The Body Remembers

Days after our musky cellar spectacle at the office, I still have blue-ish purple bruise marks on my butt cheeks from where Josh’s massive fist hammered into my ass meat. Apart from it being uncomfortable to sit down, I don’t mind so much, as it reminds me of how my kindergarten lover made me explode, using only his thumb.

Josh had to go away for work for a few days, meeting Russian clients at an engineering plant in Frankfurt, but we agreed to meet up again as soon as he came back. I used the days to concentrate on my own work, and contacting people I’ve been ignoring since he re-appeared in my life, easily debunking everyone else into the "not-urgent" folder.

The first person I had to deal with outside of work, was my best friend Aretha, who by this point was nearly beside herself, having last spoken with me the night after I met Josh for a drink, nearly a week ago.

“What the fucking hell happened to you, Jonathan?!” she jabbers on the other side of a phone connection. “I was worried sick you might have been strangled and left in a ditch somewhere… Why didn’t you pick up or reply to my messages? I almost contacted your mother!”

“Yeah, sorry… I’ve been, um… a little occupied?” I struggle, as I break into a guilty smile.

“Mr. Contact Sports?” she asks, not missing a beat.

“Uh-huh,” I sigh.

“Oh. My. God. You dirty whore… Tell me everything!” she shrieks.

“It’s a long, sloppy story,” I half-swoon, “why don’t we rather meet for a drink or something, and I’ll tell you the whole shebang. OK?”

“Red wine, Havana at 7?” she asks instinctively.

“See you there,” I reply.

*     *     *     *

After work I arrive at Havana, a supposedly cigar-bar, although in two years of regular visits, we’ve never actually seen anyone smoke anything remotely resembling a cigar. But the atmosphere is cozy, the staff relaxed, and the wine served in inappropriately large glasses – all good things in our book.

Aretha is running late, so I order two glasses of red, and find a free booth near the back. As I sit and wait, I eventually hear my phone ping in my pocket. “Surely she can’t be any more delayed…” I think to myself as I pull my phone out, and frown at the screen.

To my surprise, it’s a message from Josh:

Hey bud! Just a quick note to say hello, to say that I’m still thinking about you, and that lil’ Joshua and me here are already missing being with you. I’m flying back late on Friday evening – wanna meet me for brunch ’n’ games on Saturday? J x”

As I start excitedly replying, Aretha busts through the doors, steaming towards the booth. “So sorry I’m late, gotta pee, see you in a sec!” she calls, throwing her things onto the seat, and rushing past me towards the toilets, as I look back down on my phone and finish my reply.

“Ooh, that’s better!” she laughs, as she kisses me on the cheek and slides into the booth opposite me. “Cheers queers!” she toasts, as we clink our glasses together and take a gulp of Shiraz each.

“Hmm, that's good. So?” she asks excitedly.

“So, I have a new lover,” I reply nonchalantly, taking another sip of wine, my eyes smiling at hers over the rim of my glass.

“You humping the hetero hottie?” she exclaims, loud enough for others to look over towards us.

“As much as I appreciate your excitement on my behalf, I’d rather not involve all of Havana in this particular conversation,” I try and shush her. “Anyway, technically he is humping me,” I say, before correcting myself, lowering my tone: “Technically he is absolutely fucking the shit out of me!”

“Oh my!” she giggles, taking another sip. “He sure looks like he could be capable of inflicting damage.”

“You have no idea…” I reply, bulging my eyes. “I still have trouble sitting comfortably, even now.”

“Oh dear,” she sighs. “What I wouldn’t give to find a good looking, carefree weekend fuck that I can use to sit uncomfortably for a few days.”

“Um, well,” I say, suddenly more serious, “it’s not quite like that, you see…” I can’t help but smile regardless.

“What do you mean?” she asks, leaning in conspiratorially.

“It’s hard to explain,” I start. “Thing is, we’ve known each other since we were five years old – we were in the same kindergarten group. And then we attended the same primary school after that…”

“Yeah, yeah, you said that already,” she interrupts, impatient to get to the nitty-gritty.

I sigh. “But during this time we also, um, how shall I say… played doctor, a lot.”

“Uh-huh…” she answers, “Who didn’t though?” she adds, matter-of-factly.

