Taking A Ride With My Best Friend

Since eating out his ass, and consequently cumming all over his nutt sack a couple of Sundays ago, Andi and I haven’t had much alone time together. There is no specific awkwardness between us, but I do get the sense that he is trying to avoid another drunken self-control-fail with me.

As it happens, an old mutual school friend of ours, Claus, is having his twenty-first birthday bash, as I receive an invite through the post. Not long after, I get a call from Andi.

“Hey, how you?”

“Good, good… You?” I reply.

“You know, as good as it gets!” he laughs. “My course is a right pain at the moment – we’ve got so much practical work to get done, it’s a joke…”

“Hmm, tell me about it. I can do with a getaway really!” I agree.

“Talking of…” he continues, “Did you by chance get an invite from Claus?”

“Yeah… By post. Fucking old school, huh?” I laugh.

Andi chuckles on the other end. “Yeah, good ol’ Claus… Anyway. Are you going?”

“I want to, but I’m not sure about the other people there… I mean, I like Claus, and we all got on well as 16 year olds, but you know he has moved in much more conservative, close minded straight circles since then…” I say, trailing off.

“Yip, last time I saw him, he was having a drink with some real loud jock-type dudes, all wearing sport gear and singing football songs. So I’m a little hesitant too, especially as it’s quite a drive, plus a sleepover…”

“My thoughts exactly,” I answer.

“But I would go if you go… Maybe we drive there together?” he asks optimistically.

I feel my eyebrows lift. “Sure, why not,” I reply, smiling to myself.

His voice is full of relief as he answers. “Great. Also…” he continues, lowering his voice, “I’ve still got some caps of ephedrine, by the way…” he laughs mischievously.

“Oh, we are definitely gonna need those!” I exclaim. “Good idea, Andi.”

He chuckles. “I thought that. Am I driving or are you?”

“Well, by the sound of it, we’ll both be driven!” I joke. “I’ll drive, I don’t mind,” I finally say.

“Hey, I’m really looking forward to it…” he says softly on the other end, as I invisibly nod at the other.

“Yeah, me too. It starts around 18:00 I think… Don’t wanna be there too early. Pick you up round 18:15, 18:30?”

“Perfect. See you then,” he chirps.

“Ciao.”

*     *     *     *

At around 18:00 on Saturday afternoon, I throw a small weekend tog-bag into my car, containing a toothbrush, aftershave, clean undies and a fresh t-shirt. I also load in a crate of drinks, and a few packets of ciggies – knowing it’s going to be a long night of drinking, smoking, and possibly clenching teeth.

Outside Andi’s I hoot two times in quick succession, our known signal to each other. Seconds later he appears, all smiles, with his own small bag and some more drinks.

“Hey,” I call.

“Hey-hey,” he answers, as we smilingly make eye contact, taking in each other for a few seconds, before I speak again.

“Ready?”

“Let’s do it,” he replies.

After driving through the suburbs, we get onto the highway, heading about an hour’s drive north, to the party venue on a farm, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. As soon as we are on the highway, Andi rummages through his shorts' pockets, eventually pulling out a small plastic bag containing six small blue & white capsules.

“Ta-dah!” he exclaims, swinging the clear plastic between his fingers, looking at me with a naughty smile. “Shall we?”

I shake my head and laugh. “Already? Let’s just take two now, we can top up with the last one a bit later.”

“Ok,” he replies. “Save these two for later…” he whispers, returning them to his pocket. We each gulp two down with water, and look at each other like two naughty schoolboys. “Gonna be an interesting night,” I chuckle.

Half an hour or so later, I can start feeling the ephedrine slowly taking effect, as the speed of our conversation increases, my awareness of my surroundings becoming sharper, and a light feeling of euphoria starts swishing through my veins, the car speeding steadily up north. Not long after, Andi pulls two bottles of beer from the behind the backseat, opening them with his lighter. 

“Here you go,” he says, handing me one. The icy-cold liquid feels amazing slipping down our throats, both of us exhaling with a satisfied “Aaah…” at the end.

“Great thing about these pills are that you can drink as much as you like, but you never really feel drunk, the chemicals simply over-rides that, is over-rides a word, anyway, it keeps you awake and chatty!” he laughs, his delivery already picking up pace.

“And makes one incredibly horny in the end…” I think to myself, knowing from experience, as we clinks our bottles and turn the music up.

