The Body Remembers

Having spent most of the weekend completely butt-naked, we don’t feel any need to change things now, deciding to stay in our birthday suits and continue our Adam'n'Adam game in the Garden of Eden until we need to enter civilisation again.

After packing up all our things, we mission down to the main path once more to take the little bus west, from naturalist nature to the shameful city.

Walking behind Josh, I admire his large frame. Even more so his large sack, visible every now and then swaying between his sturdy thighs, always seemingly full and heavy, even after the cum-draining time we had the last few days here, all alone in the middle of nowhere.

“What you smiling at bud?” he asks, without looking back, clearly reading my mind, feeling my eyes burning a hole in his scrotum.

“Oh nothing really…” I chuckle, “…just admiring your lovely bunch of coconuts.”

“What, these old things?” he says, turning around and swivelling his hips, making his junk swing noisily from side to side, his floppy dick slapping skin on either side.

“Yeah, those. Nut now I’m also admiring your fantastic fuck-stick” I laugh.

He looks down at his thick cock coming to a rest between his thighs, as it slowly starts awakening. A slight swelling is evident, his foreskin ever so-slightly retracting, making more of his juicy helmet visible. I swallow loudly.

“You better keep walking big man” I say, “otherwise we will be here for a while, starting games we shouldn’t, not right now anyway, and making a right sticky mess again…”

“Keep talking bud, I like the sound of that… I think my dick can smell your dick - look, he is searching for his flesh buddy…” he laughs, his large bruiser slowly coming animatedly to life, lifting its head, as if sniffing the breeze.

“Err, what time is the bus?” I ask, trying to quickly change the subject, before my still innocent but impressionable dick joins in.

“Around 10:30… Oh shit, we have to hurry bud, come on!”

I see his bubble butt clenching and bobbing in front of me as we power-walk down the stony path, his bulky backpack jiggling on his broad back, the main road still in the distance, our desires forgotten, for now at least.

* * * * *

We make it just in time, and only manage to get a pair of shorts on before the bus comes round the bend. But I guess that’s better than nothing, and luckily it’s a warm sunny day, and out here in the middle of nowhere surely no one will bat an eyelid at two hot young guys enjoying the great outdoors and catching a few rays.

None other than Sailor Hat appears behind the wheel as the W563 pulls up.

“You two!! Hello hello! Gone for an early morning swim I see… Survived the wild here at Mistyview then?” he asks, his arms leaning on the steering wheel, his eyes a little loony.

“Barely…” I answer under my breath, my hole still healing and my balls empty and aching.

“Yes sir, you bet!” Josh replies, wiping sweat from his brow. “So beautiful here…”

“Hmm, certainly is… Got up to anything nice, apart from swimming?” he asks, printing our tickets.

“Oh yeah” Josh answers. “Hiked as god intended man to... We ate yummy juicy sausages, with homemade thick cream sauce… Had natural facial treatments… Even enjoyed a few high-protein shots on the rocks after some splitting wood…” he smiles, winking at me.

I stand wide-eyed next to Josh, listening to his thinly-veiled recollection of what we got up to.

“Ah, I don't really understand what you kids are saying half the time, but I’m glad you and your brother had a good time… That’s the most important thing.”

“That we did, didn’t we Jonny - my brother?” Josh chuckles.

“Uh-huh… Definitely” I reply, suddenly feeling the lure of a ridiculous innuendo myself. “I can’t wait to, um… borrow your 8.5inch bruiser again in the city. I need to fill up the gaping hole in my back allay at home…” I smile.

He looks at me with surprise for a second, before joining in. “Yeah, you can definitely use my thumper again. I can help you with that, show you how to get the most out of it…” he chuckles, as I see his thick sausage stretching the fabric along his inner thigh. “We can oil it up together before hand too, so it glides easier…”

“Ah yeah, a bit of DIY is always good, I guess…” Sailer Hat shrugs, as I feel my own lubrication escape my slit. “Sit down boys, why dont’cha, I wanna get goin’”

* * * * *

It’s already dark by the time we get back in the city, light rain falling, lights reflecting colourfully on wet surfaces.

