Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 01:30:17 -0500 From: Rusty Slocum Subject: Because, Part 1: Busted The Usual Disclaimers. Don't read if for some reason you're not supposed to. The fictitious characters in this story are any age you want them to be, but the actors portraying them are all consenting adults. Please realize this is fantasy. Doing anything like this in real life could seriously jeopardize all parties, possibly resulting in legal penalties or evenpsychiatric counseling. This story belongs to me copyright 2014 and may not be reposted on any other site or situation without my express authorization. Write your own dysfunctional porn. BECAUSE by Rusty Slocum the first orgasm So I crashed at Rudy's Friday night. His 'rents took off about nine, and they'd probably be gone all night, the drunks. They often do that, leave Rudy alone to watch his younger brother while they try to drink they town dry. I wasn't supposed to be there, Rudy being forbidden from having company while they were out, but fuck it. I damn sure didn't want to sit at home and play Scrabble with my mom and my kid brother. That fucker (my brother, not my mom) would win, anyhow. So I waited until his parents left, strolled in, called my mom and said Rudy's mom said it was okay for me to stay over, no, his mom had just dashed down to the Iranian store for a pack of smokes, but I'd have her call when she got back. Mom gave in. I don't think she believed me but she's pretty cool. As long as I don't knock some girl up or some guy down she lets me get away with a lot. More than my older brother got away with; but he's an asshole so fuck him. Anyhow. I guess it was about midnight, maybe later. Rudy's brother Chad had gone to bed; kid goes out like a frat girl on Z's at ten-thirty. Me and Rudy lay sprawled out on his double bed, passing the fourth (or fifth) bowl back and forth. We each wore boxers, because, well. Because we've known each other all our lives, our bodies no mystery to the other one. Because we were young, and stoned, and comfortable. Because it was hot in Rudy's room. Rudy's tall and skinny, like me, only not quite so tall and not quite so skinny. He's hairier than me, all over; from the honey blond mop of curls and tangles on his head to the marginally darker fur that starts at his neckline and flows all the way to the light dusting on his huge feet. His blue eyes peer out of all that hair like bright pinpoints of light; a clear pool in the middle of the forest, and he's got these full red lips and perfect white teeth that can smile at somebody and say anything from our father who art in heaven to I want to fuck you into a pool of sweat with a charm so sincere that everybody falls for it, probably even God. I swear I've seen him make middle aged math teachers damp enough to have to leave the classroom. I know I'm gushing on about him like my own panties are sopping, but don't think I'm queer or anything. I'm not. I swear I'm not. Or maybe just a little bit, but only because of what happened that night. Anyhow, I'm here to tell you that Rudy is smoking, and he melts panties off cheerleaders, at least until they discover college dudes. Boy is gorgeous. Unlike me. I'm just tall and skinny, pale from my face to my feet. And hairless, except for the buzz cut brown carpet on my head and a certain wispiness under my arms, and the thin line of brown pubes that decorate my crotch like an upside down mustache. I'm not ugly, and I'm not without a certain rough charm of my own (or so I've been told), but I'm not in Rudy's class at all. Well, except for in one certain area, but we'll get to that in a minute. So we were laying there half-naked, still passing the bowl back and forth, even though both of us floated like clouds already. Rudy had filched one of his Dad's porn discs from the monstrous stash in the attic and plugged it into the player. This one featured gangbangs; my favorite. And, yeah, before you ask, both of us were boned. His bounced restlessly against the thin material of his boxers; mine didn't move, but only because the head had prairie-dogged underneath the elastic waistband and lay flat against my belly. Yeah, that's where I outdo Rudy. I got a bigger dick than he does. Not by much, maybe an inch, but, hey, it's something. He's almost six and half, I'm a little over seven. He's thicker than me, though. Can't win 'em all. We know all about each others boners. We've seen each other naked a jillion times over the last decade or so, we've even jerked off together a few times. At that moment I didn't know if we were going to do it tonight (although I kind of figured we would), but it didn't matter if we did or didn't, in the long run. Just the fact that we could, and not feel weird about it, that was the cool thing about being with Rudy. The gangbang movie rocked. I mean awesome sauce. Bitches taking it