Best Buddies Play Hard Redux (with a new ending)

[sheep]

Neil, It's nice to see you haven't lost your touch. Neither have I

 

[gsdx]

BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3D​

My initial shock quickly turned into confusion and my confusion was now beginning to turn into outrage and resentment over the way Kevin was talking to me. I could feel my jaws clenching and my skin tightening. I could feel my anger crawling all over my skin like ants at a picnic as I stared at him.

“What’s the matter, Marty?” he continued when I didn’t respond. “You really afraid you’ll hurt me or are you just scared you’re not man enough to fuck my ass the way a real man can fuck it? Or maybe you think you’re man enough but you’re afraid I might ask if I can fuck you the same way. Is that it, Marty? Huh? Or is it because you’re scared you’ll start enjoying fuckin’ my ass more than you like fuckin’ your wife and you’ll turn into a full-fledged card-carryin’ queer like me? Is that it, Marty? You afraid of becoming a fuckin’ cock-cravin’ sissy man like me? Or maybe you already are and you’re not man enough to admit it. That’s it, isn’t it? Huh, Marty? Am I right?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I took a step backwards. I didn’t even try to hide the fury I was feeling. It all came out in my voice, both in volume and in tone. “What in hell’s got into you, Kevin!?”

“Sure isn’t you, Marty!” He glanced down at my cock with what I can describe only as scorn and ridicule. I was surprised that my dick was still rock solid. It seemed to have been locked into that condition. “I’m beginning to think you don’t even want to fuck me anymore, like you’re afraid your cock isn’t big enough to satisfy me! A few minutes ago you couldn’t wait to get to get your dick in my ass and now you’re makin’ all kinds of excuses not to do it. Is that it, Marty? You think your dick will be a big fat disappointment to me? You think your prick isn’t big enough to satisfy me?”

I had no idea where he was coming from, and I couldn’t understand his motives, but I lost it. My entire body went tense and I was clenching my jaws so hard I thought I would break a few teeth. Something snapped in me. I had never felt such outrage towards Kevin in my life and I had never felt such an overpowering need to vindicate myself. I wanted to make Kevin regret talking to me that way after all I had done for him.

“You fuckin’ bastard!” I shouted. “I’ll show you what a real man can do!” I grabbed my cock tightly in my right hand and dug the fingers of my left hand into his hip to hold him fast. I charged forward, shoving my cockhead between Kevin’s quivering ass. In less than a few breaths, the tip of my cock had found the entrance to Kevin’s ass. I could feel it clenching tight as if preventing my admission, but I was determined to teach him not to ridicule me the way he did. I would show him who was man enough to lay a real fuck into him. I would prove to him that I was secure enough in my manhood fuck his ass like a man and go back home to all happy and lovey and straight with my wife. I’d show him what a real man could do. I’d show him!

With an animal roar of superiority and strength, I let go of my cock and latched onto his other hip for more balance. Then I slammed it my cock all the way home in one swift, determined thrust. I watched as it slid inside and disappeared between the cheeks of Kevin’s ass until he was impaled on my cock. It was buried inside him right up to my short and curlies. My balls banged into his upper ball sack with a wet slap of flesh on flesh. It was all very satisfying. My vengeance had begun.

My howl of triumph over Kevin filled the room, but I had expected another sound to add to mine: that of Kevin’s agonised shriek of pain. I looked up. He was still looking at me over his left shoulder. There was no expected grimace of tortuous agony. No gnashing of teeth. No eyes and jaws clenched in misery. There was none of that. Instead, I saw only what looked to be an odd, infuriating, self-congratulatory sneer. Just as he had done to his brother, Kevin wasn’t going to give me the satisfaction of admitting my authority over him. He was pretending that he hadn’t been beaten. He had challenged me and I had risen to the task. Still, he was not about to admit defeat. He wasn’t about to give me the satisfaction of knowing that I had won.

He calmly turned his back to me and braced himself against the sides of the tub again. My contempt for Kevin clicked up another notch or two.

On one hand, I was tempted to just pull out of his ass, get the hell out of the tub, get dressed, get back in my car, and head home, leaving Kevin and his sorry ass at the motel to fend for himself. On the other hand, I wanted to stay at least long enough to teach him a lesson. And since he owed me an orgasm, and since I was more than ready to have one, I decided to stay and prove to him that I was man enough to fuck the hell out of his asshole until I had it.

I dug my fingers into his flesh for leverage, pulled my hips back until only the head of my prick remained inside him then pounded it all the way back in as if my pelvis had been propelled by a rocket launcher. Kevin let out some sort of yelp as his skull smacked into the tile wall, but I didn’t give a shit. As much as he had hurt me with his words, it felt good to make him hurt a little bit, too. As I started to pull back out for another assault on his ass, Kevin dropped to his elbows on the end of the tub to brace himself, crossing his forearms and ducking his head into them for protection. I rammed my cock back into him as hard as I could and was rewarded with a loud, exhaled snarl from Kevin. “Serves you right, you fuckin’ bastard,” I thought to myself. “I’ll teach you to call me a sissy boy.”

In and out and then in and out again, and each time my pounding pelvis elicited a grunt from Kevin. There were only about two minutes of pile driving ass fucking before I noticed that each of Kevin’s grunts was accompanied by a long, loud sigh of blissful satisfaction. There was no mistaking that sound. I had made it often enough myself. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that Kevin was enjoying getting fucked that way. It suddenly dawned on me that I might not even be hurting him as I had hoped - at least not in the way I had intended to hurt him. The little bastard was actually enjoying it!

I froze, puffing and panting from exertion. My hands still gripped Kevin’s hips and my cock was buried to the hilt in his ass. My wrath was turning into confusion once again. Kevin was supposed to be crying in agony. He was supposed to be begging me for mercy. He was supposed to be pleading for me to stop. He wasn’t supposed to be getting off on it. My mind worked furiously to try to figure it out.

“Marty? Are you okay?” Kevin’s soft, concerned voice brought me out of my imaginings. I looked up blankly to find him looking over his shoulder at me. “Are you okay?” he asked again. His face was filled with genuine concern.

“What in hell’s. . . goin’ on here, . . . Kev?” I panted.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

His voice was so calm and relaxed. If I hadn’t been so confused, it might have infuriated me even more. “You’re actually. . . enjoying this, . . . aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. Very much. Why?”

“You’re not. . . supposed to be.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve been. . . trying to hurt you. You’re supposed to be. . . in agony.”

“I know.”

“Then how can you. . . be enjoying it?”

“Because it’s what I’ve been dreaming about for years. Cop a feel of my dick if you don’t believe me, Marty.”

I quickly bent low, my chest close to his back, and reached beneath him. My hand encountered his cock, as hard and raring to go as ever I had known it to be. I pushed myself back upright, my cock still buried to the pubes in Kevin’s ass. “Holy, shit,” I mumbled.

“Could I be that hard if I wasn’t enjoying it?”

It was the fuck he was enjoying, not the pain I was causing him. “But why. . . how. . .”

“Marty,” he interrupted, “just answer one question for me, okay? Were you enjoying it, too? And be honest.”

I hesitated as long as I could before answering as I contemplated his question but, in the end, I couldn’t deny to myself that it was the best fuck I’d ever had in my life. So good, in fact, that, even in my anger and confusion, I couldn’t believe that I still had one of the most intense hardons I’d ever had in my entire life. And it was all because Kevin was giving me the chance to do something that perhaps I had always wanted to do - give a good, hard fucking. God knows I had fantasised about it often enough.

