before straddling my torso, dragging his big warm balls across my hard, oozing dick. For a second I admire his nicely toned chest with dark oval nipples, his tanned limbs elegantly wrapping around me.

He smiles at me, as I smile back. “Fuck Joe, I’m so horny…” he laughs, his eyes glowing with desire in the dark.

“Spray me with your spunk then,” I chuckle, licking my lips and looking him in the eyes, encouraging him to do what he needs for his release. I start stroking my cock behind his back, as he wiggles his body up closer to my head, also rubbing his hard, wet dick.

Looking him squarely in the eyes, I simply open my mouth and stick out my tongue, as he urgently starts flipping the skin of his cock, inching closer to my face. When his hot cock head makes contact with my warm, wet tongue he lets out a moan, “Urgh yeah,” and continues frantically stroking it, slapping it against my tongue, the taste of pre-cum spreading into my mouth.

I keep rhythm with him, our eyes still locked like magnets, as I lie pinned down in the back of my car, both of us breathing heavily, the muscles in our arms twitching and burning, our foreskins flipping rapidly back and forth over our glistening, blood-flushed cock heads like lusty hornbag hummingbirds searching for salty-sweet nectar, in the tropical interior of a  steamed up car.

“Urgh… urgh… urgh… urgh…” Andi moans on top of me, as his pre-cum starts lathering up like salty-soap on my tongue, his cock wetly rubbing against it. I feel my own juices also seeping in between my fingers; the smell of cock in the car is overwhelming, as we start to enter a tunnel with only one way out.

“Urgh, urgh, urgh…” he moans louder and louder, as I see his body tensing up, sweat running down his forehead and down his flushed chest. “Argh, argh, I’m about to shoot…” he huffs on top of me, his balls flicking back and forth against my chest hair, his thighs brushing my nipples. That’s enough to also tip me over the edge, seeing my best friend on top of me, erotically getting off, his cock pointing directly at my face.

I feel a throbbing, burning sensation spread through my shaft, my thick jizz starting to pump out of my cock. “Aaargh…” I clench my groin muscles, sending the next few loads shooting through the air, splashing onto his tanned lower back in creamy splats.

With this, Andi leans forwards, his eyes rolling back in its sockets, as he begins shooting out loads of spunk onto my tongue, then into my wide-open mouth, grunting as his sap explodes out of his curved fuck-stick. One or two loads splash onto my face, as I close my eyes, trying to keep still with the convulsions of my own orgasmic spasms.

Unexpectedly, he shoots one final load, straight up my one nostril, his body shuddering, his skin covered in orgasmic goose bumps, leaving me snorting and coughing, a chlorine-like burn spreading through my nasal cavity.

“Motherfucker,” I swear, opening up my eyes and staring at Andi with a questioning grimace.

“Fuck… Sorry!” he laughs euphorically. “No really... I didn’t plan to do that, honestly, it just happened,” he giggles. “Hang on, let me grab something,” he says, reaching for his t-shirt on the front seat.

Wiping his cum off my face and nose, he can’t keep himself from chuckling. “Sorry Joe,” he says again, trying to compose himself.

S’ok…” I mumble, my nose still stinging, as I push myself upright, Andi sliding backwards against my wet cock, suddenly feeling my expulsion all over his back, dripping down onto me again. “Fuckin’ jizz everywhere,” he laughs, starting to wipe his back as well.

After pulling up his jeans, he gets back into the passenger seat again, zipping up his fly and dubiously eyeing up his soaked shirt in his hands.

“Here… Take this,” I offer, holding out a sweatshirt that I found behind the seat. “It’s not clean-clean, but it’s better than that cum rag of yours,” I chuckle.

“Thanks,” he says quietly, pulling it over his head as I button my jeans up again, and clambering back towards the front.

We drive back in silence; listening to music and watching the empty suburban streets pass by, having already said plenty with our bodies and actions.

“Listen Joe,” Andi starts, in a tone I know all too well, “we really need to stop doing this…”

I don’t reply, keeping my eye on the road, just sighing.

“I mean, you need to… We need to find our own… Wank buddies, cum friends - whatever this is we are doing…” he continues, his words trailing off near the end.

“Why?” I ask, keeping my eyes ahead. “You don’t enjoy it?” I ask.

“No, I do. Obviously…” he replies. “I think… I just think it would be better that way. I have a feeling this will all end badly, and I don’t want that…”

“Hmm,” I reply shortly, unconvinced.

