Author: Sailbad
Title: What is Frot 
Part: 1 of 1
Summary: Augie is a very horny teenager whose sexual desperation leads 
him to a tremendous discovery during a visit to a porn theater. He has 
a dick-to-dick encounter with a stranger and it makes him want more. 
Keywords: mM, 1st 


What is Frot 
by Sailbad@storiesonline.org

Augie was a loner and very shy around girls, yet he was obsessed with 
them.  He had an over-active sex drive that kept him in an almost 
constant state of curiosity about sex.  Despite his yearning, it was 
never enough to counter his timidity around the opposite sex.  He was 
beginning to give up hope of ever exercising his hormones on another 
person.  He relinquished himself to a life of jacking off with a steady 
dose of porn to feed it.

Tonight was a night Augie had been planning for months.  He was only 
sixteen but he had just gotten hold of a fake ID, a real good one.  
With it, he knew for sure he could now enter that triple X theater 
downtown.  He had it all planned.  A clever ruse to his parents and a 
borrowed car to get downtown would get him what he wanted.  Nothing 
could take this away from him.  This expedition would finally answer 
all of his curious longings and supply him with months’ worth of 
material to whack-off to.

He parked two blocks away and walked to the theater, fearing every 
second that someone driving by would recognize him.  He darted in to 
the lobby, bought his ticket and made his way to the theater.  He 
trembled with anticipation.  He stood within the entrance and waited 
for his eyes to adjust to the dark.  He was awestruck.  Up there on the 
screen two people were fucking.  Augie could not believe it.  Some 
chick was letting a guy actually fuck her - and in front of a camera.  
He thought he could never be that lucky.

Finally able to see, Augie found himself a seat isolated from any other 
patron.  He settled down with a raging hard-on and prepared for a 
couple of hours of sexual entertainment and the theater delivered.  
Augie sat through one sexual escapade after another watching every 
detail and trying to commit it all to memory.  Meanwhile, his dick was 
in a constant state of arousal.  So hard it felt like it would burst.  
Pre-cum was oozing out at a steady rate.

Augie gorged himself on the feast before his eyes and all the time 
staving off the need to tend to his aching boner.  He wanted to beat-
off right there but he could not do that in public.  He got hornier and 
hornier.  At one point he heard a wet squishy sound occurring with a 
very familiar cadence.  Some guy was jerking off in the dark.  Augie 
just could not do that.  Not out in the open.  Not even if everybody 
else in the place was doing it.

Finally it got to be too much for him to take.  He got up and went 
looking for the men’s room.  He could do it there.

Alone in the men’s room the rush of his overwhelming urge was driving 
him into a frenzy.  He needed relief from this sexual tension and soon.  
He paced the floor in turmoil.  He knew he could easily masturbate his 
horniness away but he wanted more.  Jerking off was good and Augie was 
a real master but all of those images on the screen had filled him with 
a need.  If only he could exchange with a girl.  Contact with another 
being, sharing gratification, letting a partner use his body.  This new 
urge made beating off again seem like such a hollow, futile pursuit.

Suddenly the door opened and in walked a tall dark figure.  Startled, 
they both froze in the middle of the floor and looked at each other.  
He was a big guy.  A foot taller than Augie with broad shoulders and 
thick arms.  He was dressed in a dark jacket and dirty jeans with long 
greasy hair and 2-days stubble.  He looked to Augie to be in his mid 
forties.

Something else was easily discernable.  Judging from the bulge in his 
pants he was in the same agitated state as Augie and, apparently, 
stepped in to the men’s room to get off just like Augie had.  Augie 
felt awkward and vulnerable.  He felt like he had just been caught with 
his pants down.  But this guy was not so innocent himself.  His motives 
seemed just as apparent.  Then, Augie noticed this guy was staring 
directly at his crotch.  No use denying it, Augie was hard as a rock 
and here for relief.  He smirked.  The guy gave a little chuckle and 
they both returned their gaze to the other’s pants.  There seemed to be 
a peculiar kind of connection between them, as if they just understood 
each other.  Then something very odd happened.  The man started to 
slowly stroke himself through his pants.  

