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Well, I guess "cousin Jesse" has gone and done what he threatened to do -- put our fucking story up online for the whole world to read about. I mean, he'd joked about outing us, especially after some of our hotter frotfucking sessions, but I never took him that seriously.
So last Monday when I let him borrow my laptop I happened to tell him about my account in the JUB forum, even going so far as giving him my logon info because I wanted him to check out some of my posts. Next thing I know I get the laptop back, log on to JUB, look under stories, and I see the tagline "RIVERFROT WITH CODY". I'm immediately drawn to it because stories about dick 2 dick sex are very rare anywhere on the web, especially if it's for free. And there it is, the story of our first sexual encounter up there as plain as day. And pretty accurate too; it happened only about two years ago, so the incident is relatively fresh in our minds. Oh, "Jesse" covered his tracks all right, changing our names and such just enough to fictionalize it. He did make up some of the dialogue -- you can't quote verbatim stuff that was said that long ago. He even put that note at the end saying it was really written by someone named "Sparky". I won't say which parts are actually true and which aren't, but enough of it rang true enough for me to instantly recognize it. It's a good thing he did change the names and places -- he'd be dead meat by now if he hadn't.
So if he's going to reveal something that intimate about us to the public, I guess I'll have to go him one better and say what happened after that. I'll keep the names "Cody" for me and "Jesse" for him since it started that way (I'd be pretty fucked up the butt if I gave our real names away -- Jessica, my fiance, would totally kill me). So, "Jesse", if you're reading this, I hope you really get off on it, because, as you know, what happened that first time is literally a picnic by the river compared to what happened next.
A few months passed before I saw Jesse again after that Memorial Day fuck by the river. By that time I'd graduated from school and moved into a place of my own. I started my Freshmen year at University (I'm not gonna say which) and had enough money from savings, grants and a sports scholarships so that I could live on my own and not in the dorms. All that first year Jesse was on my mind like a computer program that ran in the background -- not totally on the surface, but influencing everything I did and saw. Sometimes, though, that program would hijack things so that everything else would come to a halt and it would be the only thing I could see. Or do.
Jesse's first visit to my new apartment was about a month into my second semester. Mid-terms were crawling up on me, so I thought I'd only have enough time for a quick friendly visit from him. As it turned out, it wasn't nearly long enough.
"Hey, dude, I missed you. Whassup?" Jesse said after I let him through the door. Same old Jesse, with his buzz cut blond hair, and very masculine face and behavior. We hugged, as we always do when meeting up again, but this time I kinda thought he'd give me a kiss as well, after what happened by the river a few months ago. He didn't.
In fact, by the way he was acting you'd think nothing had happened between us at all. In spite of what he said in that post, I think we always knew that we were in love with each other -- of course we'd never call it that. That time by the river was the first time we'd acted out on our feelings, though. I had to play the part of the seducer that first time, and it looked like I'd have to play that part again. See, we're both pretty much in the closet. To give you a rough idea on how things stood between us, I'd say that I'm standing by the closet door (sometimes with my hand on the knob) and Jesse would be back behind the hangers. It's a pretty big closet, too.
"So, dude, I brought over some vids. Thought we'd watch them if you don't have anything better to do," Jesse said, taking out a few DVDs from his backpack.
"What are they, kung fu or ninja?" I asked, knowing that we shared a lot of the same tastes in movies.
"No, man, nothing like that. They're kinda . . . fleshier," he said, and by the look in his eye I knew exactly where he was going with this.
So it was my turn to play the part of the seduced after all.
"Porn?" I said, "Dogg, that's gotta be the oldest trick in the book!"
"For what?" Jesse asked, still feigning innocence. "No, dude, they're really good vids. Why don't you pull those curtains shut. Let's see, there's one called "Powertool", that's pretty old, though. Here's another one: "Bi Bi Baby." And here's "Cherry Bakes a Pie." What's this? "Ready to Drop Volume Four." Oh, and there's this: "Straight College Men". Dude, you oughtta find that one interesting. Like on a professional level, you know? I think it's about sports."
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, dogg, whatever you say." I was just wondering how long it would take him to bring out the bone.
