The Body Remembers

We should probably think of heading back soon…” Josh mumbles, lifting his sweaty arm from around my neck, where I’ve been comfortably napping, snuggled up against him in the afternoon sun.

“Hmmm…” I reply, my eyes also still shut, as I feel him stretch out his arms behind his head.

“By the way, how’s your hole, bud?” he asks softly.

“Still there, I think…” I answer blankly, making him chuckle.

“Walkable?” he replies.

“I guess, we’ll find out, won’t we? I’m sure it’ll be fine as long as we go slow and take our time…”

“Uh-huh” he nods. “Whatever you need bud. Let’g get that booty back to it’s best” he chuckles.

“Yeah”, I add, “So you can tear it to pieces again with your delicious monster.”

“That’s not what I meant!” he retorts laughingly. “By the way, sorry for wrecking your hole, I just thought…”

“I know, I asked for it - literally!” I chuckle. “Maybe you can try splitting it to other way, next time…” I wink.

I lean over, planting a soft kiss on his plump lips, simultaneously poking his large, now lazily napping sausage with my fingers. “Come on…” I smile, as I start pulling him up.

“Hmm, ok…” he grunts

* * * * *

It takes us almost twice as long to get back to the stone casa, partly because we’re walking much slower, partly because we don’t fuck like two dogs in heat halfway through. Even though it was tempting enough with both of us walking around naked, dicks bobbing and balls swaying, Josh’s sexy bubble butt and muscularly flexing legs hypnotising me up ahead.

We make it back to the cosy confines of our mountainside dwelling, just as the sun starts losing its heating power, our skin lightly goosebumped and scrotums sitting tight and snug inbetween our thighs by the time we start climbing the last few steps.

“Honey, we’re home..!” he calls, as said casa comes into view.

“Ah thank god, I’m exhausted…” I mumble.

“Yep, me too bud. Happy to get into some clean garbs now to be honest, I’m lion-cold."

“Lion cold?” I ask, looking at him in confusion.

“Oh, my dad used to say that…” he giggles. "It’s so cold, your cock shrinks until only the head and hairy mane can be seen" he explains, making matching "get it?" hand gestures.

“That literally is a dad-joke” I snort as we enter the rustic interior of the casa, nice and heated from a day’s worth of sunshine.

“So glad I don’t have to go and chop more wood for tonight now…” Josh remarks. “Luckily I split enough this morning.”

"You don’t say…” I joke, winking, but also clenching a little.

“Would a beer make it better?” he asks, his big greenish-brown peepers smiling warmly.

“I’m sure it won’t make it worse…” I reply.

* * * * *

For dinner, Josh grills us some sausages and serves it with leftover potatoes from the night before, crushing them with some herbs found growing around the casa, all moistened with a good helping of farm butter. Its fatty, but absolutely delicious and perfectly filling. Not unlike another sausage he’s been known to serve me once or twice before. 

Afterwards, we end up in front of the fire again, aiming to finish the whiskey we opened last night. Partly to help warm us up from inside, partly having less to slug back home with us again.

“So…” he says with a twinkle in his eye, “…you enjoyed my little impromptu performance of ‘Boy Wanking On Bus’ the other night?” flames from the fire reflecting in his burning peepers.

“You know I did! I came so hard, gosh… “ I chuckle. “The inside of my hoody looked like I a bottle of wood glue leaked out onto it.”

“Hehehe, good - a bit of wood glue fixes everything!” he chuckles. “Ever since you told me about how you used to beat off to that image of me knocking one out on the bus, I’ve been wanting to give you an encore, so to speak…” 

“And that you did mister” I smile, as he sips more amber. “But If I have to be brutally honest, I think the second time was an even better performance…”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that then?” he asks, big eyed, tumbler still hanging mid-air.

“Well for starters, although you had quite an extraordinarily meaty cock for a 12 year old, now it’s just something else. So thick and heavy…” I perv. “And man, can you properly shoot spunk now!”

“Well, I did save up a little before our trip…” he winks.

