Helter-Skelter

Best friends, brothers, comrades in arms, team mates…. Shikamaru and Chouji had always been close, ever since Shika had stood up for Chouji during a fight.

It was hard to deny that his best friend wasn’t hot. Shikamaru was always the thin, aloof guy that the girls went gaga over. His light tan and heavy lidded dark eyes made him look more mysterious than he was. Chouji loved that about him. He was probably the only person alive that had ever seen the real Shikamaru.

In their twenties Shikamaru had gone through a few rough relationships, the last one ending with Temari throwing kunais at his throat because he wasn’t ready to completely commit.

Chouji, by that age, had been outed from his closet by Ino, and lived a happy lifestyle with the other gay members from Konoha. Kotetsu, Izumo, Genma, and Rhydo all lived in the same complex, and the same life style, earning the name “The Gay Brigade”.

Chouji and the other members of the Brigade had gone out for a night of drinking in celebration of Chouji’s best friends return from a s-class mission.

Shikamaru practically inhaled his sake as the others were getting rowdy. Being best friends with Chouji had gained him an honorary position in the Gay Brigade’s ranks. Being the only heterosexual in a group of gay men wasn’t a walk in the park; Shikamaru had to put up with Genma constantly hitting on him, or any of them in reality.

Shikamaru watched as his friend laughed and flirted his way around his friends, before he finally settled into the seat next to him.

There was always something about Chouji that made Shika think that if he were ever gay, he would want Chouji.

Chouji drank from his wooden tankard of beer as he looked to his best friend, “ ‘Ey, Shikamaru, are you tired?”

Shika looked at Chouji as if he had two head, only to realize that his double vision made it seem all too possible, “No, why?” he let out a light hiccough.

“Because you have been running through my mind for a long time.” Chouji leaned over and planted his soft lips on his thinner companion’s.

Shika felt his face flush as the soft tongue began to probe it’s way through his lips and into his mouth. It took a moment, but he began to respond slowly, picking up his pace a bit after the initial shock wore off.

Chouji smiled and pulled his friend in closer, pressing his hardened cock against the rising bulge in Shika’s pants.

Shika couldn’t believe his body was betraying him. In twenty-five years he had only had one gay fantasy, but he had told himself that it was his duty to suppress it and move on; He was supposed to be turned on by the soft curved of a girl, not the solid muscle and … and... And intoxicating aroma of Cho. He allowed his hands to travel up the thick sides of his bigger friend, while he started his exploration of Chouji’s mouth.

Chouji moaned as he felt the tips of Shika’s fingers find their way to his belt line. Breaking the kiss he took in a lusty breath, “My place our yours?”

Shikamaru let out a fine whimper as he said, “Mine.”

Chouji waved to his friends and followed Shika to his place, planting kisses all over the smaller males neck and throat.

Shika could barely get the door closed before the larger body pinned him to the door with a delicious kiss, accented only by the flavor of beer. He soaked up the flavors of Chouji’s mouth as he started pulling off his Jounin uniform.

Chouji pulled at his own clothed, only breaking their heated kiss to remover his shirt. His stocky body had always been seen as fat by everyone, though Shikamaru had always called him chubby in a nice way.

Shikamaru allowed his eyes to travel over His friends body. He noted every line and form, only laughing when he got to Chouji’s large phallus, “Chubbies Rule?” he couldn’t help his giggle.

Chouji smiled, “Yeah. You always said that, and it seemed to fit….” he looked at the sky blue ink that adorned his hard cock, smiling at the multiple meanings before focusing on Shikamaru’s visage.
It was a well known secret that Shikamaru was a lady killer. His body was the hottest topic at the springs when the girls got together. Now he cold truly appreciate the beauty that was Shika. The lean muscular body was common of the male Nin’s, though, Shika’s had just the slightest pudge. His posture was bent forward from all his years of slouching.

“What?” Shika looked at his own naked for any signs of something odd.

“You are the sexiest man I have ever seen.” Chouji pulled Shika into a kiss by his spiky ponytail.

Shika moaned as he finally gave up the control he had to maintain as a Jounin.

Chouji guided their grinding naked forms to the couch, Pulling the smaller man onto him.

Shika pulled away from the kiss, and looked at Chouji, “Now what?”

Chouji smiled, “now I lube you up a bit and pound you until you cum all over me.” Chouji smiled and moistened his fingers liberally with his own saliva. With his free hand he guided Shika forward so he could get better access to the lazy hotties back entrance.

Shika gasped and clenched as he felt the invasive fingers enter him. When Chouji didn’t move he relaxed a bit. Slowly he felt the fingers beginning to slowly pump into him.

Chouji smiled and gently removed his fingers from his life long friends ass, replacing them with his hard cock. Slowly he guided his Virginal friend onto his stiffness, eliciting loud moans from the Shadow Nin.

Chouji gently rocked his hips up until he was full sunk into Shikamaru’s tight cavern.

Shika had never before felt anything like this. His sexual pleasure was close to peaking and he had barely done anything. A drip of sweat ran down his chest as he raised himself and slammed himself back down on Chouji, the sensation making him want to scream out for more.

Chouji tightened his eyes, not wanting to release himself this early. He grasped Shika’s hips and guided him at a steady pace, rocking his body hard.

Sweat and sex mingled in the air, making the drunken atmosphere more so. The lusty bodies ground each other as screams filled the air.

Shika slammed his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave.

Chouji felt the tight ring of muscles squeeze him harder and milk every drop of cum out of him as he dug his dirty nails into Shika’s hips.

The two fell into a heap on the couch, the blissful fever of sex and sleep over taking them.