And, suddenly, everything became clear to me. I don’t remember ever mentioning that particular fantasy to my friend, but it seemed that he had shared the same one except that, in his dreams, I was there with him and he was on the receiving end of it. As I recalled the previous few minutes – those few minute when had thought that our friendship was over - it became clear to me that Kevin had been goading me into giving him what he truly wanted without even knowing that it was exactly what I had wanted as well. I had genuinely been terrified of hurting him, but it was obvious to me now that what he had said to me had been true - that there really wasn’t anything I could do to him that would hurt him, because I knew I wouldn’t allow it to happen.

Sure, Kevin would tolerate it, even delight and thrive in it simply because it was me, but it was more than that. In his mind, it was I who was doing it all to him, and, in his mind, I had replaced his brother’s rape and abuse and contempt with my love and caring. We were doing the same things, but for very different reasons. And Kevin loved me enough and cared about me enough to allow it to happen. Very few people find such devotion in a friend. That’s why he had said all those things he had said to me. He had taken a big chance, gambled everything, to get me angry enough to do it. And then I thought of that weird, infuriating, self-congratulatory sneer from a few minutes earlier. It hadn’t been what I had thought it was at all. I was now convinced that, with that look, Kevin had been telling me, “Thank you.”

When I finally admitted it to myself, it knew it would be easy to admit it to Kevin.

“Marty?” Kevin’s voice jerked me back to the present.

“Huh?”

“Were you enjoying it, too?”

“Oh, yeah,” I wheezed. “I loved it. It’s a dream come true for me.”

“Then for both our sakes get back to it and don’t hold anything back.”

“Okay, but if I. . .”

“Marty!” he laughed. “Just shut your gob and fuck me the way you were fucking me before I have to go looking for a goddamned zucchini!”

With that, Kevin turned around again to brace himself and I renewed my hip pumping, but at a lesser intensity than before. My fucking was fuelled by good feelings now and not by anger and disdain. After a few tentative lunges, however, my hormones and my fantasies collided somewhere in my brain and the explosion went straight to my cock and balls. Within a minute or so, I had unconsciously moved my hands to Kevin’s back, to his lower rib cage, for support and leverage as I leaned over him and let my body go. This time, however, I listened more carefully to Kevin’s grunts and gasps of ecstasy and fed off them. I soon discovered that the harder I pounded his ass, the louder Kevin groaned. I derived great pleasure knowing I was making him so happy and giving him so much sexual satisfaction. His sounds of rapture and his squeezing ass muscles urged me to work even harder to gratify him. In turn, my euphoria increased. It was a vicious circle of pleasure shared. The better I made him feel, the better he made me feel.

It was reciprocal heavenly bliss.

Before long, Kevin’s sighs had been abandoned and were replaced with a guttural “Yes!” with each impaling drive of my hips. With each thrust, his ‘yeses’ became louder and louder until they were just as loud as each grunting ‘uhnnn’ I made. Giving pleasure came naturally to both of us and it was oh so good. I was never one for believing in kismet and serendipity, but I was starting to believe in them now. Kevin and I, it seems, were destined to be together like this, to do things with each other that we would never do with anyone else.

Time abandoned me. The only thing I was aware of was the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of Kevin’s body and the heat and the tightness which surrounded it. The sounds of our sex and the rain-like shower spray pounding on us and around us, echoing around the bathroom, added to our sexual intensity. Nothing else existed. There were no thoughts for anybody nor anything else. Just Kevin and me and his ass and my dick. Doing what only two men can do together. What had appeared to be inescapable disaster only minutes before had turned into the wildest sex of our lives. At that moment, there was nowhere else I wanted to be, nothing else I wanted to be doing, and nobody else that I wanted to be doing it with. I was beyond happy.

“Oh, God, Marty,” Kevin’s urgent voice punctured my thoughts. “I’m going to cum!”

Kevin’s arms were still folded in front of him on the far rim of the tub. He wasn’t touching himself and I wasn’t touching him either. He was going to have an orgasm solely from my fucking him. I felt such a feeling of accomplishment, but I didn’t have much time to feel it. I had other more important concerns to worry about.

“I’m almost there,” I panted urgently. “Wait for me.”

“I’ll try,” he groaned. His right arm moved beneath him and froze. I can only guess that he’d grabbed his dick in his fist and was squeezing it in a vice grip to delay his climax as long as he could. This had the added effect of causing his ass muscles to contract, and the contracting muscles did unimaginable things to my cock and my body. You would have thought my ass was duct taped to the piston rod of an antique steam locomotive going at full throttle. I was a fucking machine and I was chugging down the tracks to Orgasm City.

Kevin, meanwhile, had tilted his head back. Even from my point of view I could see his brow furrowed in maximum effort. It was taking every ounce of his strength, every morsel of his concentration, to hold back his orgasm. The exertion caused his entire body to quiver as if he were standing naked in a blizzard. His regular chants of “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!”, originally uttered in tempo with my lunges, had changed to “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

I rushed to make my own orgasm happen but, in the end, I realised that I was still too far away. In fact, it was getting to the point where it was too much of a struggle for Kevin to form words. All his efforts were dedicated to waiting for me. All he was able to do was to make strained and forced noises which were impossible to describe with letters and words. Finally he cried out in a long, anguished, laborious cry which seemed full of regret, “Sorry, Marty! Can’t stop it anymore!”

“Go!” I shouted. “I’m there, buddy! I’m there!” I really wasn’t ‘there’, but I didn’t want to torture Kevin any longer by making him wait for me.

If Kevin’s ass muscles were making music on my magic flute when he was trying to prevent his climax, it played an entire symphony when he finally let things fly. When he started cumming, his ass clamped onto my cock with each orgasmic spasm. Every vocal “Uhn-n-n-n-n!” literally squeezed me to my own orgasm which approached with the speed of a runaway diesel locomotive on a downhill grade.

His body heaved beneath me and his ass pushed back against me, trying to suck my cock even deeper inside him. The wet slapping sounds of his ass cheeks against my thighs became the percussion section in our sexual symphony as we rushed toward the coda.

Kevin’s orgasm was intense. Even more intense than the one I’d given him only minutes before. And long. It seemed to go on forever. I could feel it through my dick. His ass clenched and sucked and swirled and twisted and jerked me, dragging me inexorably to my own release. It began just as his was finishing. There wasn’t really a final build-up to my orgasm. I seemed to have skipped a step or two in getting to the point of no return. Either that or Kevin’s ass had a built-in fast forward button and got me there in record time.

Kevin collapsed against the end of the tub, his head resting once again on his left arm, as his tense body went through the final moments of his climax. It was heaving furiously and his rib cage swelled with each deep and desperate breath as his hand slowly and lovingly squeezed the last remnants of his cream from his body.

As my friend wallowed in afterglow, all I could do was fall on top of him and wrap my arms around him, holding onto his heaving chest as if my life depended on it. My hips resumed their frantic pace as they pushed my dick into Kevin’s ass and pulled it back out again, only to repeat the process over and over again at an increasingly faster rate with each thrust. Despite the fact that Kevin’s orgasm was over, he continued to work his magic to make mine a reality. I don’t know how he did what he did that night, but I’ve never been able to make my ass do calisthenics like that, and it was those calisthenics which sent me into orgasmic orbit.

As far as orgasms go, I would have to rate this one very high up in the top ten. With my chest snuggled against my buddy’s back, I could feel my gasping lungs expanding and contracting against his soft, smooth, slick, and surprisingly hot skin. My hips went into spasm within his volcanic ass as it twitched and trembled and wrenched the cum right out of my balls. It siphoned my juice through my swollen cock tube to the slit at the tip and then catapulted it deep inside my buddy’s most secret place. I don’t know if Kevin could actually feel it splattering against his insides but he purred and sighed as if he could.

When I couldn’t cum anymore and Kevin couldn’t squeeze any more ball juice out of me with his ass muscles, I slumped against him chest to back with my arms dangling uselessly at his sides. My right cheek (the one on my face) nuzzled the back of Kevin’s neck while my slowly-wilting dick continued to nuzzle his insides. Kevin didn’t seem to mind it being there and I was too wiped out to expend what little energy I had left trying to pull it back out, so I just left it there.

