The Body Remembers

It’s been 4 days since I last saw Josh, my lover who also happens to be my best buddy from kindergarten, with whom I used to touch and rub weenies as late pre-schoolers before we’ve heard the word faggot, or knew what hand jobs were or what frottage meant. 

The only thing we were certain of was that these secret games we played with each other felt good. Games to be enjoyed in darkened rooms, under blankets or around corners in the backyard, away from the prying eyes of adults, or the judgement of other boys who’d rather play out on the field with real balls…

But after our chance meeting a few weeks ago as adults, and a series of erotic episodes leading up to the present, my pre-school fondle-buddy has turned into a rugged, handsome-as-hell fuck-machine, that makes my knees weak and my dick properly leak. Add to that him expressing an interest for me to be his man only, and I am feeling smitten to say the least.

After our explosive game of “doctor” the week before, and an encore that consisted of my hole being thumped and stretched senseless with that bulky bruiser of his, I thought I would be driving on empty for a while… But I’ve been slowly but surely replenishing my juice in anticipation for his return.

It’s been hard (no pun intended), but I’ve been well disciplined on saving up on cum, for a journey with Josh requires a full tank, especially as we are now planning an extended road trip together through this thing we call life.

* * * * * * * * *

“Hey bud, how you doing? I’ve missed you… On the train now, should be back in town around 18:00. Dinner at mine? I’ll pick up something on the way. Say around 19:00? PS: Can’t wait to see you, hold you, squeeze you, smell you, taste you, eat you… OMG, you make me so horny!! Trying hard (as a rock) not to touch myself right now… See you soon, Jxx”

A loud, deep sigh escapes my lips as I finish reading his text, my pulse instantaneously shifting up a gear. I close my eyes, visualising my lover in my head. Hulk of a man, cherubic face. Those big brown eyes, plump suckable lips, the lop-sided smile and messy hair… Smooth olive skin poured over muscular meat… Soft, dark hairs trickling like a stream from his chest down his abs and into his groin… His bulging, heavy, thick, heaving, sweaty, swelling, growing, glistening, wet… 

“Stop, stop, stop!! What you doing Jonathan” I ask myself, reluctantly letting go of my cock. “Saving cum, filling up - remember?” 

Looking down at the heavy sack clinging to my inner thigh, I smile. “Not bad for only a few days…” I think, as I get up out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, knowing full well I have to keep Josh out my head if I am to withstand more temptation as I wash, rub, probe, clean and rinse places that are proving particularly volatile at the moment. 

After nipping in to the studio, to sort a few things out for the start of a new project next week, I’m back home much later than I anticipated. Always takes longer than you think. Saying hello to this, chatting to that one, answering a question here, not-so-quickly helping with something there… 

By 17:30 I manage to escape, making my way home to freshen up and get changed. At 18:30 I’m pretty much ready. I’m wearing a white vest under my favourite fitted sweat shirt, and the jockstrap he bought me under my jeans - it’s first official outing. The bit of extra air around my butt cheeks feels nice and fresh, as I grab my trainers and prepare to go across town to get hot and sweaty.

* * * * *

When I arrive at Josh’s place, the door swings open just as I lift my hand to knock. A pair of big, brown eyes appear underneath a baseball cap sitting back to front, mouth grinning that one-sided smile. My gorgeous lover.

“I saw you coming from across the road… Not that I’ve been sitting at the window waiting, of course!” he winks, approvingly looking me up and down, as his strong arms lift up and he plants his huge hands on either side of my face, pulling me in. 

“Looking good, bud…” he says, before our lips lock tenderly, slowly tasting each other at first, before exploring a little more urgently, our tongues playfully greeting each other in a bathing-type ritual.

“Oooof…” I go, as we finally separate, “Ditto Josh…”

He grins from ear to ear, his eyes ablaze. “Come on in, I hope you’re hungry?” he asks, placing his hand on my neck and gently pulling me inside, “I got Chinese…” His digits on my skin still sends shivers down my back. Every goddamn time.

