Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 14:03:32 +0200
From: Jason <jasonost@mtnice.co.za>
Subject: Bottle in the fridge

This is a story I wrote yesterday afternoon while a little bored and a
little horny (always leads to bad things.)  I'm not going to pretend it
isn't anything other than a slightly odd fantasy I decided to put on paper.
Although, like most of my fantasies it is based on fact, I tend to `jewel
the elephant' a bit more than that which can be healthy for a writer. but
hey, I get carried away.  This is my first piece posted on Nifty, although
I have been a fan since the `tender' age of 16, about four years.


     My best friend, Alex and I had recently moved into a flat together.
It was our first year at university.  I had always been in the boarding
house at school, basically since day one, a little seven year old off to
school, back-pack securely on my shoulders, a kiss from mom and dad and no
looking back.  Oh, I wasn't dumped there by any means- Quite the contrary.
I was only a weekly boarder.  It was just that there were no good schools
in our town.  The closest `good' school was about an hour and a half's
drive down the coast, into the city of Cape Town.
     Alex on the other hand had always been a `day boy.'  His parents lived
about ten kilometres from the school we attended, in a lovely tree lined
suburb.  (City folk. How fantastically boring.)
     We had always known each other as acquaintances at school.  It was
only in grade nine that we became friends, and by the mid year break of
grade ten we were inseparable.  The only down side to our friendship was
that I was hopelessly in love with him, and him, as a bonafide straight-boy
jock had absolutely no clue.
     Back then I didn't know I was gay- I didn't have a limp wrist nor a
lithp, nor any other stereotypical gay attributes- I just like jacking off
over images of guys.
     I only told Alex that I was gay in 12th grade.  He was very surprised
and had never suspected it, and even thought I was trying to pull yet
another practical joke on him- And me laughing at his facial expressions of
gay sex didn't help convince him either.  But in the end he was cool with
it.  It was even his idea that we share a flat together during university
terms.
     One night during the first few weeks of term, at either his of his
girlfriends birthday party the topic of wanking was brought up during the
course of conversation.  Alex and I had never discussed masturbation
before.  It was not what our friendship was about.  Yes, I fantasized
nightly about having sex with him, but through some superhuman feat of self
discipline I managed to keep quiet about it.  I just couldn't bring myself
to slaughter those sacred cows.
     And here we were, all very drunk on red wine and odd drink mixtures
that we had all dared ourselves to drink, talking about masturbation.
Everyone else was there, too, joining in the conversation, even some of the
guys' girlfriends.  But as is the case with these conversations, they go
from rude to crass in several seconds, and soon we were talking about
storing cum in the deep freeze as long life milk.  "The milk of life, and
it would last a lonnnnnnng time if frozen. what happens if we lose our
dicks tomorrow, how will we have kids?"  And so it went on.
     Several weeks went by, varsity was in full swing, and I was already
working at my desk in the afternoons.  Alex was still up in the computer
rooms at varsity.  I was bored and horny again.  My last piece of ass had
been quite a few weeks ago.  I got up and walked around the flat.  I walked
past Alex's room on the way back to mine.  I took a cursory glance at the
bed, thinking how nice it would be if I could spend some time in that when
a naughty thought crossed my mind.  I wondered if there were some old
clothes of his under the bed.  It would be amusing to cum on a t-shirt and
then have him wear it again.  After all, his idea of washing clothes was
leaving them on the floor for a few days.  I looked under his bed but
didn't see any clothes. only a 500ml coke bottle.  I took it out and
examined it in the light of his bedroom window.  It had a slightly
clear/yellow liquid at the bottom.  But barely a centimetre in total.  And
then I remembered the drunken party conversation.  "You gota be kidding!"
I said to myself, simultaneously unscrewing the cap.  The smell was
unmistakable. MAN-JIZ!!!
     The taste was unmistakable, too.
     Oh, my fuck!  In my horniness I DRANK Alex's cum!  That wouldn't have
been so bad if it had been fresh, but now I wanted to be sick. and to make
matters worse the bottle was empty. or almost so.  He would notice, and I
didn't particularly like the idea of him knowing I drank (or spilled, or
used as lube or whatever he might think I had done with.his cum!)  Shit,
this stuff doesn't just disappear. And now I was laughing.  I was going to
leave it empty.  He was the one jacking off into a fucking Coke bottle and
leaving it under his bed!  It's not like he's going to come up to me and
ask what happened to it.  If he did I would have to make something up about
being part of the sperm liberation movement.  But I suppose eating your
best friends three day old cum doesn't really count as liberation now does
it?
     Giggle, giggle.
     So I decided to fish out an old Coke bottle of my own and start
filling it.  I had been working at my desk in my boxers.  I stripped down
in Alex's room, sat on his bed, used some saliva as lube and started
beating away at my 15cm, rock hard, cut cock.  I scrunched my balls with my
left hand, working them hard, playing my dick head with my thumb.  "Aw," I
moaned, maybe a bit too much like a porn star, "This won't take long."  And
it didn't.  Before I knew it I had to get the Coke bottle lined up with my
piss slit, and with one final image of a random guy in my mind I blew my
load.  Except lining up in the heat of the orgasm wasn't really such a
great idea.  I picked up the wrong bottle.  Now it was obvious that there
was fresh cum in it.  Something milky white in something milky yellow.  Oh,
well, it kinda turned me on knowing Alex would realise I found his
bottle. and was helping him fill it.
     Nothing was said the next few days.  Every opportunity I got