in every hole, two and sometimes three at a time. I've fucked my share of chicks (not as many as Rudy had, probably, but there were some) and done a few mildly kinky things, but I'd never had a three way with another dude present. Hell, I'd never had a three way at all. "Man, I'd do that stuff with you," Rudy suddenly said, jarring me out of some very pleasant fantasies. When I looked at him quizzically, he nodded at the screen, where a chick had two cocks dueling in her mouth. "That," he confirmed. "And that," he added a couple seconds later, when the cocks she'd been sucking on were put elsewhere. One in her cunt, one in her ass. Rudy turned to me, grinning that grin, and asked, "You be cool with that?" He knew the answer. I laughed and reached down and grabbed my lump of cock. "Fuck yeah, I'd be cool with that," squeezing on my boner because, well, it was there and it was mine to play with if I wanted to. I bit back a groan as I massaged my dick. "Goddammit Rudy, I need to fuck something. Anything. A goat. Another dude. Hell, I'd fuck you!" I don't think I was entirely joking, but I segued off the subject before I could figure it out for sure. "I ain't had no pussy in a minute. Not since Cinda what's her name last month. Or was it two months ago?" I shamelessly groped my cock again. "And I know you got to be as horny as me. You ain't had any since Inbred Wanda three weeks ago." Rudy grinned and groped and rubbed on his own hardon. "Oh I wouldn't say that." And then seemed to just stop, as if sorry he'd spoken. You know best friends, how we always respect each others boundaries. I left him alone for about five seconds before I poked him with the hand not on my crotch. "Give! What wouldn't you say?" He didn't answer for a minute, just stared off into space, rubbing his own boner absently. Then, slowly, he said, "I got a blow job the other day." I smacked him on the chest with the back of my hand. "No shit? Who? And was it actually good?" We'd shared several horror stories about the utter lack of experience and general recklessness of the girls who'd sucked us. He smiled, this one pure sunshine. "A little toothy, at first," he said, "but we fixed that." "C'mon, dude, who? Can you get me a ticket to ride?" The smile vanished, and Rudy looked me dead in the eye. "You can't tell anybody. I mean anybody." Equally solemn, I pulled my hand off my cock and spat in my palm, held it out. Wordless. He pulled his hand off his own rager and spit in it, held it out to me. We clasped hands and nodded. Okay, yeah, its dorky, I know. But we'd been doing it for years, and had never betrayed each others trust. Still clutching my hand, Rudy said, "Did you mean what you said earlier? About who all you'd fuck?" "You?" He squeezed my hand and didn't even crack a smile. "I mean, about fucking a dude?" I just blinked at him, not sure I'd heard him right. Then realized that I had indeed heard him right. Was he offering . . . "No, you stupid dickhead spitwad scumbag bitch," Rudy said, slightly exasperated. "Not me. Just . . . another dude?" I thought about it. For all of about two seconds. "Uh, yeah, I guess." Trying to sound nonchalant. After all, a mouth is a mouth, right? And an asshole feels pretty much like a pussy? I assumed as much, as none of my conquests thus far in my mediocre career had deigned to let me compare. "But I ain't getting poked!" I barked at him, and he lost it, laughing so hard he about rolled off the bed. "Getting poked? Did you really say that? Poked?" I smacked him with my pillow, laughing right along with him. "Yeah, that's right I ain't getting poked, and remember that!" "Well, I ain't getting poked either!" And we kept laughing and I kept flogging him with the pillow because, well, because we were stoned. And horny, don't forget that. Never forget that. We finally collapsed back on the bed, our gales of laughter giving away to sporadic fits of giggles. "So, Rude," I said when I could speak again, "who is this dude we ain't gonna let poke us?" And that set us off again, for a minute, until at last he quieted and reached for the pipe and took a long pull and said, "This is going to take a little explaining." "Rudy," I said, reaching down and grabbing my boner, still throbbing there despite the stoned hilarity, "Explain this!" "Here," he said, shoving the bowl at me. "Shut the fuck up and suck on this for a minute and let me talk." I took a big hit, waited expectantly. "You remember Monday afternoon? Coach's wife went to the hospital so practice was canceled?" I nodded and made a two fingered rolling motion at him. Get on with it. "I got home early. First thing I heard when I came inside was a shitload of moaning and groaning. Loud, dude, so loud I could hear it downstairs, and underneath it you could hear these wet slapping sounds." "Oh God Rudy this ain't one of those lame I saw mommy and daddy fucking