I laughed in breathy disbelief, watching his muscular globes bounce as he went up the steps--looking at the sweep of his flaring back, at the sensual, mocha-toned muscle ripple and gleam as he moved. His thighs were stallion-like in their strength, levitating those seductive, dancing cheeks.
And he thinks I have a perfect body? It was too incredible or something, so beyond the norm of the expected behavior of a football jock that I truly had nowhere in my brain or experience to put it. Oh, in my horny moments I'd imagined Tony without clothes. I'd looked at his arms and chest when we'd gone swimming--checked out his bulging Speedos, and more than once.
But my censoring mind forced me off that crazy path to nowhere. I never let myself go too far, get carried away. It was my Danish-bred reserve which always viewed such moments as needing moderation. After all, I wasn't so young that I couldn’t picture myself with a wife and kids. Like everyone else on the planet, I expected that to be my future.
Thus, I knew I had to watch myself.
And now I was immersed in a hot tub, bareassed naked, my cock still alive and semi-hard even after actually jizzing Tony's face--jizz he wasn't even going to wash off, because it was MY jizz!
“Jesus”, I thought. “He isn't even fazed by this. No guilt--no chagrined back-tracking--no second thoughts. If anything, he's hotter for me now than ever! It's like we're becoming more than best friends. Fuck, it's like we're.....”
The screen door whined open, then slammed. "Two fresh ones," Tony announced, beaming at me. "You must be boiling to death in there, Jonnie."
I looked up to see his tubular, heavy-headed hang slapping his thighs, his balls swinging in their fruit-laden sac. Buried in his deepest torso was that ebony delta of water-twinkling bush. It formed a perfectly shaped crisp triangle between his hefty quarterback thighs.
"Like what you see?" he helicoptered his cock and balls with abandon, watching my eyes trying to keep up.
I nodded, my habitual modesty kicking in, stopping my speech.
"--makes me proud, the way you look at me," he grinned back, beckoning me to get out and sit on the deck. "See?" he smiled down at himself. "One look from you, and my badboy wants more.”
I stumbled my way up the stairs to sit on the cedar planking.
"--guess my cock likes what it sees,” he handed down my beer, keeping his naked sex swaying for my benefit.
"You turn me on, Jon-boy," he said thickly, "something FIERCE."
I couldn't speak. Gone were any thoughts of a wife and kids.
The wrinkled skin of his fat cockhead suddenly expanded--like time-lapsed photography the dusky-toned crown bulged as I stared, flaring, preening--the slit opening to form a big 'O', the dome of that handsome head tightening and glistening.
His thick prime beef swayed all on its own, lengthening, swelling, then tocking in small pulses up from his knuckle-deep delta of bush.
It was hypnotic, watching Tony throw a rod, because I was the one it wanted, the one Tony lusted for. There could no longer be any made-up, manufactured doubts or insecurities.
A shudder passed through me. "Fuck", I husked. The carnal display was transfixing, life-changing and so fucking erotic.
"Oh, baby, baby," Tony whispered back. "You turn me on--so bad--so BAD!"
He gently rocked his hips--his enchilada thumping his thighs--the head so weighty, it pulled everything down, even as the shaft pulsed upward.
He took a baby step forward, the head now lolling around directly before my eyes. It looked so smooth and full and male. The beautiful mouth called to me, seeking me, wanting me. I breathed-out a stream of air, which hit his balls, making them rise-up and swell, the little crinkled hairs standing on end.
"Oh, dear God," I swooned, feeling faint, feeling lost. My mouth was welling-up faster than I could swallow--and then I was moving forward, unable to stop.
My nose buried itself in his water-beaded bush, the feeling so carnal, beautifully male and private, as I inhaled his erotic scent. His cock suddenly throbbed--lancing full-boar upward against my cheek while my tongue lashed across his lightly-haired, magnificent balls.
Tony nearly dropped his beer.
"Jonnie," he moaned down. "Oh, my baby."
His words enflamed me, made me use my hand to stuff his cock past my starving lips. The head stretched my mouth till it popped inside, my spit washing his whole, drooling, full-lipped crown.
His thighs clamped the sides of my head--locking me inside. My hands flew around, grabbing muscular cheeks, prying them open while sucking in half his shaft at once.
"Oh, Jonnie--oh God--JONNIEEE!" he was hoarse, thighs trembling, his concave belly flexing against my forehead.
I slobbered and sucked and nearly gagged--needing his cock, his beautiful gorgeous mancock like I needed air.
