Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2008 02:39:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Friedman Subject: Kung Fu Humping Ch. 4 This story involves sex between boys. If, for any reason, this either isn't your cup of tea or is something you shouldn't be reading, please go do something else. Otherwise, enjoy! This story is totally fictional, and as such, any resemblance to any specific person (living or dead), event, or place is purely coincidental. Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without my prior permission. Comments can be sent to forcewielder2000@yahoo.com; flames will be analyzed for comedic value, and may be distributed with humorous editorial comments by yours truly to others who think like me. ~Mark *************** Logan and I left the movie theater and unlocked our bikes from the bike rack before heading back to his place. Spring was finally here (yay!) and we'd just seen "The Spiderwick Chronicles" (while it was a good movie, I imagine I'd have enjoyed it more if I hadn't kept imagining what it would be like to have my dick in Freddie Highmore's mouth). We soon arrived at his place and put our bikes in the back yard. We headed into his bedroom. I was first to go in, and suddenly Logan jumped me from behind, pushing me to the ground. We started wrestling, and he kept rubbing my crotch in various ways, and my dick quickly got hard. I couldn't believe he was doing that accidentally, and that made it all the more annoying. When he took a particularly long, vigorous swipe at my crotch while he was on top of me, I suddenly started ejaculating, blowing my semen all over my briefs. I gasped out, bucking my hips a bit during the ejaculation. When I finished, I gasped out, "Punk!" "What?" he said, trying to act innocent but not really succeeding. "You just made me come in my pants!" I told him. "Oops," he replied, grinning. Deciding to give him a piece of his own medicine, I suddenly reached up and grabbed his crotch, noting that his own dick was already hard (gee, surprise, surprise...). I started rubbing it vigorously, and within moments he groaned out and started flopping all over me. After several moments, I felt his dick going soft, and he as he stopped flopping around his face came to rest pressed up against my chest. I heard him utter a muffled "Dork! I had plans for that!" "Oops," I said mildly. He got up, and took his sandals off. He then dropped his pants and boxers, and stood there dressed in only his shirt and undershirt. "Ugh," he said. "Having semen all over the inside of your underwear feels weird." "I know," I said, stripping off my own sandals, pants, and briefs. He glanced down at my briefs. "Hey, we can get those washed if you want, Justin. I mean, I can always get anther pair of underwear on, but that's all you've got here." I shrugged. "All right." We quickly washed my briefs out and tossed them in the dryer. Logan proposed that we shower together to get what semen remained on us off. I kind of liked the idea of taking a shower with Logan, so I quickly agreed. We headed into the bathroom and, shucking off our shirts and undershirts, got into the shower. Logan grabbed the bar of soap and started running it all over my body. After he was through, I took the soap from him and returned the favor, enjoying the contact we were having. When I finished, and we had both rinsed off, we got out of the shower and dried off. Still naked, we headed into the family room, grateful for the fact that no one else was expected to be home for a while, and plopped down on the couch in front of the television. Finding a show to watch, Logan snuggled up next to me, and I put my arm around him. "So," he said during one commercial break, "did you ever think we'd go from where we started to being boyfriends?" "Not in my wildest dreams," I said with a chuckle as I ran my eyes over Logan's nude body. We'd met when I was 7 and he was 6, a few days after his family had moved into the neighborhood. We'd both been out bike riding when we'd collided with each other. We'd each felt the other was at fault (though probably neither of us was), and it started off a rivalry between us. Somehow, our moms had found out, and they worked together to get us together so that we could become friends instead of rivals - suffice to say, it worked, and by the time we found out what they had done, we were good friends and didn't really mind (though I'm sure they hadn't expected us to wind up becoming lovers any more than we had). He glanced at me and, seeing that I was oogling him, gave me a quick kiss. We watched TV for a while before Logan dropped his hand into my lap and started slowly fondling me. My dick slowly started extending outward as it got hard. I took the arm that had been around him and started fondling him in return, and his dick also started getting hard. "I want to try something," he said softly. "Get down on the floor on your hands and knees." I did what I was told, and he got behind me. He lined his dick up with my butthole and started entering me. He was quickly inside me, and, wrapping his arms around me, he started rocking his hips back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of my butt and his balls flopping against mine with each inward thrust of his hips. I had kind of wanted to try it doggy stile before, but had never really thought about it before during our previous lovemaking sessions. Once again, every so often his dick would hit something inside me that felt really good. I soon closed my eyes and groaned as my semen shot out of the end of my dick. Logan thrust a few more times before he came into me. He laid his upper body down on me, his softening dick still inside me, and I slowly sunk to the ground. After a few moments, he said quietly, "I love you, Justin." "I love you, too, Logan," I replied. We laid there for a while before getting up. I got dressed and, giving Logan a long kiss, headed home.