Best Buddies Play Hard Redux (with a new ending)

[mav96213]

Neil...

Wow, you must have a lot in store for us! Ready and anxious...

Thanks for all your hard work, much appreciated!

 

[Kyanimal]

YES!!!

I will gladly read ANYTHING that YOU write! I don't care if it's long, short, or in between!

It's been a while ... And, I'm Very Happy to hear that you've been feeling well enough to write some more! (And I don't mean that just because of the story!)

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[gsdx]

I'm not going to post it until it's totally finished. However, I would like to know if, at the time of posting, you want it in one huge lump (I'm not even sure JUB will allow me to post that much in one go) or if you'd rather I break it into smaller pieces and post a piece a day. It will easily be 5 or 6 'normal' chapters worth of reading to do.

Let me know what you think.

 

[sheep]

Do what you want to do. I would like several postings but I'm easy. No slut, mind you! Just easy

 

[DonQuixote]

Sheep, Chaz, and all you other faithful readers/supporters of our good friend, Neil.

He's still pounding the keys on the "Final" conclusion to Best Friends Play Hard, Redux.

As of the other day, Neil had eeked out a modest 48 pages of the Final Chapter - and he wasn't quite done with the first of three sections he wants to finalize.

He tells me that section one is the largest by far, but, . . . hold on to your horses -- when Neil finally shares his baby with us, it's going to be a "significant" read.

Right now, congratulate him - he and his roommates are new "daddies" - Ms. Boots delivered today! So far, she's keeping them under a bed Neil can't get down to see under, so he doesn't know how big his new family is.

 

[Kyanimal]

Excellent news!

Congratulations, Neil ... on all fronts!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[gsdx]

As of the other day, Neil had eeked out a modest 48 pages of the Final Chapter - and he wasn't quite done with the first of three sections he wants to finalize.

Wow. You're falling behind, DQ. Remember I told you I broke the 50 page mark last week? I'm up to 59 now.

(Just to remind my fans that a typical chapter averages about 7 to 9 pages. This finale will be posted in segments, but you won't have to wait long for successive installments.)

 

[DonQuixote]

My bad, Neil. The 48 stuck in my brain from when I asked if you'd broken 50 and you came back with 48, lol.

And, now, I must have needs be off!

 

[gsdx]

I've decided that it is time to begin meting out the final chapter in bite-sized portions. Each portion will be about the length of a 'normal' chapter. I will be posting a new 'portion' each Monday.

I hope the wait was worth it.
Neil​

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BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3A​

Kevin made his old hometown his home again and never left it. Like me and most of my family, he still lives here. After our chat that night, he moved into my old bedroom in Mom and Dad’s house (at their insistence, of course) until he could get back on his feet and support himself properly. Within a week, he’d found a good, well-paying job with lots of potential for advancement. Still, Mom insisted that he stay with her and Dad for at least a few months until he could save up enough money to head out on his own. He ended up living with them for almost half a year before finding an apartment of his own and telling them that he would be moving out at the end of the month.

It wasn’t all smooth sailing, though. There were a few bumps in the road. Well, more than mere bumps, really. More like crises if you will. The first one threatened to end my friendship with Kevin. The second crisis permanently changed things between me and Sharon and Kevin. The third crisis. . . well, it was more of Mount Everest thing than a bump in the road and it very nearly brought my entire family and our lives crashing to the ground.

Still, we managed to get through it all somehow and came away with only a few bumps and bruises and even a few attitude adjustments here and there. Don’t ask me how. It was a learning experience for all of us and, quite frankly, we’re still learning.

* * * * *

When Kevin was ready to move into his new apartment, he was going to take the bus out west one last time to rent a U-Haul and load it with all his stuff he’d been keeping in storage there and drive it back home. I arranged some holiday time off work so I could drive him there instead and then follow him back home again. It would be a fun adventure, but a long one. Kevin assured me we could drive out in two days and that it would take only a few hours to load the U-Haul truck on the morning of the third day. We would start driving back in the afternoon after the truck was loaded and, barring unexpected breakdowns or other unplanned delays, we expected to make it back home late Friday night or early Saturday morning.

The storage unit Kevin was renting was in a town about an hour’s drive south of where he used to live when he first moved there with his family. A thought crossed my mind as the morning sun chased us down the highway and I asked him about it.

“Is that where you lived when you ran away the first time?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Marty! Just shut the hell up about that, will ya, please!?” Kevin had turned his body toward me and I could feel his anger in the air as well as I could see it on his face. His whole body was tied up in a gigantic muscle knot. “I told you before I would tell you when and if I feel ready to tell you! I’m not, okay!? I hated the place where I went! It was an angry and very lonely time for me when I was there! It scared the living shit out of me and I’ve been trying my damnedest to forget about it and you just keep bringing it back up over and over and over again and I go right back there in my mind and live the whole fuckin’ thing all over again! Please, Marty, just keep your fuckin’ mouth shut about it, okay!? Fuck! Why do you have to be so goddamned nosey all the time!? It’s none of your fuckin’ business where I was or what I did! Fuck!”

And, with that, Kevin spun himself around on the passenger seat again to face the open passenger window, crossed his arms firmly across his chest, and leaned his head against the window frame. I could hear the pounding of my heart even and Kevin’s incensed breathing above the sounds of my car and the traffic and the whistling of the wind blowing through the open windows.

“I’m sorry, Kevin,” I apologised solemnly. “I really am. I won’t ever mention it again. I swear.”

If Kevin heard me, he didn’t let on. I returned my attention to driving and, for the next hour or so, we rode along in absolute silence. Kevin didn’t move and I began to wonder if he had fallen asleep. I became anxious for the rest of our journey. I wasn’t sure if I could handle five days of not talking to each other.

I pulled off the highway after a time to get gas. I parked at the pump and told the attendant to “fill ‘er up”, then asked for the key to the john. “Inside the door,” he said pointing to the office, “on the left.”

“Thanks,” I said to him and left him to fill the tank, check the fluids as they were inclined to do way back then, and wash my windscreen. I retrieved the key from a peg mounted just inside the office door and headed for the bathroom. I had to laugh. The key was securely attached to an old ping pong paddle with half the rubber pad missing - as if anyone would want to try to steal it.

Like most other gas station bathrooms, this one smelt like one, and it had another very familiar smell, too. I stepped up to the only urinal there and discovered one of those all-too-familiar deodorant pucks sitting at the bottom of the porcelain basin coated. I pulled out my dick and let fly, using the deodorant puck as a target. I flushed, washed my hands, and left the small bathroom. The door closed automatically behind me. I saw Kevin standing there at the same time I heard the lock on the door click. “Sorry, Kev,” I said as I held out the key to him. “I didn’t see you.”

“S’okay,” he mumbled as he took the key from me. Without another word, he unlocked the door and disappeared inside.

I returned to the office to pay and bought a couple of cold ginger ales and a chocolate bar for each of us, then went out to wait in the car. Kevin emerged from the bathroom after a few minutes, handed the key with the ping pong paddle attached to the attendant, and climbed back into the car, closing the door with a metallic thud.

