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"Crazy fucker," he said, putting his head back under the spray. He was standing in the semi-outdoor shower we'd just installed - and by semi-outdoor I mean that there were holes in the roof.
FUCKING PERFECT
He was helping me with a cabin renovation that had turned into a nightmare. I was one of those stupid fucks that panicked and bought a second home when the pandemic hit. It seemed like a good idea at the time - and it was okay - for a while - until I stepped through the floor cuz of the dry-rot, discovered the racoon infestation behind the drywall, and broke the front porch.
You read that right.
I broke the front porch - by leaning on it.
I guess I shoulda got an inspection, huh?
Anyway, this was the summer I was gonna finally fix the place - and fix the place up - so I flew my buddy Axel up for an extended stay and we'd been busting ass for a couple of days now.
The shower was the first thing we re-built cuz after two-days of heat wave we was stank as shit - and the creek didn't cut it. I didn't mind it that much, but he did, so ...
He got the first use of the shower and I was ... um ... documenting it (so to speak).
He stepped out of the spray and yanked at a ratty towel that may or may not have been involved in the racoon infestation, grinning like the asshole he is - but his bulk seemed a bit threatening.
"Seriously, bro - why you takin' my pic?"
"No reason - I mean - I'm - like - making a chronicle - kind of like a before and after - "
"Uh huh," he said, eyeing me. "Just don't post that shit on line - she's been stalking me on the 'gram and I'm fucking over it."
He was talking about the latest lady that had dumped him. This was a serious dumping - which is one of the reasons I invited him up. He had the vacation time piled up and he really needed to get away. She was supposed to be 'the one' but had dropped him like a rock when he started talking about having kids.
Bitch.
(I was allowed to call her that. He gave me permission.)
Mostly I was relieved that he'd bought my story about the pics - cuz I was snapping them for only one reason: bate material. He was sleepin' in the queen and I was out front, in the tent - this was no two-bedroom palace - and I figured I could wank it freely if I slept outside.
The pics could help. I mean ... he was hot.
Just look at him.
And that goddamn smile.
Anyway, I shrugged it off and he seemed to buy it, and then said, "Ain't you gonna clean up?" inviting me into the small space.
"Naw - some brush clearing I want to do yet," I said, turning, hiding my hard and heading outside.
The moment passed.
He took a chill for the rest of the afternoon and I worked to create a larger perimeter around the cabin - fire prevention, supposedly. He watched me from the porch that was no longer a porch, and we shot the shit - but mostly we were just silent.
it was like that between us - best buds since high school - then college - now onward ... to life. What I mean is we could just hang together and not say shit and that would be ... you know ... just fine. Cool.
"Bro!" he called to me -
I turned.
He tossed me a bottle of water. I was sweatin fierce.
"Toss me your phone - so I can take some of more of those pics for ya -"
So I unlocked my phone and tossed it to him, not really thinking, given how hot and sweaty and tired I was.
He took some shots - of me - of the perimeter - of the porch-under-repair. And then he sat back and I went to work. But when I turned around about fifteen minutes later he was smirking, eyes shining like they did when he was fucking with me - or about to.
"Time to call it, bud," he shouted. "I'm getting hungry."
His shirt was off. He was sweat-sheening in the summer heat, legs spread - freeballin in a pair of ratty workout shorts.
Fuck....
Fuckfuckfuck.
"Yeah - you're right." I headed in and he stood, following me.
"Beer?" he asked.
"Uh - yeah - I guess - maybe shower first?"
"Now," he said. "Thirsty. Don't want to drink alone."
He popped two - handed one to me - took his own, and we drank, deep. Then he handed me my phone. I grabbed it, but he didn't let go. I looked up. The smirk was back.
"Where are the pics?" he asked. It sounded innocent enough - and that smile was back, too. He had me in size - not by much - but right now, given his naked chest, his guns and pecs - he seemed imposing.
"Huh?" I asked, not really copping his question, but also ... kind of ... I was.
"Where are the pics, Cade? For the - you know - the 'before and after' thing?"
"Um - I was gonna -"
"I mean - there's a bunch of pics of me. Like ... a bunch. Some I din't even know you took."
"Well - "
"I told you no social media, Caden. I meant it."