As the ephedrine effects increase, we are completely absorbed in the music and talking at breakneck speed, nodding eagerly at each others comments and enjoying an overwhelming feeling of energy and excitement, becoming ever more tactile with each other. Me touching his leg to emphasise a point, or him placing his hand on my neck, stroking up towards my hair, sending shivers and goose bumps shooting all along our tingling skins.

By the time we arrive at the venue, we are totally buzzing, eagerly greeting everyone and having quick paced conversations. Luckily most of the other folks are already quite drunk, and can’t tell the difference – drugs being the last thing they expect here.

As we move separately from conversation to conversation, we keep making eye contact with each other, mischievously grinning from a distance, acknowledging the secret we share. There are quite a few hot guys here, but mostly attached to a girl, the crowd being, as we suspected, very straight and narrow, with lots of talk of sports, engagements and other strange, foreign ideas.

When our routes finally cross again we share a smoke, and have a quick catch-up on who we’ve seen, how weird everyone seems and how amazing we feel. Each time we pass the cigarette from one hand to another, and our fingers touch, there seems to be an electrical spark that sends waves of euphoria rushing through our bodies.

“I’m gonna take the other tablet,” Andi whispers to me, looking around. “Do you want yours as well?” His breath on my ear makes my whole neck break out in scintillating goose bumps.

“Yeah, go on…” I reply. “Actually, I need to go for a piss, I’ve already had quite a few drinks. I’ll take it when I get back.”

“I’ll come with, I have to go too. We can just take it in there,” he replies, winking at me.

We walk off to the toilets that are situated in a smaller building outside the main space, away from where couples are barbequing or sitting around the big fire chatting. A big jock-like guy comes out of the men’s, just as we are about to enter.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” he asks, fist bumping each of us.

“Not much, not much, just need to go for a slash! Had so many drink already, I feel like I'm gonna burst!” Andi replies at a fast pace, as I rapidly nod my head in agreement.

“Err, right…” the jock replies, continuing on his way, but looking over his shoulder at us in a confused matter.

After relieving ourselves at the urinals and stealing sideways glances at each other’s dicks as we do, Andi hands me the other tablet. “Jeez, I’m already so fucked, this is gonna be interesting!” he laughs, before necking his.

“Me too,” I chuckle. “And horny,” I add, “starting to get so fuckin’ horny! Need to try and find an attractive, willing, drunk-enough participant,” I joke. “And that’s gonna be difficult here…”

“I second that,” he chuckles, stroking my neck in the safety of the dark, as we walk back to the fire.

We continue drinking and chatting up a storm, fuelled by the chemicals pulsing through our veins, all the while smoking like chimneys. Eventually around 2am the party is noticeably quieter, and by 4am only the die-hard drunks are still out, laughing loudly and speaking incoherently with each other, clumsily stumbling about.

“Jesus, look at these crazies, they are starting to freak me out a bit…” I muse out loud, as Andi nods eagerly in agreement.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he suggest, winking with his head.

We go past the car, and collect our things, agreeing to go and have a look at the sleeping quarters, see if there is a quiet space somewhere we can chill in peace.

Turns out this venue was some sort of school camping facility in olden days, with a row of adjoining separate rooms, featuring bunk beds and not much else. As we walk along the corridor, it is pretty quiet, apart from hearing a whisper here and there as the last folks try and get comfortable for a few hours sleep. As we anxiously poke our heads into the last door, we see that it is completely unoccupied, and simultaneously let out a soft sigh of relief.

Once inside, Andi locks the old squawking metal door from inside with the bolt. “I really don’t want any of those drunk freaks to come crashing in here later, my nerves won’t be able to cope with that!” he fires, as I laugh out loud, having had the same thoughts.

We each take a bunk bed on opposite sides of the long narrow room, and place our stuff in the space in between. We lie down and continue softly chatting and laughing, as we both start feeling drowsy, the vast amounts of alcohol we ingested finally getting the overhand.

*     *     *     *

“Joe, are you awake?” I suddenly hear, as I must have dozed off for a while. I look over to Andi, who is looking at me.

“Yeah - why?” I ask, slowly working out where I am again.

“I’m so horny right now… How about you?” he whispers back, as I see his hand moving steadily under the blanket.

I watch him for a few seconds, lying there looking at me, stroking his cock, before I answer. “Take the blanket off Andi, I wanna see how horny you are,” I whisper, my hand also travelling down south. 

He pulls the blanket away, and I see the side profile of his curved cock sticking out above his short.

"Take off your clothes, so I can see properly,” I softly order him, as I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my cock growing rapidly firmer and warmer.

