The Body Remembers

I feel my phone vibrate against my thigh under the table, the light vaguely visible through the fabric of my trouser pocket. Although my Monday morning meetings at the studio are pretty informal, checking texts is understandably frowned upon.

But suspecting it might be from my kindergarten fuck machine, I can’t resist a sneak peak. 

“Last night was amazing, you came light a fountain! Sofa is absolutely filthy with our spunk, hehe ;-) Didn’t hear you go, what time did you leave, bud? Jxx”

My heart beats a little faster as I feel a warm stirring in my loins, reliving my time in Josh’s living room from the night before. 

I’m yanked off his throbbing cock, as I suddenly hear my name. “Jonathan, how about you?”

 “Um, sorry… What?” I ask slightly flustered, trying to shove my phone back in my pocket.

“The Eco-Cell Project. What’s your timeframe for the prototype model?” my boss asks, before jokingly adding, “Still stuck in the weekend, eh?”

“Err, yes… I mean no, um… well… I guess about 7, maybe 8 days to fabricate and then an extra day for finishing touches?” I finally answer, having regained a slither of composure.

“Ok, good”, he replies. “Kenny, can you then co-ordinate with Jonathan to ensure the specifications get sent off at the same time so the client receives both together?”

“Sure thing.”

“Ok… Think that’s everything then. Any other pressing matters, apart from Jonathans phone? No? Good. Let’s get going then. Good week everyone.”

I finally get my phone back in my pocket with a laboured shove, only to grimace at a sharp, unexpected pain coming from my thigh. 

Retiring to the bathroom to have a quick look, I’m surprised to see faint bluish bruise marks, bleeding into yellow at the edges… “What the..?” I think out aloud, before suddenly remembering Josh completely manhandling me in my jockstrap at one point, gripping here, pulling hard there, elastic stretching tightly over my skin with considerable force, then snapping back again. Repeatedly.

“Bloody hell Josh…” I think, smiling to myself, “you sexy fucking brute,” as I take a picture, write exactly that and send it to his phone.

* * * *

After what felt like the longest workday in living memory, I finally get home and am delighted to find that I have enough in my cupboards and fridge to knock up a half-decent meal. 

I’m not seeing my lover tonight, I can do with a bit of rest and don’t feel like travelling across town again, unless I get so horny that I absolutely have to. It’s still early after all.

Stomach full, I run myself a bath, and lie in the foaming tub soaking, tumbler of red balancing on the rim when the floor starts vibrating. I flounder a bit, foam going everywhere trying to get to my towel, to dry my hands so I can answer my phone. A game of bathroom dominoes.

I look at the screen: “Incoming call: Josh-Ooowha!” 

I smile. “Hey Brutus”, I answer jokingly.

“Hey bud…” he chuckles on the other end. “How you doing? Sorry for scarring you… Didn’t realise I played too rough until you sent me that pic, and I was like “whaaaat?”…

“Hehe, it’s fine. It’s just a few marks really…” I reply, “I found I like it rough sometimes. And anyway, it was totally worth it,” I smile. "You made me spew…”

“Uh-huh, abso-fuckin’-lutely” he replies, before adding “It was so hot,” as I hear him lick his lips breathily on the other end.

“Fuck yeah…” I reply, my hand instinctively heading for my slowly expanding sausage under my foamy blanket. “I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”

“Me too bud…” he whispers, clearly also aroused. “My foreskin is already rolling back as we speak…”

“Oooof” I softly groan, as I imagine his hardening ding-ding and see my own cock poking through the foam’s surface. Like a rocket clearing the clouds, heading up towards space. “Yep, we have lift-off here too” I state.

“Houston, we have a big problem” he shoots back, before adding. “Bud, I wish I was there now… To give you a helping hand, of course” he whispers, his voiced laced with longing.

For a moment it’s quiet, as we listen to our escalating intakes and exhalations. “Well… “I break the sexy silence, “If you were here, how would you be able to help..?” I ask, seductively.

He is quiet for a few seconds, considering my proposal, breathing deeply into the phone.

“I would come into the bathroom, close the door behind me and lock it…” he starts slowly, as I hear him licking those plump lips.

“I’ll turn around slowly to face you, and start feeling my thickening meat through my basketball shorts I’m wearing, tracing its outline with my fingers before rubbing it with my hand through the fabric…”

I let out a soft sigh.

“Then I will slowly start lifting my vest over my head, the tattered dark grey one I wore to the gym this afternoon and I’m still wearing right now,” he continues, as I breath into the phone, clutching my rock hard prick.

“As my arms lift, you’ll see my underarm hair, all pointy and moist, stuck together with perspiration…” 

I swallow loudly, as he exhales down the line at the other end.

“Using my vest I’ll dry my pits, rubbing my hairy hollows slowly, one side after the other, then flick the moist vest over my shoulder…”

An audible “urgh…” escapes my lips, as he continues. 

“Next I’ll slowly push down the waistband of my shorts with my left hand, my pubes all sweaty and clingy behind, and pull out my thick, fat cock. Then my heavy nutsack with my right hand, letting it dangle over the edge as my pole grows stiff, lifting it’s head upwards…”

By now I’m breathing very heavily into the phone, my hand automatically gliding up and down my soapy shaft. “And then..?” I ask through bated breath.

“Then,” he continues, “I’ll walk over to the edge of the bath, my meat swinging slowly side to side, and kneel down behind you…”

Slap… slap… slap… slap… goes the water in the bath.

“Then I will take that wet sweaty vest and blindfold you with it, pulling it tightly over your face, covering your eyes and nose, so all you can smell is my musty stink…”

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap…

“Once your sight is gone, I would get up again and come round the side of the bath, bending my knees to lower my body and swing my hard, moist dong across your lips oof… as you try and catch it with your mouth, but only getting little tasters of my desire, argh…”

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap…

“Eventually, when your stubble is all snail-trailed with my gooey lust, I will ask you to open your mouth, urgh… and stick out your tongue and, argh…” 

I can hear how turned on he is too, the wet, sloppy sound of him beating his meat at the other end filling the silences between his words.

“Then I will push my glistening purple helmet against your warm urgh wet tongue and beat off into it, bumping against it and argh-uh smearing my juice all over urgh…!