We are tired, hungry and in no mood to go shopping for food, so when we pass "Sakana Sushi", we both look at each other, and without saying anything, nod and start heading towards the neon koi flashing above a black door, Josh’s muscly arm draped nonchalantly around my shoulder.

As we enter, he places his huge hand softly on my neck, steering me inside. It still sends shivers down my spine, every goddamn time he does that, and I love it.

It’s surprisingly busy inside, quite dark with low seating. We also seem to be two of only a few westerners in there, which is always a good sign of authentic cuisine, in my opinion. Our waitress hardly speaks any english, but is extremely friendly and after a bit of pointing and laughing, we manage to order two beers to start us off.

Poor burly Josh is having a bit of a hard time with the low seating arrangements, his legs barely fitting under the table. Eventually he finds stretching his one leg straight ahead underneath the table top is slightly more comfortable, his foot resting on the edge of my seat between my legs, poking my crotch with his big toe.

“Thats an awfully dangerous position for your twinkle toes, big man…” I remark, as I feel a hard time in the not so distant future coming for me too.

“I’ll try and keep as still as possible, I promise...” he chuckles, with a wink continuing to tease the sashimi and egg roll between my legs.

“Josh..! Stop it you naughty fuck…” I whisper, only half meaning it, wanting him to keep making me ooze. A few patrons look our way, but then continue their own conversations again.

The second round of charades starts as we order our food, and two more beers. But the waitress doesn’t seem to mind, probably thinking these silly westerners are merely having a hard time with the menu, the dim light hiding the firm issues under foot.

Our food arrives, and luckily my randy man finds it difficult to use chopsticks and flick his toes, so gives my moist meat a rest, while we proceed to eat. Luckily I also know that this pause is only temporary, as I can do with some more flicking.

Once our plates are cleared, we order sake and before I know it my kindergarten fuck-bud’s foot is at it again, now with even more vigour than before. “Oh my god Josh” I say through bated breath, “we are behaving extremely disrespectfully…”, his foot gently rubbing me to full capacity. “Don’t you dare stop now, urgh…” I wink.

He chuckles, his eyes naughtily glowing, taking a large swig while rapidly wiggling his toes sideways, vibrating my tension sprung package rapturously. “Uurgh fuck…” I whisper, as he grins his lopsided smile, knowing full well that he is driving me crazily close to the slippery curb.

“I have to say, oooph…” I struggle, “…that my own maki is moist with dressing and desperate argh, to be eaten…”

A few frowned stares come our way again. “Check please…” he signs to the smiling, but also clearly relieved waitress, as she nods and preps the bill - happy to get these two horny men out the door.

“Shall we go handsome?” he asks, as I start getting up, trying to hide my arousal.

“I apologise in advance for any embarrassment caused…” he whispers, as he looks around before slowly getting up.

My eyes bulge and mouth fall slightly agape, as his large frames starts awkwardly climbing out of the floor seat. There is no hiding a raging 8.5inch boner that’s been seeping sap for the last hour, his trousers an erect tent caught in a randy rain shower. I'm hot as hell.

One half of me is a little shocked, the other half even more turned on. I could fall to my knees and gulp his giant sashimi down my throat right now, I think to myself, were it not for the disapproving looks shooting from every direction.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before we shock these nice people anymore than necessary” he chuckles, his arm on my neck steering us behind our stiff pointers out the door.

"Thank you! And sorry. We're just extremely randy... Food was delicious..." Josh slurs, as I lower my head and just keep walking.

Once outside we duck into the nearest dark alley available, overcome with lust, a desperate need to share seed. It’s unfortunately not the longest alley, about 3 meters deep, but its dark and it will have to do. We are both sharp shooters, but 3 meters are a little ambitious even for double-barrel shotgun Josh.

He flings me against the wall, and our lips lock immediately. I inhale his big warm tongue into my mouth, noisily sucking his juicy slug deeper, urgently undoing his belt and fly at the same time.

God bless Josh and his no underwear habit: “boing!” goes that bionic cock, swinging proudly upright, the last third deliciously curving upwards, his helmet wet and glistening, ready for fucking action.

Like a magnet my hand clamps round it’s girth, soft and squishy outer, rock solid inner. “Oooh-urgh…” he moans, his hands desperately undoing my belt, as people walk by, chatter momentarily drifting into the short alley.