I pointed to the ginger ale and candy bar on the seat beside him and told him, “Your treat next time.”

“Okay.”

He’d spoken two words to me, one of which had an ‘S’ attached. I wondered if that meant we were back on speaking terms again. He opened his pop in silence and ripped open the chocolate bar as I drove out of the lot and back onto the highway. We didn’t speak again until his chocolate had been completely eaten and the wrapper had been scrunched mercilessly into a small ball of crinkly paper and tossed out the window.

“Mom used to love it,” Kevin said nostalgically after he had settled back into the passenger seat.

“Love what?” I asked very curiously and genuinely confused.

“The town,” he replied. “Where we’re going. Where the storage unit is. Mom used to love going there whenever she could afford to and she always took me with her. She used to do sewing and knitting on the side to earn some spending money so we could go. She never told Dad she was doing it. It was our little secret. As often as she could afford to, she’d buy us a bus ticket and me and her would go there and have a Sunday afternoon picnic beside the river. She didn’t tell David where we were going, either. She hated the way David always picked on me and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it especially when Dad would beat her up if she mentioned it. Everything was my fault as far as Dad was concerned. He hated me and he’d swat me around every chance he got. If Mom tried to step in and protect me, he’d swat her around, too, and I would scream at her to stay out of it just so he wouldn’t hurt her. He couldn’t hurt me as easily as he could hurt Mom. I was a kid. I could take it.”

He stopped long enough to chug a few swallows of his ginger ale. “My best memories are of there, Marty. At the river. We’d sit under our favourite tree for hours, just sitting and talking and watching the people walking by and having fun, and we’d toss bread crumbs to the ducks and swans on the river. Good times. If the water was warm enough, I’d go for a swim while Mom watched. Sometimes she’d take off her shoes and stockings and wade in with me, but mostly we would just sit there together. She liked to hold me tight and cuddle me and kiss my hair. I liked it, too. It made me feel good. Those were the only times I didn’t regret living out west instead of being back home with you”

Kevin was most certainly on a roll and I let him keep on rolling as long as he wanted to or, at least, as long as he felt he needed to keep rolling. “She’s buried there, Marty,” he continued. “The cemetery’s right beside the river on the other side, just a little ways downstream from our picnic spot. She bought the plot herself from money she’d saved up from sewing and what she could steal from Dad. I think she knew she was dying and wanted to make sure she could rest in one of her favourite places. That’s why I stored my stuff there. I knew I’d be going back at least one more time. Either I’d be picking up my junk and moving back home forever if things worked out between you and me and Sharon, or I’d be moving back there forever just so I could be close to Mom if they didn’t.”

And then he did something which took me completely by surprise. He leaned across the seat, planted his right hand on my upper thigh, and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Marty,” he said warmly. “I hate being mad at you.”

“S’okay,” I replied stupidly. “I guess I deserved it.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I was just so happy we were talking again.

Oh, if you think that was our first crisis, you would be wrong. That was nothing compared to what was to come.

We took turns driving, swapping places every few hours or so. We talked about a whole lot of stuff, but, besides the single most forbidden topic, the one other thing we didn’t talk about was sex. In fact, since Kevin had ultimately decided he would be moving back home, that peck on the cheek was our first hint at intimacy and I truly didn’t know why. I tried several times to broach the subject, but I always chickened out. I guess I resigned myself to the fact that nothing was going to happen during the trip.

Traffic was good so we kept going. After almost fifteen hours on the road, we stopped at a small Mom ‘n Pop motel just off the main highway and rented a room with two double beds. I remember the motel was named after a bird but I can’t for the life of me remember which bird. The motel was L-shaped with the long arm of the ‘L’ running lengthwise alongside the road. We got the last room on the short stick of the ‘L’ closest to the road. There was a car parked in the second unit away from us and lights were shining through the closed drapes. The unit next to us was empty.

The room was what my mom would call ‘quaint’. The textured wallpaper was nice and suitably gender neutral. It was warm and welcoming despite the fact that the bright, flashing neon ‘Vacancies’ sign out near the road in front of the office buzzed louder than the equipment in Dr. Frankenstein’s lab and it lit up the room until we pulled the curtains closed. They were suitably thick so that we barely even noticed it. Besides, after fifteen hours of driving, we were both exhausted and, after a quick shower, I expected both of us would fall into bed and go right to sleep. Both the beds were surprisingly clean and looked suitably comfy but, to be perfectly frank, I don’t think either of us would have been too concerned how comfortable they were. I know I was tired enough that I would have been quite content to sleep on the floor if that’s where I happened to fall down.

Anyway, as I mentioned earlier, there was no talk of sex during our entire first day of driving and I don’t think either of us expected anything to happen that night. It just did, and when it did, we found ourselves coming face-to-face with our first crisis.

I suggested that we could shower together but Kevin said that he didn’t think it would be such a good idea. I was rather disappointed but I let suggestion drop. We flipped a coin to see who would go first. I won. With the door closed, the bathroom kind of reminded me of the one in the Bates Motel in the Hitchcock movie Psycho. The shower tub even had a thick, plastic shower curtain which was suspended from a shiny metal shower rod. The shower hooks were even shaped like light bulbs as they were in the movie. The facilities were so sparkly clean that I almost hated to take a piss in the toilet and wash my hands in the sink. But I did anyway.

As I stood there holding my dick and feeling the piss flowing through it and listening to it splash in the toilet, I had a flash vision of Kevin ripping back the shower curtain while I was standing there under the showerhead. He was dressed in a granny dress and wearing a grey-haired wig that was tied back in a tight bun. He was brandishing a huge butcher knife over his head - a knife suitable for skinning and deboning a moose - and slashing it up and down and making the sounds of screeching violins with a high-pitched “Weeee! Weeee! Weeee! Weeee!”

I chuckled to myself as I finished whizzing, flushed the john, and washed my hands. The towels and wash cloths were nice and soft and fluffy and there was a faint lemon-fresh scent in them. I adjusted the taps to set the water temperature and pressure before stripping off my clothes and dropping them in a pile on the floor near the sink. I flipped the chrome lever which diverted the water from the faucet to the showerhead and stepped into the tub. I noticed that the innkeepers had installed a number of those non-slip rubber flowers in the bottom of the bathtub. I pulled the plastic curtain across the metal bar and closed myself off from the rest of the bathroom.

I was standing there a few minutes later with my face turned upward into the refreshing spray and my eyes closed, letting the hot water splash over my skin, off my chin, and down my body. It felt heavenly and I lost myself in the feel and the sounds of the shower. That’s when I heard the sound of metal on metal as the plastic curtain was being yanked violently open. My eyes jerked open and I turned toward the sound just in time to get a glassful of very cold water square in the middle of my chest. I sucked in my breath in icy shock as Kevin stood there clad only in his well-worn blue jeans, laughing his head off at me.