I laugh and take another sip. “Ok, let me spell it out for you madam: We did everything with each other when we were young boys, like literally making each other have orgasms, in all manner of ways that is way too kiddy-porn graphic to even begin to explain…”

“Oh…” she says, slightly dumbfounded, her wine glass hovering mid air somewhere between the table and her lips.

“And now we are adults, and we are basically continuing where we left off all those years ago, playing with each other the way we did as boys… And it is, well…”

“A little weird?” she offers in a mocking tone, giggling.

“No,” I smile. “It’s incredibly intense and fucking amazing. He is incredible and fucking amazing. It’s difficult to put into words…” I trail off.

“So not just a quick fuck then?” she suggests.

I laugh. “Nope. It is developing into something that I didn’t expect at all. That’s why I’ve been a little quiet. I’m trying to make sense of it all in my head. It’s quite overwhelming.”

She leans forward more, almost onto the table, like someone experiencing severe stomach cramps. “Are you in love?!” she asks, almost manically.

I look down at her, pulling a smug face. “Possibly…” I reply, before collapsing into a hopeless chuckle.

*     *     *     *

Friday afternoon I finish at work, and my focus shifts completely to the idea of being with Josh again, my sexy-as-fuck big-dicked kindergarten bosom buddy.

It’s not even been a full week yet since we last saw each other, but I’m already experiencing serious withdrawal symptoms. My balls feel unusually heavy and full, my dick overly responsive to any sort of touch and my hungry hole itching to be stuffed and stretched again.

Having shared my concerns with him by text, I received this reply:

“Dear Mr. Jonathan, thank you for sharing your problem with me. At this time, I have no other choice but to strictly advise you to not try and alleviate the discomfort yourself. I would recommend waiting till your next appointment with me, where I should be able to successfully employ my unique expertise to your specific case – resulting in a much higher probability of you experiencing an increased feeling of wellbeing overall. Yours forever, Dr. Josh x”

I smile to myself as I re-visit his words in my head as I walk from work, trying not to laugh out loud, resembling yet another crazy person on the streets.

Eventually my bus arrives, completely stuffed with commuters making their way home for the weekend. I end up standing for most of the way, until a seat becomes free about a third of the way towards the back. I have my headphones on, immersed in my own world, thinking of my rugged lover as the city rushes past the windows.

In the brief silence between one track finishing and another starting, I suddenly hear a loud bang somewhere behind me, my head swinging round as I look up the isle of the bus towards the back. Someone knocked their suitcase over, and was fidgeting with it, trying to make it stand upright again. After a few seconds people turn their faces away again, looking forwards once more.

As I sit, still looking back up the isle, I have a crystal clear flashback of that infamous scene in the school bus all those years ago, Josh sitting on the back seat:

I see his huge, swollen cock poking out the top of his shorts, one big hand pushing down the waistbands of his briefs and shorts, the other firmly enclosed around his thick shaft, confidently moving the skin up and down it. I see his muscles twitch in his big forearms, his rounded shoulders shaking and tensing with movement. I see him lift off the seat, bearing forward, his knees still bent, as his lower jaw pushes forwards, his cherubic face temporarily morphing into an erotically charged Pan. He looks straight at me with those big brown eyes, his thick eyebrows heavy above, as he gruntingly shoots his spunk down the isle, splash landing close to my feet in a creamy streak.

I sigh heavily as I re-enter the present, turning back round in my seat, suddenly feeling a swelling in my groin again, as this time it is accompanied by a warm, moistness leaking into the tight fabric holding it captive.

Following Dr. Josh’s orders is becoming increasingly difficult, I find myself thinking. Thank goodness I have an appointment for tomorrow morning then, I smirk as I place my bag on my lap, hiding my big problem in public.

*     *     *     *

Saturday morning I wake up with a morning glory that can seemingly push through wood, and a smile on my face, as I read another message from Josh:

“Good morning Mr. Jonathan, this is a friendly reminder of your appointment at 10:30am with Dr. Josh at his Bancroft Street practice, concerning the hyper-sensitivity in your penile tissue and the accompanying hollow-feeling anal cavity. We should also consider draining the excess fluid from the testes, as this will help with diminishing the overall discomfort you are experiencing at the moment. See you later, Josh x”

After reading it, my boner is ready to push through concrete, as I sigh loudly, watching my duvet lift up and down as I contract the muscles in my groin, making my cock bounce.