We drive further in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, streetlamps flashing by in warm amber flashes, as we travel towards his place along a deserted Deli Street.

I pull up outside his flat, leaving the engine running.

“Ok, well, thanks,” he says quietly, getting out of the car. “Listen, I’m meeting Sasha for drinks on Tuesday, if you wanna come with?”

“I can’t, I have project due for Wednesday morning…” I reply. “But what are you up to next weekend?”

“Not sure… But I’ll call you before then,” he answers, turning around and walking up the steps, cum-soaked shirt crumpled up in one hand.

I smile to myself and drive off into the night, the smell of lust still clinging to everything inside the car.

*     *     *     *

On Thursday I get a message from Andi.

“Hey, how has your week been so far? Hope your project went well yesterday. Are you coming with me to Nellie’s on Saturday night? I know you are not that keen on Tia as well, but I would like you there as an ally at least, shut that mouthy bitch up, haha. Can you get drinks? I’ll drive.”

I reply saying that I wasn’t sure about going either, but if we go together, then I can probably be persuaded. I also like the idea of driving back together, as we have a history of not always going straight home, sometimes ending up taking dark, heavy breathing, and clammy detours.

*     *     *     *

19:47 on Saturday I hear a car horn do a quick double-hoot outside my flat. I grab my keys, a bag with booze and my smokes, and walk through the courtyard toward the roller-garage door.

It is summer, and the sky still has a blue-ish orange tinge to it, as I noisily roll up the door and see Andi sitting in the driver’s seat, smoking a cigarette and grinning at me when we make eye contact.

“Hey,” he calls, smiling.

“Good evening,” I reply, smiling back.

“You got everything? Shall we go and do this?” he asks, blowing smoke out of the window.

“Yip, let’s go get fucked and offend people,” I laugh.

“Well, that shouldn’t be too difficult,” he replies chuckling, “for you, anyway…”

I give him a cocked-eyebrow look that says, “Takes one to know one,” as I close the door and we drive off into the creeping half-light, to a dinner party where the only person we actually like is the hostess.

*     *     *     *

Dinner turned out much better than we anticipated. Nellie also invited two other homos, Curtis and Richard, a couple she knows from class, and they turned out to be a blast, their cut-throat campy theatrics balancing out the high-brow philosophising lectures of Tia & co.

Curtis is good at pouring a drink, bringing out Nellie’s fun side, while Richard is adept at a witty and harsh backbite, leaving everyone in stitches throughout the night. One memorable one, referring to Tia as “it”, being: “Well, for someone that is dressed like a dog’s dinner, it surely is opinionated on visual aspects of communication…” Face cracks and snorting into drinks galore.

As people start leaving at the end of the night, me and Andi are left with Nellie, Rich and Curtis, finishing the last bottle of wine, laughing and joking about the evening and happenings.

“Thanks to you four fags, I probably won’t have any friends left after tonight,” Nellie laughs, taking another sip of wine.

“You’re welcome!” Curtis exclaims.

“No offence, but they were all a boring bunch of cunts anyway… You’ll thank me later,” Rich adds, shooting her a wicked smile. “Anyway, we should be off too. I have to work tomorrow morning early. Gotta try and sustain our imaginary fabulous life, you know…”

“Are you two staying or going as well?” Nellie asks, with slightly bloodshot eyes and blue-ish teeth, skid marks from too much wine.

“No, I think I’m hitting the road too,” Andi replies. “You driving with me?” he asks, looking at me with blurry eyes.

“Guess so,” I answer, trying to conceal my anticipation, hoping that he is also feeling a need for release. After saying our goodbyes, we walk over to his car in comfortable silence, get in and buckle up.

“Oooohf…” Andi quietly exclaims as he turns the ignition. “Shouldn’t have had that last glass, I’m a little more inebriated than I though - this is asking for trouble…”

“Yeah, I’m plastered too,” I reply excitedly, experiencing that familiar warm feeling of lust travelling through my body to my extremities.

As we drive home, I listen to his breathing, listening for an increase or an indication of desire. Disappointingly there seems to be no hunger or swellings on Andi’s side of the car, as he yawns repeatedly and stay focussed on the road while I grope my swelling cock in my trouser leg, seemingly heading straight to mine.

“Argh, can’t wait to get in my bed…” he sighs.

“Hmm, me too…” I reply, actually over-optimistically referring to his, rather than my own.

