Best Buddies Play Hard Redux (with a new ending)

[DonQuixote]

Braggart! lol.

 

[Kyanimal]

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[gsdx]

BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3H​

A half hour later, after our quick shower and an even faster gathering and packing of our bags (more like gathering up our clothes and cramming them into our suitcases), we checked out of the motel and soon found ourselves in a small local diner for breakfast.

It felt strange in my crotch, but oddly exciting and erotic at the same time. I guess it was more out of stubbornness than stodginess that I had not yet given into the new seamless bikini briefs of the time. I felt more comfortable in my old, familiar, white, Fruit of the Loom Y-fronts. To be honest, I’d never even seen a man in a pair of Jockeys except in catalogues. . . at least until I saw Kevin wearing them. They certainly showed a lot more than the models in the catalogues, but I suspect any bumps and shadows were conveniently airbrushed out for the various family members who might see them. Kevin lent me a pair to wear. They weren’t new, but hey, when you’ve had a guy’s dick in your mouth, wearing his underwear isn’t such a bit deal. I was liking the feel of them more and more all the time and made a mental note to buy some as soon as I got back home.

After breakfast, we asked directions to a drug store, drove there, and Kevin dashed in to buy a tube of lube and an armload of snacks and drinks and red liquorice Twizzlers to hold us over.

Traffic on the highway was light and we made really good time. We stopped in the early afternoon for a nice, leisurely lunch at an A&W. Kevin took over driving after lunch and I settled into the passenger seat to stretch out a bit and relax.

“Do you remember Carla Brightman?” I asked after a time.

“She was a year behind us in school, wasn’t she? Used to live in that big brick house next to the upholstery shop?”

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s married now. Lives up north somewhere near the border.”

“What about her?”

“Well, I was just thinking about what happened at the Laundromat last night and it made me think of her. I mean the blowjob behind the counter. I went out with her a few times before I met Sharon. Carla was kinda kinky, too. She used to. . .”

“Last night was kinky?”

“Maybe not for you but it was for me. Anyway, Carla used to love giving blowjobs, too, but she liked giving them to a guy in his car while they cruised around town. At least she did before she got married. And you’ll never guess as long as you live who she married.”

“Who?”

“Gary Gillette.”

“Space Ace? The senior with the Hippy hair who used to sit cross-legged in the middle of Butler Street? Shit. Even in the middle of winter he’d sit there in only his pyjama bottoms smoking a joint and waving at the cars as they drove around him.”

“That’s him. He quit the drugs and cleaned himself up. He owns a construction business now, I think. Anyway, before she got married, if you saw a guy driving around the town by himself and he had a dreamy, vacant look on his face, chances were pretty good that he had Carla’s face in his lap and his dick down her throat.”

“Did she blow you when you were dating?”

“Twice, but we weren’t really dating. I don’t think she ever really dated anyone except maybe for her husband. Anyway, she said I was cute. She liked my moustache.”

“I didn’t,” Kevin replied, but barely loud enough for me to hear. As he continued, he stuck his hand in the waistband of his jeans to shift his dick around. “I’m glad you shaved it off.”

“How did you know I used to have a moustache?”

“I saw you on your wedding day.”

“Oh.” And then, when the truth of what he had said finally sank into my brain, I repeated, “Oh, wow! Then. . .

He quickly held up his index finger in warning. “Don’t ask, Marty.”

“Right,” I said. After his little outburst the day before, I knew better than to push it. I fumbled for something to say. “Ummmm. . . okay. So umm. . .”

“So,” Kevin continued after a brief pause, “was she any good?”

“Not anywhere near as good as you are. But, hey, when you’re a teenager with teenager hormones raging all over the place, a mouth is a mouth and you’re grateful to have it. At that age, no matter how bad it is, a blowjob’s still better than your hand.”

“Why did you dump her, then?”

“I didn’t. She dumped me for Mason Clarkson, and then she dumped Mason a few weeks later for Melvin Murdock, and then Mel for Michel Thibodeau. She was working her way through all the seniors in alphabetical order. I wonder if she made it all the way to Zoli Szabo before she got married.”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard Kevin laugh so hard.

I took over driving later that afternoon and I drove right through supper. Two hours from nightfall, when we still had about a half hour to go, Kevin suggested a motel he’d stayed in several times when he was visiting his mother. He suggested we stay there that night and we could drive into town in the morning, pick up the U-Haul and load it, then return to the motel again and head for home the next morning.

“Good ta see ya agin, son,” said the man behind the motel office counter. He was an older man with rosy Santa Claus cheeks and greying hair. He was balding and wore it in an ill-disguised comb-over. But, his face was cheerful and friendly and his smile inviting despite a missing front tooth.

“Hi, George.”

With a glance at me, George said, “Ya wanna double room this time?”

“Nah. That’s okay George,” said Kevin lightly and with a reassuring smile. “It won’t be necessary. This is my brother, Marty. If my favourite room is still available, I think we can handle sharing a bed for a couple of nights.”

“In town fer the car show this weeken’?”

“No. I’m here to pick up my stuff out of storage. I’m moving back east.”

“Thought ya might.” George turned the registry to face Kevin before getting the room key from its hook on the wall. “Gonna miss ya, son. So’ll the Missus.”

“I’ll miss you, too, George. Both of you. But who know? I might get back this way some day.”

“Lookin’ forward to it.”

We got the key and a large bag of ice for the cooler and went to our room. We unloaded our stuff (we didn’t bother unpacking but we dumped the ice into the cooler) and then Kevin drove us to a nearby general store. Besides having a small grocery store and snack bar, they also sold chilled beer and soft drinks. We both ordered a homemade cheeseburger platter which came complete with hand-cut wedge fries and either a large tossed salad or homemade coleslaw. I ordered the salad with French dressing and Kevin ordered the coleslaw. We both ordered a beer. The meal was almost more than I could eat with the added bonus of sharing the salad and coleslaw. It was delicious, filling me almost to the point of being uncomfortably stuffed, and well worth the few bucks we paid for it all.

Before we left, we stocked up on drinks and snacks again and we bought a case of beer as well. It was dusk by the time we headed back to the motel with our stash of goodies.

We were sitting side-by-side on the bed, sipping on a beer, when Kevin talked me into letting him give me a blowjob while he jerked off again. I offered to blow him as well, of course, but he declined. “Another time, okay Marty? Right now, this is what I want to do, okay?” He’d been thinking about doing it, he told me, since he’d heard me talking about Carla Brightman. I wanted to shower first, especially after having spent so many hours sitting on a hot car seat, but Kevin insisted that it would add to the mood and the ambiance of the blowjob. “I prefer the taste of a real man,” he said. “Not a bar of soap.”

Still, I tried to convince him to let me blow him, arguing that I didn’t really feel like I was pulling my own weight in the sex department. You know, doing my share instead of feeling like all I was doing was sitting back and having everything done for and to me. I told him I’d be more than happy to return the favour, but Kevin held his ground. “I know you would, Marty, but you have to believe me. This is really what I want.”

“I know my blowjobs don’t come close to matching yours, but I. . .”

“You give stupendous blowjobs, Marty, and I love that you want to give me one, but just knowing you’re willing to do it is more than enough for me. Right now, this is what I want. You understand what I mean, right?”

I shook my head ‘no’.

