(Note: This is the story of a sexual encounter between teenage boys. It is strictly fiction and fantasy. It involves sexual practices that are considered unsafe and is not an endorsement of these practices. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you.)
It was a warm summer afternoon, and I was in the woods behind our house buffing my banana. At fourteen, that was my favorite activity.
I was a wiry kid, hard bodied and lightly muscled, a little on the thin side. I could have put on some weight if I ate more and wanked less, but I would gladly skip a meal for an interesting session in the woods with my boner. I was wearing my one-piece summer uniform. Blue jeans.
My head was shaved except for my Mohawk haircut, a two-inch wide strip of short sun-bleached hair that contrasted with my otherwise suntanned head and body. It was an unusual choice for a shy kid who avoided attention, but it was there because I liked it.
My wank session was arrested by the sudden discovery that I wasn't alone. About two years older, he was a tanned muscular country boy, leaning against a tree about thirty feet away and grinning broadly. Barefoot, shirtless, and dressed in a pair of faded and torn blue jeans with two buttons unfastened, he had that unmistakable bad boy look that should make you run but never does.
I stood there paralyzed, hand still around my boner.
"No worries, dude. I was watching your techniques and thinking about joining you." He teasingly unfastened two more buttons.
I was speechless. He unfastened the last button and pulled out his tool. A good seven inches, it was already hard.
"Guess you turned me on with what you were doing." He stroked it a couple times.
"Come on over here." An invisible rope slowly pulled me in his direction. I was holding my pants up with one hand with my fully erect boner still hanging out. I stood there, still embarrassed, looking directly into his dark teasing eyes.
"What's your name?" he inquired.
"B-b-buddy," I stammered.
"I'm Cody," he informed me. "I've seen you around. Can't mistake that haircut. I live about a half mile up the road from you. We just moved there."
He reached out his hand to shake mine, or so I thought, but instead he brazenly put it around my boner and stroked it a couple times.
I gasped. My knees nearly failed me. That was the first time a hand other than mine had been there.
"Like it, Buddy?" I was speechless again, but there wasn't much doubt.
"Wanna try something else?" He must have decided that my open mouth and glazed eyes meant yes because he dropped to his knees and grinned up at me.
Cody's tongue licking the head of my cock was another new experience. I couldn't move. His tongue worked his way up and down my boner, and then suddenly my boner was enclosed in his mouth and his head was moving up and down. I gasped in surprise. He stood up and smiled.
"Come with me." He took my hand and led me to a small clearing where he had a blanket laid out. Pushing me down on the blanket and kneeling between my legs, he put his lips around my boner and silently continued where he had left off. I watched in amazement. I grabbed his head with both hands. I was going to pull him off, but I found myself encouraging him instead. This was much better than jacking off, and I knew I was going to cum very soon.
"I'm gonna blow, Cody," I warned.
He continued as if he had heard nothing.
"I mean it! I can't hold off any more!"
I think he might have swallowed my load, but the shock would have sent me running away at that point. Instead, he pulled off just in time and stroked me once or twice. I blew cum all over myself. Now I was embarrassed again.
I looked up and he was grinning at me.
"Wanna try another game, Buddy?"
He had me hooked. I managed to nod my head up and down.
Cody pulled off my jeans, reached between my legs, and started playing with my asshole. I liked it, so I spread my legs to give him more access.
"Let's try this," he said with a smile. Reaching into his pack, he pulled out a tube and spread some stuff on his middle finger.
This time his finger went inside and began to explore. I got hard again immediately. I moaned as he found the pleasure spot. It felt pretty good, and my boner was starting to leak. A couple of fingers went in. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was much greater than the pain.
"Like that, Buddy?" My head nodded up and down again.
"I can make it feel even better. Want me to do that?"
"Y-y-yes!" I couldn't help myself.
This time it was his bare boner that he lubed.
I was becoming uneasy at where this was going and started to get up. He pushed me back gently with a smile.
"You're gonna love it, Buddy," he assured me.
Cody hadn't taken off his jeans yet. I think he knew that I would bolt like a scared rabbit if he took the time to do that. He wanted to score, and we both knew it. I was still very hesitant about all of this. I was also becoming highly aroused as I watched him stroking his lubed boner, and my brain chemistry had become altered. Suddenly, the idea of having him inside me seemed absolutely brilliant. I spread my legs, casually put my hands under my head, and smiled up at him.
"OK, Cody. Go for it," I invited. "But don't cum inside me," I added as an afterthought.
With that invitation, he now took the time to remove his jeans. Then he leaned over me and positioned his boner. I could feel it pressing against the entrance.
"Relax, Buddy." I relaxed and the head popped in. I moaned with pleasure as he probed around just inside my hole. Then with one long slow thrust, he pushed all the way in. I gasped with surprise.
"You OK, Buddy?" My head nodded again. I really was OK. More than OK. Having him joined with me this way made me feel good all over.
