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fictional: and resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
All language, places and items used in this standalone story are meant to give
a sense of time and atmosphere, no offense intended.
This story is based on the 2012 French short
film "Ce n'est pas un film de Cow-Boys" (It's Not a
Cowboy Movie) and follows up with the characters Vincent and Moussa after they
talked about the film "Brokeback Mountain" and sexually experiment with each
other while acknowledging their mutual crush on each other.
I do not have anything to do with the film
nor do I know the actors and the story in no way represents their real sexualities.
The film and its characters belong to writer/director Benjamin Parent and Joris
Morio.
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Boys Who Love a Good Flick
© James Jenkins 2022
They were watching the movie- "Brokeback Mountain"
while cuddling, as they'd come to do since that interesting chat in the
boy's toilet at school, and afterward the open-hearted boy hugged his friend
now, but this time after he pulled back he held on to the rebel's hips, then
slid both hands up under his grey t-shirt to the smallest part of his waist,
pulling the elder boy closer again and kissed softly on the lips. Moussa kissed
the lanky ginger again, more passionately, and the latter felt him react the elation
because Vincent thrust himself up onto his toes. Suddenly, Moussa wrapped his
arms all the way around the greaser and held him tightly. Eventually, their
lips parted, but Moussa was far from done. The 14-year-old Nigerian boy went
for the collarbone and started peppering it with kisses. Vincent relaxed to the
tender gesture while Moussa was touching and holding him. But suddenly, his
grip bound Vincent even tighter, pinning his long arms to that warm chest, and his
guest nipped at the base of that long neck all the way to up right under the
big white ears. Using his tongue and teeth, Moussa played with the right ear; the
16-year-old heard him chuckle low at Vincent's swift gasping before he pulled
away delighted.
Vincent found himself raising his eyebrows
keenly. Wondering why Moussa stopped but he didn't utter a word. He simply couldn't;
he was tongue-tied. Moussa's arms freed themselves and Vincent feel air rush
back into his lungs as Moussa let loose a little. The former smug teen suddenly
grew disappointed, as if his friend now owed something to him. He misread the
scenario too soon. Vincent felt the smaller hands slide back down his body and black
fingers curl around the bottom of the navy-colored sweatshirt. It was Moussa's
turn to be surprised: there's obviously no shirt underneath it. Moussa lifted
the hem slightly and Vincent pulled his arms free of that rich dark chest and
over his head, waiting. Moussa slowly pulled the sweatshirt up and off, but not
before it caught on Vincent's chin because, despite his slim waist, it didn't
take much to arouse him. Moussa cast the sweatshirt to the side, not bothering
with it any longer; it was simply a gateway between the handsome, soft white skin
and himself.
Breathing a little easier now, Vincent turned
his head and said, "Kind of getting ahead of yourself, are you?" In a
beat before Moussa could stop him, Vincent grabbed his shirt and pull it off
over the cute cropped haired head. Vincent opened his bedroom door, hung it on
the doorknob, before closing and locking it. The shirt was a sign to his mother:
Don't come in, Bros Night.
Vincent walked back to his awestruck
friend, slowly and with hips swinging like a movie star, and he watched Moussa
devour the spectacle: nipples showing from a white cotton top, fine tanned
skin, athlete worthy legs, and tight sexy blue jeans. Vincent turned to close
the window shade and Moussa could see Vincent's red Hanes briefs poke
out over the top of the jeans. The shorter teen restless to have his friend now;
the swaggering boy grimaced as his pants were getting unbearably tight. Moussa
came up behind him and gripped at his friend's thin hips. Moussa pulled the
plump ass to his crotch and started grinding on it. The daredevil teen fell
into it and backed up on his friend. An adult Pop song started on Vincent's
mobile playlist and soon they were animatedly roughhousing, grinding on one
another until they wanted each other too hypnotically to hold off another
minute. Moussa spun his stunned friend around and pushed him onto the bed. Blue
eyes widened startled for a moment, but Vincent trusted Moussa-having dreamed
of this moment privately many nights. He calmed down and anticipated the
studious boy's next move. Moussa straddle him and fumbled with the jeans
button, and Vincent reached up and did the same; their hands were trembling
with electrified fervor-- no, desire.
Moussa shed his friend's jeans off and tossed
them aside; once again, they were just an obstacle between their sexually enlivened
skin. Moussa kicked his own pants off and having barely finished doing so when he
froze. Vincent's left hand was firmly wrapped around Moussa's peeking rock-hard
cock. Moussa look up and caught Vincent giving a mischievous smile. Vincent
pulled the white boxers down and off, flipped Moussa underneath him, and unashamedly
began to immerse himself in the boy. Vincent licked and tickled him, holding the
small wrists down with his hands and Moussa's legs down with his own. Moussa licked
his lips, wanting to blow Vincent so badly, but Vincent just lapped at his skin
teasingly. Then finally Vincent acted, taking the whole black shaft as far as it
would go in his mouth. Vincent sucked and played with the tip of his tongue and
caressed it repeatedly until he suddenly paused. Moussa groaned for more, but he
went silent upon feeling his balls were suddenly inside the once insecure boy's
hot mouth. Vincent massaged them with his tongue, and the younger cooed as he never
felt anything like it. Loosening his grip on his lover's arms as Vincent went
back to work on the thickened cock with his mouth and one hand, using the other
to keep playing with the alluring African balls. Moussa nearly couldn't take it
anymore; he had to have this brash but romantic go-getter. Moussa pulled him up
and laid Vincent where he reclined.