“I could devour all of you right here, right now” I think to myself, but instead answer with a more polite “Sure…” As we make our way to the kitchen, I lick my lips, still sensing him on my tastebuds.

From behind, I look at his wide shoulders, how they nonchalantly sway as he shuffles into the kitchen, his bubble butt wiggling under loose hanging denims held up only by the grace of god… His tendency to not wear underwear at home is such a… distraction.

“So, we have Sesame Chicken in here… This is stir-fried veg with ginger and bean paste… Chilly beef… Rice is there, plum sauce over here, extra chilli-crisp is in there…” he gestures, as I sit down at the table looking at the elaborate feast. 

“Think you have enough food here Josh? I joke.

“Growing boys need lots of energy” comes his quick reply. “Anyway, sharing is caring” he chuckles. “Beer for my handsome man?”

Walking to the fridge, my eyes are again hypnotised by his easy-going, fluid body movements. “Does he even know how effortlessly masculine and supple he appears…?” I think to myself, as I nervously bite my lip, trying to keep blood at head level. For now.

“Cheers” he smiles, handing me a bottle.

“Chinks” I reply as we lock eyes, and each take a swig of beer, admiring one another.

“Hmmm….” he mumbles. “This is the thing I’ve been looking forward to… second-most all day” he laughs. 

“I bet” I answer, raising an eyebrow, knowing full well what he’s getting at.

“It’s been a long day and I need some energy for the things I’ve been looking forward to most” he says smiling, his eyes alive and glowing naughtily; the same way they use to when we were young; pulling me with him into the ally behind their garage and the neighbour’s wall; his hands disappearing into my shorts, fondling and rubbing my little pee-pee, telling me to do the same to him. We stood there, eyes locked, breathing heavily and rubbing our little worms till it burned with a wonderfully strange sensation… 

* * * * *

After dinner we are on the corner sofa chatting, finishing another beer, his 6ft3 frame elegantly draped over the large cushions. As we get more comfortable, I rest my lower leg on his, my calve gently expanding onto his thigh. He looks at this curiously for a while, before taking my ankle in his huge hand and pulling it onto his crotch, my foot coming to a rest on his substantial, but still soft bulge, an irresistible heat radiating from it.

“That’s better” he grins, sinking deeper into the sofa.

“I bet your mother wouldn’t approve of that move Josh…” I joke.

“Probably not bud…” he replies. “Talking of disapproval... Remember that time she walked in on us playing one of our games?”

“Which time?” I ask, chuckling.

“She caught us more than once?!” he asks, slightly surprised.

“Oh yeah” I laugh. “Twice. First time wasn’t that bad…”

“Err, ok, and what do you classify as the first time then?” he asks curiously.

“Well…” I start, “we constructed a fort between the cupboard and wall in your bedroom, made out of old cardboard boxes and held together with sticky tape.”

“Uh-huh” he chuckles, “sounds about right…”

“We closed the door and pull the curtains to make it dark inside the fort…” I continue. “Then you lined the floor with a blanket and pillows.”

“Of course” he chuckles, “comfort first…”

“Then you pulled down your shorts and…” 

“And what?” he asks, clearly invested.

I chuckle. “…and then you started sort of humping the blanket… Well, not so much humping, it was more a rubbing of sorts,” I continue.

“You then lay down on your front on it, slid your hand underneath the blanket, and rubbed your wiener through the blanket, your little bum rhythmically rocking back and forth.”

He looks on, mouth half open, eyes half shut, beer bottle mid air, before exclaiming: “Oh my god, I remember... I did that quite a bit!”

“You told me that if you do it long enough, your thingy gets all warm and starts burning, but in a really good way.” He raises his heavy brows, nodding his head slightly, in a “it does, yes” motion. 

