The Body Remembers

by Brandt Stoff

8 Nov 2018 3470 readers Score 9.5 (103 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


After getting up from the kitchen floor, he places his big hand on my neck, steering me back towards the bathroom, cum still running down my inner leg as I walk in front of him. Once inside, we linger in front of the mirror.

Josh hugs me from behind, enclosing my chest with his massive arms, his hands gliding past each other and into my armpits, his stubble tickling my neck as he brushes his chin across my neck. “I meant what I said earlier,” he whispers.

I giggle and squirm, but he holds me tight in his hot, bodily grip. “Ditto,” I smilingly reply.

“Can’t even explain to you how content I’m feeling right now, bud,” he continues, before rubbing his stubble against my cheek, his body still sweaty from earlier and warming my back. “Just being here with you.”

I feel his cock nestle in between my ass cheeks, thick and very warm. I cross my hands behind his back and pull him in even closer, so he is tackily pressed against me, his pubes softly brushing against the hollow of my back.

“I know what you mean” I whisper back, as his big brown eyes smilingly catches mine in the mirror, before kissing my neck.

“Come on, let’s get in the shower,” he suggests. “Then I can make you that long promised coffee we were meaning to have, before I got completely distracted by this wonderfully handsome childhood buddy of mine, standing naked and wet in front of me…”

He turns on the water. “Your turn this time,” he says still smiling. I turn around and feel his hands tenderly starting to lather soap onto my skin. He washes my back and arms, before carefully washing my ass and softly running his soapy fingers over my still tender hole, and wetly wiping his juices off my hairy legs.

When I finally turn around, we look at each other, grinning from ear to ear, before instinctively moving closer for a wet, sloppy kiss, water streaming down our bodies.

I start by lathering up his solid chest, allowing my hands to glide over his nipples, making him chuckle as they perk up under my touch. Next I wash the rest of his toned torso, white foam settling on his dark pubes like snow on pine trees in winter.

His trunk-like dick I wash with two hands, gently pulling back his foreskin, marvelling at its weight again – having a slight déjà vu from when we were kids, remembering thinking that Josh had quite a big willy, even then.

Our balls we wash together, simultaneously massaging them in each other’s hands, looking down at the tips of our cocks, lazily bumping against one another as we do.

After rinsing we get out and dry off. He does his back first, before running the towel back to front between his legs, making his heavy balls jiggle, and his cock slap from side to side. Lastly he rubs his hair with the towel, his messy brown hair framing a lop-sided smile on his face as he looks affectionately at me.

“Everything OK, bud?”

“Yeah, sorry…” I reply, not realising I was staring at him so blatantly. “It’s just… Damn, what a beautiful man you’ve become little Josh… Or rather, not-so-little Josh!” I tease, wiggling his dangling dick with my finger.

He chuckles. “Thanks. So have you Jonny,” he says and looks at me tenderly, his eyes on fire. “Listen, I better go get that coffee on before I get distracted, again!” he jokes, winking at me, before walking towards the kitchen in his naked glory.

I watch from behind, his walk still exactly the same as when we were young boys: an elegantly light-footed shuffle, but now with added wide shoulders, bubble-like butt and muscular legs. I let out a deep sigh, smiling to myself.


*     *     *     *

He brings the coffee over to the sofa, where I’ve made myself comfortable by half lying, half sitting.

“Here you go bud, sorry for the wait!” he jokes, sliding in beside me.

“I’m not!” I reply, “That was one of the most intense fucks I’ve ever had. Possibly one of the best…”

He gives a lop-sided smile, and pulls my legs over his, my calves resting on his lap, his dick softly clinging to my skin. “Well, I’m glad we are agreeing on so many things,” he smiles, throwing me a sideways grin. We sit like this sipping our coffee in comfortable silence, soaking up caffeine, bathing in each other’s bodily radiance, taking in everything that happened in the past 24 hours.

“So…” he carefully asks, “What are your plans for the rest of the day then?”