‘Well, why not,’ thought Augie.  Augie started to rub himself like the 
other guy was.  That’s when he noticed a huge wet spot. It was right 
where his cockhead was.  Augie had been leaking his pre-cum so long 
that it had soaked through his pants.  It was no use trying to hide it 
now.  This guy seemed to have a kind understanding of Augie’s mood.  He 
reasoned that since he was exposed, he might as well see where this 
would take him.  Besides, it kind of made him feel hot to jerk off in 
front of somebody.  They stood like that for a couple of minutes, 
watching each other stroke.  Both getting hornier by the minute.  

Something had to happen.  The guy suddenly gave a quick glance over at 
the stall in the corner.  There was no need to say anything.  If this 
was going to carry on they needed some seclusion.  Augie hesitantly 
backed into the stall and his horny new friend followed.  Latching the 
door shut the big stranger turned again to Augie, watching his pants 
intently while now using both hands to rub his bulge.    

Alone together with these kind of urges, showing this kind of behavior, 
certain suggestions make themselves obvious.  Augie knew it.  This had 
to escalate into a physical exchange.  That was just what he needed.  
It was hard to define as anything more than an unstated mutual 
agreement.  They were going to get off together.  Without a script or 
plan it was thus presented and agreed upon by both men.

Augie backed against the wall and waited for his mate to make the first 
move; relinquishing himself as the passive.  The man squared himself in 
front of Augie and seized the role of aggressor.  Augie continued 
petting his own aching boner, pushing the sensitive head back and forth 
against his pre-cum wet spot and waiting to be made.  The man then 
unzipped his fly and reached into his pants.  With some amount of 
difficulty, he took hold of his chode and wrestled it out of the small 
opening.  

When Augie saw it he gave a gasp.  He had seen plenty of stiff pricks 
in that movie up stairs and he had been face-to-face with lots of other 
guy’s dorks in the locker room at school, but this was the first time 
he had ever seen another dude’s hard-on live and in person.  He was 
mesmerized by the sight.  This guy’s dick was huge, even though only 
part of it was showing through his open fly.  It was long and thick and 
covered with bulging veins.  It throbbed in a steady rhythm of the 
man’s heart beat, nodding slightly up and down.  

Augie knew from the hungry look in the man’s eyes and his imposing 
position within the tight space that the state of that erection was 
attributable to Augie himself.  This man was getting a boner over the 
thought of using Augie to get off with.  Augie was dizzy with lust at 
that notion, that somebody wanted his body.  

He didn’t know what was about to happen.  Whether they were just going 
to beat off together or if the guy really intended to fuck him.  Augie 
didn’t care.  He was so horny at that moment and so hungry for sexual 
contact with another person he was willing to engage in any homosexual 
act, regardless of the consequences to his life or future.  

His eyes were fixed on the cock in front of him.  That beautiful piece 
of man-flesh pointing at him, menacingly.  He saw a drop of pre-cum 
ooze from the cock’s tip, grow into a bead, and then trickle slowly 
over the front of the purple head.  He knew he was going to get some of 
that, but where?  

The man moved toward Augie, crowding him against the wall.  He put his 
fore arm against the wall over Augie’s head to brace himself.  He was 
so big and broad that Augie felt surrounded with his presence.  With 
his other hand, the man started to pet Augie’s stiff dick through his 
pants.  For the first time in his life, Augie felt the joy of sexual 
contact.  His mind was reeling, he was ready to blow his wad any second 
now.  

It was almost claustrophobic, the two men were standing in each other’s 
body heat in the tight space between them.  Augie felt like a prisoner 
of the man’s horny desire, to be used in whatever way this guy wanted.  
The man’s fingers were fumbling with Augie’s fly, looking for the 
zipper.  ‘This was it!’ Augie thought.  Something big was about to 
happen to him.  He found the tab and pulled it all the way down.  
Fingers crept into Augie’s open fly, fumbling within the tight fabric, 
searching and finding the opening to Augie’s shorts.  

Augie moved his hands away and reached for the man’s hips, welcoming 
his advances.  The man opened Augie’s fly and at last he felt another’s 
touch on his yearning boner.  The fingers probed him and gently 
positioned Augie’s straining cock, confined within his pants.  Augie 
loved the feeling.  It was tender but firm and, strangely, answered his 
need for intimate contact.  His nuts might have went off right then but 
it seemed his suitor was preparing Augie for something yet to happen.  

The finger released Augie’s pecker and then held open the fly, creating 
a passageway.  For what?  The man’s hips pressed forward and then Augie 
suddenly experienced the man’s intention.  Through his opened fly Augie 
felt his stall-mate’s dick slide in and cozy up along side his own 
cock.  