stories is it? Because we've already seen them fuck. Remember those videos we found last year?" I gave an exaggerated shudder. "Watching those was . . . an experience." Rudy's Dad wielded a wicked big cock, but Rudy's Mom had just about the ugliest pussy I ever saw. "And what does this have to do with you getting sucked off?" "Fuck you, my 'rents made a very handsome couple!" Even he had couldn't keep a straight face on that one. He motioned for the pipe. After hitting it, he said, "And no, it wasn't them. Thank God. They were both gone, some alcoholic dinner with Dad's boss or something. And the sounds of fuck was a porno, playing at concert level volume. Coming from upstairs." "Let me guess," I said. "Chad's room." He grinned at me and nodded. "Even lamer," I commented. "I have my own library of catching little brother in the act stories, thanks. I've caught mine, he's caught me, I'm telling you it's a vicious circle." And it was true; we'd busted each other, purely by accident, a handful of times over the last couple years, but we acted like it was no big deal. We apologized for not knocking or whatever, and went about our business. We never talked about it. Just life between brothers. "That's just it!" Rudy pointed the pipe for emphasis. "He's busted me, dude. A lot. And some of the times I'd swear it wasn't an accident. Telling the door was open when I knew it wasn't, or that he didn't know I was in the bathroom. But, see, I've never caught him. I was beginning to wonder if he even wanked off at all. And I thought, here's my chance to bust the little cracker!" I grabbed the pipe. "So did you bust him?" I didn't need a hit. I did one anyway. Rudy nodded, his face creased by that grin again, this time a little more sardonic than charming. "Fuckin' A I did. I snuck up the stairs, even though I probably coulda rode a horse up without him noticing, the moaning and groaning from the porn was so loud. His door was cracked, just a little bit, and I looked in, and there he was, stretched out on his bed, eyes glued to the tv, one hand stroking like crazy, and the other hand, get this, the other hand he had down between his legs, and guess what he was doing?" "Rubbing his taint? So what, I rub mine too sometimes." I shrugged, dismissively, but my dick was still a cement post against my belly. "No, dude, weirder." Rudy paused, staring at me, bugging his eyes, and said, "He had finger up his ass. Maybe two fingers!" I snorted. "No fuckin' way." I could just see it, plump little Chad with one hand on his johnson and the other in his jefferson. Rudy held up a palm. "I swear, dude!" He grinned. "And much worse than anything he's ever busted me doing! So I'm standing there at his door, watching him, trying not to laugh, and just when his balls draw up and he starts spurting, I slam open the door and storm into the room and bellow 'Busted, cracker, you are so fuckin' busted!' He whips head around and stares into my face, all wide-eyed and grunty, and his rod is spewing spooge all his belly, and each time it shoots he gives out this little yelping sound like a terrified puppy." "Yelping? He actually yelped?" "Yup. Like a terrified puppy. Aren't you listening? He yelped. He's just laying there, a deer in the headlights--" "Or a puppy in the--" "Or a puppy," he said, not without sarcasm, and plowed on. "Laying there, holding his dick--" "How big?" I asked, curious. A guy can be straight and wonder how big another guy's dick is. Really. "Huh?" "His dick. How big?" Rudy considered, not even remarking on my question. "Oh, I don't know .. pretty big, actually, for his age. Almost as big as me." "That small? Poor kid," I commented. "Oh, well, maybe he'll hit a growth spurt someday." Rudy just glared at me, stone faced but for the telltale twitch of his lower lip. "Can I finish my story now, Priscilla, or do you just want to crack dick jokes for a bit?" "Well normally I'd go for the dick jokes--" "So Chad the cracker is in complete shock," Rudy said, drowning me out, "laying there covered in his own jizz, one hand clutching his dick ... shut up dude ... and a finger or two in his fanny. And its funny as hell, and I'm laughing and pointing, and it's like he comes to all of a sudden, and man his whole body turns red, not just his face but his whole body, like he was embarrassed all over. He lets go of his dick and pulls his fingers out his ass and twists around and grabs a pillow and crams it down against his crotch, and he looks back at me, and, dude, I started to feel kinda bad. Poor kid is mortified, looks like he's about to bust out in tears, and he starts babbling about it being his room and how I should knock and dear God Rudy don't tell on me please blah blah. I manage to stop laughing and I'm even starting to apologize, tell him I was just ragging on him, how I just figured it was his turn to get busted-- "Which it