“Oh, um… I haven’t really thought too much about it, to be honest. I didn’t expect to camp out in a living room tent last night, neither being so vigorously ploughed this morning by my best friend from kindergarten!”

Josh chuckles, rubbing his big hand across my thigh.

“But I guess I need to go home and sort a few things out, water my plants, get some clean clothes ready… You know, life,” I gasp, jokingly. “You?”

“Uh-huh, same here,” he answers, taking another sip of coffee. “But… Um, I was hoping to spend more time with you tonight,” he asks nervously, “catching up on lost time… Playing some more games… Only if you wanted to, of course!” he adds carefully.

I look at him like a crazy person, lifting my brows. “You huge, silly fool. Of course I want to. I’ve been fantasising about us playing these games as adults since I can remember – I’m not gonna pass on the chance of spending more time with you!” I reply, rubbing my leg subtly against his soft cock. “Anyway, I thought we straightened our intentions out with our secret declarations of love earlier…”

I lift my legs out of his lap, Josh raising his cup of coffee high in his hand, as he watches me with curiosity as I get off the sofa. I kneel down in front of him on the rug and place my hands on his substantial thighs.

“But just to make it perfectly clear…” I whisper, carefully running my chin across his lazily resting cock, my stubble teasing his head and playfully edging his foreskin backwards with the prickly hairs.

He is still holding his cup in the air, staring down at me, his luscious lips slightly parted, his breath slowly increasing as I sense blood starting to rush down south again.

As his heavy cock starts getting airborne, clingingly pulling away from his ball sack, I start leisurely licking his exposed violet coloured head, flicking my tongue upwards across his lengthy slit. He lets out a soft moan, still sitting in exactly the same position, a grin pulling at his half open mouth.

His massive meat is now nearing full capacity, his foreskin pushed back completely behind his swollen head, the shaft thick as a large toilet roll inner. I duck down lower, smelling his testicles, rubbing my stubble across them, making him squirm. I suck one into my mouth. It fills my food hole almost completely. “Urgh…” he breathes, closing his eyes.

I play with his nut in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it as much as I can, sucking on it. When I let go, it pulls out of my mouth with a loud “plop!” Josh utters another, louder “Argh.”

His other testicle gets the same treatment, my hands still firmly pressing down on his muscular thighs, my own cock now also rising to the occasion below.

Next I run my wet, warm tongue flatly up from his moist sack, slowly licking up along his wide shaft, flicking it away where his head joins. He is breathing rapidly and loudly now, as I see a dew drop escaping his slit, his coffee still hanging in mid air.

I push my lips out and carefully suck up the viscous liquid, barely touching his head, looking into his big brown eyes as I savour its taste. He stares back at me, both our eyes glowing with lust and affection.

“Hmm, you taste good Josh,” I whisper.

“Uh-huh” comes a bated reply. “I wish we played this game as kids,” he jokes.

“I wanted to, but as a six year old, I was too shy to ask if I could taste your big pee-pee,” I joke back.

“You should have, bud. I would have so said yes!” We both break out chuckling.

“Anyway… Where was I?” I ask, before ducking down again. I hear him finally place his cup down on the side table, as I open my mouth as wide as I can, trying to engulf his massive meat, slowly guiding it into my gaping hole.

I bite down very carefully, my teeth making light contact with his soft dick skin, before I pull back, my incisors gently hooked behind his swollen head as I pull it towards me. He let’s out a deep grunt. I quickly enclose my lips around his swollen shaft, engulfing it with my spit, as I slurpingly suck on it, tasting more pre-cum oozing out of his mammoth warm flesh volcano. “Aaargh, feels so good…”

“Uh-huh...” I mumble with a stuffed mouth, as I start to noisily suck him off now, breathing heavily through my nose, my rock hard cock twitching between my legs.

I sense the muscles in his thighs move under my palms, as I suddenly feel his foot make contact with my dripping meat. He rubs against it, spreading my lube between his toes and over my head, and along the front part of my shaft. My turn to let out a deep moan: “Argh.”

He carefully slides the wet gap between his big and index toes over my dick head, the warmth from his digits and moisture of my pre-cum making a wet smacking noise.