He was pissed now - I think - I mean, Axel was hardly ever mad, not since I knew him. Sometimes he was serious, though, and now was one of those times.
"Naw - I swear. I ain't - I haven't - posted anything."
"Then, why, dude? Why all these pics of me?"
I just stood there. His skin was like copper in the sunset. Me, on the other hand - total whiteboy. I'd gotten a little burn. But mostly I was burnin' from embarrassment. I could feel the heat rising - feel my face flush.
"You pervin on me, buddy?" he asked. It was not at all aggressive - or pissed off. More just - straightforward. A question. From one dude to another.
"I mean - bro - naw -"
"'S'up, Caden. Talk to me, bro."
And then he let go of the phone, stepping back. The minor tension broke as he backed off, turned, then threw himself on the dusty, overstuffed chair that sat in front of the wood stove.
"You got something to tell me, buddy?" he asked, legs spreading, but not in a sexual way. He was kind of a big dude - muscular - so he spread out whenever he sat. It was one of the things that I liked about him.
One of them.
One of many.
"You gay?"
"No. Naw - naw man - no," I said, slamming back the beer, drinking half of it. "I mean - naw."
I drank again. Then I said, "Not really."
"So, yeah?"
"I mean - I don't know. I seriously don't."
"But you've been pervin?"
He got up, finished his beer, pulled more from the cooler that doubled as a refrigerator, and handed one to me. This time he just stood - shirtless. I had a hard time looking at him - had a hard time not looking at him. Had a hard time not scoping out his junk, which seemed chubbed to me, but maybe I was dreamin that shit.
"Really wish I had a joint right now," I said.
He laughed. Hard. "Yeah - me, too," he said. "You could grow some up here though, I think."
"Too complicated - " said, relieved that we were off topic.
"I thought you had a stash though ..." he said, trailing off, and I remembered the last time we had been up here - right when travel restrictions eased up. His eyes danced around the place - trying to shake out a memory.
"Fuck," I said. "Fuck! Fuck yeah I do," I said, crossing to the small galley kitchen, reaching up to the top shelf - pulling down a coffee can. "Probably stale as shit -"
"Don't matter, bro," he said, coming up behind me, slapping my back. "Stale weed is better than no weed - let's fucking smoke."
And then he yanked the tin out of my hand and slung himself down on the floor, in front of a coffee table I'd nabbed at a garage sale. Ax was always the dude who rolled our joints - he was good at it - it was a matter of pride for him. But I also knew he was giving me space - time - silence - to figure out what the fuck I was trying to say: the secrets I may be tryin' to tell. It was like that with us. If shit ever got too real we would back off - not like bitches ... sorry, ladies - who the minute they get a scent of the truth (or a lie) will track it down like a blood hound.
Ax was my friend. He didn't need truth on a timeline. And, keeping his eyes on the weed meant I didn't have to whither under his gaze.
"Knife?" he asked. I fetched him one from the kitchen. He took it and began cutting up what was left of the one-half of the one-half of the dime bag.
"Smells good to me," he said, then went to work.
I just stood for a second, then shook myself, grabbing two more beers for us. I finished my old one in a few gulps - then dragged a long pull on the new one, sat down and tried to center myself: not be scared of my truth.
"So - you know - the pandemic was -"
"Fucked up," he interjected.
"Yeah. That. And - ya know - how stir crazy you got after a while? I know you worked out a ton -"
He nodded.
"I did, too - but it wasn't enough, and I was fucking horny all the time. All the fucking time."
He nodded again, mumbling: "All the fucking time."
"Anyway, I tried those dating apps but the bitches - sorry, ladies - were either too freaked out about hooking up or we had to have fucking picnics in the park at fifteen feet distance and I was like - fuck: I just need to get off. I even tried some of that online camera shit - you know, Zoom Sex Parties?"
"For real? Never heard about that."
"Best you didn't - fucking sucked. Then one day this dude hits me up on Tindr or - fuck I don't know which app, but it was for dudes and chicks, not dudes and dudes- and he's like just as hard up as me, says he's bi and shit - and I'm like 'no homo' but he's pushy, plus nuthin' else is happening, and next thing I know we're on a facetime, beating off, and it's ... you know - kind of hot."