His hands grab my ass meat, alternately kneading its flesh and pulling them apart, like a baker testing his dough, making sure its proofed and ready to handle the heat.

It’s not the quietest of streets, and people pass by almost constantly, mere meters away, but the darkness hides our sordid going ons, like it always has since childhood, as I scoop up a good glob of the ample arousal oozing out his piss slit. With my slippery finger I start finger-banging myself, commencing the stretch, as we attempt to eat each other’s faces off - totally overcome with lust for each other, hidden my shade.

Josh turns me around and takes over fingering duty, his saliva’d thumb continuing the urgent, but totally necessary prep. As people keep obliviously passing us by, snippets of conversation become increasingly muffled as I ready myself to get impaled by the best cock my hole has ever known.

Swivelling us round, Josh leans with his back against the wall, slowly bending his knees, sliding lower down. I turn my back to him, and start pulling up to his bumper. Both of us still have our trousers round our ankles, in case a quick pull-up is required, the deep shadow safe for now.

Once my brown dimple locates his twitching helmet, I start lowering down, letting his fat head stretch open my back door. “Aaah, aaah, aaargh…” I moan, his thick prick slowly crawling into my moist tunnel, his pre-cum lubing its red velvet walls. I keep pushing, until my ass makes contact with his pubes, and my back rests against his scorching hot chest, as we sit like this for a while, watching people walk by, my severely stuffed rim accustoming itself to his amazing width once more.

“Ok…” I whisper after I feel my painful clench relax, leaning my head back towards him. “Fuck my hole Josh, I want it so bad, pound me like only you can…” I plead, as he pulls my head sideways and his delicious tongue slides into my mouth, tightly filling yet another one of my orifices, as I gasp for breath.

Carefully he starts rocking his hips back and forth, his big bruiser dragging pleasurably in and out of my splayed open hole. I continue sucking his tongue, while his strong arms close around me, locking me in his vice grip, ready drill me a bigger hole.

I can’t help but moan and groan as his eight-n-half incher disappears deeper and deeper into my hungry hole with every thrust - people looking sideways into the dark as they pass, hearing something, but unable to place it. Although in reality we are invisible, seeing people “look” at us fucking like stray dogs as they walk pass is a massive turn on, and it doesn’t take me long to get close to the point of no return.

“Argh, urgh, argh fuck Josh, I need to squirt my spunk, argh…” I slur, as his thick phallus slides ecstatically in and out of me, his balls knocking against my thighs.

“Urgh, urgh, ditto, urgh, urgh, oooph…” he grunts breathily into my ear. “Let it out bud, shoot that gunk…”

“Argh fuck, argh yeah, argh… Aaaargh, Aaargh…” I moan louder and louder, my kindergarten buddy hammering my hole mercilessly with that thick roll. “Oh my god bud, you’re gonna have to cum quietly…” Josh whispers, as we attract more sideways glances, people searching the shadows as they pass.

“I can’t… Aaaargh, AAAaaargh, AAAA…” I cry, as he slams his huge hand across my mouth and nose. “SHUSH Jonathan…” he whispers, continuing to pump me with all his meaty might, as I feel my lit fuse reaching the explosives located somewhere between my legs.

With a hint of autoerotic asphyxiation, I blast my top off, head tilted back into him, eyes in the back of my skull, cum squirting everywhere from my uncontrollable flesh hose, Josh still tightly gripping my face from behind as I empty my nuts.

Slowly he lets his hand slip, as I catch my breath, globules of jizz still slowly emerging out of my slit and rolling down my twitching shaft, his fat fucker slowly rocking in and out of my sloppy hole.

“Huh...You not nutting..?” I ask, turning my head backwards.

“Err, I haven't yet, no…” he whispers, half chuckling. 

“Your moaning got so loud, and I was worried we would be discovered that I got a little distracted, even though it was hot-as-fuck knowing I was making you loose control like that…”

“Oh... Sorry big man, it just felt soooo good... Your thick, fat cock stretching me wide open, with every pump dragging my insides back and forth with it, your heavy balls slapping me, the people watching us, about to blow our sticky, hot, cummy loads…” I huff, slowly grinding into him, feeling his fuck stick reaching full hardness inside me, my sloppy hole and words teasing him completely rigid again.