After a while I pull his girthy monster out of my mouth for a second. “Fuck Josh, I could come like this…”

“Me too, bud. Do you wanna?”

“Uh-huh” I answer, his thick cock already shoved back into my wet hole.

I carry on eating his cock, swallowing deeper every time I go down, my hands pressed heavily into his bulky thighs - like I’m doing blowjob push-ups on his lap. His abs contract and labour erotically, as he adeptly continues giving me a toe-job, my slippery head sliding in between his big toes, both of us working up a sweat.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum…” I mumble, as I feel my cock starting to burn with pleasure, the moist friction with his foot being quite intense.

“I’m close too, bud. I can cum on my stomach if you don’t wa...”

“Uh-uh” I cut him off, sucking harder and noisier.

His toes are frantically stimulating my sensitive swollen head, as I feel my juices racing up my throbbing shaft.

“Hmm-urgh!” I grunt with a full mouth, as the first load pumps out of my slit, running in between his bulky toes over his foot. The second load shoots out past them, partly hitting the underside of my chin, but mostly landing onto his heaving ball sack. It doesn’t take more than the feeling of my hot spunk splashing onto his nuts to send him over the edge too.

“Ah, fuck bud…” I hear him gasp, then feel him convulse, his abs magnificently contracting as seconds later load after load of his thick, warm cum fills my mouth in rapid succession.

I try to swallow most of his delicious thick cream, but some of it spills out of my mouth, dripping down from my chin onto his balls. After I’ve sucked him dry, I lick our milkshake drops from his nuts as we lock eyes. He lifts his foot up, collects up my jizz from between his toes with his fingers, before licking it slowly off them, still lustfully looking at me.

I push myself up from his thighs, and lay myself down against his big heaving torso, our wet crotches squishing warmly together. We kiss passionately, tasting one another on our tongues in a salty sweet cum-cocktail.

“Man!” he exclaims, after his luscious lips separate from mine. “That was hot, Jonny.”

“Does that answer your question from earlier?” I tease.

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely,” he replies, giving me a crooked smile, his big brown eyes almost hidden by massively dilated pupils.

“Good,” I say, “Because I really have to get going, actually…”

“Ah, ok…” he says slightly disappointedly, but giving me a tender smile, both of us now certain that this is only the start of our childhood rekindling.

He places his big, strong hands on my butt, firmly massaging them and pulling me towards him for another kiss. Him kneading my ass cheeks like this just makes me desperate to sit on his magnificent cock again, but I pull away, peeling myself off of this hulk of a man.

“I’m working early tomorrow, so can’t stay tonight. But maybe we can have diner at mine tomorrow, if you want?” I offer.

“I’d love that, bud,” he beams, rubbing his hand through his messy hair, his olive toned sweaty physique still lazily slumped on the sofa.

“Right. Now I just need to try and find my clothes!” I laugh.

He hops off the sofa, and helps me look. I locate my trousers and pull them on, my package still dangling out of the fly as I look for my shirt.

“Found it!” he calls, as he re-enters the living room, holding my shirt.

“Ah-ah-ah…” he stops me, as I try to take it. “Remember how we used to undress each other in the cellar at your parent’s house?” he asks, as I suddenly remember little Josh unbuttoning my shirt in the half light, his naughty eyes flickering at me, knowing that we were about to play some very naughty, naked games.

“You did… I remember, ha! You were always trying to get into my pants, even then,” I joke, smiling at him, as he holds the sleeves steady for me. As I slip my arms in, he starts buttoning me up on the front, struggling slightly with his big fingers.

“I did. But I always knew what I had with you, even then,” he retorts. “But it was definitely easier then…”

“Why?” I ask.

“Your chest is so much bigger now, and hairier!” he laughs. “I’m struggling to close the last few buttons,” he jokes, “my sexy kindergarten buddy,” and plants a kiss with his plump lips on mine, grinning from ear to ear.

“Charming will only get you so far…” I tease.

