Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2004 20:47:14 -0800
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: Very Best Friends 3

Thank you again, readers, for your appreciation of my story.  Here is the
4th Chapter about Tony and Jon.

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[Chapter 3, continued....]

	"Wow!", he laughed then, like a big kid, his face more handsome than any
guy on earth.  "So I can hold you and stuff?  You sure that it's not.....?"
	"....I TOLD you," I stammered.  "I LIKE it."
	"Sweet!"
	He leaned into me, which made me lean in also.  Our gigantic cocks tilted
toward themselves, only a few inches apart.  We actually had our faces
side-by-side, his nappy hair feeling like wool.  He brushed his cheekbone
against mine.  Then he sighed, his big arm hugging me, making us snuggle.



Chapter Four

	Tony made our physical contact feel so natural or something.  My overactive
mind kept sounding alarms that two guys shouldn't do that together.  But my
mind was no longer in charge.  Tony's muscular closeness was way more
persuasive--besides, I was feeling more secure than I ever had in my life.
It was like he was protecting me, trying to make me happy.  And there sure
weren't many people who were keen on doing that.
	He laughed, the sound vibrating against our pressed faces.
	"What?", I asked.
	"Nothing--except that when I get a hardon--especially like right now, with
you?"
	"Yeah?"
	"It's like I feel MADE of cock, you know?--like I'm just one, huge DICK."
	"I feel that way, too," I said.  "If I get one in gym, or in class, I just
want to die."
	He nodded like crazy.  "No shit!  There's no hiding THESE babies.  And you
can't whack-off in gym, huh?"  He was grinning against my cheek.
	I said nothing back.  I couldn't.  He knew as well as I did that one way or
another, blowing our loads was inevitable.  Just exactly HOW was beyond my
imagining.  It made me clutch inside.
	"You jerk-off much?", he asked, sounding totally casual, our bodies
rubbing, his muscles slippery and hot.
	"When I have to," I managed back.  "It makes me feel like I'm gonna have a
heart attack.  The first time I did it, I thought I'd have to call an
ambulance it was so scary."
	"Wow--cool!", he whistled.  "I think it's the hottest feeling on earth.
Totally."
	"Oh, Jesus," I mumbled.  "All this sexy talk is making me....."
	"Just tell me to shut up, Jonnie," he said self-critically.  "I'm acting
like an asshole around you--you must think...."
	"...I TOLD you," I interrupted, backing my face away to stare into his
brown eyes.  "I like it, okay?--we ARE very best friends!"
	His eyes were so brown they were nearly black.  He blinked his thick
lashes, his eyes soft and grateful.
	"I dig you, Jonnie," he said.  "I know it sounds...."  He looked worried.
	".....I dig you, too," I interrupted again, hating his second-guessing me.
"A lot," I added, a thrill of fear going up my spine over admitting it.
	"Not the way I do about you," Tony's eyes widened even more, unable to look
at me for once.  His voice was very, very quiet.
	"Jesus," I wanted to shake him or something.  "I'm letting you hold
me--we're sitting here naked, flashing total hardons at each other--", I
almost laughed in frustration.  "--how much more can we 'dig' one another?"
	He looked hesitant, then kind of smiled a little.  "Do you think we
could--you know--whack off together?"
	My adrenelin kicked-in.  Once my feelings are at the surface, I seem to say
anything that comes to mind.  "Right HERE?", I looked stunned.  "Right in
your parents' hot tub?"
	He laughed, the sound full of delight.  "You afraid we're gonna clog up the
filter?"
	 l laughed, too, his merriment infectious.
	"I shoot buckets when I come," I said earnestly.  "And I bounce around like
I'm being electrocuted.  I'll probably drown by the time I'm finished."
	"Wow," Tony's eyes grew wide, "I can't wait to see THAT!"
	"Me drowning?"
	He laughed.  "Shit--you're so great.  God.  What a great guy you are."
	I was feeling really excited inside.  The feelings confused me.
	 "We could go out in the yard," I looked beyond the deck.
	"I guess," he looked with me. "But I want to watch--it'll be hot.  It's
pitch dark over there."
	"Put some lights on, then."
	"Hey--yeah!", he rose up, his huge dick spearing wildly, hurling drops of