The sensation was splendiferous!  The feverishly warm and soft smooth 
skin of that magnificently sculpted organ had bulled its way into his 
pants and was now pressed against his flesh, and Augie experienced 
another man’s prick in the most delightful, intimate way imaginable.  
In addition to this wonderful touch, he was now engaged in full sexual 
contact.  Sharing his body with another person.  Getting fucked inside 
his own pants!  Partnered in sexual intercourse. 

It was an overload.  As soon as his cohort had pressed his hips flush 
to Augie’s and penetrated completely his open pants, Augie erupted in 
orgasm.  With a groan and spastic jerk of his hips Augie came at last.  
Shot after shot pent up from his blue-ball overload finally gushed from 
him, spilling down the sides of his cock and the cock of his companion.  
Augie thrilled with it as a tribute to his partner.  His knees went 
week but he clung to the man’s hips as he pumped his pelvis in an 
almost reflexive motion that comes with spewing a load.  Augie enjoyed 
his cum like none he had ever before had and it rewarded him with those 
oh-so-satisfying spasms lasting longer than his usual cums.

The man pressing him to the wall paused only briefly to feel Augie’s 
gift flowing over his entrenched dobber and to let Augie have his ride.  
It was only a moment, he had his own climax to chase.  He bent his 
knees in an open stance around Augie’s legs, giving himself room to 
move and then he began to fuck.  In long, slow thrusts he humped 
against Augie, sliding his throbbing dick in the now slippery, moist 
cavern provided by Augie’s pants.  

Augie was loving it.  It was erotic beyond anything he had seen or 
imagined.  He was providing carnal service to his ravager, his captor, 
the complete stranger that had him cornered and was using him.  To his 
utter astonishment, Augie’s cock was still fully erect.  His orgasm had 
not diminished his horny desire in the slightest and his happy pud was 
standing ready for yet more fun.  His mind was set, he felt sure to cum 
and cum again.  He wanted to fuck like this all night.  This was the 
antidote to his years of horny longing.

His cum was now all over the inside of his underwear, spread by his 
mate’s vigorous fucking and the soaked fabric clung to both cocks, 
holding them close together.  Augie’s sex partner was really enjoying 
their hook-up.  The stranger grunted savagely as he ground and rutted 
against his young partner. He slid an arm behind Augie’s back and 
pulled him close.  Augie reciprocated by holding on to his partner’s 
butt.  The fuck-mate was now twisting and gyrating his hips with every 
lunge, causing his dick to poke and slide all around Augie’s hard-on.  

Augie was feasting on every detail of his first fuck.  He felt every 
contour of that soft, knotty pole sliding against his waist and better 
yet his attention-starved shank.  That cock-kiss was a treat he could 
never give himself with his own hands.  

He was also really getting off on his submissive role in this.  The 
thought of providing his body for another’s pleasure was almost enough 
to make him shoot his wad again.  That opportunity was about to land.  
His lover was quickening his pace.  The bobbing ass Augie held in his 
hands was tensing up.  The stranger was being consumed by a natural 
urge that dictated his motions.  Augie recognized these signs.  He 
could tell his dick-pal was about to cum.  He held on tight and 
steadied himself to receive his buddy’s jism.  

The hulking stranger thrust in deep and held it.  He groaned.  Close to 
his waist, Augie felt the cockhead throb and then squirt.  Cum!  Augie 
made him cum.  He made that beautiful big cock toss its load.  The man 
grunted again and another warm stream shot into Augie’s pants.  He 
withdrew slightly and then hammered in again to deliver another spurt 
with a heavy grunt.  

Augie was beside himself with joy and lust.  He made his friend cum and 
he was feeling another guy getting off - up close and personal.  It was 
all too much, he wanted to join in on this and his dick was ready to 
deliver.  He launched into his own attack.  He clutched at the 
stranger’s butt and went into his frantic hump.  He ground his cock 
against his lover’s as all of that heavy spunk ran down and coated his 
rod.  He seized the guy tight and with one final squeeze he shot his 
second wad into their shared fuck-nest.  Their sperm mixed and slowly 
washed over both dicks, bathing them in soothing, warm post-fuck bliss. 