“Thank goodness I know how to make my bud cum, then…” he shoots back confidently.

“Touché…” I answer sheepishly, looking up into his eyes to see him affectionately smiling back at me, big brown eyes I’ve known since I was five years old.


*     *     *     *

Monday mornings at work is normally pretty tough, but today is particularly testing after my unexpected orgasm-heavy weekend and too little sleep.

I have to build a prototype of a lamp we’ve developed in the studio, and it requires a lot of focus, but I’ve mostly got Josh on the brain. I can still taste him in the back of my throat, and possibly even still have little bits of Josh stuck deep inside me for all I know.

It’s difficult to cut sheets of plastic into intricate shapes when you can’t stop thinking about those seriously soft luscious lips, always naughtily pulled asymmetrically to one side. Or bending the tough material to create volume, when I can only see his big curved chest, topped with juicy nipples and a fine scattering of soft black hairs around them, like fragile little chocolate sprinkles. More difficult still, is working with the hollow steel tubes heated by the bending process, the substantial warm girth only reminding me further of Josh’s own hard heavenly flesh pole.

By the time the first prototype is done, my underwear is seeping with my own desires, my sausage marinating in its own juices. Just as I consider going to the men’s room to quickly relieve myself, a voice pulls my out of my own dirty thoughts.

“Err, Jonathan – can you come look here a second…”

“Hey Chris, what’s up?” My boss, Chris, is in his 40’s, with a stocky build, green eyes and non-descript hairstyle. He is friendly and not exactly unattractive, but also not conductive to further sexual contemplation. I feel my meat quickly shrinking back towards a dormant state.

“What do you think about this part here? I’m not sure if it’s the right size…” he says. “Maybe you should lengthen this section here, say, up to about there?”

“Uh-huh, I see what you mean. Ok… But, then that part there needs adjusting as well…” I trail off, as I realise I probably have to redo the whole fucking thing from scratch to make everything fit.

“I’m sorry Jonny, but it looks like you might have to start over…” Chris states with a grimace. “I know it’s a pain in the ass, and it’s gonna take hours, but we need to have it ready first thing tomorrow.”

After a brief pause, he says, “Listen, you are welcome to stay here tonight - you can order in food, on the company account of course, and the office flatlet is also free at the moment. Sorry, I know it’s not ideal…”

“Um… oh, ok… actually…” I stumble, being completely caught off guard.

“Great. We’ll see you tomorrow then. Good luck tonight Jonny, call me if you have any other questions. You’ve got all the keys and codes, right?”

“Uh-huh…” I answer, still a bit confused at how quickly my plans got hi-jacked.

It’s 17:31 and I hear the last voices fade away as people leave and the door clicks closed behind them. Reluctantly I start to text Josh, as I feel my heart sink with disappointment.

“Hey handsome man. Bad news. I have to work late tonight. Won’t be able to have you over for dinner – will probably order food in at office. Sorry, was so excited to see you again! Jx.” I press send, and make my way back to the studio, feeling completely deflated.

A few minutes later my phone pings - message from Josh.

“Hey bud! Aww, that sucks, sorry to hear that. Say - maybe I can be your food delivery guy tonight? At least eat together, give you a kiss, touch you... What do you say? Josh x”

I bite my lower lip, feeling my heart rate increase as I finish reading his text. An irresistible offer definitely, but a dangerous one – all the more arousing and naughty because of it.

This prototype really needs to get done before Josh comes round, because I can’t imagine us being around each other and be able to keep our body parts separate for too long. Even as young boys, as soon as a parent dropped one of us off, we could barely wait to be alone in the dark somewhere, take off all our clothes and start fiddling with each other.

Suggesting he comes round at 21:00 should give me enough time to get most of the work done, or at least incentive to work as fast as I can. I text him the address, have a quick espresso from the machine and start re-modelling like a man on a mission.

At 20:17 I run out of plastic. I make my way over to the lift, readjusting my package as I walk down the empty corridor. I take the lift down past the deserted workshop, and down to the quiet basement, where I collect one more sheet.