I get out of bed, stand stretching for a minute while looking out of the window, my hard-on eventually pointing me in the direction of the bathroom, as I prepare to get in the shower.

*     *     *     *

“Hey bud!” 

Josh opens the door with his usual greeting, his eyes glowing as he looks at me and his mouth pulls to one side into a crooked smile. “Man, it’s good to see you again,” he smiles, pulling me into his firm chest, his muscular arms folding around my back like a Venus flytrap snapping shut around its prey, his substantial soft bulge warmly pressing against mine.

Good morning Dr. Josh,” I joke, as we share a long, tender kiss, his plump lips moist and warm on mine, his tongue sensually encircling my own.

Both of us unwilling to pull away, we stay lip-locked as our movements become more assertive, our breathing heavier. I feel his short stubble scratch against mine, as we slowly rotate our noses past one another, our faces swapping positions, as we inhale and taste as much of each other as we can.

“Ooof…” he sighs, as we unlock our lips, and he locks eyes with me again, those huge brown peepers burning with desire. He looks down shyly, and whispers, “I’ve missed you bud…” before looking up again, and smiling, his eyes searching for confirmation in mine.

I simply nod in silence, closing my eyes slowly and opening them again, taking in this hulk of a man, care-freely dressed in an old tank top with time worn straps still holding together through holes and tears, that hangs loosely over his bulky shape, emphasizing his toned, tanned torso, and stained, cut-off denim shorts that sits low on his hips, hanging off his firm round butt - a overall picture of nonchalance.

“You look hungry,” he laughs, clocking me slowly licking my lips as I eye him up and down, undressing him in my mind.

“Err, what?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Me too bud, me too…” he says softly, reading my thoughts. “But lets have a bite to eat first – doctor’s orders,” he winks, as he shuffles over to the kitchen, gesturing for me to come with.

*     *     *     *

After filling up on delicious poached eggs on toast, topped with homemade hollandaise sauce, capers and a tiny dollop of extravagant black caviar (a gift from the client, apparently), I sit back rubbing my stomach. “Wow, that was amazing – thanks,” I say, clearly impressed with his cooking skills.

He smiles his crooked half-smile. “I don’t make this much effort just for anybody, you know,” he says, leaning onto the table with his bulky arms, finishing his coffee, his eyes fixed on me over his cup.

“Now that we’ve got some energy, let’s have a look at this problem of yours,” he says in a mock-formal voice. “Would you like to come over here and sit down?” he asks, as he moves into the living room, walking slowly backwards, big brown eyes locked onto me, his arm suggesting the way.

I drop my head laughingly, as I look up again at him.

“Come through Mr. Jonathan - please,” he gestures again, smilingly, his bulge wobbling behind his shorts. “Nothing to be afraid of, I promise.”

I hop off the bar stool, and walk over, our eyes still smilingly locked. He places his warm, heavy hand on my neck as I pass him, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“Please take a seat,” he says, gesturing towards the sofa, staying in character. “If you can remove your shirt and shorts as well, that would be great.”

Crossing my arms over each other, I grab hold of my t-shirt along the bottom hem and slowly pull it up over my head. As my arms lower back down, I feel my chest fill out again and I look up to see him silently mouthing the sound “ooof”. I throw the t-shirt to one side, his eyes narrowing and his heavy eyebrows rising slightly, as he surveys my bare upper body.

I shake my head laughingly and smile back at him, as he gestures with his hand for me to continue.

Next I slip my thumbs underneath the sides of my waistband, slowly pulling them down together with my briefs, revealing my hairy crotch and decompressing package as I slide them past my knees, dropping them on the floor underneath.

This time his mouthing of appreciation is less silent, as a deep, lustful sigh escapes his full, pouting lips before breaking into a smirk, his eyes almost drunk with desire.