"Hmmm," he says, rolling the first one, licking it, sucking on it, tossing it on the table.
"And, like - bam - I get off. Just like that. No strings, no nothing, and suddenly I don't got blue balls and also I'm not sittin' on my phone, trying to butter up some bitch - sorry - lady - and I don't know - I ordered a pizza or something, and that was that. Best sleep I had in weeks, that night."
"He hit you up again?"
"Next day. Same time. So - like - I'm doin' a daily beat off with this dude and it's kind of hot - kinda like you and I did a couple a times in high school - remember?"
"Oh yeah - I remember," he says, glancing up, giving me that fucking smile, then he looks away, but not avoiding me or anything: just doing the job on the joints.
"So, anyway, he's talkin' about how he wants to suck me off and I'm thinkin' why the fuck not, ya know? Seems like a good dude - scruffy looking - longer hair - but ... I don't know - whatever - so like on the next Friday night he shows up with some beers and his vax card and I'm like, why the fuck not, cuz I'm -"
"Stir crazy -"
"Fuck yeah - and horny - and we put on something - maybe the NBA was playin by then - fuck if I remember, cuz he likes to smoke, too, so we're buzzed and drinking and one thing leads to another and it's like ... you know .... it's like -"
"Hot?"
"Fuck yeah. Like ... real hot. And so - so ... so ..." I'm kind of getting closer to my truth and it's not really easy, so I say that: "Ax, this is hard to explain, bud -"
He looks up - looks me straight in the eye - and says: "Just say it, Caden. Just say it."
"Okay. Okay."
I take a deep breathe and I say it.
"It's ... easy. It's just ... easy. Like real easy. I don't got to check in with him, worry about texting him later - make small talk. When we're done we like - hang out for a bit but then he yawns and I yawn, and he splits and then - the next Friday, we're at it again."
"Fuck, man - that's hot."
"Seriously? You think so?"
"Hell yeah," he nods, working on the final joint.
"Dude - I thought you were straight?"
"Bro," he says, all serious. "It's 20-fucking-23. There's no such thing as straight."
That's what he says. Just like that.
And I just fucking laugh, and he laughs, and we fist bump, and he finishes the third stick, and I light up the first one, and suddenly, it's effortless - like it always is between us.
I suck in a huge toke, and he takes the joint from me and says, "So?"
Like he wants to hear more, so I just ... you know ... go for it.
"So .... like, the bummer is his mom gets Covid so he's got to move out of town to take care of her, but by then he's turned me on to the - you know - gay apps, and pretty soon I got guys crawlin' all over me, cuz on my profile I say I'm 'straight but hard up' which, it turns out, is like - catnip for gay dudes and like - in just a few weeks I'm having more fucking sex than I had in my life - and, fuck man, this is where you may think I'm fucked up - but I'm ... you know: liking it. Like - a lot."
"Why you think I'm gonna think you're fucked up, Cay?" he says, all serious, letting the smoke out of his mouth, so it curls out of his lips and over his 'stache and up through his nose and I can't take my eyes off of him.
He passes me the joint.
"Don't know, man - just figured you figured that I was -"
"Straight."
"Yeah."
"But you ain't."
"No. Not entirely at least - I mean - I'm still tryin' dude - I seriously am, cuz I still beat off to straight porn and I been goin on dates but fuck it's a fucking pain in the ass -"
"Tell me about it - but why, bro? Why you think I'm gonna think you're fucked up?"
"Don't know man - just didn't want you to freak out - think I been pervin' or ... or ... I don't know - or anything."
"Dude - I've done shit with dudes - you know that, right?"
"No," I says, real quick, almost jealous like, but not really. "Fuck no - I don't know that."
"Fuck yeah - grad school - this dude couldn't get enough of my dick - and the study load was so fucking intense - so you know - and ...."
"And?"
"Nevermind - tell me more - I interrupted you."
I'm getting buzzed by now, and it's hot - in the cabin - cuz it's summer and a heat wave, ya know, and we're sitting in this smokey haze and I'm still noticing the sweat dripping down his chest - and now I'm horny again and it feels okay not to hide it - or hide my stares - and so I shift around cuz I'm getting hard - not totally, just my balls buzzing and my cock, too, you know how that is. And I take this big fucking hit and pass it to him and just go for it.