On my way out, as I lock the door, I notice a key on the bunch labelled “cellar”, my eyes narrowing as I examine it in my fingers. “Cellar?” I find myself thinking. I didn’t even realise we had one here… Next to the lift I study the building plan for a few seconds. “Ah, cellar! There it is…”

Around the corner from the lift, I find a poorly lit angled wall containing two metal trap doors with a big lock on it. I try the key. It doesn’t seem to fit, but after a few seconds it slides in, and with a loud “clack!” pops open.

With difficulty I pull open one of the heavy metal doors and peer inside. In the dim light by the entrance I see a switch. As I flick it down, a very faint light bulb goes on, covered with years of dust and dirt. The half light reveals metal steps leading down into a medium sized space containing dust covered shelves and tables covered with dusty sheets. It smells of old books and slightly mouldy.

I have a very strong sense of déjà vu, as I step inside, everything reminding me of when I was a young boy, stepping into a secret world where you can rub yourself until it burns with pleasure with no one knowing… I swallow loudly.

My phone pings in my pocket, the on screen preview revealing the whole message: “Just picking up food, then I’m coming over. Chinese OK, bud? Josh x”

Shit. I need to hurry! I quickly go back into the basement, grab one of the big protective blankets piled in the corner and plonk at the bottom of the cellar steps, before closing the door again.

I make my way back up with the plastic, and hastily start constructing the last piece for the prototype, my bulge pushing impatiently against the table as I work.


*     *     *     *

Just after nine, Josh arrives. I watch him from the window as he makes his way over to the office. He is wearing a pair of tattered jeans, hanging low on his hips, emphasising his rounded butt and bulging package as he leisurely walks up the stairs towards the door. He is wearing a hooded sweater that is stretching slightly around his strong arms and over his chest, where I can just make out the outline of his nipples through the soft fabric.

His hair messy as ever, it frames his cherubic facial features, his stubble visible again after a morning shave. He look up towards the window, and after spotting me, his soulful brown eyes lights up under raised eyebrows, as he breaks into his lop-sided smile and gives me a little salute with two fingers. His sweater lifts slightly with this gesture, revealing olive skin around his trim midriff, as well as a small tuft of soft dark pubic hair poking out above his belt – indicating that he is probably not wearing a t-shirt, nor any underwear.

I let out a loud sigh behind the glass, my cock slowly puking up a dewdrop at the same time, as I make my way over to greet him.

“Hey, bud” he says, as I open the door, smiling from ear to ear, leaning in and kissing me tenderly on the lips, his tongue very subtle flicking up inside my top lip as he pulls away to stare intensely into my eyes.

“Hey…” I answer through bated breath, as I look at my hot-as-hell kindergarten buddy standing in front of me, holding a plastic bag of takeaway food.

“Hungry?” he asks.

“You have no idea…” I answer, licking my lips.

He chuckles, clearly reading my mind. “Let’s eat first though, we might need some energy for later,” he jokes.

“Hmmm” I reply, taking the bag of food from him.

“I got us a beer or two each, hope that’s ok?” he asks from behind, as I lead him by the hand towards the office kitchen.

“Yeah, fine – am almost done with my work anyway, and I can do with a beer or two after today!”

We unpack our dinner and dive straight in, both of us clearly hungry. As we eat I look him over, his huge hands coping expertly with the fine chop sticks, his eyebrows comically lifting in the centre of his face when I speak, as he concentrates on my words. As he swigs from his beer, I watch as his full lips wrap around the rim, and can’t help imagining them softly and wetly clamp around my cock.

After dinner I show him what I’m working on, him inspecting it with his raised sloping eyebrows framing his mischievous big eyes. He stands behind me and wraps his big arms around me, rubbing his beard against mine.

“Urgh,” he sighs, “It feels so good to hold you again bud,” slowly swaying me from side to side, rubbing his bulge across my butt.

“Uh-huh,” I sigh back, subtly gyrating my pelvis into his crotch behind.

“How much more do you have to do?” he whispers into my ear.

