Buddy's Butt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By John Stevenson and Illustrations by Michael Kirwan

 

— originally published in Mandate magazine - November, 1997 —

 

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Buddy lived at 69 Spring and I lived at 71, and I had been hot to get into his sweats ever since I found out what "69" meant.

We made the usual eighteen-year-old date scene — in the middle of Kansas you damn well better. He was hot on the dance floor, and though I knew nothing was going to come of my dates, what gave me hope was that none of Buddy's dates ever seemed to get past the dance floor, either.

Around the time we did it, Buddy had been pretty much out of commission for anyone trying to lay a hand on his buffed bod. He had hoped for a wrestling scholarship to State, but had pulled something in his thigh. That bummed him out and he was working three jobs after school to make the dough. He didn't have enough time in the day to screw everyone who wanted it.

I figured if I didn't take one last swing at popping Buddy's cherry he'd be outta town and some hot-to-trot college dude might get that near-bliss experience.

One of his jobs was checking on the late shift at the local humongous twenty-four-hour supermarket. I was hanging around, as usual, trying to lead the conversation around to sex.

"Bummer about your injury, Buddy. Your thighs look great to me." The way his butt bloomed from the split in the back of his store apron made my mouth water, too.

He grinned as he caught me licking my lips. "Stevie," he said, polishing his tight-jeans-covered ass cheeks with his big, powerful palms before starting to check out his next customer, "I sure as hell wish the admissions office at State was as impressed with my physical assets as you are. What am I gonna do, Man? I'm not anywhere near the money I need."

I leaned onto the counter with my chin in my hands. "You ever thought about selling your ass?" I asked innocently. Buddy looked startled.

"The way I've been working my butt off," he muttered, "there's not going to be a lot left to even give away."

"Give away — hell, there's plenty who'd be willing to pay a lot of bucks to see those buns in action."

His customer looked up embarrassed and moved quickly away.

"Man, you're gonna get me fired," he hissed. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"How's your rhythm?" I asked. The idea had occurred to me while I was salivating over the way Buddy's muscular body smoothly rotated between checking and bagging groceries. It was musical the way his ass moved.

He took a deep breath to stretch out his back muscles, and the flexing of the twin slabs inside his tight T-shirt sent my heart hammering against my chest almost as hard as my crazed cock was trying to swat its way out of my chafing shorts.

"I got rhythm," he frowned, not sure where I was going. "I just haven't had time to use it lately."

"Do you know what they pay the guy go-go dancers down at the bar? A hundred bucks a night! Plus, whatever tips their happy lady customers can jam into those tight, little cock-things. At what you're getting here, you oughta be able to get into State about the time you hit the big three-oh."

Buddy stared at me. "A hundred bucks...." His next customer rapped lightly on the counter to get his attention.

"Come on over tonight. I'll check you out to see if you've got it." I had my own place, the envy of all my friends.

"Damn straight," Buddy said with a new determination in his voice. That, of course, might have been another problem. After all my lusting, he just might have turned out to be damn straight.

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"Well, what do you think?" Buddy gasped, his bare, sweat-covered chest heaving with excitement. I couldn't speak. At my pad after work, he had stripped to his jockeys, I had put on some hot dance music, and he had proceeded to send me straight to boner-ready-to-blow heaven with his incredibly steamy, sexy moves.

"I'm kinda out of practice," he continued, sucking in oxygen, and rubbing his hands excitedly over his lightly haired chest, abrading the taut nipples that snapped to perky attention. "I haven't danced a lot, lately, but I think I'm pretty good. Well?"

"I can't wait to see you in a g-string." The words came out dry and raspy as my eyes continued to be burned with the amazing performance I had just witnessed.

"Oh, shit! I should have thought of that!"

Puzzled, I watched as Buddy started another hot tune, then in a flash, stripped off his soaked jockeys and tossed them aside. Before I could blink, he spun and bent his powerful naked frame to rummage in his gym bag. My jaw hit the floor and my eyes bulged at the fantastic back end he presented. The globes magnificently framing a glimpse of the tight, bouncy package of moist cock and balls he had released.

Even though Buddy and I had been friends for years, we'd never spent a lot of time together naked. My breath stopped.

"I've got a jockstrap in here someplace...."

With a groan of desperation and totally out of control, I fell to my knees, grabbed his waist, yanked him around, and locked my arms around his sweat-soaked, rock-hard thighs, washing my face with his stubby, thick cock.

"Oh, Buddy! Man, you are so fucking hot and I have been so damn hot for you! You know that, Man! Let me blow you! Please!! I swear I'll give you the best blow-job you've ever had!"