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP…

“Until I spray my warm urgh, hot aargh, thick uurgh creamy oooarghhh JIZZ uurgh URGhh all over your AAArrghh… 

SPLASH, SPLASH, SPLASH, SPLASH, SPLASH, SPLASH, Uuuuuurgh...

Heavy breathing and deep grunts replace all words as we both squirt cum out of our red-flushed, bulging cocks, his crash landing in streaks onto his kitchen floor from the barstool he’s perched on, mine falling like bombs through the foamy clouds back into the bath as I try not to drop my phone into the water as well.

For a few seconds the call consists only of us catching our breaths, our racing hearts slowly winding down.

“Jesus Josh…” I finally whisper. “You’ll wear me out…”

“Ditto…” comes his reply, as he chuckles his slow, deep laugh down the phone. I can almost hear his mouth pulling into a lop-sided grin, and imagine him flicking  the spunk off his hand, eyes lazily content.

* * * *

Meeting up a couple of days later, we grab a coffee and take a stroll next to the river in the cool morning air, joggers passing us every now and again.

“We’ve got this work thing next weekend, kind of like a fancy gala dinner” he says.

“Oh yeah?” I reply. “You looking forward to it?”

“Nah, not really…” he replies. “It’s just lots of boring speeches and fake networking going on, so…”

We continue walking, slurping coffee, squinting in the bright light.

“Say bud, I wanted to run something past you… Maybe it won’t be so bad, the gala I mean, if you came too” he says, eyebrows raised uncertainly. “How do you feel about being my plus one?”

“You want me to be your date?” I ask.

“Um, well…” he stumbles. “Err, I guess I haven’t really… um, how shall I put this… updated my colleagues about my, err… current…”

“Fling?” I ask.

“No!” he replies.

“Fuck?” I try again.

“Oh yeah… no, no, it’s not… “

“Situation?” I try.

“Yes…” he says slowly, inspecting the word from all angles, considering its implications.

Pulling my lips slightly downwards, raising my dark brows and nodding slightly, I do my best “Ok, I can see that” face.

“The last they heard from me, about my personal life that is, was when I broke up with Carmen…”

“Ah, the ex-girlfriend” I think to myself, but saying “The night we re-connected” instead.

“Right…”

We walk along quietly for a while, both lost in our thoughts. 

After the events of the last couple of weeks, it’s hard to even imagine Josh with a female of the species, I ponder. The way he knows his way around a man’s body, the eagerness and enthusiasm when we play with each other. 

But then again, I counter argue, that meaty cock probably worked wonders on pussy too… And he is a vision of masculinity. The 6ft3 frame, muscular build, manly-nonchalance, works in auto-mechanic industry… I bet they probably have no idea that burly Joshua has a fondness for playing dirty hide-the-sausage games with his buddy from  kindergarten… 

“So… They don’t know that you are now a full time faggot, eating ass and working the night shift at the fudge packing factory” I eventually ask, straight faced.

He winces at this, looking simultaneously pained and stressed.

“I’m just pulling your leg, handsome” I quickly say. “Don’t worry, I’ll behave. I know this is all still a bit… fresh.”

“So you’ll come with me?” he asks, looking immediately relieved, his bold brows not so heavy above those greenish-brown peepers anymore.

“Sure” I reply. 

“Thanks bud…” he says with a soft chuckle, as his big arm swings up from his side, curls around my neck and pulls me in for a sloppy kiss on the side off my face, me jokingly squirming like a cat being cuddled against its will.

“Anyway,” I add as I escape his clutches, “you know I love coming with you,” I wink.

“Ditto” he smiles, crooked grin in full effect. “And just for the record, I want us to come together for a very, very long time to come,” he adds, his big eyes lovingly looking my way, one thick eyebrow raised questioningly.

I do my best “Ok, I can see that” face again. 

* * * *

With the gala weekend approaching rapidly, I call up my friend Aretha to go shopping for an appropriate look.

“Hello..?”

“Hey. How’s tricks?”

“Who is this..?” she enquires.

“It’s me Jonny!”

“Oh… the one who passed away weeks ago,” she answers sarcastically.

“Yeah, sorry…” I reply. “My time’s been a little, um…”

“Eaten up, sucked up, fucked senseless by Joshua, I know” she says, cutting me off. “Don’t worry, I get it, it’s ok.” I hear her smile on the other end.

 “Right” I reply a little sheepishly. “Anyway, do you have time to help me find something smart for the weekend? I’m going to an auto-engineering gala thing with said man. As his date.”

“OMG,” she squeals, “get you, Mrs. Fancy Husband-Taylor-Moore! Is it one of those events with shiny new cars being revealed by hot, big titted gals in bikinis?!”

I chuckle. “You wish…”

“I do actually,“ she laughs. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an exciting reveal… Anyway, my friend Nance works at Emporium Uomo, she will be able to hook us up, maybe even throw in a bit of discount too…”

“Ah, great - not gonna say no to that” I say chirpily, knowing my pay check as Studio Assistant only goes so far.

“How about Saturday morning, around 11? Brunch, then suiting?”

“It’s a date” I answer.

* * * *

Before I know it, Saturday afternoon rolls along and I start getting ready for our first official outing together. Well, undercover outing, to be precise.

I hop in the shower, first wetting my whole body, letting the water run all over me for a couple of minutes, slowly rotating, warming up. I piss too, watching the yellow stream funnel down the drain.

Then I start by washing my face in little circular movements, and giving my hair a rinse. I find just-washed hair too soft and clean to do anything with, a rinse will do.

Next I lather up my chest, making hairy patterns across my pecs, my hard nipples like cherries in chocolate sprinkled whipped cream. Shoulders and back are next, then down my torso, before cleaning the dangling crown jewels, careful not to spend too much time groping in the danger zone. My crack and hole follows (another red light district), then down my thighs, calves and feet. 

I finish by giving it all a good rinse, before towelling off and usually looking at the shower floor in disdain; hair everywhere… It looks like I own a dog, but I don’t. I shrug, and move over to the sink, it’s nothing new.

