Broen Wrist Blues

Chris let go of his stiff cock and leaned over the bed to grab his backpack off the floor. He knelt beside Olly and reached for the zipper, but noticed a thick streak of cum still on his hand. He licked it off like salty ice cream.

"Was that my cum?" Olly asked.

Chris shrugged, "Yeah, seemed like the easiest way to clean up. You've got some on your chin."

Olly stuck out his tongue to gather the drops, but they were too far for his tongue to reach. He raised a hand to wipe it, but stopped when he realized he wouldn't be able to do it with the cast. "I might need some help."

Chris didn't hesitate. He leaned over his naked friend's body and wrapped his lips around Olly's chin, sucking the cum off in one slurp.

"Fuck, man," Olly said, "I meant like with a towel or something." He was shocked, but undeniably turned on, feeling a tingle on his chin left behind by Chris's lips.

Chris shrugged, "It tastes good." He casually unzipped his bag and started digging around inside.

Olly let his eyes roam Chris's naked body. His cock was hidden behind the backpack that sat between them, but his bare chest and arms flexed as he rummaged through the bag. What Chris said echoed in his ears and Olly glanced down at his own naked body. His still-hard dick lay in a pool of cum on his stomach that was starting to leak towards his side.

"I've got a bit more here," said Olly quietly, "If you're hungry."

Chris followed his eyes and licked his lips. He grasped something inside the bag and pulled it out as he returned the backpack to the floor.

He hid the object behind his back as he stepped one knee between Olly's legs and then the other to gently knock Olly's legs apart. He placed his free hand on the bed to support himself as he leaned down to lick his friend's sticky stomach clean.

Every swipe of Chris's tongue sent a shiver and a throb through Olly's body. The swipes came closer and closer to his dick as Chris tidied him up.

The last lick slid across the sensitive head of Olly's cock and then he watched Chris close his lips and swallow.

Chris rested his chin on Olly's belly, his chest pressed against Olly's dick.

"Ready for round two?" Chris asked.

"I don't think you've finished round one yet."

"Oh don't worry about me. You're the one who needs all the help."

"So what's round two?"

Chris smiled. "How'd that finger in your ass feel?"

Olly blushed, "It was interesting."

Chis brought his right hand out from hiding and revealed the bright blue dildo he'd taken from his backpack. "Then you should find this extra interesting."

He wasn't sure what to say, but something throbbed inside Olly again and he felt his hips press his dick against Chris's chest, and his legs spread a little wider. He bit his lip again and nodded.

Chris sat up and reached for the lube, coating the blue cock in it.

Olly was hypnotized as his naked best friend slipped the dildo between his legs, pushing his thighs a little wider and lifting his balls to reach his most private area. As the dildo rubbed against Olly's tender hole he watched Chris unconsciously stroke himself with the excess lube. Looking down past his own leaking erection, Chris's looked like the perfect dick, like the one they would draw for the medical textbooks. It was so distracting he barely noticed his hole had relaxed and the first inch of the dildo was inside him. Suddenly the fullness of it brought his attention back, but even as he clenched down a bit unconsciously the dildo slipped in further, aided by the slippery lube.

Another inch in and a different sensation was catching Olly's attention and he grunted in discomfort.

Chris looked up from what he was doing in concern, "Is it ok?"

"It's... a bit cold."

"Oh! Shit, sorry."

Chris slipped the dildo out and Olly felt a little empty. Something throbbing inside him was growing, like a hunger, and the tip of the dildo had only teased it.

"I should have warmed it up a bit in some water. I can throw it in the sink for a minute, just hold on-"

"No!" Olly's voice betrayed a bit of desperation as Chris was about to turn away. His friend met his eyes and Olly glanced down at the dildo in Chris's hand and then to his friend's lubed cock.

"What if you just," Olly started, glancing back up at Chris and trying not to blush. "I mean, it's the same idea, right? You're just helping me out in another way. And this way, you could get off too right?"

"What do you mean?"

"I, well," Olly stammered. He thought Chris was on the same page, and didn't realize he'd have to say out loud what he thought they were both already thinking. "You don't have to use the dildo, I mean."

Chris raised his eyebrow and stayed quiet.