He pushes off his shorts and pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing his tanned, toned body, his dick like a horn impaling him from underneath.

“You too,” he says. “I wanna see that thick cock.”

I pull off the blanket, then my shirt, and getting rid of my shorts, giving him a clear side view of my growing cock, slowly ticking firmer and upwards.

“Do you wanna knock one out with me?” he asks, keeping his voice low.

“Yeah, lets rub some out,” I reply hornily, as I also start stroking my swollen dick.

We lie on our backs, watching each other from the side humping into our fists, as we start breathing in unison, drilling for oil. I see Andi spitting into his palm, before I hear the unmistakable moist, smacking sounds of a hard cock being wetly urged to produce glistening pearls of it’s own. I follow suite, also noisily rubbing my moist meat with my own saliva, my eyes glued to his. As we start softly moaning, Andi throws back his head, concentrating on the sensation, before looking up again, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

“What is it?” I ask.

He starts chuckling. “There is a hole in the mattress above me. A big hole… Guess we are not the only ones to get horny in here…” he softly laughs, stroking his rod again.

“No way!” I whisper. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, smiling at me. “About as thick as your cock, actually…” he says, lustfully looking me in the eye.

Without saying anything, I get up from the bed, walk over to his, still whacking my hard cock. I climb onto the top bunk and pull away the sheet. There it is: A perfectly round hole, at exactly the right location on the mattress. I look through the gap, to see Andi’s eye smilingly looking back up at me. I position myself over the hole, carefully lying down and lowering my prick into it. I feel it brush past the foamy inner and come out the other side, my balls squashed against the mattress.

Two seconds later I feel Andi’s warm, moist fingers around my shaft, pulling me down further against the bed. “Aaargh,” I moan, as he starts gently stroking my throbbing cock, all the blood rushing down into it.

Suddenly all the tingling and euphoria from the ephedrine is back in full effect, as Andi starts milking me like a calf, desperate for his father’s thick, creamy milk. I hear him spit again, before feeling a slippery, warm sensation around my shaft as he changes hands, continuing his quest for dick-dairy.

“Are you jerking off too?” I ask in a muffled tone, my voice vibrating through the mattress, my face pressed into it.

“Yeah, I am,” he whispers, before spitting again. “Can you hear me know?” he asks, as he noisily strokes his saliva-drenched dick, his balls slapping against his inner thighs, the smell of ripe cock starting to fill the small room.

“Ah, fuck yeah,” I moan into the bed, “slap our meats.”

“I’m completely buzzing again,” he whispers in between the smacking noises, “feeling your thick dick in my hand and having rushing waves of tingles is incredible…”

“Yeah, me too…” I reply.

I feel his hand pausing, then a pulling sensation on my cock, the bedsprings squeaking, before a hot, wet softness envelops my head, as he takes it in his hungry mouth.

“Oh man… Aaargh… Hmm…” I softly moan, as my best friend noisily sucks on my swollen jizz-pole, that hangs heavily through this school-trip glory hole for boys.

He pulls my meat out his mouth with a loud “pop”, breathing loudly for a few seconds. “You taste so good…” he gasps, before eagerly milking it further with his soft lips, as I feel pre-cum seeping down into his mouth.

“Urgh… Argh, argh…Uurgh…” I continue moaning into the mattress, thrusting my hips into the bed below. The ephedrine not only makes one horny, but also adds the power to last longer, and by the time I’m starting to feel my climax crawling within reach, even Andi is begging for it from below.

“I want you to spray your spunk all over me…” he pants in between taking breathers from absolutely sucking the living daylights out of my red-flushed fuck-stick. “Fuckin’ splash me with your cream, I want it…”

“Urgh, I’m close… almost… argh… keep milking… ah yeah… I’m gonna cum!”

Andi sucks me like a vacuum cleaner, as I feel him pulling my jizz right out of my nuts, using my cock like a thick meaty straw, selfishly sucking out my salty milkshake. I feel myself explode into his mouth with great intensity, as I moan loudly, pressing my face into a pillow. He eagerly swallows the loads as they come flowing out, but pulls away to let a few shots splash onto him, using my spunk to wetly wank himself over the edge too.

“Argh, smack, urgh, smack, uurgh, smack, uuurgh, smack-smack-smack, Uuuuurgh! Uurgh… Urgh…”

Exhausted I lie face down on the bed above, hearing his breathing also slowing down gradually, as we both fall into a light, euphoria tinged half-sleep. I feel my cock slowly shrinking up into the hole, still lazily seeping out cum that eventually drips down onto Andi’s splattered body in long slow descending clear strands.