Since it was my turn to play hard to get, I told him to put on "Ready to Drop." Gross. Really gross. Watching pregnant women in their eighth month having sex is the opposite of a turn on -- which is what I intended. Shit, he was the one to pick the vids in the first place, he'd have to work to finally get his bone on mine.
So we're sitting there being totally grossed out of our minds and limped dick. Jesse's lounging on the couch and I'm laying on the floor and we're giving each other these not so subtle furtive glances. It's obvious that we're a lot more turned on by each other than anything going up on that 32 inch video monitor.
"Dude, this is kinda boring, ya think?" Jesse said as pregnant Sal finally starts moaning like she can't decide whether she's giving birth or having an orgasm while her partner splashes her face with his cum.
"You're the one that picked it, Jesse."
"Yeah, I know. I thought it would be . . . kinda experimental . . . you know?"
"Right. It'd be interesting maybe if one of us were pre-med."
But that wasn't the type of interesting either of us wanted at the moment.
"Okay," Jesse said, "my bad. I'll put something else on -- and I get to choose this time."
So he got up and popped in "Straight College Men." Of course. We were watching these manly frat types -- who could very well be living in the next apartment -- get it on in a hottub. That's when Jesse started rubbing his crotch. Finally.
"See the way that frat guy is sucking on muscle dude's balls? It kinda reminds me of something," was Jesse's not so subtle hint.
"What are you talking about, dogg?" It was my turn to feign innocence. "You ever did that with a guy before, Jesse?"
"You fucker."
"Nah, I'm only asking, dude. I didn't mean to imply you were homo or anything." And I thought to myself with a video like that playing, who'd ever come to that conclusion?
Next thing I knew I was being rushed from behind by Jesse. He tackled me onto the floor and we started to horseplay wrestle each other like we'd done so many times before.
"You ever do that before, guy. Huh?" Jesse's voice was horse with lust. He was laying on top of me with his big hands on my shoulders to pin me down as he started to grind his crotch into mine. "You ever do that, Cody? Yeah. I'll bet you have. And you liked it too, didn't you? It got you off, made you fucking blow your hot nutsac, didn't it? Yeah. Oh fucking shit!" Panting now, he started grinding our crotches together even harder.
"Nah," I said, panting myself, "I never did that kinda shit. Except once. Some lame dumbass once raped me by the river. I'd almost forgotten about it, though. UH!"
Jesse hit me hard on the crotch with his to shut me up. "Oh yeah, I'll give you some rape, queerfuck! You want me to rape your dick with mine? Huh? Yeah, I know you do, you cute little fuckwad!"
He cut to the chase right there and planted a hard kiss on my mouth. After some intense wild lip rubbing he pried my closed mouth open with his tongue and started up a fierce tongue wrestling match. I remembered how hot his tongue could be on mine, and right now it was scorching. Our muffled moaning made us sound as if were both getting our asses fried in hot oil.
We were kissing hard like that for a long time, I don't know how long, we'd both lost any sense of time, when we rolled over and Jesse started to slap my butt. He slapped hard and I went "MMPH! MMPH!" on each loud slap with my mouth clamped down on his. Then he tried to pull my khaki shorts down, but he couldn't do it since my belt was buckled tight. The big hardon in my shorts wasn't helping, either. He struggle on anyway, and in his lust urge he managed to get my shorts down to my hips, stopping at my pubes.
I broke off our liplock. "What are you doing, you little queer? Are you trying to pull off my shorts? You wanna see my dick, you little fag? You wanna see how hard it is?"
Jesse broke his clinch on me and stood up. "No, you little fucker," he said, glaring down at me. "I want you to see how hard my big dick is." He hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled down both his jeans and shorts around his ankles and off. Then he just stood there with his thick nine inch schlong bobbing up and down at me. "Why don't you come here and see what's making it so hard!"
I didn't need much pursuading. I got up and started undoing my belt when Jesse suddenly turned around and bent over.
"Little fucker, 'almost forgotten about it', huh?" Jesse said from behind his rounded ass, "You can kiss my butt if that's how you're gonna be. Come on! Pucker up! And after that you can explore what's inside."