"Oooph... I think we're back on track..." he sighs lustfully.

“You wanna still fill me up with your fuck juice..?” I ask softly, gently massaging his scrotum hanging below mine, feeling its fullness, warming up his swimmers in my hand.

“Actually bud…” he starts, “… my legs are cramping a bit, I need to stand up… Fancy a nourishing warm drink instead?” he smiles, rubbing his stubble against my neck, his hand kneading my hairy pecs.

“I’d love one…” I smile, as I lift myself off his hard wet wang, my arsehole still in a large Josh-shaped “O”. “Hope it’s freshly made…” I joke, kneeling down in front of him.

He pushes himself upright against the wall, his muscular legs straightening out. “Ooph, that’s better…” he sighs, his hand gripping his glistening pole, as he starts flipping his foreskin sloppily back and forth along its girthy length. “Sure is, just whipping it up now urgh…. Thick and frothy, just argh howdy bud likes it…”

My hands gripping his sturdy thighs, my mouth open, he furiously wanks against my moist tongue, his helmet slip and sliding against its velvety, wet surface, eagerly awaiting its creamy reward. With one hand tightly gripping the base of his cock, his balls jiggling in front, I see his head tilting back in the darkness, and his jerking slide action slow down, as I close my eyes in anticipation, heavy breaths filling the shadows.

In near silence, bar a soft “It's coming…” and a few inaudible grunts, he forcefully nuts all over my face. His thick cum blasts the back of my throat, splashing onto my face, one shot even rocketing up my nostril making me cough, his sticky seed dripping down my chin and down my front.

I swallow his sweet-salty swimmers eagerly, collecting what I can reach around my mouth with my tongue, before lunging for his seeping slit, desperately choking his monster and sucking the last drops out of that thick fuck-hose, making him spasm and quiver. 

“Oh man, what a release…” he finally sighs. “Felt so good, my hot cum shooting out my cock into you, onto you… Oooph… Fuck!” he beams, rubbing his hand through my hair. I chuckle, playfully wanking his drooping dick as he catches his breath.

“I’m afraid there aren’t any second helpings bud…” he smiles down at me. “Not right away anyway. I first need to brew some more - you sucked me properly dry!” he laughs, his belt buckle clanking on the ground.

Never have I really considered myself a cum pig before I reconnected with Josh, but now I can’t help myself, craving an oral helping of his hot spunk at every opportunity. “Delicious. Nothing like home-brew big man, I tell you!” I smile, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, savouring his sperm on my tastebuds.

“Just to check everything is to your satisfaction - can I taste myself too?” he smiles, pulling me up and leaning in for a long, passionate spunky kiss. We pull up trousers, buckle up, and wipe what we can, then emerge out of the shadows into the street, squinting at the bright lights, between us at least 150ml lighter than before.

“Oh Christ..! Look at the state of me…” I mumble as I look down, suddenly very self conscious in the unforgiving street light.

“Awww-ha-ha-hah…” Josh chuckles, his hand covering his mouth in surprise. “My little handsome cum-rag!” he says teasingly, his arm wrapping round my shoulder, as he pulls me close in a sideways hug. “It’s… it’s not that bad…” he smirks, looking at his drying sperm vomit on my shirt.

“Everyone is staring at my cum splattered front…” I mumble, feeling like a shamed cum slut in a street where cum sluts are not a common sight.

“Tell you what bud…” he replies, letting go of my shoulder, and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

“What are doing..?” I ask.

“You can wear my shirt handsome…” he says, handing it to me. “Most of that mess is mine anyway…” he adds, as he stands there topless, wide shouldered, pecs bulging in the overhead light.

“What about you then?”

“I’ll be ok, it’s not that far to go…”

“But aren’t you freezing?”

“A little…” he laughs, his nipples like bullets, his skin breaking out in goosebumps.

“Don’t be silly” I reply, pulling off my shirt as well.

“But now you’ll just be cold too…” he says with genuine concern.

“I’m turning it inside out Josh” I chuckle, giving him a “duh” look, pulling on my shirt again.