“Then you wanted me to feel the sensation too, so…”

“…I made you lie between the blanket and me, so I could rub you too,” he suddenly remembers. “Oh damn, that game was so hot bud…”

“Not quite,” I interrupt, as he stares at my with those beautiful green-tinged brown eyes, widened in surprise. “You were going to rub my willie too, but then your mum appeared without warning, just as my pants fell around my ankles, remember?”

It takes him a moment. “That’s right!” he replies. “She looked… concerned” he chuckles, “seeing us two boys, undressing each other, up to no good!”

“Uh-huh!” I laugh, swigging from my bottle. “But you quickly told her that we were just swapping shorts, as you liked my red ones better than the ones that you were wearing.”

He chuckles. “Then she just kind of eyed us suspiciously, before telling us to put them back on and rather go play outside… Wait… What was the other time then?” he asks, suddenly remembering before.

“The second time,” I continue, “was when we were playing in the garden shed...”

“Mm-mhhh," he mumbles, swallowing his beer. “We were in there a lot.”

“Right, but this is the time we were playing a game straight out of a porno, only we didn’t know it yet,” I chuckle.

As expected, I have his full attention now, as he stares at me with those puppy dog eyes, plump lips slightly agape, an expression that says “go on then!”.

“You cleverly locked the door this time, because we knew this game shouldn’t be witnessed by anyone else but us,” I continue, feeling my cock stir in my jockstrap, for I already know what’s coming next.

“The shed was pitch dark inside, with only the thin rectangular lines of light squeezing past the doorframe visible. We took all our clothes off, and did our usual “warm up” of tickling each others weenies and playfully rubbing them together. I remember us breathing heavily as our little hands grabbed and squeezed in the dark...”

I see Josh swallowing hard, also clearly getting aroused by our sordid juvenile tales, my feet no longer resting on such a soft, squishy surface anymore.

“Then I remember you taking my hand and pulling me in deeper with you into the dark. You found a crate, noisily pulled across the floor before sitting down on its edge.”

“And then I asked you to bend over in front of me…” he suddenly recalls.

“Yeah, you said you wanted to kiss my poop hole with your pecker. So there I was on my knees, arching my back, pulling my cheeks apart, chin in the air…”

“Oh dear lord…” he whispers, as I see him remembering the final part. “And then I pulled my foreskin back, before spitting onto it, and pushed my wet little purple helmet against your hole…”

“…and said “kissy kissy kissy” as you dragged your slimy worm up and down my moist crack, smearing your saliva everywhere...”

We’re both quiet for a while, reliving the scene in our heads, both breathing a bit shallower, transported back to the dank shed in the dark, the feel of clammy skin, the closeness, the secrecy, the bond, the smells, the tingles… I feel his cock nudging against my ankle, slowly lifting away from his no-doubt by now soaking wet scrotum. 

Finally, he breaks the silence with his deep, calm voice. “I think we might have to come back to this conversation another time bud, because I’m incredibly turned on right now and I feel the need to feel you…”

“Ditto” I reply.

* * * * *

Empty bottle on to the table, he tantalisingly slowly pulls his top over his head, revealing what I already knew was lurking underneath: A rugged muscular caramel torso, lightly sprinkled with a few soft dark hairs, spread nipples like flying saucer sweets, and rock hard abs forming a defined “V” into his jeans, top button undone (as always) showing a few silky dark hairs curling over the top. I can’t help but let out an audible “Ooof…” 

He slowly crawls over closer to me, his muscles twitching as he shifts weight from one arm to the other, big brown eyes smilingly locked onto mine, something heavy wobbling inside his denims clinging on for dear life.

Our noses meet first, circling each other leisurely, before our lips lock. Plump and soft, our two day stubble satisfyingly rough. It’s an electrifyingly contradictory sensation of balmy and coarse as we get more and more engrossed in each other, our faces morphing into one. Our wet, warm tongues embroil and knot as blood rushes south, causing a stir and slight lifting of heavy hangings.