My tongue worshipped its girth and shape and heat. My fingers dug inside his vicelike ass-crease, steaming my hands, making me crazy.
I was going insane.
Unable to stretch my mouth more, I came off it to use my rubbery, spit-soaked lips to ride the whole, veiny shaft, my face basting, tasting, adoring, in a rhythmic facial masturbation.
"Oh JESUS!," Tony thundered over the sweet agony, the pornography of it, the cum-making thrills.
My eyes stared to see his dark dick knife away from me, leaving me panting and kneeling on the deck. Almost roughly, Tony pushed me backward, my legs flying out, my back hitting the cedar.
He was kneeling behind my head, and then his face was over my own, kissing my lips, tongue bathing mine, moving further, me kissing, nibbling his nipples, suckling one of his dark rivets in mindless abandon, nursing on his pliant pec, my hands rising-up to fondle those meaty brown slabs.
Tony's torso moved down, my lips riding over his rippling abs--his lips bumping and sliding over mine. We paused to diddle deep into our muscle-taut belly buttons—his too sexy for words--mine sending sparks deep into my balls.
Hot steamy cockhead collided with my scalp, then careened, skated across my whole face. My torso seized, back arching, gasping in shock, his mouth french kissing my knob, tongue-lashing its nerve-shorted surface. My hips locked, pummelling hot dick down his saliva-rich throat. It was like wet fire--like a sucking, steamy glove of heat.
I nearly died.
His beefy bruiser slapped my face, my gasping mouth moaning hotly over its vein-lacy length, my mind turning to mush.
In frantic lust, I used my hand to handle his hugeness, piling it into my gasping lips. I panted across his enormous bulb, then tried throating the whole, incredible log. Sensations wracked my body--head to toe--I was sucking, being sucked--his balls massaging my forehead, his nappy scalp scrubbing into my own swollen bag.
Delerium took over, my hands now wrapped around his back. In instinctive impulse, I threw my weight against his body, catching Tony off-balance. We rolled like wrestlers, now me on top. Our cock-clogged throats never missed a beat--our sucking lips frantically nibbling, basting, masturbating.
I was staring down at his swollen, black-fleeced nuts, purposely rubbing them against my forehead. I wanted more--only more Tony. It was insane—my hips driving pink dick into his grasping mouth, his hips plowing arched, swollen dark meat into mine. We groaned and lashed our tongues, driving each other mad--mad for more--more veiny, fat, steaming muscular cock.
His hands travelled up the backs of my thighs, to find my deep-split ass. He dug inside, discovering my spot of spots.
I gasped, my body clenching. For a second I couldn't move--couldn't think--couldn't feel. His finger pushed inside, hitting something out of this world. A dull, roaring, unforgiving need broke inside my balls.
Cum thundered from my crotch, racing up my love rocket. Cum spewed into his throat, my own mouth suctioning and teasing his shaft. His cockhead bloomed, then fired. We went catatonic, thumping all over the deck, our torsos locked in spasm. Jizz clogged my passages, making me gulp and choke.
My dick felt throttled, electrocuted--it bucked and piled-out more batter.
Tony's hips shovelled his firing cannon almost to my gullet. I swallowed and gagged, and swallowed.
I couldn't stop cumming!
In self-protecting reflex, we clawed our way apart, his cock oozing over my panting face--mine drooling before his lust-crazed eyes.
He collapsed on top of me, his balls massaging my eye sockets. I was panting into his furry inner thighs, surprised to be alive.
Tony was kissing my exhausted nuts, licking and then rubbing his handsome face across my cum-soaked cock.
Finally, he rolled off, to lie spread-eagled on the deck.
We stared at the starry, starry night.
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"Jesus Christ," Tony breathed. "What just happened?"
Dazed, yet calmer than I'd ever been in my life, I locked eyes to watch his read mine, to see mine blink and grow moist and full of the love I suddenly felt flood my soul, waiting until his grew large and moist until we both understand the import of it all.
Tony shifted to bring us side-by-side, his arm falling over my chest. He nuzzled his jaw into my neck.
“We’re more than very best friends now.”
“Much much more,” I whispered, letting my hand slide down to fondle his jizz-emptied balls.
He squeezed my full tits, his unshaven chin brushing my ear.
I turned into Tony's arms, our lips parting, our tongues sliding, then delving, then exploring our love-filled mouths until we felt our sex-crazy cocks twitch and lurch and find each other—and our jizz-emptied balls once again begin to fill.
THE END