“Oh. Right… That’s an idea too” he says sheepishly, rubbing his messy hair with his thick fingers, a picture of boyish charm, his ejaculations, now inside my shirt, starting to cling to my hairy chest.

“Keep your shirt off though, so I can stare at you hot bod” I wink, looking at my shivering greek god with an approving smile.

“I’m just joking big man” I laugh, "put on it back on!" 

He wiggles back into his garment, looking a little relieved. His arm finds my shoulder again, and we start shuffling off home, walking past people in shops who may or may not been in touching distance of us getting our rocks off, close enough to get a whiff of musky ammonia at least.

* * * * *

The next few nights, sleeping in my bed without Josh next to me feels odd. I miss his radiating body heat, his caramel flesh and strong grip. The lop-sided smile first thing in the morning, that thick sausage lazily clinging to my ass, his sweet musty smell like sweaty pencil shavings. I miss him.

But luckily having to get up early and go to work, keeps me distracted enough during the day, but as soon as the lights go off, I’m reaching for him again.

The days flies by with sketches, long days of model building and shifting deadlines, and soon I am getting ready to go and see my burly man again, and what I can make out from his messages he was finding the days without me hard too, literally and figuratively.

I haven’t remedied my physical longing myself, and apparently so hasn’t he, so with excitement and a full scrotum (and a partially healed hole that is itching to be ripped apart again), I make my way over to Josh’s place on the other side of town.

* * * * *

“Hey handsome man…” he greets me, smilingly opening the door, big greenish-brown eyes glowing and a crooked grin crawling across his stubbly jaw. 

“Josh-Ooowha…” I smile back.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you bud…” he says softly, his puppy-dog eyes closing as he leans in for a slow, sensual kiss, his plump lips warm against mine. My nose recognises his smell, my tongue knowing his taste, my heart melting once again as his muscular arms wraps around me and pulls me into his bodily warm, two brothers greeting each other lovingly.

“Ooooph… Ditto big man…” I whisper, my forehead pressed against his as our lips part but our eyes remain locked.

“Come on in, let’s not give the neighbours any more to talk about than they already do…” he chuckles, closing the door behind me.  “…because you know they do!”

Josh is in his tattered cut-off denims, nonchalantly hanging low on his hips, staying on by the grace of god alone, because underwear doesn’t live round these-here parts. His light grey hooded sweater is draped over his toned torso, smoothly filled out pecs, spreading shoulders and bulging biceps revealing themselves every now and then as he turns and moves.

“Hmmm…” I sigh, as I watch with captivation as he shuffles into the kitchen.

“What’s that..?” he ask over his shoulder.

“Something smells good…” I reply, licking my lips.

“Oh yeah” he says proudly, “whole roasted chicken, stuffed with lemon, garlic and thyme, and prepared by yours truly…”

“Gmph, get you..!” I smirk, thinking that I wouldn’t mind having my carcass stuffed and with his juicy, firm fruit again anytime soon.

“Thought we might need some energy for an adult game or two later…” he smiles, his eyes naughty and on fire, clearly having the same ideas.

“Roasted Jonny coming right up” I think to myself. “Hmm, sounds promising…” I reply instead, feeling a warm stirring in my loins.

“Yeah, me too bud…” he winks knowingly. “Wine?” 

* * * * *

After dinner, we are sitting on his sofa, me slumping sideways with my legs in Josh’s lap, his arm wrapped around my knee, the blinking lights of the city below streaming in through the expansive windows of his living room on the 9th floor, as it starts softly raining again.

I take a sip of red, looking out at the view. “Funny how Sailor Hat thought we were brothers, huh?” I chuckle.

“Sailor Hat?” Josh asks, eyebrows frowning. “Who’s that..?”

“Oh, the bus driver guy from Mistyview, you know, on the E-something-something…”

“Ah, him… The 562-guy” he chuckles. “Well, small country folks you know, they try and see the best in everyone I guess…”

“…are you saying we’re bad?”

“Well, we weren’t exactly up to any good there at Casa Concubito either…” he winks, his glass rising up to those luscious lips.

“I disagree” I reply, as he looks at me quizzically. “I though you were up me thoroughly, and that it felt pretty fuckin’ good!” I declare, breaking out into a chuckle at the end.  

