Very Best Friends

This is Chapter 5 of "Very Best Friends". It is the continuation of a story about Tony and Jon, and I hope you will enjoy what happens next......

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[Chapter 4....continued]

Then, daringly, I climbed down into the tub, waded my way right between Tony's 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.

Chapter Five

"You dig my big, hard cock, Tony?", I bounced it a mere inch away from his.

"Oh yeah," he whispered again, his eyes like saucers.

"I dig yours, too--you know why?", I drilled my emerald eyes into his black pupils.

"Uh uh," he said, his voice hushed.

"'Cuz it's like a big, fat Mr. Big bar, man--like it's just begging to be sucked and licked," I heard my voice say.

"Ohhhhh, fuuuuck," Tony moaned.

His legs suddenly clamped against my knees, and I watched as a clear pearl of syrup drooled from the stretched hole of his skintight cockhead. It trickled down his arched shaft, the deep-toned burritto pulsing with lust. "Yours is so pink and sweet and tough," he stared. "It's like a fuckin' candy apple--on a great big stick!"

I was getting-off on keeping him all hot and bothered.

It was fun.

"Hmmm," I purred. "You think chocolate and pink candy are a good combination?"

"Sure," he stared, wondering what was coming next.

I slowly brought both arms in front of me and opened my hands a few inches from our jerking hardons.

"Oh Sweet Jesus," Tony gasped.

I levered my dick down, while firmly grabbing our two torched rods together.

And then I squeezed.

"Unnghhhhhh," Tony groaned skyward.

My knees nearly caved-in--the sexual charge exquisitely thrilling.

I felt shaken with lust.

My two hands couldn't fit completely around their combined girth. I stared at our big cockheads french-kissing together and shook with orgasmic tremors.

I whimpered and pumped them some, dazed by the feel and sight and size of our mating cocks.

Tony's hips rose upwards from the water, grunts from his lips. He fed my fists dark dick, his eyes popping at the carnal lewdness of it.

When I felt my ultra-sensitive balls rubbing his own hair-bristled, suede-skinned bag, I lost all control. I nearly fell backwards into the tub, and I let go of our dicks to catch my balance.

In shock, I splashed down beside him, breathing hotly, no longer the sexual teaser.

"Oh, FUCK," Tony stared at me. "We've GOTTA now, man...." ---and he flung one hands under his huge balls while grabbing his aching cock with the other.

I stared back at him, fisting my shaft, my mouth open, my tongue falling out.

We shifted our bodies towards each other, staring at tits and biceps and flying fists. We stared at rippling abs, muscular thighs, and lifted our hips out of the water, each other's eyes fixed on ripe King Cock.

The thick pile of his midnight-black bush framed his dark brown meat and smooth muscular thighs. His huge balls were a deeper, richer shade, sprinkled with black curls. It was the one place on Tony's smooth, muscular body with any hair at all--and the crisp, blue-black thatch made his giant cock and balls into a masculine, mysterious triangle of raw power. With Speedos on, that hairy-black delta disappeared completely, making anyone think that Tony was--apart from his armpits--devoid of body hair, period. But now knowing that hunky, forested bush was just waiting to be seen, I knew I could never stay soft again around Tony in that revealing suit.

These flashes of erotic turn-on were far from being processed as we whacked-off. I just ogled salaciously--hungering for all that dark meat being fisted--my eyes sinking into the vortex of his black-kinky vee.

"Uh-uh-UH-uh-OH-OHHH, JONNIE!", Tony panted, his eyes glued on my roaring hardon and flying fists. My balls were a blurry bundle, wildly slapping my blond-furred thighs.

We were rigidly turned toward one another, our hot crotches nearly touching as we madly masturbated. It felt primal, exotic, thrillingly sweet. Pre-come coated our rods, making a slickened, slippery sound along with our moans and whimpers.

Our eyes connected, his glazed with passion. Tony's pink tongue lolled out, his teeth white, half-smiling, handsome in lust. His eyes were black and yearning, beckoning me.

Our faces drew closer, and then our tongues were doing wet battle while we moaned together. The contact made us crazy, our fists racing over our scorching cocks. My eyes saw only his eyes then, which pulled me deep inside. I wanted to kiss him sweetly, fully, but we were jumping and flexing, only managing to wage tongue warfare.