water everywhere.  I stared at it, swallowing thickly, my eyes following its
rigid gyrations.
	"We've got these cool yard lights," he said excitedly, not caring that I
was openly eyeing his turned-on crotch.  "Wait here til I switch 'em on."
	And then I was staring at his round, flexing ass.  It seemed to blossom out
from his narrow hips like twin bowling balls.  They rubbed and jumped and
dimpled as he climbed out of the tub.  His waist wedged-up to shoulders so
wide it was a wonder Tony didn't have to walk sideways to get through doors.
	His feet slapped wetly on the deck, leaving me staring down at my
steamed-up rod as he disappeared into the house.
	"Jesus," I said out loud, feeling dazed and suddenly very alone.  I looked
like a lobster, my tan replaced by bright pink blotches.  My cockhead glowed
maroon, it was so taut.  "Now THAT'S attractive," I chided myself, looking
at my pink body, and getting up.
	My giant hardon felt indignant, being forced to travel about.  It only
wanted one thing, but I didn't dare touch it.  My dick is so big, it thinks
it can get me to do whatever the hell it wants--every minute of the day.
	Well, it was finally winning the battle.  My overactive, sensoring mind was
no match for Tony's daring attitude.  His body made my hot cock polevault
out of my blond, curly bush.  And all the frosty night air was doing, was
making it throb even more.
	Suddenly a whole forest of little, hidden lights lit up the rock-gardened
lawn.  "Whooee!", I heard Tony yell from the house.  "You want a beer,
Tarzan?"
	And before I could answer, he was kicking the screen door open, his
enormous shaft slapping his hard belly, his huge balls tossing around.  He
carried a beer in each hand.
	"Awww, sweet!", he grinned, staring between my legs.  "You're so fuckin'
sexy!"
	His chest was so muscular, his super-dark, wide-circled nipples stood out
like another pair of eyes.
	"This is the BEST," he handed me my beer and clinked my bottle.  My
shoulder came to the middle of his bulging brown bicep.  It was like a
granite boulder when it flexed.
	He sauntered over the lawn, the little lamps casting obscene shadows from
Tony's oversized, jutting cock.  The light made his brown muscles look
sculpted--like he was a walking Greek statue.
	"Strut your dick around, man," he grinned, taking a big swig.  "Feels
great, huh?"
	I winced in sweet agony as my billyclub jounced about for his pleasure.
	"Jesus Christ," Tony stared.  "HOW tall are you again?"
	"Five-four", I said, embarrassed suddenly by the question.  I swallowed
some beer and began feeling outrageously naked again.  "I'm a hundred and
forty-five pounds."
	"That's one hell of a cock on anyone--but, Jesus GOD..."
	".....I know--okay?," I kind of huffed at him.  I knew my cock was big.
Shit.  So was Tony's.
	"It's like you're BUILT to have sex, Jonnie."
	I stared at him, my green eyes flashing.  "--that suposed to be a
compliment?"
	Tony laughed, spreading his huge arms out, his big hardon bobbing around.
"Fuckin' RIGHT!", he laughed, looking at me with amazement.
	I couldn't help it, and had to laugh, too.  His sexy good cheer was
intoxicating.  So was the beer I'd nearly finished.  "Well," I said,
finally, trying again to be serious.  "...if I am--then you REALLY are!"  I
stared at his hot body.
	"Then we're made of each other, huh?," he grinned.
	"I--I guess so," I drank some more beer.
	He looked at me, his cheekbones sculpted by the magical light--his eyes
dark as the night sky.  "Can I--um--feel it?........you know........touch
it?"
	Maybe it was the beer, I don't know.  Even one beer gets to me really
quickly.  Or maybe it was just his handsome, sexy innocence.  Like me, he
was just kind of crazy with curiousity.  He was much bolder than I was--or I
would've asked him the same thing.
	"I'm afraid it'll shoot all over you," I looked down at myself.  "It's all
tingly--like it's gonna go off all by itself."
	"You can take mine," he said then.  "I want you to."
	"Oh, God," I whispered, staring at his throbbing, dark-headed cock.  "I
don't know....."
	"You're shy?"
	I nodded, drinking more beer--this time for courage.  "It's not that I
don't want to," I said, feeling I had to explain.  "I want to more than
anything," I heard myself murmer out loud.