“Well, my friend,” he continued, “you don’t have to understand. All you have to do is accept it. Okay? There will be plenty of times for you to do what you want to do.”

“I just feel like I should be doing something more. You’re sure you don’t mind?”

In answer to my question, Kevin took my hand in his and placed it palm down onto his crotch. He was well on his way to a fully-pumped hardon. “Does that feel like I mind?

It certainly didn’t. My friend was all horned up by nothing more than the thought of what he was going to do. I relented.

Kevin gave me a kiss of thanks on my cheek and told me to “sit there and don’t do anything.” I did and he scrambled out of bed and did a brief, impromptu strip tease for me, taking off each article of clothing and dropping it in a heap on the floor. Before he even started, though, I could see the now-familiar hardon I’d felt only a moment before. It was pushing out his jeans into a healthy and sizeable lump. He nonchalantly shoved his hand down the front of his pants and shifted it up and to the side. Good thing he did. The lump was growing downwards and outwards. I seemed to have a habit of causing my friend great discomfort. He never complained though.

“How do you hide that thing when you’re out in public, Kev?” I asked curiously. “It seems to pop up at the drop of a hat.”

He smiled at me and shrugged. “The same way you do, I suppose. It doesn’t happen very often except when I’m alone and daydreaming, or when I’m with you and we’re talking about sex. Or like now, when we’re getting ready to do it. Then it doesn’t take very long to stiffen up.”

I could see that. By the time he finished his little speech, Kevin’s cock was rock solid and forming a long, thick tube under his jeans which he didn’t even try to hide from me. He took his time taking off his clothes, starting with his dark blue T-shirt and socks, and then his jeans which he shoved down his thighs until they dropped in a rumpled bundle at his feet. He casually kicked them aside to join the rest of the clothes and stood there in front of me in only his underwear.

As he stood there, looking at me lying there on the bed, he absentmindedly lifted his right hand and flattened the palm over his right pectoral. There was a vacant look on his face. Kevin massaged his pec for a moment or two, then slid it easily over to his left pec and repeated his manipulations. After a few more moments of massaging his chest, Kevin’s hand glided down his taut, work-hardened abdomen and onto the pulsating hose of flesh contained within his pale blue Jockey briefs he was wearing. This caused a stirring in my groin and my own stiffening cock began to grow even faster. I, too, had to shift it into a less restrictive and painful position. Kevin watched my every move. When I pulled my hand back out, I let it fall to my thigh. My thumb came to rest on my denim-covered nuts and idly began a gentle rubbing of the tender orbs beneath it.

Kevin’s left hand soon joined its counterpart, slipping inside the waistband and wrapping itself around the base of his cock, stretching his briefs and holding it out a bit so he could more easily fist it with his other hand. That action also lasted only a few long moments, though. He let go of his cock and used his thumb to shove down the front of his underwear and to bare the rampant cock beneath. As soon as Kevin released his cock from its confines, his hand wrapped around it and he started jerking off yet again.

He stood there, staring at my crotch as he stroked. He barely blinked and his eyes never wavered. The only thing in Kevin’s world at that moment was my crotch, my hand, and the thumb tenderly caressing my nuts. Suddenly his eyes widened and a look of what I can only describe as painful desire came over his brow. He gasped and his hand froze on his cock, squeezing it as if to stop the flow of water from a leaking garden hose. Curious to know what had caused that reaction, I glanced down briefly and saw that I was just as hard as Kevin was. My dick was a long slab of meat bumping up my jeans into a long tube. I also noticed that my hand had moved slightly and was now cupped over my balls while my thumb now stroked along the upper length of my cock and over my cockhead. I don’t even remember it moving there and I almost pulled it away out of embarrassment but seeing how Kevin had reacted to it, I decided to leave it there and turned my attention back to my friend. He was stroking his cock again and the pained look had disappeared from his face leaving only the desire.

Kevin was in his own private little space, a spot somewhere deep in his mind where people are never given an invitation to visit. The way he was looking at me made me feel as though he’d dragged me inside with him and put me on display for his personal voyeuristic enjoyment. Or, at least, part of me was in there with him. His eyes didn’t stray very far from my hand and what lay in wait beneath it. I wasn’t used to being subjected to such unabashed scrutiny. I felt flattered that I could have such an effect on Kevin, of course, but it made me feel somewhat uncomfortable at the same time. I didn’t even like my wife staring at me like that.

Still, I lay there without argument. Whatever Kevin wanted to do, I was determined to give him the chance to do it. After all, just that morning in the shower, I had told Kevin that he was like my whack-off magazines come to life. Now it was my turn to return the favour for my friend, but I’d do it with my pants on.

I rather expected Kevin to carry on until he finished by painting the floor with his spunk, but he suddenly blinked twice very hard, then his eyes jerked wide open and quickly travelled to my face. He opened his mouth as if too speak, then shut it tight again and swallowed hard enough for me to hear it. He pulled his hands free from his underwear and began to stammer haphazardly, but I heard an “oh, crap” in there somewhere.

“I’m sorry, Marty,” he apologised. “C’mere.” He smoothly worked his underwear down his legs and kicked them off his feet as I climbed out of bed and stood in front of him with my back to the bed. He quickly set to work taking my clothes off. “Sorry,” he said again. “I don’t know what got into me.”

I knew what got into him but thought it best not to say anything.

Kevin grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and lifted it up, exposing first my belly and then my chest. With my torso exposed and my shirt pushed up in a bundled ring beneath my pits, Kevin’s palms moved to my chest, settling over my pecs and framing my nipples in the rounded ‘V’ formed by the space between his thumbs and fingers. My T-shirt quickly fell back down and I was quick to catch it and pull it back up and off. I dropped it to the floor and immediately forgot that it even existed. Kevin, meanwhile, was massaging and squeezing my nips before lowering his face to them and working his oral magic there. The hand which had been working my right tit slid down to my crotch and began kneading my cum-filled balls and fossil-stiff cock. Somehow, his talented mouth was doing the same thing to my nipple as it did to my prick and it drew the breath right out of my lungs before I sucked it back in with a huge gasp. He nipped and chewed at it with his lips and teeth. His tongue swirled around it like a mini tornado and flicked at it like the beat of butterfly wings, teasing it into a hardened nub that sent tingles through my entire body and caused it to quiver uncontrollably. It trembled even more when his mouth moved to the other pec and started the whole process all over again.

A short time later, or it could have been years, both hands were working at undoing my jeans as Kevin’s mouth moved even further across my chest until his nose was poking between my ribcage and my biceps. With a shake of his head and a push forward, he wedged his face into the crease until I finally got the hint that he wanted in there and I bent my arm and lifted my elbow. Kevin’s face immediately charged into my exposed armpit. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils and held it for a surprising length of time before exhaling it with a most satisfied sigh. Then I felt his tongue flattening itself against my skin just below my pit hair and dragging upwards until it was licking the inside of my upper arm. Like a loveable dog, Kevin lapped at my armpit over and over again, causing my knees to go all wobbly. His right hand abandoned my crotch. A moment later his mouth began bumping into my armpit with a steady rhythm. I’ll let you guess what his hand was doing. Much to my delight and pleasure, the other armpit was treated to the same handling. My stiff cock was extremely grateful that Kevin had opened my jeans to give it room to grow inside the soft, cotton briefs that he had given me to wear.