“Mr. Jonny – can I call you that, is that ok?” he jokes, winking. I nod, chuckling. “So, Mr. Jonny, I think to make this consultation fair for the both of us, I thought it might be a good idea to operate on a level playing field, so-to-speak, to make you feel more comfortable…” he says, as he starts pulling off his tattered vest, revealing his caramel skin, dark haired, slightly moist armpits and juicy nipples stretched atop his well defined chest, and flat stomach that runs tantalisingly into his shorts with a strong “V”.

My turn to breathe out loudly, as I feel my heartbeat increasing and my dick noticeably pulling away from clinging to my balls.

Teasingly slowly he starts undoing the buttons on his well-worn denim shorts, soft dark tufts of hair poking out behind the opening fly. As he starts pulling them down, his beautiful, thick cock is revealed again in all its glory, lazily wobbling in front of his enormous nutt sack – he obviously also hasn’t unloaded since last time.

“Oh Doctor,” I joke, “I’m starting to feel better already…” He chuckles at this, his abs contracting erotically and his dangling dick jiggling back and forth.

“So…” he says, composing himself again. “Tell my about your concerns,” he asks, pulling up a chair opposite me, sitting down reverse cowboy onto it, and pulls his package flopping heavily over the edge of the seat, so that it hangs down through the open back.

I swallow loudly, my eyes drawn to his cock like a magnet, it also now slowly getting seemingly heavier.

“Well Doctor,” I begin. “Since Tuesday I’ve been developing an increasing hollow, empty feeling in my backside…”

“Uh-huh,” he mumbles, pretending to write onto an invisible notepad, smiling a crooked smile. “Go on…”

“This has been accompanied by a definite increase of size and weight of the testicles, almost like they are overly full, and heavily pulling me down,” I say, taking my balls into my palm and jiggling them slightly, then looking up at him as I feel my dick getting firmer still.

“I see,” he says, biting his lower lip, smiling and again making imaginary notes. “What else?” he asks, his heavy cock also now starting to lift slightly, his eyes burning in their sockets.

“Well,” I continue, “I’ve also been experiencing extreme sensitivity in my penis.”

“Any part specifically?” he asks, feigning concern, his eyebrows bearing down heavily onto his mischievous eyes.

“To be honest Doctor, all of it really,” I reply, playing along, “but mostly concentrated around the glans, here. The whole length also becomes overly hard sometimes…”

“Uh-huh,” he replies, making more notes, his bulky cock now hanging at half-mast, revealing his own heavy, full ball sack draped over the edge of the chair. “To me this sounds like a classic case of negligent genital stimulus syndrome,” he states. “Good news is, we caught it early, so treatment is pretty straight forward and the recovery rate pretty high,” he says smilingly, also breathing heavily.

“What do you recommend we do?” I ask, starting to feel tipsy on the erotic tension between doctor and patient, as I near full hardness between my legs.

“Well, I would start you off on a session of supervised self-help exercises first, I think,” he says as his thick flesh pole starts ticking in time to his heartbeat, the foreskin pulling back behind the head. “Starting today, I can demonstrate different techniques and grips to help alleviate initial sensitivity and encourage natural draining of the testes.”

I feel a drop of pre-cum escape from the tip of my swollen cock head. “I think it is working already Doctor,” I joke, as I look down at it.

He chuckles, his whole body shaking in the chair. “Good,” he says winking at me, “shall we begin Mr. Jonny?”

“Please…” I answer pleadingly.

“Ok, so it’s very simple really,” he says. “Just follow my lead and do as I do…” he adds, as he takes hold of his bulging cock, has arm curling round the back of the chair. “So first we start gently warming up…” He takes his thumb and middle finger and softly runs it up and down the sides of his impressively thick shaft. “Like that, yes – don’t apply too much pressure – you just want to softly trace it…”

“Like this Doctor?” I ask, as I teasingly trace the contours of my rock hard cock.

“Yes, very good,” he replies, swallowing hard, eyes locked on my meat. “Also, don’t worry about any wetness, that is completely normal, and will simply increase as we continue the exercises,” he says, as more pre-cum ooze out of my slit.