(basically when Alex wasn't there and I was) I would go into his room and
empty my load into his bottle.  And he hadn't stopped unloading into it
either.  It was funny- We both knew what the other was doing, and were both
doing it ourselves, except we never spoke about it.  We acted like nothing
was going on.
     About two weeks passed since this had started, and seeing as we had
both been jizzing once a day (at least) into the Coke bottle, there must
have been about half a cup in there.
     Sitting at my desk again I hear Alex arrive back from varsity.  I hear
him say hi as he runs down the passage lobbing an empty Coke bottle at me,
and then is gone.  `Damit,' I think, `He's in one of his mischievous
moods.'  And then I see the bottle that hit me on the back of my head.
"What's this for?" I shout down the corridor, pretending I don't already
know.  "Competition," I hear from his room, "To see who the real man is,
the little, blonde queer-boy or me, the muscular ladies man all you fags
perv over."
     "Yeah, the wanking ladies man.  Someone's not getting any."  I teased
back.  "Oh, and I want half of what's already in your bottle."
     "Half?!  Now look who `not getting any'."
     I wondered into his bedroom to see him fishing under the bed for the
bottle.  "Shit, there's a lot in here. and all in only thirteen days." He
says.
     "You've been counting?"
     "Yeah well, wouldn't you agree this is rather bizarre."  I handed him
my empty bottle and he started pouring half our jiz into mine.  "By the
way.  the first time you put your spunk in this, what happened to the stuff
that was already in here?"  I nearly choked with embarrassment, but luckily
he didn't see my face.  He was working hard not to get any goo on his
hands.
     "Um. you probably don't want to know."
     Finishing the pour he looked up grinning.  "Okay then, lets make a
deal.  The first one to fill this gets to watch the other down it.  Deal?"
I wasn't sure I liked this idea at all.  If I lost I don't think I would
mind downing Alex's jizz, but I couldn't imagine him downing mine.  No, not
for one second did I think he would do that.  I would just have to lose.
     "Okay, deal.  But lets put this in the deep freeze.  It's beginning to
get manky."
     It didn't take as long to fill the bottles as I had thought it would.
Either we were perpetually horny or had lots of jizz.  Although I think the
real reason was our natural competitiveness.  Throughout school we were
constantly trying to outdo each other.  And now was no exception.
     Just before bed we would both creep into the kitchen, trying not to be
spotted by the other, fetch our bottle and disappear to our own beds.  By
the time I had breakfast both bottles were back in their places in the ice
tray.
     When we were both about two or three dick loads away from the very
brim of the bottles Alex began to brag that he's going to be the winner and
I'm gona have to drink half a litre of his jizz, bla bla bla.
     "If you think you're so near the end, let me watch you fill it up."
Ok, so I was pushing my luck.  Never did I expect him to actually agree.
     Alex had never been cock-shy.  He was always walking from the shower
to his room naked, and at school he didn't have any qualms either.  He just
didn't get kicks from it (like me.)
     Standing in the kitchen, almost in one motion, he got his bottle and
mine and stripped from the waist down.  His cock was at half mast.  I had
never seen his dick other than in the showers at school, and then it was
always limp.  But now it was getting very hard, very quickly.  And then it
struck me.  The boy I had always fantasized over the most, wished was gay
the most and wanted to fuck the most, was standing next to me, half naked,
a bottle of his cum in the one hand, a bottle of mine in the other, wearing
his trade-mark sly grin.  He knew me well enough to know what was going
through my mind.  With that he sat down, bare assed, on the cool kitchen
floor.  I dropped my board shorts over my bare feet and kicked them out the
way.  My erection caused the base of my t-shirt to bulge out sumwhat.  I
joined Alex on the floor, letting our legs touch.  I glanced over at his
dick.  He was working it slowly, pulling his foreskin back and forth over
his head using his thumb and forefinger.
     "I guess you have seen this a thousand times before."  He said smiling
at me without taking his eyes off his cock.  The truth was, I was only out
the closet to him, and although I had more than a few fuck buddies I
wouldn't exactly call myself a male slut.  Besides, this was Alex. the guy
I knew I couldn't get into my bed.
     A slight moan emanated from his mouth.  We carried on for a few
minutes, me rubbing his thigh with my right hand, not taking my eyes off
him playing with his nipples and pounding his cock with his free hand.  I
was going to cum soon if I carried on working myself like I was.  I didn't
have to tell him though.  We could feel each others sexual energy, hear the
constant moans and whimpers of pleasure that we were giving ourselves.
     Alex came first.  His whole body tensed, his six-pack rippled, his
face flushed red and with a loud moan, almost a growl he shot his load into
his bottle.  I got onto my knees in front him, looking at the figure
sitting slumped against the lower kitchen cupboards with his eyes half
closed.  I worked both my hands on my shaft, playing with my scrotum and
pubic hair all the while watching Alex watch me.  I leant over his bottle
and blew my load on top of his.  The bottle really was full now.  Some of
my cum over flowed the screw top rim, oozing down the side in yellow/white
streaks.  The slight chlorine smell of cum filled the room.  When Alex saw
what I had done a puzzled look crossed his face.  "You actually want to
drink that don't you?"
     "No," I said nonchalantly, "You just spunked in the wrong bottle."  It
took a moment for this to sink in.  He turned his head looking for the
other bottle.  Sure enough, his was on the floor on his right.  The label
was removed from his, mine still on.  He really had helped fill the wrong
bottle. He gave long suffering sigh and said, "No way man."
     "A deals a deal."


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