“There we are Joe-Joe, home sweet home,” he says smilingly, parking outside my place.

“Err, ok, thanks…” I mumble, a combination of confusion, disappointment, and annoyance.

“I’ll give you a call tomorrow – maybe go for a drink or something,” he says as I get out the car.

“Sure,” I answer shortly, closing the door, and walking up to the roller door as my hard cock starts drooping slowly in between my legs.

“Night,” he calls behind me.

“Yeah, night,” I answer, not turning around, hearing him drive off.

*     *     *     *

Late the next morning, I wake up from my phone buzzing on the table next to my throbbing head.

I sit up in bed, grimace a little as I feel the room wobble slightly, and rub my hair, before noticing streaks of dried cum on my chest and stomach, flaking off my skin as I move. I also see the hair on the first joints of my fingers stuck together with what looks like dried glue, slowly remembering that I had a frantic jerk-off fest when I got home last night, shooting my hot, wet desires all over myself before disappointedly falling asleep.

I pick up my phone and read the text: “Hey, hope you not feeling as shit as I do this morning. Fancy a bite to eat, and a drink to make it all magically go away? Gimme a call when you are up.”

After having a shower, and washing my letdowns off my skin, I force a coffee down my throat and have a mild tidy-up around the small flat, in the hope that an ordered environment might encourage a slightly more ordered mind.

Just before midday I call Andi, and we agree to go for late brunch at a bar-type restaurant that is normally frequented by loud sports-lovers on weekdays and their families on weekends, but that is close by and has good hangover-friendly selection of feel-good snacks.

I get dressed, grab my keys and roll open the garage door, slowly backing the car out of the narrow courtyard, on my way to pick up my best friend.

*     *     *     *

We arrive at the banal venue, and it is luckily pretty quiet for Sunday, as we find a high table in a corner close to the bar, away from the screens showing sports in the main space. Ordering chicken wings, nachos and fries, we sit lazily chatting and washing it all down with a beer, scanning the clientele for any potential hetero-hotness we can perv over. One beer turns into two, glides into three, and inevitably spills into four, as our conversations turns more serious and more frivolous at the same time.

“Do you remember Pierre?” Andi asks me.

“The friend of Mik you swopped saliva and semen with?” I reply drily.

“Yeah, that one,” he laughs.

“Yeah, what about him?” I smile.

“I think you two need to hook up,” he says, looking me dead in the eye, catching me by surprise.

“Huh? What do mean?” I ask nervously.

“Well, I just think you two will be really compatible. You like the same things… sexually,” he says carefully. “He like a big dick,” he laughs, “and yours is definitely bigger than his!”

“Ok!” I laugh, “but you also like big dick – don’t you?”

He goes silent and looks down. “What?” I ask, my eyes questioning.

“I do. But… Like I said the other night, we should stop fooling around with each other Joe…” he says, looking up at me again.

“But you enjoy it Andi, I know you do,” I say, laughing, trying to hide my hurt at what is transpiring.

“I know, but I just think… I know you two will also have fun,” he continues, avoiding the underlying topic and perhaps trying to not hurt my feelings any more. “As I said, he likes a thick, sturdy dick - like yours. And he likes hairy guys too…”

“Hm-hmmm,” I reply, taking a big gulp of beer.

“Yeah, and he really likes eating ass. I know you’ve told me you still want to try that…”

“He does?” I ask, a little surprised by how intrigued I suddenly feel by that information.

Andi smirks. “Oh yeah. And, don’t take this the wrong way, but he also like going straight for it, you know?”

“What does that mean?” I question.

“Well… He doesn’t like wasting too much time getting to the money shot, if you know what I mean. Like you.”

I pull my face backwards, in a disagreeing way. “Do I?”

“I think so…” he replies, smiling tenderly at me. “Everyone is different, gets off in different ways, and I feel you two are quite similar in that respect and will have a lot of fun together. He would gobble up that massive meat of yours like cock-candy,” he laughs, taking a big sip from his bottle.

“You think?” I ask, smiling.

“I know so! His cock is also quite thick, especially around the base, but yours is longer and juicier. Pierre would milk you dry,” he grins.

“Well, I can really do with a milking to be honest,” I laugh. “Does he also like his ass getting eaten?” I ask.

“He does, but I wasn’t so into it, not really my thing, eating ass,” he replies matter-of-factly. “Love having it done to me though…” he laughs.