“I knew if I pushed enough of your buttons,” Kevin said softly after a time, “I’d find one that would shift you into a high gear. Who knew I’d find one that would shift you into overdrive?”

“I didn’t even know I had an overdrive.”

There was silence for a few panting breaths, and then, “Marty?”

“Yeah, Kev?”

“Don’t forget you have it, okay?”

Yeah, right. Like I’d ever be able to forget what we did that night.

To Be Concluded​

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
I wondered if that wasn't what Kevin was up to.

What an orgasmic delight.
I'm breathing hard just from reading the story.

I'm in a public place at the moment, or I'd be doing a whole lot more.

Wow. Breathless.
Damned near speechless.

 

[Kyanimal]

WOW!!! Just ... Fucking ... WOW!!!

You've "touched" me, Neil! Over so many miles ... You've "touched" me!! AWESOME!! THANK YOU!!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[gsdx]

You've "touched" me, Neil! Over so many miles ... You've "touched" me!! AWESOME!! THANK YOU!!!

I take it from your "AWESOME!! THANK YOU!!!" that I didn't touch you in a particularly inappropriate place?

 

[Kyanimal]

I take it from your "AWESOME!! THANK YOU!!!" that I didn't touch you in a particularly inappropriate place?

HA! Oh, YES! Butt, You certainly DID! And, that's precisely my Point!! (DOWN!, now, "Animal"!!)

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[gsdx]

BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3E​

About forty minutes later, we were stuffing Kevin’s soaked and dripping clothing into a dryer at the local Laundromat. We had wrung out the jeans in the tub with Kevin twisting the waist one way and me twisting the pant legs the other way. We knew they wouldn’t dry hanging over the shower curtain bar so we called the motel office and the innkeeper directed us to a local Laundromat which was still open. I was wearing a pair of Kevin’s Jockey briefs. I had commented on them as we were getting dressed back at the motel and he’d handed me a forest green pair. They felt so different from the Y-fronts I was so used to wearing. When I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror back at the motel, I had to agree with Kevin that I looked damned good in them. In fact, they felt so good that I decided then and there that I was certainly going to invest in them and ditch my faithful fruit of the looms.

The place was empty when we got there and peeked through the windows which were situated to the left of the door. Just like the town in which it was situated, it was quite small. We entered and, as Kevin headed for one of the dryers, I glanced around. To the left of the door, several mismatched folding chairs sat in front of the windows. Two large metal ashtrays sat on the window sills. A closed, wooden door with a padlock on it was set into wall just beyond the windows. Four coin-operated washing machines extended from the door toward the back wall. Two huge dryers large enough to be a midway rides sat against the opposite wall. An Arborite counter for folding clothes, with a small, round sink set into it, sprouted from the wall just beyond the furthest dryer from the front door. An narrow passageway to the left allowed patrons to walk around it and stand behind it. Yet another ashtray sat on the counter near the sink. A short wooden bench sat in the middle of the floor facing the dryers. A banged-up metal garbage can sat on the floor at one end of the bench and a large pillar ashtray sat at the other end. A detergent dispenser was affixed to the wall between the dryer and the front door.

As I took a seat on the bench, Kevin tossed his sodden jeans and underwear into the dryer nearest the counter, popped a couple of quarters into the coin slot, and thumbed the slot forward. The dryer roared to life, spinning round and round and tumbling Kevin’s clothing into a swirling mass of indigo and teal. He turned to me, smiling. With a twitch of his head, he said, “Come with me.” He started to move toward the end of the counter.

“Why?”

“Never mind,” he replied with a wink. “Just come on.”

I stood up and followed him behind the counter, stopping when he stopped and turned to face me. Before I knew what he was doing, Kevin reached for the zipper of my jeans and had pushed it down to the bottom. “I owe you a blowjob, remember?” he said mischievously.

I pulled myself out of his clutches and stepped back a step, grabbing the zipper of my jeans and pulling it back up again. “Are you off your rocker, man!??” I said. “Right here in the wide open!??”

“C’mon, Marty, take a look around. It’s not very wide open.”

I held my hand out palm up to indicate the windows. “Anybody walking by can see us.”

“Correction: They’ll see you. Not me.”

“Yeah, well, I’m still not very keen on the idea.”

“Oh, loosen up, Marty.”

“I am loose, Kev!”

“Like hell you are,” he replied light-heartedly. “I could shove a lump of coal up your ass and I’d have a diamond in less than a week. Seriously, Marty, did you see a single person out on the street when we drove here? No, you didn’t. There’s nobody out there to pass by.” He turned a bit and put his hand on the countertop. “Besides, the counter’s high enough to hide anything I’ll be doing to you, and I promise I won’t pull your pants down. I won’t even open them all the way if you don’t want. I’ll just pull your dick out the zipper and suck you off that way. Anybody who might look in will think you’re. . . Here. Wait right here.”

Kevin sped around the counter and headed straight for the trash can. “Aha!” he exclaimed triumphantly as he bent down, reached into the can, and pulled out a discarded magazine and a newspaper. He hurried back to me. “Here,” he said as he slammed the paper and magazine on the countertop. “Just lean on the counter. If anyone happens to walk by and looks in, they’ll think you’re just reading.”

“And what if someone comes in to do their laundry?”

“Then I’ll tuck you in and zip you up and pretend I’m tying my shoe. Honestly, Marty. Didn’t you ever do anything adventurous like this?”

“Sure, but not with a guy.”

“And the difference would be. . . ?”

I opened my mouth to answer him and then realised that I didn’t have an answer to give him. I shut my mouth again. I could feel my shoulders slumping in defeat. It was then that I noticed that, despite my anxiety, I was well on my way to a hardon.

“I thought so,” Kevin said with a victorious smile. “Now, just relax, okay? Don’t worry about anything else except how good it feels” He dropped to his knees before me with his back to the counter. He reached out to grasp my hips in his hands and pulled me forward until my crotch mashed against his face. His mouth was open and I could feel it nibbling at my cock through my jeans and underwear. My brain was shouting “No! No! No!” but my cock was screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

My hands moved automatically to his head and I held it in place as I ground my hips and swirled my crotch against his handsome face. I don’t know whose moan was louder - his or mine. Kevin used his mouth and lips and tongue and teeth to work me over. I could feel the heat and moisture of his breath and, within only a minute or so, I could feel my jeans and briefs becoming damp. I could feel the tip of his nose dragging itself over my jeans and poking into skin beneath. Before I had to take them off and toss them into the dryer with Kevin’s clothes, my raging hormones took over and I slid my hands from his head to the waistband of my jeans and quickly undid the button as Kevin’s head retracted to give me room to work. I blamed Kevin’s magical mouth for driving me to such distraction and to take such a risk. And so, with my balls now ruling my brain with an iron fist, I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waist of my Jockeys, lifted it over my cock which was now raring to go. I tucked the elastic beneath my balls before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. I leaned my forearms on the countertop and began to pretend I was reading the newspaper in front of me as Kevin got busy.

We were barely halfway into the second movement of Kevin’s Blowjob Symphony in C Major when a body appeared in the window and reached for the door handle. “Shit! He’s coming in!” I croaked urgently as I stood up straight. My body went into panic mode.

As he had promised he would, Kevin swiftly and carefully tucked me back into my underwear and zipped me up as the door opened and an older gentleman walked inside. He was smiling widely. His expression changed quickly when he saw my reaction. I was trying not to move around too much as Kevin worked to get me ‘proper’. “Oh, sorry, my friend,” he continued as he walked toward the closed door near the washers. He held a large key ring with a lot of jangling keys on it and picked one. He began to unlock the door. “Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“S’okay,” I mumbled.