“Top off buddy” he laughs as he wrestles getting my sweater over my head, the fly on his denims already sitting a good well forward because of his steadily inflating cock. “Hello, hello, hello…” he says softly, surveying my toned, hairy torso once its’s finally revealed, his eyes slowly travelling downwards, taking all of me in as he bites and releases his fleshy bottom lip.

He leans in, burying his nose in my chest hair, ever-so-slightly swaying his face side to side, sniffing deeply, letting out a long, slow sigh. “Aaargggghhh, my handsome man…” His mouth parts, his big soft tongue rolls out tracing the outline of my nipple, before drenching it with his hot spit, until it is hard enough to cut glass, his fingers tweaking the other one. Then he gently sucks on it, making me moan with pleasure, “Oohargh… urgh…”, before gently biting on it while looking up at me - those naughty eyes I know so well, the look that says “let’s feel that wonderfully strange burning sensation again".

“No way bud….” he utters as he notices I’m wearing the jockstrap he bought me before he went out of town. “That’s so hot…” he whispers, eyes glowing.

“Like what you see?” I ask smilingly, his hands pulling down my jeans, revealing a by now very hard bulge, struggling to break free from its constraints. He bites his lower lip again as he yanks my jeans down all the way, his eyes meeting mine, both pairs drunk with lust. “Oh fuck yeah…” he smirks.

His big hand reaches for my big swelling, feeling my excitement, rubbing it, squeezing it, making it seep even more pre-cum into the rough textured cloth keeping my growing concern in place. 

As he bows down, I feel his warm mouth on my burning rod. His hot breath setting my cock on fire as he sucks on the soaked fabric, tasting my ooze. “Hmmmm” he smiles, as he rises to my face once more, lips dipped in pre-cum, ready to share the loot.

Breathing deeply, our tongues graze and glide past one another with salty sweet lube, our stubble scuff and tickle, as my hand sets his hidden talent free by unbuttoning his fly. It’s a thing to behold. Hot to the touch, hard as a rock but with a squishy outer layer, the latter half curving deliciously upwards, and by now, drooling like a dog in heat, straining at the leash.

“Arrghh…” he softly moans as I grab it, my thumb and fingers barely able to meet as I tightly grip and squeeze it, forcing a fat viscous drop out of his big piss slit. 

“My turn big man” I say, pushing him back onto the sofa. I make short work of his denims, and before you can say “brickhouse”, he is reclining back in all his glory, all olive toned muscular limbs, bulky then knotted torso and that gorgeously thick eight and a half incher magnificently pointing up to the ceiling, glistening with seepage, his cherubic face behind, smiling his crooked smile.

“Oh man…” I mutter, as I stretch my jockstrap pouch to the side, pulling out my randy rod, while taking in the raunchiest of views. “What?!” he laughs. 

I smile. “You’re really quite... something.” I finally answer, slowly jerking my meat, turned on to the max. “Takes one to know one, bud” comes his sultry reply, eyes burning with desire.

Diving in, I grab hold of his fuck-stick, pulling his moist foreskin back to reveal the plumpest purple helmet head I’ve ever had the pleasure of sucking on. With my other hand I fondle his hot nutsack, feeling its fullness. I suspect he has been saving up too, but I can’t be sure - it’s always seemingly full.

“Hang on bud…” he suddenly says, as he wiggles himself completely down onto his back on the sofa. “Let’s eat together. Sharing is caring, remember…” he winks. “Hop on. Get on top of me” he gestures, patting his sturdy chest with both hands, smiling broadly, his rock hard prick twitching in anticipation, as he flicks off his baseball cap onto the floor.

“Don’t have to ask me twice” I laugh, as I manoeuvre myself onto his heaving torso, ass facing him. My balls moistly rest on his warm pecs as I lean forward, lunging for his oozing dick, pushing my backdoor into his expectant face.