It was spectacular.  The finest cum load he ever spilt.  Augie felt a 
connection to his orgasm like he never had before.  This was an 
awakening.  He had got his rocks off and it wasn’t alone in the dark.  
He knew exactly how the other guy felt too, and this moment was a 
quietly shared extension of the need that brought them together.  And 
they both remained motionless, holding on to each other with hips tight 
together and their satiated dicks pressed in a snug wrap.  They both 
silently enjoyed it.  The big dark brute moved only once to shift his 
weight to the other foot.  Augie moved only to scratch his nose.   All 
else was quiet and still.

After their climax, men feel an awkward conflict of emotions, a kind of 
self-conscious awareness that makes them question their frantic 
behavior of just seconds before.  Augie was feeling this and he knew 
his fuck-buddy was feeling it too.  It was time to back down from their 
precarious position and address the world of the non-sex-crazed.  

Augie let go of the stranger’s ass.  The stranger withdrew his arm from 
behind Augie.  The man who had just dicked Augie to delirium pulled 
himself back.  Both men looked down to watch the marauding cock pull 
out inch by inch from Augie’s fly.  The prick was still hard and 
lightly bouncing up and down with his pulse.  It glistened from a 
coating of three cum loads and looked to Augie like a battle-worn hero. 

Augie’s new friend remained motionless, leaning over Augie, too weary 
to move.  Augie remained fixated on his cock.  He never thought a dick 
could be so beautiful.  He marveled at it and what incredible pleasure 
it had given him.  He watched as a last drop of cum build up on the 
head and then dripped off the tip.  What would happen now?

Well, certainly not any heartfelt entreaties or romantic promises.  The 
man simply backed away from Augie and started, with some difficulty, 
stuffing that conquered monster back in his pants.  He suddenly seemed 
embarrassed to be there.  He smiled weakly.  “Thanks.  That was great,” 
he hoarsely whispered, then unlatched the door and left.

‘I guess that’s that’ thought Augie.  He latched the door shut and sat 
down on the toilet and felt the creamy goo flow over his balls.  He 
wanted to give the guy some time to make his escape, to spare him the 
embarrassment of being seen leaving together.  Augie wondered who he 
himself was now.  He had been violated, despoiled, and abandoned.  He 
had fagged off with another guy!  Oddly, it all felt great.  It made 
him feel dirty and wanton.  He wouldn’t mind getting hosed like that 
some more.  

It was late.  Time to get home.  Augie bailed out of the theater and 
walked to his car.  With his cum-soaked pants, Augie drove directly 
home.  The movie scenes he saw were completely overshadowed by his 
first sexual encounter.  What did it mean?  It was too much to think 
about, but thoughts of the event itself was making him all horny again.  
When he got home to his room he jerked off two more times while rubbing 
against the shorts that guy had spewed in.  

…..

That entire week Augie thought about his adventure with that stranger 
in the Men’s room.  About rubbing their dicks together until they came 
on each other.  He thought about cocks too.  What they looked like, how 
they felt, and how exciting it was to watch them spurt, like in those 
movies.  He masturbated just to watch his cum shoot out and he imagined 
as he wanked-off that a partner was shooting off with him and gushing a 
thick load on his prick.  No doubt about it, regardless of what he was 
now, he was anxious to get some more of what he had last week.

He hatched a new plan.  

There was a gay bar over by the warehouse district.  The guys in the 
locker room used to razz each other by hurling accusations about it at 
one another.  Augie would borrow his parent’s car again and slip in 
there on Saturday night.  He planned on finding a guy for more of what 
he got in that men’s room.  Maybe, he might even find the same guy 
again.

When Saturday night finally came, he acquired the car, drove down town 
to the place almost feverish in anticipation.  He pulled in to the 
bar’s parking lot and waited for the coast to be clear before sneaking 
in to the entrance.  Inside, his heart was racing.  There were all 
kinds of guys in there and all for an obvious reason.  They were all 
engaged in lively conversations and took no notice of him.

“Hey,” boomed the loud voice of the bartender.  “How old are you.”

“I’m eighteen,” replied Augie defensively.

“Oh, yeah?  Well sorry, kid.  This is a twenty-one club.  You’ll have 
to leave,” the bartender asserted.  The guys standing around the bar, 
however, were giving him a once-over.

Damn!  He had not thought about that.  “Can I use the restroom,” he 
asked?  He wanted to just stall for time.

“OK.  But then you gotta go.”

