Max-and-Marty Adult Friends
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MAX-AND-MARTY-Part-Two Good Friends Grow Closer
The next morning. I woke up before Max. I suspect he's going to have a huge hangover and maybe a belly full of regrets. I can't be sure if last night was the liquor talking or Max. I carefully slip out of the tent, still nude, and stoke the fire. Then I get the coffee pot ready to put on the fire. I have bacon and eggs to cook up in a cast iron skillet; there's nothing better than breakfast over an open fire. So, everything's almost ready to start cooking and I've got the first pot of coffee ready, when I hear loud groans coming from the tent. Max is waking up with a huge head throbbing on his shoulders. He staggers out of the tent, also not yet wearing any clothes, and walks a few steps toward the fire and stops.
Max: "Oh, shit! I'm naked, you're naked, what the fuck!? I need to piss, then we'll figure this out."
Max staggered to the edge of the campsite and pissed forever into the trees. I could hear it roaring out and splashing on the ground. I was fearful that he wasn't going to have a clear memory of last night and may want to beat the shit out of me. I can hold my own, but this guy could hurt me if he was mad enough.
Me: "You OK, Max? Need any help?"
Max: "Fuck you! Why would I need any help taking a piss? Oh, wait....Oh, shit!...Uh, never mind."
He was starting to retrieve some memories. I poured the last of this pot of coffee into a mug and handed it to him as he walked by me. He didn't stop.
Max: "Put some clothes on, Marty, I don't want to look at that."
Ok, then. I put another pot of coffee on and I grabbed a pair of shorts out of the car, pulling them onto my bare ass. That's as far as I was going to go toward getting dressed. Max was just going to have to look at my hairy chest. I sat on our log and started to cook breakfast. Somehow, I was going to have to fix this or lose my best friend.
There was movement in the tent but, Max hasn't reappeared. I hope he's not pissed at me. Then, I got a big surprise. Max stepped out of the tent with a red ribbon tied around his cock and a bow stuck to his ass. I had to laugh out loud.
Max: "Gotcha! You really thought I forgot about last night, didn't you? You were fucking scared, man"
Me: "You are one mean motherfucker, Max, my ex-best friend. I was scared you were going to beat the shit out of me."
Max: "My friend, I couldn't resist. Now, what I want you to notice is that I am giving you my two most precious assets. My cock and my ass are yours, lover boy. From here on, I am at your service. I want to be sucked and fucked all day for the rest of this weekend. Take me, Marty, please."
Me: "Ok, then, I'm going to take you at your word. I made more coffee, but you need to eat to build your strength and recover from last night."
Max: "Whatever you say, Marty, I want to be your bitch."
Now, I gotta say, I would love to make Max my bitch, I mean, who wouldn't? He is a 27 year-old former gymnast who still works out every day. He can still do the splits! He is short and slim and muscled. He is cute as a bug and looks like he's maybe 21. He still gets carded in bars. Here, let me remind you of what Max looks like. He is 5'-6.5" tall, weighs 145 pounds, he has perfect pecs and abs, and every other muscle he needs to throw himself around all that gymnastic equipment. When he's working out, his biceps bulge and show big veins. When I first met him, he had some chest hair that was hard to see. Since then he has started to shave and wax, so the only hair on his body is the tuft above his gorgeous, 7'5" uncut cock. His foreskin hoods over his mushroom ap and is a depositroy of pre-cum and man funk. Best of all, he still works out like a gymnast, every day. He is in performance shape, including being able to do the splits. That really opens an ass up. So, yes, you bet your ass this boy is my bitch, at least for the weekend. After that, we'll have to wait and see. Last night, Max fucked me hard. Today is my turn to show that beautiful pussy-boy what he wants.
So, we finished breakfast and cleaned up. I suggested we take a hike in the woods..nude.
Me: "I'd like to play Wolf to your Red Riding Hood, Max. Are you game? Go put your boots on, nothing else. Red Riding Hood is a naked bitch today"
Max: "Absolutely! Give me a little head start then come find me when I stray off the path to Granny's house."
Max pulled on his socks and high top hiking boots, then scampered off down a path into the forest, skipping a little so his bubble butt and his cock and balls bounced. He is just so cute, I want to eat him up...Thus, the Wolf. I got my boots on and slipped my pocket knife down the side of one boot. Then, I grabbed a coil of clothesline rope, just in case my little bitch became unruly. Then, off into the woods I went, in search of my prey.
Max was not hard to track. He left lots of evidence along the way...disturbed leaves, broken branches, and footprints. I followed his trail until it disappeared down a much narrower path further into the trees. Red had strayed off the normal path, just like Granny warned her not to do. The Wolf followed. It wasn't long before I came upon the little lost bitch, walking in circles in a small clearing. He had obviously gone too far off the path and couldn't find his way. I must help him.
Me: "Well, hello there, pretty boy. Are you lost in these woods?"
Max: "Oh, yes sir, I am so lost, I'll never make it to Granny's. Can you please help me, Mr. Wolf, SIR."
Me: "Oh, I'll be happy to help you, IF you do something for me. Are you ready to some things for Mr. Wolf, little bitch?"
Max: "I'll do anything you ask, Mr. Wolf. Really, anything at all. I just don't want to be left all alone in the woods."
Me: "Hold your hands out in front of you, and cross your wrists."
He did as he was told, and I took the clothesline and wrapped it around his wrists a couple times, then tied it off tight, but so tight it cut off circulation. Then I pulled him along over to a large branch that hung low over the clearing. I threw the line over the branch and pulled it up so that Max was standing with his arms over his head and his feet just half touching the ground. He was helpless and gorgeous, hanging there like a hunter's trophy. I tied the rope off and cut off the excess. Then, I cut off a short piece of line and walked over to Max. I grabbed his ball sack and tied the line tight around the top of his sack, pushing his balls down to sag. I tied it as tight as I could, until he whimpered.