“That’s all good and well, but it’s not the first time I see you nut, mister” I say, taking another sip of whiskey. “It’s always plenty, always thick and always airborne.”

“Haha, ok…” he chuckles. “I guess it’s all in zee technique” he says animatedly, necking the last whiskey from his tumbler.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, downing mine as well, as he reaches behind him for the bottle to pour as another stiff one.

“Yeah…” he continues. “You have to clench and push at just the right moment… Just behind the wave of expulsion, if that makes sense, to give it an extra oomph…”

“I see…” I smile, getting all lubed up just thinking of his hot expulsions.

“…and also try and keep your shaft as straight as possible…”

“But your monster curves upwards…”

“Oh, no, I meant to keep it aligned to its natural position. Not point it down, or in another direction… Just have it point the way it would normally. That way the semen has a clear, unobtrusive path to freedom and so gathers more speed…” he explains.

“Hmmm…” I reply, Josh’s semen occupying every clear, unobtrusive path in my imagination.

“Also,” he says, looking particularly naughty, “I find the better the first squirt, the more likely I am to have a bigger load, with more shots fired. It’s a bit like a feeding frenzy in a way - first one takes a giant leap, the others follow out of excitement!”

“And I’ve seen and experienced that excitement” I add, my lust levels rising steadily.

He chuckles, his eyes telling me he’s feeling pretty horny too. “Anyway, I hope my original, classic bus ejaculation served as an early incentive for your own abundantly developed shooting skills” he winks, taking another sip.

“You know I used to beat my meat senseless thinking of you wanking in that bus, but you wanna know something else?” I ask, lustfully lowering my voice.

“Tell me…” he says, licking his luscious lips, his eyes undressing me in the dancing fire light.

“I used to imagine that scene a little differently, home alone with hard-on in hand…”

“Hmm, differently how?” he asks, eyeing me up and down, his chest more noticeably rising and falling with every breath.

“Well, so I see you in the back seat, getting hard and pulling your thick stick out, stroking it slowly, looking at me a few seats to the front, drooling for a piece of action…”

“Uh-huh…”

“But then I imagine myself getting up in front of all the other boys. I take off my t-shirt and pull down my shorts and underwear, my stiff pecker standing erect and ready…”

“Uh-huh…” he smiles, eyes widening.

“Then I walk slowly towards you also stroking. Seeing how engorged and flushed with blood your big dick is, totally excites me and spurs me on…”

“Hmmm…”

“A few feet away from you, I lie down in the isle, on my back, whacking my dick as you do the same, our eyes locked. Boys are cheering us on from the side, excited to see who will shoot first, who will shoot most… But I already know the answer to that, of course…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m on my back, waiting for you to spray your hot spunk all over my body, into my face, my mouth open and tongue hanging out in anticipation….”

“Oooph bud, that’s so hot…”

“Yep, and that’s how I ended up learning how to suck my own cock too” I add, taking a large swig of whiskey.

“Really?!” he asks, his tumbler pausing in front of his lips.

“Yeah. Because I imagined you jizzing all over my chest and face, I would lie on my bed at home when I was sure I would be alone, on my back swinging my legs over my shoulders and thrusting my teenage hips towards my face. I would then hammer away until I emtied my nuts all over myself…”

“Urgh, fuck….”

“I did this so many times fantasising about you, shooting cum over my face, into my mouth, missing my mouth, into my eyes” I laugh, “that I became supple enough to start taking my own cock.”

He takes a big swig, totally engrossed in my sordid tales.

“At first I could only reach my helmet with my tongue, tasting my pre-cum, which was normally enough to make me squirt. But over time, I manage to suck on my helmet and make myself cum like that, imagining I was swallowing your steaming spunk - it was such a turn on…”

“Was such a turn on? Is such a turn on… Oh my god, I’m totally wet bud. I’m oozing just listening to all this…”

“Yeah, me too actually…” I reply, feeling another shiny drop squeeze out of my slit.

“Tell me” he says, “can you still do it now?” his eyes naughty and drunk with lust.

“What? Suck my own cock?”

