The Test Drive
You know all about best laid plans? How they never quite follow through? Like, you're hoping for one thing and get another? Well that kinda happened. Sorry to be dramatic. And James has these ideals about how he thinks things should work. That because he has a theory about something, it naturally should just work out that way. Yeah, right. But just because it turns out differently, doesn't mean it's a bad thing.
We put up a profile on the site the name of which is totally familiar to you, right? Anyway, we did. We included a few words about us and a couple of nice shots of both of our cocks sword-fighting. That was fun. And I don't think either of us expected that...
We were sitting in my hotel room – I should just book one for the year – and we wrote some stuff about us: how tall, what colour, how long, blah blah. The usual shit that guys seem to need in order to decide if they want to fuck someone.
But we realized we needed some pictures, so we got naked and James sucked me off until I was good and hard, and we tried to take some pictures of both our cocks. Because that's what guys want to see, right? Or an asshole or two. But it's really about the cocks. Getting us hard was one thing, but keeping us focused was quite another. We were standing, cock to cock, as it were, and I was holding the phone over our dicks, and James started licking my neck and his hands slid around to the crack of my ass and stroked a few times – he knows that drives me nuts – and then massaged my asshole until I could hardly hold the phone.
“Listen...how am I supposed to...”
But my mouth was suddenly full of his tongue and we traded spit for a while, rubbing our cocks against each other. But then James pulled back and said, “Take the picture now.”
I looked down at our cocks which were leaning against each other, getting really gooey and I could see he was right. I got a few shots up close which looked...fucking hot. We both were getting off on it. He knelt down and tasted mine, tonguing the end and lapping at the cleft. He looked up at me and said, “Take one of me sucking you...just for us.”
I started to get what he was doing and I liked it. James is a total innovator when it comes to sex. How cool is that to have in a boyfriend? I got a few shots from above with my cock halfway into his mouth, then a few more after I slid all the way in to his face. He kept going and grabbed the base and started to really work on the end, bobbing his head. I got a shot of that with his own cock in the background with a long stream of precum dripping from it. Fucking hell, this was making me crazy.
He got up and we kissed and I managed to get a shot of us from above, trading spit, his tongue going into my open mouth. We looked at that one for ages afterward. He turned around and said, “Get down there and get me wet and I'll get some shots.”
I knelt down and pulled his cheeks apart, driving my tongue in just the way he likes it. I could tell he was getting shots of this but I also realized he was somehow filming it even though it was happening behind him: such a talented guy. I noticed he stopped moving. “You're totally filming this, you dirty boy.”
“It will get us through the winter.”
I couldn't argue. I mashed my face into his crack and went a little nuts with my tongue, and he started to squirm in a way I loved. I stood up and took the phone from him. “Now I get to fuck you...for posterity.”
I nestled my dick right between his cheeks and started. I carefully rotated my hips so my cock slowly pushed past his meaty ass and into the crack, pushing a little harder and I made sure this was slow, and steady. I watched myself gradually push in, my cock disappearing into him. I pulled back and did it again, even slower. And again, and I realized it wasn't just for our homemade porn, this was blowing my mind. I kept doing it, getting a little deeper every time and James started a low moan that rose every time I slid further. He pushed his ass backwards which helped, and when I finally bottomed out, my pubes all over his cheeks, I leaned in and bit his shoulder, and licked his neck. I said, “I don't care if we're filming this, we're are so doing this every time I fuck you.”
He chuckled and put his arms behind him so he could slide them on my ass. I filmed that, too. I adjusted my stance and spread my legs a little, still holding the phone just high enough to see his ass and my pubes, but low enough to really get a front-row seat of my cock sliding in his hole. I was so excited I could barely hold the phone up.
I fucked him faster and raised the phone up to get a good wide shot of my hips, the angle of my fucks, then slowed down and brought the camera really close so you could see how wet I was, how shiny my cock was with all the juice flowing.
I was so focused I was startled when I heard him say, “Get some of me jerking off.”
I moved the phone around and I saw what he meant. He was jacking really slow and gripping himself really hard. He scooped up some of his precum and brought it to his lips and he licked it off in the dirtiest – and hottest – way. I pulled his face to mine and I got a bit with us tracing tongues at that weird angle, his head turned to me.
But I had an idea for the main event. I was still fucking, but I took it up a notch and brought myself to the point of no return and I managed to pull out just as I bust and cum spurted out all over his cheeks, running down into his crack and I used my fingers – still on film – to massage it into his ass. I even managed to spread his cheeks and slide my cummy fingers into him. I knew he would like that on a cold winters day.