I stood there facing him, bent slightly forward with my arms spread wide, gasping for breath and trying desperately to regain my composure so I could throttle his ass. Then I began laughing, too. “I’ll get you, you fuckin’ bastard,” I shouted through my laughter as I reached out to grab him.

Kevin backstepped and turned away from me, still laughing his guts out. “You should have seen your face, man! It was priceless!” He started laughing even harder than before. “I wish I’d had a camera!”

I stepped out of the tub with my left foot, grabbing for him again and missing. Kevin, backtracking away from me again, slipped on the small carpet on the floor and had to grab the sink to regain his balance. I took the opportunity and grabbed for the waistband of his jeans. I managed to grab it but Kevin managed to pull himself away from me and turn toward the door. All I got to do was to scrape my nails over his left, denim-covered butt cheek. “Asshole!” I laughed as I clambered the rest of the way out of the tub and scrambled after him.

Kevin peeled out the door, pulling it closed behind him just as I got there. I grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it but couldn’t. My wet hand simply slid over the slick and shiny metal. I knew it wasn’t locked. The mechanism was on my side of the door which meant that Kevin was holding it closed. I could hear his mocking laughter through the door as he did so.

“Your ass is grass, man!” I shouted at him.

“Oh, yeah!?” he called back as I quickly grabbed a towel off the bar and began wiping my hands dry. “And you think your scrawny little ass is big enough to mow it?”

“Open the door and find out, pal!” I tried to sound suitably threatening but all I did was to make Kevin snort loudly through his nose.

“Too weak to open it yourself, pal!?”

My hands felt suitably dry, so I tentatively tested the knob. My grip held. The towel fell to the floor at my feet where I dropped it and slowly but forcefully turned the doorknob clockwise. As I had expected, Kevin countered my move by using equal pressure in the opposite direction. “Ha ha ha ha ha!” he laughed maniacally. “Sucka!!”

But I was ready for him. I widened my stance for balance and gave a mighty and sudden twist in the opposite direction. Kevin wasn’t expecting that and couldn’t counter in time. With a firm wrench of the door, I pulled it open and yanked Kevin right off his feet and he stumbled right into my arms. I wrapped them around him, grasping my wrists firmly in my hands to lock my arms together and successfully pinned Kevin’s arms at his side. I held onto him for dear life, desperate not to allow him to escape now that I had him right where I wanted him.

Kevin laughed and growled and thrashed around, trying to escape my grasp, but my wet, bare skin just slid against his. With his arms bound tightly, his hands couldn’t find purchase. Yet, his thrashing about somehow succeeded in twisting himself around until he was perpendicular to me. I started backtracking, dragging him toward the tub. Kevin’s right side pressed against my chest and I could feel my heart pounding against his biceps and I could feel my cock pressing against the body-warm denim of his jeans. The rough material sent wonderful tingles into the head of my cock as it rubbed against his jeans, but that wasn’t the time for getting horny. It was the time for getting even.

Kevin tried to spread his arms to break my grip when he realised where I was taking him, but I held fast. “No, Marty!” he laughed and began gyrating even harder. “Not with my pants! Not with my pants!!”

His laughs became louder and my energetic grunts and guffaws became more urgent as I heaved backward and lifted my friend clean off his feet. “Marty!” he called again. “Marty!!” I’m glad the room beside us was empty. Otherwise they would have been pounding on the wall, calling the innkeeper, calling the police, or any or all of those things combined. But we were having fun.

Now, you might be thinking that our antics of that night might have been more suited to a couple of prepubescent boys on a sleepover and you’d probably be right. It was pretty childish and immature. But, at the time, I was feeling more like a twelve-year-old kid than a twenty-something grownup with a wife and a kid of his own who should have known better than to be acting that way. We were kids again, Kevin and I, at least in our minds. We were having the kind of fun that grownups weren’t supposed to have. And we didn’t give a shit, which is the point having fun, isn’t it?

Kevin continued laughing hysterically and shouting out my name, twisting and struggling and kicking his legs in vain to prevent his impromptu dousing, but I was just as determined to make it happen. Our bodies became slick and wet from the showery mist and our own perspiration. It was more difficult to hold on, but I refused to relinquish my hold on him. My laughter was interrupted time and time again by strained grunts of effort as I struggled to manoeuvre my best friend into the tub and under the shower head, and I wouldn’t be happy until I succeeded, and I was determined to succeed.

To that end, I tried to lift Kevin and twist him into the tub, but he wrenched himself in the opposite direction and used his thrashing feet to push himself away from the tub. This effectively spun his body around as well until my bare crotch was pressed against his firm and clenching denim-covered butt cheeks and my hands were clamped over his heaving chest. I was quickly running out of steam, though, and far too busy to think about the fact that my nether regions were now grinding against Kevin’s ample ass.

I paused a moment or two to catch my breath and debate if I should just let him go or try to get that ample ass under the showerhead. In all honesty, even though I really wanted to get him back for drenching me with that glass of cold water, the fact that I would be getting the chance to see his ass in wet, clingy denim was a serious bonus. I decided to take a chance on one final, desperate gambit. I twisted my body to the left, spinning Kevin around until he was facing the adjacent wall instead of the tub and my right leg was pressed against the cool enamel of the tub.

There was a welcomed but brief respite in Kevin’s thrashing as he paused to re-evaluate his situation and I took advantage of it. I lifted my right leg and planted it firmly in the tub before he knew what was happening. He twisted his head around to see and, in his confusion and eased struggling, I pulled my left leg into the tub and into the shower spray, silently thanking the motel owners for the rubber, non-skid daisies they’d placed in the bathtub. Hot water splashed on Kevin’s head and shoulders and the thrashing began anew, but he was laughing too hard for his flailing to be even remotely effective. With Kevin still shouting out my name and throwing in a few choice expletives to boot, I noticed that he was now trying to force his right hand between his ass and my crotch. I thought he was going for my balls so I swiftly backed myself away from the side of the tub and, with one final grunt and heave, pulled Kevin into the tub with me until I was backed against the tiled wall and Kevin was backed against me.

It was only then that I realised that it was the back of Kevin’s hand rubbing against me as he pulled the leather wallet from his back pocket and tossed it to the floor outside the tub. There was a dull thud and then the tinkling sound of scattering coins as they rolled across the tiled floor.

Kevin relented and collapsed against me, still laughing as loudly as ever between his ragged breaths. His chest swelled time and time again against my grasping arms, and my own gasping breaths and laughter pushed my chest into the hot skin of his back. It was over. I had won.

I loosened my grip on him, but I didn’t let him go. In his silence he admitted his defeat. Still, I wanted to make sure he was thoroughly drenched before I released him entirely. His head fell back against my shoulder and his hands came up to cover mine and hold them against his panting chest. We just stood there, laughing and getting wet under the shower spray. It was the closest we had been physically for a very long time, and it felt damned good.

To Be Concluded​

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
A GREAT (re-) start to the "Final" Final Chapter, lol.