Buddy stared down at me like I had totally lost my mind. "Well, gee, Stevie, sure. Why didn't you say so?" He said it like he didn't really get why I'd want to, but like, he also couldn't figure out why to say, "No."

He had hardly gotten the words out before I grabbed his thick tool with both hands and rammed the fat, juicy head into my mouth. The solid, spongy stub of meat that had just driven me crazy as he wiggled his musical butt was solidly buried between my sucking cheeks, thickening and growing and turning to rigid, hard gristle on my swerving tongue.

Suddenly, I pulled off him, the supply of oxygen cut off by the commanding slab that had exploded to jam my windpipe. "Jesus, man!" I coughed out the words. "It practically tripled in my mouth!" I grabbed the huge, throbbing, mouth-wet slab with both hands, measuring it like a baseball bat. There was still another fistful of meat sticking out of my grip. The thickening shaft, stretching my clutching fingers apart, was topped with a lemon-sized knob. A smoothly rounded, winking, one-eyed prow was already drizzling thick, viscous drops of pre-cum.

Way-fucking-fantastic-excellent cock!

Buddy stared down at me, eyes heavy, legs wide, hips thrust forward, his fingers threaded through my hair. "Yeah." The color rose in his high cheekbones. "It's a big one. Gee, Stevie, I never thought you...! Oh, God, yes!"

His acquiescent, sexy look was all the invitation I had needed to duck my head between his widespread, sweat-drenched thighs and suck his heavy-hanging nut sack into my mouth. The soft nuts rolled deliciously between my caressing cheeks as I sniffed the acrid perfume of his steamy crotch.

I chewed on his tough nuts, then swabbed the nubby surface of the sack clean with my tongue. The insides of his thighs came next, as I dragged the salty beads of sweat into my vacuuming lips.

Buddy gasped, unnerved at the sheets of electricity that raced up from my tongue to lodge deep in his fried brain. "Yes," he kept whispering, "suck that sweat. Clean my nuts. Clean my butt...."

I licked him slick, from his knees to his belly button. Then while rubbing my cheeks over his fuzz-covered pelvis and shoving my sniffing nose hard into packs of clean muscle and deep into tongue-washed crevices, I decided I had washed him clean enough. It was time to make Buddy sweat again.

 


With one smooth arc of my head, I dropped back onto his huge, monster dick and speared it straight into my throat. My jaw cracked under the stretching, but my throat yawned wide, gulping his meat all the way into me. With a slurping "thump," it burrowed its full, massive length solidly into me.

Buddy was howling. "Jeez, your mouth is so damn hot... Oh, shit, that feels so fucking awesome...."

I grabbed his hip bones, bookending the flatness of his chiseled abs, and shoved my head back, dragging his humongous cock free of my kneading, choking throat muscles.

Buddy moaned plaintively as my lips dragged up and over the throbbing veins circling his engorged shaft and locked around his shining glans. My teeth defined the depression separating the bulbous head from the meaty column, and my tongue jammed into his piss-slit, woodpeckering a spray of sweet pre-cum out of the gushing hole into my mouth in time with the hot, pounding music.

Buddy was cursing happily now, wiggling his hips to the throbbing dance beat coming from the CD, matching the rhythm of my sucking, slurping jaw action. His hands pressed urgently onto the back of my head as his hips lunged forward with ardent pulses.

His tight, muscular glutes filled my hands, which whistled over the hairless hills of flesh, turning them raw and electric under my kneading. Then, my fingers slipped into the hot, sweat-drenched canyon splitting his massive round ass muscles.

The tips of my fingers tickled his puckered, moist butthole. It was more than Buddy could take. He locked his hands around my head to prevent any escape. He slammed his cock deep into my throat only to instantly draw it back, and before the suction could be filled with my collapsing muscles, drove it even deeper with the next thrust. Over and over his hips pumped, pent-up frustration pouring out furiously in his determined, driving face-fucking.

I gave in to his dogged drilling, numbed and elated to a high like no other by the powerful masculine assault plowing down my throat. It felt like the fucker was trying to drive his gigantic, rock-hard cock out the other end.

With a powerful, jaw-rattling ram of his hips, he settled his meat deep in me and emptied himself. He was groaning, moaning, and gasping with tongue-slurping, self-satisfied grunts. Man, how long had the stud been saving up this hot load?

His jizz was being shot so deep into my throat I couldn't even taste the stuff. I yanked his hips back, pulling his cock up into my mouth, where it continued to spew clots of thick cream. I lapped it up as fast as Buddy could shoot it into me. His trembling legs gave way and he slowly crumpled to the floor and onto his back with me still jaw-locked around his shivering, spent dick. I lay there, my face mashed into his crotch, my nose digging into his smooth pubes, sniffing up his hot, rank scent, and grabbing what fresh air I could from around the throbbing edges of his tool.