Augie plodded in to the men’s room at the opposite end of the bar and 
tried to think of his next move.  He went to the broad urinal at the 
far wall, pulled out his dick and started to piss.  Right behind him 
came a guy who stood next to Augie at the urinal, pulled out his dick 
and started to go.  Augie knew right away this was no ordinary 
encounter.  The guy started crossing his stream with Augie’s in a 
deliberate manner.

“You have a beautiful penis,” the stranger remarked.

“Thanks.  You too,” replied Augie (what else would you say?).  This guy 
was coming on to him.  No one had ever hit on him before.  He felt 
flattered.

Still aiming his stream to cross Augie’s the man said, “It’s a shame it 
isn’t paint.  We could make a wonderful sunset together.”

That was a pick-up line!  All Augie had to do was take him up on it.  
Looking directly at him Augie said, “I like to paint.”  He was a fairly 
attractive guy in his mid-twenties, about the same size as Augie with 
the same build.

“My name is Paul.  You want to make a picture with me,” he asked?

“Uh, yeah.  I’m Augie.  They’re making me leave.  Can we meet outside.” 
Augie suggested?

It was agreed upon and Augie went out to the parking lot to wait for 
Paul.  When Paul joined him he asked, “So, what did you have in mind, 
Augie?”

Augie explained briefly what he did last weekend; how he and the dark 
stranger had humped their cocks together and how much he enjoyed it.  
“Oh, you like to frot,” said Paul.

“What is frot?” Augie inquired, glad to know the practice had a common 
name.

“Frottage.  Frotting.  Rubbing cocks together,” replied Paul with a 
laugh. 

“Yeah!  I want to do that,” Augie happily chirped.  “Now,” he added to 
make firm his interest!  

Paul then offered his place as a safe venue.  Augie eagerly accepted 
and followed Paul’s car to his apartment.  All the way his heart was 
pounding in his chest, his hands were trembling, he was so anxious to 
get a hump-off like last week’s.  Paul led him up to a one room 
apartment with a queen size bed.

“Can I fix you something to drink?” asked Paul once they were safely 
locked inside.  He obviously had an ordered way of starting these 
activities and he wanted to stick to etiquette.

Augie did not answer.  He tore into his clothes.  Kicking off his shoes 
and unbuttoning his shirt.

That was apparently OK with Paul.  He started undressing too, matching 
Augie’s ferocity.  Neither man took his eyes off the other.  They 
watched each other intently, hungrily plotting how they would enjoy 
this engagement.  Augie was first to get down to his shorts.  He tugged 
them down and stepped out.  His hard-on sprang free and pointed 
skyward.  Paul’s eyes widened at the sight of fresh, young boy-meat.  
Augie stayed fixed on the spot and anxiously waited for his first 
glimpse of a stiff cock to rub against.  Paul finished to reveal a 
modest rod almost identical to Augie’s.  For a brief moment they stood 
staring at each other’s nakedness.  Their erections pointing at each 
other, betraying their focused desire for each other and the blatant 
course of this encounter.  Two stiff cocks relaying the mutual desire 
to get off.  Sex was indeed about to happen.

Augie’s eyes were glued on Paul’s cock, he couldn’t wait to feel it 
against him or better yet spew forth all of its cum on him.  It bounced 
before him as Paul knelt on the bed and walked his way to the middle.

Augie did not wait to be invited.  He pounced on to the bed in front of 
Paul.  Knee to knee, Augie knelt upright before Paul and their dicks 
came together.  Augie reveled in the sensation; the feel of the warm 
soft flesh and the rigid rod within against his own was driving wild 
thoughts through his teenaged, sexually frustrated mind.  He cupped his 
hand around Paul’s shaft and considered what he held.  It was 
feverishly warm and the skin so smooth.  Beneath the loose skin of its 
surface the unyielding firmness throbbed in his grasp.  He wondered why 
the feeling of his own cock in his hand was not quite as exciting.  
Paul grasped Augie’s dick the same way; a thick glob of Augie’s pre-cum 
welled up on the tip and slowly drooled over the head of Paul’s cock.  
Augie was mesmerized by the sight.  He used Paul’s cock to smear the 
slick fluid over both heads.  Paul began to stroke Augie’s balls and 
for the first time Augie enjoyed another’s touch on his favorite toy.

He wanted it so much.  He gathered Paul’s hips in his hands and pulled 
his new partner toward him.  The dicks met and tangled, next their 
balls joined and meshed.  Augie pulled them together tight; pressed 
between the flatness of their abdomens.