As always, your writing transports us into the action.
I can picture myself as Marty, rasslin' with Kevin, having a fucking ball blast of a time.

It's a good thing neither of them cracked their heads on the fixtures, or the playtime could have been not so much fun - I know, spoiler, lol.

The needed stress relief and reconnecting with their inner "boys", being all that they can be to each other and, more . . .

Thanks for deciding you were at a point where you felt you could make a return appearance to posting your story,

 

[pe_gay89]

Great stuff, Neil. I'm a bit anxious as to what these 'bumps in the road' are going to be. I'm kinda glad you're spacing out publishing the chapters, though. If you did the whole lot at once, I'd pretty much have to write off a day because I'm not very good at pacing myself.

 

[Kyanimal]

I FINALLY got time to read this new "beginning" of "the end"! FANTASTIC!!

I'm a bit concerned about what might be cumming UP, next! But, I can't put into words how THRILLED I am that YOU, with your amazing talent, are "Back", regaling "Us" with one of your phenomenal stories! THANK YOU, Neil!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[gsdx]

BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3B​

As our silly laughter finally began to die down, Kevin reached out one arm and pulled the shower curtain closed, and then slumped against me. His head fell back onto my shoulder again and his soft, wet hair warmed my cheek. After a short time, I became acutely aware of the denim of his jeans warming my crotch. I felt as though I didn’t have to ignore it any longer. I felt I could let it do whatever it wanted to do. As it had done on the motorcycle so long ago, my cock began to swell, gently nudging against the base of Kevin’s ass cheeks where the legs join the torso. If he noticed it, he didn’t react to it. Instead, he gently pushed my arms apart and turned around to face me. He took my hands into his once more. We stood there, looking into each other’s eyes, spray from the shower raining down on both of us, splashing from one to the other and back again. Our bodies weren’t touching except for my tumescent cock which was now nudged into the joint of his legs, just beneath the spot where Kevin’s balls were still encased in his now-wet denim jeans. Again, if he noticed (and he would have had to have been made of stone if he hadn’t noticed), he didn’t acknowledge it.

He was breathing through his mouth now, staring into my eyes. His laughs had faded and turned themselves into smiles. I stared into his eyes and smiled back at him. Still, despite looking like a drowned rat with his hair now lying flat and plastered against his forehead, there was such a look of. . . contentment. . . about him that it lifted my heart higher than it already was. Water droplets flowed down his face and over his parted lips. Every exhalation blew the droplets across the short distance between our bodies where they splashed warm and gently against my face and neck and chest. I caught a brief but potent whiff of wet denim and, knowing what was inside them, the scent caused my cock to jump. Kevin reacted that time and spread his legs slightly to give my dick room to grow, which it did until it was rip roaring and ready to go. He leaned against me until our torsos brushed against each other’s as we moved and breathed. My back was to the wall and I couldn’t back up any further. Kevin didn’t back away from me, either. If anything, he leaned closer to me until his belly brushed against mine and his perky nipples tickled my skin. The temperature within the shower was rising rapidly. There was a great feeling of passion in the hair. I could smell the hormones pumping.

Kevin finally broke the silence between us. “Do you know what I’m thinking right now, Marty?” he asked me quietly. The breath passing through his lips blew miniature bubbles from the water washing over them. I had the sudden urge to lick them away but I didn’t.

I could only shake my head back and forth. I was afraid my voice wouldn’t work if I tried to answer out loud. I could only hope he was thinking the same thing I was thinking - that we were going to have at least five days of sex, sex, and more sex. And when we weren’t having it, we would be thinking about it.

“If I died this very instant,” he replied, “I can’t imagine myself being any happier than I am right now.”

I actually felt my cock wilt when he said that. He certainly wasn’t thinking what I had been thinking. I stammered out a confused “Wha-a-a-a. . . ?”

Before I could even finish the thought, Kevin continued. “Oh, I know what you were thinking, Marty. You were thinking that I was going to ask you if I could have sex with you, right?”

“Well, um. . . it had crossed my mind.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Kevin glanced down ever-so-briefly at my crotch. When he looked back up into my eyes, his smile grew momentarily bigger and he winked knowingly. “That was my first clue. I felt it poking me. But you would have been wrong, Marty. I wasn’t thinking about sex. I was thinking about this. You and me doing nothing more than just being together. That’s what it’s all about. That’s all I’ve ever really wanted. This is what makes me really happy. Everything else was just icing on the cake.”

His use of the past tense confused me. It bothered me even more. “But icing is nice once in awhile, isn’t it?” I stumbled. “I mean, the cake is nice, but it’s a lot more fun with icing on it, isn’t it?” Later on, when I had time to think about it, I’d realise how stupid that sounded. Still, I couldn’t understand why he was being so evasive about it.

Kevin’s smile broadened again. “Yeah, the icing is nice once in a while, Marty, and it can be a lot of fun. But I don’t need it. I can do without it. It’s no big deal. Honest. Being with you, though. . . I don’t think I could do without that. This is what makes me really happy, Marty. Just being here with you.”

Something bothered me. It confused me and I’m sure my shower-drenched face reflected it. “What are you doing, Kevin?”

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing’? I’m not doing anything.” His lips were still smiling, but his eyes were thinking.

“You can’t tell me that sex isn’t important to you.”

Kevin’s smile disappeared and he backed away from me a bit. At least far enough that my dick head wasn’t being teased by his jeans anymore. “Look, Marty, I’ve been doing without sex most of my life,” he said calmly though somewhat defensively. “I can take care of myself. I always have. I always will.” He held up his hands for emphasis in case I missed his point. “These guys have been my best friends since I found out how good they could make me feel. Except for those few times with you, they’ve given me every orgasm I’ve ever had since I started having them. They’ve been doing a smash-up job of taking care of me all these years and I’m quite content to keep them on the payroll. Sex isn’t all that important to me, Marty. It really isn’t. You have to believe me on that. If it’s not important to you, it’s not im. . .”

I was even more confused and dumbfounded then before and I jumped in before he could finish the word. “Hey, wait a minute! What in hell makes you think having sex with you isn’t important to me?”

“Well. . .” Suddenly Kevin seemed confused and dumbfounded as well. He seemed to be searching his mind, racing to find a suitable answer to my question. “Well, I mean. . . well, since I moved back home and we had that. . . you know. . . that big talk, we haven’t even talked about sex let alone done anything together. We’ve barely even touched each other. I just assumed that maybe you weren’t all that interested in having sex with me after all. I thought you were just happy to have me back home. I didn’t mind. If that was what you wanted, then that was what I wanted for you. After that, I just accepted the fact that that was probably the way it was going to be from now on and I put it out of my mind. I’ve been doing everything I can to avoid it since then. I didn’t want you to feel I was pressuring you into doing something you didn’t want to do if I kept mentioning it.”

That sounded eerily familiar. . . like ‘earlier that day’ familiar.

