Year Apart

From: Paul O'Toole

Picture: Uncredited

Published in: Cherry Boys, June 2003

Paul had never been totally honest with his sexy stud of a best friend.

Mark groaned, then tossed and turned in his sleep. He twisted his body until his sleeping bag was down around his waist. I wondered what he was dreaming about as I lay next to him in the tent, the moonlight shining directly onto his bare chest. Mark and I had been friends all through high school and had managed to rekindle our friendship when I moved back to our hometown, despite the six years apart that might well have come between us.

We had decided to spend the Fourth of July camping on an island, far from civilization. I thought we might get an opportunity to talk, to get to know each other again. There were definitely some things I wanted to tell Mark, and we hadn't spent much time alone together since I got back.

He had always been my fantasy stud, with his hard, sexy body and impressive cock. But he didn't know that. I had been careful to keep my sexual preference a secret back then. But I thought now I should at least be honest with him. We were adults, after all.

I crawled out of my sleeping bag and inched closer to Mark. I almost didn't dare to touch him, afraid of waking the sleeping grizzly. But my desire was stronger than my common sense. He was still sound asleep as I slipped my hand into his sleeping bag. His cock was rock-hard and peeking from beneath the leg hole of his shorts, the wet plum glistening in the moonlight. I let my fingers circle the throbbing shaft, feeling each beat of his heart as the blood raced through the bulging vein. I stroked along his thick stalk, thrilled to be holding Mark's cock in my hand. I let my thumb lightly circle the rim, then poke into his gaping slit.

He moaned and thrust his hips upward. He was so hot and horny, there didn't seem to be any reason to stop what I was doing. I kept on playing with his cock, then lowered my face into his groin. I pushed aside his white cotton shorts and inhaled his strong, masculine aroma. Then I blew on his wet, sticky plum. I nuzzled the thick base of his cock, then lapped at his bloated balls. He groaned and thrashed in his sleep as the pressure built up inside him.

Then I reached into my jeans. I tore into the packet, then applied the rubber to his pulsating cock. He stirred from his sleep.

"What are you doing?" his groggy voice demanded, pushing me away. "What do you think I am?"

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "I didn't mean to make you mad. I just wanted to suck it," I admitted, not certain how he would react to the truth.

"What are you, a faggot?" he demanded.

I hesitated. This wasn't how I had wanted to have this conversation. I should have controlled myself, kept my hands off my former best friend. "Yes," I said softly.

There was a long silence. I didn't know what Mark was going to do, whether he was going to banish me from the tent, make me sleep outside, maybe even leave me on the island all alone.

"You want to suck it?" he asked, as if not certain he had heard me correctly.

"Yeah, I do."

There was another long silence. Then he reached for me. "Well, go ahead," he said. "I haven't gotten a load off in weeks." Would he have given in out of horniness alone, I wondered, or had been curious all along? For how long?

His cock was still hard, still throbbing in anticipation, as he shoved my face into his groin. He twisted his fingers in my dark hair as he guided my mouth to his quivering stiffy.

I parted my lips, allowing his cock to slide into my warm, wet mouth. My tongue swirled over and around the pulsating shaft as his cock rammed deeper and deeper into my throat. As experienced as I was, I gagged and gasped for air when the over- sized monster blocked my airway. Mark didn't release his hold on my hair but did allow me a moment to catch my breath. Then he drove his cock deep into my throat one more time.

His breathing was loud and ragged, his chest heaving, as his need became more and more urgent. I slipped my hand between his thighs, capturing his bloated balls, and held them as if weighing them in my palm. Exploring his body, I let my fingertips brush-across the tiny muscle ring, while I drew his cock deep into my gullet.

I pushed against the guardian muscle until it gave way, allowing my finger to sink into the heat of my buddy's sexy body. He moaned and squirmed as the intruder rubbed his insides, massaging the virgin nerve endings.

"Oh man, I never thought it could feel so good, he groaned.

Once the muscle ring had relaxed a little; I eased a second finger into his chute. He groaned and bucked his hips so my fingers could sink even deeper into his body.

Then I swallowed, contracting my powerful throat muscle around his horny cock. That was all it took to push him over the edge. His cock jerked and twitched in my mouth, as his hot cream spewed into the latex. At the same time that his body shuddered with wave after wave of pleasure, I yanked my fingers from his stretched manhole.

I could hear him gasping for air as he struggled to recover from his climax. Before he could protest, I had cloaked my cock in a rubber and pounced on his supine form. I pressed my lips to his and shoved my tongue into his mouth, as I aimed my cock for the vulnerable entrance to his body.

In one powerful lunge I buried my cock balls-deep inside him. He groaned and thrashed beneath me. But I knew Mark, knew he was capable of throwing me off him if he really wanted to. He was letting me do this, wanted it as much as I did.

“Oww, shit, you're killing me,” he groaned.

"Naw, I never killed anybody-never even did any permanent damage," I reassured. "Just relax and trust me.”