"You're going to make me say it?" Olly's voice was quiet, his heart pounding.

"I think it would be hot to hear you say it." Chris smirked, and his hand casually stroked his hard, lubed cock.

"You could use that if you want to."

"Use...? What exactly?"

Olly shot him a death glare. Chris knew exactly what he was hinting at, but his friend never missed an opportunity to play the charming, dumb jock. It was his best and worst quality.

"Fuck," Olly muttered. "You're cock, ok? You could just use your dick to fuck my ass, alright? The dildo felt amazing but I want to feel your cock." And then he added even quieter, "and I think I want to know what it's like if you cum inside me."

Chris smiled and threw the dildo on the floor. He pushed Olly's legs back against his chest, revealing his friend's pink hole. He reached over and got another quick squirt of lube on his fingers and coated the head of his steel-hard erection, and then slipped his finger back inside.

Olly gasped and moaned at once and was so thankful they were home alone because he felt the last of his inhibitions drain out as Chris slipped his finger deeper than anything had gone before. It hit the source of his throbbing hunger and Olly's eyes bulged and he felt sweat form on his skin as something desperate and animalistic woke up. There was pleasure, and then there was having your friend stroke your prostate pleasure.

"Oh fuck!" Olly shouted. "What the fuck was that?"

"That was just the start. Ready?"

"Fuck, yes, do that again."

"Do what again?"

Chris was playing with him in multiple ways. Olly locked eyes with his hot naked friend and stared him down as he replied, "I want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until we both cum, and then I want you to fuck me again. Now fuck--"

In one slick motion Chris replaced his finger with the first two inches of his cock.

As the head and shaft entered him, Olly tossed his head back against his pillow and felt the blood rushing through his body. Then Chris's tongue was against his neck and his eyes rolled back in ecstacy.

Chris's shaved pubes pressed up against Olly's cheeks as he bottomed out. He could feel Olly's heartbeat pounding through the hot skin of his neck as he tongued Olly's throat. He pulled his head back and their eyes met again in a frozen moment. They were more connected than either had thought was possible.

And then Chris slipped back and thrust forward, pressing his cock deep inside, and mashing their lips together in a desperate kiss.

The world was gone. They were entirely alone together.

Olly felt Chris's shaft throb and grow inside him as he sped up, pounding deeper inside him.

Chris was consumed by the feelings of Olly's tight hold around his dick, the taste of Olly's cum still on his tongue as it explored the inside of Olly's mouth, and the memory of Olly's load erupting over his hand. He was entirely absorbed by his best friend's body as sweat and hot breath filled the air between them.

For Olly, the weight of his best friend above him, the flexing muscles of Chris's tight abs stroking his cock, the full and forceful thrusts of Chris's hard cock deep inside him, were adding up to too much. Every stroke against his prostate, and every brush of Chris's tongue against his lips, pushed him closer to the edge of another orgasm.

Olly moaned and his lips left Chris's as he threw his head back again in euphoria and shouted, "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"I'm close!" Chris said, thrusting harder, the sound of skin slapping skin getting faster and faster. Olly's dick twitched against his abs and he looked down to see thick white streaks crossing Olly's smooth stomach and that was all it took. As Olly's dick pulsed, he checked one last time, "Can I cum inside you?"

"Fuck, yes!"

It was an explosion between them. Chris gripped Olly's shoulders as Olly wrapped his legs around Chris's back. Deep inside his friend, Chris's shaft twitched and pulsed as it shot again and again, filling Olly's insides with his warm load.

They shuddered and held each other.

The sweaty skin of their chests rose and fell against one another as the rapturous orgasms coursed through their bodies, from curled toes to clenched jaws.

The last spurts of cum dripped out of Olly's twitching dick, connecting their abs in another sticky mess.

Chris's face was buried in Olly's shoulder, breathing deep the scent of his friend.

Olly saw stars in the dark ceiling as he bathed in the feeling of Chris's heavy body laying on top of him.

Slowly they felt their cocks deflate, and Chris slipped out of Olly's hole trailing warm cum.

Their legs stretched out, but they stayed wrapped in each other's bodies, still panting as the sweat started to cool on their skin.

"Holy fuck," Olly muttered, "That was so much better than the dildo."