“Well, maybe I really wanted to but I didn’t know how to go about getting started,” I offered. “And we really didn’t have any opportunities to do it, did we?” I knew that was a lie. We’d had plenty of opportunities to have sex and even more opportunities to talk about it. “I mean, you may not know it, Kev, but your blowjobs are mind-blowing. The things you do with your throat and your tongue? Man oh man! They’re amazing! Most guys can only dream of getting head that good. I know. I used to be one of ‘em.” As I spoke, blood flowed back into my crotch and, within seconds, my cock was standing at attention again. “Do you have any idea what it’s like for me to look down and watch my dick sliding in and out of your mouth? To see the whole thing disappear and know where it is? It’s magic, Kev! Nothing beats one of your blowjobs. So, maybe I’ve just been waiting for you to make the first move because I wasn’t sure how to go about getting started. Maybe I was sitting back and waiting, hoping you would offer me one.”

A wonderful look came over my friend’s handsome face. There was some hesitation mixed with scepticism with a little bit of excitement and a handful of hope thrown in for good measure. “Really?”

“Really.”

Kevin bowed his head slightly and his eyes flew to my crotch again, long enough this time to see my cock jumping in response to the attention he was paying it before flitting back to my own eyes once more. “All you had to do was ask me, Marty. I thought you knew I’d do that for you any time you wanted. When you didn’t ask, I assumed. . .” His unfinished sentence faded into silence

I knew all I had to do was to ask. I didn’t know how. Except for the sound of the shower spray splashing against us and against the wall and tub and shower curtain, there was a deathly silence. My eyes searched Kevin’s and his eyes searched mine. I don’t know what we were looking for. Maybe just time.

I swallowed heavily then spoke. “I’m. . .” I began, but my voice crackled and I had to clear my throat to get rid of the frog which had taken up lodging there. I started again. This time my voice didn’t crackle. “I’m asking, Kev. I really need one tonight. I mean like right now.”

Kevin’s eyes remained locked on mine, twitching occasionally from stray water droplets from the shower spray as they splashed against his eyelids. His mouth opened slightly to show his white teeth and his breathing became more rapid. I could feel my cock pumping up and twitching. I didn’t even try to hide it. I didn’t see any sense hiding it.

My crotch was like a magnet and Kevin’s was like steel. I couldn’t stop myself from being drawn to him and I pressed my pelvis forward until my swollen cock squashed itself against Kevin’s denim-covered crotch. I could feel the growing lump of his substantial and rapidly-swelling cock against my own, which sent a fresh supply of blood into it and made it pump up like a puffer fish.

Kevin stood there, swaying back and forth slightly, and let me grind my cock into him. A dreamy look came over his face; his eyes closed and his jaw dropped open. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that he was imagining it, that it wasn’t really happening except in his mind.

Finally, his eyes opened again and he peeled himself away from me. He glanced down briefly. He gave a nervous titter then looked toward the drain in the tub where the water was swirling down in a spiral. The index finger and thumb of his right hand grasped the zipper flap of his jeans near the bottom and tugged at it. At the same time, he splayed his legs and squatted slightly and quickly in an obvious attempt to release the pressure on his swelling tool. There was a flustered and embarrassed grin on his face. “Funny,” he chuckled nervously, “I don’t remember these jeans being quite this tight before.” He gave another silly, nervous laugh and a twinge of a wince flashed across his face as he tugged at his crotch again.

“Maybe you should just take ‘em off,” I offered with as much suggestion as I could put into my voice.

“Maybe I’d better take ‘em off if you want head,” he said as his attention and his hands moved to the waistband of his jeans. “They’re starting to pinch and I wouldn’t be able to concentrate.” Whether it was because he was excited or nervous (or maybe even both) I don’t know, but Kevin’s hands were shaking and his fingers were tripping all over each other as he fumbled frantically with the button which appeared not to want to come undone. “You know, Marty,” he said as if to cover his ineptitude, “if you’re going to start dragging me into the shower with you when I still have my clothes on, I think I’m going to start wearing baggier jeans.”

“Much to the disappointment to half the people in town back home,” I added. My eyes remained locked on Kevin’s crotch, fascinated that the lump confined in the denim continued to become even lumpier as it bundled itself up and tried to force its way down his pant leg. I wasn’t surprised, really. I knew the power in that cock and I knew that, even though it couldn’t rip its way through the material, it could certainly challenge the strength of the stitching.

“What do you mean, ‘half the people in town’?” Kevin’s fingers froze and I had the sudden sense that he was looking at me.

I looked up at his face and found that I was correct. He had a baffled look on his face now. “You mean you haven’t noticed people checking you out? Especially when you wear those black Jordaches with the white stitching?”

Kevin shook his head. “No. Why would they?”

“Well, you really fill out a pair of jeans, my friend.”

He glanced briefly down at the growing bulge and grinned shyly. “Well, I don’t usually walk around with a hardon, do I?”

“I wasn’t necessarily talking about your front side, Kevin, even though you fill that side out, too. No. I was talking about your ass. I’d give my left nut to have an ass like yours.”

“You know you can have it any time you want, Marty,” Kevin said seriously. “As often as you want, as hard as you want, as long as you want.”

“That isn’t exactly what I meant, but don’t tempt me, Kev. When it comes to sex, I hate having to decide between my two favourite options.”

“What’s to decide? You can come more than once a night, right? I know you can. I’ve seen you do it, remember? The only thing you’ll have to decide is which one you want first. My mouth or my ass.”

I could feel my cock pulsating and I could feel gobs of lube flowing through it and gathering in the slit at the tip. “What about you?”

I was actually asking him which he would prefer first but his response clearly told me that he had misunderstood my question. “Don’t worry about me, Marty. I’ll be enjoying it just as much as you.” He made an ‘O’ with his fingers and thumb, as if they were encircling a hard cock, and made a very familiar stroking movement with his arm.

“That wasn’t what I meant, Kev, but it hardly seems fair that all you get is a handjob.”

“It’s more than fair, Marty,” he replied as his fingers began to work furiously at the obstinate button again. “It’s what I’ve always wanted. Making you happy. That turns me on more than anything. Trust me, Marty. I won’t be left out of the fun. I’ll be having as much fun as you. Now, help me get out of this shit before I break something really important.”

My fingers rushed to assist. Within seconds, I realised that Kevin was more of a hindrance than a help and I pushed his hands out of the way. “Here, Kev. Let me do it, okay?” I told him.

Kevin was panting by this time. I tried to slip the fingers of my left hand into the waistband behind the button for leverage but there was surprisingly little room there. “Suck in your gut.” He sucked in his stomach and my fingers brushed against his belly fuzz poking out of the top of his jeans. “More,” I said and he sucked in even more. This time there was a loud gasp as my fingers slid into his jeans and settled into the nest of his soft pubic hairs. I don’t think he was quite used to being touched there yet.