"So eventually I pull down that shit about me being straight - say I'm bi - and say I want to try more stuff, ya know: not just be a ... not just get my cock off but - you know - do more."
He's lookin' at me, holding the joint, sniffing up the smoke into his nostrils.
"It's called bein' vers - or a bottom - and it's kind of like - well, there's more bottoms than tops, so I don't get as much play, but also it turns out that gay dudes think I'm hot - cuz ... I don't know -"
"The body, Cade. Because of the body. Dude - look at you - zero-fucking-body-fat, you mother fucker -"
And I grin, high now, but yeah, I'm cut, okay? I don't think I'm as hot as Ax - his body rocks, cuz it's so natural, see, and I got to work on mine, but anyway, I keep going, not acknowledging that my best bud just called me out for having a tight body - which makes my cock throb a little bit more.
"And it turns out that some dudes are really into gingers - and I'm all ginger, as you know -"
"Fucking ginger," he coughs, smiling, cuz he's always called me that. Fucking ginger.
See Ax is one part everything: he's like this stew of shit - his mom's is half African American, half Native American, and his pops is Hispanic and German, but they also got some East Indian, I think - like basically EVERYONE was fucking EVERYONE in his family tree and me I'm just white - totally fucking white - and smooth - and ginger - so he always made fun of me for it, but we were cool with it, cuz when we were together, the ladies took note - guys too -
And anyway...where was I?
Oh right - I was high.
So the mood has shifted - what with the heat and I'm a little rank since I ain't had a shower and he's a got that musky smell you get after a shower and some fresh sweat and I pass him back the joint and he adjusts himself - his dick and balls - I can see that shit now, cuz he's free-balling, like we do, like I said, and it's looking pretty good to me, so I just decide to go for it - tell the truth.
"Gingers. Some guys are into gingers," he says, putting me back on track at the right time, lookin' at me like he gets the whole ginger thing.
"Yeah - so this one dude I hook up with I tell him I never done it - bottomed is what they call it - and he's like totally turned on by that, cuz I guess that means I'm virgin - virgin pussy is what he says - and I say, 'fuck Joe' (that's his name - Joe), 'I ain't gettin fucked' and he says, 'We'll see' but he lets me suck his cock and dude ... I fuckin grooved on it - it felt good not just kicking back, but making another dude feel good, cuz we all know a good blow job from a bad blow job so it's hot to give a really good blow job, cuz most of the blow jobs I got from ladies sucked -"
"Uh huh," he nods, handing me back the joint, and I suck on it and keep talking:
"And then he's sucking me, too, and pretty soon me and Joe are hooking up pretty often, cuz' he's also a fun hang and by then shit is kind of opening up and then one night, bro - Ax - one night we go out and we party and we get fucked up and the next thing I know he's saying he wants to fuck me and I'm saying I want him to fuck me and ... so ... "
And I kind of lose track, because this is my big secret - I mean, not my biggest secret - but a pretty big secret, you know?
"So, that's why you hardly ever came up here after you bought the place, huh? You hookin up with Joe?"
I thought about that a little - wondered if he was jealous or just ... asking - but he was right. Basically, I started getting laid a lot so .... I kind of forgot that I bought a fucking cabin.
"Basically. Yeah."
And he just sits there, looking at me. And now I'm looking at him.
"He still fucking you?"
"Naw - it was never like that - boyfriends or anything - you heard of Monkeypox?"
He nods.
"That shit hit, and he freaked out about it - so he just kind of ghosted me, which sucked - but was also smart, I guess - I dialed it down after that - like, totally."
"They got a vaccine."
"Yeah - I got it."
"Me, too."
"For reals?" I ask, surprised.
"Dude - for reals. My doc said I should, since I was fucking around a lot - me and Cindy - "
"Fucking bitch," I said, on cue, like I was supposed to. That was our agreement about the her, cuz she dumped him so bad.
"Fucking bitch," he grins, and grabs the last of the joint back from me, and also grabs at his crotch and keeps his hand there - he ain't hiding at all that's he's holding his stuff, which is hot.