“Easy, killer,” exclaimed Paul.  

Augie refused to be tamed.  He pushed his stiff prick against Paul’s 
and savored the sweet sensation of flesh against flesh.  He started 
humping Paul the second their cocks were pressed tight between them.  
Paul was still trying to wrap his arms around Augie to make this more 
of a love-making and not just a blind fuck.  Augie would not have it.  
He had been waiting all week to sample more cock kiss.  He thrust and 
bucked against Paul but their cocks would not stay together.  Augie’s 
young rod stayed resolutely pointing to his navel but Paul’s cock kept 
twisting to the side.  Just as Augie would get against it and start 
getting some good friction, the rascally organ would slide out and tip 
the opposite way.  Augie was getting frantic.  He wanted to grind 
against that thing so bad.

Paul finally just pulled away from Augie’s grasp and sat back on his 
haunches.  “Easy, baby.  We’re going to get it on, but you have to 
focus your energy.”  He reached over to the nightstand and slid open 
the drawer.  He brought something out that looked to Augie like a 
woman’s stocking.  “It’s time to show you my little invention.”  He 
held it forth and showed it to Augie. It was a knee-high support 
stocking.  The foot had been cut off and at the other end two 3-inch 
slits had been cut opposite each other to create two flaps.  In the 
middle of each flap was cut a 1-inch hole.

Paul laid back in the middle of the bed before Augie.  He inserted his 
cock through one of the flap-holes and then up into the leg.  He then 
pulled his balls through the hole so that the tube of leg would be held 
in place.  “OK,” said Paul. “Now you get in.”

Augie understood immediately.  This snug sleeve would hold their cocks 
together for a good, snug fuck.  He eagerly climbed atop Paul and 
straddled his legs.  He put his dick through the remaining flap-hole 
and then slipped it up the sleeve to nestle against Paul’s.  This was 
brilliant!  He pulled the hole over his nut sack and he was ready for 
some hot dicking.  He wasted no time either.  Supporting himself on his 
elbows, he leaned over Paul, stretched back his legs, and started 
humping.  

Paul quickly rolled the open end of the garment down over both their 
rods, like a turtle neck, so that only their cockheads poked out.  He 
smiled up at him, enfolded Augie in his arms and humped back against 
him in a counter-rhythm.  

Augie was in ecstasy.  This was even better than the fuck last week.  
He was free, no fear of being disturbed, his encounter could be kept 
secret, and he was enjoying what looked like to be a long satisfying 
evening of consensual sexual fulfillment.  His cock never felt so good.  
He was wild about more flesh coming into contact, their hips, stomachs 
and thighs.  The stocking was working perfectly.  Their dicks were held 
together firmly and the flaps were bringing their balls together for an 
even better sensation.  Already, both men were supplying a plentiful 
amount of pre-cum which made their cocks glide against each other in 
frictionless pleasure.  Augie’s dork slid against Paul’s along his most 
sensitive areas.  The clingy fabric of the stocking added the sensation 
of enclosure and its delicate, stretchy weave tugged and teased Augie’s 
cock-flesh in ways he had never dreamed.  The two grunted and moaned in 
appreciation whenever their thrusts and jabs produced exceptionally 
gratifying delight. 

It was getting to be too much for the younger, inexperienced Augie.  He 
was going to blow his nuts real soon.  Expertly, Paul sensed this.  He 
cupped his hands over Augie’s ass cheeks and held him tight against his 
counter-thrusts.  “’ you gonna squirt?  Do it, babe.  Show me your man-
juice.  Oh, yeah.  Sting me. ”

Augie did not need any coaching.  He had brought off hundreds of loads.  
He clenched hard and ground tight against his bud.   

Paul spread his legs wide from underneath Augie, brought his knees up 
and wrapped his legs around the back of Augie’s thighs; locking their 
hips together tight and capturing their enticed flesh into a knot.

Augie lost it.  He threw back his head and spewed his cream against his 
partner’s cock.  He twisted and strained as he pumped it out; white 
jets shooting exuberantly from the young pud.  Paul stayed with him, 
keeping his hips firmly against Augie’s and stuck to him like a cowboy 
on a bucking bull.  He whooped and cheered Augie’s victorious ‘gasm.  
They rolled together to one side and then the other in Augie’s 
uncontrollable frantic lunging.  To Augie it was an even better cum 
than last week.  Spurt after spurt after spurt, he tossed on Paul.  He 
did not want it to stop.  The thick goo shot over Paul’s cockhead to 
land on his stomach.  As they rolled in each other’s arms the slick, 
white spunk dribbled and smeared on both their bodies.  