With my fingers supporting the back of the button and my thumb holding the inside flap steady, my other hand grasped the corner of the outside flap and, with a bit of wrenching and prying, managed to force the soggy, stubborn buttonhole over the button and his jeans popped open. A few seconds later, the zipper had been pushed down to the bottom of its track and the flaps had been pushed apart exposing a pair of tight, teal-coloured Jockey briefs beneath. The last time I’d seen Kevin in his underwear, he was wearing the same type of plain, white Y-fronts that I was wearing. Now he’d gone futuristic while I was still stuck in the Stone Age as far as underwear was concerned. I’d never seen a man wearing them except in department store catalogues or on mannequins. I didn’t quite feel comfortable wearing them.

My thumbs had moved to Kevin’s hips. They slid beneath the waterlogged denim and shoved down, dragging Kevin’s briefs down at the same time until his pubic bush and the base of his cock came into view. For some strange reason, though, Kevin grappled at the elastic of his underwear and pulled them back up.

I ignored his actions and continued pushing his jeans over his hips and butt, then down his thighs and past his knees. Kevin balanced himself with a hand on my shoulder and used his feet to work the jeans down the rest of the way and off completely, kicking them aside when his feet were free. I dropped to one knee in front of him and planted my palms on his cotton -covered hips as Kevin quickly shoved his hand down the front of his underwear and pulled his rapidly-swelling cock up and to the right where it made a thick, fleshy arrow pointing directly at his hipbone. His two egg-sized balls lay cradled beneath the inflated shaft in all their magnificent splendour.

It was fascinating, seeing his cock so up close like that, so much like my own dick, yet so different. I don’t think there’s a man alive who didn’t develop a fascination with his dick at a very young age and wanted to get their heads as close as possible to it. A few men are limber and supple enough to get up close and personal with it, looking at it eye-to-eye as it were, and some are even lucky enough to be able to stuff the head in their mouths and suck it themselves. As far as I’m concerned, any man who says he never wanted to be able to suck his own dick is a liar. God knows I tried and failed dismally. The closest I ever got was dangling myself off the bed with my shoulders on the floor and my calves on the Mattress and shoot my load on my face and in my mouth (if I was lucky enough to aim correctly). And not many men get the chance to get as close to one as I was and be able to do all the things to it that they’d like to do with their own. So, I considered myself a very lucky man. Here was one close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from it and smell the manly moistness of it and I could do pretty-much anything that I wanted to do with it. It was a dream come true for me

I forgot all about the hot shower raining over me and focused my attention on the spectacle standing there in front of me. The water cascaded over Kevin’s smooth, muscular chest and stomach, saturating the underwear which was now the only piece of clothing keeping him from being as naked as I was. Free of the confining jeans, his cock raced to balloon like the Goodyear Blimp being pumped up for action. In mere seconds it was fully engorged and throbbing with every beat of his heart. His balls seemed to be swimming in the cup of his bluish-green briefs, the outlines of them appearing to float in the rivulets of water flowing over them and falling away from them in tiny waterfalls and splashing with a wet, soft, hollow thrum against the hollow floor of the tub.

My hand was drawn to Kevin’s still-hidden shaft, the heel and palm settling against the pulsating shaft with my fingertips coming to rest upon the solid and prominent ridge of his trembling cockhead. The fingertips of my other hand took the down elevator to wriggle beneath his balls to tease and tantalise them in their waterlogged cage. Kevin’s reaction was immediate. He sucked in a deep breath which expanded his chest to dangerous levels and he drew in his stomach at the same time which made his already more-than-ample crotch even more ample than before. He latched on to my shoulders with both hands, his fingernails digging into my flesh as he began a series of short, anxious, panting breaths. His cock began doing acrobatics beneath my hand and his balls did a tarantella on my fingers.

“Oh, Marty,” he breathed in a whisper which almost became lost in the spray. He murmured something else which sounded like, “So good.”

I toyed with Kevin’s crotch for a minute or two before moving my fingers back to his hips and beneath the elastic waist of his underwear covering his butt. I carefully began to push them down, my fingers sliding them over the solid, hairless, twitching cheeks of his ass, and then moving my hands around to the front. I carefully wrapped one hand around his turgid cock. I could feel it bouncing and dancing energetically in my gentle grasp. My other hand moved to lift the elastic waistband out and down where I let it settle into place against his cock a few thumb widths north of his balls. With his cock now free from injury, I released it.

As soon as it was extricated from its cottony cage, Kevin’s cock jumped out and up, standing at absolute attention and parallel to his abdomen where it continued to twitch and palpitate. I’d never seen my friend as excited as I did that evening. I swear I could see the blood coursing through the veins. It sent a new rush of exhilaration into my own groin and a shiver of excitement exploded up my spine with the speed of a bolt of lightning. I could feel a fresh glob of lube flushing through my cock tube and out the tip. I glanced down in time to watch it ooze out of my cock and gather in the well made by the slit before overflowing and dangling on a silvery strand of juices before being washed away by the shower spray. When it was lost in the whirlpools swirling in the bottom of the tub, I returned my attention to the cock in front of me.

I shoved the sodden underwear further down his thighs until gravity took over in and they fell in a heap at his feet. I vaguely recall Kevin stepping out of them and kicking them aside to join his discarded jeans. He was now standing there beautifully naked in front of me. My hands moved back up to his waist again, my left hand turning palm-upward to nestle Kevin’s tender testicles which, in the heat of the shower, now hung loose and low despite his excitement. My other hand wrapped itself around Kevin’s tool once again, the fingers and thumb firmly encircling the shaft and squeezing its base before sliding up it until they encountered the flared, pulsating ridge of his silky smooth cockhead.

Kevin dug his fingers even deeper into my shoulders. His entire body began to quiver and quake. His breaths came in harsh, ecstatic gasps, keeping tempo with each spasm of his body. “Oh, Marty,” he repeated in another harsh, breathy whisper.

And I’d barely done anything yet.

To Be Concluded​

 

[Kyanimal]

WOWF! (Wow+Woof!) Raging testosterone as it's Height (literally)! Awesomely, intimately, described, Neil!

But, there's more to it than just "that"! As tremendous as it is, there are even more deeper feelings/meanings!

I'm liking this ... a LOT!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
I think Chaz was pretty succinct and accurate in his surmisal.

The deep love and caring Marty and Kevin have for one another is palpable.
Each waiting for the other to initiate - Kevin afraid that he will PUSH too hard, Marty bashful and not sure how to ask.

Ain't it a kick in the seat of the pants, and occasionally the balls?

The scene was so real. From adolescent horseplay to silent heat, to off-handed yet sincere as far as it goes statements of happiness, to the awkward, wait a minute, I know you, there's a whole lot there that ain't being said, to it works both ways, my friend cum lover, to getting past all of the angst and timerity and into the meat of the matter.

Marty, you're down there, touching Kevin, seeing him up close, smelling him.
Take him into yourself. Give him the head job you love from him.
Let him know you don't want him to settle for anything less than all of you.

But, I guess we have to wait for next Monday - you're killin' us here, Neil!

The "steamy shower scene" certainly is but, as Chaz said, it's what is underneath all that searing heat of sex coming unchained that is the important thing. The absolute love for one another, and wanting nothing more than to make the other as happy and well-loved as is humanly possible.