"Me and Cindy did some parties, ya know? That's why I thought she was the one: cuz she was a freak - let me be a freak - fuck that's how I got on that soccer team I told you about - met some of those dudes at a swap party - shit half the guys on the team are bi - a few are gay, so.-"
"Damn," I say, feeling like things are coming to a head - so to speak - and he just nods, eyeing me.
"Anyway, cuz we were fucking around and doin' group stuff, my doc said to get the vax and I did."
I nodded. "Me, too."
"Yeah," he smiles at me. "You said that."
Then there's this long pause.
I grab my own junk, rearrange it - but since he ain't hiding, I ain't either - and we just sit there like that, in the smoke and finally he says this:
"So, yes?"
"Yes, what?" I ask, confused, but not really, thinking he means 'Yes, we gonna have sex' but not entirely sure.
"Yes - you been pervin' on me?" he says, nodding to my phone and winking at me.
And I blush - like I do - and try to deny it - but he just looks at me like he does when I'm about to give him bullshit - he knows when I'm bullshitting him - just like I know when he's bullshitting me - and so I says:
"Yeah. Kinda. I mean - I was gonna beat off tonight, thinking of you. And ... I been doin' that already."
There. That secret was out. And I'm all light-headed, but also ... lighter, too, ya know? Holding secrets sucks, the longer you do it. they get heavy. Weigh on you.
I paused - kind of lost - trying to figure out what I am trying to say.
"Hot," he says, smiling at me. Then he says this: "And....?"
And I follow the thread and say:
"And ... since I stopped - you know - fucking around with a lot of dudes, cuz of the Monkeypox, I been mostly thinking about this one dude. And that dude is ... well ... you."
He doesn't move. Doesn't flinch.
"That why you invited me up here?"
"Naw - don't think so - Axel, seriously, I need your help, and you got the skills with shit like this - plus you was hurtin - plus we ain't hung out in a while so -"
"So, mostly no, but maybe...yes?"
I just smiled. I didn't care any more. I seriously didn't. I was high and buzzed and hard and he was grabbing at his junk and smiling the way he does and his eyes looked like fucking magic.
"Maybe, yes," I said, nodding.
"Shotgun," he says, and takes the last of the doob - which is really small by now, but not gone, and he puts it in his mouth, reversed, and we're eye to eye and nose to nose and I'm breathing in the smoke through my nose and getting lost in his eyes and his hand grabs mine and brings it into his crotch, and I grab hold of his cock through the fabric, and it's so fucking thick and hard and I pull back. Just a little - so he can take the joint out of his mouth, and he whispers: "You want to suck my cock, Caden? Is that what you want?"
"Fuck yeah, I do," I say, working his dick with my hand.
And then he pushes away the table and sits up on the chair, and I grab at his shorts and they're off and his legs are spread and that cock of his - damn - it's so fucking pretty - but really it's handsome cuz it's so him: it's cut perfect and thick - real thick - and straight and athletic like him, and pretty damn long - not huge, though, just fucking perfect.
"Damn," he says, looking at me. "This is so fucking hot."
"Fuck yeah, bro," I say, and move between his legs, grabbing the cock with one hand and the balls with the other and he moans, and so do I, and I look up at him - my best friend since, forever, and I'm realizing I'm gonna do this. So I say: "You sure about this, Axel?"
And he nods -
And I keep looking at him - just making sure, even though I'm beginning to jerk his cock now.
"Bro," he whispers to me, leaning in close. "I love you. So - yeah - I'm sure."
And I know what he means.
He ain't telling me he loves me like a lover - he's tellin' me that he loves me like a brother, the way I love him. Which I already know - which we both know.
I been there for him through the break ups - the DUI - the year in college he nearly flunked out. He's been there for me when my mom's got sick and then died three months later - was a rock for me and for my family, too.
So I say, "Love you, too, bro," and then decide it's time to get on with it, so I take the head of his cock in my mouth and taste it and ...
It's fucking perfect.