“I’m Harry,” he continued jovially. His smile had returned. “I own this place. Shuttin’ it down for the night before Johnny Carson comes on the idiot box.”

“Oh, I. . . um. . .” I pointed dumbly at the dryer.

He opened the wooden door and paused. “Don’t worry about that, my friend. Take your time. No rush. I’ll finish up here and come back to lock up after Carson’s over. Now, you go on reading your paper an’ don’t pay any attention to me. Just a few little chores fer me to do and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You. . . um. . .” I stammered. “You won’t. . . um. . . be coming back here, will you?”

“Not unless the sink’s full of cigarette butts again or there’s a mess on the floor back there.”

I quickly checked both place. There were two cigarette butts which had been crushed underfoot on the floor, but Kevin saw them, too, and swept them under the counter toe kick. “Nope,” I said. “Just the ashtray here.”

“The Chambers sisters weren’t in today, then. They’re nice old gals – spinsters they are. Own the big house in front of the population sign.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate a direction. “But boy-oh-boy-oh-boy, do they know how to talk! Stand around here for hours at a time smoking their extra-long menthols and tossing the butts in the sink and gossiping with anyone who will listen to them. They yap on and on about their newest heart medicines or their rheumatism or their widower neighbour, Mr. Prentice, who likes to vacuum in his underwear or the price of Q-tips or anything else they think can of. Honestly, those gals can talk the ears of a brass monkey. But don’t mind me. I’ll be out of here before you know it. You enjoy your smoke. I’ll be quiet as a mouse. You won’t even know I’m here.”

Harry disappeared through the open doorway and a light came on. I looked down at Kevin. He was sitting on the floor now with his back against the counter. “Might as well stay here until he leaves,” he whispered with a mischievous grin on his face, then calmly reached up with his right hand and planted it right over my crotch. “Ooo,” he said as he looked at his hand. “You’re still hard. Kinky.”

I slapped his hand away and he giggled. His hand soon found its way back to my crotch again and started rubbing it. I slapped at it again as Harry came back through the door with a cardboard box in his arms and headed toward the detergent dispenser. He immediately began talking again about something or other. I wasn’t paying attention. I was too busy trying not to get caught fighting off Kevin’s advances. He had me at an extreme disadvantage. There wasn’t much I could do without drawing attention to myself.

Harry continued with his chores, chattering away in a non-stop barrage of words as he talked about a fire which burned down half of a local garage and gas station (so much for not even knowing he was there), and I continued with my battle against Kevin’s shenanigans. Finally I managed to get his hand away from me long enough for me to clamp my own hand over my crotch. Denied of his prize, Kevin did the next best thing - he fastened his hand over mine and forced me to rub myself. He let out a giggle so loud that I was afraid Harry would hear it, but he was too busy talking and making his own noise to even notice what was going on behind the counter.

I looked down at Kevin. He was looking up at me and grinning. I gave him my best scowl but all he did was grab my right butt cheek with his left hand, lift my hand away, and pull my crotch toward his face. With a large, exaggerated sniff, he inhaled my crotch smells. An enormous sigh of satisfaction soon followed and a look of pure bliss fell across his face. I swear, it was like he was sniffing the contents of a five-thousand dollar bottle of fine wine. Kevin looked up at me again, curled up one side of his lips into a half-smile, and winked. . . and then kissed my dick through my jeans.

I was helpless. There wasn’t much I could do except let my friend take the lead and hope he wouldn’t do anything that would either embarrass us or get us arrested. I have to admit that it was actually kind of fun once I got into it. Sort of like little kids sneaking around doing something they’re not supposed to be doing. I wouldn’t make a habit of it (I honestly feel I aged two years that night), but I discovered the appeal of Kevin’s ‘sense of adventure’. It reminded me of an earlier time when Sharon and I were dating. We spent enough time on Lookout Hill, necking and making out with the rest of our schoolmates, but there were also a few more risqué times in half-empty movie theatres or in the playground or city park after dark. Back then it was fun and daring. We were young and foolish. We sort of grew out of it after we were married, but it made me wonder what it might have been like with Kevin. Thinking about it gave me something to do other than pretend to be listening to Harry or reading the newspaper.

Harry went about his duties, filling the detergent dispenser, emptying the coin boxes on the washers and dryers, dumping the trash, and emptying the ashtrays (including the one the one I was using, which caused me more than a few moments of panic) into a large coffee tin and wiping them clean. Fortunately he didn’t notice anything unusual going on behind the counter, maybe because he was too busy telling me about the local high school track and field team and the star sprinter who just happened to be his grandson.

Kevin kept his cool, not getting carried away with what he was doing ‘down there’. He limited himself to a little nibbling and kissing, finger teasing and hand rubbing, but he left the zipper done up and didn’t really do anything which would make my reactions noticeable to Harry. So, I let my mind wander and gave Kevin free rein to do what he would with me. He certainly succeeded in keeping me primed and ready, making me wish Harry would hurry up and get the hell out of there. I was actually looking forward to it now.

“I said,” Harry’s voice pierced my thoughts, “are you from around here?”

“Huh? Oh. No. I’m from back east. I’m heading out west to help a friend of mine move.”

“Well, if you have time on your way back home, you should take an hour or two and visit our pioneer village. It’s a nice place and they can teach you how to churn butter by hand or shoe a horse or. . .”

And he was off again. If this was ‘not even knowing he was there’, I’d hate to be there with the Chambers sisters. I should imagine it would be much the same except in stereo instead of monaural.

He went on for another few minutes before coming out of the storage room with a large janitor’s mop in his hand. For a brief moment, I panicked. I had visions of him mopping his way behind the counter and finding Kevin sitting there in front of me and either kicking our asses out the door without Kevin’s drying jeans and underwear or calling the police on us and having us dragged off to jail. Instead, he leaned the mop against the window beside the door saying, “Well, that’s it for me, . . . er. . . I don’t think I caught your name.” He was standing at the front door, keys in hand and ready to leave.

“Marty.”

“Well, nice talking to you, Marty. When you leave, could you hit these two switches here. Don’t touch that one,” he said, pointing to a single switch near the wall. “I live right upstairs so I’ll come back to mop the floor and lock up after Johnny.” He glanced at his watch. “Oh, damn! He’s on in three minutes. ‘Night, Marty. Nice talkin’ to ya.”

“‘Night, Harry,” I replied as he rushed through the door and let it close slowly behind him.

I looked down at my friend. Kevin wasn’t wasting any more time. By the time the door had clicked shut, Kevin had unzipped my jeans, popped the waist button open, and pulled the flaps wide. He was speedy but careful and, within a few seconds, my pants and underwear were pushed down to mid thigh and my cock was pointed directly at Kevin’s face. It was close enough that I could feel Kevin’s breath blowing over my entire crotch. All I would have to do was to bend my knees a bit and it would be lined up with his mouth.

The palms of Kevin’s hands still grasped my thighs lightly, holding my jeans in place. He was staring at my dick, watching it bounce and twitch a few times. He drew in a deep breath through his nose and moaned his satisfaction in his exhale. His eyes turned upward to look catch my gaze, then his head fell back against the counter and his jaw dropped open. His mouth was ready for me. A single, slight nod told me to go ahead.

My hips pressed forward as I spread my knees and crouched slightly, lining up my anxious cockhead with Kevin’s gaping jaws. My palms were sweating and my heart was pounding. The taut skin of my dickhead pushed against Kevin’s upper lip and slid easily inside his mouth and over his tongue, stopping only when the tip of my dick poked against the entrance to his throat. A muffled ‘mmm-hmmm’ and a barely perceptible nod told me to continue. I did, and I didn’t stop until Kevin was wearing a pubic moustache. There wasn’t any more of my prick that I could push in. Another moan of satisfaction from Kevin tickled my cock and sent delightful tingles of excitement throughout my entire groin.