Thank you.

 

[wyndhampaul]

Dreamily beautiful

 

[gsdx]

I'll be updating a new segment each Monday, but I won't be posting the updates in the 'GSDX Stories' thread (unless the schedule changes). Just check here on Monday for the new update.

Enjoy, and take care.
Neil​

BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3C​

I hadn’t planned on being in that position. If it hadn’t been for Kevin’s fumbling fingers and the stubborn button of his jeans, I’m sure our positions would have been reversed with Kevin on his knees in front of me and my cock buried down his throat. Or maybe he would have been bent over at the waist and my cock buried to the pubes up his ass. Instead, I was the one on my knees with my friend’s hard cock bouncing around in one hand and his balls bouncing around in the other.

I gave his nuts a gentle squeeze and his cock a few teasing strokes. Kevin’s reaction was immediate. A long, loud groan escaped his lips and his hips began to piston his cock into my fist. With some effort, I managed to match his pelvic thrusts but in the opposite direction. I was stroking toward him as he was pumping his hips toward me. In effect, he was using my hand to jerk off with.

“Oh, Marty,” he moaned, “that feels so fuckin’ good!”

“If you think that feels good, wait‘l you see what this mouth can do. I’ve been practicing with bananas.”

This time Kevin’s reaction was totally unexpected. It left me completely discombobulated. As I opened my mouth and began to lean forward, his hands, which had been holding onto my shoulders so tightly, suddenly shifted to the front and were pushing me away. “No, Marty,” he said with a voice full of urgency and trepidation. “Please don’t do that.”

I looked up at his face. He didn’t look angry and that left me more confused than ever.

“Please,” he said, “just jerk it.”

“I really don’t mind sucking it, Kev.”

“I know, Marty, but I just want you to jerk it, okay? Please?”

“But. . .”

Kevin cut me off. “Please, Marty! Just jerk it!” He grabbed my hand which was still holding tightly to the base of his cock. He squeezed it tighter and moved it up the shaft to the head and back down. After a few more round trips, he released my hand and left me to handle the job myself. “Yes-s-s-s-s,” he murmured softly as he returned his hand to my shoulder. “That’s it. That’s so good.”

I couldn’t understand why Kevin would turn down a blowjob for a handjob unless he still thought that I was willing to blow him because that’s what I was expected to do and not really because I wanted to do it. At any rate, if he wanted me to jerk him off that day, then that’s what I would do. I resigned myself to my task and set out to give him the best handjob I could. It felt so familiar yet so unfamiliar at the same time. I mean, it was like jerking myself off from the front. The hand position was the same, and the movements were the same, except they felt backwards. I would never have thought that something as simple as giving a handjob could be so exciting and, if I might say, so damned erotic.

I have to admit that it was more fun than I expected it would be and I truly came to enjoy doing it. My pecker agreed. It seemed that Kevin was genuinely enjoying it even more than I was. If he was faking it, he was doing a damned good job at it. I might as well have been blowing him for all the moaning and groaning and twitching and gyrating he was doing. His hips continued to drive his cock in counterpoint to my stroking hand. But, as I was saying, I really started to enjoy jerking on Kevin’s cock. I’d always enjoyed whacking my own dick and indulged in it even after I got married. Still, if I had a choice, I’d take a blowjob. Especially Kevin’s. The things he could do with his lips and teeth and tongue and throat. Yup. I’d take one of Kevin’s blowjobs to jerking off any old day. But this was a lot of fun, too.

“Faster, Marty.” Kevin’s soft but urgent voice bounced dully off the tile walls of the tub enclosure and brought my wandering mind back to the task at hand. “I’m getting close.” I picked up the pace as requested and started to do all the things to my friend’s dick and balls that I like doing to my own. I may have been a useless novice at blowjobs, but jerking off I could do. . . and do it well. I’d had a lot of years to practice.

Instinct took over and I knelt there at Kevin’s feet pretending I was jerking myself off. It worked. I somehow knew how fast to go, when to speed up, when to slow down, when to squeeze tighter, when to relax my grip. . . . You know the drill.

I must have been doing it right. Kevin’s entire body slowly turned into sex from the tips of his pedicured toenails to the neatly-trimmed hair on top of his head. Every twitch and jerk. Every moan and groan. Every shiver and quiver. Every sigh and gasp. Kevin became one giant orgasm just waiting to happen and he helped by humping his hips to meet my fist. I’d never thought of my hand as something someone could fuck before, but Kevin was doing it. Half the effort - twice the fun.

My mind flew back to that first time on the banks of the pond so long ago. Kevin and I were both still naked following our skinny dip and I was sprawled flat on my back in the grass with Kevin straddling my chest. I had watched helplessly as he suddenly grabbed his steel-hard cock in his hand and whacked himself to an explosive orgasm which splattered my face with astounding amounts of his semen, and I suddenly realised that it was going to happen again. I had been the cause of it way back then and I was going to be the cause this time, too. . . in more ways than one.

As Kevin’s gyrations and vocal orchestrations increased, so did my handiwork. My own cock hadn’t lost a bit of its tumescence. If anything, it had increased more than I could have thought possible. It danced in my lap in tempo with my rapidly-beating heart and Kevin’s quivering body. Each fed the other. Slippery lube flowed freely through my prick now and tingles of excitement spread throughout my groin. I couldn’t believe how close I was to my own orgasm without anything even touching it - all because of what I was doing for Kevin.

I could sense his gravity, his need, and I redoubled my efforts. The seconds passed quickly and Kevin’s orgasm drew closer and closer with each second that passed. I mentally ticked of the warning signs of ultimate eruption - tensing muscles, increased convulsions, full-body jerks, rapid breaths, nasal inhalations, stage-whisper exhalations, clenching hands, head tilting back, toes curling up, moans and groans turning into grunts and whimpers, chest heaving, balls and stomach contracting, cock palpitating and pulsating, lips coming apart, teeth clenching. . . and then one final, extended wail of exertion and release.

Kevin’s cockhead expanded until it became glassy smooth. The slit at the tip pulsated several times. I automatically leaned forward a bit, let my jaw drop slightly, slowed my jerking and tilted the spasming cock directly at my face in anticipation of the imminent detonation. I didn’t have to wait long for it to happen.

For the first time since that first time at the pond, I was able to watch Kevin cumming from a very close range, and it excited me to know that I was probably the only person in the world who had ever seen him blow his load. My aim was true. The first two blasts of cum torpedoed straight into my mouth and onto my tongue and I clamped my lips shut to seal the taste and texture within my mouth as Kevin’s howl of orgasmic bliss filled the small bathroom. The rest of the blasts pummel my face, coating my skin in rich, creamy, pearlescent man juice as I cherished and savoured the mouthful I had succeeded in capturing. It was the very essence of Kevin. It was, in essence, his very life. It was pungent and creamy thick, salty and sweetly sour, but, more than anything, it was Kevin, and I was the only person in the whole world who had tasted him. And, as his eruptions slowly subsided, when I’d enjoyed his cum offering to its fullest, I swallowed it.