	"Awwwh, cool," Tony said, smiling proudly.  "You make me so fuckin' hot,
Jonnie.  Jesus."  His flexing pecs were mesmerizing, his nipples staring at
me.  "You're so built--yet so godamned humble!"
	I kicked at the grass, my cheeks flushing pink again.  I both hated and
adored his compliments.  I felt like a little girl when he looked at me.  My
outrageously hard cock reminded me I was anything but.
	"You're real good to me, Tony," I murmured.  "You make me feel safe--like
you're my bodyguard, or something."
	He looked serious, suddenly.  I thought I'd said the wrong thing.  Then he
just impulsively lifted his arm into an eye-popping biceps flex.  His muscle
thundered into rock, the swell bigger than a football.  The deep cave of his
armpit was tufted with black, kinky hair.
	"I'll fuckin' crush the son-of-a-bitch who gives you any trouble," he
vowed, looking at his tremendous arm.  "Swear to God, Jonnie.  Shit."
	"Hey," I smiled in embarrassment.  "You don't have to......"
	He relaxed, yet snorted, his nose flaring.  "I know you can handle
yourself," he said then.  "Don't get me wrong."  His eyes became soft again.
  "I just.....I just don't want anything to happen to you, Jonnie."
	Feeling a little giddy, I suddenly set my beer down, put my hands on my
hips, sucked-in my abs, and flexed my gymnast chest.  I could feel my
nipples bloating out at him.  "I'll protect you, too, pal."
	His eyes travelled all over my torso.  "No shit," he whistled.
	I relaxed my silly pose, feeling chagrined after witnessing Tony's display
of raw strength.  Not knowing quite what to do, I took up my beer and
finished it off.
	"Want another?", he asked, still looking at my pecs.
	"Do YOU?"
	He tilted his bottle, and killed it.  "Why don't we just take a walk or
something," he suggested.
	I looked down at myself, then over at him.  "With THESE?", I smiled
impishly, flaunting my warlord.
	"Why the hell not?", he grinned.  "They probably won't like it much--but
we're not ready yet to.....
you know...."
	"Okay," I said, setting my bottle down.
	We strolled then, side-by-side, our proud cocks like projectiles.  We
headed to the stairs going down to the dock, the darkness swallowing us up.
Tony's arm came down behind me, his hand on my waist.
	This time I reached around his own and did the same.  He felt hot.  He was
muscular everywhere--his body gracefully rippling with every step.  I even
leaned my head against his shoulder, suddenly glad I was shorter than he.
	I heard him sigh.
	On the steps, I moaned as my nerve-shorted cock slapped around, scolding me
for doing nothing about its perpetual stiffness.
	"Jesus," Tony said in the darkness.  "I can hear them slapping our
stomachs!"
	I laughed.  "Mine's all angry with me--never been this hard for so long."
	"Tell me about it," he said when we reached the dock.
	We suddenly saw the moon rising above the mountains, its reflection in the
still lake.  There was a chilling mist rising from the glassy surface.
	It was so bright, I could see Tony's muscles gleaming.  He drew me close
beside him, his body glowing warm in the frosty October night.
	"Isn't this beautiful?", I said, the whole Milky Way spread out above us.
	His arm came further around my side.  He looked down as I looked up.  His
eyes were hypnotiic in the moonlight.
	I swallowed hard.  It was an awful, exquisite moment.
	It was 'now-or-never' time, I somehow realised.
	"You could--I mean--it's okay if....."
	".....yeah?," Tony asked, still looking into my upraised face.
	I pulled away to stand facing him, my whole entire being centered between
my legs.  The sheer heft of my aching dick--the maddening sexual electricity
it was generating--all of it had grown too extreme to anymore try to ignore.
	My balls felt heavier than apples, they were so full.
	I pushed my hips out into the moonlight.  My live-wired cock lanced out at
him like a sledge hammer.
	"You sure?", Tony's hand was reaching towards it.
	I nodded, bracing myself.  "Yeah," I whispered.
	A nighthawk circled high up in the midnight sky, its cry lonely and
soulful.  The silvery light glimmered over the lake and glittered over my
twitching cock, the moon itself reflected across the satiny, taut head.  My
blond bush looked like angel hair wreathed around the base.  And towards it
came his dark, muscular hand.