It was oddly erotic knowing that my dick and nuts were now contained in the same pouch which had held Kevin’s goodies. I knew what it would feel like to him and I could imagine him inside them instead of seeing him in them only from the outside. No matter how close you get to a guy, you’re never closer to him than when you’re wearing his underwear.

The feelings Kevin and his underwear created in me were so intense that I hadn’t even noticed that he had pushed my pants down to mid thigh and was tenderly caressing the crotch of the underwear I was wearing – his underwear – with both hands. I noticed all that only when he had abandoned my armpit and had begun licking his way down to my midsection. He traversed my body from side to side as he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of me. He didn’t stop until his lips passed over the elastic ridge of the briefs. They came to rest on my cock pipe which was now fighting to break free of its cotton cage and escape into the open air where it could do battle with Kevin’s tonsils.
Only then did his hands push my jeans the rest of the way down so I was able to kick them aside. His mouth, meanwhile, attacked the steely shaft of my cock through the briefs. That, too, was a new sensation for me; the material was far thinner and far sexier than the thicker, rougher, less-appetising Y-fronts I was accustomed to wearing.

Kevin’s breath was scorching on my crotch, heating up both the cotton and the meat beneath it. His saliva and heated breath quickly moistened the cloth, turning it darker and darker with each passing moment. He nibbled and chewed on my shaft and my nuts and he licked at the joint between my balls and my legs which sent even more shivers through my body. He was a maniac, working me so hard that my legs became like wet noodles. I grabbed at his shoulders for support, but that didn’t last long. Seconds later, my legs were so weak and shaky that I didn’t think they would hold me up much longer. I staggered back a step until my legs encountered the bed and I collapsed flat on my back onto the mattress. Kevin followed me down. It was like his mouth was glued to my dick. He attacked me with renewed enthusiasm that set my nuts on fire. He worked me until I didn’t think I could take it any longer.

Suddenly he jumped to his feet and swiftly arranged the pillows against the headboard. He coaxed me into place with my back sinking comfortably into them, and then switched on the reading lamps on either side of the headboard before killing the bright, three-bulb, overhead light. I took advantage of the brief respite to peel off the underwear and toss it aside. Before getting into bed, Kevin retrieved his T-shirt and, when he was properly positioned on his spread knees between my legs, he spread the shirt out in front of him. An impromptu cum rag.

Kevin seemed to notice for the first time that I was completely naked and my dick was lying flat on my belly and staring me straight in the eye. His hand moved directly to his own dick and started stroking as he looked down at me. And, once again, he went to that special place in his mind where his imagination lived. I lay quietly for a few minutes, watching him in silence, fascinated by this new behaviour. It made me wonder what was going on in his mind. For a very brief instant, I was startled when I suddenly considered the fact that maybe he wasn’t even sure if I was real or another one of his fantasies. My mind was set to rest, though, when he did what he did a few seconds later.

As I watched him stroking his dick, a large droplet of pre-lube gathered at the tip of his cock. He stopped stroking when his and was at the base and squeezed firmly. Then, very slowly, he moved slid his hand up the shaft again, forcing even more lube to accumulate in his piss slit. It twinkled like sunlight shining on a dew-covered spider’s web. He scooped it up with the pointing finger of his left hand and brought it toward my crotch. Before he did what I thought he was going to do, though, he stopped and looked into my eyes. I knew then that he knew I was real.

“Can I?” he asked hopefully. After I nodded my head in assent, Kevin’s eyes dropped to my crotch once more and his finger lightly settled on my smooth cockhead. I could feel the sticky slickness of his clear juices on my cock skin. He left it there for a moment as his other hand took up a slow stroking motion. He lifted his finger from my dick, stretching the thick lube into a fine thread before lowering it again and dragging it down the shaft and over my balls. It came to rest at the base of my nuts and stayed there as his other hand took up a slow, steady rhythm again. He gazed down at the slick path of slimy ball juices he’d painted down my dick. A few seconds later, he leaned forward and planted his lips on my nuts just above his index finger. I felt his tongue pierce his lips and press into the valley between my balls before being dragged along the slippery path of lube and licking it all up. The bed was shaking from his jerking again.

When he reached the head of my cock, he gave it a few licks before sitting back on his heels. He sighed heavily as he continued to look down at my crotch. His hand didn’t pause in its stroking and he had a thoughtful, wishful look on his face and in his eyes.

“You can cum on me if you want, Kev,” I suggested. The words were out of my mouth even before the thought finished crossing my mind. No givesies, though. Even if I had wanted to take it back, I don’t think I could have after the way Kevin perked up at the suggestion. His already hard cock began doing cartwheels and jumping jacks in his lap. He squeezed it tightly as if trying to rein it in and preventing it from spitting all over me before he was even ready to enjoy it. Another large glob of lube gathered at the tip and bubbled up before overflowing and rolling down the shaft in a narrow stream that glistened like pearls in the light from the wall lamps.

His whole body quaked and quivered with excitement before Kevin regained his composure. “Really?” he asked. Kevin could have been dressed for a space walk and he wouldn’t have been able to hide his excitement. It made me smile inside. His eyes opened wide and they sparkled like bright sunlight on fresh snow. His bottom lip was trembling now and he was masturbating unabashedly and unashamedly. I sincerely believe he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. “You’d let me do that, Marty? On you? On purpose?”

“Sure,” I replied with a smile. I hadn’t expected his reaction to be so innocently childlike and exhilarating. It was like I had just given him the best birthday present he’d ever received in his life. “Why not? It’s only jizz.”

“Oh, shit,” he whispered to himself. He glanced down at my torso and rampaging cock. He wasn’t simply stroking his cock now. He was into some serious and furious jerking off. He swallowed hard, both visibly and audibly. “On your crotch or your chest or. . . ?” He looked up at my face.

When the ‘or’ didn’t come in words, I said encouragingly, “Anywhere you want, Kev.”

“Oh, shit,” he repeated. There was a delightfully familiar look of intent in his face. “I never dreamed. . .” he began but didn’t finish the sentence and returned his gaze to my body. I was quite sure what he was going to say though: that he never dreamed it would ever happen again after that first night at the pond when he got carried away and creamed my face. “I don’t think I’m going to last long, Marty,” he added breathlessly.

My magazine had come to life again and I was quite enjoying watching it perform for our mutual pleasure. I could easily see myself becoming addicted to this and tossing my magazines into the trash. Who needs pictures when you can look at the real thing doing it in real time. . . in real life?

To Be Concluded​

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
What a phenomenal chapter. I am SOoooo close - if there weren't as many distractions from other people up till now, I think I would have already beat Kevin to the punchline.

You have certainly continued to bring these two buddies to life in 3D for us.

Thanks!

 

[sheep]

A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do and if you don't know what that is Ma'am I'm not gonna 'splain it

 

[DonQuixote]

Hi, Sheep!
How's tricks? Haven't talked to you in awhile.

 

[Kyanimal]

Uh ... I'd like to post something, and "chat" with Y'all ... butt ... I seem to be ... uh ... a bit "Busy" ... at the moment!

OOooops!!

Keep smilin'!!
"Animal"

 

[gsdx]

BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3I​

“Can I. . . um. . . straddle you?” Kevin asked, interrupting my thoughts. “You know, so I can. . . um. . . you know. . . when I’m ready?”