It's better than any of the motherfuckers I ever sucked - and it jerks like it's alive - and he nearly cries out, he's so fucking turned on, and pushes into me harder than I expect, but I don't care, cuz this is his rodeo - at least for now - so I'm down on him, hard, like I know how to do - learned how to do - and the next thing I know I'm about as happy as I ever been and I take him almost all the way - not to the root, but close. And I swear to God he's gonna cum - his cock feels so hard and is flexing so much
I pull up to grab some air and he pushes off of me, standing. Fucker looks majestic standing there in the evening sunlight. He's breathing hard now and his balls, which had been hanging low, are scrunched up, heavy.
"Fuck man - ain't cummed in a week -"
"Fuck yeah," I growl, tryin' to grab at his meat -
"Get naked," he grumbles, and I can tell he's holding back, and I wanna tell him it's okay to shoot - but maybe he thinks it's not, and anyway this ain't no time to talk, so I shuck the shirt and he pulls it off over my head and I push down the shorts and grab at my dick and he looks at me like I'm a criminal, but it's hot, that look. The way he looks at me.
"Fucker," he said, and I see he's looking at me because he thinks I'm sexy - maybe seeing me like that for the first time - or allowing himself to - or maybe he hasn't allowed himself to look at me like that, but now he does - or, whatever. But then he grabs at my head and pulls me into his balls, where I snort up the scent then cover them with my tongue - he's got this incredible hair down there which is both wirey and soft - smooth and harsh - and his legs spread and he groans - like real loud - so you can hear it through the entire cabin and outside, probably, too, and my tongue is getting to work, and I'm lapping underneath, too, which I can tell he fucking loves, but then I suck his balls right into my mouth and his thighs are flexing and quivering at the same time.
"Awwwwfuck," he growls, pushing my face into his nutsack and I'm nodding and jerkin my cock and grabbing his ass with my other hand and this is so fucking hot I can hardly handle it -
Then he pushes me off his balls and I look up at him and he's got this look on his face I never seen - so much need and so much desire - and so I want to tell him it's cool - all good - so I says:
"So fucking hot, Ax," licking my lips, giving him the eye. "This is so fucking hot - you're so fucking hot -"
And he just gives me a nod and says, "Gonna cum - gotta cum -"
Like it's this confession or something - so I says:
"I know, bro - I know stud -" nodding at him, feeling up his thighs with both of my hands cuz I let go of my cock so I didn't cum, cuz I was close, too. And then I grab his and just stick it in my mouth, nice and slow but also deliberate, to show him there's only one place his seed needs to go and I'm ready for it - want it -
Cuz I'm high, ya know, and so is he, and we're grooving on each other - and I hear him whisper -
"Cum wit me, Cade -"
And I nod, grabbing my cock, beating it hard - then push all the way down on him, showing him I can take it - that I want it - need it even - so fucking bad. And then he grabs my head and begins to fuck my face - not hard like an asshole just real intense like a bro - like a stud - and also a top, and I just sink into it, relax, cuz this is kinda what I been beatin' off to, lately, me being right here, takin' care of him, and him using me like I want to be used - to make him feel good - make my bro feel good. Feel like a man.
Cuz it's just us guys up here - no one else - no one to know, or see, or worry about - just us, best friends, and then he's really pushing it deep, testing me, I think, but appreciating me, too.
"Damn, Cay -" he says, a whisper. "Damn - damn - damn - fuck, Caden. Fuck."
And I just close my eyes and let him use me, push into my throat, which usually makes me choke, but not this time, plus I can taste him and his pre-cum, which is sweet and hard at the same time, and I start moaning, then, cuz all of a sudden I'm close - it's cumming - and he hears that and fucks me faster and I whine it's so good, cuz I want to show him how happy I am and then that fucking hard-as-nails thick-stick of a cock of his blows up in my mouth - it feels like it gets half as much bigger, and my mouth bulges out and my eyes fly open and I see him staring down on me like a fucking God - a fucking God! -
"Cumming," he grunts, and I fire off, too, nodding and sucking harder than I ever sucked anything, cuz I want this - all of this - and he shouts this low fucking shout, cuz we all alone up here in the woods - just us guys - just us dudes - and it just sprays out of him, I feel it hit my tonsils and then he pushes in - deep - and I feel it pumping down my throat - and then he's gripping my head and pouring his cock into me and I'm shooting all over the fucking place, ass jerking and cock spraying and I hear:
"Fuck yeah - FUCK YEAH - FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK - YEAHHHHH-" and I'm making some kind of noise but also gulping and groaning and shooting and jerking and he just keeps fucking my throat and it feels so fucking good.