“So, next we want to move the fingers around like this…” he demonstrates, as he rotates his massive thumb to the top and his forefinger underneath, and holds his half-covered swollen moist cock head. “…and then just gently squeeze down, forcing your slit to part slightly, and with short movements move your fingers back and forth slowly, like this…”

I see his throbbing cock blink repeatedly at me, as he starts stimulating his head through his half pulled back foreskin, making his Jap’s eye subtly open and close with his movements. I follow suite, and in between the heavy breathing we can hear soft clicking noises as our pre-cum soaked hoods flicks over our swollen heads. I let out a soft moan.

“Can you feel it working?” he asks, slightly out of breath.

“Oh yes Doctor,” I reply, gasping.

“Very good,” he grins. “Next we will now use all our fingers together – like this…” he gestures, moving his arm further around the chair and rotating his hand around his shaft so that his thumb lines up with his thick shaft on the underside where the head joins, his other fingers curling around to the top. “…and then we pull backwards and forwards, using our thumbs to apply pressure to our frenulums, here…” he continues, also letting out a deep moan as he starts stroking.

“Urgh, feels so good Doctor, fuck…” I moan.

“Uh-huh,” he gasps, his eyes lustfully scanning my body, his mouth slightly agape – clearly also drunk on the erotic sights and smells filling his front room. “Very good…”

We continue like this in silence, our breathing and groaning echoing in the space as our rock hard and, by now, red-flushed swollen cocks make wet smacking sounds. I see him starting to rock back in forth in his chair, invisibly maneuvering his meat deeper and deeper.

“I can feel something starting to happen Doctor,” I say, as we continue to urgently stroke our throbbing fuck-sticks.

“Very good,” he mumbles out of breath, “me too Mr. Jonny. Shall we end this first session with a combined release and protein-cream treatment?” he gasps.

“Uh-huh,” I answer desperately, our lust-filled eyes locked on each other.

“Right, I want you to continue as you are. Soon you will feel a pleasurable burning sensation igniting in your groin – this is completely normal; try and savor it. Then you will experience an expulsion of pent-up energy, draining your testes and spilling out of your urinary meatus.”

“What about you Doctor... are you also draining?” I pant, furiously smacking my meat.

“Yes,” he pants, “I will apply my expulsion... as a protein-rich treatment... directly to your body... Is that in order?”

“Yes... of course,” I gasp.

I slump down deeper into the sofa, my head resting against the backrest, as he hobbles the chair closer, our legs pressing against each other’s. I see his muscles contract and twitch under his caramel skin that's covered with sweat droplets, as he urgently wallops his dripping wet, swollen dick.

“Argh Dr. Josh, it’s coming… urgh, urgh, urgh, aaaaaargh,” I moan, as I feel load after load of burning hot cum explode out the tip of my cock, splashing onto my chest and arms, and running down my abs in between the convulsing muscles.

“Very good,” he gasps, “drain them balls…”

Lifting himself out of his chair slightly, and pushing his cock through the open back until his pubic hairs is squashed against the backrest, I watch his big, heavy nuts violently whip back and forth underneath his pulsing flesh-pistol, loaded and aiming directly at me.

With a deep, loud “Uuuurgh!” he thrusts his pelvis forward, shooting a thick load of creamy cum flying through the air and splash-landing onto my chest.

“Argh, fuck yeah Doctor…” I praise, as I see him pump again, all his muscles sweatily contorting as he shoots another load out, this one traveling further and splashing heavily onto my face. “Urgh,” he pushes out another, splashing onto my hand still holding my wet drooping dick, running in between my fingers.

I can’t help but lasciviously smile and marvel at his filthy sexual prowess, as another streak of hot jizz splats onto my balls and drips onto the couch.

He convulses one more time, squeezing out the last few squirts out of his exhausted cock, dripping down onto the floor between us, before opening his big brown euphoric eyes and smiling shyly at me - the character having left the building.

“Shit, sorry bud,” he says. “Made a right hot mess all over you!” as he swings his leg off the chair and goes down onto his knees in front of me, cum hanging down my one eyebrow and another bit running down my nose and over my chin.

His big hands burrow down into the seat behind my back, as he scoops me up in his strong arms and pulls my dripping wet body against his, my legs crossing behind his firm ass.

“Helps the medicine go down, I suppose…” I laugh with one eye closed, as he starts tenderly licking his cum of my face, then leaning in for a passionate kiss, my tongue eagerly scooping up the sweet-salty gunk in his mouth.