He laughs too. “You’re not wrong there, my sexy brother!” he adds, with a naughty wink. “Even my innuendos went straight over his head, maybe it came to him later as he was driving around by himself…”

“Talking of a good ride and coming to…” I smile playfully, my eyes undressing my kindergarten-adonis as he licks his lips and his hands squeezing my thigh. “Go on…” he smiles.

“Fancy taking me up the bumpy, narrow road to Squirtville once more? I'm itching to be driven...”

“Hmm-hm-hm-hm…” he half laughs, half moans. “I’m sure I can organise for my big purple-headed bus to takes you there. It’s got a full tank, just need to turn the ignition, pump the wheels and get a little oil’ed up…” he whispers, as he places his glass on the table, ready to pounce.

“I can help lubricate your engine, I’ve driven this bus before, I know these procedures…” I reply softly, my hand locating his gearstick that is currently in neutral.

“Have you now..?” he smiles, licking his lips, his eyes lit with lust, the way they always have been when we were about to be bad little boys. “And did my double-decker drive you anywhere appealing?” 

“Argh yeah, you bet mister…” I slur, as he starts pulling off my trousers, revealing my swelling dick. “It rode me ’til I couldn’t be ridden anymore… It rode me until my seal tore and I exploded my creamy insides all over its strong bodywork, my joy dripping down its bonnet and over into its grill…” 

“Urgh, fuck yeah…” he moans, “I bet the driver loved your shower of gifts…”

“He did, totally…” I continue, pulling off his hoody and revealing his olive-toned flesh sprinkled with soft dark hairs. “So much so, that he opened his own pressure valve and completely flooded me with his thick, sticky fuel, filling up my dirty tunnel…”

“Ooooph, maybe that tight passage needs another good greasing and thorough rinse…” he breathes, pulling off my t-shirt, “…that does sounds like a very good idea. Maybe we can travel there again bud, what do you think..?”

“Uh-huh…” I grunt, as he his lips slurps up my sausage, and expands it to full capacity within his warm wet mouth. “Argh fuck Josh…”

With his large hand clamping and massaging my full nuts, his head sensually slides up and down my shaft, his tongue washing and polishing my helmet, his fingers starting to crawl into my crack.

“Shlurf… Shloop... Slurp… Slurp…”

He releases my cock from his mouth and lifts up my thighs, flashing me a skewed grin, then flips them over so my knees come to rest next to my head, my ass cheeks spread wide open and my arsehole blinking up at him in anticipation. With a loud “stupphh!” he spits in my twitching hole, before his tongue starts worming its way inside me, stubble scratching my sensitive valley walls, his lips hot and wet on my rim.

“Argh… Aaargh… Yeah, eat me… Aaaaaargh…” I moan, Josh devouring my starfish with his mouth. until his whole fat, slimy tongue is inside me, and he can feel my heat and heartbeat pulsing ecstatically around it.

His thick thumb slips inside next, as he slowly starts stretching me open, loosing up my clench to take bigger, heavier things - as said bigger, heavier thing is swaying from side to side between his things, completely engorged. “Hmm, yeah, that’s it bud, nice and sloppy…” he slurs, his fingers loosely rotating in my wet opening, his other hand holding his monster meat, absolutely soaked in his own excitement.

“I want to taste your desire, feel how wet you are…” I order, as he lets go of my legs and slowly start scrambling on top of me, his considerable size and weight completely pinning me to the sofa. His thick glistening cock sways heavily from side to side as it edges closer to my open and eager mouth hole, shiny fat dew drop hanging off the end of it.

“Hmmmmm….” I moan, as I seal my lips around his girthy shaft and his oozing pole starts sliding in and out of my mouth, salty-sweet goo spreading inside, the taste of him driving me crazy.

I watch his abdominals and obliques sensually contract and flex as he pumps my face with his randy rod, as I imagine my cum dripping down its defined caramel valleys. “Urgh, urgh, argh, urgh, oooph…” he moans, his eyebrows frowningly lifted in the centre of his face in a lustful grimace, as I draw his seepage down my throat, my hands gripping his firm butt meat. “Fuck Jonny, you turn me on so bad… I wanna feel you from the inside…” With a wet “plop” he pulls his curved cock out of one hole, with the aim of filling another. 