After brushing my teeth and scraping my tongue clean, I lightly apply my signature woody aromatic scent, a heady androgynous mix of Geosmin, Pepperwood, Ambroxan, Rose and Island Musk. I only wear this one for special occasions, because a) it keeps it special, and b) it costs an arm and a leg, and I can’t afford to re-stock all the time. I hang up my towel and make my way to get dressed (up).

I ended up going for a ridiculously priced, but stunning cut skinny navy suit by a renowned Italian fashion house, paired with a vivid green, fine knit high neck underneath - in Nance’s words, “still formal, but younger with a bit of an edge” and who was I to argue? Add her 75% staff discount, and it was sold.

If you’re gonna swing, might as well swing big.

* * * *

At exactly 18:30 the door buzzes. Not just sexy, but also punctual - go figure.

“Hey”

“Good evening. I’m here to pick up a Mr. Jonathan Hotstuff, please…” I hear in my favourite calm, deep voice.

I chuckle. “Come on up handsome…” Bzzzzzrrrrr-click!

My jaw nearly hits the floor when I open the door. In front of me stands a familiar face, but not one I’ve seen before.

“Oh, my, god...” I whisper, looking him up and down. “Someone scrubs up… well!” I stand there almost drooling.

He smiles his lop-sided smile. “Hey there bud, what do ya think?” My knees go weak, my heart skips a beat and I suspect I might just melt if I stare long enough - but I’ll take my chances.

Cleanly shaven with glossy, slicked down hair, complete with side parting - pulling all focus to his distinct facial features. Big greenish-brown eyes sitting calmly under thick, bushy (brushed even?) brows, full plump lips and strong, square jaw supported by a muscular neck - the personification of hot man-child-cum-sex-object.

My eyes travel a little further south. He is wearing a fitted black suit with a crisp, wing-tip collar white shirt, his robust chest visible through the fabric, as is those suckable nips. The shirt is tucked into matching fitted trousers, belted, showing off his bubble butt, muscular thighs and defined calves to great effect, ending slightly cropped above a pair of minimal black boots. “Mmm, dapper…”

But it’s his bulging pouch that is immediately apparent from the off, the tight fit (and for once, underwear I presume) lifting, condensing and pushing his admirable package to the fore, acting as a super-strength magnet for crotch-watching eyes. “Oooof…”

“You look really sophisticated, bud” he remarks a little self-consciously, trying to deflect attention elsewhere. “I love the green and navy together, very smart. And sexy…” he says, licking his lips, his big eyes scanning (and possibly also undressing) me, while his kissable lower lips falls slightly agape. 

“Btw, something smells… Hmmm... Is that you, bud?” he asks as I nod. “I think we better get going before we don’t go anywhere at all,” he chuckles, biting his lower lip.

“Ditto” I reply, also feeling the feels.

“Ready?” he asks, eyes ablaze with desire.

“Uh-huh” is all I can muster.

* * * *

The gala dinner is exactly the thing Josh described it as. Lots of straight people talking about engineering and cars, networking and deal-dropping.

But on the plus side, there is lots of free booze, and the venue is pretty spectacular. Opulently high ceilings, low hanging chandeliers, cozy circular leather booths lining the sides, with larger round tables in the middle of the space, small stage to one side.

Luckily we get seated at a booth, and all the way through the speeches, congratulations and announcements, there is the opportunity for Josh’s hand to discreetly slip under the table to caress or casually hold my thigh with his large warm hand.

As the champagne keeps flowing throughout the evening, so to Josh relaxes and becomes ever more openly affectionate towards me, our discretion waring thinner as the night gallops along. 

He looks so dapper all dressed up, I have to keep myself from drooling when he seductively wriggle out of his jacket, the shirt straining to contain all of his toned caramel mass. Especially as later on the top button on his tuxedo shirt is undone, and a little later the second, before eventually the third reveals just enough of his bronzed, slightly hairy pecs to get my pulse racing. 

Visually he is the alpha male personified, but with a gentle manner and loving nature, and the ability to make my panties wet. 

As so often happens, especially aided by alcohol, the predominantly straight crowd is completely oblivious to our shameless homoerotic physicality and flirty body language. 

It’s similar to conversations regularly overheard at Pride marches: “Oh, look how nice! That young guy there came with his dad. And they both have bushy beards. His dad even dressed up too. So nice to see supportive parents…” Meanwhile, round the next corner, bearded leather daddy is cumming red-faced all over his son’s hairy cheeks, with about 4 other daddies watching, stroking and waiting to do the same.

Context is everything, of course. And when you don’t expect it, you don’t look for it. 

In this way we get away with Josh flinging his muscly arm around my back, gently caressing my shoulder, while looking lovingly at me with those puppy dog eyes, as I overhear a middle-aged woman telling her partner with a proud smile: “They apparently went to kindergarten together and has been best friends ever since. Isn’t that nice that they still share such a close bond…”

An engineer tells his associate: “Yeah, and then he broke up with his long time girlfriend Carmen, which was very sad for all involved. But best bud Jonathan there has been brilliantly supporting our big man all the way…” as Josh leans in to me, squeezes my thigh under the table and whispers close to my ear, “I can’t wait to get my hand all over you, and molest the bejesus out of your yummy dick…” before planting a wet kiss on my ear with those soft, plump lips, the back of his head facing the engineer as I look on, trying to keep a straight face while experiencing a definite upwards curvature in my undies.

No one bats an eye when Josh playfully pats and squeezes my butt as we wait at the bar for a drink, nor when I drunkenly inspect his muscles, copping a feel of his bicep and pec for “comparison”, making his nipple stiff as steel.

As they finally present the last award, honouring someone whose name I didn’t quite catch, for inventing something I don’t quite understand, the lights dim completely and a video of said, um, thing is shown on a movie-sized screen.

Like a flash, my hand has found his crotch under the table as I slowly trace and tease his meaty cock through his clingy suit trousers. I feel it respond to my touch by bulgingly expanding in swelling pulses as blood surges into the thirsty sponge-like tissue  - like a friendly cat nudging its head against my hand, marking me.

In the near darkness, I hear him breathing heavily next to me, as his warm hand slides down from where it was resting around my shoulder, diving straight down my back, underneath my waistband, onto my bare bottom. 