My pelvis took up a gentle push-and-pull motion, sliding my cock out to the inflated corona and back in again. After a few strokes, I would pause on the outstroke and let my friend work his magic on me until I wanted to feel it in his throat again. I was so into what was going on with my cock that I didn’t notice that Kevin’s hands had left my thighs. Looking down, I saw that his right arm was busy in a very familiar movement while his left hand was, I assume, diddling his danglers. He was jerking off.

I envied Kevin’s stamina, his ability to cum over twice as many times as I could in a single day and still be able to cum a few times more if there were more hours in a day. I used to be able to do that when I was a lot younger, but not anymore. Two or maybe three times a day and I’m done for. Sometimes I felt guilty not being able to keep up with him, knowing that I was ready for an after-sex cigarette and he’d barely got started. Different libidos, I suppose.

But there was nothing wrong with my libido there in the Laundromat. Sure, it was only my second orgasm that day, and the first had left me drained and exhausted for many long, luxurious minutes draped over Kevin’s broad back, and this one would probably have me dragging myself into bed later on, but it was always ‘quality over quantity’ for me, unlike Kevin who somehow managed both quality and quantity with the greatest of ease.

Life sucked sometimes, and that, coincidentally, was exactly what Kevin was doing at that particular moment, and I, for one, was particularly glad that he was.

To Be Concluded​

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
I'm a little late getting to this section of your finale.
I'm glad I got here, though.

Wow. What a fun loving guy our Kev-boy is.

The excitement of the danger of getting caught - there is a magic allure to that.

 

[Kyanimal]

LOVED It! What a BLAST! (Well, not quite yet, butt I'm sure that's cumming!)

Reminds me of the time that ... well ... this is your story ...

THANK YOU!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

P.S.
Really liked Harry, and the "small town" chatter!

 

[wyndhampaul]

Oh! I wish, I wish it was me! Thanks again, Neil

 

[sheep]

I've got something I need to do. I'll be back in a few minutes

 

[gsdx]

BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3F​

Kevin was lost in the blowjob. His eyes were closed in what I can only describe as heavenly rapture as his mouth and cheeks and tongue and lips worked at my meat. Further down, where I couldn’t really see, his arms worked vigorously as he pleased himself. I’m not so sure I could so freely jerk myself off like he was doing with him so close at hand, no matter how bad I wanted to cum, but Kevin didn’t seem to be bothered or embarrassed by doing it in my company. Yet another thing I envied about him. He wasn’t bogged down with my hang-ups.

With Kevin’s hands otherwise busy and not able to guide me, it was left to me to set the pace. My pelvic thrusts started long and slow, my cock sliding easily and effortlessly into Kevin’s throat. Before long, he began tilting his head from side to side when I was deep inside him. I could feel his throat muscles massaging my dickhead and shaft. At the same time, the stubble on his chin gently scraped and tickled my balls as his nose brushed across my pubes, sending even more thrills coursing through my crotch. I paused on the inward thrusts more than a few times and let Kevin tilt away at his leisure just so I could wallow in the exquisite feelings his throat and mouth and chin and nose gave to me. If Kevin taught me anything, it was that there was a lot more to giving a blowjob than merely sucking a cock. It was an art and Kevin was a Picasso. Me? I had barely graduated from finger painting.

I would have loved it to go on much longer, but, within minutes, Kevin was ready to blast. His jerking arm caused his entire body to bounce and his panting breath caused his cheeks to balloon out and his nostrils to spew their hot, exhaled breaths all over my lower belly. His grunts and moans raced to keep up with his stroking hand. I wavered in my thrusts and glanced down to see his brow furrowed and his eyes clenched shut in effort. I could also see my cock buried to this hilt inside him, and that, it appeared, was exactly where he wanted it to be. His arm worked furiously to bring him to the very best, most enjoyable climax it could manage to give him. I could easily imagine his hand working over his cock, literally pumping his cum to the surface of the well.

I watched Kevin’s orgasm in his face and felt it through my cock. Every contraction of his balls, every spurt of jism, every tantalising stroke of his hand on his cock, every feeling he was feeling was mirrored on his handsome, rugged face and echoed in his mouth. It made me feel as though I was experiencing it, too. It was a most wondrous feeling, truly magnificent – a feeling I would come to feel time and time again over the years. I came to think of them as orgasms that Kevin had for me.

I never really knew how much fun it was to watch another guy have an orgasm. It was mesmerising, enchanting, and extraordinarily erotic and electrifying. I could see in Kevin’s face and body what I might see if I were to watch myself having one. There wasn’t a part of his body that wasn’t involved. At least all the parts I could see. Even his ears wriggled and his eyebrows danced and the hair on his head vibrated. His legs, bent at the knees, spread apart more until they pressed against the insides of my legs and caused them to tremble as well.

I was so engrossed in the Kevin’s show that I barely noticed that it was over until he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at me. I had almost forgot about my turgid cock which was still lodged in the deep recesses of his throat. I was reminded of it only when Kevin scowled at me, vigorously shook his head to make sure he had my attention, and grumbled loudly to make me get going with my face fucking again. To make sure I hadn’t missed his message, his right hand abandoned his crotch long enough to latch on to my upper leg and get my hips moving again. With my body on autopilot again, Kevin’s hand returned to his crotch to do whatever he wanted it to do.

With my buddy’s need met, I focused my attention on my own desires and picked up the in/out rhythm again, exulting in the extreme gratification I was feeling. I’d felt great many, many times in my life, but there was no denying that I felt greater than great when Kevin’s mouth was involved. If his brother had accomplished anything in his sorry and sordid life, it was to teach Kevin to be a world-class cocksucker. He loved giving me blowjobs and I loved getting them. It was a match made in Heaven that took a hell of a long time to get here, but it was well worth the wait. And I was having a very spiritual moment that very minute.

I remember thinking about that as Kevin worked his magic on me, but then I became aware of a new sound, or should I say the new lack of sound. The dryer had shut off and the resulting silence was almost deafening. It was soon filled, however, with Kevin’s vigorous, intense sucking as well as the squishy, unmistakable, slapping sound of palm skin rubbing dick skin. The shaking counter I was leaning against was even more evidence that Kevin was jerking off again (or, perhaps, ‘still’).

That set me off, knowing that Kevin was getting off on me, and the pressure in my groin built rapidly from then on. I set my mind to the task of cumming as fast as I could. My friend sensed it, I’m sure, and kicked his mouth into a higher gear. He found a few more things to do with his lips and tongue, and his throat seemed to find a few more muscles to tantalise me with. Kevin’s euphoric whimpers added even more to the ecstasy going on in my crotch.

My thrusting, in turn, became more purposeful. There was only one objective now - for both of us. I was heading for my second orgasm of the night and Kevin, it appeared, was heading for his fourth. I didn’t feel cheated, though. Green with envy, maybe, but certainly not cheated. If Kevin could pop a load four times a day when I was content to pop two, then more power to him. Besides, his climaxes made mine feel even better. Fair trade if you ask me,

Within a few short minutes, I was at the point of no return and my nuts were ready to disgorge their contents deep into my buddy’s throat. He knew I was close. I could feel his shaking body pick up speed and intensity. The counter probably would have measured two point six on the Richter scale.

Before I knew it, my hips froze in the ‘pushed in’ position. I stood up straight and tipped my head backwards. My hands left the counter and grabbed the back of Kevin’s head, holding him securely in place. My pulled-up balls pushed against his chin and my belly and pubes mashed against his face from his top lip to his hairline. I could feel my cock recoiling a few times, gathering my ball juices into a liquid torpedo, and then I could feel the first explosion blast through my cock tube. Torpedo away.