“Don’t know about you bud, but I’m pooped now,” he laughs. “Shall we have a little lie down?” he asks, then kisses me again. As his plump lips pull away from mine, I nod, also suddenly completely drained.

Still holding me, he gets up, his strong legs making light work of lifting us both, as I wrap my arms around his warm, sticky neck and we shuffle off to his bedroom.

“Can’t remember us playing doctor quite like that,” I say, as he carefully lays us down onto his bed. He chuckles, still holding me tight, our cum-cocktail squishing out the sides where our fronts are pressed together.

“No, not quite,” he replies. “But you must admit, this grown up version ain’t half bad either, don’t you think bud?” he asks with a crooked half-smile.

“Ditto,” I whisper, as his musky sweet smell fills my nostrils and I feel my eyelids heavily close, and the room slowly fades to black.

*     *     *     *

By the time I wake up it is just after midday already, his bedroom filled with light. I must have turned around at some point, because Josh is now behind me, spooning me, holding me tight in his strong arms. I feel him breathing onto the back of my neck, and I smile to myself, as I still can’t quite believe my luck with what I have here:

A rugged brick-house of a man, with an amazing physique, big strong features, but kind eyes, soft lips and a sweet disposition, who happens to also love cock, combined with an uncanny ability to make me nutt in profusion, with or without the use of that tremendous talent hanging between his sturdy thighs.

After I while I sense him also awaken from our slumber. I can almost hear him smiling behind me.

“Hey bud,” he whispers, kissing my neck and smelling my hair.

“Hey there handsome man,” I whisper back, “I’ve just been thinking about you.”

“Have you know?” he asks. “I hope it was all good things,” he whispers into my ear, tenderly wrapping his full lips around my earlobe and gentle teasing it with his warm, wet tongue.

I squirm and giggle like a little boy, but he holds me tight in his strong grip, as he lets out his deep, low chuckle from behind.

“All good things, I promise,” I reply eventually. “I was thinking..." I start, "that I’m so happy we found each other again, and that we still have the same urges,” I continue. “For a long time, I though that ship had sailed, and that we wouldn’t ever get to play like we used to again.”

“I know what you mean bud,” he answers, suddenly also deep in his thoughts.

I continue. “After that camping trip, we went to separate high schools, and I thought that was that… I remember that school trip weekend so clearly. You wanking on the bus, shooting your load. And then watching you in the showers, burning with desire…”

“You watched me in the shower at camp?” he asks. “You naughty little pervert,” he jokes, pulling me tighter against his warm bodily mass.

“I was,” I sigh. “I was a little jealous of you at that time, to be honest…”

“Are you serious bud? Why?” he asks, surprised.

“Well, you developed so much faster,” I begin. “You had dark tufts of underarm hair, your chest had already swollen into something resembling a pec, and off course you had that wondrous willy hanging from your toned, already hairy crotch,” I continue. “I remember everyone staring at it, actually. It was definitely the heaviest, thickest, juiciest dick owned by a young teen, anywhere!” I laughed.

He chuckles. “I never really thought about it like that,” he laughs.

“And you could cum,” I gasp, “Like properly shoot a creamy load - unlike the rest of us who orgasmed with spasms and contractions, but only leaked a few meager drips and runs over our fingers at the end of it,” I chuckled.

“I guess so…” he answers shyly.

“That time you knocked one out with Dirk in the showers – remember that?” I ask.

“I do, yeah,” he replies. “He had this really weird, knobby dick, didn’t he?” he laughs.

“He did, yes… Anyway, you were standing in the stalls next to each other furiously jacking off into the isle. I couldn’t take my eyes of that mammoth meat of yours, your big balls shaking violently underneath. Dirk shot first, a tiny glob of semen jumping out of his ugly dick and landing a foot and a half away from him onto the wet tiles. When you finally came, you shot one load of spunk about three feet through the air, with the second landing about four feet away, and with a deep grunt you pushed the third and last one almost six feet out! It was so hot. Everyone was amazed, some boys even clapped. No one really wanted to publicly shoot their load after that…”

He laughs hard, making me shake with him. “Oh dear,” he wheezes, “The things we did when we were young!”

