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Wiener In the Bun
Me and Bobby were best friends for years. Our families lived on the same street, and we were always together, at one or the other's house.
Most of the time we played the usual games, cowboys and Indians, hide and seek, whatever. But I had older brothers who were all sex obsessed. Bobby and I would hang out with them and their friends, and we were constantly exposed to stories about the various attributes of all the high school girls.
I am pretty sure we were more aware of sex than most kids our age, but I don't think we completely understood it, except that it was supposed to be amazing. We talked about it all the time, and it eventually worked its way into our game play.
We would frequently spent the night at each other's house, and we got to where we would strip down naked in bed and play like we were having sex. In our case it wasn't anything more than one of us lying on top of the other and rubbing naked bodies together.
We called it "Weiner In the Bun". We didn't know you could actually penetrate someone. Hell, we didn't even know about orgasms. It would be many years before we came of age.
Before we were teens, Bobby's family moved to a bigger house. It was only on the other side of town, but for us it might as well have been on the moon. Unless our parents drove us, we had no way to hang out together. As close as we had been, we eventually made new friends and lost touch.
I was a couple years into high school, and I was hanging out at lunch time with a guy, Ken, from my history class. One day we were talking about the neighborhoods we lived in and something I said caught his attention.
"Did you know Bob Pearson?"
I was gob smacked. "Bobby?"
That made my friend laugh. "Don't let him hear you call him that. He'll probably break your neck."
I was still stunned. "Do you know Bobby... Bob Pearson?"
"Yeah," he confirmed. "We were friends in junior high. He lives in my neighborhood, but he always used to talk about his first house. It must be around where you live."
"It is. We lived on the same street." I confirmed. "He used to be my best friend."
"No shit? Do you guys still hang out?"
"No," I answered. "We lost touch when he moved away."
He laughed again.
"What's so funny?"
Still chuckling Ken asked, "You do realize he goes to this school, right?"
I don't know why it had never occurred to me, but the high school had kids from all over town. It only made sense that Bobby would be here.
The bell rang and signaled the end of lunch break. As we headed off to separate classes, he said, "I'll let Bob know I saw you... if you want me to?"
"Sure... That would be cool."
The thought of seeing Bobby again made me happy. I had no expectation that we would pick up our friendship, but it would be cool to catch up.
The next day at lunch break I was looking around for Ken, when I saw this brute of a dude walking my way. It took me a few seconds to see it.
"Oh shit! Bobby... I mean... Bob... Is that really you?"
We had been so similar as kids that people would sometimes ask if we were twins, but that no longer applied. I was pretty normal sized, but Bob looked like he belonged a couple grades higher.
"Dude!" He called out. "You haven't changed at all!"
"Well... yes I have!" I defended myself. "Just not as much as you."
Bob struck the Heisman pose and then laughed. "I'm like a Greek god!"
I laughed too but he wasn't far from the truth. My old friend had grown into a specimen. I remembered his dad, and it made sense. I would never have called Bob's dad a specimen, but he was a huge teddy bear of a man.
Any nerves I had about the reunion were quickly forgotten. We were immediately joking around like we had never been apart.
I still lived in the same house, but my parents had split a few years earlier and my mom got a full-time job. She usually worked swing shift and my brothers had all moved out, either living on their own or in college, so I had the house to myself most of the time. Bob had his driver's license and his dad's old Chevy Vega, so the distance had stopped being an obstacle. We started hanging out together at my house, every day after school.
Most of the time we would watch TV or goof around on my computer. That's where we learned that one thing had definitely not changed from when we were kids. We were both obsessed with sex and most of our computer time was spent looking at porn sites.
I immediately thought back to the games we would play, but Bob was the first one to bring it up.
"Remember playing hide the wiener?" He asked.
"You mean, Wiener In the Bun," I corrected.
"That's right," he agreed. "Wiener In the Bun... Damn... It's a shame..."
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's a shame we're not kids anymore."
"I guess so," I considered, not sure what he meant.
"I mean... I am horny all the time," he explained. "And I'm so fucking tired of whacking off."
"Sure... I guess I know what you mean."
His expression got serious. "I'm just saying... just... maybe... being able to rub against a real person." Then looking at me. "You know... Like we used to do."
"Dude," I laughed. "Are you saying you want to play wiener in the bun?"