I entwined my fingers in Kevin’s hair, afraid that I would fall down if I didn’t. Several more torpedoes followed the first and Kevin’s throat continued to make magic, but this time it was to swallow every single drop of jizz he could siphon out of me. I didn’t have to do anything, really. Kevin did it all for me. All I had to do was to hang on for the ride and hope I didn’t fall off. That left my mind free to concentrate on my groin and all of the geological and meteorological events that were going on down there, including a tidal surge and the proverbial spouting geyser. I made all the accompanying sound effects vocally, not even worried that they might cause Harry to come running to my rescue.

I wished it could have gone on forever, but not many wishes come true. This one didn’t, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable. In the end, I had to relinquish my grasp on Kevin’s head and grab hold of the counter again, falling against it just to keep myself on my feet. My body stopped moving as I slumped against the counter and my friend. From the urgent movements of his arm and body, I could tell that he was still working toward another climax. The least I could do was to give him a helping hand.

When I knew I could safely do so, I pulled away from him, feeling my withering dick slide over his tongue and out of his mouth. There was a disappointed slurp when it escaped his suctioning lips. Kevin had opened his eyes and was watching me as I carefully (if not wobbily) stepped to his side and dropped to my knees, cautions to avoid the cum splatters he had left on the linoleum-tiled floor. He had a firm grasp on his cock and his hand seemed reluctant to give it up, so I grabbed the hand that was playing with his balls, lifted it away, and replaced it with my own.

Kevin’s gaze was locked on mine. His lips were parted and his teeth were separated slightly. His breath came at me in small gusts and it smelt like me. There was such a dreamy, vacant look in his droopy eyes, but his face was lit with a pleasure that only another man can know.

His hand picked up its pace again. There was a serious urgency in his motions now. His face became flushed. It turned hard and strained with the effort and the energy he was expending. His bicep throbbed with every pump. His panting breath came harder and faster, drawing enormous amounts of air into his lungs and blowing it all back out again in gusty puffs that were powerful enough to ruffle my hair. He held my gaze, staring deeply into my eyes, for a number of increasingly intense strokes of his hand. And then, for the briefest of moments, his eyes flicked down to my lips. It wasn’t even a glance. It was more a flick of his eyes. When his eyes found mine again, his lips closed long enough for him to run the tip of his tongue between them to moisten them. It was enough to tell me what was on his mind, though, and I sprang into action.

I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even think about it. I tilted my head, opened my mouth, and leaned forward. My lips drew closer and closer to his and Kevin opened his own mouth before they nudged each other and pressed together. Less than a heartbeat later, there was some serious face sucking and tongue jousting going on.

His reaction was immediate. His free hand, the one that was busy tickling his balls until I took over for him, reached up and grabbed the hair on the back of my head, entangling his fingers in it and holding me fast, almost exactly as I had done to him a few minutes earlier. I don’t remember trying to pull his hair out by the roots, though. With his lips sealed against mine, I was afraid that he was going to suck the air right out of my lungs. Instead, he sucked the air in through his nostrils with a loud inhalation accompanied by a muffled, guttural croak and blew it back out through his mouth and into mine, making my cheeks puff out in the process. His tongue forced itself past our lips and duelled mine, swirling around and exploring every part of my mouth that it could reach.

He made me forget completely that I was in a coin wash in a small, unfamiliar town, kneeling behind the counter, and making out with my best friend.

The speed of his stroking hand increased exponentially with every passing second until it was flying faster than I thought was humanly possible. Even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel his body shaking. He was pulling his pud so hard that he pulled his balls out of my hand with every stroke. His whimpers sounded like he was in pain but I knew that couldn’t have been further from the truth. He couldn’t have been feeling better, and

I couldn’t have released his lip lock on me even if I had wanted to, at least without the possibility of losing a handful of hair in the process. He had me right where he wanted me and I wasn’t about let him let me get away from him.

His balls got a gentle tease every time they plopped into my palm with every stroke and I played tongue tag with Kevin whenever he gave his spelunking tongue a bit of a break from exploring my back molars. A few times, Kevin would stop sucking face and would suck on my tongue as if he was giving it a blowjob. It was during one of those pseudo blowjobs that his orgasm hit, and it was just as intense and energetic as the first one he’d had earlier in the bathroom back at the motel.

Kevin’s body went into spasm, bouncing and jerking like kernels in a popcorn popper. His balls pulled up tight and his chest pumped like a blacksmith’s bellows. He screamed inside my mouth so loudly that I could feel it. I could even smell it. I shared in his orgasm without having one of my own.

When it was finished, after Kevin released me from his clutches, I sat back on my heels as I watched him come down from orgasmic orbit. He looked so vulnerable then, so innocent, so much like the boy I had known before he moved out west with his family so many years ago. I studied his face as I waited. His eyes were closed but his mouth was partially opened as he sucked revitalising air into his heaving lungs. Eventually his eyes opened and his mouth curled up in a shy, hand-in-the-cookie-jar grin.

“Wow,” he gasped. “That was. . . a good one.”

“And messy,” I responded with an accusatory smirk as I nodded at the front of his T-shirt which was now coated and moistened with his splattered cream.

He looked down. “Aw, shit,” he exclaimed as his fingers and thumbs grabbed the material and lifted it away from his stomach and chest, and then he looked back at me. His grin grew even bigger and he said, “Cool.” He used the index finger of his right hand and used it to scoop up some of his jism and stick it in his mouth. “Cool!” he repeated wit a smack of his lips.

He pulled his shirt up, stuck out his tongue, and swiped it over a long string of cum as if he was licking up a large dollop of melted vanilla ice cream, lapping it up and smacking his lips again before going in for another sweep. I beat him to it, though, bending over slightly so I could slurp up a tasty helping for myself. We shared the rest, leaving Kevin with a spit-and-cum-damp T-shirt when we were finished.

“Should we pop it in a washer?” I asked.

“Nah,” Kevin said. “I’ll rinse it out back at the motel and drape it over the back of a chair. It should dry out enough overnight.” And then he turned his head to one side and looked up at the counter. “Oh, when did the dryer shut off?”

I looked up, too. “A while ago. I wasn’t really paying attention.”

Kevin looked back at me with a crafty, delightful, roguish grin on his face. “Neither was I. Maybe we had other things on our minds.”

“Funny,” I thought to myself, “that’s exactly what I was just thinking.”

Kevin spent a few short minutes in the motel bathroom rinsing out his T-shirt and wringing it out. I had already finished my nightly bathroom chores and was lying in bed one of the beds, waiting. I’d left my underwear on. We hadn’t even discussed whether we were going to share a bed or take one each so I wasn’t sure where Kevin was even going to sleep. The question was answered when he came into the room stark naked, dropped his clothes on the seat of the chair and draped the damp T-shirt over the back. Then, without a word, he turned out the light and climbed into bed with me, turning his back to me and moving into place beside me until his back was pressed against my side.

His free arm reached behind himself, locating my arm, grasping it, and pulling me toward him. I rolled onto my side and our bodies melded back to chest in spoon fashion. Kevin immediately started to giggle.

“What?” I asked of his shadowy form.

His voice came to me in the dark. “I think we know each other well enough and have done enough with each other that we can sleep together without underwear.”

“I wasn’t sure I would be able to control myself if I didn’t have them on and you decided to sleep with me.”

“And the problem with that would be. . . ?”

I thought for a few long moments, but I couldn’t think of what the problem would be so I took off my underwear and threw it in the general direction of where I thought the rest of my clothes were lying on the floor. My Jockeys fell to the floor with a muffled whisper and all thoughts of them were completely eliminated from my mind from that moment on. I settled back into place behind Kevin and rested my left hand on his shoulder. He snuggled back against me, skin-to-skin again, then reached for the hand on his shoulder and wrapped it around him, holding my palm flat against his chest.