It was hot--sexy hot--melting-down hot. My mind shut down. I was left with cock and muscle--erotically male. The crescendo was ultra-erotic, with Tony heading there with me. That unmistakable wave of pounding need built--no turning back--our mouths panting our heat, our eyes widening in shocked surrender.

We locked in an upwards snapping of hips, our torsos almost colliding, our hands throttling, choking our screaming erections.

Astonished looks crossed our faces, a final gasp escaping our lips.

"UNGHHH!," Tony throated.

"Oh!" I felt an internal wall cave-in, a feeling like someone had thrown a giant switch.

Tony shuddered, his eyes glassy, his mouth grimmacing.

"Uh--uh--oh--oh--OH!!!", I yelled.

And clots of pent-up cream plowed out my snorting cock, splatting Tony's face. I stared down in sweet horror to witness a rope of jizz spew out Tony's bulging cockhead, hitting my chin. I would have laughed, the whole thing so outrageous--but my body wracked-up in seizure, kept firing out shots of come, hitting my tits, hitting Tony's neck.

"Oh God--oh God--oh GOD!", Tony shouted, his hips gyrating, his skincannon pumping. It flew eyverywhere, the air white with jets of sperm.

Whole minutes of mind-numbing, muscle-flexing orgasm seized our bodies--our asscheeks smacking the water, splashing it over the sides of the tub.

"J-JESUS," I shuddered, yet more come spewing, my cock bucking and pumping.

We fell back onto the ledge, only to be seized yet again, our bodies rising back up in flexing contortion. Waves sloshed against the tub, little streamers of jizz floating about.

"Holy, holy FUCK," Tony panted.

"Oh, God," I exhaled. "Oh GOD."

I looked at Tony, wondering what had happened.

It was like surviving a train wreck.

His smile was weak, yet happy. And his eyes once again sparkled. He lifted his hand--all covered with thick jizz. "Talk about COME," he panted.

"Look at this!"

I raised up my own, and we laughed and tried shaking hands, the effort making gooey icing. "Ooooh, gross!", Tony grinned. Then in a teasing mood, he reached between my legs and slimed-up my softening cock.

I'm super, super-sensitive after ejaculating, and jumped as though electrocuted, instinctively pushing him away.

"Oh, I get it," he teased. "You get to torture mine all you want, but I can't even TOUCH yours!"

"Not right now--not yet," I smiled, a mild shudder going through me. "It's nerves are all crazy." I looked between his legs, his dick now languishing in the water. "Does yours get like that, too?--you know, real sensitive--after, I mean?"

"Yeah," he said, reaching in to fumble his salami around, "--too much friction, I guess, huh?"

"That was sexy," I said then, grinning as though I'd really accomplished something.

"We were practically kissing, you know," he looked thrilled. "--had a little tongue action going on!"

"Was--was that a grossout?--I didn't mean...." I squirmed a little.

"....hell, no!--it was HOT! Jesus." He threw his arms behind to cradle his head in his hands. I stared into his husky armpits.

"He looked up as though he were savoring the memory. "--first off? You givin' me a little show--bouncing your juicy, superhard dong around--movin' in between my legs, talking dirty--getting me all hot? Jeez. Jesus, Jonnie. HELL." He turned his head and smiled like mad, licking his lips. "Then putting our hot cocks together and squeezing the fuckers--God--I almost shot off right there!"

"Me, too," I almost couldn't believe that had been me doing all that.

"But shit, man," he looked back up into the night, "when we beat-off, and your sweet face moved-in, I just wanted you so bad--SO BAD!"

"You still feel like that?", I queried. "All sexy and horny?"

"With YOU around?---Ha!," he grinned. "Are you serious?"

"I don't get it," I shrugged. "I'm sure no prize......"

".....just go on thinking that way--maybe I'LL finally learn how to be humble," he declared, meaning it. "--feel like another beer?" His eyes glowed, and his smile once again opened up my heart. He dug me--alot--I could see it. Even after the spills and thrills he was raptly gazing at me.

"Um, you've still got my come on your cheek," I pointed out delicately.