"Well, yeah." He admitted. "I mean, fuck yeah. Why not?"
"Neither one of us is a girl... and it was just rubbing. It wasn't sex."
"No, but neither is jerking off." He noted. "I just remember that it felt good. Would it be weird?"
"Yeah!" I confirmed, and added, "But... I guess I'm not totally opposed to the idea."
"Seriously?"
I shrugged. "I guess. It beats waiting for you to leave so I can pound one out."
"Can we try it now?"
Just remembering what we did as kids had given me a boner. Between that and the porn I was ready for almost anything and this seemed as good as anything I had planned.
"Yeah, okay..."
I didn't even finish giving my approval before Bob jumped in with, "We should probably get naked for this... you know... so it's skin on skin..."
"Yeah, okay," I agreed, watching my friend already stripped off his clothing.
I looked away and focused my attention on doing the same, realizing that watching my friend strip down was having an effect on me. It was only once we were naked that I looked again.
Bob looked even bigger naked. He was fit, but he still had some of the soft pudginess of his dad. What he had hanging between his legs perfectly matched the rest of him. It was thick, partly soft and partly hard, and... big."
"Can I go first?" Bob asked. "I need it bad!"
His enthusiasm made me nervous, but I couldn't see a reason to refuse. So, I laid out on my stomach on the bed and Bob climbed between my spread legs.
I assumed it would be pretty much the same as what we had done when we were younger, but with more effort to blow a load. Bob offered the first change.
"Can we use something as lube?" Then when he saw my questioning look, "Just so we don't rub raw."
It made sense, so I told him where to find my half-used jar of Vaseline. He slicked himself up and then resumed his position, lowering down until his hard prod was planted firmly between my buttocks.
That was a definite change from our old games, but I wasn't put off by it. It felt nice having his heavy body draped across my back, and his fat choad spreading my cheeks. I had to remind myself that this was not sex. It was just playing Weiner in the Bun, like before.
Then Bob started moving, sliding his shaft in my butt crease, and clearly having a good time. His moans were loud enough that I was really glad we had the house to ourselves.
While he was sliding across my back, it made my body shift on the bed, which was giving my own dick a workout. It wasn't enough to make me cum, but it still felt good.
I could tell by his groans and grunts that he was getting close, and I was starting to look forward to my turn on top. But then, Bob fired off, and it was like someone had opened a garden hose on my back. I didn't know anyone could spew that much spooge at one time.
Bob kept sliding against me until the last cum pulsing belch of his prick was done. Then, he rolled off me, lying on his back next to me. I looked over and had to admire his softening but still impressive staff. It was slimy with sperm, and I could tell by the quicky cooling spots across my back and buttocks that I was too.
I lifted off the bed and felt the shift in gravity turn the puddles into rivulets of baby batter. I had to rush to the bathroom, leaving a trail of sperm drops behind me.
Knowing that my backside was a mess of sperm, I quickly turned on the shower and climbed inside, hoping to wash away the worst of it.
By the time I was finished, Bob came stumbling into the bathroom, still looking dazed by his orgasm, but conscious enough to see me step out of the shower.
"That's a good idea," he grunted, taking my place under the spray.
Once we were both cleaned and dried, it seemed unlikely that I would get my turn on top, but I was still kind of freaked out about the mess Bob had made and I spent several minutes wiping up the cum drips in the hallway between my bedroom and the bathroom. We then watched TV for a while before Bob headed home.
We didn't see each other over the weekend, but Bob came over after school on Monday and immediately wanted to resume the game. Only, he wasn't asking me to take my turn. He wanted another turn on top.
"That was so awesome dude. You have no idea."
No, I didn't. "I don't know man... That was a fucking mess. I don't think I can do that again."
I could see that Bob was upset and I felt bad about that, but I was still finding drip spots I had missed before.
"I'm sorry man..."
"What if..." I could his gears turning. "What if I get off you before I... get off... you know? I could spooge in a towel or something."
"I don't know... Maybe..."
"It won't be as good, but I can do that, so it won't make a mess."
"I guess," I finally gave in. I admit it had felt good when he rubbed off against me. I was still thinking he owed me a turn, but I went along with it.
We started out just like the last time, only now with a towel strategically placed next to me.