*     *     *     *

When I wake up, I find Andi already up, getting dressed, looking the way I feel: Slightly panicked and edgy, with anxiety and exhaustion written across his face.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“Hey,” I reply softly, pulling my soft cock out from its snug little cave in the mattress. “How long have you been awake?” I ask.

“Not that long,” he whispers, “but I can’t just lie here anymore, I find this room a little claustrophobic to be honest. I’m going outside for a smoke…”

“Ok,” I reply, rolling onto my side and shutting my eyes again.

But I also find, the chemicals in my system is not allowing me to rest properly, and after rolling around, sweating and being uncomfortable, I decide to get up too.

I get dressed, and find Andi sitting outside having a smoke, watching the sunrise over the trees in the distance. It is deadly quiet, everyone having crawled into a hole somewhere, the only sounds being birds excitedly announcing the day. Without speaking, he offers me his smoke. We sit there in silence, watching the sun come up as our minds and bodies come crashing down. After finishing it, I put it out on the ground, blowing out a massive plume of smoke.

“There grass in that?” I ask, coughing.

“Uh-huh,” he answers. “I thought that would take the edge off things this morning…”

“Fair enough…” I reply.

“Come on,” he says, getting up, “let’s get out of here before these freaks wake up.”

He holds out his hand, pulling me up, and I notice dried flakes of cum flaking from it, falling to the ground like sinful little snowflakes.

We drive back in comfortable silence, totally engrossed in the music, the THC making the drive back way more bearable than I thought possible under the circumstances.

As Andi gets out in front of his place, he walks round the car and leans in at the driver’s side window, squinting in the early morning sun. “I might need to ask you for an odd favour next weekend concerning a project I have to do. I’ll call you before then. OK?”

“Sure,” I reply, too stoned and exhausted to enquire any further, the pull of my bed being stronger than conversation at the moment. “Ciao. Thanks for the spliff.”

“No worries. Have a good rest,” he calls over his shoulder, walking off, as I hazily venture on home.

*     *     *     *

The whole of Sunday is a write-off, with a mixture of shivers, sweating, hunger pains without actual appetite and, to top things off, a splitting headache. But I guess that’s the price to pay for a night of over indulgence, on every level. The only plus side being that I don’t have an immediate need to shoot my load at the moment, my balls feeling quite empty and hollow, like my head.

By the time Monday morning arrives, I feel pretty normal again, but not particularly pretty, a heavy weekend painted in dark circles under my eyes. My course keeps me relatively busy, and before I know it, three days have flown past and the previous weekend’s excesses are a thing of the past.

Thursday afternoon I receive a text from Andi, asking if I want to meet him for a beer after class at Slo-Mo’s, a laid back bar on the main strip.

I arrive late afternoon, to find Andi already there, sitting at a high table in the long side ally leading towards the back bar. There are two bottles on the table, still cold, one two-sips emptier than the full one.

“I got you a beer, hope this one’s OK?” he asks, smiling at me as I plonk myself down with a huff.

“Yeah, perfect, thanks…” I reply, clinking my bottle against his. “Cheers.”

“Hard day?”

“Hard week,” I chuckle, before taking a big gulp.

“You as well, huh?” he laughs.

“Tell me about it…”

“So, I wanna talk to you about this project I have to do, that I need your help with… if you are up for it,” he begins, taking another sip.

“Yeah? What is it then – you said on Sunday morning something about an odd request?” I ask, placing down my bottle and getting out my packet of fags.

“Err, yesss….” he says, hissing the last sounds. “Um, I need to produce a visual document with the theme Exploration/Expansion/Eventuality, a kind of creative exercise we can interpret any way we wish really, but making it specific to one’s own personality, situation, psyche, blah-blah-blah…”

“Uh-huh,” I reply, “sounds interesting.”

“Hmm. And I was thinking of using photography to capture images of those three, shall we say, stages…”

“OK, and you need me to help you with equipment?”

“Err, yeah… kind of!” he chirps.

“What’s odd about that?” I ask, taking a sip of beer.

“I’m using my sexuality as focus point…” he replies cryptically.

“OK…”

“And I would like to take pictures of your, um… Equipment,” he laughs.

“My equipment? As in my camera, lenses, tripod, filters…”

“No, no,” he interrupts. “I want to take pictures of your dick…” he says quietly, “If you’re OK with that?”