Now, I had my prey and I was ready to start having fun with my captured bitch. Max started to complain that he was going to be late getting to Granny's and that he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers. I pulled off one of his boots and took a sock and stuffed it into his mouth. Max purred. Then, I used the palm of my hand as a paddle and spanked Max hard on the butt. It left a red handprint on his smooth alabaster skin. I hit him again, and again, and again. Each time, Max jerked his body and his cock grew. I kept spanking him until his cock was a full staff and copious amounts of pre-cum were dripping from the tip. His ass was beet red and his cock was engorged and leaking. Max was whimpering, and asking for more discipline.
Max: "Oh, Mr. Wolf, Sir, I've been very bad today. I need to be punish. Will you please punish me?"
Me: "Yes, little bitch, I'm going to punish you. What do you think you deserve?"
Max: "Oh think you should hit me with a switch like Granny would. She would whip my backside all up and down if I was bad."
So, I looked around and found a nice limber switch and cut it off a nearby tree limb. Then, I started to swat Max with it. I hit his shoulders first; he squirmed at the sting. I kept swatting him, down his back, lots of hits on his strong ripped back muscles - he arched his back with each thwack! Then, I got to his already raw ass and added switch marks to the redness. Max cried out in pain. Then, his huge thigh muscles need to be whipped. Then I moved around in front and whipped his beautiful rock hard pecs and his rippling abs. Each thwack from the switch brought forth a whimper or a cry or a groan. Max was hanging more and more from his wrists, not relying on his feet anymore. He was grinning big, and crying from the pain. Tears streaming down his cheeks, even as he smiled and begged for more.
The only thing left was to beat his hard cock. I was not going to use a tree limb for that. Instead, I used my open hand to slap his cock back and forth, hitting it hard, which only made him get harder and give up more pre-cum. There was a large wet spot on the ground under Max's body. I finished the beating and had another idea. I took the line and tied it around the base of his cock and pulled the line between his legs. Then, I grabbed it from behind and pulled his cock back until it pointed at the ground. Max whimpered again. I lodged the rope inside Max's ass crack and ordered him to grab hold and not to let go. Then I cut him down from the tree and laid him over a large rock, face down.
Me: "Max, you dirty bitch, I am going to fuck your cunt and make you cum too."
Max: "Oh, please, Marty, I want your big cock inside me so bad. I've wanted you to fuck me for years. I can't believe it's finally happening. And, you have given me so much pleasure already. Nobody has dominated me like this since my gymnastics days when some of the bigger guys would tie me up and fuck me. Oh, fuck, man. I could cum just thinking about it."
I spit into Max's asshole and lubed him up with lots of saliva. Then, I pulled the line attached to his cock and balls and tugged it so that his cock was rubbing against my ball sack. He was howling with pain and pleasure. I shoved my meat into his cunt and started to pump. Every thrust pushed his cock into my ball sack. Our balls were crammed together at the base of his crack. I pushed in and out and Max grunted every time I hit his prostate. It was a wild ride and it wasn't long before we were both howling like wolves mating. If anyone heard us, they would run away in fear. At last, I felt my juices rise into my shaft and I pumped a gallon of hot creamy cum into my bitch's cunt. It was hot and tight. I couldn't stop pushing. I felt Max's cum shoot out onto my balls and the rock below. We stayed coupled until I went soft and Max started to sob.
Me: "Oh, fuck, Max. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to really hurt you. You should have stopped me. C'mere, buddy." I pulled him into a hug and rocked him back and forth. Finally, Max said:
"No, Marty, that's not it. You didn't hurt me, I loved it. I'm a strong little shit and I can take a beating, I have plenty of times. The thing is, I thought that part of my life was over. When I was a teen gymnast, competing with guys bigger and stronger than me, I let them use me whenever they wanted. I love to be on the bottom, I like to be spanked, and trash-talked, everything you did turned me on so much. But, after I stopped competing and got married, there was no way Cathy would ever do that shit, and I didn't have any excuse to go find it from a guy. You are a dream come true, Marty!"
Me: "Oh, Max, I'm glad I could help you with this fantasy. I've always been versatile, I top or bottom depending who I'm with. Last night, you gave me a wonderful fuck and fIgured we'd be fuck buddies, with me on the bottom. I was fine with that. But, I really liked topping your tender ass. It is tight and beautiful, Max. Just like you, tight and beautiful. I will gladly fuck you and discipline you whenever you want, but I will also submit to you and lay down for your fuck stick whenever that suits you. Now, you can never move away!"
I untied all the ropes and we cleaned up as best we could. Max put his boot back on , and we walked hand-in-hand back to our campsite. That evening, we sat around the fire after dinner and drank. When we were too tired to talk anymore, we went to bed and lay down in each other's arms in the thent. Neither of us had washed off the cum and funk from earlier, we just rubbed it in. I loved pressing my hairy chest against Max's hairless torso, and Max loved stroking my hair gently. So, we fell asleep together. We woke up sometime in the middle of the night and we both were hard, so we suck each off and fell back asleep.
The next morning, we packed up and started for home. We made plans to have "camping weekends" on a regular basis. When the weather turned colder, we'd stay in a motel. We also planned other times when we'd get together at home and continue our sexual explorations. Max and I are in this for the long-haul...Fuck Buddies Forever! - F.B.F.
[END PART TWO]
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