Very slowly, he started to give me an internal massage. The sky and trees above me started to spin around. His grinning face was becoming blurred. I felt like I was going to cum, but the feeling just kept growing and growing as he teased me inside with his bare boner.
"Stop! It's too much!"
He ignored me.
"I mean it, Cody! Please stop!" I was squirming with pleasure beneath him. I thought I was going to pass out, and I was afraid he was going to cum inside me. I tried to escape, but I was no match for him. He had me pinned to the ground.
Cody chuckled and just kept on probing, watching my face, and doing everything he could to make me struggle even more.
I was crying out with intense pleasure and fear and saying things like, "Oh fuck! Stop Cody! I can't take it!", and thrashing about wildly for a long time. Then I exploded with a howl of pleasure.
When I came to my senses, I saw a satisfied smile on his face.
"That was so fucking good. Why didn't you stop when I asked you to?" I inquired in an obvious contradiction that clearly indicated my state of confusion.
"Because you didn't really want me to," he replied with his usual grin. I knew he was right.
Then he started slowly probing inside me again.
"I'm gonna make you cum again, Buddy," he announced.
"Bet you can't," I responded, now actually getting into this game.
"Tell you what, Buddy," he said, continuing to probe slowly and deeply, "If I make you cum again, you're gonna let me cum inside you. If I can't make you cum before I'm ready to blow, I'm gonna pull out and you get to cum inside me instead."
I put my hands under my head again and considered his proposal. The soothing internal massage was altering my brain chemistry some more. Now I badly wanted to take his load, and I wasn't that sure he would pull out anyway. But what I really wanted was to cum inside him. I offered an alternative that I thought might appeal to him.
"How about this. If you make me cum first, you get to cum inside me. If you cum first, you're gonna let me cum inside you. That way we both get to cum and you don't have to worry about pulling out. What do you think?"
He thought about that for a few seconds while the probing continued without pause. "I like it. You're on."
As if on cue, that feeling began to grow again. I had to concentrate hard to suppress it. The sun was on his back, and he was working so hard the sweat was dripping off his body and mingling with the cum on mine. I tried to anticipate his moves, counter them, and then add my own to make him cum.
"Wanna call off the bet, Buddy?" he asked with a smile.
"No way!" I responded, with a huge grin I couldn't have managed fifteen minutes earlier. "You're gonna pull out any minute now, and then I'm gonna fill you with cream!"
"In your dreams! I can make you cum any time I want, and then I'm gonna fill you so full my boy juice is gonna be running out your ears! By the way, I love your haircut," he countered.
"Quit trying to distract me, asshole!" I shouted back. "And I can keep from cumming all night if I have to!"
I have no idea how long we kept up this verbal and sexual sparring. We were both constantly on the edge of cumming. I had never felt this good or had this much fun. I don't think he had either.
I was actively participating now, pushing up and grinding against him. I knew by the look on his face exactly when he went over the edge and his self-control evaporated. With a wild cry, his primal instincts took over completely. He was going to cum inside me, and there was no way he was going to stop it. Silently, I gloated over having scored the goal that would get me inside him.
I could feel his warm body fluids flowing into me and becoming part of the lubrication for each next thrust. Each time he drove it in, I pushed against him to force his rigid convulsing cock in deeper. I reveled in the fact that he was completely out of control because of what my body was doing for him. The changing expressions of intense pleasure on his face were amazing to watch. I was beaming with absolute delight at what was going on inside and out. This was no longer a means to a goal, it was simply pure carnal fun.
Howling like a wild animal, he thrust in repeatedly as far as he could go, each time leaving me with another deposit of cum. With a final groan and a deep thrust, he finished the process of releasing me from my virginity.
As he collapsed on top of me, I realized that the excitement of the last few moments had taken me to the brink. For about five seconds I struggled to prevent myself from cumming, but it was no use. Holding him tightly against me and frantically rubbing my boner against his smooth hard body, I silently glued us together with my cum.
Cody rolled over and we stared at the sky while we both tried to recover our senses. His cum dripped out of me onto the blanket, and I took pride in what it meant. I had given someone else sexual pleasure, and there, leaking out of my body, was the proof.
"That was damn close, but it's your turn now," he said. "And if you can't do it, I get to do it again."
"Just help me get hard, and I'll be inside you before you know it." I replied.
It took about five minutes to get it up with the help of my hand and his mouth, aided by the excitement of what was going to happen next.
Now I was kneeling between his legs and preparing his hole. I lubed myself for action.
I couldn't help it. I pushed my own six inches all the way in non-stop. Every nerve ending in my boner was tingling with pleasure.
Cody yelped with surprise, but then he was laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"The look on your face. You look like a kid with the key to the candy store," he replied.
"Smile about this," I said, with a grin that matched his.
I was determined to make him cum at least once, so I tried all of the tricks that he had used on me. It actually was pretty hard because probing around inside him was such an exquisite feeling, and I was always on the edge of of cumming more than once.
