Spontaneous Combustion

I love when stuff like this happens:

It was an over-all shitty weekend. Everyone had gone away to somewhere or another, Brad and Bitch had gone to her mothers' house, and alas I was left all alone in my little hick town. Friday night sucked, I kept a bartender-friend of mine company until closing, then I went home. Saturday, I sat my ass on the couch all day and downloaded new music. By 11:30 Saturday night, I was disgusted that there was literally NOTHING to do. So I gave up and went to bed.

Sunday perked up a little bit, a buddy and I went golfing, which probably to some of you doesn't sound like much, but I like golf, and at that point I was up for anything. But, eventually golf came to an end, and my buddy had to go meet his girlfriend at work. So once again, there I sat. I was actually feeling really depressed that I hadn't done anything all weekend. So around 8:30 last night, I took a drive out to the camp. I was so down, that all I wanted to do was get drunk. Yes, even by myself. I just wanted that numb feeling. There's always some stray liquor laying around the camp, except for last night of course. Then I remembered my uncle's hidden stash of pot in the bedroom, so I went and got that.

As I was on about my second pipe-full, I thought I heard footsteps outside on the porch. Just like 1 or 2, though. It was still daylight and I hadn't heard anybody pull in, so I chalked it up to an animal. About 2 minutes later, the door swings open, scaring the shit out of me, and standing there is... Brad.

I said "You fuckin' scared the SHIT out of me!!! How'd you sneak in here so quiet?" He just grinned and said he was "just sneaky" and sat down.

"How'd you know I was out here?" I asked him.

"I saw you drive by Drew's house while I was in there, and drove out around (Bitch)'s house, and then around by the gate, saw the gate open, couldn't figure out who else would be out here at 9:00 on a Sunday night but you, so I drove out." He explained.

I offered him a hit off the pipe, which he took, which excited me, because Brad is fun when he's stoned. He doesn't do it very often, which makes it even better when he does. It's occasional. Then we started a search for liquor again. Finally I found a half-pint of whiskey, which I eagerly drank almost all of, and Brad called a friend of ours who always has a stocked liquor cabinet and rarely ever drinks. Luckily, she also lives about 5 minutes from the camp. So in Brad's car we get and cruise out to get some booze. (Yes, the whole time I had in the back of my mind that I had to get up at 6:30 the next morning and go to work, but I was trying to shake that off. I hadn't seen Brad all weekend and he was in a verrry good mood)

I'm still not sure if it was the pot or the booze that tipped him over the edge. As we sat at the table talking, his head started to bob a little. He handed me a cigarette to light, and as I handed it back to him I said "you just wanted me to wrap my lips around it" meaning the cigarette. He grinned, and said "Maybe" as he tugged at the crotch of his jeans.

About half an hour later, though, something got the better of him and he staggered over and fell on the bed. "night night" he mumbled, and I finished my drink and smoke, turned out the lights, and climbed in bed beside him. I set the alarm on my cell phone for 3:00 a.m., still intent on going to work in the morning. (What was I thinking...)

I couldn't have been in bed any longer than half an hour, but had just started to drift off to sleep, my right arm wrapped around Brad's side, when suddenly he jumps, enough to wake me up, and I pick my head up to see him struggling to get his pants off. I'm puzzled, because this has all come from nowhere. I go "what's wrong?" and he flips over to face me, pushes me onto my back, and starts ripping at my shorts. He yanks them off, along with his pants at the same time, grabs my shirt and lifts it up over my head, breathing hard the whole time, but not saying a word. When he's finally got us both naked he rolls over on top of me and starts going at me like a madman. My hands pinned over my head, he kissing all over my neck and shoulders, grinding his hips into me, just completely in the heat-of-the-moment type thing. We rolled around a few times, and we ended up both on our sides, facing each other. We were both just grabbing at anything we could get our hands on, and I started to finger his ass. Although, my finger wouldn't go in. It took me a few seconds to realize he had a buttplug in. He grinned as he sensed I figured it out, and reached down and pulled it out. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom and returned with a container of vaseline. Neither of us had still spoken a word to each other, but being caught by surprise like this had me fuckin' pumped. I could have fucked a piece of plate steel at that point I think.