But our James wasn't finished. He turned around and pushed me down to my knees, and took the phone from me. I knew it was a moment of 'two can play at that game' so I opened my mouth and he stuffed his cock in, still jacking himself and I felt him cum hard, I mean really hard, right into the back of my throat, and I coughed but managed to swallow. I looked up and he had filmed the whole thing.
So our little 'let's put up a profile' turned into a multi-media fuck, which was really cool. I mean, really cool. Later we would jack off to it when we were bored. A little narcissistic, I suppose, but who cares. It was way fun.
But we managed to get a profile up and, with a little editing, a few stills of us – anonymously – in the various stages of fucking and swallowing. Who knew it would be this fun? If we do say so ourselves, our profile was awesome.
Once it was done, we looked at each other and made it go live. That was a trip. I suddenly worried that my mother would see it or one of my profs in Toronto. James pointed out that would only be possible if they recognized my cock, which was highly unlikely. True enough.
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After a few days, a bunch of people sent us messages with varying degrees of sincerity. Some just wanted to send jerk-off material and obviously didn't actually want to meet. Some sent us strange messages about wanting us to perform live, or come to their sex party or whatever. No way. Too creepy.
But a few seemed legit and/or sincere. They actually formed sentences and said interesting things. There was this one dude named Julian who we both thought was really sexy and he seemed bright and interesting. He had a nice picture of his dick which was impressive. He wasn't some gym-deformed hunk, just a nicely toned guy which a nice piece of equipment. What more do we need?
We met him for a drink the following Friday night after I got back into town. And I was impressed. He was taller than I expected and his voice was nice and deep and I could totally imagine him saying really dirty things to us. He was easy to talk to and things went so well that when he got up to go the the washroom, James said, “We are totally asking him to come to your hotel. I mean now.”
I laughed at his excitement. I liked seeing him that way. He seemed younger and more vulnerable and what that actually means is the youth and vulnerability that are always there come shining through at moments like these.
When he sat down, I went straight to the point. “Hey Julian, if you're not doing anything...we would be really stoked if you came to my hotel room...like, now?”
Julian gave me a big grin. “I was hoping you would ask me, actually.”
That was that. We walked back to my hotel but as we walked I started having the distinct feeling he was more into me than he was James. That could be a problem. But I put it down to nerves or hormones or both and we kept going. But Julian kept brushing against me and at one point, waiting at a stoplight, he totally ran his hand up my ass a few times. Nice, don't get me wrong, but I was hoping he was saving some things for James.
We got into my room and he turned to me right away and started pulling my shirt off. I went with it, and slid out of my pants and undid his. James came up behind me and pulled my underwear down. I could tell where he was going with this so I moved back so James get between us and, after he yanked Julian's brief down he had two cocks to play with. I looked down at him and suddenly wished I was filming this.
Julian pulled my face to his and we made out, our tongues playing hockey, exploring each other's dental work and getting really wet. James was jacking us and sucking us alternately and I put my hand on his head, pushing him down on Julian's dick, choking him a little, but I knew that was all part of the fun for James.
After a few minutes of James' attention on our cocks, Julian pushed me back to the bed saying, “I totally want to fuck you. Is that cool?”
Was that cool? What did he expect me to say? I laughed and said, “That's cool. Go for it.”
James produced some lube and poured it on Justin's cock, but Justin didn't seem all that interested in him and he turned back to me without really noticing the sex connoisseur in our midst – James - and he proceeded to flip me over so I was on my belly and climb on top of me, rubbing his dick along the crack of my ass. He fucked me for a while, growling some dirty stuff in my ear and I could see James out of the corner of my eye, watching us.
After a few minutes of deep fucking – I will say Julian was good at that – I said, “Let's switch it up. Why don't you fuck James for a while and I'll check out your ass. But Julian just said, “Nah. I'm good. I'll just fuck you, kay?”
Now I was getting pissed and I could see steam rising from James head. This was not going to end well. I pushed Julian off me and he slid out of my ass. He lay there, his big dick all wet and suckable, but I was having none of it. “Come on, Julian. Go for it. James' ass is world famous.”
He looked at James for a second but I could just tell by the look on his face. He was only here for me. “What gives, dude? I want to fuck you, what's the big deal?” What a shitty thing to do. At what fucking point had he decided this was just a hookup with me? I got up and reached for my underwear. I was all business. “Well Julian. It was great to hang with you, but I've got stuff to do.”
He gaped at me as if I had just insulted him. “What the fuck, dude.”
