Mount Clash

[tobymerwin]

Growing up, my best friend was a kid named Clay. We lived in a fairly remote area in Pennsylvania. Our parents lived on large wooded parcels of land that neighbored each other on a hillside north of Greensburg. We named the hill, “Mount Clash.” It was a combination of our names, Clay and Josh.

We had what I guess you could call a traditional childhood. We spent a lot of time in the woods hunting, camping and fishing. It was a simple life, but it was a great life. That’s why we still return to Clash every chance we get.

Clay’s dad died during our senior year of high school. He and his mother were crushed. His mom couldn’t stand the thought of living in the same home, so when Clay left for college, she divided the property and sold it off. She was able to make enough money to retire and move to Pittsburgh. But, she made sure to deed ten acres of the land to Clay, because she knew he loved it there.

My parents divorced that same year. As part of the settlement, they divided up their land, sold it, split the profits and went their separate ways. They, too, deeded me ten acres adjacent to Clay’s parcel. As my mom put it, “You shouldn’t have to give up your childhood memories just because dad and I couldn’t make things work out.”

Although we got our land through loss and tragedy, we still loved it. It was part of our childhood. It’s where we built forts, played cowboys and Indians and caught frogs at the stream. The land made us best friends and now it would keep us that way.

Clay went off to college and I went to work managing a popular bar and grill in Greensburg. I lived in an apartment there, so on weekends I spent time on Clash. I built a small cabin to use as a weekend getaway and a place to spend my vacation time.

Clay and I agreed that we’d meet back on Clash whenever we could. We chose two weeks in July to go to the land and do some brush clearing, fishing, and, of course, partying. Our first summer at Clash was all work. My cabin was incomplete - it still needed electrical and plumbing work. So, that’s how we spent our first July return to Clash. It was worth it, though. Now, we had a place to go every summer, complete with electricity and indoor plumbing . We were 19 years old and pretty proud of ourselves….but we still acted like we were kids building a fort.

I talked to Clay quite often throughout the year. We talked about Mt. Clash, our lives, girlfriends, jobs and everything else. Clay would even spill the beans about a guy or two with whom he had encountered. He was a bisexual wild man, but I was ok with it. I figured if it feels good, do it.

As the following July approached, we started making plans for vacation time on Clash. As a welcome home present for Clay, I arranged for a couple of hot chicks from the bar to join us at the cabin for drinks on his first night back. I called and told him to be ready. I was looking forward to hanging out with my best friend, our dates, and having a good time. But this fast-paced night turned out to be an unexpected mind-blower.

I arrived at the cabin just after dark on Friday night. Clay had already been inside, listening to his iPod and setting up his cot. I got a campfire going and went in to ask him if he wanted to come out for a while, but I stopped just inside the doorway. I couldn’t speak. I was at a loss for words. There was Clay, on his back, on his cot, shirtless, barefoot and wearing a pair of board shorts. I had never looked at a guy this way before and never thought of guys as attractive. But he looked absolutely stunning - almost as if he was a model posing for a spread.

Clay had let his sun-bleached, light brown hair grow and it was draped across his shoulders. His torso was tanned and more defined than I had ever realized. His chest was hairless, but his six pack abs sported a light trail of brown hair that disappeared into his shorts. His legs were covered with light brown hair that looked soft, unlike the typical stiff, curly stuff. His hands were clasped behind his head exposing thickets of equally soft-looking light brown hair under his arms. I knew I was pretty good looking, but I suddenly realized that my best friend had the edge. For the first time, I was aroused by another guy.

 

[62624rd]

u have me hooked, great start so far

 

[tobymerwin]

“Hey, Joshua. What’s the matter?" he asked, snapping me out of my trance.

“Uh, nothing,” I muttered. “Welcome home. You wanna come out by the fire for a bit.”

“Are the ladies out there?" he asked with anticipation.

“Nope. I waited around after work and they never showed,” I replied.

“Shit!" Clay exclaimed, putting his hands to his face. “I already popped a Viagra.”

“What the hell do you need Viagra for?" I asked, puzzled.