“Um, ok, well… This is a little embarrassing…” I stumble.

“What is?” Andi chuckles.

“Not only have I not been eaten out before, but I’ve not done it to someone else either, and… um… I was wondering…”

“You want some tips?” Andi laughs.

“Err, I guess!” I laughingly reply. “Tips on what feel good.”

“Ok,” he says, taking another sip of beer. “This goes for both sides: You need to make sure you are clean and fresh. Unless you wanna eat shit!” he laughs, as I shake my head, then encourage him to continue.

“And then start slowly, just pull his cheeks apart, rubbing a moist finger or hand in his crack, warming op his hole, you now?” he explains, as I nod.

“Then once you feel his asshole relax or flinch less, you can start running a wet finger around it and massaging it. At this point he should already be breathing heavily and moaning a little - that’s unavoidable!” he laughs.

“After that you can slowly start brushing your stubble over his sensitive hole, tickling it, smelling his musky valley,” he continues, as I feel a warm sensation spreading in my groin.

“With enough spit to coat it, first just lick over his hole, holding your tongue flat, like how a dog licks, you know?” he asks, as I also sense him getting turned on by our theme.

“Then as his hole relaxes, you can start making your tongue firmer, and start using the tip to push into it more and tickling it. He should be fuckin’ begging for that massive meat of yours by now!” he laughs, his eyes full of desire.

“Ok, and do I play with his balls or cock at the same time? What’s his balls like anyway?”” I ask, also feeling my lust trickling down my heavy shaft.

“They are about the same size as mine, well, maybe not quite, but dangling and full,” he breathes.

“To be honest, you have the best nuts I’ve ever felt – so firm and heavy, it feels amazing massaging it,” I add breathlessly.

“Fuck yeah, he would like that too, the way you squeezed and pulled on my sack the other night in the park felt incredible,” he replies, as we both take another sip of our almost empty bottles.

“And then I can stroke him too while I wash his hungry hole with my tongue?” I ask, looking Andi in the eyes, my lust reflected in his.

“Absolutely, and don’t be afraid to pull it back between his legs so you can lick it too. That feels amazing,” he replies.

“So alternate between licking your hole and sucking your rock-hard shaft from behind, yeah?” I ask, feeling horny as fuck.

“Yeah, and make sure to smack that big dick of yours at the same time,” he replies through bated breath, also clearly extremely aroused.

“Fuck, I might need to practice on you!” I add laughingly, hardly concealing my intentions. “I’m sure you can instruct me in the ins-and-outs of how to make you properly squirm and ooze,” I add, my eyes burning with desire.

“You don’t actually need much instruction Joe, you are quite good at making me ooze just fine,” he shoots back, as we booth stare hornily at each other across the bar table.

“I need to go for a piss,” I say finally, as I get up awkwardly, trying to hide my raging hard-on.

“Good luck trying to aim down with that,” Andi calls behind me, laughing, as people from other tables look over.

When I get back, Andi goes as well, as I finish my beer. When he returns, he downs his too, placing his empty bottle down on the table. “But I’m serious, you and Pierre would have a cum-fest together, really…”

Feeling forward and spurred on by horniness, I reply. “I’m serious too though - can I practice on you?”

Andi just laughs and shakes his head. “Come on – let’s get out of here before we say something that will get us into trouble with these people.”

Walking to my car, I see him from behind sticking his hand deep into his pocket and adjusting his package, making his jeans stretch tightly across his firm little butt, only making me want to taste it even more.

Once inside the car, I unzip my fly and pull my dick out. “What are you doing?” he asks, staring at my hard cock subtly ticking higher, like the stuck seconds arm on a broken clock.

“It’s too hard to stay in my pants,” I answer matter-of-factly. “You can take yours out too if it feels more comfortable,” I laugh, as turn the key, and start backing the car out.

“You’re fucking seeping pre-cum now as well…” he notes disapprovingly, when we stop at the traffic lights, as I look down and see a nice fat blob of clear dew glistening at the end of my swollen head.

“Hmmm, I am,” I say happily, swiping it up with my finger, and sensually sucking on it, savouring my juices. “Yummy…”

Andi doesn’t say anything, just keeps staring at my exposed, throbbing cock, his mouth slightly agape as I become aware of him also breathing heavily again. At the next lights, I see another drop escaping my slit.

“Here’s more…” I laugh. “Fuck, I’m so horny right now! Want some?” I ask, holding my wet finger out towards him.