I push him back against the sofa, as I straddle him on my knees and with my hand align that eight-n-half-incher up with my hole. Once his leaking helmet is safely nudged against my hungry dimple, he takes my hands in his, our fingers interlocking, steadying me. “Ready for a bumpy ride, bud?” he asks, smiling his lop-sided smile, his eyes locked with mine.

“Uh-huh” I reply, “Drive me steady and slow, then hard and fast please…”

“Got’cha…” he smiles, as I start impaling myself on his monumental phallus. 

“Uuuurgh…” I groan, as his head pops inside, “ooooph…” his foreskin dragging in next, and “aaaaarghhh…” his thick shaft sliding slowly deeper.

“Buckle up…” he winks, as he starts carefully inching his final inches into me, before dragging slowly out, and slowly pushing in again, my sphincter stretched tightly around him like a flesh coloured rubber seal on a hot metal pipe.

Sensually he manoeuvres that veiny pole in and out of my core, slowly picking up the pace as it starts gliding more easily. “Jesus fuck…” I moan, “Feels so good when you pump me with your mighty meat…”

“Uh-huh…” he huffs between thrusts, his abs dancing below my stiffly swaying dick, dripping with joy, as I squat on top of him. “Your so tight around me, like a soft slippery second skin - your hole feels incredible bud…” 

I grin, nodding in agreement, my eyes drunk with lust, his greasy probe drilling for oil deep inside me, his balls clammily making contact with my spread butt cheeks on the downturn. It feels so good, I don’t dare touch the ticking time bomb between my legs. Not yet.

“Lie against me handsome, feel all of me…” he says, pulling me forwards towards him, my knees coming to a rest on the sofa beside him and he wraps his massive arms tightly around my back, like a spider clutching its pray, sweatily wrapped together. 

I feel his heartbeat vibrating against my chest and once secure, he starts slamming into me from below, his hips sending his shiny shaft shooting in and out of my hole that has lost its ability to clench and is holding on for dear life, but loving it.

“Argh, argh, argh, argh, argh, argh, fuck..!” I moan, our eyes still locked, his frowning brows up the the skies, mouth slightly agape, pleasure spreading like a wildfire through our writhing, sweaty bodies. He pulls almost all the way out with each brutally blissful thrust, his squishy head pausing for a split-second half inside my rim, like a swimmer taking a breath between strokes, before powering back inside my warm, wet dark depths with lungs full off air.

At some point his cock slips out, and surges up along my crack towards my lower back, as a gooey mixture of spit and pre-cum leak out my numb back door, dripping onto his sweats pubes below - our very own emulsified fuck-butter.

He pulls me off the sofa, and swings me towards the windows. “Argh Josh…” I moan, “I haven’t even touched my prick yet, but I’m so close to nutting… You’re literally fucking the cum out of me again…” 

“Uh-huh, I'm burning too bud… I can squirt whenever you do, go ahead, I’m right behind you…” he says, as I feel his thick dick against my moist crack, parting my butt meat and starting to crawl into my red velvet tunnel again, my palms moistly pressed against the glass.

“Ok there bud?” he whispers, his lips sensually playing with my earlobe, as he sinks in completely, his meat satisfyingly filling my gaping void again, his muscly thighs against mine.

“Uh-huh…” I grunt. “All the way to Cum-Splosion, please driver…” I smirk.

“Gladly, urgh, urgh, urgh, urgh… Next stop, urgh… Cum-splosion” he replies, starting to properly plow me from behind, one arm slung over my shoulder, the other clamping my throbbing pole tightly and lubed by my own silky seepage, my rock hard cock shooting in and out of his dripping meaty fist.

“Argh, argh, argh, argh, argh...!” I moan blissfully, my head bobbing back and forth, as he forcefully, but accurately drives us to our final destination. 

“I’m so, urgh close, aaah…” I grunt over my shoulder, biting and sucking on his flexing arm clinging to my chest.

“Fuck yeah… Where do you want my steamy load?"

“Urgh, argh, deep inside me, urgh, start filling me up… Argh then start pulling out, urgh… and splash the rest, ARGH onto me… I wanna feel your hot URGH jizz dripping down my filthy ass…”

“I can URGH do that…” he huffs, “for ARGH sure…” his throbbing cock attempting to split me in half, his balls violently slamming against my perineum - a noisy round of applause for a job well fucking done.

