Brian & Blake (m/m duh)

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  1. Duke610

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    Brian Wagner and Blake Wallace were such a completely perfect example of the townie-versus-richie stereotype that it’s a wonder they ever even spoke to each other . . . to say nothing of what all actually went on between them.

    Brian was a big, moosey guy – already a man among boys in his senior year of high school. One of the oldest kids in his class, he had just turned 19 at the beginning of senior year. Beefy, with wolfish gray-blue eyes and a perpetual five-o’clock shadow, he was covered with thick, curly black hair. The only child of a resolutely blue-collar household, his sex education began as far back as he could remember, listening to the sounds of his parents’ fucking echo through their tiny house late at night. Just once he had tiptoed down the hall and peeked in their bedroom door to watch his father and mother. For nearly ten minutes he stared transfixed at the carnal, animal rutting as they licked and sucked and fucked each other in every conceivable place and way. As the years went on, it wasn’t enough that he had to listen to the noises, he also heard their words as they described what they wanted to do . . and were doing . .. to each other. Not socially adroit, a mediocre student, no close friends, and no serious interests other than the baseball team. And, at 19, still a virgin.

    Blake couldn’t possibly have been more different. The same height, but less porky, and blonde. Raised not in wealth, but certainly upper middle class, he had never seen either of his parents naked, much less had any exposure to their sex life. His sex life was, on the other hand, quite robust. Thanks to the miracles of the internet, cyberporn gave way to chat rooms, which gave way to Craigslist, adam4adam and a host of other hookup sites. Just turned 18, he was anything but a virgin.

    The only thing they had in common was their raging, out of control libidos. Getting off five times a day was only a baseline for either of them. Once in junior high school, his already bulky frame squeezed into a chair in the back of the room with an old school tilting desk top, Brian had gotten off 10 times during one school day – his classmates looking on in awe as he squirted time after time onto a washcloth he’d stretched inside his desk. The gregarious and popular Blake had let it slip to a friend how often he jacked off and word spread like wildfire through the school He just laughed it off and didn’t care, while Brian viewed the incessant, clawing desire between his legs with a mixture of confusion and shame.

    Fate brought them together one day in the locker room. Seniors playing on all the varsity teams converged all at once, and the rolling cart full of towels was late. Picture 200 young men, fresh out of the shower, jostling to get the towels once they finally arrived. Blake was standing directly behind Brian, marveling at the carpet of curly hair all over his back. Suddenly, some oaf behind him bumped into him, pushing him forward unexpectedly. With no way to stop himself, Blake was propelled forward fully against Brian’s hairy back. Worse, his penis was pressed directly in the cleft between Brian’s furry ass cheeks. Horrified, Blake waited for Brian to whirl around and punch him. But, instead, with the tiniest, most millimetric motion, unnoticeable by anyone but the two of them, Brian pushed back against him. And then glanced over his shoulder to see who was pressed against him, gave Blake an enigmatic glance that said nothing, and walked away with his towel.

    As they went on with their respective days, their minds whirled. He’d never pay any attention to me, thought Blake. God, he’s so big and hairy and humpy, and so much older. I’d give anything to be with him. But I don’t see it happening. Snotty rich kid, thought Brian, but God he’s so beautiful and blonde. I’d give anything to be with him. But I don’t see it happening.

    The next semester, fate intervened once again when they were in a chemistry lab class together and got assigned as lab partners because their names were so alphabetically close. Everything about them – their clothes, their haircuts, even their accents, seemed to mitigate against them finding anything in common, much less getting along. But as the weeks went along, it turned out that each had particular skills towards the course that the other lacked, and they came to rely on each other to get through a tough course with a good grade.

    Late one afternoon, after hours spent cramming for the final, they walked home. Neither of their houses were far, but Blake’s was one neighborhood away from Brian’s – figuratively and literally on the other side of the tracks. A fall thunderstorm came upon them suddenly and they dashed through the pelting rain, swerving in to Brian’s house gasping for breath, soaked to the skin. “This shit’s gonna go on for hours,” growled Brian, “and we’re both soaked to the skin. Let’s throw our clothes in the drier and get some studying done.”

    And so they did, Brian in his jockey shorts and Blake in his boxers. After half an hour or so, Brian came up with the solution to a particularly difficult problem and Blake punched him on the arm. Brian punched him back, and in seconds they were on the floor wrestling with each other. Brian had a bit of a height and weight and strength advantage, but Blake had been on the wrestling team in junior year so neither was giving any ground to the other. They slipped and slided and contorted on the living room floor, each trying to gain advantage over the other.

    Blake, wrestling for a flip-over move, reached between Brian’s hairy legs. Grasping blindly, desperately, he caught Brian’s jockey shorts in the narrow patch deep between his legs and pulled. Brian’s big, thick, red, swollen erection popped out and jutted up into the air between them. “I’m sorry…oh my god… I mean…it doesn’t…oh fuck…” gasped Brian. “It’s okay, I’m exactly the same way,” said Blake, as he pulled his cock out of his boxers. Brian was big, but Blake was truly enormous – easily 9” long, and throbbing violently from their exertions.

    Blake eased his boxers off over his massive erection and then pulled down Brian’s jockey shorts. “Look at us,” he whispered, “we’re both huge.” Brian stared transfixed at Blake’s engorged phallus. “Yeah, but you’re so much bigger!” “It doesn’t matter,” Blake said, “we’re both big, and we’re both here, and that’s all that matters.”

    Silently, he stood up, reached down, and pulled Brian to his feet. Their big erections swaying in the air between them, bumping against each other, he walked Brian backward into his bedroom and pushed him against his bed. Brian fell down on is back, his big cock lying throbbing in the carpet of fur on his belly.

    Blake got on his knees above Brian, his big sex organ swaying back and forth in the air between them. He reached down and clasped Brian’s cock with one hand and balls with the other – both so swollen and ready! – and in seconds Brian arched his back and let out a cry as six small, fast jets of semen squirted out of him, coating the fur on his belly and chest. Goddamn, Blake thought, he was crazy for it, just needed to have it happen.

    And then, Blake fed his enormous swollen penis – the entire red, rigid 9” of it – deeply into Brian’s waiting mouth. He was so horny, and the moment was so erotic, that it was literally seconds before he was groaning and shouting as he poured out rope after rope of his semen into Brian’s mouth, literally overflowing as it dripped down his cheeks and chin and spilled onto the bed.

    Blake collapsed back onto the bed and they both dissolved in helpless laughter. “Is that what they mean by chemistry?” asked Brian. “Uh, I think so. Let’s try again in 20 minutes or so to make sure,” replied Blake.

    And so, they did.
     
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    Where was my Brian or Blake in High School?

    Carry on..
     
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    The physical inspiration for Brian is a real guy. I was in the middle of the scrum of guys waiting for towels when I got pushed forward against his hairy back with my cock lodged in his ass crack. The only difference is he didn't push back *sob*. Erm the other difference was it was just a skosh earlier than high school.
     
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    Let's hope he is jerking off to this story as we speak.
     
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