He hurriedly unbuttons his jeans and pulls his unsurprisingly hard dick out, before grabbing my finger and eagerly sucking it in his mouth, making me let out a moan. “Aargh… You feel the same then?”

“Uh-huh,” he answers, lightly flicking his foreskin up and down, staring at my oozing meat, as I run my hand up in a ring along my shaft, forcing more pre-cum out. This time he helps himself, as his finger swipes forcefully across my slit, then disappears in between his moist lips.

Feeling confident in the visual signals, I decide to lay down the gauntlet. “So, where shall I eat your ass, your place or mine?”

He hesitates a little, before mumbling an answer: “Your place is closer.” I look over at him, our eyes making contact as we lustfully look at each other. “Ok then,” I reply, “Then you show me exactly how you like it, how to make you beg for it, alright?”

“Yeah,” he replies through bated breath, his fingers curling around my moist meat, as he noisily strokes us both all the way home.

*     *     *     *

With the car safely inside the courtyard, we waste no time getting out of our clothes, as a trail of t-shirts, jeans and excitement-stained underwear lead to the door.

Pushing me down onto the sofa, Andi kneels down on the seat next to me and starts swallowing my dick desperately, like someone who hasn’t eaten for weeks. After gagging and pulling out a thick string of saliva, he chuckles, wiping his mouth. “So big…”

He then clambers over me onto the sofa, and comes at my pulsating prick from the other side, his hard dick swinging inches away from my face. I tease it with my tongue, licking at every time it comes close enough, until he shuffles back a little, lowering it within easy reach of my mouth.

Forcefully I suck it in, making him gasp. “Ah, fuck…” For a few minutes we lie on the sofa, him on top of me, as we noisily sixty-nine each other, wet slurping noises and moans filling my front room.

“Uhmmm… Uhmmm… Argh… Uhmm, urgh… Uhmmm…”

After a while I pull his iron rod out of my pre-cum filled mouth. “I want to eat that asshole of yours. You need to talk me through exactly how you want it…” I pant, Andi’s lips still air-tightly sealed around my swollen shaft.

With a loud pop, he let’s it slip out of his mouth, trying to catch his breath. “Uh-huh… Let’s go to your bed…. That would… be easier…”

Grabbing me firmly by my cock, he pulls me behind him into my room, before getting on to all fours on my bed, looking back at me over his shoulder with hungry eyes. I climb onto the bed behind him, taking his firm ass in my hands, and massaging his cheeks, his hand shooting back to his dick, stroking it eagerly.

“Oh yeah… That’s good…” he mumbles, as I rub his globes and start pulling them apart. “Argh, yeah… Open me up…”

My cock has never been this hard before as I sit on my knees, kneading my best friends butt in my hands like bread dough, seeing his asshole pull, contract and stretch over and over again, pre-cum spilling out of my slit.

I swipe it up with my thumb, and pulling one butt cheek to the side, I start smearing my viscous clear gel around his hungry hole, making him moan. “Argh yeah, urgh… that feels so good… smear my hole.”

“You like that?” I ask, my thumb slowly, but with pressure circling his back door, rubbing over the tiny bumps and little folds of his slowly opening flesh fist.

“You’re doing really well… You’re making me fucking wet…” he pants. “Start pushing into it more now…” he orders breathlessly over his shoulder. Slowly I start rubbing my thumb directly over and into the crater of his tight little starfish, feeling it softly easing up, allowing me to push deeper.

“Argh Joe, urgh, uhmm… uhmm… fuck… argh…”

My cock is so hard and swollen, ticking in time to my rapid heartbeat, I’m scared that if I touch it, there might be a cream explosion immediately. I pull my thumb away and lean in with my face, rubbing my chin in his moist valley, smelling sweat, musk and pre-cum aromas rising up from the frictional heat.

“How am I doing?” I mumble from between his clammy butt cheeks.

“Uh-huh, urgh… argh… yeah… don’t stop… uhmm… uhm…uuurgh…”

Flattening out my tongue, I lick all the way from his heavy, dangling nutt sack, up across his perineum, slowly over his twitching hole, and flicking it up through his butt cleavage towards his lower back, tasting his salty, sweaty, horny tingling skin.

“Get that tongue inside me, I want to feel it…” he gasps, still smacking his moist meat.

After teasingly running my flat tongue through the entire course again, I start focussing on his desired request, flicking his anus with the tip of my wet tongue.