was." "Which it was," Rudy agreed, "and if you'll kindly shut up a minute, I'll get to the punchline here." "The blowjob." I'm guess I'm stupid. I still hadn't figured out where this was going. Because I was stoned. Because I was enjoying the story. Because I had a sneaking hope that where one blowjob went, another one would follow. "The blowjob," Rudy confirmed. "So I'm still apologizing, and I spot the remote on the edge of the bed, near Chad's hip. He spots me spotting it, and he goes to grab it, but I get there first, and I turn around to mute the volume, shouting something about if he didn't want the neighbors to know his business he'd better learn to keep the down. And I glance at the screen and dude . . . dude . . .get this, this big black guy was fucking a scrawny white dude." He paused. "In the ass, dude!" All I could say was, "Uh, what?" Completely flummoxed. Ever helpful, Rudy elaborated, "The scene, man. A scrawny white guy, about our age, on his back with his legs spread from here to there, and this mean looking, thuggish, tattooed black guy, drilling, absolutely drilling him with a cock bigger than your head. Yeah, and mine too." Something resembling thought wafted through my brain. "Wait, Chad was watching gay porn?" Still no clue. Yeah I'm stupid. "Well, not gay. Bi. There was this fucking blond with a phat gash, you know the kind, and she sat on the white boys face, rubbing her twat and asshole all over it." I could see it. My dick throbbed. I grabbed it, rubbed it. The log in Rudy's boxers bounced, up and down, up and down. All at once I put two and two together and actually came up with four this time. Took me long enough, I know. "So you mean Chad is the one who--" "And then the cracker starts really blubbering, begging me not to tell the 'rents or anybody, and how he just found the tape in the attic and was curious about seeing bisexual stuff and blah blah blah. I'm standing there kinda stunned--: "I bet!" "--only halfway listening to him, watching the porn, now the black guy was going back and forth between the white boy's asshole and the blond's pussy, and of course I'm starting to pack on some serious wood. 'So,' I asked him, interrupting his stream of misery, 'you queer?' He shakes his head hard and fast, denying it, but I keep at him, until finally he admits that maybe he's bi, he still likes pussy and big titties. 'Maybe? Maybe? You don't know? How can you not know?' I'm staring at him incredulously and he's staring back at me like I'm stupid. 'Because I've never been with a guy! Or a girl! Because I've never had sex with anybody!' Cracker starts choking up again, but I'm not really hearing him. I'm watching the porn again, and the scene has changed, and now these two huge dicked Hispanic guys are dp'ing this young blond, one in her pussy, one in her ass, and I'm thinking about how me and you are gonna do that shit sometime, and, dude, I gotta bust. I gotta bust soon." "Tell me about it." Both of us had leaked so much big damp circles decorated our boxers. He kept going, too wound up in his tale to even glare at me. "And just like that," he snapped his fingers in my face, "I get the idea and said to myself fuck it, why not? I walk up to the bed, towering over him, making him shrink back, and I put my hand over his yammering mouth, so he stops blubbering and looks up at me and I tell him, 'I'll make a deal with you. I swear not to tell anybody about you, and in return you suck my dick. Whenever I want it.' He widens his big watery blue eyes in disbelief. I just stare right back at him, my hand still firmly clamped on his mouth, and finally he figures out I'm serious, and he closes his eyes, opens 'em again, and nods. Just once." Rudy smiled, savoring the memory. "Wait a sec, Rudy. I'm troubled about something." "And what is that, pray tell?" He hesitated. "Incest?" I snorted. "Fuck that. If I had a sister instead of my bonehead brother, I'd've fucked her long before now and shared her with you!" That set us both off. When we sobered, I continued, "No, what's bothering me, didn't you say you wouldn't tell anyone about Chad?" "Yeah. So?" I smacked myself in the chest (too hard, shit that hurt) and reminded Rudy, "Me, dude! I'm an anybody!" "No you're not, you're not anybody at all," Rudy laughed. "Well, I mean, shit, fuckhead, you know what I mean!" I grinned. Yeah, I knew what he meant. Something suspiciously akin to a warm fuzzy bloomed in my belly. "Okay, okay, I be troubled no mo', keep going, get to the blow job." Rolling my fingers at him again. "Then stop interrupting!" I mimed locking my lips and throwing away the key, then rolled my fingers. "Fine. Where was I? Oh yeah. I let go his mouth, and his lips part, and his eyes drop to my waist. Watching me unbutton my jeans. I drop the jeans and boxers to my knees, and dude, I'm so hard I'm throbbing." I could see it. Six and a half