With my fingers exploring every throbbing swell, hardening wave and fold of fabric around his expanding crotch, I locate the zipper. Carefully as I can, I start releasing the warm mushrooming mass from its tight confinement, his exceedingly thick phallus spilling out through the opening. Was it not for his whitey-tighties, it would have probably ricocheted against the table top from underneath.

His hand clammily continued gliding down my behind, finding my crack, as I raise myself subtly off the seat, allowing his fat fingers access to my hankering hole underneath.

Suddenly there’s clapping. Josh quickly retrieved his hand, does a round, before then casually swiping it past his mouth, as if wiping it’s corner, before retracing its path downstairs. I feel his warm, spit coated finger circle my hole, while I push down onto it, trying not to let my face reveal that his wiggling, slowly rotating digit is starting to thrillingly penetrate me.

Finding his hard cock again under the table, I manage to wriggle my fingers underneath the side elastic, and slip my hand inside his y-fronts. He exhales slowly, deeply, as my hand makes scorching contact with his boiling hot fuck stick. I start squeezing it like I used to when we were young boys, jiggling it in my hand, feeling its weight, taking in its warmth, sliding my finger inside his moist foreskin, circling his helmet. Only difference is now, as an adult, Josh’s monumental meat is wet with seeping excitement.

My turn to breathe out deeply, as I feel his finger properly slipping inside, worming it’s way deeper into me. I can’t help but subtly grind into it, encouraging it to explore even deeper.

“Cheers bud…” he pants, raising his glass. “Chinks handsome” I slur back, as we toast and take a swig of champagne, me sitting on his stiff middle finger, his dripping dick being milked in the dark.

He leans over to me, whispering in my ear. “Remember that time we went on a pre-school outing and saw that animation film?”

“Yeah…” I reply, as we continue our sordid activities.

“I’ll never forget how when the lights went out, how we rubbed each other’s little dicks in the darkened seats, how your played with my foreskin, how good it felt…”

“Uh-huh,” I grunt, continuing to rub his massive, throbbing meatbag.

“It was so fucking hot knowing we could get caught any second…”

“Deja vu, no?” I gasp.

“Fuck, yeah…” he slurs.   

Our movements and handling get more and more urgent as the film is clearly nearing its conclusion. I feel his shaft pulsate under my short, erratic strokes, while his finger finds the happy hunch in my passage, rubbing seven shades of sap out of it. 

I get the sense that he is close, which is making me get closer too, perspiration collecting on his brow, his mouth slightly agape as he leans forward, one elbow on the table, his other hand hard at work. I keep rubbing and squeezing him as hard as I can, my fingers wet with his juice.

Then the lights unexpectedly come on again, and a spontaneous round of applause breaks out. This is just enough distraction for Josh to awkwardly tuck his cock back into his pants, albeit not necessarily hidden, snail trails adorning the the bulging fabric around the crime scene. Simultaneously I lift, releasing his hand from finger-fuck duty, knowing this particular game will have to be finished soon, as the final round of mingling and networking under bright lights commence.

Both still completely pumped and loaded, we aim for the restrooms, ready to shoot. Finding the Accessible Toilet empty was a god sent: more space and no gawkers.

“Dunno if we should go in the Accessible really…” he states well-meaningly, while his raging hard-on is testing the strength and durability of his suit’s zipper, “Someone might actually need it…”

I look at him for a second. “We actually need it Josh. If we don’t empty our sacks right now Mister, we both might implode and end up in wheelchairs anyway” I reply blankly, trying to hide my bulging emergency.

He looks at me, then down at my restlessly pulsing bulge, before looking down at his own roaring mini-mountain, “Err, right,” before flinging the door open, yanking me inside with him and locking behind us. I have childhood flashbacks all over again, those naughty eyes, the urgency, the secrecy, the need.

As the door latch slides safely shut, so to our lips lock as we noisily start eating each others faces, our tongues wrestling, lips stretching and slurping, emergent stubble rasping.

His big hands grabs hold of my ass and pulls me tightly into him, his hot throbbing phallus squashed snugly against mine, moist suiting fabric in between.

Instinctively we start swaying side to side, our hard bulges rubbing and slipping stimulatingly past each other, just like we used to play as young boys.

Our now adult-sized members are so engorged and responsive, the friction is enough to get us off. Had a blind man walked in on us, he would have sworn there was two bulldogs in there franticly gobbling down their food by the sound of things.

“Urgh…” swish-flop, “hmm…” swish-flop “urgh…” swish-flop “argh…” swish flop…

“I’m almost there Josh” I huff, after he pulls his big wet tongue out my mouth from where I’d been noisily trying to swallow it.

“Me too bud… I’m so close” he replies, his hefty lump rubbing roughly against mine.

“Urgh yeah, uh, uh, argh, ooof, argh, uh, urgh urgh, argh…”

“Urgh I’m gonna squirt..!” I moan eventually, as I hastily unzip my fly and yank out my ticking time bomb, falling down onto my knees at the last second, as he frantically unzips too.

Pulling out that enormous cock out his suit fly, he points it straight at my face like a pump action shotgun, mere inches away. “Fuck urgh, fuck… yeah… yeah, URGH… And with one, two quick slides of his hand, knees bent, he fires his hot cum out of that fleshy double-barrel all over my face. I close my eyes and stick out my tongue in appreciation, as he gruntingly pushes out creamy streak after creamy streak, shooting his steamy load splash landing in my hair, over my lids and straight into my mouth, excess dripping down my tongue. “Ooooof… Ooooooof…. Ooooooooof….” 

“Wo hoho, hoho hohoho..!” I chuckle, eyes closed, as I hear him force out the last few squirts of his seemingly unending load, the smell of randy ammonia filling my nostrils.

Once he catches his breath, he looks down with those big brown eyes. “Jeez bud, I didn’t mean to completely bukkake you, I just couldn’t hold it back… But you took it like a champ” he adds proudly.

“Hehe, it’s ok, regular facials are good for the complexion. So I’ve heard, anyway” I say jokingly, eyes still half shut.

“Sure is” he winks. “But let’s get you a little more… presentable again” he laughs, with his hand rubbing my soiled, sticky hair.

“Don’t worry, I got my own back, too” I smirk, hinting with my head towards his trousers, as he notices the carnage on his suit legs. And dress socks. And boots. 