“Urgh yeah, that’s it bud…” he mutters, as I feel him grab a hold of my jock’s waistband, forcefully yanking me closer to his eager mouth. Next I feel his hot breath on my exposed hole as I grab hold of his giant lipstick dick, rotate-squeezing it, proceeding to smear his viscous nectar lustfully all over my mouth like a horny clown frothing at the mouth.

As my lips taste his weeping phallus, I feel his rough stubble grazing my crack, as he gently rubs his chin up and down my sensitive valley. It sends electric shivers through my entire body, my prick drooling and dripping sap onto his flexed abs underneath.

Now well lubricated, my mouth effortlessly slide down his bulging shaft, swallowing as far and deep as I can. Simultaneously his fat tongue finds my twitching pucker, playfully knocking on its door, drenching it with his silky saliva. Our muffled actions fill the living room with carnal sounds. 

I feel a sudden warmth around my low hangers, as he takes hold of them in his hefty hand, carefully but firmly tugging on them, pulling me ever closer as he continues devouring my dilating arsehole.

Releasing his rock hard, curving cock out of my gob with a loud, splattering “pop!”, gasping for air, I arch my back and let out a deep involuntary moan as he shoves that big, slippery tongue of his into me as deep as my cheeks will allow. “Ooohaaaarghhhhh…” I grab hold of the back of his head, pulling him in even closer, his nose squashed against my crack.

His hand not fondling my scrotum finds my cock, and he starts flipping my wet foreskin back and forth over my swollen head, pumping out pre-cum like it’s going out of fashion, my juices collecting in his caramel funnels, as he continues his triple assault of rimming, tugging and stroking.

“Urgh Josh… Jeez…  You’re gonna, urgh… make me explode…” I grunt.

“That’s the plan, bud...” he replies from between my trembling cheeks, taking a breather from eating my hungry hole.

“If you continue like his, I wont be able to hold back much longer” I huff as he milks more silky goo out of my throbbing prick.

“I know what you mean, bud” he replies, short on breath, “but I’m not quite done here yet…” he grins as he seductively sucks on his thumb. He then slowly but surely start wiggling his fat digit into me. It feels not unlike a small cock, stretching and elbowing its way in, before wetly rocking forwards and backwards, preparing my mangina for bigger things.

“Argh… argh… argh… urgh… urgh…” I groan as my kindergarten buddy thumb fucks the bejesus out of me, bumping my happy gland with his fleshy thumb as I furiously flick his fleshy foreskin over his shiny head, his sperm tank beautifully bouncing below.

“Argh-urgh-argh-argh-ooooh...” I moan, as he firmly circles his digit around my prostate, my dick oozing clear juice, my shaft pumped to the max, veins bulging along its length.

“I could easily, huh… cum like this” I stumble, the stimulation pushing me into the red. “But i want to… urgh, with that monster… inside me...” 

“Don’t have to ask me twice!” he replies, sweat drops slipping down his face from his heavy brows, his cherubic face flushed red.

Pulling out his thumb leaves my pucker in a small, perfectly gaping “o”, as I peel myself of his sticky chest, a thread pre-cum dragging between the tip of my cock and his drenched abs. It’s a highly arousing sight for both of us.

“Fuck bud, you’re so wet…” he slurs as I get on al fours in front of him. “It’s all because of you…” I reply through bated breath. 

He grinningly hops off the sofa, and positions himself behind me on his knees, his seeping weapon aimed straight at my quivering bullseye. Reaching behind me, my hand finds his meat, as I guide it towards its warm and wet final destination. “Ok…” I whisper, sloppily massaging his throbbing fuck stick as I start edging backwards, eager for the tip of his iceberg to part open my passage.

“Argh, fuck…” I mutter, as Josh slowly impales me with his mighty manhood, me pulling my butt cheeks apart, him holding his foreskin back - just like we did as young boys, playing our special games. 

“Ok there bud..?” he breathily enquires, gently running his hand up and down my torso, calmly caressing my front.