I knelt there for a minute or so more, milking the remaining fluids from his cock and licking them off as they appeared. The shower raining down on me washed the rest of Kevin’s fluids from my face. Kevin’s climax slowly subsided and he relaxed heavily against my shoulders. He may have been coming down from his orgasm, but his cock didn’t. It remained as rigid as ever in my hand.

I became acutely aware of my own needs. I felt as though I would explode if I didn’t cum soon. Still, I stayed where I was, gently caressing Kevin’s cock and trying to decide if I wanted Kevin to suck me off or to have him let me fuck him first. Both were tempting. In the end, though, Kevin made the decision for me. He pulled himself away from me and turned to face the wall opposite the faucets and showerhead. He bent over at the waist and spread his feet wide and firmly planted his hands on either side of the tub as I rose to my feet. There was no question as to what he wanted me to do now.

(Now, before you start ragging on me about the lack of protection here, you must remember it was a different time then. People didn’t use condoms unless they were trying to keep from making a baby. The concerns of today didn’t exist. We did things differently back then, okay? Okay. Back to the story.)

“We don’t have any lube,” I said anxiously as I positioned myself behind him.

“Don’t worry about it, Marty. If I know you, you’re leaking enough of it to lube your car.”

“Very funny, Kev,” I mocked him. “But seriously, maybe we should wait until we can buy some tomorrow.”

“Here,” he said as he straightened up and turned to face me, “give me the soap.”

I quickly grabbed the small bar of soap from the niche in the shower wall and handed it to my friend. He rubbed it vigorously between his palms for a few seconds then handed it back to me. I returned it to its holder as Kevin rubbed his palms together. Next thing I knew he was rubbing the lather over my cock. He grasped it with both hands, slicking it up from base to tip with several practised strokes of his hands. That alone was almost enough to make me bust my nuts but I somehow kept my cool and bit the inside of my cheek to distract me long enough for him to finish.

“There,” he said as he released my cock from his clutches and placed his slick on my waist and pulled me against him. Our chests pressed together and Kevin’s still-hard cock became trapped between our bellies right next to my own thumping cock. He wriggled his hips seductively causing a whole new wave of sensations into my groin. “Now, come on, big boy. Show me what you can do with that thing.”

“Are you sure the soap’s good enough?”

“Yes, Marty,” he said with a smile but there was a hint of exasperation slipping into his voice and it was mirrored in his eyes, “it’s good enough. You know what my asshole brother gave me for presents at Christmas and on my birthday?” When I shook my head ‘no’, Kevin explained: “He’d spit on his dick to slick it up for me before he slammed it home. That was my present, Marty. Spit. Every other time he’d fuck me dry. He liked to torture me that way. I think he did it to try and make me cry but I wouldn’t give him the pleasure. I hated it at first but I learned to like it when I started thinking about you doing it to me. I never told David, though. God knows what he would have shoved up there if I told him I liked it. Believe me, Marty, soap is a luxury.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you, Kev.”

“You won’t, Marty!” he replied with more than a hint of aggravation in his voice and face. “You can’t!” He caught himself and quickly brought himself under control. He continued much more calmly. “You won’t hurt me, Marty. Now remember - as hard as you want, okay? I can take it.” He gave me a peck on the lips and quickly resumed his bent-over position. His ass was enticing enough all wrapped up in his jeans. It was even more enticing all bare and taut and spread apart like that, ready and waiting. In the shadows of the plastic shower curtain, with the shower spray pummelling my back like thousands of tiny, massaging fingers, I could almost see his rosebud winking at me. Anticipating me. Enticing me. And my cock flexed in anticipation of it. I grasped it lightly, tilting it down slightly and aiming it at its target and getting ready to send it home.

Still, I had my reservations and that made me hesitate. The last time we’d done this we had proper lubrication. It had been relatively easy and painless for both of us. I still wasn’t convinced that soap was going to be up to snuff and the last thing I wanted was to be the cause of my friend’s unnecessary pain and discomfort. His brother might have treated him like a piece of shit and fuck him raw, but there was no way I was going to as well, no matter what Kevin said about actually enjoying it. He’d already admitted time and time again that he would do anything for me. I couldn’t get it out of my mind that this was just another one of those things that he’d suffer through for my benefit.

I must have lingered too long because Kevin looked over his left shoulder to see what was going on behind him. “Are you sure this soap is going to be enough, Kev?” I asked. “I really don’t want to hurt you.” I was expecting an impatient response from him, but certainly not the one I got.

Kevin put all his weight on his right arm and twisted his upper torso around to confront me. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Marty!” he said loudly. “I’m tired of you treating me like some pansy-assed glass doll wuss who’ll shatter into little pieces every time you touch me! In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a fully-grown man with a fully-grown ass that can handle anything you can throw at it! Now, if you’re going to fuck me, then shove that fuckin’ thing in me and start fuckin’! If you’re too freakin’ scared of breakin’ me, then let’s just forget the whole thing! Fuck, Marty! I’ve had better dates with a fuckin’ zucchini!”

I was stunned. Completely, undeniably shocked. How could Kevin speak to me that way when all I was doing was looking out for his comfort and well-being? For the first time in my life, I felt hatred toward my best friend. How could he do that to me? And why?

I simply didn’t get it.

To Be Concluded​

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
Wow.

An intense hand job - I'm not quite sure why Kevin wouldn't let Marty give him head, either, but I guess that will come with time.

Then, the exasperation extraordinaire!
Kevin is Sooo ready to feel Marty inside him, and Marty's Soooo afraid of hurting him. A little hard slap wake up psychology?

But, Marty isn't feeling the love, all of a sudden. Hatred? That's a strong word and even stronger emotion. Intense love can trigger other intense feelings.

I get the sense that Marty is feeling more than a bit of bewilderment.
I hope it doesn't take too long for him to come to understand what Kevin is really telling him.

Better dates with a zucchini? Ouch! Both for Kevin on the receiving end of the Zucchini, and Marty for being compared so unfavourably to a vegetable, lol.

You are having a grand time torturing us, having us live all of the painful angst our guys suffer through on their journey of discovery and becoming one.

Thanks, Neil, for all of the time and effort you put out there for us.

 

[kvca79]

Long time lurker, long time reader. I must say that I personally prefer the original story. I've always been drawn to tragic stories, songs, poems, plays, etc. I find the emotion to be so much more intense and even palpable, if that makes any sense at all.

That said, I've been following the re-do and am enjoying it. I got a job and fell off the train of Brad and Ted's adventures a good long while ago, but I've been catching up with that as well. Kudos on the captivating writing.... (Like you've never heard THAT before. hehe)

 

[DonQuixote]

KVCA,
Welcome to the "light", aka Posting, side of JUB and the story board.

It's always great to have people leave a post. Makes us more of a "reading club" and extended family over time.