At first I was at a lost at what to do next. Was he being serious? I sure as hell hadn't done anything like that before. I'd heard about people sticking their tongues up each other's asses, but always thought the barf factor would be too strong for me to try it. So I made my mind up, quickly pulled off my shorts, went up to him and touched his butt -- only with my swollen purple cock instead of my mouth. I began rubbing my dick against his crack when he swung his arms around, hands clamped down on my own rear end and held it tight so that I couldn't move anymore.
"Hey! Dude, you deaf or something? I said kiss it! What's wrong? You too much of a pussy to lick my schute?"
After considering it for a moment, I decided to humor him. Just to find out what it was all about. Besides, that hairless, meaty white ass bent over just a few inches from my face was starting to look awfully hot to me. I got on my knees and started nuzzling my face against Jesse's ass, making love to it, which started to turn Jesse on because he started in on moaning. I was almost afraid that he'd ruin it and cut one into my face as a joke, but I guess he didn't have it in him, he just nuzzled his butt back into my face. Then I took one of his lower cheeks into my mouth, just feeling that sweet skin rolling around on my tongue. I worked my way towards the center, kneading his assflesh with my mouth. Finally I got to the hole. I stopped there and stared. I'd never been this close to someone's asshole before. It was purple, puckered, and, as far as I could tell, pretty clean.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Jesse said impatiently, caught up in his own rut, "Enjoying the view? Get on with it."
So I plunged my tongue up his asshole without giving myself time to think about it. My tongue explored Jesse fuck hole while he kept on moaning, then I spread his cheecks with my hands so that I could get in there further. This rimming thing was a lot hotter than I'd ever thought it could be!
"Fuck yeah!" Jesse moaned, "Shit, that feels good. Tongue fuck me, you little bastard! Goddamn fuck!!!"
I reached around and grabbed Jesse's hard prick, which was already leaking loads of precum. When I started lubing his cock with his precum the shock of it was intense -- he went "HUH!" and bucked his butt against my face so hard I fell back onto the carpet. I got back up, grabbed his cock again and started a nice slick jerk off -- the sound of it alone was turning me on so much I didn't need to touch myself.
I was just about to plunge my tongue back into his asshole when he put his hand over mine.
"Dude, stop, STOP!" he pleaded, "I don't wanna cum yet."
On hearing this, I stood up, pulled him up with me and spun him around so that we were face to face again.
"Didn't know you liked getting stuffed up the butt like that, dogg," I taunted him, breathing on him so that he could smell his own ass. "You like smelling your butthole on my breath?"
"Fuck, dude, I told you that I like to sniff my finger after putting it up my hole. You know I like to smell myself. And smelling me on your tongue, that's really hot."
And to prove it he plunged his tongue into my mouth once again, kissing me as if his life depended on it. His hands were going through my hair, while mine went back to his asscrack where I stuck my middle finger up his hole. It responded by clamping down on my finger tight. Once I got a taste of that hot fuckhole of his I couldn't get enough of it! All the while our dicks started grinding on each other, reunited in the flesh at last. The sheer hotness of it was too intense for either of us, and before too long we broke off with the mutual silent understanding that it was too soon for either of us to climax. We wanted this to last as long as we could make it.
The video had been running on all this time. On screen one of the straight frat guys by the hottub was saying drunkenly, "spread my cheeks, spread my cheeks," and another one was saying, "wait a minute, dude, I need a condom." Authentic fratboy behavior.
I went to the TV and turned it off. Then I came back to Jesse, put my arms around him and give him a good passionate kiss. I'm sure the look in my eye gave away how I felt about him.
"Come on," I whispered to him, "let's take it to the bedroom."
We went into the bedroom and I headed towards the bed without bothering to turn on the lights. Jesse turned them on for me. I guess he wanted to get a good look at me while we did it.
Then he came up behind me, kissing me on the neck and nuzzling his dick up my crack.
"My turn to explore your butt hole, dude,' he said softly into my ear. I thought he meant to go down and stick his tongue up my butthole, as I'd done to him, but he kept on nudging my butt with his dick. I could tell he's getting hotter and hotter and his dick is getting closer to my hole and
Shit, someone's coming through the door. I told Jessica to come by earlier this evening, so I'm sure it must be her. I need to log off fast before she sees any of this. I'll try to get back to the story as soon as I can.