“Yeah...”

“I haven’t for a while, but I think so, yeah…”

“Lemme see. Show me.”

It’s quiet for a moment, the only sound our heavy breathing and the crackle from the fire, our eyes locked intensely and our bulges thumping.

“Show me how I used to cum on on your face in your bedroom” he says after a few seconds, pulling out his soaked sausage that is turning harder by the second. “I wanna see you mouth yourself to explosion and watch you eat it…” 

By the time I pull my sweater off, revealing my hairy chest, his grip automatically tightens around his thickening shaft. I slide my sweats off, my hard cock bouncing free, strand of pre-cum trailing it, as Josh softly bites his lower lip and instinctively starts moving his hand along his girthy length.

He watches intensely from the side as I lift my legs into the air, then lowering my knees towards the sides of my head, my drooling dick dangling ever closer to my mouth.

I can smell my own mucky desire, an inch or so away from my face, the same bodily aroma that used to permeate our dark cellar, their closed-off garden shed, and our locked bedrooms as youngsters.

As my lips finally make contact with my glans, Josh shuffles closer on his knees, his mouth slightly agape, lazily letting his foreskin flick back and forth over his swollen helmet, watching my every move.

“Hmmm… shlurp, shlop, hmm, shlurp…” 

“Ah yeah, that’s it…” he replies, hornily watching my self-sucking show.

With every slurp, my grip on my helmet gets better, until my lips start forcing back my foreskin completely over my ridge.

“Shlurp, shlop, shlurp, hmm… Shlop, shlurp…”

“Ah fuck yeah… Eat that dick” he groans, steadily beating his massive meat, wet whacking sounds competing with the insistent crackle from the fire.

He shuffles closer still, his big eyes fixed on the action, as I start taking more and more of my own cock into my warm hole, the taste of my own pre-cum swilling around my tastebuds. Kneeling over me, he places his left hand on my perineum, gently pushing down, forcing even more of my shaft into my slobbering mouth.

“Ah yeah, that’s it… Oooph… Mmmm…” he grunts, urgently whacking his greasy pole hovering close to my face, close enough for me to smell his hot stink too.

“Tastes good?” he whispers.

“Orgh-ho…” I grunt, my own dick stuffed in my mouth.

“Wanna taste mine too?” he asks

“Orgh-ho.”

He nudges his cock against mine, a spark of electricity pulse through my body as his hot flesh makes contact with mine, natural lube serving as the perfect conductor.

I let my swollen head slip out with a wet “plop” as I attach to his, noisily and eagerly alternating between the two dripping organs, the randy aroma of spit and oozing meat getting me high.

“You close to squirting too, bud?”

“Orgh-ho!” I repeat.

“You want my sticky seed too?”

“Orgh-ho!”

“Ready for me to cake you in cum, here on your back in the bus in front of everyone?”

“ORGH-HO!”

“Are you gonna squirt with me, show me how you practiced?”

“OORGH-HO!!”

His hand reaches for his throbbing fuck stick, yanking his wet foreskin back and forth, his balls bobbing underneath, sweet drops on his heavy brow. Shoulder muscles twitch and pecs flex as he urgently milks that thick eight’n’half incher, watching me devour my own dick, seeing my eyes start rolling back in my skull, feeling the rush of cream traveling in my tubes.

“Urgh urgh yeah urgh, that’s it, yeah urgh argh aargh aaargh...” he grunts, globules of glistening pre-cum transferring to my sweating face.

“Cum all over me Josh, spray me with your juice…” I plead as I release my cock from my lips, having safely passed the point of no return, as Josh stretches his big left hand over my face, covering my eyes.

As soon as I start flooding my own face, he starts squirting too. Some of his impressive load shoots directly into my open mouth, most of it splashes onto my spasming cock, his thick jizz slowly running down my shaft and joining the others on my tongue.

Both our excesses start piling up on top of each other around my mouth, in between his thick fingers and over my jaw, my stubble holding the slippery gel like velcro hooks to my skin. I feel our semen smoothie run down my chin onto my neck, as I smilingly swallow the main event.