think inches of cock rising like a mighty tree in a jungle of dark blond pubes, quivering and throbbing and bobbing against his furry belly, the bullet shaped head barely peeking out of his foreskin, precum dribbling from his pisshole like juice from an overripe fruit. What? I've seen his cock about a million times. I know it (visually) as well as I know my own. And I'm sure he can describe mine too. Probably. Maybe. Nothing gay about that. "I'm leaking too, leaking bad, like that showerhead in the locker room at school, you know the one I mean." (I did.) "And he's staring at it, kinda scared, like girls look at it sometimes, but also kinda awestruck, and eager, like girls never look. He's panting, literally, wetting his lips with his tongue, staring at my cock. He wants to eat it, I can tell. Wants it bad. I arch my bad, swaying my hips, making my cock dance inches from his face, and he's watching it like its a flute and he's a cobra, following it with his eyes. I grab my tool and aim it downwards, towards his mouth, take a step forward, rub my cockhead all over his face, leaving peckertracks on his cheeks and on his lips." Shit. I could see it. Rudy's cock, foreskin pulled back at least halfway, the head slipping back and forth across Chad's fleshy lips and chubby cheeks, smears of precum left glittering in its wake. By this point in Rudy's tale I was so horny that I was literally writhing on the bed. All thought of dick jokes gone from my mind like they'd never been. I was seriously into Rudy's recitation. My right hand rubbed at my cock through the thin material of my boxers; my left tweaked and twisted my right nipple. Outright masturbating. Next to me, Rudy stroked his own rager, his other arm behind his head, supporting it, looking at me. I mean really looking at me. Watching me, like I watched him. Whenever we duo jerk, we always watch each other. It's kinda hot. Not gay, of course, but still kinda hot, in a weird way. Okay, okay. Maybe a little gay. "Crackers still gazing at me, all hypnotized, but then suddenly, bam! He pops awake, opens his mouth, and sucks about half my cock into his mouth, trying to swallow all of it, and it feels amazing, so hot and wet I think it almost melted in there. He starts bobbing on my cock, fast, and he's gagging every time it hits the back of his throat, and it would feel absolutely awesome except he's sucking so eager and hard that his teeth scrape with every stroke. I grabbed him by the ears, by the fucking ears, man, and I stop him, holding him still, and I withdraw all but the very tip of my pecker, and I tilt his head back so I can look down at him. His eyes, all glazed over with lust, meet mine, and the sight of him looking up at me while my cock rested just inside his lips almost set me off. 'Watch the teeth,' I say to him. 'Cover your teeth with your lips, like this.' I show him and he nods, and I can tell he's buzzed, like he's been smoking some fine green or something. But he hasn't been. He's high on me. On my cock. And that gets me high. And hot, very very hot, and very very horny. He wants to suck my dick. He wants it as bad as I do. And I'm gonna give it to him." We were still rubbing our cocks through our shorts, rubbing them hard, and were panting like runaway trains, sweat pouring off us; the room had gone from warm to hot pretty fucking quick. At the same moment (because great minds dink alike, I guess) we shoved our shorts down under our balls (his hairy, mine smooth), freeing ourselves at last, our cocks (his long and straight and hooded, as described above, my own circumcised and a little longer, but skinnier, with a decided downward curve) popping up and out like soldiers eager for war. Digging on each other, we grabbed our cocks and started whacking in earnest while he finished his story. "Still looking down at him, still holding his ears in my fingers, I slide my dick back in that fiery fucking volcano of a mouth, his lips smoothing away any hint of teeth. I push in as far as I can, until he starts to gag on it, and then I pull back out until just the head rests inside, and about that time his tongue comes alive, licking and slathering on my cock, and he knows just where to tickle my shaft, right there where the foreskin starts" (he showed me the exact spot), "and it almost drives me insane. I shove back in, a little faster, a little further, and he gags again, so I pull out, push back, still holding his ears, and dude, I'm fucking his mouth, going in a little further each time, until finally I'm in his throat, and he ain't gagging, his nose is pressed up against my pubes and he's making this funny whimpering sound, this little noise that any other time would be hilarious but right now is a huge turn on, and I'm moaning myself, probably louder than anything the porn could produce. Cracker has one hand on my balls, juggling them in his sweaty