Moussa put his legs over his shoulder and tore
Vincent's dampened briefs off. The beautiful African youth tested his crush's
wetness with the latter's tongue. The older boy's whimpers made the willing one
want to remain there for a minute, and his ass was soft and ready. Moussa gave
devoted attention at Vincent's hole with the tip of his tongue and slid two
fingers into the opening. Vincent tensed now, and brief yells were starting to
escape him, despite his valiant attempts to keep quiet. As heat increased and shook
in his ass, Moussa went faster and crawled up to kiss the slim pink lips and
bit the elegant neck. Moussa saw the elder's nipples perking in his top and Vincent
moaned when Moussa removed his fingers to be rid of it. Vincent threw it away,
and Moussa saw the nipples were dime-sized yet hard. Moussa lowered his mouth
to one, nipping and sucking, and his hand returned to work on the stubborn ass.
Vincent's screams began sending shivers deep inside his friend, they aroused
him greatly.
By now the boastful teen was screaming his
name, only Moussa, and Vincent hollered "Fuck, I'm gonna
cum!" Moussa moved Vincent's lips from his nipples to his mouth so he could
subdue the screams Vincent couldn't contain as he lost all control in
thundering ecstasy, rocking hard on those black fingers. Moussa feel the tight hole
contracting and he know he need to fulfill Vincent's true dream.
Half buzzed; Vincent barely had time to
slow his breathing when Moussa ask if he had any condoms. The now humbled Bad
Boy breathlessly responded with a grin, "You can go bareback with me if you
want," As he'd dreamed about it since the day in the restroom. The equally
curious boy didn't miss the red flag that this wouldn't be their last night
together discovering each other. Moussa kept Vincent's legs up over his
shoulders and position himself in front of the welcoming gate.
Moussa drew a shy breath and asked Vincent
if he was ready, to which the cavalier douche replied, "Kiss me Doux Prince."
Gingerly the loving boy leaned forward to
kiss the pho-conceited one, Vincent slid his legs down and around Moussa's
waist. As they kissed, Vincent wrapped them around Moussa and pulled him deep
inside to the hilt. The nimble boy felt Moussa gasp wantonly into his mouth. Fervent
and tight around his cock, and Moussa filled him beautifully. Vincent snickered
feeling him shudder as the determined kid tried to get a grip with the feeling
of being inside another person. Vincent opened his legs and put them back over the
mahogany shoulders, smiling wholeheartedly. He let his lover take over, enhancing
the pace. Moussa proceeded slowly at first, but as the hours passed by the boy
bucked ever faster. Moussa feel like his brother was going to implode
violently very soon.
Vincent's head thrashed about as he was
whispering nonsense and moaning, and strained screams were firing out, and he couldn't
stop shouting that name "Moussa!" and how awesome this feels, how precious his
friend is. But the latter didn't want it to end so soon. Moussa ceased, caught
at an impasse.
Vincent pressed against him, wanting more.
But he understood. Groaning as he pulled himself off Moussa's shaft. He led him
down to where he laid, and Vincent turn around and straddled him, facing away. Quietly
he slowly rode Moussa up and down, teasingly, his big soft-yet-tight ass
bouncing shamelessly. Vincent felt the heat in his ass start to rise again, and
teasing Moussa served only to provoke him, too. Vincent tried to keep it slow, fixed,
but he found himself racing, riding Moussa with feverish velocity every minute.
His entire body trembling with fiery pleasure and ferment, and Vincent heard deadened
groans escaping the full parted lips. Moussa pushed up hard on his friend who
was riding him hard, his cock pounding the white boy and hitting him in the prime
spot non-stop. Vincent reached down and touched himself just for extra joy to
what he already felt was going to be a cataclysmic end. Vincent could feel Moussa's
heat growing too, both their bodies nearing the edge. They reached the peak
together, Vincent screaming his friend's name and bouncing for Moussa to see,
and his groans grew rocky until a wave of zeal, holy relief, and intimate
affection came over them. Moussa came deep inside him as Vincent tensed around his
beloved in waves.
Both boys were breathing hard as they tried
to rebuild their sensible minds. Vincent rolled to the left, and they spooned
each other with Moussa still inside him for five minutes. Moussa wrapped his
arms around Vincent's naked body and kissed his head before whispering to him "I'm
yours Vince and always will be."
He was met with an equally sincere whisper,
"I know Doux Prince."