So last Monday when I let him borrow my laptop I happened to tell him about my account in the JUB forum, even going so far as giving him my logon info because I wanted him to check out some of my posts. Next thing I know I get the laptop back, log on to JUB, look under stories, and I see the tagline "RIVERFROT WITH CODY". I'm immediately drawn to it because stories about dick 2 dick sex are very rare anywhere on the web, especially if it's for free. And there it is, the story of our first sexual encounter up there as plain as day. And pretty accurate too; it happened only about two years ago, so the incident is relatively fresh in our minds. Oh, "Jesse" covered his tracks all right, changing our names and such just enough to fictionalize it. He did make up some of the dialogue -- you can't quote verbatim stuff that was said that long ago. He even put that note at the end saying it was really written by someone named "Sparky". I won't say which parts are actually true and which aren't, but enough of it rang true enough for me to instantly recognize it. It's a good thing he did change the names and places -- he'd be dead meat by now if he hadn't.
So if he's going to reveal something that intimate about us to the public, I guess I'll have to go him one better and say what happened after that. I'll keep the names "Cody" for me and "Jesse" for him since it started that way (I'd be pretty fucked up the butt if I gave our real names away -- Jessica, my fiance, would totally kill me). So, "Jesse", if you're reading this, I hope you really get off on it, because, as you know, what happened that first time is literally a picnic by the river compared to what happened next.
A few months passed before I saw Jesse again after that Memorial Day fuck by the river. By that time I'd graduated from school and moved into a place of my own. I started my Freshmen year at University (I'm not gonna say which) and had enough money from savings, grants and a sports scholarships so that I could live on my own and not in the dorms. All that first year Jesse was on my mind like a computer program that ran in the background -- not totally on the surface, but influencing everything I did and saw. Sometimes, though, that program would hijack things so that everything else would come to a halt and it would be the only thing I could see. Or do.
Jesse's first visit to my new apartment was about a month into my second semester. Mid-terms were crawling up on me, so I thought I'd only have enough time for a quick friendly visit from him. As it turned out, it wasn't nearly long enough.
"Hey, dude, I missed you. Whassup?" Jesse said after I let him through the door. Same old Jesse, with his buzz cut blond hair, and very masculine face and behavior. We hugged, as we always do when meeting up again, but this time I kinda thought he'd give me a kiss as well, after what happened by the river a few months ago. He didn't.
In fact, by the way he was acting you'd think nothing had happened between us at all. In spite of what he said in that post, I think we always knew that we were in love with each other -- of course we'd never call it that. That time by the river was the first time we'd acted out on our feelings, though. I had to play the part of the seducer that first time, and it looked like I'd have to play that part again. See, we're both pretty much in the closet. To give you a rough idea on how things stood between us, I'd say that I'm standing by the closet door (sometimes with my hand on the knob) and Jesse would be back behind the hangers. It's a pretty big closet, too.
"So, dude, I brought over some vids. Thought we'd watch them if you don't have anything better to do," Jesse said, taking out a few DVDs from his backpack.
"What are they, kung fu or ninja?" I asked, knowing that we shared a lot of the same tastes in movies.
"No, man, nothing like that. They're kinda . . . fleshier," he said, and by the look in his eye I knew exactly where he was going with this.
So it was my turn to play the part of the seduced after all.
"Porn?" I said, "Dogg, that's gotta be the oldest trick in the book!"
"For what?" Jesse asked, still feigning innocence. "No, dude, they're really good vids. Why don't you pull those curtains shut. Let's see, there's one called "Powertool", that's pretty old, though. Here's another one: "Bi Bi Baby." And here's "Cherry Bakes a Pie." What's this? "Ready to Drop Volume Four." Oh, and there's this: "Straight College Men". Dude, you oughtta find that one interesting. Like on a professional level, you know? I think it's about sports."
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, dogg, whatever you say." I was just wondering how long it would take him to bring out the bone.
Since it was my turn to play hard to get, I told him to put on "Ready to Drop." Gross. Really gross. Watching pregnant women in their eighth month having sex is the opposite of a turn on -- which is what I intended. Shit, he was the one to pick the vids in the first place, he'd have to work to finally get his bone on mine.