That’s the way I fell asleep, but it wasn’t the way I woke up in the morning.

To Be Concluded​

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
What a wild ride - so much has happened in the past week, I forgot where we left off last Monday.

No slow work up here - wham bam suck 'n shuck, whoo weee baby!

A great read, my dear friend. A great read, indeed.

I do believe Marty is starting to loosen up a bit, lol.

I'm a bit more rigid than I was when I started reading this chapter, though.

 

[pe_gay89]

I'm really liking your conclusion so far, Neil. Everthing's going so well, it makes me wonder what will happen to cause the bumps on the road mentioned before.

 

[Kyanimal]

WOWF! THAT was Blissful!!

There is NOTHING quite like falling asleep, snuggled up to a naked Kev! Trust me on that one!

I think I'm looking forward to the "wake UP"! Then again ... I'm not exactly "sure"! Is it next Monday, yet??

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[sheep]

Cleanup in isle 3!

 

[gsdx]

I'm not 100% happy with this section but, after rewriting a lot of it twice, I finally got it to say what I needed it to say.

Hope you enjoy it.
Neil

* * * * * * * * * *

BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3G​

I remember that I had been dreaming about getting a blowjob, but it wasn’t a blowjob. I mean, I remember that my hard dick was in a mouth, but the mouth wasn’t doing anything. It was as though time had been suspended. It was a very pleasant dream to be completely honest and I was enjoying it very, very much. There came a point, though, during which the line between ‘asleep’ and ‘awake’ was muddy and murky. I couldn’t tell if I was awake and dreaming I was asleep or if I was asleep and dreaming I was awake. I was stuck somewhere in the middle.

Whether I was awake or asleep, I opened my eyes. The room looked like the motel room we’d rented with early morning sunlight peeping through the heavy, drawn curtains. As I lay there studying the dimly lighted room and trying to decide if it was real or imagined, my mind became more aware of the warm feeling in my groin. I also became aware that my body shaking rhythmically. Well, shaking might be the wrong word. More like ‘bouncing’. It took a few seconds of concentration for my mind to register that it was a shaking bed which was causing my body to shudder.

Now, I knew I wasn’t shaking the bed, so I either I was asleep and dreaming about being involved in a small, never-ending earthquake, or I was awake and lying flat on my back in a motel bed and my best friend was jerking off with my morning hardon in his mouth. Since I could also feel something which felt like a head resting on my stomach, I decided it was the latter. I glanced down my body and, sure enough, Kevin was lying on his left side beside me with his head using my belly as a pillow and my cockhead as a lollipop. I was quite certain that I was awake now.

Since he wasn’t sucking me off or bobbing his head on my cock, I thought that maybe Kevin was trying not to wake me up, and that left me in yet another quandary: Do I let him know I’m awake so I can take over for his hand and we can both get on with it, or do I pretend I’m still asleep and let him have his fun all by himself? I decided to join in the fun.

I moved my hand to the back of his head and pressed down lightly until my cockhead nudged the entrance to his throat, letting Kevin know that I was awake and that it was okay for him to suck me if he wanted to. He nodded twice and mumbled a muffled, mouth-filled ‘mmm-hmmm’, and proceeded to suck me off without moving his head. It was a remarkably unique experience. I quite enjoyed waking up to one of Kevin’s blowjobs even if it was a blowjob unlike any I’d ever had before. “Spin around,” I said, “so I can do you, too.”

I was surprised when he shook his head back and forth and mumbled “uhnn uhnn”. Kevin dislodged my cock from his mouth with a sloppy smack. He twisted his head around so he could look at me. “Thanks for the offer, Marty, but all I want right now is to taste you while I whack off. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” I answered him. “I guess. But we could do a sixty-nine, or I could jerk you off again or something. You know.”

“I know, but this is what I want to do. Honest.”

“I want to make sure I’m doing my share for you, Kev.”

“Believe me, Marty. You’ve done more than enough for me already. Now lie back and enjoy yourself. Trust me, okay? I’m fine. I’ll take care of everything.” With that, Kevin returned to the task at hand and suctioned my cockhead back into his hot, moist mouth.

Kevin returned to giving me the non-blowjob he’d begun before I had awakened and interrupted him. He’d said he wanted to taste me while he jerked off and that’s exactly what he was doing. His head lay on my belly again where it had been only moments earlier and that’s precisely where it stayed. His hand took up its rhythmic stroking on his rampant cock again. From my vantage point, I could see his hand sliding up and down the shaft at the exact strength and speed and distance that would bring him the most pleasure.

It was exciting watching him, actually. He wasn’t the least bit shy or embarrassed about doing it in my presence and didn’t seem bothered by the fact that I might be watching him. There wasn’t anything exhibitionistic about it. He wasn’t showing off to me or anything. He was just jerking off with my cock in his mouth. It seemed so natural to him, but I still couldn’t understand why he seemed to prefer having his cock in his fist rather than in my mouth. I know I would. A mouth is a lot more fun than a hand.

Kevin’s head didn’t move. Only my cockhead and a bit of the shaft was in his mouth, not even far enough to nudge against the entrance to his throat. The underside of my cockhead rested on the back of his tongue. Everything in his mouth between that point and his lips worked to massage my prick and to suck me off except that it was unlike any other blowjob I’d ever had in my life. It felt as though my prick had taken up lodging in a wet, steamy sauna. I kept waiting for some head-bobbing to begin, or perhaps some deep-throating or hand-stroking or something, but it never happened. It brought a whole new meaning to ‘sucking someone off’. There was only the brilliant, passionate sucking and Kevin’s capable, magnificent mouth work. He was, in fact, doing little more than tasting me, but he was doing a hell of a job of it.

I might have been tempted to push my cock in with a quick snap of my hips, but Kevin had locked his left fist around my cock, preventing me from going any deeper than I already was. Still, there was obviously enough of me inside him to taste that it took him to orgasm, blowing his load all over my legs, his belly, and the bed sheets. It brought me to my peak as well, and it brought me to it a whole lot faster and a whole lot more powerfully than I would have thought it would happen.

With minimal massaging of my meat except for what Kevin was doing with the interior of his mouth, he literally sucked the jism from my balls. I’d never had an orgasm which didn’t involve stroking of some sort and I wouldn’t have thought it possible to cum purely through sucking. A ‘suckjob’ as opposed to a ‘blowjob’. But it happened.

It started deep in my balls. They pulled up close to my groin as if Kevin was sucking the air out of my ball sack and drawing them upward. And then it felt as though Kevin might have been pumping water from an old hand pump you might find on a country farm. I could actually feel my balls pumping. From the feelings I was feeling, I was sure Kevin could suck a tennis ball through a drinking straw. Jism flooded my cock tube and flowed through it like water through a garden hose before squirting in an almost steady stream into Kevin’s waiting and willing mouth. I could feel it accumulating there. I could feel the thick, creamy fluids surrounding my dick, bathing it in its freshness and warmth.

I lost count of the grunts which counted off each individual squirt but it felt as though they went on and on for hours. I was rather disappointed when the squirting stopped but was relieved that the spasms went on for a great number of heartbeats after that as Kevin kept up his suctioning. I could still feel my softening dick floating in the juices which had so recently been pumped through it. I could feel Kevin’s tongue sloshing it around behind the well-sealed gates of his lips. And then he swallowed it all at once and I could feel it draining from around my cock as it disappeared down his throat.

I’ve long been a big fan of head-bobbing and deep-throating blowjobs, but I quickly became a huge fan of Kevin’s latest display of prime cocksucking skill. I would never have thought of a blowjob that involved only pressing lips and swabbing tongues and suctioning lungs and humming voice boxes. I don’t know where or how Kevin learned these things and I don’t really care. I’m just glad he did, and I’m even gladder that he decided to use me as a display model.

