Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2011 14:31:05 -0700 (PDT) From: doned88 Subject: Spontaneous Clyde loved to wrestle. He and Sammy rolled around in the backyard all the time. As they grew their wrestling matches got wilder, nearly violent often leaving both with bruises and even a black eye now and then. Their matches were on the grass, in the water of Sammy's backyard pool, in the bathroom under the shower or in the tub and in either one's bedroom where they hung out. Clothed or naked, their bodies seemed to need to cling to the other rolling around, pinning, bulging muscles as their arms and legs intertwined and their muffled groans and curses signaled their all out efforts. Neither knew when the other would attack causing their parents to yell at them to stop in the middle of the night when one was sleeping over at the other's house. As they matured their cocks hardened in the matches giving each other a handle to grab during their willing conflicts. Then on one night, Sammy attacked Clyde plopping on top of him. "Hush" he said "This will be fun" he gyrated rubbing his jockey clad hips and his male glands it contained against Clyde . "What the fuck are you doing?" Clyde whispered loudly but he didn't push Sammy off his nearly naked body. He felt Sammy pull his underwear down and rub his cock. Then the sliding resumed sending charges of energy through him that he had felt only when encircling his own erection until it shot out his cum. "Shit" He said expressing the enjoyment. From that night on, their sleepovers repeated their body rubbing, moving greased up cocks against bellies and each other. Their hands pulled each other closer by clutching each other's buttocks. Their fingers slid between to wrap around each other's ball sac to prolong their orgasms. It was Clyde who's fingers moved under Sammy to finger his butthole another night not long after their new wrestle like fun began. "Yea" Sammy said encouraging the new sensation. Clyde assumed his friend, like him, had stuck a finger inside now and then when masturbating. He felt Sammy mirror his action in future sessions. No longer were they limited to overnight sessions. Their wrestling seemed to move more and more in that direction despite location or time of day. "Fuck" Sammy said in one midnight session. "Yea" Clyde said feeling his body getting close to the first eruption of the night. They had tried to do more and more each time now, seeking delayed orgasms. "Fuck man fuck me" Sammy said Clyde lay there not sure what to do. He felt his cock grabbed as Sammy rose to his knees and straddled him. The cock entered Sammy's asshole with his guidance. He looked up at his friend seeing the intense expression he had illuminated by the street light through his bedroom window. As his cock felt the tightness, Sammy's face wrinkled, his lips moving his throat causing a mutter Clyde couldn't understand. "Don't worry, when we're through I'm gonna fuck you too" Clyde smiled as he promised. Clyde lay there not sure what he should do. Sammy moved in a rocking motion fucking himself on Clyde's cock. His hands moved over his naked body then to Clyde's chest grabbing his nipples and using them as handles to help him rock. Clyde gasped not able to control his body. Sammy was hurting him and giving him pleasure. It wasn't the first time. When once during their wrestling matches, he had blushed when his cock revealed his excitement and later when he relished grabbing Sammy's while he too grabbed back, now something else was happening. Clyde arched his back as muscles inside him moved without his conscious control. Opening his eyes he saw Sammy looking upward his eyes open. Clyde felt his body erupt up inside his friend's body. He was fucking his best friend. Sammy lay on top of him now, quiet, breathing heavy but not moving. Clyde's hands moved down his smooth sides and over his equally smooth buttocks. His cock was still inside but he felt it moving either of its own accord or by Sammy's intestinal easing it out. A pop was heard as his cock appeared in the cool night air. "You ready?" Sammy said in his ear. "Not yet" Clyde said "Yea right" Sammy moved placing himself below Clyde and grabbing his ankles. "I'm gonna fuck you hard" he promised. Clyde wasn't sure what to do. He had fucked the other but it wasn't his conscious desire. But feeling the warmth tight grasp of Sammy's anal cavity, he discovered the pleasure. Watching Sammy's face he knew he was giving his best friend a kind of pleasure not previously offered. The cock seemed to move inside him easily. His butthole was dilated either by Sammy's fingers earlier or his excitement. It slid into him and Clyde felt it move along his intestines past his sphincter and as far as it's length would go. "I've been wanting to do this since we were kids" Sammy grinned in an almost evil way. The fucking began as promised, hard and fast. Clyde closed his eyes, seeing himself naked with Sammy in the back yard when they were ten, his mother yelling at them. He felt the strong arms around him, the legs that pinned him, and the skin that rubbed against him. His body was charged with the cock that pumped in and out of him. In the light of the night, he saw the undulating muscles of Sammy above him as his friend fucked him like a whore or what he imagined that might be. They had watched women getting fucked in porn video, even watched bisexual scenes and fumbled with their own excited penis, moving into a supposed innocent wrestling match afterwards. Clyde knew now what he had feared then as his body became the tool of Sammy's sexual desires. He curled his body and reached out to feel his friend's legs. It was awkward but somehow intensified the sensations. "Yea squeeze it tighter bitch" Sammy hissed. Clyde flexed his butthole and heard Sammy curse. He lay back and kept grabbing Sammy's cock when he tried to pull it backwards. Each time Sammy cursed him and pushed his cock back in even harder then he had earlier. Clyde thought he felt the cock inside him expand more, sending some forgotten pain feelings through his body. Then Sammy fell forward on top of him again. Clyde felt cool air brush across his butthole. He knew Sammy's cock had slid out of him, now too soft to fill up his insides. "Shit" Sammy said "You're a hot bitch" Clyde laughed "Who you calling a bitch bitch?" Then Sammy moved his head. Clyde had never thought about it before. But now he did it, as if he had. Their lips met, their tongues dove inside and their hands clutched, each revealing their love and need for the other. Clyde knew they would fuck again. Sammy planned on it to happen later that night.