So we're sitting there being totally grossed out of our minds and limped dick. Jesse's lounging on the couch and I'm laying on the floor and we're giving each other these not so subtle furtive glances. It's obvious that we're a lot more turned on by each other than anything going up on that 32 inch video monitor.
"Dude, this is kinda boring, ya think?" Jesse said as pregnant Sal finally starts moaning like she can't decide whether she's giving birth or having an orgasm while her partner splashes her face with his cum.
"You're the one that picked it, Jesse."
"Yeah, I know. I thought it would be . . . kinda experimental . . . you know?"
"Right. It'd be interesting maybe if one of us were pre-med."
But that wasn't the type of interesting either of us wanted at the moment.
"Okay," Jesse said, "my bad. I'll put something else on -- and I get to choose this time."
So he got up and popped in "Straight College Men." Of course. We were watching these manly frat types -- who could very well be living in the next apartment -- get it on in a hottub. That's when Jesse started rubbing his crotch. Finally.
"See the way that frat guy is sucking on muscle dude's balls? It kinda reminds me of something," was Jesse's not so subtle hint.
"What are you talking about, dogg?" It was my turn to feign innocence. "You ever did that with a guy before, Jesse?"
"You fucker."
"Nah, I'm only asking, dude. I didn't mean to imply you were homo or anything." And I thought to myself with a video like that playing, who'd ever come to that conclusion?
Next thing I knew I was being rushed from behind by Jesse. He tackled me onto the floor and we started to horseplay wrestle each other like we'd done so many times before.
"You ever do that before, guy. Huh?" Jesse's voice was horse with lust. He was laying on top of me with his big hands on my shoulders to pin me down as he started to grind his crotch into mine. "You ever do that, Cody? Yeah. I'll bet you have. And you liked it too, didn't you? It got you off, made you fucking blow your hot nutsac, didn't it? Yeah. Oh fucking shit!" Panting now, he started grinding our crotches together even harder.
"Nah," I said, panting myself, "I never did that kinda shit. Except once. Some lame dumbass once raped me by the river. I'd almost forgotten about it, though. UH!"
Jesse hit me hard on the crotch with his to shut me up. "Oh yeah, I'll give you some rape, queerfuck! You want me to rape your dick with mine? Huh? Yeah, I know you do, you cute little fuckwad!"
He cut to the chase right there and planted a hard kiss on my mouth. After some intense wild lip rubbing he pried my closed mouth open with his tongue and started up a fierce tongue wrestling match. I remembered how hot his tongue could be on mine, and right now it was scorching. Our muffled moaning made us sound as if were both getting our asses fried in hot oil.
We were kissing hard like that for a long time, I don't know how long, we'd both lost any sense of time, when we rolled over and Jesse started to slap my butt. He slapped hard and I went "MMPH! MMPH!" on each loud slap with my mouth clamped down on his. Then he tried to pull my khaki shorts down, but he couldn't do it since my belt was buckled tight. The big hardon in my shorts wasn't helping, either. He struggle on anyway, and in his lust urge he managed to get my shorts down to my hips, stopping at my pubes.
I broke off our liplock. "What are you doing, you little queer? Are you trying to pull off my shorts? You wanna see my dick, you little fag? You wanna see how hard it is?"
Jesse broke his clinch on me and stood up. "No, you little fucker," he said, glaring down at me. "I want you to see how hard my big dick is." He hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled down both his jeans and shorts around his ankles and off. Then he just stood there with his thick nine inch schlong bobbing up and down at me. "Why don't you come here and see what's making it so hard!"
I didn't need much pursuading. I got up and started undoing my belt when Jesse suddenly turned around and bent over.
"Little fucker, 'almost forgotten about it', huh?" Jesse said from behind his rounded ass, "You can kiss my butt if that's how you're gonna be. Come on! Pucker up! And after that you can explore what's inside."