palm, one of his fingers rubbing against my taint, and the other hand is underneath the pillow still covering his crotch, and the pillow is shaking like an earthquake, he's beating his dick so hard. I grab the pillow and toss it to the floor, giving him more room to work, he's wanking as hard as we are right now, his cockhead red and angry as a squalling baby's face. And I'm fucking his mouth and throat like an animal, putting everything I got into it, because I'm on a mission, I'm going to cum very soon, ain't nothing can stop it, nothing at all, my mom could walk in the room and still I'm gonna dump my juice down his throat. I mean, I am at the point of no return, you know?" I could only nod. I knew. Oh how I knew. "I happened to glance over at the vid still playing on the tv, and these two, get this, two huge white guys are dp'ing a tiny Asian guy in the ass, both cocks smushed together up in his hole, and they're fucking him down into the ground, the guy is yelling and screaming and begging them not to stop, and I flash on me and you, imaging it was our cocks pushed together in that tight little tunnel, and that does it, man, that pushes me right over the edge! Now I'm cumming, grunting, screaming, my jizz pouring out into his mouth like water from a busted pipe, he's swallowing it down, it's either that or choke on it, and suddenly he starts yelping like before, only this time I'm in his throat, the contractions milking my shaft making me dance and spooge out even more juice. Yeah, man, and he's cumming too, spewing a load all over his belly and on my jeans, and you know how get a kinda buzz when you get make a chick cum? I got that from making him cum, only bigger and better. At last we stop shooting, but I don't think either of us can move, I think we'd fall over if we tried. He holds my dick in his mouth for a long time, still sucking on it, greedily drinking down whatever jizz leaks out, until our breathing slows. When I finally start to pull away, he comes with me for a sec, like he don't wanna let it out of his mouth. He releases me, not very happily, and I step back, my pecker still half-hard, all shiny from spit and cum." Rudy fell silent; rather, he stopped talking. He still grunted in time with the hand pumping his dick. "And?" I prompted. Rudy grinned at me. "And nothing. We got embarrassed, both of us. He stuffed the pillow back over his crotch and looked at the wall, I buttoned my jeans and stared at the floor. I muttered 'Thanks' and he replied 'You too.' And I left. But I knew even then I'd be back. He knew it too." "Have you?" I asked, breathlessly, half hoping for another story, maybe one with some butt fucking in it. "What?" He still worked his meat, up and down, up and down, still watched me, but his eyes were almost shut, lost in the rhythm of it. I matched his strokes, wanting to blow, but holding off. "Been back?" He shook his head. "Not yet." "Why not? You feel guilty?" "No." Prompt. Decisive. No guilt there. "He wanted to suck, I wanted to get sucked. Not like I forced him or anything." "Then why?" Rudy blushed then, looked away, looked back at me, right in the eye. "Because I wanted ... well, I wanted ... to share it with somebody. I wanted, yeah, you to be there too. There I said it, happy now?" "Orgasmic," I said, and I meant it. Between the bro-love firing my belly, the twisting, teasing flick of my fingers on my right nipple (always a hot spot for me), the steady pumping of my fist on my shaft, and the stoned, mischievous twinkle in Rudy's half closed eyes, I was a less than a penny from a money shot. "So," Rudy breathed at me with a husky growl, watching me watch him, "you wanna do this thing? Want me to go wake up Chad?" "Yeah," I breathed right back at him. "Yeah, man ... but, uh, first ... ?" And I nodded at our cocks, first him, then mine, "I think we need to shoot first. Or we won't last two seconds in his mouth before we blow." He chuckled. "I'd like to last a little longer than that." "Me too. Let's blow our load first, then bring him in here." "'Mm-kay." In a lightning swift move he let go his rager and shoved his boxers down and off, then settled back on the bed, legs spread, one hand grabbing his cock, the other reaching to fondle balls and taint, his blue eyes still watching me. I kicked off my own drawers, but before I settled back into position I had an idea. Something I'd wanted to do for a long time but never had the stones to suggest. Because it was a little bit gay. Because I was afraid of Rudy's reaction. But, now ... well, compared to what we were about to do, it didn't hardly seem gay at all, and I figured he might think of it the same way. "Rudy." I said it quietly, but he heard me. "Hm .. mmm?" Which I interpreted as Yeah, I hear ya, what do you want, fuck this feels good! Pounding away at his meat. The foreskin sliding back and forth across that