Josh leans in for a dirty kiss, his tongue urgently lapping at our sperm mix clinging to the insides of my mouth, breathing heavily.

“Oooopppphhhhhh…” he exhales slowly, as his tongue leaves my face hole and we unlock, his lips shiny and wet with spunky saliva.

“Thanks big man urgh… ooh…” I huff, soiled and out of breath. “That… huh… is exactly how I, oooh… imagined you huh cumming all over me in that bus oooph was…”

“You filthy cum-pig” he smiles, kissing me again, this time slowly and sensually. “You really do it for me bud…” 

“Ditto, ditto, ditto…” I reply softly, licking my lips.

“And we didn’t wreck your hole any further either, see?” he adds, playfully patting my butt, giving me a skewed grin.

“Oooph, hang one big man, I’m cramping…” I say, swinging my legs back down and straightening my back. “Aaaaargh…”

“You ok bud? Is that a good or a bad ‘aargh’?” he asks.

“Bit of both” I chuckle. “Fuck, that was so hot… But my back hurts and my balls ache - they’re absolutely spent.”

“Uh-huh” he replies, fire light reflecting in his dilated pupils. “My nuts are exhausted too. I can almost see how empty they are, look… all wrinkly!” he says playfully juggling them in his hand.

“I’d take them as they are though…” I say, eyeing his still juicy plums.

“Fancy a night cap bud?”

“Sure…”

* * * * *

Relocating to the veranda outside, the clear skies affording a brilliantly starry sky.

We huddle together on the table, me in front, Josh’s embracing me from behind, my back against his warm torso, my arms wrapped around his bulging thighs, his arms around my shoulders, hands on my chest, blanket draped around us.

“So many stars…”

“Uh-huh” he answers, both of us scanning the vast expanse of blinking lights overhead.

“It really is lion-cold out here!” I wink, wrapping the blanket a little tighter around my front. “How is your dad doing anyways? You haven’t really mentioned him before that awful joke…”

“Dunno…” he answers blankly. “I haven’t spoken to him in a very long time…”

“Ah, ok… Something happened?” I ask carefully, as I feel him take in an extra long, deep breath. 

“Yep…” he replies, and exhales.

He is quiet for a few seconds. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry…” I say.

“No worries bud, it’s fine… He just turned out to be a bigoted, homophobic asshole, that’s all…”

“Oh… You don’t have to get into it, if you’d rather not…” I offer.

“It’s not that dramatic, really… It’s just… disappointing” he starts.

“Basically, during my teenage years, I managed to suppress my feelings of homoerotic impulses pretty well. Sports kept me busy, and talk of girls was exciting and persuasive, especially in an all-male team setting. Although I must admit it was hard, no pun intended, being naked with other hot sporty guys…” he laughs.

“After school, I started having impossible to ignore impulses to touch another guy again, the same way we used to fondle and play with each other as young boys - my body just couldn’t shake the urge...”

I just sit quietly, listening and letting him talk.

“One night the whole team got really drunk after a game, and me and one of the other guys, Gerhard, not a bad looker, ended up alone outside the bar talking about girls and what we’ve done and what we would like to do - very much a straight male bravado thing I’m ashamed to say...”

“Anyway, I got really turned on as he was describing to me how he likes to have his dick serviced, or how he would do anal with girls, or describe the way he would squirt his cum on their tits…”

“I saw an opportunity, and took a gamble. I told him this ‘pussy talk’ was really turning me on, and asked if he would like to knock one out with me around the ally in the back. He was quite drunk, and eventually was horny enough to entertain the idea…”

“So you wanked together?” I ask.

“Well, kind of. But I was really drunk too…”

“You couldn’t get it up?” I ask, surprised that such a thing is even a possibility for my randy man.

He chuckles. “If only… No, I went a bit too fast and forward about it all. I told him it feels way better when someone else does it…”

“Oh, that old one-liner…” I chuckle.

“Yeah…” he replies sheepishly. “I asked if he would like to try…”

“He wasn’t game?”

