Bobbing on Bobby

Our trip back from New Bern went fairly smoothly, and Bobby even agreed to let me drive us a long way out of the way in order to see some decorative windmills off a country road near Wilson. They were so ornate and beautiful, and I enjoyed every minute we spent there.

Things were basically normal back home, and we decided a few weeks in to have another one of our all night movie nights again like we have done since childhood. We picked up chips, pizza rolls, some drinks, and popcorn.

His living room had a couch on both sides with a TV at the end with a coffee table down the middle. So we loaded up the coffee table with everything we needed minus the drinks in the fridge, and decided to lounge on the couches like beds in our PJs and pig out while rewatching a bunch of old movies we've been watching for years.

During the movies we talked and cut up a lot, but I always kept finding myself looking over at Bobby. He was such a charismatic guy, and just very genuine as a person. It was hard not to want to pay attention to him.

That night though, something was very different.

Usually when we had these nights it was always more direct with one another and actually face each other when we were cutting up. I mean, we've seen the movies a thousand times, so we didn't typically just stare at the screen when we chatted.

Eventually I'd had enough and I just asked "What's up bruh?"

He just turned his head and said "What do you mean?"

He had barely moved, still laying down and scrunched up with his knees bent. He had only turned his head towards me, so I asked "Are you tired or something? Cause you're just laying there like it's bedtime and we're supposed to stay up." And this made him shift so he could sit up, and as he did there was a flash of light from his lap, and I went in for it with "ARE YOU ON YOUR PHONE?"

"No, I was just checking my messages" he said.

I shrugged it off at first and got up to go grab another drink from the kitchen, but on my way I asked "Do you want another one?" as I shook the can.

"Yeah bro, if you don't mind" he said as I grabbed his empty can to carry to the trash. Something still seemed kind of off because he'd usually talk to me while I was grabbing stuff and tonight he was silent.

As I was grabbing the drinks I noticed we had some salsa in the fridge so I called out to see if he wanted salsa and got no response. I tried it at least twice and got nothing, so not wanting a second trip I walked over to the door to the living room to ask him where he could hear me since the movie was still playing.

When I leaned through the doorway I saw his phone. He was looking at a photo of someone's wet crotch, and it looked like they had wet themselves. But soon I noticed something that froze me in my tracks.

In the photo was something very familiar.

A keychain.

My keychain.

"Um... dude?" I said just barely above a whisper and he jumped to an upright position and turned off his phone screen. As he turned I could tell he was white as a ghost and just seemed to be breathing pretty rapidly, and I didn't know what to say either. So, after what seemed like a whole minute I broke the silence with "What were you just looking at?"

He fumbled with words but basically implied it was nothing, but I wasn't having that. "So give me your phone then" I said and he rapidly pulled his phone flat against his stomach. "It's really nothing" he said, but I already knew. After going back and forth a few times I finally just jumped on him and wrestled with him until I had him pinned down and got his phone.

His password was just his birthday, so I had it unlocked in seconds and there it was a photo of a crotch, my crotch, and it dawned on me that there was only one thing that it could be.

Between the floor in the background and the wetness of my pants, it had to be the New Bern trip. It had to be from what we did together.

"What is THIS?" I almost yelled as I turned the phone around. He stayed silent and I backed up to release his arms. When I sat back my hips landed in his lap and I caught the remote right in my ass crack, but when I went to move it I found out that it wasn't a remote at all. He was extremely hard and it was throbbing. "Dude?" I stammered, "what is going on here? Why do you have this?"

"I... I don't know" he said, eyes watering. "I just... I really enjoyed what we did" he finally got out as his dick throbbed, almost to the beat of his sentence. "I just wanted to know you liked it too, and you can see that you did right there."

I felt my face begin to burn as I probably turned bright red. "Why didn't you tell me you took this?" I was already heated, but he just looked sad and it made me feel a bit less angry. He started, "I'm sorry, but you got off on it just as much as I did, look." He took his phone back and turned it back to my face, showing me my own cum-filled pants from New Bern.

We just sat like that for what seemed like forever, and before I realized what was going on I noticed that I was hard too now. I couldn't stop thinking of how relaxed I felt after I'd cum that night back in New Bern which made me throb in quick short bursts, bouncing against the tightness of my PJs.

"You did like it, didn't you?" he asked.

Now I was the one who was speechless, but eventually I got out a simple "Yeah" and he actually started to smirk. He reached forward and grabbed my very hard dick while he ground his hips up against me and he said "I thought so."

Without thinking about it I began to grind my own hips, almost fucking his hand and making his dick rub even more against my ass. He broke our silent grinding session with "Did you maybe want to do it again?" as I continued to sit there. "I think you really want to do it again" he said as I continued my slight back and forth movement on his lap.

He made the first move when he moved to push me backwards and pulled out his legs. I could see the head of his dick sticking out of his waist band as he shifted, but his shirt covered it as he stood up. I wouldn't have to wait long though because the first thing he did was remove his shirt and toss it aside.