“Hmm, hmm, aaah yeah, hmm, urgh…” he continues moaning, turning me on even more, my cock swollen to bursting point with veins new clearly visible along my thick shaft.

Eventually, I start pushing my wet, warm tongue into his dark hole, making him squirm and press his face into a pillow, masking his deep, loud moans. It feels incredible licking right inside his asshole, tasting him from inside, feeling his ass completely swallow up my face, making it hard to breathe.

“Fuck Joe… Argh…” he pants as I come up for air. “Jesus, just do with me what you want, use me, I don’t care… It’s so good…”

“Yeah? Am I doing ok?” I gasp.

“Fuck yeah,” he laughs, “you’re a natural… Do you wanna stick that thick cum-stick inside me too? I’m so wet and horny, I want to ride that dripping dick…”

Knowing that I won’t last even thirty seconds inside of his tight little pink fist, I suggest otherwise. “Can I make you cum like this? I want to feel you clench around my face…”

“Sure,” he pants, “just keep going…”

Grabbing his swinging balls from behind, it warmly fills my hand, as I start fucking him with my tongue, keeping it rigid and letting it slide in as far as my mouth would allow.

His moans start escalating, together with the speed his hand is jerking his hard cock, as I frantically shove my tongue in and out of his gaping asshole, my wet meat smearing pre-cum onto his thigh as I move in closer.

“Oh yeah…” he gasps, out of breath. “Cum over my balls from behind, make them dripping wet…”

“Uh-huh,” I murmur from behind his cheeks, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine, as he lets out a deep loud moan.

“I’m close, I’m close!” he pants. “Argh, argh, argh, argh!”

I grab hold of my cock and start frantically stroking, pre-cum lubing my hand as it slips back and forth over my fat, swollen head. Instantly, I start feeling the burning sensation of semen travelling through my tubes.

With my tongue still filling his squirming hole, I feel my juices explode out of me, shooting straight up from where I’m holding it aimed at his balls, as I moan loudly into his asshole, trying not to bite my own tongue off in the throws of extacy.

The sensation of hot splashing cum on his nuts sets Andi off as well, as he starts pumping out a massive load onto my bed, with force and volume I haven’t seen from him before. “Aaaaargh, aaargh, fuck, uuuurgh…”

His eyes are closed, his body spasms and his crack clenches around my sweaty face, as he finishes unloading into what looks like a half-dozen melted candles on my duvet.

“Fuck man, that was intense…” he finally mutters, as he flops down onto his back, oblivious to the communal puddle of cum underneath him, closing his eyes.

“Fuck yeah…” I reply, still catching my breath, squeezing the last few drops from my drooping dick, gently stroking his leg.

I can almost see the dirty-minded milkiness drain from his eyes, as he suddenly sits up and looks at me with a serious face, as reality comes back into focus.

“Where’s our clothes?” he asks, almost urgently.

“Most of it is outside, I guess,” I half chuckle. “I think your underwear is next to the sofa though…”

He gets up, walks over to the living room where I hear the elastic waistband snap onto his hips, as he ventures outside for the rest. Coming back in fully dressed, he looks at me almost shyly. “Err, I guess I kinda need to get going. Do you mind dropping me off at home Joe?”

“Yeah, no problem,” I answer, sensing his unease with the situation, having shared way more than he initially wanted to, especially after the motivation for his chat with me earlier.

“I’m just getting my stuff, then we can go,” I say smiling, as he lights a cigarette in the courtyard, folding his arms.

We drive to his place in silence, still smelling of spunk, the taste of his asshole still on my tongue and on my lips. Just before we arrive, he starts talking.

“Listen Joe…” he starts, as I think to myself: “Here we go again...”

“I’m sorry we did all of that, it wasn’t really my plan…” he continues.

“I know,” I answer. “But I’m not sorry, it felt great…” I add.

“You know what I mean. I really want this to stop,” he replies, looking at me with emotional, sad eyes.

“I know…” I answer again, as we take the last corner before his flat, thinking to myself that I’ve heard all this before, but keeping stumm, knowing lust to be more powerful than rationality.

“Ok, that’s settled then…” he says solemnly, in a way you’d think someone had died, rather than a few million sperms simply slowly drying out on my bed. “Thanks for the ride home,” he half-smiles, as he gets out.

“You’re welcome Andi,” I answer, smiling knowingly. “Until next time…”