“Nope, not even a bit. To make it worse, he just pulled his pants back up and walked out not saying a word…”

“Bummer…”

“If only….” he winks. “Problem was, turns out his dad and my dad are quite well acquainted, and moved in the same social circles…”

“Oh” I reply knowingly.

“Yep. He told his dad what had happened. His dad told my dad about his fully grown son’s terrible ordeal. And my dad told me that he would not have a big faggot for a son embarrass him like that…”

“He added that he has been fearing the worse for years, after what I got up to with that weird and freaky Jonny boy years before in our shed - thanks mom -  and that I was to find a girlfriend immediately and orient myself properly, or I was out on my own…”

“Oh Josh…” I say, turning round to find a pair of huge, sad eyes looking back at me in the dark night, his waterline glistening with emotion.

“Anyway… That’s how I got together with Carmen not long after, trying to play it straight, as best I could, keep the peace and pretend everything was fine…”

“But it wasn’t, was it?”

He doesn’t answer, only trembling behind me, followed by the a long, slow sigh, emotion overcoming him.

“I didn’t know any of this Josh, I’m so sorry…”

“Not many people do…” he answers, trying to swallow away his raw feelings.  “I always knew I was different though. I had other impulses. Desires my body remembered, but my mind tried in vain to forget for a long time…” 

“Right…”

“Things with Carmen just felt so weird. I was living the way my family expected and approved of, yet I felt so numb inside, almost dead. We just didn’t connect in the ways I wanted. In the ways I needed. Sex was serviceable, at best. By that I mean I was able to cum, but it was also somehow awkward and ultimately frustrating.”

“I bet…”

“She didn’t really enjoy my dick either, complaining it was too big and that it was uncomfortable to take, referring to it as that horrid thing…”

“Sacrilege….”

“…and that my cum was disgusting…”

“Blasphemy!”

“Jonathan! Don’t make fun of my trauma…” he calls, but can’t help seeing the funny side too. “Yeah, so that was kind of a dead end really…” he chuckles.

“You think?” I joke. He retorts with a mock death-squeeze around my neck.

“And then, not long after, I bumped into you and your friend at the department store and… I dunno… everything just… fell into place…”

“Yeah, I felt it too, big man…” I say softly.

“I couldn’t let that chance pass me by, you know? I had to connect with you again, see if that feeling was still there.”

“And it was?”

“It IS” he answers, as he lovingly starts rubbing his stubble against my neck, his plump lips grazing my ear, electricity shooting through my whole body, dried cum flakes falling from my cheeks as I smile.

“Certainly is…” I answer, my heart almost having skipping a beat.

“Not to get soppy or anything…” he starts, holding me a little tighter, “…but I have it so good with you bud, I really do…” his voice soft, sincere and intimately close.

I keep quiet, letting him continue, lovingly stroking his bulging thighs instead.

“I’ve grown so close to you the last two months, and… um…” he hesitates.

“…and I can’t imagine not being with you. I know, me too Joshie” I whisper back, as I feel his arms closing in on me, his substantial bulge softly pushing against my lower back, his fingers playfully tweaking my nipples, as he kisses the back of my neck with astonishing tenderness for such a burly bloke. 

I can’t see, but I can tell his mouth is pulled into a lopsided smile, as I close my eyes and hug his warm legs tightly.

“Carefull, you’ll get me all worked up again mister, and I don’t know if my balls can give anymore…”

He licks my ear with his warm, wet tongue, giving me goosebumps. “We don’t necessarily have to cum…” he whispers. “We can just play… You know, like we used to when we were boys…” he adds, his hand travelling down my hairy front. 

“Hmmm…” I sigh, as my growing semi is found, his fingers tantalisingly tracing its outline, before he starts pulling at my foreskin, a digit trying to crawl underneath the moist and warm, fleshy cloak. 

Josh pulls the large blanket over us completely, the total darkness intensifying our closeness times ten. We feel every lusty breath, hear every soft moan, our hands all over each other, exploring every nook and cranny of skin, the air inside our little tent heavy with our musky stink.