Bob's pace seemed less urgent this time, though he still made all the noises that indicated he was enjoying the ride. One other change was that Bob wasn't sliding full length and he seemed to be focusing his strokes so that his cock knob would repeatedly glide across my butt pucker.
That was an interesting feeling, but it didn't concern me until Bob suddenly stopped moving, centering his knob directly on the bunched muscle.
"Hey! Careful..." I warned him.
He didn't move.
"I was just thinking," he offered. "Maybe there's a better way we can keep from making a mess."
"What's that?" I asked stupidly.
"Maybe... I could put... you know... put the tip of my dick... inside." He finally said it. That way it wouldn't make a mess."
"You're not putting your dick in my butt!" I warned him.
"No, just the tip." He explained.
"That's still putting it inside!"
"Come on... I'll be super careful. I promise it won't hurt."
That seemed unlikely, but I could already feel my pucker relaxing against the soft pressure of his dick head.
"You have to stop if I say to" I ordered, apparently giving in. "And just the tip."
"Absolutely!" and I felt the pressure against my hole slightly increase.
I tensed but immediately recognized that it was the opposite of what I needed. So, I focused on my breathing and tried to make myself relax.
I'll give Bob some credit. He never forced it, but he also never let up. The pressure was soft but constant, and my sphincter was in a losing battle to keep him out.
When the knob slipped inside me, it felt like someone had just popped a tennis ball inside my butt. Or at least that's the image that flashed across my brain.
I can't say it didn't hurt, but it didn't hurt as much as I expected. And it wasn't enough for me to make him stop, but I did wonder how he would make himself cum with just the knob of his cock inside me. I was about to ask when he punched a little deeper.
"Hey! Just the tip!" I cried out.
I had expected more pain, but I was surprised that I took the additional bulk without any added discomfort.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "It just... it feels too good."
"Well, okay..." I started, thinking he would pull back, but he pushed even deeper.
This time I gasped, unable to speak. It still wasn't bad, but it was becoming almost overwhelming. He was hitting something inside me that felt like I was jacking off from the inside out.
I still felt like I needed to make him stop and pull back, but I was now kind of interested in what was happening inside me and whether it would feel even better if he pushed deeper. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Bob pushed in until his groin pressed against my buttocks and I realized he had shoved his entire cock up my shit chute.
Then he showed me how he planned to reach orgasm. He started out slow, drawing back almost all the way before plugging back into me, but he was picking up speed and before long he was pounding me into the bed.
At this point, even if I wanted to, I couldn't have stopped him. Luckily, I didn't want to. Almost as soon as he started stroking into me, I came. It was a whole body, shuddering, and intense orgasm, unlike anything I had ever managed on my own.
It felt like I was still having orgasmic tremors as he continued fucking me. I was finding it hard to catch my breath and I had to force myself to take deeper breaths to keep from hyperventilating.
My head was still spinning, and I couldn't say how long Bob went at it. It seemed like we were fucking for hours, but it also seemed like it was over too soon.
When Bob finally did shoot off up my butt, I could actually feel it, and I knew he was delivering a load similar to what he had hosed me down with, only now it was contained. Or almost.
I shot off again, as hard, or harder that the first one, and I could feel the warm pulse of my sperm shooting against my belly.
Like before, Bob took a long time to finish cumming, and this time he stayed in place for a while after, apparently soaking up the experience. When he finally rolled off me, I felt a soft rumbling in my gut and realized I needed to hit the bathroom fast.
Struggling to my feet, I dashed to the toilet and released a flood of my best friend's unborn children. It was weird but admittedly preferable to the sticky mess I had to wash off the previous time. However, walking back to my room, I saw the telltale drips of spooge that had leaked from my hole when I ran to the bathroom.
In my room, I first saw Bob, still sprawled out on his back, his fat cock softened, and shiny with lube and sperm. But, next to him I saw the massive puddle of scum I had deposited. So, we hadn't solved the mess problem.
Bob opened his eyes and saw me.
"Did that work better?" He asked.
Still figuring out how I was going to clean up the mess we had made, I looked from the soaked bed cover to my exhausted friend. I stared openly at his fuck swollen rod and felt the soft flutter of my sphincter trying to regain some tension.
"Yeah. Much better." I sighed. "We can keep doing that."