“Jeez… Yeah…” I wheeze. “I’m still not quite used to how… blessed you are” I say, as he inches the last of his inches into me, his sticky pubes coming to a rest against my clammy butt meat.

He leans forward, bringing his mouth up to my ear. “I love the way you feel bud, stretched all around me... Hot. Ass. FUCK." He breathlessly whispers the last part, making the hairs on my neck stand on end, before employing his terrific tongue to great effect once again - this time sucking and flicking my ear lobe, eventually worming its way into my ear hole, making me squirm with pleasure.

Rightly he takes this as his cue to start up his hefty hydraulic pump system, placing those baseball-glove sized hands firmly on my hips, first slowly withdrawing his greased-up piston, before carefully forcing it back in. With every cycle he picks up the pace slightly, until his heavy balls gently bump against my inner thighs. It feels heavenly.

“How you doing there bud… you still ok?” he asks close to my ear again, sensually and rhythmically pumping his athletic hips into mine, his firm butt clenching, my hole pleasurably burning with each plunge. “Argh… Argh… Urgh…. Mmm…. Argh… Uh-huh… Yeah… You..?” I moan, as he continues slathering my ear in spit.

With sloppy slides, tacky skin releases and moans forming the treble and mids, our grunts and lusty groans the low end, and thigh clapping and ball slapping making up the rhythm section, we noisily continue performing our fantastic fuck symphony.

I feel my eyes slowly rolling back into my skull as Josh keeps sensually fucking me from behind, one arm curled over my shoulder, hand on my pounding heart. Magical doesn’t even come close.

“I’ll be honest, bud… Urgh… I’m not far… from… Argh… from, nutting…” he pants, his greasy pole steadily sliding in and out of my hungry hole. With each thrust a mix of spit and pre-cum leaks out and trickles down my scrotum dangling underneath, while I beat my meat in unison. 

“Go for it” I reply, knowing I won’t last much longer either, “I’m right there, argh... with you.” 

In one fell swoop, we go from doggy style to hot-as-hell bent spoon fucking (my favourite position to come in, I will soon find out), as he picks me up in his muscular arms, his steady shaft keeping me in position, and lifts us backwards onto the sofa with a deep grunt. His huge hands grab my ankles, places my feet firmly on his bulging thighs, before taking my hairy forearms in his hands, and crossing our arms tightly around my torso, rendering my hands irrelevant. I feel my juices from his abs sticking us together, as he, once steady, furiously start pounding that phallus noisily into my crap cave. It’s like Bambi suddenly morphing into Pan. I can only imagine what it looks like, but it feels fucking incredible! 

He leans forward, whispering in my ear between pumps: “Wanna uh. Fuck uh. The cum uh. Right uh. Out ya”, as I feel his sweaty scrotum violently slam against mine from underneath, my jockstrap pouch lurking like a voyeuristic bystander to the side. His veiny cock shoots at high velocity in and out of me, making me shudder. “Urgh-urgh-urgh-argh-urgh-urgh-argh!” I moan, as my vision goes blurry, my balls starts pulling up and I can feel the burning sensation of red-hot sperm travelling in my tubes, pheromones racing through my nervous system. “Kee-ee-ppp… go-oh-ing…urgh-urgh-argh…” I plead, my eyes closed.

“I want you to nut all over me bud… spray me with your cum!” he grunts in my ear, as he hammers it home. The rooms fills with the sound of urgent moans and groans, as balls bounce violently, thighs slap noisily and my oozing prick sway rhythmically side-to-side in time with the thrusts.

“I’m… I’m coming… I’m coming Josh!” I moan, my head tilting back as he kisses and sucks on my red-flushed veiny neck, rubbing his sandpaper stubble against me, squeezing his arms ever tighter around me, sensually swallowing me up from behind.

“Me too bud… Me too… Urgh… Argh, URGH… UURGGHH….” he moans, getting louder with each sucker punch to my sloppy gash.