purplish, bullet shaped head. Balls (big balls, why had I never noticed them before?) drawn up tight in their sack as he caressed and squeezed them. "Rudy." I said it a little louder, a little more sharply. He stopped and glared at me. "What?" I got up on my knees on the bed, facing him, hands on my hips, boner swaying in the breeze, dripping precum like, yeah, like that leaky showerhead at school. "Come up here. I got an idea." He sighed and climbed onto his knees, facing me from a foot away, his hard-on dancing in the air like mine, balls dangling and swinging in their hairy sack. "Closer," I whispered. He grinned and shuffled forward. Cock met cock in the air, bouncing off and against each other. We used to do this when we were kids. Swordfighting, we called it, giggling at the naughtiness and silliness of the spectacle. Back before it became gay and we stopped. "What?" he asked me, face inches from mine, the fine blond stubble on his chin where he hadn't shaved all week glistening with sweat. "Whats this idea?" Both of still had our hands on our hips. We swayed back and forth, our swords crossing and parrying. Our bellies almost but not quite touching; the sweaty fur on his stomach just tickled my smooth one. "I doubt we'll be able to both our cocks in his mouth at one time tonight," I mumbled, a little embarrassed but determined to get this out, "and fuck only knows when-if-ever we'll get to double team some tight hole, but ... " I trailed off. "But?" he mocked, gently. I finished in a rush. "I just wanted to know what our cocks would feel like all rubbing against each other and ... and ... and shit!" And he said, "Yeah, dude. That'd be hot!" I took that as encouragement, so I reached down between us and grasped our cocks, wrapped both my hands around them, squeezed them together tight so they pulsed as one. Electricity arced between us; we both gasped at the voltage. He shivered, so violently he almost lost his balance, and he reached out to steady himself, planted his right hand on my hip, dug his fingers into my flank. "Fuuuuuuck," one of us breathed. And then I started jacking. The simple up and down with a slight twist that I was used to took on a new ferocity. Instead of one hand I used two; I held two dicks, not just one, two dicks in my grip, rubbing and straining and grinding against each other, greedy for the jolts of power that sizzled on our sensitive, sliding skin. No friction at all in the dance. Sweat and precum squished in my fist. One of us (or both of us, who knows?) moaned. The fuck movie had ended at some point; now the tv screen only featured a silent loop of title screen vids. The only sound came from our sweaty, colliding bodies, from the gasps and moans and muttered obscenities, from the rusty squeaking of bedsprings. Only the moment, only that fluid, fulsome bonding mattered. Only Rudy and me in that moment, two friends briefly straining to become one. I didn't think about the fact that I held his penis in my hand so much as that I held Rudy himself, literally by his dick but metaphysically by something much larger, something so big I couldn't quite comprehend it. I, and, by extension, he, had reached the point of no return. If Chad or his mom or dad or Justin Bieber (ptui!) walked in too bad. Me and Rudy strained to finish. The dam was breaking. The flood refused to yield. The slightly longer length and the outward curve of the top of my shaft worked the jerk up another notch. I remembered him showing me the ticklish spot on his cock, right where the foreskin joined the neck of his shaft, and I changed the angle of my fuckfist. Instead of the simple synchronous piston pattern I'd been using, I rotated my fist and my hips so our cocks wrestled against instead of with each other. So our cockheads rubbed up and down each others shaft. On a quick downward stroke, I stopped at that sensitive spot and ground my head into it, then slowly slid upward, so that as our heads grew even and mine pushed past, the curve on my cock pushed my head over and across his own. I felt his pisshead spewing precum against my circumcision scar, my own ticklish spot, and I almost keened at the wet heat. He drew in a ragged breath at the sensation, and brought the hand not already holding me to grib my other flank. He dug his fingers in and slid them back further, to grab at my asscheeks, to massage them and need them. To give him purchase to begin grinding his hips into me, bucking into my fist and my cock. We'd gone beyond mutual masturbation here. Now, we fucked. No pussy or mouth or ass gripped us tight, only my double sized fist, yet we fucked the hole between us as one machine, filling the hole with ourselves so it wasn't empty anymore. "Not . . . not gonna . . . be long now, Rudy," I gasped, looking at his contorting face, at the sweaty matted fur on his torso, at our crotches where our cocks