“My dick?” I ask loudly, making others look over to our table.

“Yes,” he whispers, “try not to shout it out though…”

I laugh. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that… Why not take pictures of your own… dick?”

“Well, I could, but it’s difficult to set lighting and focus and all the other things when you are your own subject, especially on close-ups…”

“You want to take close-up photos of my dick?”

“And yours is… Well it is rather, um… sturdy and will fill the frame nicely!” he laughs. “You have an attractive, big dick that will look good, alright?”

I am dumbfounded for a few seconds, inhaling smoke deeply.

“Your face won’t be in the shots, neither will your tattoos, so no one will be able to recognise it’s you, if you’re worried about that…”

“Um, no, it’s fine… I mean, I don’t care really. I’m just a little surprised by your idea, that’s all…” I reply, still a little lost for words.

“I’m planning to do them in black and white, with lots of detail and textures,” he adds proudly. “I’m renting Niko’s Studio in Lynnwood, so there won’t be anyone else watching, don’t worry! What do you say, are you game? Please?”

“Yeah fine. We can do it. When were you thinking?” I ask, dragging on my cigarette.

“Is Sunday afternoon / evening alright for you?” he asks, lighting his smoke.

“I guess,” I laugh.

“Great!” he answers, blowing out a plume of smoke to the side. “It’s gonna look awesome,” he smiles, winking at me. We have another drink, and continue chatting and joking, before I gesture that I need to get going.

“I still need to type the last page of my research document that is due tomorrow,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I’d rather be circumcised with a blunt object, than do that right now, but hey-ho…”

“Don’t you dare!” he jokes. “I need that big cock unscathed and rested on Sunday.”

“Haha, sure,” I laugh, “I’ll try and keep that in mind!”

“Shall I pick you up?” Andi asks, as I turn to leave.

“Oh, yeah, that’ll be great.”

“Ciao.”

*     *     *     *

On Sunday afternoon I take a shower, washing all my dangling bits properly, not sure exactly what to expect from this shoot with Andi.

He picks me up and together we drive to the studio, the roads being pretty empty late on a Sunday afternoon. Although I’m totally comfortable in front of Andi, and I trust his judgement, I’m still nervous about having my manhood documented like this. I let out a loud sigh as we park outside Niko’s.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, reading my thoughts.

“Yeah,” I laugh, “a little!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” he smiles, briefly squeezing my knee, before we get out of the car and walk towards the back, unloading equipment out of the boot.

Once inside we work together to set up the lights, make sure we have the right background paper on, and, at my request, turn the heating up. He does a few test shots on my face, making a few adjustments until he is happy with everything.

“Right…” he says, “I think we are ready to rock-n-roll.”

“You mean, dick-n-balls?” I joke.

“Haha,” he chuckles, “Exactly. Right mister, time to get naked.”

I let out a big sigh, as I start pulling my t-shirt over my head.

“Don’t sigh like that,” he teases, “I know you like showing off that thing!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever,” I laugh, pulling down my shorts, then my briefs, throwing them to the side.

He orders me to stand in position, starting to take pictures from a side-on angle, moving around and trying different heights. Zip-click, zip-click… Zip-click.

“Looks good,” he mumbles from behind the lens. “Can you just pull your balls down a little, they are clinging to much to your dick… Yeah, that’s better – perfect.” Zip-click, zip-click, zip-click.

He does a few close ups of my heavy cock, kneeling in front of me. I can feel his breath on my meat, as I focus on anything gross I can imagine, trying not to get aroused.

“Right, that’s it for part one,” he says happily, placing the camera down onto the table. He starts taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans, also sliding them off.

I stare at him with a confused expression. “It will make the next part easier and better for us both,” he says cryptically, as I see his cock swinging lazily in front of his beautiful, smooth heavy balls. I swallow loudly.

He takes the camera again, and starts clicking away. Zip-click… Zip-click, Zip-click. I see his dick starting to firm up slightly, as it wiggles between his toned thighs. “Wow, your cock looks so good in this light,” he says, “Fat and firm…”

With that I feel the floodgates open, and my sausage gradually beginning to swell up. “That’s perfect…” he says, breathing loudly, “keep going, get harder, make it swell slowly…”

I see his dick also growing, starting to pull away from his pendulous balls, as he snaps away. Mine is now heavily hanging at half-mast, as he comes in close again, taking macro shots, his breath on my shaft making my foreskin start to pull back.

“Oh yeah,” he gasps, “that’s fuckin’ hot, your foreskin rolling back over your head, perfect…” Zip-click, zip-click.