When I finally explode, it’s like a red-flushed firehouse on full blast with no one holding it. Days of saved-up sperm comes gushing out, creamy streaks flying in every which direction, glossy globules splashing onto my torso, my knees, our tightly crossed arms, his thighs, on my neck, and onto the sofa around us.

Simultaneously, I feel his eruption inside of me, as with a deep low “Uuurghhhhhhhh…”, and a couple of extra deep thrusts, he pumps his hot creamy jizz as far down my slippery insides as my cavity will allow. I feel him convulse behind me, as he drains his nuts and expels the last of his fuck juice spasmodically into me.

“ARGH, argh… argh… ahah… hahah…. hahahaha….” his grunts slowly turning into a deep laughter in my neck.  

“What’s so funny big man…“ I huff, still seeing stars and catching my of breath.

I look over my shoulder at Josh, face flushed red, sweat beads all over, one eye closed, grinning at me. A creamy squirt of steaming cum hangs off his eyebrow, very slowly slipping onto his closed lid, past his nostril and onto his lopsided smile.

Can’t help but grin. “You got your wish I guess…”

”I did indeed, my little spunk volcano…” he slowly chuckles, before trying to get it with his tongue, but only making it jiggle in place.

Carefully I lift myself off his meaty mast, his drooping cock falling out of me like a well-oil solid shit. Simultaneously I feel the floodgates open as his fuck juice starts trickling out of my gaping hole. I don’t even try holding it in, I know there’s no point. Josh fucked any function out of my sphincter. And it feels fantastic.

I turn around and straddle him anew, lowering myself down, my droopy dick sliding sideways on his slicked adductor muscles, my tacky balls resting in his hairy crotch. 

Leaning in, I slowly I start scooping up my still warm cum from his face with my tongue; starting at his smile, I slurp-suck all the way up to his eyebrow, while one big loved-up eye smilingly watches from underneath a heavy brow from the other side.

Once all safely in my mouth, I lower myself back down as he instinctively leans in for a filthy kiss, tongue out. Salty-sweet jelly slip and slide between our gently wrestling appendages, until only my taste remains.

“You’re fucking awesome bud, you really are…” he says softly, after our lips unlock, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Ditto, big man” I reply, contently smiling, slowly collapsing into his inviting, sweaty chest. I feel his muscular arms securely curl around me, as he whispers into my ear: “It never gets old, all of this…” then kisses my forehead, as I struggle to keep my heavy lids open.

“Anyway, where were we… before we were, overcome?” I whisper

“In the garden shed” he replies softly. “And then my mother unlocked the door, pouring light on both of us, butt naked, my wet willie trapped in your ass…”

“Right…” I slowly reply. 

“A chilling foreshadowing of things to come” he adds, sleepily chuckling, making our bodies jiggle.

Eyes closed, I smirk softly into his chest. “Uh-huh…”

* * * * *

It’s quiet and dark when I open my eyes again. I’m still straddling Josh, our bodies tackily stuck together, his warm arms wrapped around me, his massive hands leisurely crossed, tucked under my jocks strap's waistband on my lower back. I feel his heartbeat against my chest. It’s slow and rhythmically smooth. Fits him perfectly, I’m thinking.

“Everything ok bud…” he whispers as I try and make my head comfortable again in the nook of his neck.

“Hang on, jus need to…” I whisper back, as I grab behind me, carefully parting my tender cheeks. Instinctively he reaches for his floppy sausage, lifting it up and pulling back his foreskin, exposing his squishy purple helmet head, and gently lifts it until it makes warm contact with my bruised pucker. I squeeze down, my rim clamping it safely in place half inside me, as his hands return, tucked onto my lower back. 

“Better…?” he whispers. “Perfect…” I mumble, as I feel his mouth pull into a lopsided smile, his eyes still shut.

Our heartbeats, rhythmically beating in sync like the click-clack of a night train, carrying us into the land of nod, where we might remember games we used to play as young boys, or dream up horny new ones to explore next time…

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