“Just this section here, then I’m basically done. Half hour or so?” I answer over my shoulder.

“OK, then I leave you for a bit, because if I don’t, that won’t get finished,” he chuckles.

“Yip!” I laugh, nodding. “Soon as I’m done, I’m all yours Joshua,” I tease, as I playfully grope his dangling dick through his jeans.

Twenty-five minutes later, and I’ve finished the model, horniness providing extra pace and fuel.

I find him slumped on the office sofa, flipping though an automotive magazine. He looks up in surprise, “Done already?”

“Uh-huh,” I giggle, “having a rugged, sexy young man like yourself waiting for me, provides plenty of drive to work quickly!”

He chuckles, “Well, I’m happy to be of service…” as he gets up and moves in for a kiss.

“Ah-ah,” I stop him, “first an office tour.” He looks at me in a puzzled fashion, his eyes trying to hide disappointment, before replying. “Um, ok…”

I lead him past the studio, down to the workshop, sharing pointless trivia that is not important at all, watching him dutifully answering with a polite “uh-huh” every time. Next we take the lift down to the basement, where I show him lots of non-descript materials piled on top of palettes.

“But next is what I am actually excited to show you…” I say, as I start leading him back towards the lift, as he utters a slightly deflated “uh-huh”.

I open the cellar door, switch on the barely-there light, and suggest, “after you…”

“What’s this then?” he slowly asks, suddenly more alive as he carefully makes his way down the steps, ducking his head low.

As I close the door behind us, most of the light fades. I move over towards him in the murky mustiness. “A secret cellar - where we can play whatever games we want little Josh,” I whisper into his ear as my hands glide inside his sweater, stroking his warm soft skin, feeling his muscles twitch. I hear him breath heavily.

“Oh man…” he says, and turns around facing me, instinctively lifting his hands up, as I pull his sweater over his head. I watch him lower his arms again, his pecs filling out as he does, his nipples lightly stretched over the top, slowly contracting with excitement.

Next he starts slowly unbuttoning my shirt, both of us breathing heavily as we lock eyes, quite clearly aroused by the familiarity of the feels and smells, this space transporting us back to our naughty childhood days.

Josh moves straight on to my trousers, slowly unbuttoning my fly and pulling down the fabric as I grab hold of his firm, rounded shoulder to keep balance, stepping out of it. As I start undoing his jeans, I find that he is indeed not wearing any underwear, his soft silky pubes brushing against the back of my hand, before I feel his warm, thick cock make contact with my skin.

As I pull down his jeans, I brush my chin stubble down his dangling shaft, making him let out a loud echoing sigh. After stepping out of his jeans, he pulls down my briefs, yanking them off with his big hands, both of us completely naked in the middle of this grey musky room.

“Hang on,” I say, and collect the blanket from the steps and lay it down in the middle of the room, underneath the dim light bulb, before lying down on it, flat on my back.

He silently moves over, lying down next to me, but facing the other way, his hot thigh pressed tightly against mine, our eyes still locked intensely. We start rubbing each others legs, squeezing and massaging the muscles, before our hands inherently find each other’s willies, like we did as young boys, but they are now bigger, heavier and messier than those days.

We lie side by side grabbing each other’s cocks, fondling them, pulling firmly on them, feeling them grow longer and thicker in tandem with our heartbeats and breaths growing faster and shorter.

As Josh’s huge cock starts lifting up, I change my hand’s position, holding it so my thumb points upwards along its sturdy shaft, squeezing ever so slightly, feeling it fill out in my hand, all hot and soft and firm as it grows longer and thicker.

He teases my foreskin with his big fingers, carefully rolling it back, and pulling it down, caressing my growing dick with his fingertips. The sensation of re-enacting our childhood games in a dank half-lit cellar like we used to, is extremely erotic, and we both start oozing copious amounts of pre-cum from our slits, coating our swelling cock heads in a glossy coat.

“Argh…” I breathe, “This feels so good. Your cock feels amazing.”