At first I was at a lost at what to do next. Was he being serious? I sure as hell hadn't done anything like that before. I'd heard about people sticking their tongues up each other's asses, but always thought the barf factor would be too strong for me to try it. So I made my mind up, quickly pulled off my shorts, went up to him and touched his butt -- only with my swollen purple cock instead of my mouth. I began rubbing my dick against his crack when he swung his arms around, hands clamped down on my own rear end and held it tight so that I couldn't move anymore.
"Hey! Dude, you deaf or something? I said kiss it! What's wrong? You too much of a pussy to lick my schute?"
After considering it for a moment, I decided to humor him. Just to find out what it was all about. Besides, that hairless, meaty white ass bent over just a few inches from my face was starting to look awfully hot to me. I got on my knees and started nuzzling my face against Jesse's ass, making love to it, which started to turn Jesse on because he started in on moaning. I was almost afraid that he'd ruin it and cut one into my face as a joke, but I guess he didn't have it in him, he just nuzzled his butt back into my face. Then I took one of his lower cheeks into my mouth, just feeling that sweet skin rolling around on my tongue. I worked my way towards the center, kneading his assflesh with my mouth. Finally I got to the hole. I stopped there and stared. I'd never been this close to someone's asshole before. It was purple, puckered, and, as far as I could tell, pretty clean.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Jesse said impatiently, caught up in his own rut, "Enjoying the view? Get on with it."
So I plunged my tongue up his asshole without giving myself time to think about it. My tongue explored Jesse fuck hole while he kept on moaning, then I spread his cheecks with my hands so that I could get in there further. This rimming thing was a lot hotter than I'd ever thought it could be!
"Fuck yeah!" Jesse moaned, "Shit, that feels good. Tongue fuck me, you little bastard! Goddamn fuck!!!"
I reached around and grabbed Jesse's hard prick, which was already leaking loads of precum. When I started lubing his cock with his precum the shock of it was intense -- he went "HUH!" and bucked his butt against my face so hard I fell back onto the carpet. I got back up, grabbed his cock again and started a nice slick jerk off -- the sound of it alone was turning me on so much I didn't need to touch myself.
I was just about to plunge my tongue back into his asshole when he put his hand over mine.
"Dude, stop, STOP!" he pleaded, "I don't wanna cum yet."
On hearing this, I stood up, pulled him up with me and spun him around so that we were face to face again.
"Didn't know you liked getting stuffed up the butt like that, dogg," I taunted him, breathing on him so that he could smell his own ass. "You like smelling your butthole on my breath?"
"Fuck, dude, I told you that I like to sniff my finger after putting it up my hole. You know I like to smell myself. And smelling me on your tongue, that's really hot."
And to prove it he plunged his tongue into my mouth once again, kissing me as if his life depended on it. His hands were going through my hair, while mine went back to his asscrack where I stuck my middle finger up his hole. It responded by clamping down on my finger tight. Once I got a taste of that hot fuckhole of his I couldn't get enough of it! All the while our dicks started grinding on each other, reunited in the flesh at last. The sheer hotness of it was too intense for either of us, and before too long we broke off with the mutual silent understanding that it was too soon for either of us to climax. We wanted this to last as long as we could make it.
The video had been running on all this time. On screen one of the straight frat guys by the hottub was saying drunkenly, "spread my cheeks, spread my cheeks," and another one was saying, "wait a minute, dude, I need a condom." Authentic fratboy behavior.
I went to the TV and turned it off. Then I came back to Jesse, put my arms around him and give him a good passionate kiss. I'm sure the look in my eye gave away how I felt about him.
"Come on," I whispered to him, "let's take it to the bedroom."
We went into the bedroom and I headed towards the bed without bothering to turn on the lights. Jesse turned them on for me. I guess he wanted to get a good look at me while we did it.
Then he came up behind me, kissing me on the neck and nuzzling his dick up my crack.
"My turn to explore your butt hole, dude,' he said softly into my ear. I thought he meant to go down and stick his tongue up my butthole, as I'd done to him, but he kept on nudging my butt with his dick. I could tell he's getting hotter and hotter and his dick is getting closer to my hole and
Shit, someone's coming through the door. I told Jessica to come by earlier this evening, so I'm sure it must be her. I need to log off fast before she sees any of this. I'll try to get back to the story as soon as I can.