“Tell me about it. I also…” I reply, hesitating slightly before continuing.

“What is it? Tell me bud...” he probes.

“This is a little embarrassing…” I say shyly, feeling my face turn warm. “Well, I was so turned on by your display of early manhood, there in the showers, that on my way out, I stole your one sock from the locker room…”

“My sock?”

“Yeah,” I giggle.

“I wondered what happened to it! I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it, couldn’t work it out…” he replies, bemused.

“So I took your stinky, sweaty sock with me into my sleeping bag that night, and once everyone was asleep, I sniffed it and rubbed it against my horny hard dick, before pumping as much jizz into that moist sock as my balls would allow at that age…” I say shamefully.

Without answering, he abruptly grabs my jaw in his huge hand, pulls my head backwards and kisses me passionately, moaning into my mouth. We lie like this for a while, our tongues tenderly rubbing around and rolling over each other, his hand exploring the front of my hairy torso, as I hear his stubble scratch against mine, our heavy breathing expelling the silence in his bedroom.

“So…” he eventually whispers into my ear, “about that hollow feeling anal cavity you complained about before…”

“Hmmm, have you got a remedy for me?” I whisper back, as I feel something thick and warm pressing against the back of my thighs.

“I think I might have a solution for you, bud,” he replies softly, before gently sucking on my earlobe again, making me let out a deep sigh, his hard stubble tickling my neck.

“Explain it to me…” I whisper back.

“Well, I got exactly the right medicine you need, right here,” he answers, softly grinding into me from behind. I arch my back and slightly part my thighs, letting his swelling cock slip in between my legs.

He starts grinding into me, whispering into my ear. “I believe it’s got the right shape… The right volume… The right consistency… The right texture… Not too hard… Not too soft… Just right…for… your… tight… hole.”

“Urgh,” I grunt, as he starts caressing my hairy chest with his big, strong hands. I can’t believe how quickly I’m completely aroused again, but here we are: I’m hard as a rock as I feel childhood buddy’s warm, meaty pole sliding in between my thighs and brushing past my aching ball sack.

“Do you want me to administer my remedy now? Would you like to take it anally?” he whispers into my ear, squeezing my pecs and roughly rubbing his hand over my nipples, making my skin tingle.

“Uh-huh,” I reply. “You need to get it all the way in though, I think the problem is located deep inside, right at the back,” I say, spitting on my fingers and placing them underneath my balls, his chunky cock sliding into my wet hand. I hear him moan softly into my neck, as I start to stimulate his swollen head between my fingers, wetting his shaft as he continues sliding in and out of my slippery palm.

“Fuck bud, you’re hot, you’re making me so hard,” he whispers into my ear. “I think I need to insert my thermometer and take your temperature!” he laughs, rubbing and massaging my ass cheeks firmly in his big hands.

I breathe out loudly as I feel something warm and wet starting to circle the perimeter of my hungry hole. “Ah, yeah…” I gasp. Next I feel it pushing against the entrance, softly slipping in. “Ooh,” I sigh, as he starts pulling back, then pushing in again.

“Hang on, that doesn’t feel like your thick, fat thermometer Josh,” I say, jokingly.

He starts laughing. “No bud, it’s my finger!” he replies, chuckling. “We need to get this tight little hole warmed up first, I don’t want to hurt my kindergarten buddy with my fat willy,” he whispers into my ear, as he carefully continues to slide his thick finger in and out of me.

“Urgh,” I grunt, “point taken big man.”

He flicks my earlobe with his wet tongue, before whispering, “Here comes another,” into my ear.

“Uuurgh,” I gasp, as his second finger start splaying open my eager hole, as I slowly stroke my hard cock that is starting to ooze pre-cum.

“Ready for another one, bud?” he whispers after a while.

“Yeah, argh, do it,” I moan, grinding backwards into him. I feel him pulling his big hand to one side, pulling open my asshole, before slipping in another finger.

He circles his hand for a while, moistly stretching my hole with this three fingers, pulling my head back towards his, as we kiss passionately over my shoulder, our tongues sliding eagerly around each other.

After a few minutes of sensual circling and a few exhilaratingly rough rotations, he pulls his fingers out, before I feel his dripping wet, hot cock head pressing against my hole. He spends a few seconds smearing his pre-cum oozing out of his wet meat around my back door entrance, before gently starting to push into me.