Again I had to smile at his innocent anticipation. “Sure,” I said.

Kevin paused in his stoking long enough to move into place, shifting his legs outside of mine and scooting forward until his knees nudged my lower ribcage. He settled easily into place on my belly where my hardon just happened to be lying. It nestled as neatly and comfortably into his ass crack as a hotdog fits into a hotdog bun. The sound that came out of his mouth was unlike any he had made before. I think of it as ‘ecstasy plus two’. His ass cheeks clamped onto my meat which, in itself, sent all manner of wonderful feelings flying through my crotch. Those feelings quickly spread out through the rest of my body like ripples from a pebble tossed into a pond. We both sighed in the same instant.

My friend leaned forward slightly, planting his free hand squarely over my right pec and digging his rigid fingers my. His simple gesture mad my nipple spring to life. I could feel it growing stiffer and poking into his palm.

My gaze switched between Kevin’s clenched face and his pounding fist. It was a marvel to behold and I marvelled at the amount of clear lube which gathered in the well of his cock tip slit. The site of it made my dick start jumping between the scorching cheeks of his ass. My hips involuntarily began to hunch against Kevin, sliding my dick back and forth along the muscular valley of skin it was trapped in. I could feel the slippery head nudging the back of Kevin’s balls with each upstroke. I guess Kevin could feel it as well. His hand found yet another gear.

With Kevin’s pounding hand threatening to rip his boner right off his body, and with his ass massaging my cock with every stroke, he’d taken a dozen or so strokes before I moved my arms. They went to his sides until my forearms came to rest on his thighs. My palms and spread fingers cradled his hips. My fingertips curled around the sides of his butt cheeks and the tips of my thumbs took roost in his pubes on either side of his luscious bush. The touch was innocent but, much to my surprise, it was enough to send Kevin over the edge.

“Oh, fuck, Marty!” He croaked loudly. “Oh, fuck!”

I thought his ass was going to squeeze the piss right out of me. I didn’t know glutes could get to be that powerful. Kevin’s face hardened and flushed. His brow furrowed, his eyes squinted, and his mouth fell open as he looked down at his crotch. His lips pulled tight, baring his sparkling white teeth, and his neck muscles started doing a cobra thing. His head tilted back. His chest became a bellows, sucking air in and blowing it back out in rapid succession. His stomach pulled tight and locked itself into position. He steeled himself for the explosion he was no longer able to prevent. It was going to happen whether he wanted it to or not.

And happen it did. A few strokes later and Kevin rolled up onto his knees, his meaty thighs clamping my sides in a vice grip. My hands and forearms followed his movement. His fingers dug deeper into my chest as my hardened nipple stabbed into his palm. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kevin’s head tilting forward. I guessed he was looking at my face but I was too busy looking at his crotch to be sure.

I was mesmerised by it. It was absolutely hypnotising. Kevin’s hand was almost a blur. Really, it was. I’m not exaggerating. I didn’t know a human arm could move that fast. The purplish head of his cock became glassy smooth and stayed that way as it began to palpitate, bloating and deflating over and over again at a pizzicato pace.

Kevin’s hand suddenly froze at the base of his shaft. His cock was aimed directly at me. From my vantage point, I watched the scene unfold as if in slow motion. His cockhead suddenly ballooned. It recoiled and sprang forward three times. On the fourth round, it shot forward and released a long rope of jism which was catapulted straight at my face, slamming into my forehead with such force that my head actually rocked backwards. My eyes instinctively clamped shut momentarily until I slivered them open ever so slightly again so I could continue to watch my friend in the throes of orgasmic bliss. My jaw dropped as I gasped for a breath of air and a large dollop of Kevin’s cream dropped into it and onto my tongue. I didn’t dare close my mouth to savour it, though, fearing that I would miss more of it if I did. I could feel the rest of the rope of cream draping itself in a solid line from my nose all the way to my belly button.

Through squinted eyelids, I watched the second and third volleys hurtling toward my face as Kevin’s hips pushed forward, bringing his cock closer and closer to my face. And the closer it came, the more my mouth became a target for its liquid projectiles. I opened it wider. Time was suddenly filled with all of the sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes, and the countless different tactile sensations of manly sexual climax.

His aim was too good for him not to be looking at my face. He waved his dick around, whitewashing my face with his pearly jism. It splattered warm and wet against my skin until Kevin placed the underside of his cockhead on my bottom lip and bombarded my tonsils with what was left of his orgasm. Again my senses were filled, but from the inside out this time. Kevin, of course, was enjoying it from both the inside out and the outside in if you think about it.

All too soon, though, when my face was completely hosed down, his orgasm slowly ground to a halt and my friend’s body switched over to cool-down mode as it worked to bring him back down from his euphoric high. No sooner had I closed my lips around the soft, smooth skin at the end of his cock and swept my tongue over it to capture the leftover dregs of ball juice, Kevin fell away from me, taking his tender and delicious cock with him. He fell back until my own cock was captured once again between the soft, warm cheeks of his ass. It felt good there.

I wasn’t able to enjoy it for long, however. Kevin had barely been huffing and panting for more than a few seconds or so, just long enough for me to begin to enjoy watching the heaving of his chest and stomach, when he leaned forward again, bringing his face close to mine as his tongue began slurping up the creamy juices he had sprayed all over me only moments before. He lapped at the left side of my face like a kissing dog, moving from the cheek and swiftly traversing my left jaw to my ear and even my hair.

Meanwhile, my right hand had abandoned its perch on his hip and moved to my chin where my fingers squeegeed the pungent but tasty spunk from my chin and my right cheek into my mouth where I suctioned it in greedily and selfishly. I’d eaten my own cum many times over the years, even though it took quite some time to get used to the powerful, heady, slightly sour flavour, but if anyone had told me that I would come to enjoy eating some other guy’s cum, I would have said they were whacked in the head. Yet here I was, not only eating Kevin’s cum, but enjoying it as well. Quite frankly, it tasted a whole lot better than mine and I was looking forward to enjoying much more of it in the future.

“Hey! Save some for me, you fuckin’ pig!” I shouted jokingly when Kevin’s mouth moved to my forehead and he began vacuuming up all of the cum his hungry lips found there. It was clear he had often dined on his own spooge.

Kevin lifted his head and looked down at me. The cum gathered on his lip glistened in the light of the wall sconces. I could see it twinkling, and then I could see the twinkling drawing nearer as Kevin’s mouth approached mine. When it was close enough, I stuck my tongue past my lips and used it to lick the delicious cream from his lips before they pressed against mine. His lips opened slightly and my tongue slipped inside until it met the barrier of his bottom teeth, and then his mouth opened and the contents flowed over my tongue and into mine. His cum combined with his saliva. There was no mistaking the flavour, and it tasted even more of Kevin. He shared it all with me, then lifted his head away so he could watch me slosh it around in my mouth before swallowing it. He smiled. “Want more?”

I smiled back and nodded. “I can’t think of a better dessert,” I said to him, “except for cherry pie with vanilla ice cream maybe.”