I can make out his sideways grin in the half-light. “Uh-huh,” he replies through bated breath. “I’m enjoying this, bud! I’m fuckin’ pumpin’ out sap like there is no tomorrow,” he jokes. “And so are you - my hand’s all wet! I love it…”

He starts stroking me know, his big hand gripping my cock tightly, as I feel him squeezing out more of my man-dew. I reciprocate, slowly but steadily starting to flip his foreskin over, then sloppily back over his wet, swollen head as he lets out a soft moan.

After a few minutes the only audible sounds are soft moaning from both ends, matched by moist, slapping noises as we stroke each other’s meats in the musty-smelling cellar, our eyes locked onto each other.

I stop for a second. “Hey, do you remember us trying docking as boys? You would pull your foreskin forward over my glans, and I would push my little willy into yours…” I say through bated breath.

“Shall we try that again, bud? Dunno how much foreskin I’ve got to offer though, I’m so solid right now!” he replies, also breathing heavily.

“Let’s try anyway,” I answer, getting onto my knees, with him following suite. “Fuck, it’s definitely going to be more difficult,” I laugh. “Your cock is huge at the moment, your foreskin is completely stretched back,” I note as I stroke his magnificently throbbing man meat in my moist palm.

“Yeah, sorry bud. I’m just so turned on!” he chuckles, as he takes his cock in his hand and start pushing his foreskin forward, manages to almost cover his head after some effort. “Try now,” he pants.

I lean in, aligning our heads. As they wetly touch, it’s like a bolt of electricity and we both let out echoing gasps. Holding it steady I push further forwards, our pre-cum mixing in a slippery, warm squash. I replace his hand with mine around his fat shaft, as I carefully rotate around his swollen head with mine, the sliding friction making as both breathe hard in the dark.

Our eyes firmly locked again, I slowly increase the speed as I push in deeper, feeling his foreskin stretching and becoming more pliable. He takes my face in both hands, pulls me towards him as we kiss feverishly, our tongues engulfing each other, crawling deeper with each movement, feeling like we might swallow each other whole.

“I’m close Josh…” I pant.

“Me too bud. Do you wanna cum like this…” he asks, also catching his breath.

“I definitely could…” I mumble back.

“Wait, I have an idea,” he says, pulling away and lying back down onto his back. “Squat over me, but face my feet, and then we dock again,” he instructs me.

I do as I’m told, going onto my knees over his belly button, our throbbing cocks re-aligning. I start pushing myself into his wet foreskin again, and continue stimulating our heads together.

Looking down onto his muscular thighs, I see them twitching with pleasure as I’m rubbing our sensitive tips together. His balls are jiggling lazily up and down, mine resting on his warm abdominal skin, as his belly button starts filling with our juices dripping from the union above.

I hear him spit, and suddenly I feel something wet, warm and thick between my butt cheeks. “Let me fuck you with my thumb,” he breathes, as he slowly starts running it up and down my crack. I let out a soft moan of pleasure, arcing my back to open up my cheeks, giving him full access to my blinking brown eye.

He rotates his big thumb in tighter and tighter circles around my wetted asshole, before he carefully starts pushing inside, making me gasp. As my movements with our cocks become more frantic, he grabs hold of my swinging balls with his other fingers, pulling them into his palm, while his thumb is now steadily sliding in and out of me.

I’ve had lovers with thinner dicks than his giant thumb, I find myself thinking as he continues to thumb-fuck my hole, while I’m attempting to start a friction fire with our cocks.

“Fuck Josh, thumb me harder… deeper, urgh…” I moan.

“Like this?” he asks, as he hammers his fat thumb deeper into me, his hard knuckles slamming my butt and his grip tightening around my manhandled balls.

“Urgh, yeah Josh, urgh…” I pant, sweat rolling down my neck.

“I’m about to cum all over your cock bud, can’t hold back much longer!” he calls from behind, his thumb pounding into my ass, his hand yanking my nutsack back with each movement.

I feel his thick meat throbbing urgently in my hand, as he gets ready to unload, his thumb properly punching my prostate. “Me too…” I gasp, feeling his knuckles bruising my inner cheeks.