“I don’t need it. I just wanted to try it. I brought one for you, too,” he said as he grabbed his backpack and tossed it to me. “I picked up rubbers, too. The Magnums are for you.”

I was flattered, but a bit embarrassed by my buddy’s opinion of my endowment. “Regular Trojans would’ve been fine, man,” I mumbled.

“Whatever. I remember the Tiffany story. Two years ago. Remember? The whole school called you donkey dick,” Clay said with a hearty laugh. “What’s it like to be a three-legged legend, big boy?”

“I think the Viagra is messing you up, dude,” I snapped.

“Maybe, but according to Tiff, you weren‘t going near her with that thing,” Clay said as he reached into the cooler and tossed me a can of beer.

“So this is why you’re acting so screwed up. You ARE screwed up. Grab the cooler and get out here by the fire,” I said as I headed outside.

Clay grabbed his t-shirt and the cooler and took his place on the tree stump next to mine. “So how many of those have you had?” I asked.

“A few. Another good reason for the Viagra, if I would‘ve had use for it,” Clay giggled.

“Well hand me another can if there’s any left,” I demanded with a smirk.

I took another beer from Clay, grabbed the other Viagra tablet from the backpack and swallowed it with a swig of the brew. “Dude! What the hell are you doing?” Clay asked with a puzzled look.

“I just wanna see what all the hype is about. Is it doing anything for you?” I asked.

“I haven’t noticed anything, but I took it just before you got here. A couple guys I know on campus take them when they’re out partying all night. Helps ‘em get it up when they’re drunk. They say it kicks in after about 20 minutes,” he answered.

“Seriously, man, Tiffany said when she jerked you off she couldn‘t get her hand half-way around your cock. What’s it like?” With this, I knew Clay was serious, if only in a drunken way.

“It‘s a dick. It‘s above average, but it‘s still just a dick. And it was embarrassing having people yell, “Hey donkey dick, how‘s it hanging?” as I walked to my mom‘s car after baseball practice! I‘m above average, but it‘s not a big, mammoth deal!” I retorted.

“Maybe so, but according to the Tiffany legend, you’re as big around as this can,” he said as he guzzled the last drop of his beer and tossed me the empty can. “Here, hold it up to that. I wanna see if it‘s true.”

By that time I was buzzed and my dick was getting stiff from the pill and Clay’s talk about Tiffany, so I stood up, dropped my shorts and held my dick against the empty beer can.

“Holy, fuck, dude. It is true. That shit is huge! That is one thick dick!” Clay exclaimed.

“I think the Viagra is just making it bigger than usual. It’s hard as hell,” I responded.
“I know. It’s working on me, too. Let me see the can,” Clay requested. I handed the beer can to him while he unbuttoned his shorts. He dropped his shorts and his cock sprung out violently. “Shit, it’s hard as hell,” he gasped.

There we were. Best friends in the dark woods, lit only by the glow of a campfire, standing with our shorts around our ankles. “Shameful. No comparison,” Clay mumbled.

“You’re more than average. I think it looks pretty good.” I said it as a compliment, but immediately wondered if it sounded a little weird.

Clay didn’t say a word in response. He simply took a few steps toward me until we were face to face. He reached down and held his hard-on next to mine. “Wow,” he whispered as he stared at the two cocks side-by-side. “Look at this shit, man.”

I looked down as Clay positioned his against mine. His was almost as long as mine, maybe seven and a half to my eight-inches. He was right, though - there was little comparison when it came to girth.

Clay let go of his rock-hard cock and gently put his hand on mine. “I just wanna feel it for a second.” The palm of his hand was on the underside of my dick as he slowly closed his hand around it. “Fuck, man. It’s fat. Can I stroke it a little?”

I was in complete shock. I never thought Clay and I would be doing something like this. As I think about it now, though, maybe it was only a matter of time. His tales about being with guys at college almost seemed as though he was trying to see if I would take the bait. After seeing him in his pose on the cot earlier that night, I realized I might be ready to take the hook, the line and the sinker, too.

 

[Craiger]

Oh boy! I love camping and fireside stories......lol Particularly when two hot guys are involved. Sounds like their experiment with Viagra is going to show positive results.....