Buddy moaned, giggling, and curled his powerful legs over my back as he reached down to drag his nails over my scalp.

"Stevie! Man, that was unbelievable! I... I never thought I'd do it with a guy, but I was so fucking horny, and you have been so damn hot, lately. You are awesome, Man."

He looked down at me, grinning. I snuggled his balls into my fists as the massive nuts slowly relaxed from having contracted into the base of his cock.

"It's payback time, right?" he asked, looking at me steadily.

My cheeks suctioned at his hard meat, my palms curled tighter around his nuts, and my fingertips pressed hard against the moist, hot pucker of his trembling asshole.

Buddy sucked in his breath, his eyes dark, "Name it."

I relaxed my jaw and pulled off him.

Buddy watched me, waiting, as I slowly milked his golden cock with my fists, firmly pressing out dollops of fresh pre-cum from the bright, purple head. I dropped my head and swirled the clear fluid up onto my tongue. "I want to fuck you," I said.

Held air escaped as he sighed and gave a slight shake of his head, resigned. He chuckled, "I was afraid you might have something like that in mind."

I moved up and fell onto his tightly delineated frame, my face inches from his, while mashing our hard cocks into each other's abs.

"I'll make it good for you, Buddy, I swear. Afterward you can fuck my ass to hamburger. I've been saving it just for you; it'll be so nice and hot and tight!"

"Damn, Stevie. If you make it near as good as that blow-job you just gave me...." He started to turn over.

"No, no," I stopped him. "I want you to see what's going on. I want to see you."

I pushed his legs up. "Just hook your forearms under your thighs and watch me go to work."

He laughed again as I spat onto my cock.

I smeared some warm spit on the brown bud between his ass cheeks, tickling it open. Buddy hummed at the comforting sensation.

The back of my neck prickled, as did the hairs under my tight ball sack. My fingers circled the pucker, massaging the folds of delicate skin, pressing against it, easing its resistance.

Buddy's eyes were closed now. A low, contented rumble came from his chest as he hugged his legs tighter to spread his cheeks and give me as good a shot at his ass as possible.

I went for the gold. Buddy's eyes snapped open as he felt my hot tongue stab at his sensitized hole. His ass opened right up. I slid in a couple of lube-drenched fingers and began to gently but firmly ream his butt wide. Buddy's chest heaved at the new sensation. His breath all but stopped when I hit his prostate and slowly stroked it.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah," he grunted.

 


I pulled myself up and slathered spit all over my throbbing tool, positioning it at the yawning entrance. "I'm gonna do it," I said firmly.

"Do it... Do it," his whisper was harsh and yearning. "Do it now!"

I shoved in. All the way in. Six, seven, eight inches of meat ripped into Buddy's virgin butt, shoving the spasming, clutching walls aside to drive all the way into the searing center of him.

Tears welled out of Buddy's clenched eyes as the words hissed through his teeth. "Oh, man, yeah... I never thought it would feel so damn good!" He opened his eyes and commanded, "Fuck that ass all the way home!"

I rode him like I had ridden my fists for years, except now it was Buddy's magnificent ass-muscles jacking my jizz — grinding and working and milking my exploding tool. I had hardly gotten started good before I was over the edge — howling and pumping and slamming my hips into his butt like I was going to weld us together — sending sheets of white-hot sperm deep into him.

My pubes bucked into his butt cheeks, smacking them red as I rammed home, driving deeper into him with each bone-rattling slam forward. My balls were knotted at the base of my dick, tightened against it so hard, urgent to pump every last drop of juice into Buddy's butt.

His body jolted as I slammed into him, his eyes shaken half-open with the new feelings pile-driven into him.

I fell onto him, locking my mouth to his, driving my tongue deep. I frenched his groaning mouth as I pumped out the final ounces of my juice.

Buddy released his legs and hooked his ankles over my back, his ass muscles dragging me even deeper. I was finally empty.

Buddy decided this man-to-man sex thing was sure as hell worth giving a shot, and I decided I was going to be so hot Buddy was never going to want to take a shot at any other guy but me.

When he shoved my legs up and slammed that triple-sized log of his into my asshole for the first time, for a couple of white-hot minutes there, I wondered if my ass could take Buddy.

It did handle it, of course, just fine. It still does.

Buddy became one of the hottest go-go dancers on the edge of town and decided to skip State for a couple of years while he socked away the bucks — and we socked it to each other.

He eventually moved on, but we still get together every now and then to see if we've still got the rhythm.

So far, we've still got it!


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