“Urgh, uurgh, uuuurgh, I’m gonna squirt Josh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming… Uuurgh, uuuuuurgh, uuuuuuuurgh!!” I grunt, as I feel my shaft pulsing, my piss slit stretching open and ropes of creamy juice blasts out onto the window, splashing in streaks that slowly slip down its smooth surface.

I feel his thick shaft throb inside my tightly stretched hole, as a warm sensation starts spreading inside me, my velvet walls being flooded by almost a week’s worth of Josh’s sticky spunk. “Argh fuck, argh yeah bud, aaaargh, uuuuuuurgh, oooooooooph….” he groans, pulling out his still surging cock out my sloppy hole, as I feel pulsing streams of his runny mayonnaise coating my buns.

“That’s it big man, argh yeah, baste me in your juice…” I grunt with satisfaction, Josh’s hand squeezing my trapezius as he nuts the last of his seed onto my ass in hot splashes, breathing heavily onto my neck. Pure heaven.

With his other hand milking out the last of my sperm, running between his fingers and dripping onto the floor, he shoves that puking cock back inside me, his skin clinging to mine, the window fogged up and cum-splattered, rain drops sliding down outside, sweat on our faces.

He very slowly moves his drooping dick in and out of me, no more than an inch or so, as I feel it’s hardness slowly dissipate, alternately kissing my neck and rubbing his stubble against it, like a cat scent marking me as his. It’s very Josh. The hard with the soft, harsh yet tender, brutal and sensual all at once. 

I close my eyes, his hand still wetly fondling my semi, his other caressing my hairy front, his palms tracing and feeling my toned torso underneath, our heartbeats and breaths like synchronised swimmers winding down their routine.

“Sorry about your window I say eventually, looking at my Pollock-like work of sexual abstraction splattered on the glass.

“Our window…” he whispers from behind, sensually kissing and sucked and my flushed neck.

“What?” I ask, his soft cock starting to slide out of me crack’s hold.

“If you want to, of course…” he replies

“Huh? I don’t un…”

“I don’t want to say goodbye anymore… I don’t want to wake up without you…” he whispers close to my ear, his cock finally slipping out of me, the personal bodily blend of liquids not far behind. 

“What are you saying big man?” I ask, looking questioningly over my shoulder at him.

His big eyes open, and look directly into me. For a second or two I see 5 year old Josh again, smiling back at me, as he blinks a few times, mulling his words over in his head.

“I’m saying I want you to move in with me… I’m saying I don’t like being without my sexy bud… I’m saying I want to spend as much time with you as I can… You make me want to misbehave, make me hard, make me wanna cum as much as my balls will allow…”

I turn around, facing him, our eyes still locked, fuck juice dribbling down my legs, our seeping cocks touching tips. I look at him, seeing adult Josh again, messy hair, sweaty heavy brows, stubbly strong jaw, mouth pulling into a skewed grin.

“I think of you when I wake, I think of you every hour of the day and I think of you when I close my eyes at the end of the day. And when you are with me, everything is good. I guess what I’m trying to say is…” 

He pauses, breathing out loudly, “…that I love you Jonathan. I love you deeply… And that I’m ready to tell whoever cares to know, even my faggot-hating father. I want to play the dirty game of life with you…”

I don’t say anything, just letting the words sink in, and like a happy dog wagging its tail, slowing sway my floppy cock from side to side, bumping against his.

“So… Yeah…” he says sheepishly, “Um… that’s what I meant to say, for a while now actually, but now seemed like a goodt time…” his eyes searching mine for confirmation, as we stay like this for a few seconds.

“It is a good time... Don’t just stand there - kiss me, you big burly man” I reply smilingly, as his mouth pulls into a lopsided smile and he leans in for his “I love you too”, his arms wrapping around me, my hands on the sides of his face, our tongues shaking on a deal well made.

* * * * *

The future looks rosy, it seems. Also probably flushed, hard, moist, huge, pumped and stretched beyond belief. And I’m totally here for it. Five year old me is creaming my pants. So is he probably.