"He rose up out of the water, looking down at my relaxing body. "I know--and it's staying there, too," he licked his lips and grinned. "Beauty cream, man."

Chapter Six

I laughed in breathy disbelief, watching his solid round globes bounce up the steps--looking at the sweep of his flaring back, at the slick, dark brown interlacing muscle gleam as he moved. His thighs were stallion-sized, rippling below his dancing butt.

And he thought I had a perfect body? It was too incredble or something. Oh, in my horny moments I'd imagined Tony without clothes. I'd looked at his arms and chest when we'd gone swimming--checked out his bulging Speedos. But my sensoring mind forced me off that crazy, slippery slope! I never let myself go too far. After all, I wasn't so young as to not be able to picture myself with a wife and kids.

I knew I had to watch myself.

And now I was immersed in a hot tub, bareassed naked, my cock still alive from having shot jizz all over Tony's face--jizz he wasn't even going to wash off, because it was MY jizz!

Jesus, I thought. He isn't even fazed by this. No guilt--no chagrined back-tracking--no second thoughts. If anything, he's hotter for me than ever. It's like we're becoming more than best friends. It's like we're.........

The screen door whined open, then slammed. "Two fresh ones," Tony announced happily. "You must be boiling to death in there, Jonnie."

I looked up to see his thick, tubular, heavy-headed hang slapping his thighs, his balls swinging in their fruitladen sac. Buried in his deep vee was that ebony delta of water-twinkling cockhair. It formed a perfectly shaped crisp triangle between his hefty wrestlers' thighs.

"Like what you see?", he tossed his generous goodies around, watching my eyes trying to keep up.

I nodded, my habitual reticence stopping my speech.

"--makes me proud, the way you look at me," he said, beckoning me to get out and sit on the deck. "See?", he smiled down at himself. "One look from you, and it starts up all over again."

I stumbled my way up the stairs to sit on the wooden planks.

"--guess my cock likes what it sees," he handed down my beer, keeping his naked sex swaying in front of my upraised eyes.

"You turn me on, Jon-boy," he said thickly, "somethin' FIERCE."

I couldn't speak.

Gone were any thoughts of a wife and kids.

The wrinkled skin of his fat cockhead suddenly expanded. The dark crown bulged as I stared, flaring, preening--the slit opening to form a big 'O'.

His thick beef swayed all on its own, lengthening, swelling, then tocking in small pulses up from his knuckle-deep wad of bush.

It was hypnotic--watching Tony throw a rod--because I was the one it wanted, the one Tony lusted for.

A shudder passed through me. "Fuck", I husked.

"Oh, baby, baby," Tony whispered back. "You turn me on--so bad--so BAD!"

He gently rocked his hips--his enchillada thumping his thighs--the head so weighty, it pulled everything down, even as the shaft pulsed upward.

He took a baby step forward, the head now lolling around right before my eyes. It looked so smooth and full and male. I breathed-out a stream of air, which hit his balls, making them instantly rise-up and swell, the hairs standing on end.

"Oh, dear God," I swooned, feeling faint, feeling lost. My mouth was welling-up faster than I could swallow--and then I was moving forward, unable to stop.

My nose buried itself in his water-beaded bush, the feeling so carnal. I inhaled his erotic scent. His cock suddenly throbbed--lancing fulltilt upward against my cheek while my tongue lashed across his crisp-haired balls.

Tony nearly dropped his beer.

"Jonnie," he moaned down. "Oh, buddy."

His words enflamed me, made me use my hand to stuff his cock past my starving lips. The head stretched my mouth til it popped inside, my spit washing his whole, drooling, masculine hors d'oeuvre.

His thighs clamped the sides of my head--locking me inside. My hands flew around, grabbing muscular butt while I sucked in half his shaft at once.

"Oh, Jonnie--oh God--JONNIE!", he was hoarse, his thighs jumping, his concave belly flexing against my forehead.

I slobbered and sucked and nearly gagged--needing cock like I needed air. My tongue worshipped its girth and shape and heat. My fingers dug inside his vicelike asscrease, steaming my hands, making me crazy.

I was going insane.