By now my heart is beating much faster, and my breathing is loud and deep, as I’m getting more and more aroused by the situation and attention my pride and joy is receiving.

My foreskin is now completely rolled back behind my swollen head, as my meat stands proudly upright and starts ticking with my pulse. Andi is also sporting a proper boner, as he snaps away from different angles and heights. “Can you make it really stiff, you know, like when you clench your groin muscles?” he asks through bated breath.

“Like this?” I reply, making my meaty cock bounce.

“Yeah, yeah, but don’t make it jump, just flex once, keeping it still… Yeah, like that - perfect.” Zip-click, zip-click, zip-click.

“Ok, do that again,” he mumbles from behind the lens, stepping closer. “Oh, yeah, that looks so hot, I can see your veins starting to show…” Zip-click… Zip-click…

I have to really try my hardest not to grab my meat in my hand and start whacking it, I’m so turned on at the moment. Andi asks me to make it super-stiff and swollen so many times, that I can’t keep pre-cum from spilling out of my slit.

“Fuck, sorry Andi,” I whisper, “I’m so horny now, I’m starting to get all wet…”

“No that’s perfect,” he says out of breath, “just keep doing what you are doing…” He comes in very close, taking extreme close-ups of the clear viscous gel oozing out of my cock and sitting like a heavy dewdrop at the tip. Zip-click, Zip-click.

“Say Joe,” he breaths, “can you try to squeeze some more out?”

I flex again, this time running my hand in a tight ring along my shaft, forcing a big blob out. He leans in close, and snaps away, as the heavy drop starts sagging slowly downwards, and eventually hangs about five inches below my cock from a thin clear strand. “Oh wow, that is fantastic…” Zip-click, zip-click.

He takes the camera away from his face, goes down on one hand, opening widely and scooping the dangling drop into his mouth with his curling tongue. “Hmmm, can’t waste it…” he whispers, savouring my taste, his own rock-hard cock now also sporting a moist, glistening tip between his legs.

“Oh man, I wanna cum so badly,” I mutter, feeling my throbbing cock burn with anticipation.

“Well, that’s the next part,” he replies excitedly, as I see his ribcage contract and expand with his breathing. “Can you cum for me Joe, but do it hands-free?”

“Um... I’m not sure about the hands-free part…” I pant.

“It’s fine,” he gasps, “you can stroke yourself there, but I need you to take your hand away before your jizz starts coming out, OK?”

“Sure… I’ll try,” I answer through bated breath, as I clamp my hand around my massively moist and swollen meat. “Ready?” I ask, “It’s gonna be quick!”

With the camera glued to his eye, I start noisily whacking my drooling dick, as I feel my juices loading their cartridges, ready to shoot. “Urgh... urgh... urgh... urgh, urgh, urgh..”

“Ah yeah, shoot your thick load…” I hear him whisper, as I rapidly pull my hand away having reached the point of no return. I hear the camera shutter clicking rapidly.

“Aaaaaaaargh! Urgh! Urgh. Fuck…” I moan, as my cum burns my shaft, racing through it, shooting out of my slit in heavy bursts, splashing onto the floor below in creamy blobs, my hands folded behind my back, my neck arched backwards, eyes closed and mouth wide open, veins popping in my neck. Zip-click, zip-click, zip-click zip-click.

“That was amazing!” Andi laughs, after I open my eyes again, looking at the steaming hot mess on the floor. He leans in close and gets a few close-ups of those as well.

“Well done you - that was so hot…” he pants.

“You’re not gonna cum too?” I huff, out of breath.

“Err, no…” he answers, looking down. “We need to finish up here, clean up, pack up – we only have the space until 19:00, then the next booking already comes again…”

“Oh, ok…” I reply a little confused, standing naked in the middle of the studio with a drooping, leaking dick, while Andi gets dressed, then closes up the camera and starts packing up again. He throws me a small towel from his bag.

“Here you go, thought you might need this,” he chuckles, as I catch it and start wiping myself off. “Is there a toilet in here?” I ask eventually.

“Yeah, just in the corner there,” he points out, “the door behind the screens.”

After taking a piss, I get dressed again and clean up my spunky impressionist painting on the floor. Andi is clearly in a good mood, whistling as he finishes packing up. “All done,” he smiles. “Shall we get going?”

I simply nod. “I guess…”

*     *     *     *

While driving back, Andi looks over at me. “Thanks for letting me take pictures of you today,” he says, smiling, “I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, not a problem,” I answer, looking out of the window.