Grabbing his heaving, sweaty balls in my hand, I pull at them, as his first load starts exploding over my cock. Letting out a deep grunt he closes the grip on his hand further still, compressing my balls and prostate between his fingers and thumb. It’s enough to make me burst too.

I throw back my head, as I feel my fuck juice shooting out of my cock, straight into his stretched foreskin, our seminal-cocktail flooding my hands and running in between my fingers as we both let out moan, after deep moan, our bodies shaking with pleasure.

We sit like this for a second, gasping, sweat running down our limbs, Josh’s thumb still firmly stuck up my ass. I watch our cum trickle down over his sides onto the blanket, our cocks flushed bright red from all the friction. “You OK bud?” he finally asks, before carefully pulling his enormous digit out, my asshole twitching closed. “By the way, have a told you what a nice little butt you have?” he chuckles.

“Have I told you what incredible hands you’ve got?” I laughingly reply.

“Come here you!” He pulls me backwards onto him, and wraps his big arms around my chest, my back stuck to his abdomen with a wet layer of sticky jizz. I fold my arms over his, and turn my head to the side, looking into his big eyes smilingly staring back at me.

“I love being with you, bud…” he whispers, rubbing his nose against mine.

“Ditto,” I reply.

We kiss passionately, him curling his strong legs around mine, holding me like an upside down spider clutching prey. We lie there on the blanket in the dim light of the musky-smelling cellar at my workplace, cum dripping out between us like a sex-soaked layered sponge cake, our dilated pupils the size of my slowly shrinking asshole, completely lost in our own twilight world of dirty games.

“I’ve got another secret for you,” he whispers in my ear.

I giggle. “What’s that then?”

“I am completely besotted with my friend from kindergarten. He’s been in my thoughts for years, and I still think of him everyday. When we played together I felt fearless and complete, like anything is possible. I still feel it now, even more so…” he trails off.

“You thought about me all the time?” I ask, with a mixture of surprise and delight.

“Oh yeah! You were my main topic of though for masturbation through my school years, even in college still. Even though we didn’t necessarily cum as young boys, the orgasms you gave me in our school days, were some of the most powerful and memorable ones I’ve had.”

I smile, and close my eyes, kissing his neck. “So not just me then…” I softly say.

“Nope. I just always remember us playing really dirty little games, and you making me feel amazing while doing it, but never made me feel ashamed about it afterwards… Even though we had to hide it from our parents!” he chuckles.

“Haha, until that time your Mom found her seven year old attempting to stick his big little willy into his six year old best friends bum in the garden shed!” I laugh.

My whole body jiggles as Josh chuckles underneath me, also now recalling the whole scenario.

“You also thought about me, bud?” he asks after a while.

“Uh-huh,” I nod, “all the time. You don’t know how many times I’ve cum to that image of you jerking off in the school bus, that thick cock of yours poking out above your shorts, you shooting your spunk towards me down the isle…”

He sighs. “Oh yeah, that infamous public display. That was kinda hot though,” he chuckles.

“Very hot,” I add.

“You do realise I was thinking about us while I was rubbing it out…”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh,” he replies. “The other guys were all talking about pussy and tits, but all I could see in my mind was you massaging and pulling at my dick in your hands, and the way it started burning after a while, as you kept looking into my eyes, telling me, “Feels good, huh Josh?” And when you actually turned around and I saw your eyes looking at me in the bus, I shot that load much further down the isle than I though possible!”

“Watching you do that made me so horny that day, you won’t believe! I went to the bathroom as soon as we were allowed off the bus, took out my wet cock and shot a heavy load into the toilet, sitting the same way you did on the bus seat, repeating your name under my breath...”

“That’s hot too…” He looks at me with big brown burning eyes, his luscious lips slightly agape. “Tell me, would you like to do it one more time?” he asks, grinning.

“Do what exactly?” I ask, our eyes locking the way they always have.

“You know bud, make yourself cum while watching me jerk off? But for real this time…”

“Uh-huh,” is all I manage to reply.


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