Kevin smiled even wider and said, “This could be fun.” He gave me a quick kiss before attacking my forehead and the rest of my face, his tongue scooping up every bit of semen he could find. From my face he moved to my neck, the further down my body, returning to my face from time to time so he could deposit his seed into my mouth. He wasn’t aware that I was hoarding it, letting it mix and blend with my own spit until, on one of his deposits from my upper belly, after he had pressed his lips to mine and had let the contents of his mouth slide into mine, I clamped my hand behind his neck and held his head in place. My tongue and cheeks pushed the fluids upwards and into my friend’s mouth.

Kevin was hesitant at first, clamping his lips shut until he realised what I was doing, and then he was quite receptive to it. His lips opened again and he accepted the offering. When I had offered him as much as I wished to share with him, I closed my lips and Kevin closed his. Our lips separated and Kevin locked his eyes on mine. When I swallowed, he swallowed. It was a bonding far more enjoyable and infinitely more powerful than licking our pinkie fingers and hooking them together.

My friend wasted no time after that. He slid down my body again and set about lapping up every remaining dribble of his ball juices as I drew my knees up, spreading my legs apart even farther and planting my feet flat on the bed on either side of my Kevin’s body. When there was nothing left to be sucked up, Kevin moved even further down my body until he was kneeling between my legs once again. A moment later, he sank his lips around my still-rampant cock and slid them down to the base. His left hand cupped my balls while his right hand began flailing his cock once again. I was getting used to him doing that.

Once again my dick was enveloped in the sweltering dampness of Kevin’s steamy and gifted mouth and it got even hotter and wetter as his head bobbed up and down in my lap. His lips were tightly clamped around my meat, sealing all the moisture inside and making my dick feel as though it was swimming in his mouth. The more he bobbed his head, the faster he jerked off, and the faster he jerked off, the faster his head bobbed. The two were linked for both our benefits. I was rapidly approaching orgasm, but Kevin beat me to it. . . again. It still amazed me that he could whip off another load so soon after the first one. I hadn’t yet clued in to the fact that it wasn’t so much him sucking me off as it was the fact that he was sucking me off that made his nuts boil over. It was a very fine distinction between the two, but it would become an enormous difference when I finally understood it a few days later.

So, there I was, cranking myself up to finally pumping my load down my friend’s throat when, much to my dismay and disappointment, he suddenly yanked his mouth away from my cock with a very wet, very sloppy, very noisy slurp. His face tightened and creased in effort and concentration. His lips pulled taut and sealed themselves shut. His head tilted forward as he aimed his spasming cock at my crotch. Within seconds, I was being deluged with Kevin’s nut juice one more time. It splashed wet and warm against my cock, my balls, my pubes, and my belly. And no sooner had he finished spraying his cream all over me than he sat back on his heels again, bent himself over me, and began slurping it all up with a suction worthy of Hoover before gulping down my bouncing meat and sponging up the rest of his cum.

My cock was bathed in a sizzling combination of Kevin’s saliva and gooey but delectable nut cream. It was a most agreeable and enjoyable sensation. Combined with Kevin’s incredible otherworldly oral genius, I was humping my hips to meet his face within a few short minutes.

I lost all track of time. The only thing on my mind was the magnificent feelings Kevin was making on my favourite toy. His hands, now free from working on himself, began working on me. As my cock commenced ballooning in anticipation of the imminent explosion, Kevin’s hands abandoned my balls and slid up my body to my chest where his thumbs and index fingers latched on to my nipples and began to twist and squeeze the hell out of them. They’d been tweaked a few times before, but gently, and I found it to be quite exhilarating. The assault on my nipples and pecs was way beyond anything they had experienced before, and all the good feelings from them went directly to my pecker.

I can’t remember ever having so many incredible feelings in so many different parts of my body all at the same time. Kevin was a miracle worker and he was so proficient at working them. Mere seconds later, my cock was pumping my own nut juice deep into Kevin’s greedy, voracious maw.

For several minutes after, Kevin’s actions chilled as I recovered. I actually moaned my disappointment when he abandoned his grasp on my nipples and let his warm, tender hands slide down my body to my hips. He didn’t release my cock from his mouth, though, until it had withered away to what usually dangled between my legs for most of the day. When he finally liberated it from his oral cavern, he did so with great reluctance. The moistness which had surrounded my dick disappeared as he slowly withdrew, but, only moments later, Kevin was lying atop me, chest to chest, belly to belly, crotch to crotch. I straightened my legs and lowered them to the Mattress, bringing them closer together until they framed Kevin’s legs on either side.

Kevin’s face hovered above mine for a minute or so, simply looking down at me and smiling with his eyes as much as with his lips. Finally he lowered those lips to mine and, with a nudge of his tongue, prompted me to part mine far enough for him to share what he had captured.

It was different, though. It didn’t quite taste like me. At least it didn’t taste the same as the last time I’d guzzled my jizz. At first I assumed the flavour of my cum was diluted and blended with Kevin’s saliva, but it was different even than that. Stronger. More apparent. And then it dawned on me that it wasn’t just my cum and Kevin’s spit. It was Kevin’s cum, too. When Kevin had lapped up his load after he had shot all over my crotch, I had mistakenly guessed that he had swallowed it. That’s what I would have done. Instead, it appears that he had retained his cum in his mouth until I had shot off and the two loads of cum had mixed together. That is what he had shared with me.

It was a special bonding of sorts – a mutual sharing of orgasmic experience and a sharing of combined fluids which reached far deeper than any pinkie finger spit bonds we had shared throughout our childhood. I couldn’t think of anything which could have united us more than that.

A few minutes later, when we had recovered enough to move again, Kevin peeled himself away from me and rolled to one side so he could get out of bed and head for the bathroom and the shower. I was right behind him. Neither of us spoke. He adjusted the temperature and pulled the little button which switched the water flow to the showerhead. He stepped into the tub. I followed, pulling the shower curtain closed behind me.

Kevin was facing me and we fell into each other’s arms beneath the shower spray. The front of his body pressed hot against mine so close that I don’t think an amoeba could have crawled its way between our chests. It would have had trouble crawling between our crotches, too. Our cocks might well have been pasted together, and they were becoming more pasted together with every passing second. I wasn’t particularly surprised to feel Kevin’s dick plumping up again. I was getting used to him being in an almost constant state of stiff dick around me, especially when we were naked. Me? Well, it usually took a bit of stimulation to get me going again so soon after busting a nut. For Kevin, though, just being naked in the same room with me seemed to be enough to make him pop wood.

My shoulder became a pillow for his cheek. “Is this okay, Marty? You don’t mind if I hold you like this for awhile, do you?”

“Not at all,” I assured him.

He held me even tighter and nuzzled even closer to me. His lips brushed against my neck. I could feel his warm breath wafting against my skin. In no time at all, his cock was rock hard and pushing against my crotch. The bloated head pressed against my balls, but my friend made no move to relieve the pressure on himself. He wasn’t complaining about it, though, so neither did I.

I soon found myself unconsciously grinding my crotch against him when I noticed that, much to my astonishment, my own cock was beginning to inflate as well. Maybe it was the novelty of it all, but I was finding it much easier to become stimulated so easily. Only one other person was able to do that to me and she was far, far away.

Woody Allen once said, “Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.” I used to think it was funny. Now I know how true it really is. As full as my sex life was before Kevin came back, it was doubly full after. If one of my sexual desires couldn’t be filled by one, it would most certainly be filled by the other. What’s more, I could fulfill all of their desires as well. I would never have to go without sex again if I didn’t want to. They both had me and I had both of them, any time I wanted and, apparently, any time they wanted, too.