“More to the point, thanks for getting your cock out for me, opening up and being vulnerable like that…” he continues. “The photos are going to be amazing, I’m sure!”

“I hope so,” I reply.

“Hey, what are your plans for the rest of the evening anyway?” he asks.

“Not much,” I answer. “Why?”

“Well, should I make us something to eat at mine, have a couple of drinks? You know, as a thank you.” he asks, winkingly.

“Yeah, that would be nice. I’m starving actually…”

*     *     *     *

At his place, he starts rummaging through his fridge and shelves. “Pasta with chicken… And a tomato-y, caper-y sauce OK?” he laughs.

“Sure,” I nod. “What do you wanna drink?” I ask. “Here’s a bottle of red, and some whisky?”

“Lets have wine. We can have whisky later if we still want…”

POP, Glug-glug-glug. I pour two large glasses of red, we toast, and I start rummaging through his cd's looking for something to put on, while he starts preparing the food.

“Top up?” he asks after a while, coming over with the bottle.

“Thanks…” Glug-glug-glug.

“We can eat in about 10 minutes…” he says over his shoulder, as he walks back into the kitchen. 

By the time we finish our meal, the wine has gone too, as we sit and enjoy a smoke on his balcony. “Actually,” he starts, “I fancy a short… You wanna have a whisky too?” he asks as he gets up and makes his way inside again.

“Yeah, why not,” I call behind him.

He comes back outside with two tumblers containing amber coloured liquid and an ice cube each, camera under his arm.

“Here you go – cheers!”

“Are we having a look at the pictures?” I ask nervously, hoping that I don’t feel embarrassed or regret my decision after seeing them.

“Yip, I’m excited to see how they came out.”

I light a smoke as he turns the camera on, and the display screen lights up. The first few shots are of my limp dick, hanging there, minding its own business, my foreskin only revealing a fifth of my head.

“They look good, huh?” he asks. “You really do have a nice looking cock Joe, you are very lucky!” he laughs.

“Yours is not bad looking either Andi!” I retort, winking at him.

“I know, but I wish it was a bit thicker, actually…” he says shyly, “like this one here, look..” tapping on an image showing my shaft where it started swelling a little already.

“Yeah, but I already almost have a semi here!” I laugh.

“But it looks so firm and thick,” he says, mock swooning.

“Yeah, yeah,” I laugh, as he chuckles, taking another sip from his tumbler, and scanning slowly through the monochrome images on the screen.

“This one is hot too…” he points out, showing a picture of my swollen, fat dick hanging heavily in the air, my foreskin starting to roll back.

“Fuck,” I sigh, “I was already getting so turned on here…” as he flicks to a later picture, showing me flexing my bulging cock, making veins pop along the shaft.

“I could tell. I could almost smell the sexy-stink rising from it… And in this one?” he asks, breathing deeply.

“Also massively aroused and horny, definitely…” I whisper.

“How about now?” he whispers, looking directly into my eyes.

“Huh?”

“Are you horny and massively aroused, right now?” he asks again. “Because looking at these pics of your thick fuck-stick is making me very randy…”

I breathe heavily. “I am now…”

He skips forward some more, enlarging one of the pictures showing pre-cum seeping out. “This is happening to me right now…” he whispers, as I feel my cock stretching back into life, crawling up the side of my leg.

“Are you wet Andi?” I ask him, feeling my heart pound in my chest.

“Uh-huh…” he answers, his chest rising and falling noticeably.

“Do you want my thick, fat dick?” I whisper.

“Uh-huh…” he nods.

I take the camera, holding my hands over his and skipping forward through the images. “Do you want me to make yours do this?” I ask, enlarging a pick of thick, creamy jizz pumping out of my slit.

“Uh-huh…” he nods again.

We sit there a few seconds, breathing heavily, his hands holding the camera in mine.

“We need to take a shower… Come on,” he says, pulling me up with him.

By the time we get to the bathroom, we are both completely naked, our hard cocks swinging from side to side as we close the door. He opens the water in the shower, as I push my meat in between his thighs from behind, dragging it upwards towards his crack.

“Aaaah…” he moans, as it pushes against his butt cheek, pre-cum leaving a glistening line in its path.

We get into the shower and start washing each other, our eyes lustfully locked, our cocks bumping against each other. I turn him around and run a wet, soapy hand through his crack, making him moan again, as I gently wash his hole.