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

A very interesting start but did it need Viagra to get two young men up and ready for action? We can now say that Mount Clash is a heavily wooded area!

Looking forward to some more

 

[tobymerwin]

“Yeah, but let’s go inside and do it,” I answered. As we entered the cabin, Clay took his t-shirt back off, exposing the body I was admiring earlier. “Wow,” I mistakenly said out loud.

“I’ve been working on it,” Clay said with a wide smile. I complimented with, “It shows.”

I laid down on my cot and Clay knelt down next to it and began stroking gently. With slight hesitation, I reached toward his crotch, where his hard shaft was pointing straight toward his six pack. As I wrapped my hand around the throbbing shaft, Clay glanced at me and whimpered with a smiled. That look sent a wave of desire through me and I lost all control.

I reached over and grabbed my best friend and pulled him onto me. My arms wrapped him tightly as I held him against my body. Both of us froze, gazing into the eyes of each other. “What are we doing?” I whispered. “Let’s find out,” was all Clay said before he planted a gentle kiss on my neck and collapsed into a tight hug overtop of me.

Clay began to slowly grind his crotch against mine. The sensation of our hard cocks rubbing against each other was amazing. I broke up our embrace and pushed Clay’s upper body up so I could look at the lean, toned beauty. The light of the campfire cast a glow across his firm, smooth chest. As he held himself up with his hands on my cot, the light illuminated the thickets of exposed armpit hair. I slowly ran my hands up his arms, over his biceps, to his shoulders, then down his chest. I ran each hand up and down his sides and up into his armpits, where I playfully twirled the long, soft hairs with my fingers. Clay let out a gasp as he started pressing his crotch harder and faster into mine.

With Clay pushing his cock against mine, while I played with the hair under his arms, my dick spewed forth a tidal wave of precum. I don’t remember ever feeling that much come out all at once. Clay stopped moving, assuming I had cum. Looking down toward my belly button, though, he realized it was a huge amount of my dick’s natural lube. He looked back at my face, wide-eyed, and simply mouthed the word, “Wow.”

He slid down quickly and took a closer look at the stream of precum my cock deposited along my trail. I watched in amazement as he lowered his head and began lopping it up. “Mmmm,” was the only sound I was able to make. Clay lifted himself up and said, “I lick mine all the time. Here, try some.” He lowered his face to mine and pressed his half open mouth against my lips. I opened up to allow his tongue in and we began swirling the slick liquid around with our tongues.

As our slippery kiss came to an end, Clay raised his head slightly and kissed my cheek. His soft kisses continued as he descended to my chest, abs and trail. Then, with a moan, he wrapped his lips around the head of my rock-hard dick. “Oh my God,” I nearly yelled. In response, he lifted his head and said, “I suck mine all the time.”

Astonished and surprised, I asked, “You suck your own dick?" He answered with, “Mmm-hmm,” as he put my pulsating rod back into his mouth. He took in another inch or two, then pulled off quickly. With a slight gasp, he quietly said, “Big.” With that, I felt another load of precum discharge from deep within. Clay let out a loud moan and forced more of my fat dick into his mouth.

I was in awe as I stared toward my groin and watched my best friend gasp and grunt as his head bobbed up and down on my aching shaft. I could feel the tip of my dick skim the back of his throat as his mouth stretched outward. Clay grabbed the remainder of my shaft with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. He stroked the bottom half of my ever-thickening tool, while his mouth engulfed the upper half. It was pure ecstasy.

I reached down and ran both hands through Clay’s long hair. His head continued its up and down movement as I pulled his hair back as if to put it in a ponytail. I held the soft locks in that position and gently pulled each time his head came up. He let out a louder moan with each pull.

After about fifteen minutes, Clay raised his head with a gasping slurp. He continued stroking me as he looked into my eyes and said, “Fuck, man. You’re a jawbreaker. I need a break from it.” He pulled the sleeping bag from his cot to the floor and laid back on it, his cock jumping with every beat of his heart. I had just begun to move in to suck him, when he suddenly raised his legs into the air and threw them over his head, resting his knees on the floor next to his ears. With one gulp, he had half of his own dick in his mouth. Normally, I would have thought such a contortion was unattractive. But when he did it, it was eye-catching. His long, hairy legs were over his head, his tight, smooth ass up in the air and his lips smacking on his long dick. It was incredible how much of it he could get in his mouth.