And Kevin wanted it. . . again. For the third time that night (the second time for me), Kevin was raring to go. He was grinding his raging crotch against mine now and my cock was just as rock solid as his. I’d had more erections in those few days than for the two whole weeks previous. A man could get used to that. I hoped I could keep up with them.

Kevin lifted his head from my shoulder and raised his eyes to meet mine. He began to lean away from me, stopping only when both our cocks popped upright. When he leaned forward again, they were trapped between us, captured between our bellies and grating against each other. His hips began to swirl, making wonderful music in my groin and making delightful magic in my nuts. I felt tingles there that I hadn’t felt for a very long time. It was nice to feel them again.

Our eyes remained locked on each other as we held each other close. I smiled first. Kevin was quick to follow. His right hand slid around the front of my body and slid between us as he peeled himself away from me far enough to let his hand slip between us and grasp both our cocks in his grasp. It was an interesting sensation, like jerking off, but there was an extra little bit of heat and skin for added stimulation.

Feeling my cock being held against Kevin’s was fun enough on its own, but it became even more fun when he mashed them together - piss tube to piss tube - in a tight grip and began to slide his fist up and down the dual shafts. The feeling was indescribable as my balls jostled against Kevin’s balls and his grasping fist stroked and teased the same parts of both of our cocks at the exact same time. I never thought that anything could feel as good as one of Kevin’s blowjobs, but this was a close match. It was like jerking off times two squared. (You do the math.)

And all of that doubled when I slipped my hand into position just above Kevin’s roaming fist and wrapped my fingers around our cocks as well. With the bottom of my fist in direct contact with the top of Kevin’s, I matched his motions stroke for stroke and, together, we set about jerking off both each other and ourselves as well.

We continued that way, even beefing up the action a notch or two by stretching our necks forward so we could kiss at the same time. And then, taking a cue from something Kevin did mere minutes earlier, I manoeuvred my other hand between our chests and I latched onto Kevin’s pec and nipple. That not only elicited a long, huge gasp from my friend, but it also prompted him to latch onto my tit in a repeat performance. We jerked our cocks, we twisted and pinched our nipples, we sucked face like there was no tomorrow, and we didn’t stop until we’d both shot our loads between us.

Kevin was first to go off, of course, and I was impressed that he had actually managed to delay it as long as he did. I could feel it everywhere. I could feel it in his balls bouncing against mine; in his cock throbbing against mine; in the steel-hard nipple I was pinching between my finger and thumb; in the tongue and lips which were making love with mine; in the heat and moistness of the semen which blasted upwards against my belly and overflowed onto my stroking hand. It was different, but it was something I hoped we would repeat in the future.

As usual, Kevin didn’t allow his orgasm to slow him down. The man was persistent, determined, and tireless. He didn’t skip a beat and didn’t let up. He didn’t even lose his hardon. He’d reached his climax and he continued to help me reach mine. Whereas I would have been anxious to just sit back and do nothing except have a few cigarettes after cumming like that, Kevin’s priorities lay elsewhere. I knew he wouldn’t let up. . . wouldn’t give up. . . until I’d busted a nut, too. He didn’t. And, throughout it all, he didn’t lose his hardon.

He still had it when we went to bed. I know. I was holding onto it when I fell asleep.

I wasn’t holding onto it in the morning, though. In fact, it wasn’t even within my reach. In fact, it wasn’t even somewhere that I could see it when I lifted my head and strained to look back over my shoulder. I was on my belly at the time, you see, and the bed was gently bouncing with the familiar rhythm of Kevin’s stroking. He was kneeling between my wide-spread legs and his face was firmly planted between the cheeks of my ass as if he was mining for diamonds with his tongue.

I’d never been awakened that way before. My first thought was terrifying. My second thought was puzzling. My third thought was exhilarating. I decided to go with my third thought. If Kevin didn’t mind having his tongue stuck up my ass, it was feeling too damned good for me to mind it being there.

I decided to let his tongue stay where it was.

To Be Concluded​

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
These partial chapters of yours are keeping me hot and hard along with the boys, BIG time.

And, the "ending" of this section - I've been waiting for them to start to explore the other aspects of physical intimacy, and Marty enjoying the sensations of his anal nerve endings on sensory overload.

With your magnificent descriptive talents, I know we're in for a treat with your next post. Not that this one wasn't very nice, too!

 

[Kyanimal]

I would really, Really, like to type something profound, deep, and inhumanly insightful! I would like to try to type something extremely intense (like something I just read!). I would like to type something that would make Everyone, reading it, "HARD"!, or, at least, very, VERY, "Wet"! I would like to type something exceedingly Sexy!

However ... "Animal" is demanding some "Attention"!

LATER!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

Hi, Chaz.
I wondered how long it would be before you had a chance for your weekly fix of Best Buds.

It was a draining experience, wasn't it?!

 

[Kyanimal]

Uh ... YEAH! I suppose you could put it that way!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[sheep]

Dammit Neil, Ima wearin it out! It's gotta last a few more years.

 

[gsdx]

Dammit Neil, Ima wearin it out! It's gotta last a few more years.

You can relax, Sheep.

Sorry, but no update today.

I started doing a bit of rewriting as I was proofing the chapter and got a bit carried away. I couldn't finish it for posting today.

Please don't hurt me.

 

[seanystarr]

when when when....



need more!

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil, Neil, Neil.

The stuff you're posting on Mondays was supposed to have been "Final" a Looonnnnnngggggg time ago. You're supposed to ONLY be adding to the end of the end, until you get to where you wanted it to be, lol.

The master wordsmith is a perfectionist!

Of course, who are we to complain, since the finished product elicits such emphatic reactions from (to?!) us.

 

[gsdx]

BEST BUDDIES PLAY HARD
CONCLUSION - Part 3J​

With the decision made to allow Kevin to continue his rim job on me, instinct took over and told my body what to do in order to make the experience as enjoyable as possible. I pulled myself up onto my elbows and hunched my hips upwards, as much to give Kevin the best possible access to my ass as it was to relieve the pressure on the throbbing dick trapped between me and the bed sheets. By lifting my hips and pushing my ass back to meet my friend’s probing tongue, however, I alerted Kevin to the fact that I was now awake. His tongue was immediately withdrawn from my butt with a soft squelching sound as I felt my muscles clinch shut and his face lifted away from my ass.

I was seriously disappointed, but not for long. A moment later, his palms were on my hips and were encouraging me to lift them higher until I was kneeling on the bed with my legs still spread wide and my head turned to the side and resting on my forearms which were now perched upon my pillow. It was with great relief that Kevin’s face was immediately planted in the crack of my ass and his tongue was once again excavating for precious gems.

The bed started bouncing again thanks to Kevin’s stroking hand, and bounced even more when his other hand (his right hand, oddly enough) reached between my legs and beneath my crotch to grasp my dripping prick in his fist and match the movements of his other hand stroke-for-stroke. Leave it to Kevin to use his best hand to jerk me off and make do as best he could with his left hand. Gotta love him for that.

My mind didn’t linger on that thought for very long, though. It soon turned to the incredible sensations Kevin was causing there. His face whipped back and forth smashing his cheeks against mine and using his tongue to alternately dig into my ass and to slather the rest of it with his spit.