	When his fingers connected, I thought I'd die.

	 "Oh Jesus,"  I whispered, the sensation so utterly erotic, I saw colored
dots bursting before my eyes.
	"Man-oh-man, Tony breathed, wrapping his hand around its girth.  He
squeezed, exploring its weight and thickness.
	"Ohhhhhh," I moaned.  "Oh, Tony."
	"Yeah?", his voice was hushed.  "Amazing cock, Jonnie.  Jesus."
	"Oh fuck."
	 I couldn't believe the alarming feelings as Tony began slowly milking my
torched shaft.
	"You want mine?", he asked, taking a step closer.
	My eyes were squeezed shut.  When I opened them, his moonlit dork was
jerking upwards from his black, bushy triangle.  The mushroom head glinted
like polished ebony.
	Overwhelmed by his slow fisting, my hand simply came up and under his fat,
hair-sprinkled bag--a bundle of soft, hot peaches in my palm.
	"Oh, my balls," Tony husked.
	He squeezed my skintight rod.
	And suddenly I couldn't get enough of them.  The tender power of those
velvety jewels made me tumble them around, seeking their maleness--craving
their vulnerable power.
	Tony's hand found my ultra-alive cockhead and I jumped, my own hand
suddenly wrapping around his enormous cock.
	We were trembling with erotic thrills, little cries escaping our lips, as
our hands began the maddening, needy miling of one another's insatiable
tools.  And soon we couldn't take it--our rods overly ripe, our hips jolting
and bucking.
	We couuldn't control what we were doing to each other.
	"Oh God," I let his go.  "TIME, Tony," I shuddered, nearly falling off the
dock.
	We stood there panting, laughing in embarrassed apology, our cocks
twitching in neglected outrage.
	"Too much, huh?", Tony agreed.
	"I'm so used to doing my own," I replied, feeling shaky.
	Tony turned away from the lake.  "It's fuckin' FREEZING out here," he said,
"How about we finish 'em off in the hot tub."
	"Yeah, sure."
	My cock was angry at being forced to endure another stroll.
	But we didn't waste any time getting back to the inviting heat--to the
turquoise glow of the steaming pool.
	Tony was already sitting as I gingerly came down the little steps.
	The contrast of chilly, autumnal air, and the eighty degree water was
shocking.
	"Just stay there," he said, as I stood on the ledge.
	It suited me fine--the temperature was too much to handle all at once.  My
body was freezing--my feet and ankles were boiling.
	I looked at Tony's spread, submerged legs--at his suface-cresting cock.  My
eyes stared at his brown pecs and dark, wide-circled nipples--his huge
shoulders.
	He, though, was staring at me, the black pupils of his eyes dialated--fixed
on my naked crotch.  My cock began jerking all by itself, as if it, too,
were staring back at him.
	"Christ," he said in awe.  "There's gotta be at least fifteen inches--at
least!"
	"W-what?", I stared down at myself.
	"---from the tip of your dick to the bottom of your balls, there has to be
a good sixteen inches of sex goin' on, Jonnie."
	"Yeah?--so?", I muttered, thinking the worst about myself.
	"That means a whole foot-and-a-half of your five-and-a-half feet, is all
SEX!"
	"Aw, shut up," I complained.  "Look at YOURS."
	"It's fuckin' awesome, is what it is, Jon.  You should see it from here!"
	His mouth was literally open in wonder.  His eyes were planted on my cock's
every twitch and wobble as I self-consciously shifted my weight.
	"You're making me feel like a godamned freak or something," my green eyes
glowered.  "Just because you're so....."
	"....hey", his low voice stopped me.  "Any guy would kill to have your body
and looks--never MIND what's bouncing around between your legs."
	I fell silent.  To me this wasn't really complimentary.  I felt like a
'Ken' doll or something, standing there.  It wasn't awful--but it just
sounded kind of crass, coming from Tony.
	"I'm sorry," I heard him say then.
	"For what?"
	 He looked chagrined when I finally looked over.
	"It's--it's really your heart that gets to me, man," he said quietly.  "The
rest is--well, it just sort of takes my breath away at times."  He looked up
into my face, his eyes searching.  "I don't mean to be such a dumb jock."
	"You're not."
	"Don't...don't give up on me, Jon--okay?"
	"S-stop it," I stammered.  "It's not like YOU don't get me all horny, you
know.  I'm glad you think I'm hot."  I looked down at myself.  "I'm just
touchy about my height, is all.  Maybe if I had a normal-sized dick, I
wouldn't care so much."  I tried to smile, but couldn't really.
	He tried a smile out on me.  "We 'donkey-dongs' have to stick together."
	I smiled then, too.  "I guess we do," I said, and then used my hips to wave
my stiffness at him, feeling my balls bruise my furry thighs.
	"So tough," Tony murmured.
	I don't exactly know why, but suddenly I felt like flaunting what I had.
	I stood there, ankle deep, hip-swinging my rigid whopper in belly-tossing
arcs.  My balls heaved around, and I parted my legs to let them careen in
wild circles.
	"God DAMN!", Tony stared.
	I wet my first finger, then dropped my hand to trace the whole length of my
muscular weapon.  It blushed scarlet and bucked, sending off sparks, little
thrills making my balls gather up.  All the while I stared into Tony's
slack-jawed face, appreciating for once, the effect I was having at him.
	Then, daringly, I climbed down into the tub, waded my way right between his
spread legs.  I could feel his smooth, wet thighs against my knees.  Our
throbbing cocks were so close, I swear I could feel the heat of his
radiating out at mine.
	"Hot, hot cocks," I husked down at Tony.  "Huh, man?"
	"Y-yeah," he whispered, not daring to move a muscle.

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