So fucking good.
And that's what he says:
"So fucking good."
"So fucking good."
"So fucking good."
And I swear that lasted an hour, but I know it couldn't have been an hour because it was still light out when he eventually starts shaking and his cock shrinks - a little - and I can tell he's real sensitive - the way you can get after cumming - and I want to keep licking and tasting him but I want him to feel good, too, so I pull off, slowly, growling like a fucking dog I'm so turned on, looking up at him, then pushing my nose and mouth to his balls.
His hand holds my head - real nice, too. Strong. Male. But kind. And his legs shake. And then he sways a bit - and I pull back - and he kind of looks like he's dizzy - so I say:
"Sit."
And he says:
"Yeah -"
And he hits the chair, hard and heavy, but as he does he pulls me in, and grabs me by the armpits, lifting me up and pressing my face to his chest, wrapping his arms around me, and I just feel so good right there, being held and holding him. His legs close around me - just enough - and he throws his head back and says:
"Jesus."
And breathes.
"Jesus-fucking-christ."
"Yeah," I whisper.
"So good - so fucking good," he says again.
"Yeah," I say, nuzzling his pec. His hand holds my head, stroking me, and this is like - everything - everything everywhere all at once, ya know? Except the kiss. I'm thinking about a kiss - but doubting he will do that, but then he brings his head up and leans over and kisses me on the forehead, which is something, at least - I mean - fucking perfect is what I mean - and then he just holds me, cuz that's how we're sitting right now: nice and close and holding each other, his head above mine, his lips scraping my forehead, my ear on his heart, which is beating like this huge drum, thump, thump, thump, thump and my heart matches his, following the beat, following him.
And I nuzzle into his chest, and kiss him on the pec, which he reacts to, but in a good way - a real good way - and we just stay there like that for ... a while.
Cuz it's perfect, ya know?
Fucking perfect.
Eventually our breathing lessens - then matches each other's - and then he whispers:
"Dude -"
I wait for him to say something else, but he doesn't, so I answer:
"What?"
And he waits a bit, too, but I can feel the smile coming on his face, even though I'm not looking up at him - my eyes are closed and I'm just resting my head between his pecs, listening to his heart - but I know him so well I can tell he's got that smile - gonna say something funny - or talk some shit - and I'm right.
Cuz he says:
"You stank, fucker."
And then he tickles my ribs and I flinch and pull back -
"Fuck you," I say.
"You need a fucking shower."
"Asshole - I just drank your cum."
We're almost wrestling now - him trying to stand up, me pushing him back down -
"What's that got to do with the fact you stank? You need a fucking shower."
"No fucking way, Ax -
"Yes, way, bro," he stands, breaking free, pushing me back playfully - "You don't clean that sweaty body of yours, you don't get more dick."
And he grabs it, and it's still half hard - fucking beautiful his cock is - and so I say -
"Well then, fucker - I guess I better take a shower."
"Damn right."
Then he holds out his hand and I take it, and he pulls me up, hard and strong, and I fall into his grasp, the way he wants, and we hold each other, naked, long and tight - so long that our cocks start to harden again. Then I feel his lips searching for mine and mine find his and we kiss. Not sloppy or deep just nice and ... just ... nice.
Wet.
And our tongues touch.
It's tentative - cuz we're dudes and best friends and this wasn't on our calendars or agendas or ... whatever - it's just not how this started between us, but here we are, and it's nice. It's real nice. I pull away, smiling. He's smiling, too, and I can tell I'm gonna get more of his lips - later tonight, maybe.
"Thanks, Cade," he says.
"Thank you, Axel," I says.
"Stanky bitch," he says, pushing me away, and I turn, heading to the shower, and he slaps my ass, hard as hell, like we used to do in high school - he loved slapping my ass cuz the cheek was so damn white and you could see the mark - sometimes for hours - and this time I don't get all uptight about it - this time I just look back at him and and he's smiling at me and damn if he ain't hard as a rock again.
"Gonna get grub," he says, turning, and so I head to the shower, cuz the night is young.
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