I knew I had succeeded when I felt him tightening around my boner. He didn't say a word, he just kept on leaking cum all over his stomach and chest. From the look in his eyes, I knew he wasn't really there for a while. I was pretty pleased with myself.
Now I backed off a little so I wouldn't cum right away. I explored inside him from front to back as far as I could go. I couldn't believe how different this felt than anything else I had experienced so far. The whole afternoon just kept getting better and better.
After a few more minutes, I began to thrust harder, deeper, and faster. Having held myself on the edge for several minutes now, I quickly exploded. Struggling for more traction on the blanket, I tried to get in as deep as possible. For a while, it seemed like I had completely escaped my body into a realm of pure pleasure. I blasted inside him over and over, groaning with pleasure, before I finally was done.
Breathing heavily, I looked down into his eyes with a broad smile. I was feeling pretty smug at what I had accomplished.
I rolled to one side and looked at the sky. I was completely at peace with myself and the world.
"Who won the bet?," Cody finally asked.
"I did," I replied without hesitation.
"Why?"
"Because I got everything I wanted."
"Even having me cum inside you?" he inquired.
"Oh, yeah!" I grinned. "I don't quite know why, but by the time we made our bet I wanted it real bad."
I had one more question. "Cody, would you have pulled out if we had gone with the first version of the bet?"
He smiled wickedly, "You'll never know, will you?"
"But actually, I think I won," he continued.
"Why?"
"Because I got everything I wanted too," he responded.
"Even having me cum inside you?" I asked.
Cody rolled on his side and gave me that big grin that was becoming so familiar.
"About the time you spread your legs to let me play with your asshole, I knew you really wanted it all, but you just didn't know it yet yourself. You're such a shy little fucker you needed someone to help you get there, and who could be better at that than me?"
"So you actually wanted me to cum inside you?" The light was beginning to dawn.
He looked at me with a smile in his eyes. "Oh yeah, but it was a lot more fun to make a bet that made it seem like I didn't."
He scooped up some of his boy juice, reached over and mixed it with mine on my stomach and chest, and then playfully shampooed my Mohawk. Laughing, I immediately did the same thing to his hair. It was sort of an initiation rite. Not blood brothers, but cum brothers.
"Wanna do it again?" he asked.
"Sure!" I was pleased that he suggested that.
He reached over and pulled a couple of coins out of his pants pocket.
"Flip you for top," he offered.
"Heads," I said.
He flipped one coin, the other having fallen casually to the blanket.
"Tails, you lose." I was a little suspicious, mostly because he was lubing up his boner before he made the offer.
"Let me see the coins, please," I requested.
Reluctantly, he handed me the coins. The one he had used had two tails, the other had two heads. I handed them back to him without comment. He had this sheepish expression like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
I tried to put an expression of disappointment on my face, and gave him a few seconds to reflect on his dishonesty. Then I stretched out on my back, put my hands under my head, spread my legs apart, and smiled up at him. With his customary huge grin, he was between my legs instantly. He was deep inside me within seconds.
"But don't cum inside me," I said with a grin.
"Too late," he smirked as he continued probing around inside with casual familiarity. You're hooked and we both know it. Oh, and by the way, Buddy..." He paused as if trying to decide whether to continue.
"Yeah?"
That familiar grin spread over his face again. "I never pull out until I can slide it out in my own cum."
Then he settled down to some serious fucking. I knew he was going to make me cum again before he unloaded inside, and I was looking forward to both events. I was addicted to this bad boy for sure.
We decided to see how hard it was to cum at the same time. After a couple of tries, we had it down pretty good. Fucking was becoming more relaxed and fun with every climax.
Neither one of us wanted to end this adventure. Cody had complete freedom to come and go as he wished. My parents weren't home, so before it got dark we went to my house, took a shower together, got something to eat, and returned to our lair with a supply of food and water, and another blanket.
Under a full moon, we slept naked on his cum-soaked blanket with mine over the top, hugging each other for warmth. He looked so innocent when he was sleeping. Every now and then, a coyote would howl in the distance. It was the greatest night of my life.
I had never imagined that there could be a fucking machine quite like Cody. About every two hours he would wake me up so he could fuck me again. He loaded me up with Cody juice one last time just before the sun came up. What a way to start the day, looking at the red sunrise through a haze of pleasure as your fuck buddy brings you both to another climax.
I reluctantly pulled on my jeans and stood up, stiff from the unaccustomed exercise. His cum dripped down my legs. His blanket was a disaster.
"Can we do this again another time?" I asked somewhat tentatively.
"We can do it any time you like, Buddy," he replied. "In fact, let's camp out again tonight. I'll swipe some beer from the refrigerator so we can see what that does. And I know a few more things we can try."
I knew it was going to be a great summer. I decided wanking was history. Taking a load from Cody had become my new favorite activity.