slipped and slid and danced in my fist, back up at his face. I watched his unfocused gaze move up and down my body in the same pattern. He grinned lustfully, winked one of those startlingly blue eyes at me. "Do it, dude, just blow," he said, "I'm almost there too." His right hand let go my ass and rubbed across my back, caressing the skin, skating on the sweat. The light touch contrasted like smoke and shadown with the the almost brutal action of my fuckfist and left me all but hyperventilating. He slid his fingers to my chest and upper belly, tickling the hairless flesh, circling but not touching my nipples. So close, so close, I knew that if he so much as grazed my right nubbin I'd blow. There's like a direct wire between my that nipple and my cock; tweak it just right and I explode. If Rudy were as good a friend as I figured he was, and as observant, he'd know that. And, wonder of wonders, he did know that! No sooner had the thought fragment floated through my overheated brain than his fingers closed around the hard little soldier and twisted. Viciously. The sharp, stinging shock overloaded my system, the pain cutting like a razor through the soft belly of my ravenous pleasure, and amplified the pleasure, pushing it up and out until it had nowhere to go and needs must explode! Yeah, that's right, I exploded, I gushed, I spent my soul in a tidal wave of ecstasy. I howled, I know I actually howled when the first contraction of my orgasm rolled in. Rudy threw back his own head, but he didn't howl so much as grimace and strain with the effort of his orgasm. We spewed together, volley after volley of cream colored shot splashed our bellies and chests and arms; one landed on his cheek and hung there, jiggling like jello with the spasms of Rudy's body. The nut went on and on and on, we were one being so our pleasure doubled and quadrupled back into itself. We knew euphoria, and swam its dark depths together. Because we were young, because we loved each other like more than brothers and because this leg of the trip demanded we travel together. At last, the flow ebbed, dropped us gently but firmly back onto earth. Our explosive spurts of semen waned into warm dribbles. I let go our cocks, but neither of us broke contact. Instead we fell together, pressed our bodies up each other, chest to chest and belly to belly, our steaming flesh fusing together from all the sweat and cum and drool that decorated our upper bodies, our cocks dangling and deflating between us, nudging and knocking together, for all world like teammates smacking ass after a great game. We grabbed onto each others hips, rested our heads on each others shoulder, riding out the shakes and shivers that rippled up and down our bodies, quicksilver flashes of passion that ignited and faded. Our hearts began to slow. Our breathing dropped from heavy, heaving pants to steady, satiated breaths, the kind of breaths that felt sinful in the breathing. "Um, wow," Rudy breathed after what seemed like hours, "just, you know, wow." Understatement of the year, I thought, but all I said was, "Yeah." We started giggling then, no way to hold it back, and we jiggled there against each other, almost as tightly together as our cocks had been just minutes ago. The giggles became outright gales of laughter, and we shook and rattled so violently it upset the balance between us and we collapsed onto the bed, still twined together in a mix of sweat and semen and hormones in general. When the hilarity subsided some, and as we laid there in a mix of tangled limbs, Rudy murmured, "That was fucking amazing dude. Your hands felt like a hole gobbling us up." "It was a two man job," I whispered right back. "You had as much to do what that, yeah, you said it, amazing nut." He chuckled. "Seriously, dude, if Chad is gonna top that performance, he's gonna have to work hard!" And a voice cut through the sultry quiet of the room. "If Chad is gonna what? I didn't hear you." The real world crashed down around us. Chad, the unwitting victim to our little blowjob plot, stood in the doorway of Rudy's room, watching us with a comical joviality lighting up his plump little face. His smug, plump little face. "And, just out of curiosity," he continued, blithe in the glare of Rudy's and my stupefaction, "were you guys committing some weird act of mutual masturbation, or were you dancing? Cuz if you were dancing, well, don't expect America's Got Talent to come calling." * * * * Thanks for reading my story. I have plans to write a total of four chapters here, with at least two more characters joining the cast, if there is sufficient interest. Coming up in "Because – the second orgasm" Chad joins the dance and learns all the steps. If you liked this story please shoot an email to rustyslocumerotica@gmail.com and tell me. If you didn't like it, you can let me know that too, but I won't be as interested.