"Dude, I..." I started, but he shushed me and put his hand on the side of my head. "I think you do want to do it again" he implied again as he put his hand on my shoulder, slightly around my neck. "I'd like to do it again" he said as I stared up at his body. He was so tan and fit, and I could smell him almost as much as I had in New Bern. He smelled different this time, like soap and cologne and no sweat. It still had the same effect and I could feel my mouth fill with spit. I swallowed hard and just slacked my jaw, opening my mouth ever so slightly.

With his other hand he pulled at his PJs and they fell to the floor. He grabbed his dick and rolled his foreskin back and forth. "It's okay bro, I'd like to do it again to" he said as his other hand moved me forward. He wasn't pulling me hard at all, but I moved forward. He pressed the tip against my lips as he continued to jack off and I subconsciously licked at it and tasted that familiar strange but tantalizing flavor that I just couldn't put my finger on. It was almost as if he tasted like home felt.

I let my jaw go even more slack as he pressed into my mouth. He was so thick that he did graze my teeth slightly, but I remembered what he said last time and quickly let my jaw open wider and pulled my lips tighter around him, pushing his foreskin back all over my lips. "That's the way bro. Just like that" he said. "You make me feel so good," he said, "so, so good!"

I looked up to his face and found him grinning practically ear to ear, staring at me without blinking or flinching. I made a sound trying to say something, but all that came out was a moan because he was in the way of my words. "It's ok bro, it's just us" he said as he moved forward, going deeper into my mouth. He hit the start of my throat making me cough before he pulled back and just thrusted in and out without gagging me at all. "Yeah, that's it bro. We'll take our time if you need us to" yet what felt like too soon he was going deeper and hitting the same spot as earlier, but now it wasn't making me gag.

As I was looking up at his body, I couldn't help but reach forward and grab his hips just below the v line. His hairy legs tickled my palms as I finally made contact. His hair was so springy and wiry like my facial hair can be when I grow it out just a bit. He was so warm and somehow his muscles were both firm and soft at the same time. I looked to his chest and saw his brown nipples against his tan skin. I don't know why I found them so beautiful, but it was like he was no longer just my buddy and was also a work of art. I moaned unintentionally and shifted forward to the edge of the couch, my PJs riding up tight and pinning my dick against my thigh in a stranglehold.

"That's it bro, take it and take it deeper" he instructed as he shifted back and forth going deeper which each thrust. I could feel his foreskin rolling around and against my toungue as I explored the veins I could find. My nostrils filled with his scent and I couldn't help but close my eyes and breathe deep breaths, trying to take in as much of his scent as possible.

His thrusts began to lengthen at first before he slowed again and focused on getting deeper and deeper. Eventually I began to gag again, but he didn't let up this time and instead moved his hand from the base of his dick to my crown, pulling my head further into him as he kept making his thrusts deeper and I just sat there and took it.

I noticed that I began pulling him deeper too, and I was moaning more and more. My mind was spinning again as my dick throbbed against the fabric and my new rocking motion began to sort of jack me off inside my pants. "That's it bro, stay calm and relax. Let me in so you can make me feel good again."

Before long he wasn't pulling out very much at all, but his pelvis was now bumping up against my nose again. "You got this bro. You're doing so good" he said as his thrusting became more rapid. He was full-on fucking my throat now and yet my gagging was less intense than last time.

After what seemed like just a minute I began to smell his sweat again. I opened my eyes to confirm and saw his short pubes leading to a trail that led up to something that drove me crazy. His abs were flexing, but the way he moved it was like a belly dancer. His abs rippled upwards over and over again as he had his eyes closed and head tilted to the ceiling.

"Bro, you are so good at this" he said as he turned back and locked eyes with me.

As he did, his grip tightened and he began thrusting a bit deeper, eyes still locked except when I flinched due to him bumping into my face. My hands just dropped as he outpaced my own movements, and I grabbed my cock which sent an immediate shock throughout my body. I came, and I came hard. This time I felt it and knew what had happened, and it made me whimper and moan just a little.

"Yeah" was all he said as he backed up and unleashed what had to be at least a dozen shots of cum in my mouth. This time I swallowed after almost every shot until he slowed to just dribble his cum on my tongue. "You earned this bro" he said and then he slowly pushed his now slightly softer dick back to my throat, pushing what was left back as far as he could. The gag sensation made me immediately swallow it down.

He stayed there for just a sec until he grew soft enough that my gagging stopped completely. He said a brief "thank you" before he pulled out and crouched down, grabbing the place on my thigh where my erection had been, the fabric almost making an audible sound as the wetness hit the skin on my thigh. He was now lower than my face as he looked up and said "yeah, I knew you liked this. Now let's get you cleaned up.

He guided me to the bathroom and gave me a towel to dry off and get cleaned up. He brought me a pair of his baggier PJs and once I was dressed our banter returned to normal.

We had a great rest of the night, and neither of us spoke about what we'd done the rest of the time aside from him saying thanks to me again once or twice and telling me how much he enjoyed hanging out with me.

In the morning I went back home taking his pair of PJs with me and forgetting my PJs in his bathroom floor.