“You ok bud?” he asks from behind, his hands massaging my ass cheeks und pulling open my crack.

I forget how big Josh’s fully swollen prick is, and I’m suddenly very grateful for him taking his time preparing my hole, as I’m being stretched to capacity, his shaft sinking in ever deeper.

“Argh, ok…” he gasps, “I’m in, all the way... How you doin’ there bud?”

“Urgh, yeah, truly stuffed, that empty feeling has gone, completely,” I reply through bated breath. Without answering, he starts slowly rocking back and forth, hydraulically forcing in and pulling out of my tight tunnel.

“Now fuck me hard Josh, I wanna feel your balls slapping against me.” He immediately picks up the tempo as I give him the go ahead. We continue kissing over my shoulder, as he starts pounding my hole, his nuts smacking noisily against my cheeks.

“Can you feel my balls,” he huffs.

“Yeah, they’re big and warm, I can hear it too. You need to empty them into me,” I pant, as they slap louder and louder onto my clammy butt skin.

“How we doing there bud?” he asks over my shoulder after a while, as I stroke my wet cock in tandem with his meaty pole sliding in and out of my splayed asshole. “I’m getting close already,” he gasps, “You’re clenched so tightly around my meat, it feels incredible.”

“Urgh, for me too, argh,” I moan, as he continues to punish my hole, rapidly thrusting into me like machine gun fire, his swollen head beautifully bruising my insides.

“Sorry bud, I’m gonna nutt, I can’t hold back the remedy anymore!” he calls from behind, out of breath.

“Yeah, spray your medicine, argh, coat my guts with your sticky gunk!” I pant.

After a few seconds, with two almighty, extra deep, slow thrusts, he pumps a massive load of his thick cum out into me. I feel a hot sensation spread down along my insides, as some of it starts leaking out of my numb, stretched hole.

To his surprise, I pull myself off his exploded cock immediately, turning around and scooping up some of the leakage from my gaping hole into my hand, as well as some from his still throbbing cock, before using it as lube to wetly whack out my own jizz.

I feel my juices explode out of my swollen cock, and see it splashing in streaks onto his sweaty, caramel wrapped body. He watches with wide, big brown eyes, a huge lop-sided smile crawling onto his face as he starts smearing at all over his twitching muscles, the last few drops dripping onto his groin and sits like pearls in his soft, dark pubes around his still swollen cock.

“Woooow bud, that’s a load alright!” he gushes, spreading my spunk over his tightly toned torso, lying with his knees lifted up.

“Jeez,” I gasp, “your medicine definitely helped to empty me out,” I say softly, as I flop down wetly onto his warm body, his arms closing behind my back, our cum-soaked genitals squashing warmly against each other, slowly shrinking.

He rubs his stubble against my cheek as I lay against his heaving chest, watching his juicy, dark nipple rising up and down with his breathing, smears of semen slowly drying around it

“I’m also glad we found each other again, bud,” he says eventually. “I can’t imagine not having you with me – I had long enough of that the last few years…” he trails off.

“Uh-huh,” I mumble, “me too big man.”

“Say… I know this might sound odd, or old fashioned, or… I dunno,” he stumbles, “…but just humor me, alright?”

“Err, ok...” I answer uncertainly.

“So, here goes…” I hear and feel him breath out deeply. “Would you like to be my man Jonny? You know, like only mine, no one else’s?” he asks softly, as I flip my head around to look at him, his big brown eyes shyly, but affectionately, staring at me, his short brown hair beautifully messy, one thick brown eyebrow cocked somewhere in between; this cum-soaked kindergarten buddy of mine disguised as a hulk, warming my body from underneath.

“I already am, you big sexy fool,” I laugh, “I always have been,” I add, pinching his nipple between thumb and forefinger. “And that’s no secret!”

He chuckles, smiles his lop-sided smile, and purses his plump lips together. “So I guess we will be able to see more of each other bud, more often?” he asks carefully, our eyes intensely locked onto each other again.

“I guess…” I sigh, teasing him. “Now, stop being soppy, and make us some coffee, before I change my mind," I joke laughingly.

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