 

[Craiger]

OMG, Tobymerwin, I feel the palpitations in my breast.... and the glowing fire in my groin........lol If only I could be a tiny critter in that room watching the beginnings of an erotic evening. Keep up the excellent writing.

Craiger

 

[tobymerwin]

As I watched him service himself in amazement, I ran my hands over his legs, just to feel the long, soft hairs that covered them. As I ran my hand all the way up the back of his upper thigh, I noticed his full balls hanging toward his face. I gently cupped his clean-shaven sack and began to caress its contents. A loud moan escaped from Clay’s full mouth and he began sucking and stroking vigorously. I crouched down low enough to squeeze my face between is knees and joined him as he worked himself. My tongue ran across his lips and his cock at the same time and soon he was breathing hard and moaning with intensity. Within seconds, I felt his dick begin to twitch and spasm. I was able to feel load after powerful load of semen as it shot through his shaft and into his mouth.

Clay couldn’t accommodate all the cum that flooded into his mouth and it began pouring from his lips and onto my tongue. I had never had cum in my mouth, and would have probably found it revolting, had it not been coming from him in this unbelievable situation.

As his intense orgasm subsided, Clay slowly lowered his legs back down, allowing his neck and back to adjust to a normal position. I had raised back up onto my knees and just sat there staring at the site of his perfect body. His chest and abs were heaving with every breath he took. I looked toward his face and found him gazing at mine, too. He had cum running from his lips and down the side of his face, yet his adam‘s apple continued to bob as he tried to swallow what was left in his mouth and throat. I put my hand to his cheek and rubbed off a river of semen. His dick was still quite hard and looked thicker now that it wasn’t at full mast. I reached for it and, using his ejaculate as lube, began stroking him. He was soon back to a rock-hard state of arousal. “Must be that little blue pill,” he said with a broad grin.

“That was amazing,” I said as I watched his cum seep between my fingers with each stroke.

“You’ve never tried it?" Clay asked. “Your dick’s longer than mine, so you should be able to do it.”

I had tried a few times, but never got more than the very tip to my lips. “I’m not flexible enough,” I answered.

“You have to go slow until your body adjusts. You’re athletic. I know you can do it. I’ll help you out.” As he was saying this, Clay was positioning me onto my stomach, which I thought was not going to help at all. “I’ll loosen you up.”

He climbed on top of me and took a seat with his ass resting on mine. I could feel his warm balls as they rested on my tailbone. Clay leaned forward just enough to reach my neck and upper back, then began massaging to loosen me up. As he did so, I could feel is hard dick on my back. With each rubbing motion of his hands on my upper back, his cock massaged my lower back. “Ah, that feels good,” I said with a whimper. “For me, too,” he laughed as he reached down, grabbed his dick and slapped me on the back with it.

Clay gave me a good rub-down for about ten minutes, then told me to roll onto my back. I turned over quickly, causing my hard-on to slap hard against my stomach. He giggled at the cock-slapping sound as he bent my knees and pulled them up. Very slowly, he pushed my knees farther and farther toward my face. Then he would stop, lower them a bit, and then push back up. After a bit of this work-out, I was almost folded in half. With each gentle push, I could see my dripping dick getting closer to my face. Within a few more minutes, the head was brushing against my lips. Clay was watching from above to monitor my progress. After a couple more pushes, he said, “Open wide.” With one final push, I had my own cock in my mouth.

Clay positioned himself so he could watch as I entered my own mouth. He carefully rocked me back and forth, until I was completely relaxed and adjusted, then he laid his head down to watch as I bathed my cock with my own saliva. “Dude, it’s stretching your mouth!” he said excitedly. I began to slurp more aggressively. “Oh yeah, suck that fat fucker. Take it in. Take it deeper. Deeper! Make yourself gag on that big cock!” His demands sent a shock-wave through my balls and a river of precum over my tongue. I couldn’t believe the feeling as I crammed more and more of my own meat into my hot mouth. “Keep sucking that thing, man,” he said as he positioned himself over my raised ass.

