Boys Who Love a Good Flick
All characters, scenes, and settings are fictional: and resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All language, places and items used in this standalone story are meant to give a sense of time and atmosphere, no offense intended.
This story is based on the 2012 French short film "Ce n'est pas un film de Cow-Boys" (It's Not a Cowboy Movie) and follows up with the characters Vincent and Moussa after they talked about the film "Brokeback Mountain" and sexually experiment with each other while acknowledging their mutual crush on each other.
I do not have anything to do with the film nor do I know the actors and the story in no way represents their real sexualities. The film and its characters belong to writer/director Benjamin Parent and Joris Morio.
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Boys Who Love a Good Flick
© James Jenkins 2022
They were watching the movie- "Brokeback Mountain" while cuddling, as they'd come to do since that interesting chat in the boy's toilet at school, and afterward the open-hearted boy hugged his friend now, but this time after he pulled back he held on to the rebel's hips, then slid both hands up under his grey t-shirt to the smallest part of his waist, pulling the elder boy closer again and kissed softly on the lips. Moussa kissed the lanky ginger again, more passionately, and the latter felt him react the elation because Vincent thrust himself up onto his toes. Suddenly, Moussa wrapped his arms all the way around the greaser and held him tightly. Eventually, their lips parted, but Moussa was far from done. The 14-year-old Nigerian boy went for the collarbone and started peppering it with kisses. Vincent relaxed to the tender gesture while Moussa was touching and holding him. But suddenly, his grip bound Vincent even tighter, pinning his long arms to that warm chest, and his guest nipped at the base of that long neck all the way to up right under the big white ears. Using his tongue and teeth, Moussa played with the right ear; the 16-year-old heard him chuckle low at Vincent's swift gasping before he pulled away delighted.
Vincent found himself raising his eyebrows keenly. Wondering why Moussa stopped but he didn't utter a word. He simply couldn't; he was tongue-tied. Moussa's arms freed themselves and Vincent feel air rush back into his lungs as Moussa let loose a little. The former smug teen suddenly grew disappointed, as if his friend now owed something to him. He misread the scenario too soon. Vincent felt the smaller hands slide back down his body and black fingers curl around the bottom of the navy-colored sweatshirt. It was Moussa's turn to be surprised: there's obviously no shirt underneath it. Moussa lifted the hem slightly and Vincent pulled his arms free of that rich dark chest and over his head, waiting. Moussa slowly pulled the sweatshirt up and off, but not before it caught on Vincent's chin because, despite his slim waist, it didn't take much to arouse him. Moussa cast the sweatshirt to the side, not bothering with it any longer; it was simply a gateway between the handsome, soft white skin and himself.
Breathing a little easier now, Vincent turned his head and said, "Kind of getting ahead of yourself, are you?" In a beat before Moussa could stop him, Vincent grabbed his shirt and pull it off over the cute cropped haired head. Vincent opened his bedroom door, hung it on the doorknob, before closing and locking it. The shirt was a sign to his mother: Don't come in, Bros Night.
Vincent walked back to his awestruck friend, slowly and with hips swinging like a movie star, and he watched Moussa devour the spectacle: nipples showing from a white cotton top, fine tanned skin, athlete worthy legs, and tight sexy blue jeans. Vincent turned to close the window shade and Moussa could see Vincent's red Hanes briefs poke out over the top of the jeans. The shorter teen restless to have his friend now; the swaggering boy grimaced as his pants were getting unbearably tight. Moussa came up behind him and gripped at his friend's thin hips. Moussa pulled the plump ass to his crotch and started grinding on it. The daredevil teen fell into it and backed up on his friend. An adult Pop song started on Vincent's mobile playlist and soon they were animatedly roughhousing, grinding on one another until they wanted each other too hypnotically to hold off another minute. Moussa spun his stunned friend around and pushed him onto the bed. Blue eyes widened startled for a moment, but Vincent trusted Moussa-having dreamed of this moment privately many nights. He calmed down and anticipated the studious boy's next move. Moussa straddle him and fumbled with the jeans button, and Vincent reached up and did the same; their hands were trembling with electrified fervor-- no, desire.
Moussa shed his friend's jeans off and tossed them aside; once again, they were just an obstacle between their sexually enlivened skin. Moussa kicked his own pants off and having barely finished doing so when he froze. Vincent's left hand was firmly wrapped around Moussa's peeking rock-hard cock. Moussa look up and caught Vincent giving a mischievous smile. Vincent pulled the white boxers down and off, flipped Moussa underneath him, and unashamedly began to immerse himself in the boy. Vincent licked and tickled him, holding the small wrists down with his hands and Moussa's legs down with his own. Moussa licked his lips, wanting to blow Vincent so badly, but Vincent just lapped at his skin teasingly. Then finally Vincent acted, taking the whole black shaft as far as it would go in his mouth. Vincent sucked and played with the tip of his tongue and caressed it repeatedly until he suddenly paused. Moussa groaned for more, but he went silent upon feeling his balls were suddenly inside the once insecure boy's hot mouth. Vincent massaged them with his tongue, and the younger cooed as he never felt anything like it. Loosening his grip on his lover's arms as Vincent went back to work on the thickened cock with his mouth and one hand, using the other to keep playing with the alluring African balls. Moussa nearly couldn't take it anymore; he had to have this brash but romantic go-getter. Moussa pulled him up and laid Vincent where he reclined.