I hadn’t planned on it, but I fell asleep again. Kevin’s suckjob had drained me more than I thought it had. My cock was still in his mouth when sleep overtook me and that’s where it was about an hour later when I woke up again. It was plumped up a bit but far from being considered a hardon. I couldn’t tell if Kevin was asleep or not. I lifted my head a bit to look down our bodies. He still had his semi-hard prick in his fist, but he wasn’t jerking off. He appeared to just be holding it.

“You awake, Kev?” I asked very softly.

He nodded but kept his mouth securely wrapped around my pecker.

“Can I have my dick back, please? I gotta pee.”

Kevin sighed deeply and then let my cock slip from between his lips and into the open air of the room. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, letting my feet rest on the floor for a few seconds. I wanted to rinse out the bed sheets and mess up the other bed to make it look as though both beds had been slept in, but Kevin changed my mind. “They don’t know us from Adam, Marty,” he said, “and we’ll be miles away before they find out. Besides, I’m sure cum stains are one of the more common things they find on their sheets.”

“Better than a severed head, I suppose,” I said.

“Or a dead body.”

We both laughed.

My friend followed me into the bathroom and joined me for a piss. We did a bit of friendly fencing with our urinary epees until we ran out of ammunition and then we jumped into the shower for a hot, quick, sex-free shower that had us in and out within a few minutes, but it was long enough for us to have an interesting bit of a chat while we were under the showerhead washing off the rather pungent scents we’d accumulated overnight.

“You don’t jerk off much, do you, Marty?”

“Not usually. I can go without doing it for a few weeks at a time if I have to.”

“Not me,” Kevin chuckled lightly. “I start going nuts if I have to wait a day.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I teased. “I don’t think even Superman has a libido as big as yours. I know I sure don’t.”

“Well, Mr. Smarty Pants, when you don’t have to go without, how many times a day do you do it? You know, when you and Sharon aren’t. . . you know. . . when she’s. . .”

“Oh, gotcha. Once or twice, I suppose,” I replied more seriously. “On a really good day, maybe even three. I can’t remember the last time I did four in one day. Probably before I was shaving because I really had to and not because I wanted to act cool.”

“God. I’d go nutso. Sometimes I do it three times before I even get out of bed. Usually two, but sometimes three, depending on how horny I am.”

“What gets me,” I interrupted briefly, “is that you don’t even go soft between times.”

“Yeah, well,” said Kevin, his cheeks flushing a passionate shade of rouge, “guess I’m lucky that way. Anyway, by the time I go to sleep at night, I’m going for number five or six. Sometimes even seven or eight on a good day.”

“What’s your record?”

“Thirteen.”

“In one day!??”

Kevin nodded his response.

“With cum!??”

Again he nodded.

“Holy, fuck,” I exclaimed. “You lucky son of a bitch! My pecker would fall off if I did it that much.” I laughed at my joke. Kevin didn’t. To cover it up, I quickly added, “Back to the topic at hand, though. It doesn’t seem to bother you too much doing it in front of me.”

“Why should it, Marty?” He actually looked and sounded shocked. “You know I do it and I’m not ashamed of it.”

“I didn’t say you were, Kev. I meant that it’s something most guys prefer to do in private unless they’re an exhibitionist.”

Kevin shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t do it because I’m showing off or because I want someone to watch me, Marty,” he explained quickly. “I do it because I like doing it and I didn’t think you’d mind if I did in front of you any more than I would mind you doing it in front of me.”

“I don’t mind, Kev. Knock yourself out. I mean, I guess it’s something I prefer to do when I’m all alone. I don’t even like doing it in front of Sharon. I’m weird that way.”

“Seriously? Even when she’s. . . you know?”

“Very serious. It makes me feel weird if I do it with Sharon in the room. I mean, I know it shouldn’t bother me, but when I’m jerking off with her around, it’s like maybe she’s thinking I’m too old to be playing with myself and it’s time I grew up and stopped acting like a little kid. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me.”

“We used to do it together before I moved out west,” Kevin said quietly. “It didn’t seem to bother you back then.”

“Yeah, but we were kids, weren’t we? We didn’t have the hang-ups we have now. At least I didn’t. Heck, we didn’t even know what we were doing was considered sex, did we? We thought we’d discovered something nobody else knew about, and every time we did it we thought we were getting something over on our parents.”

Kevin laughed this time. “And we might have got away with it, too, if we hadn’t been so stupid to use our underwear or our socks to clean up with. Did your Mom ever mention anything to you about that?”

“Nope. Never.”

“Neither did my Mom. I guess that’s one of the things a mother accepts as a given where sons are concerned: ‘Boys come with icky, stinky stains in the strangest places. Get over it and move on.’”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I chuckled. “Mom walked in on me in my bedroom a couple of times when I was doing it. . .”

“Tell me about it,” Kevin said sympathetically. My Mom had the worst timing.”

“Yeah. Mine would just apologise and walk back out and shut the door behind her, but I always felt humiliated by it and couldn’t look her in the eye for the rest of the day. I think that’s why I don’t like doing it in front of someone else. . . having to face them afterwards and pretend it never happened.”

Kevin sighed. “I’d never do it in front of just anyone, either. But with you. . . well, after everything we’ve been through together, I didn’t think it would bother you. It doesn’t bother me, but I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“Heck, no, Kev. Like I said, knock yourself out, man. I don’t care. As long as you don’t expect me to try and keep up with you unless you want to see my pecker fall off.”

We both laughed that time and, when we stopped, Kevin asked, “Does that[/i] bother you, Marty? You know, that I can cum more often than you do?”

I shook my head ‘no’. “Nah. Makes me kinda wish I could do it that often, too, but it doesn’t bother me that I can’t. That’s life. But I have to admit, it was kinda fun watching you this morning. I mean, it was sort of like looking at one of my whack off magazines come to life. It was pretty cool to see someone actually doing it in real life instead of in pictures. So ‘no’, I don’t mind if you do it as long as you don’t mind if I peek once in awhile.”

To Be Concluded​

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
I don't find anything wrong at all with the chapter.
It felt just like it was - a sortof awkward man to man, heart to heart, open talk about Kevin's profound ability to cum umpteen times a day!

Oh that we all could be that lucky.
My cock would be raw if I tried to do it even remotely that many times.

Then there's the whole issue of 50+ instead of 20's or early 30's, lol.

Seriously, it was a great installment. You bring one of the great things about JUB to the fore - the ability to talk about sexuality and preferences and needs, desires with a friend without fear of being ostracized.

The guys are definitely becoming/re-becoming the tight, close, friends they are meant to be.

Thank you.

 

[Kyanimal]

"Have you ever been caught jacking off?"

"No??"

"Well, you must have had a good hiding place!"

Nothing wrong with that chapter, Neil! In fact, I found it quite "comforting"!

Yeah! ALL Guys jerk off! It's just the way we're built! And, if any Guy claims that he doesn't, then I'm fairly sure he's lying!!

I remember times, in my teens, when we'd hold "contests" to see who could "shoot" the furthest! Of course, at that time, we never touched each other! However, I still "cherish" those images I hold of my buds stroking their meat! (And, me petting "Animal", furiously, right along with them!) There was even a time when my current Girl wanted to watch "what Guys do"! Hit the wall above the headboard!

I've never been as prolific as Kevin. (And I mean "Your" Kevin, as opposed to "My" Kevin.) "Your" Kev is a pure "Cum Machine"! And, like "Your" Marty, if I ever tried that as often, "Animal" might not fall off, but he'd be Very Sore!! Maybe I'm not doing it right??

THANK YOU! for that chapter, Neil!!

And, yeah! ...

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[gsdx]

I've never been as prolific as Kevin.

A little secret: I didn't make up Kevin's stats. (wink wink nudge nudge say no more say no more)