Now I was fucking annoyed. “What the fuck, dude? There's two of us and you seem to have decided there's only one. So clearly there has been some kind of misunderstanding. So why don't you put on your pants like a good boy and get the fuck out of here.”
I turned away and pretended to be looking at something fascinating on my phone. James, I could tell, was speechless. Now that's saying something. James is never speechless. But our Julian saw that I was serious. He swore under his breath and collected his clothes and put them on as far away from us as possible. He slammed the door behind him.
I went over to James and said, “Man...I'm so sorry he was such a dick. You must be pissed.”
James stared into my eyes in a Sam kind of way for a second, but them he pushed me back until I fell on the bed. He was still naked, remember? He sat on my cock and ground his ass into it and my cock was suddenly trying to bust through the fabric and into him. He sat up and hauled my briefs down and sat back down on me. He was just staring at me still. Finally, his voice a little unsteady, he said, “Owen, that was amazing. Thanks. I don't think any guy has ever stood up for me like that before. And I love you for it.”
I could tell he was serious because there were tears in his eyes and he never has tears in his eyes. I have never seen it. Not once. Until that moment. There was some fundamental shift – way under the surface – between us. I could totally feel it. And I think he could, too. My dick was nestled in the space between his balls and his asshole and he was still gently massaging me in there, but then he lifted off me, reached down and tucked the head of my dick at his hole and sat down on it and I realized he had lubed himself up before – I guess when he was watching that fuck-head and I – so I slid right in, all smooth and tingly. James has an ass and a technique like no other. How lucky am I?
He looked down at me and a little smile showed up on his face, a little smile that I don't think I had ever seen before. Like someone who had been trying to learn a new language and after not getting it for ages suddenly the words just make sense. He leaned down and licked my chin and bit my neck a few times, and I wanted him to be a fucking vampire and feed on me. Holy shit he made me hot!
I gripped his hips and started to thrust up into him, and not very gently. I gave a little grunt every time my hips fucked upwards and I watched James start to jack himself at the same rate. His eyes were closed like he was meditating on life. He gradually started to lift his hips every time I brought mine down and then we met in the middle, our bodies slapping together. He opened his eyes and said, “And if that fuck-head had stayed, I would be sucking him off right now. I would have my face full of his cock. And that loser would have cum the fuck into me and I would have taken it.”
His expression was unfamiliar like it was righteous anger and I fucking love it. “Yeah and that jerk of an idiot could have slid his cock into you with mine and we could have shared your asshole and stretched you into next week.”
I don't know where that came from, but I fucking loved it – and so did he. He looked at me, his eyes bright. “And if he wasn't such a pathetic loser, you and he could have crammed those cocks into my mouth and filled my face with cum so much that it dripped off my chin like fucking ice cream.”
We were both laughed now and it's hard to fuck when you're laughing, isn't it? But at the same time I was going a little crazy, but I liked it. I loved it, and fucking loved him. So I managed to say,“You are the most fucking sexy fucker and I love you.”
He grinned. James never grins, but he did. “Go back to the part where you and he stuffed your cocks in my ass...I want more of that.”
I thought a moment, giving him a good fuck or two, and I realized it was getting me off as much as he was because I said, “And when he jizzed, it would run all over my cock while I fucked you, and drizzle out...and I would make him get down there and put his little face in your ass and clean it up. Then I would totally fuck his face and choke him with my cum until he begged for fucking mercy.”
Now we were talking. James started to slap his ass down onto me, impaling himself on my cock and I fucked up into him just as hard.
He took a breath, like he was preparing an oration to the god-damned parliament and said, “And when he had swallowed all that cum of yours, I would flip him over and spread his ass and go for the win, Owen. I would fuck him until he begged for me to stop and I wouldn't. He would be mine, and even more mine when I would pull out and cum all over his self-righteous fucking face.”
I like this James, this angry, take-no-prisoners James. That Julian prick was lucky he left when he did. But I needed to change this up since my hips were getting tired. I put my hands on James' beautiful ass and held him down on me at the same time as flipping us over so he was on his back, still attached to me, and now I could look down at him. I gave him my best smile and started to fuck again.
At this angle I could really go, and I started to chant and James joined in, “Fuck Julian, fuck Julian,” and then we were both laughing and then laughing into each other's mouths when I leaned down and gave him my mouth, and we laughed as our tongues got into the action, and I pulled back and his smile was Mark and Sam wattage, really open and young and that seemed to make my cock plug into a nuclear reactor or something because a whole bunch of amazing waves went through it and into my legs and my ass, but still I didn't cum, I just started to fuck him harder.