"I'm going to kick your ass."

"You'll want to kiss it before we're finished. I'm going to make you feel so good.”

I kissed him once again, then scraped my teeth lightly down his neck. I purposefully sought out his stiff pink nipples, drawing first one, then the other into my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on his tender flesh, sending sudden, unexpected jolts to his boiling balls.

I showed him no mercy, as I hauled my cock nearly all the way out of his deflowered manhole, then rammed it back into him in one quick jab it forced the breath from his body, and a low moan from deep down in his gut. I rode him harder and faster, so that his still-rock-hard cock bounced against his belly each time I slammed into him.

He bucked his hips, meeting each thrust. I could feel his hunger as his body responded to mine, wanting, needing as much as I did.

Then his powerful ass-muscle tightened around my cock, squeezing and massaging the oversized intruder. My long, slow, deep strokes quickly became short, quick jabs as I came closer and closer to exploding my load. Unable to hold back a moment longer, I made one final, sudden lunge before my entire body shook. My hot cream blasted from my gaping slit, causing the latex sheath to balloon in the limited space of his body.

I couldn't move, only dropped down on top of my no longer cherry buddy. We lay there together for a while, neither of us speaking. Then I rolled off him, letting my cock slide from his hot body.

"Have you done that a lot?" he whispered.

"Enough."

"How come you never told me?"

"I wanted to. But didn't think you'd understand, and I didn't want to lose your friendship."

"I was always curious, but I was never willing to... well, you know," he admitted. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation, that Mark was admitting that he had doubts about his own sexuality. He had always seemed like such a macho, hetero stud.

"It's pretty scary, especially when you don't have anyone to talk to."

"I know. I wish I had known. Maybe we could have figured things out together. But it's not too late, Mark."

"No, it isn't," he agreed, wrapping his arm around my neck and pulling me down on top of him. He ground our naked bodies together, our horny cocks making contact with each other for the first time. His hands caressed my bare back, then came to rest on my ass. His fingertips slithered up and down my crack, sending chills up my spine. Then he pulled and tugged on the fleshy mounds, dragging them apart, stretching the tiny entrance to my body. His index finger circled the tight muscle-ring, then poked against it.

I groaned and humped against him. Though I was used to being a top and had rarely been fucked, I was more than willing to allow Mark to plunder my tight chute. He shoved his finger in and out of the tiny opening, until I thought I would pop another load right then and there.

"Fuck me," I pleaded, whispering into the darkness.

But he didn't respond immediately to my desperate need. Instead he continued finger-fucking me, ramming first one finger, then two, in and out of my body. When he was satisfied that I was stretched enough, that I was hot enough, he rolled me off him.

"Got another condom?" he asked, matter-of-factly.

I was so horny, I hadn't even thought about protection.

"Yeah, I do," I whispered, my chute twitching in anticipation.

"Well, lay it on me," he directed.

My fingers were clumsy as I tore into the foil wrapper. I was so excited, so hot, I didn't know how much longer I could stand to wait. I eagerly rolled the latex down his thick stalk. He pushed me face-first onto the ground and mounted me. He was hot, horny, driven by primitive animal lust, as he buried his long, thick cock deep in my belly.

"So hot, so tight," he moaned, as his cock pistoned in and out of my body.

The initial waves of pleasure pain were quickly replaced by the same excitement that was driving Mark. He was merciless, riding me hard and fast. Of the few men who had fucked me, Mark was by far the most enthusiastic. He fucked me like a man possessed-like he had not gotten his rocks off in years.

I rammed my ass upward, trying to meet each stroke, so his cock could sink that much deeper into me. My cock was throbbing beneath me, ready to spill another load of hot cream at any moment. I humped against the ground, feeling the rough gravel, the tiny pebbles, beneath the thin layer of canvas.

I could only focus on the incredible sensations that were sweeping through me. I couldn't even think about Mark and what he was feeling. His cock rammed into me, harder and faster with each passing second. My boiling balls and my aching cock begged for relief. I couldn't hold back. The heat spread slowly from the very center of my body. Every muscle tightened as the tension built.

I trembled beneath him, and my cock began to quiver and twitch. My cream exploded, the warm stickiness pasting my skin to the bottom of the tent. I was exhausted, even as his oversized monster continued to slam in and out of my body. But my senses were heightened, so I could feel every movement. I knew he was only seconds away from shooting his own load of cream. I purposely contracted my powerful sphincter around his thick cock, squeezing and massaging the huge intruder.

He groaned and made one final, desperate lunge. His cock wiggled and squirmed inside me, as his hot cum blasted into the latex. He dropped down on top of me and just lay there for a while, catching his breath. Then he pressed his lips against my neck.

"That was really good," he whispered. "I wish we had been honest with each other years ago."

"It's not too late," I replied. "We've got all weekend."

"We've got forever," he countered, letting his arm circle possessively around my waist.