As he lubed up my cock, I was jamming as much vaseline as I could into his ass, which had loosened up considerably with the buttplug. He flipped over onto his stomach and I spread his legs. (Just to give everyone more perspective, if at anytime we seemed more like 2 gay cowboys, this was it. There was nothing sweet and tender about any part of last night. It was totally uncontrolled spontaneous animal sex. I mean every aspect of it. I thought I gave him a concussion at one point, and I have a bruise on the top of my head from banging it off the wall)

So anyways, I jam half my cock into him right away. He winced and groaned and said "STOP" but then he exhaled and said "don't fuckin' listen to me just keep going". So I jammed the rest in and you could tell he was in pain. Both hands were damn near ripping the sheets and he was biting the pillow. I started pumping in and out, increasingly faster, and had a good even pace going for about 5 minutes. "Pull out" he said, so I did.

I asked if something was wrong, he said "no, flip over. My turn." He fingered me for maybe a minute, then proceeded to jam himself into me, much like I had to him. I winced also, at least he had a buttplug in his ass for god knows how long, I had nothing! It gets hazy here for a few minutes, but then I remember him slamming away all of a sudden. It felt so goddamn good I don't even know if I was making noise or not. He was laying on my back, his stubble scratching my left shoulder, his arms around my hips, pulling me up to meet him. I started bucking my ass back into him, and he raised up really quick into a doggy-style position. I stuck my ass up more for him and he grabbed onto my hips again. It was nothing but BANG BANG BANG for a good 10 minutes. We were both moaning and swearing and sweating, this is when my head was banging up against the wall. I didn't give a fuck. I just kept slamming my ass back onto his cock, he would pull completely out and slam it back into me. He laid down across my back again, me still on my hands and knees, and he wrapped his left arm underneath my left armpit, and back up around my shoulder. Like this he proceeded to pull my whole body back into him for another 15 or 20 minutes. He was jerking my cock off with his right hand and I had to slap it away because I would have came any minute. He started to slow down some and I turned my head to the left where his was resting on my shoulder.

"Don't. Stop. Fucking. Me." I growled, and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He growled back and started to slam away at me again. He was pulling my hair, jerking me off again, I could feel his nuts slapping against mine everytime he thrusted in, I could feel his sweat dripping like water off of him and onto my back, he was groaning everytime he'd bottom out, I was just moaning uncontrollably. He laid down on me again and I reached back and mistakenly scratched the hell out of his whole left side of his torso, but once again I didn't care. He didn't either. I was squeezing my legs closed around his, bucking back into him, moaning like a whore, feeling his whole body cover mine, his thick 8 inch cocked jammed as far as it would go in my ass, his huge hand wrapped around my dick, pumping away, matching every jerk to every thrust he made in to me.

"I'm gonna blow in like 2 minutes man" he growled in my ear.
"You're gonna fuckin blow in my mouth" I growled back.

He yanked himself out and I flipped over onto my back. He climbed up so he was sitting on my chest and I told him to jerk off for me. I stuck my tongue out so it was just touching the tip, and he started to buck his hips. I slid my right hand under him and jammed my middle finger up his ass. He moaned and threw his head back, and grabbed my cock with his free hand. I pulled him up more so I had about half his cock in my mouth, and I could tell it was go time when he sucked in air really quick. His ass tightened and his teeth clenched. All he managed to say was a strained "nowwww" and his load let loose the same time mine did, all over his back. He filled my mouth completely. I do this thing where I count the shots to see how many they get, and by 8 my mouth was full. I just kept sucking, Brad kept bucking his hips, my finger still up his ass, him still jerking me off. I was swallowing every drop I could get of him. This guy is 100% stud, seriously. There is nothing bad about him. His cum even tastes fucking awesome.

After about 5 minutes, we were still in the same positions, Brad had pulled out of my mouth because he'd gone sensitive, and he laid down first on top of me, giving me a big sloppy kiss, then rolling over onto his back, still panting (as was I), wiping the sweat off his forehead. He asked what time it was, I looked out the window, the sun had started to come up, so I figured it was about 5 a.m.

"You really think you're going to work?" He asked me.
"I should, but I don't think I will." I replied.
"I'm not. You're not either. The gate's locked, nobody has any idea we're out here, just fuckin' sleep all day." He said in my ear.
"Sounds good" I mumbled and he rolled over onto his stomach and wrapped hisleft arm around me, grinding his now-soft cock into my hip. I must have fallen asleep right away too. I woke up around 8, called in sick to work, gave Brad my cell to call his work, and climbed back in bed with him. We laid there until almost noon.

Guilt got the better of me though, so here I sit at work, it's 8:00 at night. I've been here since 5:30, my ass is more sore than it's ever been, and I just finished up some paperwork. I'll be out of here in half an hour. Brad wants me to go help him with something at his house when I'm done here, hopefully it's got nothing to do with sex, I'm totally worn out from last night! By the sounds of his voice, he is too.