“Looks like someone had a pretty intense nut too” he laughs. “Fuckin’ hell, bud!”

“The force was strong in this one…” 

“Ditto” he laughs. “Let’s freshen up a bit, shall we? 

“I do you and you do me?” I ask, still on my knees and looking up at him with my soiled face.

“Sure. You go first.”

I bend forward, palms resting on the cum splattered floor, and start cleaning his boots, my tongue lapping up my creamy drops spilled on his leather boots, recognising my own taste.

Once clean, I move on to his smart dress socks, pushing up his trousers to suck up every last squirt stuck on the fine knit. His suit trousers are next, his muscular calves stretching it tightly. Almost in a trance, like a moth to a flame, I keep licking and sucking, running my tongue all the way up the fabric of his trousers, looking up every now and then, making eye contact with Josh, as he looks down on me approvingly. 

By the time I get past his knee and onto his robust thighs, the taste changes subtly as I encounter his own spillage, the last of his emissions that wasn’t airborne.

I continue my slurping duty upwards, inspecting his sweaty nutsack hanging out of his open fly, my tongue finding any bits of jizz that dribbled down onto the warm, soft skin.

Placing my hands on those bulging thighs of his for support, I move onto his wet pole, still hanging heavily at half mast, oozing the last of his salty sweet nectar from his slit.

I spread my tongue along the underneath his shaft, licking upwards towards the tip, making electrifying eye contact with him, as he gently caresses my head with his sticky hand, smiling at me. When I get to his helmet, I slurp his whole length into my mouth, letting it slide down my throat, getting every last drop of goodness out (but also knowing this is the only way to deep throat that enormous thing, when it’s not at full capacity).

“Oooooowwwww…” he sighs softly, as my nose nestles in his pubes, his huge phallus slowly shrinking inside my throat as I smell his manly musk.

It pulls out with a sloppy “flop”, his glistening cock lazily swinging back against his balls.

“Oh man, you drive me crazy…” he whispers, pulling me up for a messy kiss.

I feel him starting to move his plump lips warmly around my mouth, as they slide along my skin, cleaning up his fuck juice from my filthy face. Every time his sandpaper 10 o’clock stubble scratch against my skin, I let out a soft, satisfying “Hmmm…”.

He works his way sensually down my body, until he eagerly slurps on my drooping dick, gently cradling my sack in his hand as he extracts the last drops from inside me.

Both a little worse for ware and now also quite unsightly to boot, we decide to call it a night, as we duck outside to find a taxi home, stained clothes, stubble rash and sordid smells n’all.

* * * *

The next morning I wake up in bed next to Josh, stark-bollock-naked with the duvet gathered at our feet, half tumbling down, his athletic limbs gracefully curled around me, the heat emanating from his body keeping me perfectly warm.

“Morning bud…” he whispers, giving me a gentle squeeze from behind as he senses me wake from my coma.

“Hey handsome man…” I reply, scrunching my face up, sensing the champagne hangover hovering a few inches around my head. “Urgh, I feel rough…”

“Yup” he chuckles. “We got pretty wasted last night…”

“The free champagne bar seemed a brilliant idea at the time,” I grimace, “but less so now.”

“Uh-huh” he chuckles, before kissing the back of my neck, his newly grown stubble on his chin tickling my skin.

“Hope we didn’t behave too badly in front of colleagues and acquaintances…” I ponder, as he replies with a slow “Er, well…” before my memory vaguely returns.

“Oh god… I remember you just looking really hot and sexy, and then… Then we were in a cubicle…” 

“Accessible toilet, actually” he chuckles.

“Right…  Last thing I remember, was you just completely caking me in your creamy cum. After that, everything is pretty blurry…” I laugh.

“Don’t worry,” he says, tightening his arms around me. “You made me proud to be with you, and behaved perfectly well!” he laughs. “And you still remembered the best part.”

“Yeah..?” I ask.

“Uh-huh” replies into my neck. “Especially when you sucked all the cum of my fancy suit trousers” he whispers, playfully licking my earlobe from behind with his wet, warm tongue.

“Huh? I did..?” I reply, feeling his warm sausage pressing against my bum cheeks as I try and recall events.

“And then you ate all mine too” he chuckles.

“Jesus Christ” I sigh. “What a horny cum slut I am…”

“Totally”! he laughs, before whispering in my ear, “But you’re my horny cum slut”, as he pulls my face his way and kisses me tenderly on the cheek.

“I would love nothing more than to continue where we left it last night bud, but I gotta get going. I’m meeting Nick this morning, him and his girlfriend are moving, but Sarah’s pregnant, and apparently he can’t carry the furniture alone down the stair… What a lightweight!” he jokes, as he hauls himself out of bed and I watch that firm bubble butt bobbing out the door as he calls back to me. “Coffee for my hungover man?”

“Hmm…” I grunt, as I hear the bean grinder whirr.

* * * *

A few minute later, he walk back into the bedroom, a steaming mug of coffee in each hand, his meaty schlong cheerily swinging between his legs, his eyes ablaze and his mouth pulled into an eager grin.

“You look very happy all of a sudden” I remark, looking him up and down, thinking I would probably also smile widely if I looked like a real-life greek god plus added inches.

“Nick just called and cancelled,” he answers excitedly, “something about a delay with the rental van or something… Basically, it just means I can get back into bed with you!” he says, beaming from ear to ear.

“Caffeine for my horny cum slut…” he chuckles, handing me a cup of ambition, before sliding in next to me under the duvet.

“Hmm, thanks Bukakke Solo” I joke back, carefully taking a sip, savoring my cure. 

After finishing my coffee, I glide deeper into bed, and announce: “I think I need a nap..”

“Be my guest bud,” he replies, as he wraps his heavy arm around me and pulls me into his bodily warmth. “Might just join you.”

* * * *

When I awake Josh is still spooning me. It is bright outside, although I have no idea what time it is. My stirring wakes him too.

“Feeling better?” he asks, eyes still closed.

“Much” I answer. “Did you sleep too?”

“Hmm…” he answers, “a little. Dreamt quite a bit…”

“Anything interesting?” I ask.