As usual, Kevin was first to cum. I didn’t mind. I knew my turn would soon come. I looked over my shoulder to watch as he detached his tongue once more from my ass and relinquished his grasp on my dick only to use that hand to replace the hand that surrounded his own dick. He rolled up onto his knees and took aim, expertly creaming my ass with his splatter. It was odd but curiously erotic to feel it flowing like lava down my ass cheeks and deep in the valley between them.

As soon as he was finished, before he’d given himself time to come down from his orgasmic orbit, and just as I had suspected he would, my friend bent over again and lapped up his seed before coaxing me onto my back. Seconds later, his head was bobbing and twisting and devouring my cock. I could feel the slick wetness of his cream surrounding my cock for the second time, and it had me speeding toward the finish line. It wasn’t long after that that Kevin was devouring my jism and, ultimately – yeah, I’m sure you guessed correctly – sharing our combined cream with me. I gobbled it down eagerly and somewhat greedily. I was quickly becoming quite accustomed to it and looking forward to more.

After another quick shower and a quick bite to eat back at the diner where we’d eaten the night before, we were on our way to town to load up Kevin’s stuff. I thought he might drive to the U-Haul place to rent the moving truck but he asked me to drive and he would navigate. I found out why as we turned off the main highway and headed for town. We could see it sporadically long before we got there as we topped several of the numerous hills we encountered. The river which Kevin’s mother had enjoyed so much flowed through the middle of it. The first sight of the town, it seems, was Kevin’s cue to act.

“Marty,” he began, sounding rather unsure of himself, “remember when you told me about Carla Brightman?”

“Yeah, I remember. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if maybe you’d let me do that for you, too.”

I glanced over at him. “You mean a blowjob? Right now? While I’m driving?”

“Well, that’s when she did it, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but we were cruising around town late at night. In the dark. There weren’t very many people on the streets to see us. I mean, we weren’t whipping along the highway in broad daylight, were we?”

“Maybe tonight, then? You know, after we get back to the motel. I could park the truck and we could go for a drive around town for awhile and I could do it for you.”

“I don’t know, Kev,” I said to him sceptically. “Are you sure you’re not a closet exhibitionist or something? I mean, first, that thing in the Laundromat. Now this. Why do you want to do have sex in public so much, anyway?”

“I don’t, really, but I was just taking advantage of the opportunity at the Laundromat, and when you were telling me about you and Carla, the look in your face and eyes, and even the sound of your voice told me you liked it. It even gave you wood, Marty. Not full-on, but enough to make me think you were telling me about so that maybe I’d offer to do it for you again. You know, maybe to try and get that excitement back again.”

“No,” I replied. I’m sure I blushed in embarrassment. “I was only making conversation. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Sorry,” Kevin apologised. He sounded almost as embarrassed as I felt. “My mistake. I won’t mention it again.”

After a long, anxious pause during which Kevin looked both ultimately humiliated and decidedly disappointed, I said, “Look, Kev. I’m not sayin’ ‘no’, but I’m not saying ‘yes’, either. Let me think about it for awhile, okay?”

It didn’t happen. . . at least not that night nor any other night during our trip out west. But it did happen less than two weeks after we got back. I won’t tell you how it came about that I agreed to it right now. I’ll save that surprise for later. Anyway, here’s what happened. Kevin bought a brand new colour television and I drove him to the store to help him bring it to his apartment and save him the delivery charge. We used my car because it was bigger than his.

Anyway, we picked up the TV, took it back to his apartment and set it up, then went out for a celebratory beer courtesy of Kevin’s wallet. We ended up having two each. The thought hit me halfway through the second beer but I didn’t say anything until we were back in the car and heading for Kevin’s place.

“Okay, I’ve thought about it,” I said, seemingly out of the blue.

“Thought about what?” my confused friend asked.

“That blowjob you wanted to give me a few weeks ago. I’ve thought about it and the answer is ‘yes’. I think I’d like you to give me one now.”

“Right now? Here?” a surprised but excited-sounding Kevin asked. His hand flew to his crotch and cupped the already-growing bulge there. “While you’re driving?”

“That’s what you wanted to do, wasn’t it?” I had to smile at him. He was acting like a little kid finding out he was going to Disney World or something. In fact, by that time, he was already opening his jeans and releasing his rapidly-stiffening cock.

“Well, yeah, but I thought you were just saying that so I would. . . you know. . . what you wanted to do.” He was stroking his engorged cock now. Kevin was the only guy who could go from zero to one hundred in less than ten seconds.

“A deal’s a deal, Kev. You gave me what I wanted when we got stuck in that storm and now I’m holding up my end of the bargain.”

Kevin didn’t say much after that. His mother had taught him never to talk with his mouth full. He quickly busied himself undoing my jeans and, with me lifting my ass off the upholstered seat as high as I could, working them down beneath my butt. I was just beginning to stiffen up but Kevin didn’t bother waiting. He bent over my lap and slurped my dick into his mouth which had the benefit of hastening the process. He also made a lot of throaty sounds that caused all sorts of magical things to happen in my crotch. He did what he could to keep his left hand occupied with whatever parts of me it could reach despite being cramped in the front seat and not having much room to move around in. His right hand, as it usually was when my cock was in his mouth, was busy jerking him off.

I was taken back in time to when I was a teenager getting the first blowjob of my life in the front seat of my father’s car. Or, at least that’s what I felt like. Except this time I was getting it from someone who really cared for me enough to really want to give me one and not just because I had a cute moustache and was the next name on an alphabetical list; someone who put more into a single blowjob than all the blowjobs by everyone else combined. That blowjob from Kevin that night certainly wasn’t my first blowjob, but it sure as hell ranked right up there as one of the top three very best.

Kevin was first to cum, of course. He usually was. And he did a bang-up job dousing the front of his T-shirt with his jizz. And, as he also usually did, he carried on sucking and jerking until he had sucked an orgasm out of me and jerked another out of himself. Before he made me cum, though, Kevin pulled his head away when I was getting to that point where my cockhead is bloated and pulsating and getting ready to spew its load all over the place. The hand that was wrapped around my dick at the time squeezed tightly, temporarily and effectively bringing my climax to a screeching and abrupt halt which sent me flying mentally through an imaginary windshield.

After I recovered from my disappointment and frustration, just when I was just about to rag on Kevin for pulling the plug on my orgasm, and just as a stymied glob of jism managed to sneak through my cock tube and ooze out of the tip, Kevin swept it off with a swipe of his tongue, then released me and sat up. Seconds later, he had pulled his T-shirt up and over his head. Bare-chested and with his hardon pointing at the stars overhead, he straightened out his shirt and placed it over my chest and belly with the cum side facing out. Next thing I knew, his right hand was wrapped around my dick and working as hard as it could to make my orgasm finally happen. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where this load was going to go, and that’s exactly where it went.

Somehow I managed to cum without rear ending someone or wrapping us around a hydro pole or something. It helped that we were stopped at a red light for most of it. Kevin brought me down slowly, not stopping until he had coaxed every last dribble of jizz out of my nuts. Only then did he move his T-shirt from my body to his own before pumping out his second load to join the other two.