After rinsing, I pull him away from the spray, kneeling down on my knees and pushing his upper body forward with my hand, pulling his firm little butt towards my face. Slowly I start warming him up like he taught me last time, starting with a slippery spat-on finger, and working my way up through smeared pre-cum, until my tongue is licking the inner walls of his slowly relaxing asshole. His moans echo loudly in the bathroom, as I continue to fuck him with my firm, wet tongue, sweet smells of musk and fresh sweat filling my nostrils.

“Argh, fuck Joe… Uurgh! I want you to fuck me, fuck me good,” he pants over his shoulder, as I see his backdoor twitch and clench in anticipation, winking me to come inside.

I line up my mighty meat and start pushing in. After a few seconds he bears up. “Hang on, wait - we need some more lube…” He spits heavily into my hand, as I bring it round and start smearing his hole with my slimy fingers, pushing it as deep inside him as I can. Next I lean forward, spitting on his hole, before also spitting on my ticking, rock hard cock.

He hollows out his back, and we try again. This time I feel my swollen head pop inside without problems, as he lets out a loud, deep moan, “Uuurgh...”

I pause for a second, allowing his ring to adjust to the tension, before I continue pushing in further. “Ok Joe, keep going…” he pants.

Leaning forward more, I feel my thick sausage slide in further. “Aauurgh, Jesus…” he moans, “That’s big…”

Eventually, I get most of my meat shoved inside, as I start pumping into him. “You OK, Andi?” I whisper in his ear.

“UH-huh,” he replies, “feels incredible…”

I start pumping harder, seeing my pole slide in an out of his splayed ass, as his hand starts frantically stroking his cock, out of sight.

“Ah yeah, fuck me with that swollen, veiny cock…” he huffs, as I wetly slam myself into him from behind, the moist slapping noises echoing through the bathroom.

“I’m flexing my cock like you asked me to do for the photos Andi, making it swell in your asshole – can you feel it?” I pant from behind.

“Fuck yeah!” he replies, “Flex more, stretch my hole…”

“Argh yeah, argh, argh, argh…” I continue shoving my meat deeper and deeper into him. With my hand I reach around, grabbing hold of those amazingly full bouncing balls, massaging them in my palm.

“Urgh, argh, oooh, argh yeah…” he continues moaning, as I feel myself racing ahead to the finish line.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” I call to him, my thighs slamming against his ass.

“Ok, I’m not far either…” he replies, out of breath.

Still groping his juicy nutt sack, I feel the familiar burning sensation commence. “I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming Andi…” I huff into his ear, as I feel my whole body contract, and I seem to lift him up, his feet airborne for a second, my cock bearing sharply upwards with my last couple of desperately deep pumps before exploding inside of him.

“Aaaaaaaargh!” I moan, as I feel my spunk shooting out of my tightly clamped cock, somewhere deep inside Andi’s hole.

After emptying myself out, I see him still frantically smacking his meat. I carefully pull out of him, and turn him round as I see him also crossing the line, his eye rolling back and his toned body beautifully contracting with spasms.

I grab his balls again, pulling on them, as I shove his erupting cock into my mouth, gulping down the jizz shooting out of it, the first squirts dripping down my neck and sitting stickily in my chest hair. Once he is empty, he pulls out of my eager mouth, panting and huffing, rubbing his hand in my wait hair.

Without saying anything, I get up from my knees and we embrace, our semi-hard cocks pressed together, water streaming over our bodies. “Thanks,” he whispers in my ear, “that felt great.”

“My pleasure Andi,” I whisper back, as we release each other and start washing and rinsing off in silence, exhausted but happy.

After getting dressed, we walk down to his car and get inside. “Ciggie?” he asks, holding his packet out towards me. “Sure,” I reply, as we light up, our faces illuminated in orange. He turns the key in the ignition, and starts backing out, as I inhale deeply.

Once on the road, he looks over at me and smiles. “Listen Joe,” he starts, as I feel an old familiar sinking feeling. “I know we’ve spoken about this before, but…”

“But what?” I ask.

“It just that I’m thinking that, I dunno… I seem to like your cock, and you seem to like my hole, and…”

“We should just keep doing what we are doing…”

“And not think so much about it…” he finishes the sentence, as we both nod, bringing our smokes up to our lips and inhaling deeply, before blowing out and smiling to ourselves.

As we arrive at my place, he parks the car, leaving the engine running. “What are you up to next weekend? I ask, as I get out.

“Not sure yet…” he answers, smiling back. “But I’ll call you before then.”

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