“Oh yeah…” he replies softly. “You were in it too.”

“Gmf…” I snort, before adding: “Was I a bad cum slut in it?” 

“Always” he replies, as he he pulls me closer and I feel his muscular body warmly pressing against my back.

I start grinding my hips into his hot groin, whispering “So are you going to tell me about it big man?”

He takes my butt meat in his hands, gently squeezing and massaging them. “I don’t know if I should…” he whispers in my ear, as I feel my dick harden and slowly rotate upwards, dragging heavily along the mattress.

“I’m all ears” I reply, “try me…”

Pulling my face back towards him we kiss deeply, our tongues sliding around each other, stubble rasping against stubble, lips sucking and smearing. Sometimes morning breath and horniness goes hand in hand, and everything is just really hot and dirty.

“I dreamt about one of our games... Tell me, did you ever play our kind with other boys when we were younger?” Josh asks as we take a breather, our bodies still lazily rubbing and grinding into each other.

“Um… Only once or twice maybe…” I answer, “but not quite as purposefully like we did… Why are you asking?”

His wet tongue and plump lips find mine again, lustfully tasting me again before answering.

“Remember how you used to sit on my wiener? How I pulled my foreskin back and you parted your butt cheeks before sitting down on it?”

“Yeah..?” I answer, his hands gliding all over me, his juicy junk sliming me from behind.

“I got me thinking bud… What does it feel like, you know, to take a cock inside you… And to have an orgasm while getting fucked… Does it feel different to just cumming normally?”

I raise my eyebrows, a little surprised by his questions.

“Um, yeah, definitely different…” I reply.

“In what way?”

“Well, for me it’s just a way more intense physical sensation, you know? Your prostrate is being stimulated, while your ring is stretched, as well as the actual pounding onto your butt, or thighs, or whatever position your taking it…” 

“Uh-huh” he answers, kissing and rubbing his stubble on my neck.

“Also, the fact that you are being dominated by someone in a sense, and are at their mercy in a way… It’s just hot…”

“Yeah…?” he asks.

“Fuck yeah…” I answer, getting more and more turned on by our talk. “Busting a nut, while stuffed to the brim is just like *makes explosive sound*. And I tend to actually squirt way more like that as well, which obviously feels fantastic, you know, the bigger the load, the bigger the pleasure so-to-speak.”

“Uh-huh…” he answers, as we lie spooning, both breathing a little faster and heavier, Josh sensually caresses my hairy torso, his hands rubbing my pecs, stroking along my abs, his cock straining against my ass.

“I was just wondering… You know….” he starts again. “Well, I mean… Did anyone else ever sit down like that… on you?” he finally asks, both of us clearly breathing a little faster, a little hornier.

“Oh…” I reply, as his hand finds my by-now hard cock, and gently starts playing with it, pumping it bigger with every squeeze. “A few times I guess… But not as a young boy. This was much later…”

“Hmm” he mutters, “I see...” 

“Right, enough of this… On your back big man” I demand. “Time for some breakfast” I joke. “Sausage ok?”

He smiles his crooked grin, flips onto his back, eyes burning into mine as he pulls up a pillow behind his head, opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, luring my drooling dick to fill it.

I accept, swinging my knee over his chest, nudging closer and smearing my helmet against his inviting velvet flap. “Uurrgh luck heah…” he groans, sensing my pre-cum on his tastebuds, before I push my shaft into his waiting, wide open wet hole.

His juicy lips seal tightly around my girth, as I start sliding in and out of him, his hand desperately reaching for his mighty prick behind my back.

Pulling out of his mouth to slap-slap-slap some seepage from my slit onto his eager wriggling tongue, I hear his moist meat wetly answering behind me, like a parrot repeating a sound.

His question from earlier still lingers in my head, as I glide in and out of him, his tongue mouthwateringly sweeping along the underside of my shaft. “Why did you wanna know about other boys sitting on my dick, Josh?” I ask in between thrusts, pulling out again to let him answer. “Tell me.”

“Um, it’s just… I’ve never, well…” he struggles, before eventually getting his words in order: “Would you ever consider playing that particular game with me?” 

I raise an eyebrow, his answer catching me little off-guard, but I feel simultaneously totally turned on by it. I direct my dick back towards his mouth, now fully pumped and veiny, and plunge right back in. 

“So… You want me to top you?” I ask, his mouth still clamped around my throbbing cock, spit dripping down his chin as I furiously start fucking his face in agreement.

“Urgh-huh…” he mutters, his mouth completely stuffed.

“You want my meat up your tight hole, huh?”

“Orghh heah…” he answers, now hammering his head onto my swollen prick, his muscles twitching as he noisily whacks his own.

I’m surprisingly turned on by this unexpected turn of events, as I pull my shaft out with a wet “plop!” - like the cork out of a wine bottle. 

“Ok then big man…” I whisper, as I get off his heaving, sweaty chest, and move down the bed, my rock hard dick ticking between my legs.

I lift up those spectacularly sporty legs and I admire his sturdy thighs as they expand against his torso when making contact, his feet in the air, big eyes full of lust and  locked onto mine, following my every move, luscious lips slightly parted, breathing heavily with anticipation.

Although always staring whenever presented with it in the flesh, or grabbing hold of its firm mass when pounding into me, I’ve never really viewed Josh’s bubble butt quite like this, but looking at it now, splayed open with his little dark eye blinking at me like a juicy quartered peach, I’m surprised I haven’t before…

I lower myself down, my nose sniffing his heavy sack wobbling above his tight, little starfish, a few stray dark hairs decorating the entrance. I take in his heady musk, the sweaty aroma making my wood jump. I slurp his low hangers into my mouth, one at a time, rolling them around with my tongue, Josh’s hands clamped behind his knees. Eventually I manage to take both in my mouth, and gently suck on them (what else can one do with nuts this size of eggs), as he looks on, eyebrows lifting sharply in the middle of his face, a picture of lust.

“Aarrgh yeah…” he moans, as I use my tongue to tickle his hefty nuts stuffed in my gob. They slip out again with a loud “plop!” all wet and shiny, spit running down his perineum towards his clenched hole underneath.

Pulling his knees up even higher, I take this as the green light to dive into his unexplored valley. 