When he was finished, he pulled the shirt over his head and put it on again. The smell of our combined cum was strong and pervasive, but it didn’t seem to bother either of us and especially not Kevin. He wore his T-shirt almost as a badge of honour. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his head fall back against the low headrest. His face turned in my direction. I could sense the smile of contentment on his lips. “Thank you, Marty,” he said quietly. “That was the best.”

He was right. It was way more fun than it had been with Carla.

That night was the first time, but it certainly wasn’t the last by a long shot. I was on the receiving end for the most part. I tried doing it for Kevin a couple of times while he drove around town, but I was so nervous and uncomfortable doing it, not to mention the fact that it scared the shit out of me that I might get caught doing it. I was even more terrified that I might bite my friend’s pecker right off if somebody beeped their car horn behind us.

Kevin didn’t have my hang-ups. “I don’t have a reputation to protect,” he told me one night. I’m still not sure if he was joking. Over the years, he brought me off a number of times while we drove around, and he always jerked off when he did. Don’t worry. He wasn’t left out of the car sex fun after those disastrous first attempts. I discovered that jerking him off didn’t bother me half as much as sucking him off. Even left-handed, my handjobs were far safer and infinitely more satisfying for Kevin than my blowjobs.

Mind you, we didn’t do it every time we were out driving together. Maybe once every few months or so. And I don’t recall ever going out for a drive just to do it. But when we were out and the time felt right for both of us, it would happen. In fact, we did it just last week when we were out shopping for a new VCR. I assure you that it was just as much fun then as it was almost thirty years ago when we did it for the first time.

So, where were we? Oh, yes. On the highway into town for our date with Kevin’s belongings. “Would you mind if I jerk off then?” he asked somewhat meekly. “I don’t think I can hold off until we get back to the motel.”

I was somewhat taken aback by this request and didn’t quite know how to respond. “Do you want me to pull off and find someplace more private?” I ventured.

I guess he took that to mean that I didn’t mind if he did it. He was already undoing his jeans by the time the last word slid over my teeth and out of my mouth. “Not to worry, Marty. I do it all the time when I’m driving alone.”

Kevin lifted his butt to push his jeans and underwear down and under his butt so he could release his dick and have easy access to it. It was already half stiff and well on its way to becoming a full-fledged hardon begging for release. “Please tell me you pull off the road when you cum. I mean, I’ve seen you cum enough to know how dangerous it could be if it happened behind the wheel.”

“If there’s a lot of traffic, yeah, I pull over,” Kevin replied as he unashamedly took his cock in his hand and started beating it. Beating off in front of me seemed to be no different to Kevin than smoking a cigarette or chugging a beer. He continued: “Usually, though, if the traffic’s light like it is now, I just let it fly. If you’d rather, though, you can pull over somewhere or I’ll get something to throw over my lap.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Hey, if you’re cool with it, then I guess I am, too. There’s a box of tissues under the seat if you want them.” And then, as Kevin bent over to retrieve the tissues, I mumbled under my breath, “I wish I had your nerve.” I hadn’t meant it to be heard.

“It’s not nerve, Marty,” Kevin commented as he sat back up with the box of tissues in his free hand and set it on console between us. “It’s taking advantage of an opportunity. I’ve wasted too many of them in my life, and since I don’t know how many more of them there’s going to be, I’m going to take advantage of as many of them as I can. Besides, unless somebody sticks his head through the window, who’s going to see me?”

“A passing truck driver maybe?”

“Believe me, Marty, seeing some guy jerking off in the front seat of a car is the tamest thing truck drivers see when they’re on the road. At least I’ve still got my clothes on. Some guys are starkers when they do it. There’s even people who have full-on sex while they’re whipping down the road. Trust me. I know.”

Ah-ha! Had Kevin just let slip a hint to his past! Had he just confessed that he had been a truck driver? Could be. But I knew enough by then not to catch him on it or question him about it. I would have to live in blissful ignorance until such time that he felt comfortable to tell me. He never did, though, and I still live in blissful ignorance all these many years later.

“You can’t tell me,” Kevin continued as he absentmindedly jerked his cock, “you never jerked off in a car before.”

“When I first started driving, yeah,” I replied, “but that was a long time ago.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kevin’s head turn so he could look out the window. “You grew up way too soon, Marty. Life’s too short for it to keep you from enjoying it. Trust me, I know.”

As he was looking away, I quickly shoved my hand down my pants to move my thickening cock to a more comfortable position. Despite my apprehensions, Kevin’s display was causing quite the stir in my loins.

Kevin continued to jerk off as we drove into town, even as he directed me to the U-Haul place. I watched him and the people around us as much as I watched the road and the traffic. Kevin had been right. Nobody was paying any attention to us or, more importantly, to Kevin. My best friend was whacking off and nobody knew about it except me. I was almost tempted to whip mine out, too, but the chicken inside me made sure my dick remained in my pants and yet one more opportunity slipped by.

As we approached the U-Haul lot, Kevin’s hand was flying and he was panting for breath. His face was tense and strained. His teeth were gritted and sweat beaded his forehead and ran down his nose, dripping onto his T-shirt when it reached the tip. He was working feverishly to get his nut before I pulled into the parking lot a few blocks down the street.

As Kevin grabbed a handful of tissues from the box beside him, I began to brake to a stop behind a single car at the next intersection where the light was red. Kevin moved his hand and the tissues into position between his wide-spread legs and aimed his dick toward his wide-spread knees. As the car rolled to a stop, Kevin’s glassy-smooth, plum-purple cockhead began unloading into the tissue. Despite his stifled groans and scrunched-up face and squinted eyes, hardly any pedestrians passing by us even noticed that my friend was having a self-induced orgasm right there in the front seat of my car. . . just as Kevin has said. Those few who glanced our way did so only briefly before looking ahead again and continuing the few steps further where they would either turn right or stop and wait for the ‘WALK’ sign to appear.

Only one young man noticed what was going on. He came to a stop was dressed in faded and tattered denim shorts – all the rage at that time - and a snow white, sleeveless T-shirt, high-topped sneakers and white tube socks with blue and red stripes encircling the top. He had a mop of curly, golden-blond hair and he bore an uncanny resemblance to a short, built, and horse-hung porn star of the eighties. He brought his skateboard to a fingernails-on-chalkboard halt behind the small crowd waiting at the intersection and right beside the open passenger window of my car. He stood there with one foot resting on his skateboard and glanced our way. It was obvious that he recognised the expression on Kevin’s face and the sounds he was making. A huge, bright smile split his well-tanned young face. “Right on, dude! Pecker on down!” he crowed as he gave us two thumbs up. “When ya gotta, ya gotta!”

‘When ya gotta, ya gotta.’ Carpe diem. Seize the day. Enjoy the moment. Take advantage of an opportunity. Pecker on down. It’s all the same thing, isn’t it? I remember wishing I had Kevin’s nerve. I had forgot how much fun that used to be. I guess I did grow up too soon.

To Be Concluded​

 

[sheep]

The porn star you are referring to is now married with a family. He was my favourite back then

 

[gsdx]

The porn star you are referring to is now married with a family. He was my favourite back then

The porn star I was referring to wasn't the one you're thinking of. Think 'avian'.

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
I guess we'll forgive you for making us wait another week - Wow!
That was "fun", lol.

I started to read this, then had to put the pc up for a bit.
It was a "hard" thing to do, let me tell you. lol

Thanks, again, my friend.