My hand runs along his defined legs, eventually finding his soft scrotum, massaging it slowly in my clammy hands, squishing around what sperm he has left in his tank. Seems to still have some slippery miles in there, I think to myself.

He worms in under my foreskin, his finger circling my helmet inside, satisfying tracing its ridge as I grow harder still. I feel his meat pressing against me, so I lift my bum, shifting his lengthening pole underneath and sitting down carefully along its length. “Hmmm yeah, that feels good…” he whispers in my ear, as I start gently rocking back and forth.

His strong hands encircle my neck, finding my jaw, then pulling my head back towards him, our mouths searching each other out. We kiss slowly, our tongues passionately tasting and sliding past each other, inhaling deeply, savoring the other completely.

I feel his shaft inflating along my crack, as I keep gently sliding atop it. With his hand he catches his own ooze seeping out of his slit that's located snugly underneath my balls, and massages my expanding cock with his warm stickiness. It feels heavenly, this sinful game.

“Urgh…” I moan. “Your sap feels so silky on my knob, aargh…” as he softly rubs my glans in slow circular motions.

My own lube I scoop up with my finger, Josh sensually taking it in his mouth when offered, sucking it clean in the dark. I hear him spit, and a second later feel his hot, slimy hand smear my crack, making me glide moistly along his now-fully pumped pipe.

“Ooow, aargh, oooph, hmmm it feels so good, bud… Urgh, I’m so wet again, fuck…” he softly moans into my ear.

“Me too big man, urgh oh, hmm, aah…” I groan, as we wiggle and rub under the warm blanket in the dark, molesting the bejesus out of each other, the only way we’ve ever known how.

“Josh…”

“Yeah handsome?”

“You know what you said before?”

“About having it good?”

“Um, yes as well… But no, not that…”

“About my dad?”

“No, about not cumming…”

“Yeah?” he asks, as I hear him smile.

“I think we might need to re-write that particular rule…”

“You also gagging to squirt?”

“Uh-huh” I groan.

“Bud, if you keep milking my meat like this I could nut, no problem. You want me to?”

“Fuck yeah” I slur, sliding back and forth more urgently, making a fist with my pre-cummy hands, letting my stiff cock slide in and out of my slippery finger tunnel.

“Just keep sliding like this, you’re gonna make me burst…” he huffs from behind, as I feel his massive cock pulse and throb between my cheeks, pressed tightly against the table.

"Aargh fuck, your shaft is so strong, I can feel you almost lifting me up… It’s such a turn-on!”

He closes his strong arms tightly around my neck, his hand gripping my sweaty pits, as I rock urgently back and forth, riding his horse-hung dick to bursting point.

“Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, fuck bud, fuck yeah, argh, aargh, aaaargh, uuurrrrggghh!!!” he grunts, as I feel him flood the table underneath me, steaming hot semen splashing onto my balls and pooling around the soles of my feet.

More incentive I don’t really need.

“Oooh, ooh, Aaaaaargh” I moan, squirting ropes of cream out my slit, his fingers tightly clamping my nipples, his tongue worming wetly into my earhole.

It is hot and humid under the blanket, our bodies drenched in sweat, the air a mixture of sexy body odours and ammonia, Josh resting his clammy forehead against the back of my neck. After catching our breaths, my man speaks softly behind me, eyes still closed: “You know what I said earlier?”

“About not cumming?” I ask.

“No…”

“About having it good?”

“Yes, but no… About my dad…”

“What about him?”

“He was right after all…”

“About what?”

“That you are a freaky weirdo and that I’m a big faggot…”

I chuckle, making both of us wobble under our blankety tent.

“Too right big man! If only he knew….” I reply.

“…that we’re even filthier than he feared?” Josh adds, his big hand venturing down south, taking my drooping dick and playfully slapping it against our spunk-smoothie congealing on the table surface below, creating unmistakable wet whacking sounds.

“Hehehehe,” he chuckles. 

“Exactly.”

* * * * *