As it subsided and his body came to rest, Augie surrendered himself to 
the joy he was feeling.  He brought his face to Paul’s and they kissed.  
Augie’s first.  It was tender and sweet.  ‘This was what sex should 
be.’ Augie thought.  ‘A horny couple having a happy fuck.’  It was a 
tender exchange, shared pleasure with a trusted new lover.  They dwelt 
on it and traded tongues.  Their cocks were not as relaxed, though.  
Augie was still as hard as when he started.  His stiffy was ready for 
more action.  Meanwhile, he could feel Paul’s cock gently throbbing.  
It made him want more.  He started back into some steady pump-action 
and began to pick up speed.

Paul broke away from him and looked at him incredulously.  “You’re 
fucking kidding me,” he said.  But it was quickly obvious that this 
young stud was not deterred by just one orgasm.  “Oh, yeah.  You’re a 
fire cracker, baby.  Go for it.”

Augie grinned at Paul, he was glad to have a partner that appreciated 
what he was bringing.  He watched Paul lay his head back to enjoy their 
rut and then thought, ‘Why not let Paul get some ride time.’  He held 
Paul tight and rolled over on his back.  Paul rolled with him and 
obviously knew what to do.  He was going to take over and rock them to 
heaven.  He grabbed Augie’s ass cheeks, laid his head against Augie’s 
shoulder for leverage and went to work with an aggressive hip rocking 
motion.  He twisted and rolled his thrusts playfully giving Augie all 
sides of his cock and maximizing pleasure on Augie’s most sensitive 
areas.  

Augie was really enjoying it all.  Paul was a good fuck and really knew 
how to use his meat.  All he had to do was lay passively and let his 
dick receive the treatment.  The contours of Paul’s cock were rolling 
over his dick in a delightful, ever-changing massage and Paul’s hairy 
scrote dragged over Augie’s and gave an erotic tickle with every push.  
Paul was making it last too, trying to impress the neophyte with his 
prowess.  All the mysteries of bedroom games in the darkness finally 
revealed themselves to Augie as Paul worked on his body.

After some thoroughly enjoyable bed creaking, his technique, and the 
feel of Augie’s firm, young rod took their effect and soon Paul started 
to fall into his rapture.  Just like last week, Augie could sense the 
urgency in his fucker’s effort.  He prepared himself to experience his 
new buddy’s climax.  He knew the instant he felt that spunk gush over 
his dick and on his belly that he was going to join in and launch 
another of his own loads too.  

Paul’s thrusts got shorter and quicker, rising to a peak.  “I’m 
cumming.” He groaned.

“Let me see! Let me see,” urged Augie!

Paul held his body up and both turned their heads down to watch the 
eruption.  Paul groaned as his first jet came forth.  It was a weak one 
that squeezed out of the tensely straining muscle and just cascaded 
over the tip of his dick and on to Augie’s.  The second jet broke 
through much bigger and a thick white rope shot out over Augie’s navel.

That was all it took for Augie.  He knew what his fuck-buddy was 
feeling and the sight of him spraying a huge nut-wad pushed him over 
the top.  He spurted.  His creamy glob of cum landed on Paul’s 
discharge.  Then came another of Paul’s shots.  The two cocks gushed 
forth in alternating sequence as both young men enjoyed the show they 
had wrought.  A dueling fountain of their skillfully crafted 
exuberance; mixing into a tiny pool of mutual adulation.  Two swollen, 
purple cock-heads trussed snugly together and swimming in their own 
still-oozing jizz.  It was the perfect picture of male sexual release.  

Augie felt it more intensely than any other orgasm he had ever had and 
it even seemed to last longer as he felt his convulsions tingle and tug 
on his nerves far after his ‘gnads were completely spent.  Once the 
last of their loads slowly squeezed out, Paul relaxed and lowered his 
body on to Augie’s.  They both idly pushed their hips back and forth 
against each other to wring the last wonderful pleasure out of their 
bound cocks.  They finally stopped completely as their puddle of cum 
slowly dribbled over Augie’s side.

“THAT,” said Paul, after a long meandering in each their own thoughts 
“is frot.”  



by Sailbad@storiesonline.org



  
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