It tastes salty and sweet at the same time, his hot flesh like salted caramel on my tongue. Slowly I travel up and down the gorge, mapping out the way with my wet brush, as he alternates between heavy breathing and soft moans, his starfish twitching in anticipation, waiting for its turn.

Once tasting him from inside, my tongue acts as both thermostat and stethoscope, as I feel the wet vibrations of his racing pulse and feel the heat of his arousal. “Ooourgh, oourgh, ourggghh…” his moaning seems to agree.

A small wet patch is forming on the mattress underneath my dripping dick, as I pump out almost as much pre-cum as my lover who I am devouring from behind, silky strands connecting the bed to my ticking tool, Josh still wetly wacking his wang. 

Our eyes intensely locked together, slowly, carefully I start wriggling a finger coated in my seeping sap around his hole, feeling it glide over every little fold and crevice, coaxing it open. 

“Argh… Argh… Ooooppph… Argh…” he moans, the magic words that will open the hidden door.

With a rotating action I guide my middle finger carefully inside him, feeling his heartbeat clamped tightly around me. It’s hot as fuck, and not a game we’ve played before, but one we’re both clearly enjoying.

After a lot of careful wiggling, sensual sliding and slow stretching, his hungry hole is eventually relaxed enough to take two of my fingers, as I cautiously finger fuck my olive skinned, muscled-up alpha male and making him squirm and pant.

“Uuurgh, ooooph, argh yeah, argh…” he pants, “Give it to me bud, I wanna feel you inside me, I’m ready…”

“He he, are you sure handsome?” I chuckle, as I vigorously shake my two digits in his tight grip, making his firm butt flesh jiggle, and his eyes wiggle.

“Fuck yeah bud… I want it so bad” he moans, his mouth hanging agape, the fronts of his eyebrows raised up to high heavens, desperate for it.

“On your front” I demand, pulling my fingers out of his hot, pulsating arsehole, a slimy string coming with, as he turns over face down on the bed.

I make myself comfortable on his spreading thighs, and massage that amazing bubble butt, as he breaths heavily into the duvet. Although my dick’s drooling, I still ad some extra lube - I want to give Josh as silky a break-in as possible.

Using my prick like a paintbrush, I smear my cummy-lube mix up and down his butt cleavage, applying a little more pressure with every stroke. Every time my cock head partially parts his dilated hole, he let out a deep “Uuuuuurgh…”, encouraging me to go closer, deeper, harder, until my head catches in it, and slowly starts getting enveloped by his hungry sphincter.

“Ooooooph, oooooh, aargh, hoh, hoh...”

“You ok there Joshie?” I ask, freezing in place, gently squeezing his firm butt meat.

“Huh, yeah… I’m ok… Oooph…” he huffs into the duvet.

“Start pushing back into me when you are ready,” I whisper. “It’ll make it easier if you imagine that you are having a shit” I continue, “just lightly start pushing it out…”

A few seconds later, I feel my veiny shaft slowly sink into his firm flesh, his hole stretched tightly around me, his hole swallowing me whole.

“That’s it… Fuck, that’s it… Ooooph” I breath out, as I slide deeper and deeper into my kindergarten budddy’s virgin asshole.

For a few moments I just ever so slightly sway side to side, letting Josh get accustomed to me impaling him. Eventually he starts grinding back into me, and I take this as my cue to play ball.

With his beautiful athletic limbs spread onto the bed below me, his bubble butt raised to the sky, I place my knees on either side and start fucking him, knealing jockey style, sliding my greasy pole in and out of his hot, tightly clenched hole, kneading his meaty cheeks with my hands.

“Urgh, ooh, argh, ooh, urgh, ooh, argh, uh, uh, ooh, argh…” goes our beautiful sloppy fuck symphony.

I lean in closely over him, kissing his neck as I keep sensually pumping him, my clammy balls dragging up and down on his slippery perineum.  

“Ok there handsome?” I whisper between thrusts.

“Urgh, fuck yeah, feels, argh, so huh good…” he replies looking over his bulging, sweaty shoulder with big brown eyes that are at once pleading and elated.

“Your clenching me so tightly, it’s fucking amazing…” I huff.

“Bud, it’s not actually a choice…” he mutters into the duvet, both of us breaking out into a chuckle after a few seconds of silence, before continuing our fuck fest.

Reaching underneath his quivering butt meat, I find his cock, hard as a rock and completely soaked with his seeping desires. “Hmm yeah..” I whisper as I start sliding my hand along his slippery shaft in sync with my hip pumps.

“Ah yeah, argh, urgh, argh, uh…” he agrees, his lower lip caught in between his teeth.

My other hand finds his swinging ball sack, as I grab them and gently squeeze and massage them, making him moan.

“Feels… so… good… “ he huffs, sensing a burning desire creeping up on him from across the horizon. “I’m so ready to nut, whenever you are…”

“Yeah urgh, I can nut too, huh…” I reply, sweat drops collecting on my brow, feeling the cord on my own dynamite fuse is already lit too.

“Ok” I say, as I pull my wet, swollen prick out of his gaping hole, leaving a perfect “o”.

“Huh..?” 

“On your back handsome” I order.

Its such a turn on seeing burly Josh being so submissive, just doing as he is told and looking at me with those big, pleadingly lustful eyes, similar to how he used to look at me when he wanted me to play with his thick pecker as a young boy behind the garage wall, where no one could see us getting off.

Not breaking eye contact, he turns around, gets on his back and lifts those bulky legs back up in the air, wet meat slipping against his shiny abductor muscles. I smile and I grab hold of his ankles and push them back even further, lifting his blinking magenta opening up high and bringing his knees to rest against his wide shoulders.

I look at him intensely, waiting for a sign. He nods, giving me the all clear. Hovering over him with bent knees I aim my tool for his twitching bullseye and sink my shaft back into him, my length disappearing into his tight, warm embrace like quicksand.

“Argh, argh, argh, argh, urgh, argh, urgh urgh, argh!” he moans as I pyramid-fuck the living daylight out of him, my inner things slapping noisily against his, my nutsack slamming his butt cheeks, as I hammer down into him.