Moussa put his legs over his shoulder and tore Vincent's dampened briefs off. The beautiful African youth tested his crush's wetness with the latter's tongue. The older boy's whimpers made the willing one want to remain there for a minute, and his ass was soft and ready. Moussa gave devoted attention at Vincent's hole with the tip of his tongue and slid two fingers into the opening. Vincent tensed now, and brief yells were starting to escape him, despite his valiant attempts to keep quiet. As heat increased and shook in his ass, Moussa went faster and crawled up to kiss the slim pink lips and bit the elegant neck. Moussa saw the elder's nipples perking in his top and Vincent moaned when Moussa removed his fingers to be rid of it. Vincent threw it away, and Moussa saw the nipples were dime-sized yet hard. Moussa lowered his mouth to one, nipping and sucking, and his hand returned to work on the stubborn ass. Vincent's screams began sending shivers deep inside his friend, they aroused him greatly.
By now the boastful teen was screaming his name, only Moussa, and Vincent hollered "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Moussa moved Vincent's lips from his nipples to his mouth so he could subdue the screams Vincent couldn't contain as he lost all control in thundering ecstasy, rocking hard on those black fingers. Moussa feel the tight hole contracting and he know he need to fulfill Vincent's true dream.
Half buzzed; Vincent barely had time to slow his breathing when Moussa ask if he had any condoms. The now humbled Bad Boy breathlessly responded with a grin, "You can go bareback with me if you want," As he'd dreamed about it since the day in the restroom. The equally curious boy didn't miss the red flag that this wouldn't be their last night together discovering each other. Moussa kept Vincent's legs up over his shoulders and position himself in front of the welcoming gate.
Moussa drew a shy breath and asked Vincent if he was ready, to which the cavalier douche replied, "Kiss me Doux Prince."
Gingerly the loving boy leaned forward to kiss the pho-conceited one, Vincent slid his legs down and around Moussa's waist. As they kissed, Vincent wrapped them around Moussa and pulled him deep inside to the hilt. The nimble boy felt Moussa gasp wantonly into his mouth. Fervent and tight around his cock, and Moussa filled him beautifully. Vincent snickered feeling him shudder as the determined kid tried to get a grip with the feeling of being inside another person. Vincent opened his legs and put them back over the mahogany shoulders, smiling wholeheartedly. He let his lover take over, enhancing the pace. Moussa proceeded slowly at first, but as the hours passed by the boy bucked ever faster. Moussa feel like his brother was going to implode violently very soon.
Vincent's head thrashed about as he was whispering nonsense and moaning, and strained screams were firing out, and he couldn't stop shouting that name "Moussa!" and how awesome this feels, how precious his friend is. But the latter didn't want it to end so soon. Moussa ceased, caught at an impasse.
Vincent pressed against him, wanting more. But he understood. Groaning as he pulled himself off Moussa's shaft. He led him down to where he laid, and Vincent turn around and straddled him, facing away. Quietly he slowly rode Moussa up and down, teasingly, his big soft-yet-tight ass bouncing shamelessly. Vincent felt the heat in his ass start to rise again, and teasing Moussa served only to provoke him, too. Vincent tried to keep it slow, fixed, but he found himself racing, riding Moussa with feverish velocity every minute. His entire body trembling with fiery pleasure and ferment, and Vincent heard deadened groans escaping the full parted lips. Moussa pushed up hard on his friend who was riding him hard, his cock pounding the white boy and hitting him in the prime spot non-stop. Vincent reached down and touched himself just for extra joy to what he already felt was going to be a cataclysmic end. Vincent could feel Moussa's heat growing too, both their bodies nearing the edge. They reached the peak together, Vincent screaming his friend's name and bouncing for Moussa to see, and his groans grew rocky until a wave of zeal, holy relief, and intimate affection came over them. Moussa came deep inside him as Vincent tensed around his beloved in waves.
Both boys were breathing hard as they tried to rebuild their sensible minds. Vincent rolled to the left, and they spooned each other with Moussa still inside him for five minutes. Moussa wrapped his arms around Vincent's naked body and kissed his head before whispering to him "I'm yours Vince and always will be."
He was met with an equally sincere whisper, "I know Doux Prince."