Unable to stretch my mouth any more, I came off it to use my rubbery, spit-soaked lips to ride the whole, veiny shaft, my face moving up-and-down in rythmic masturbation.

"Oh JESUS!," Tony thundered over the sweet agonizing thrills.

My eyes stared to see his dark dick knife away from me, leaving me panting and kneeling on the deck. Almost roughly, Tony pushed me backward, my legs flying out, my back hitting the cedar.

He was kneeling behind my head, and then his face was over my own, kissing my lips, moving further down until his chest was above my chest. I kissed his nipples in mindless abandon, suddenly feeling suction on my own swollen cones. He was tonguing them, moaning so deeply the sound vibrated through my body.

I sucked one of his dark rivets like a piglet, nursing on his pliant pec, my hands rising-up to fondle those meaty brown slabs. Tony's torso moved down, my lips riding over his rippling abs--his lips bumping and sliding over mine. We paused to diddle deep into our muscle-taut belly buttons--his too sexy for words--mine sending sparks into my balls.

I groaned to feel his cockhead collide with my scalp, then careen across my whole face. I gasped in shock. His mouth was kissing my knob, then tongue-lashing its nerve-shorted surface.

My hips locked upwards, pummelling hot dick down his willing throat. It was like wet fire--like a sucking, steamy glove of heat. I nearly died. His beefy bruiser slapped my face, my gasping mouth moaning across it, my mind turning to mush.

In frantic lust, I used my hand to handle his hugeness, piling it into my gasping lips. I panted across his enormous bulb, then tried throating the whole, incredible log. Sensations wracked my body--head to toe--I was sucking, being sucked--his balls massaging my forehead, his nappy scalp scrubbing into my own.

Delerium took over, my hands now wrapped around his back. In instinctive impulse, I threw my weight against his body, catching Tony off-balance. We rolled like wrestlers, now me on top. Our cock-clogged throats never missed a beat--our sucking lips frantically nibbling, basting, masturbating.

I was staring down at his swollen, black-fleeced nuts, purposely rubbing them against my forehead. I wanted more--only more Tony. It was insane--my hips driving pink dick into his grasping mouth, his hips plowing arched, swollen dark meat into mine. We groaned and lashed our tongues, driving each other mad--mad for more--more veiny, fat, steaming muscular cock.

His hands travelled up the backs of my thighs, to find my deep-split ass. He dug inside, discovering my spot of spots.

I gasped, my body clenching. For a second I couldn't move--couldn't think--couldn't feel. His finger pushed inside, hitting something out of this world. A dull, roaring, unforgiving need broke inside my balls.

Come thundered from my crotch, racing up my love rocket. Come spewed into his throat, my own mouth suctioning and teasing his shaft. His cockhead bloomed, then fired. We went catatonic, thumping all over the deck, our torsos locked in spasm. Jizz clogged my passages, making me gulp and choke.

My dick felt throttled, electrocuted--it bucked and piled-out more batter. Tony's hips shovelled his firing cannon almost to my gullet. I swallowed and gagged, and swallowed.

I couldn't seem to stop coming.

In self-protecting reflex, we clawed our way apart, his cock oozing over my panting face--mine drooling before his lust-crazed eyes.

He collapsed on top of me, his balls massaging my eye sockets. I was panting into his furry inner thighs, surprised to be alive.

Tony was kissing my exhausted nuts, licking and then rubbing his handsome face across my come-soaked cock.

Finally, he rolled off, to lie spread-eagled on the deck.

We stared at the starry, starry night.

"Jesus Christ," Tony breathed. "What was THAT?"

"It was SEX," I said, dazed, yet calmer than I'd ever been in my life.

Tony shifted to bring us side-by-side, his arm falling over my chest.

He nuzzled his jaw into my neck.

"It was more than that for me," he murmured.

I felt his strong jaw against my cheek. I heard the burbbling hot tub and smelled his maleness breathing across my skin.

"For me, too," I whispered.

He squeezed my pecs warmly, his unshaven chin brushing my ear.

I turned into Tony's arms, my lips seeking his mouth.

====================================================================== This concludes the story "My Best Friend".

Please (if you wish to) look for a new story called "Uncle Tom's Cabin". Thank you for reading my story!