He began caressing my legs as I had done to his, then cupped my balls and rolled them gently around. Then, I felt his warm mouth as he sucked them in one at a time. Clay had my entire sack in his mouth, sucking and tonguing each swollen occupant. As he let out a combination of moans and a hums, he reached over, under and wrapped his hand around my shaft and began stroking furiously. I joined him in his sounds of ecstasy.

As Clay felt me tensing, he lifted his mouth off my balls and slowly pulled my knees back down. My dick exited my mouth with a loud slurp. “I didn’t cum yet,” I said as I lay, once again, on my back. “Yeah, I know. I said you gotta go slow at first. You’ll be sore in the morning,” he explained. “My jaws are sore now,” I laughed. Clay smiled and said, “I told you it was a fat fucker. It‘s a living legend!”

Once on my back, Clay grabbed my wet, throbbing dick. “Goddamn, the bitch is hard as a rock, and the fucking Viagra made it even bigger.” He began stroking me wildly, just staring at my swollen cock. “Son-of-a-bitch, it’s huge. Look at this thing. You really need to fucking do porn. I’ll be your agent. We’ll get rich!” We both laughed, but Clay’s eyes never left my dick. “This is serious shit. It’s gonna take more work.” With that, he wrapped his other hand around me and, together, his hands were jerking the boiling slab.

 

[tobymerwin]

Then Clay decided to get creative.

“Get up on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

“What?" I asked with concern.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna fuck your ass. I got an idea,” his words faded slightly as he hurried outside to retrieve the backpack we left by the fire. When he came back, he rustled through the bag and pulled out a bottle of lube. “I’m gonna milk you. Get up on all fours!" he demanded again.

I did as I was told, not quite sure what was about to happen. I nervously turned my head around to see what he was doing behind me as I got into position. Clay had poured an enormous amount of the slippery goo into the palm of one hand, then rubbed both hands together. He moved closer to my rear end on his knees and reached between my legs. He grabbed my cock at the base and with his hand wrapped around the shaft, slowly pulled all the way down and over the sensitive tip. Immediately, his other lubed hand glided down the shaft the same way, then the other hand, and so on, until he reached a hand-over-fist milking rhythm. “Holy fuck!" was all I could say.

Clay was now sitting so he could watch his handy work with pride. Before long he was, again, expressing his thoughts out loud. “Jesus Christ! The fucking thing goes half way to your knees! And my fingers don’t touch! I’d give anything to have a dick like yours. Fuck! You should feel the heat coming from it, dude. It’s gonna explode!” He began squeezing harder as he continued the milking action, forcing more blood into the already engorged tissue. “Fucking massive. That’s all I can say, man. Just fucking massive! The fucking thing is a goddamned monster!” I had never heard Clay use so much profanity in such a short period of time. But, it was an ego booster - and a huge turn-on.

 

[Craiger]

Lordy!!!! Maybe I need to get some of those little blue pills. A very erotic set of chapters, Toby. I think both are going to be sore in the morning. lol

Craiger

 

[tobymerwin]

I glanced at the bottle of lube on the floor and grabbed it. “What are you doing?" Clay asked.

“It’s your turn. Get up on all fours! You can finish me off later,” I answered.

Clay followed my orders as I lubed my hands and positioned myself, just as he had. I reached down and began milking his pretty dick, but using only my index finger and thumb, and a tight grasp. “I’m gonna make you swell - make it nice and fat. Then you’ll see how big you are, too.”

I used the jelq technique myself to gain some girth and it worked pretty well. I worked my magic on my lean muscular friend for what seemed like an hour. I could feel him swell more and more as I forced blood into the caverns of his long shaft. I continued until my finger could barely reach my thumb. “Ok, take a look.”

Clay sat up on his knees and looked down. “Damn! It’s thick. Holy fuck, I have a fat dick!" he said like a child on Christmas morning. Then he got a worried look on his face. “What does this all mean? I mean, you know, what we’re doing,” he asked .