We had reached a rate of fuck that was kind Olympic and I could see sweat starting to run down James' face. I licked up what I could reach and he gasped at me, “Spit in my mouth, Owen. Just do it.”
More flames in my balls and I gave him a good one directly into his mouth then mashed my lips onto his. My back was getting sore at this angle, but I didn't fucking care. I just fucked harder and I looked down under me and watched my cock, pile-driving into his ass. His hand was gripping his dick, and every few times I thrust, he stroked himself. The end of his cock had this big glob of precum on it and I wished I could lick it off.
I looked back at him and then I shut my eyes for moment, collecting myself since I could tell that at this pace something was going to happen soon. I opened them again and gave James a big, sweaty smile. He grinned back and said, “When you cum, I want it all over my cock. Just hose me down.”
James may dispute this, but when he's hot and horny, he stops being the intellectual and become the dirty pig. I like both guys, but at that moment, the dirty pig was the one I was into. He laughed and knew what he wanted was about to happen. I fucked a few more times into his hot body, his hot fucking hole, and then I was there. I pulled back and started to jerk off with the head of my cock touched his shaft, which felt amazing in a way I hadn't even thought.
It took me a second or two, and then I blew, long streams of cum sluicing out of me and onto his cock. He had taken his hand away and my cum just covered his fucking pole, dripping onto his belly. When the last spurt drained out of me he whispered in my ear, “Now fucking suck me off, Owen. I want to finish in your mouth.”
Even though I had just cum, I suddenly felt like I could climb the hill again and I gave him a wet kiss, and then leaned down and took his fizz-covered dick on my tongue and slurped him in. I don't taste myself very often, but in that moment it was the best thing. He must have known he was right on the edge, because as soon as he was deep in my mouth, the head of his cock at my throat, I felt him start to cum, almost choking me, but this was James, so he held me down, forcing me to take it all.
I managed to swallow, then pulled my head back and lay it down on his stomach. I could smell his body, feel his heat, his sweat and something animal and wild. He was breathing heavily, rocking my head gently. I swallowed the last of his cum and moved up so our heads were beside each other. He reached for my face with his hand and traced a soft line from my temple to my jaw with his fingers as if he had never seen my face before. And despite what we had just done, he was still the new James, all tender and curious.
He closed his eyes and tucked his nose into my neck and I could feel him breathing. “You smell like cum...I mean in a good way.”
I was too tired to laugh, but I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his hair a few times. He smelled amazing: like James. Finally I said, “Justin is a shithead. But we totally recovered. I mean, five-star recovered, right?”
I could feel him smiling into my neck. “Yes, we recovered.” The day-to-day James was coming back into the room, because he stopped saying 'yeah' and returned to 'yes'. Like I say, I love both version of him. Then he said, “But we'll do that again, won't we? I mean, not all men are like he is.”
“They sure a hell better not be.”
“They're not, Owen. And next time, it's my turn to take the lead.”
I thought about that for a moment. “Do we need to do something different?”
“Perhaps. I think it needs to be obvious the guy is into both of us. And maybe we need to spend a little time together before anyone take their clothes off. Like just being together, getting a sense of what we're into and what everyone wants. If we had hung out on the bed for a while with Julian, maybe we would have seen this coming. Or he might have got into both of us. Who knows? But I think it would be more exciting anyway if we did that.”
Such a wise man, my James. I had to agree. I kissed his forehead. “That sounds good. I know you've done this before, but you've never done it as part of a couple, right?”
“That's true.”
We didn't have to say that it was new for me. I had always fantasized about threesomes...the one with my brother not-fucking-withstanding. I was still processing that one. And Jame doesn't know about it yet, so don't tell him. I suddenly remembered sucking Mark off with Sam...that was a trip. And deeper in some secret place in me, I wanted to be there again, on Mark's cock, with my brother. But I felt that was never going to happen. Was it?
I turned to James, changing the channel really fast. There was a light sheen of sweat on James' temples and I licked it off. We settled into the bed and each other.
I got up early the next morning to catch my train. I was getting sick of this fucked-up commuting and even though I had to do it, it sucked. I was close to finishing my MA, but he still had ways to go with his degree and then we would have to figure out what the hell we were doing, and where. But that was a little ways off. I looked down at him sleeping. His mouth was open and he was drooling a little. How sweet is that? I leaned down and kissed his cheek, licking up a bit of his drool. I left him in the room, in the quiet, and made my way out into the world feeling pretty good.