I’m quietly impressed with how flexible Josh is for such a bulky, muscly man - but I’m keen to push even further, as I see that massive, glistening phallus of his bounce around in front of his face.

Forcing his ankles back further, he watches with eager eyes how his hard, thick sausage swings closer and closer to his mouth. Tongue out, he tries catching it, but only manage smearing pre-cum in silky strands between his mouth and swollen helmet. 

As I keep fucking him, I keep pushing him more, until his head makes proper contact with his luscious lips, and he locks onto it like a human vacuum cleaner.

I’m totally getting off on what I’m seeing. Josh, folded in half, big feet swaying mid air,  eyes glued to mine, lustfully slurping on his own thick, veiny 8.5 incher, as I pummel his guts, making him whimper and moan, both holes completely stuffed .

Finally I see his eyes getting hazy, his scrotum tighten and his lips loosening their grip on his shiny helmet head. I know it’s coming, I feel it too. I can’t take my eyes off him, watching him experience his first intense anal/prostate orgasm while being fucked. I’m trying to delay mine, waiting for his to hit first. 

I keep plunging down into him, putting all my weight behind it, my balls whacking and sticking to his spread rim. I see the veins on his neck start bulging as his head tilts back in ecstasy, his eyes roll back into his skull and that phallus stands stiff as a cast iron log. Seconds later he starts squirting. 

“ARGGH, UUURGH, UUUUUUURGH, OOOOOORGH…”

Thick creamy ropes shoots out of his big piss slit, over his clenching mouth, sliding over his luscious lips and running down his stubbly chin onto his neck, as he moans like a man possessed, covering his scrunched-up cherubic face in his own sticky juices. I can’t help but nut too, feeling my jizz race through my shaft that is tightly clamped in his pulsating death grip, and rapturously out my tip into his soft, squishy depths.

My legs burning and my knees aching, I lift up slightly, my cock slipping out of his meaty pleasure palace, still lazily spurting out the last of my sticky load onto his red-gaping hole and flushed butt cheeks, running down his back.

“Ooooopph, phooooo….” I gasp looking down, watching and feeling my balls strain the last few milky drops out onto the mattress below, still firmly gripping his ankles mid air.

My eyes immediately shoot back upwards to meet Josh’s. Slowly they open, like awakening from some sordid dream, at first unsure, confused, then slowly focussing into an euphoric, post-coital glow.

Alright there, trooper?” I ask, smilingly catching my breath, sweat dripping from my brow, slowly loosening my grip on his ankles, as they start descending and spreading out on the bed, me slumping down between them.

“Oh my…” he sighs. “That was quite… something” he chuckles, looking at me like someone who has just seen the light, slowly sinking into the bed.

I laugh. “Not bad going for a rookie.”

Looking down to the mattress, my eyes widen and my pulse intensify again. Wet cummy mess between us, a few distinct drops of blood in the mixture. 

First I inspect my drooping cock, but find no source.

“Um, is everything OK Josh? I ask carefully, rubbing his thigh.

“Wonderful…” he slurs, those big eyes closed, mouth pulled into a lop-sided grin, as he lays his head back into the pillow.

“It’s just that there’s a bit of blood on the bed. Did I hurt you?” I ask.

He opens his eyes slowly. “Oh, probably just my hole… Don’t worry.”

“Oh shit... Sorry. Was I a bit over-eager there?”

“No, no, it’s fine. Just a little tear, I’m sure… I felt it when you entered me the second time round, like a small pop down there. It was great actually. Made me feel like I’m earning it…” he chuckles

“Ha..!” I say, still eyeing him a little suspiciously.

“Like a virgin…” he half smiles, half sings, “ripped for the very first time…”

“Alright tough guy” I answer, as I lean forward and give him a soft kiss that quickly turns deep and passionate, sweet and salty.

“I used to play rugby, remember?”

“Of course you did” I reply, running my hand along his muscular leg, eyeing his defined sweaty chest and thick neck. “A cut here, a graze there, bruises… I’m used to it” he smiles. "All part of the game."

“If you say so…” I smile, as I lean into him, his arms wrapping tightly around me, as we lay there all tangled in our own moist filth, falling slowly asleep again, my spunk seeping out of his wrecked, but apparently happy hole.

* * * *

That evening, after dinner, I broach the subject of our mid-morning fuck, as we get comfy on the sofa. Although I enjoyed having a stab at Josh, I want to know if this is going to be a recurring theme. Not that I mind, but a greedy bottom like me likes to know where he stands.

“So… Now that you’ve had time to reflect - how did you experience being on the receiving end? Was it markedly different? Are you a convert?”

“Well” he starts off, eyeing me sheepishly over his wine glass, “how can I put this delicately…” he smirks. “During reflection I’ve discovered that going for a number two… after having a large seven wreck your innocent hole… is the number one pain on my list of uncomfortable situations” he chuckles, clearly proud of his “clean” analogy of a dirty tale.

“Welcome to my world” I add, raising my glass for a toast.

He chuckles. “But yeah, definitely a different kind of high, a different release…” he answers, eyes completely alive. 

“Different good, or different bad?” I ask, taking a sip of wine.

“It was great, believe me bud!” he answers. “I came more than I’ve ever done before… Well, it felt like that anyway! Also,” he says a little more animatedly, “I never realised I can actually suck my own cock, never mind while being pounded by my best bud! Damn, if only I discovered that earlier…” he winks.

I chuckle. “If I had an eight’n’half incher like that, you wouldn’t be able to get it out of my mouth!”

We both laugh at this, as we sip more wine, eyeing each other approvingly over our raised glasses. 

“But to be completely honest bud, I guess I’m just more comfortable fucking you” he smiles, looking up unsurely. “Um, if that’s ok with you, of course..?”

I try not to show it, but I’m thrilled. “Sure” I smile.

“…but it could be a nice change every once in a while, if you feel like it?”

“Sure” I answer, “once in a while when I feel the urge for a tight grip.”

“Talking of urges… What do you have planned for next weekend bud?”

“Depends… Why?” I ask.

“You wanna come hiking and camping in the mountains with me?" he suggests, winking and beaming from ear to ear. "Just you and me and the great outdoors…” 

I grin, take another sip of wine, then answer, eyeing him over my glass. “Maybe…”