Thinking for a moment, I looked into Clay’s eyes and said, “I don’t know about you, but I think we’re two close friends making each other feel good. And I say if feels good, do it. Why do we have to label it?”

“Good answer,” Clay whispered as he cupped the back of my neck and pulled me into a full-blown kiss. Again, a rush of precum shot from cock. “Fuck, dude. You’re like a faucet! Now let me get back to work on that cock.” After a peck on the cheek, Clay shoved me back down onto the floor.

 

[Craiger]

Just remember, "if your erection last for more than four hours, call the doctor immediately." I hope they don't break a blood vessel doing all that milking...

Craiger

 

[Craiger]

Just remember, "if your erection last for more than four hours, call the doctor immediately." I hope they don't break a blood vessel doing all that milking...

Craiger

 

[tobymerwin]

Clay lubed his hands up once again. “Ok. Now it’s time to take care of business!" he announced as he wrapped both hands around me and began his furious stroking. “I’m gonna make this bad boy blow. Just look at it. It’s ready. Hot and throbbing. I’m gonna make this big, fat, fuck pole puke! I’ll make sure your balls are drained of every last drop of your seed.” My cock got harder with every word Clay spoke, and he could feel it.

His strokes became more intense as he watched himself jacking me. He glanced up at my face for a moment as he lowered his head onto my tool. His cheeks puffed out as he took it in, while his hands pumped away. He sucked, stroked and licked, moaning with every head-bob. He stopped after a few minutes and lifted his mouth off, but continued jerking. “Fuck, it’s big. C’mon you giant fucker! Blow!" he cried in a muffled voice. He was working franticly now, jerking my cock, with his teeth clenched and his eyes fixed on my flesh. “Son-of-a-fucking-bitch! It takes forever for this fucker to blow! C’mon you whopping bastard! Show me what you got!” He was shouting orders at my cock as though it was a living creature - a “monster,” as he called it.

Clay was stroking so fast now that his hands were just a blur. He was biting down on his lower lip as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. “Man, this thing is unbelievable. Big, fat, hard, hot and still throbbing! C’mon, bitch!” He bent down briefly and licked the streaming precum from my slit, mixed it with his saliva, then spit it back onto my cock to rejuvenate the lube. He was a mad man. He was jerking, licking, spitting and cursing. It was hotter than hell.

I felt my balls begin to churn like never before and my shaft started to convulse. Clay felt the same movement and knew the time was near. His eyes darted to mine. “C’mon, Joshua. Let it pour. Empty your big, thick dick,” he moaned. For the first time during the whole episode, he didn’t call me “man” or “dude.” He called me by name, while looking straight into my eyes. That sent me over the edge.

The first blast shot through my cock with such force that my eyes rolled back and I let out a wild yell. Although my ears were ringing, I could hear, “Holy shit!" coming from Clay. After that first volley, I felt surge after surge of semen blasting through my shaft. “Oh my God! What a shot! Look at this fucking load!” Clay was giving a play-by-play account of my orgasm. And it was an intense one.

As the ringing in my ears quieted, I heard Clay laughing. I slowly opened my eyes and tried to catch my breath. “Look at this. I‘m drenched! You’ve got one mean cock!” Clay’s hair, face, neck and chest were dripping with hot, watery cum.

Clay rolled onto his back and spread out on the floor with his arms behind his head. I rolled over next to him and wiped his face with a towel from the backpack. “You’re a mess,” I said with a giggle. Clay responded without hesitation, “Well, you’re a walking, fucking super-soaker.”

We laughed about the situation for quite a while, then drifted off to sleep. As I dozed off, I couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would bring.

 

[tobymerwin]

That's the end of Mount Clash...........for now.

I'm not sure where to go from here, or whether it should continue at all. If you have any ideas, let me know.

 

[Craiger]

Hey Toby,

I think you should continue. There is a lot to learn about how Joshua is going to react in the morning. We know Clay is bi so it isn't as big a deal for him, but Joshua is still very virgin in his new role. Does he have guilt or regrets, or is he willing to take this to a new level... Only you can tell us. Whatever you decide, it was a wild ride while it lasted. Thanks.

Craiger