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Friends
Married for a little over a year, my wife worked at a bank, and I at an airline company. Although we were happy with our life together, I soon found that sex with her was not what I had hoped all my life. What I had fantasized about in my teen years as I jacked off, was not what I found in the bedroom of my early twenties. So I just assumed I had a better imagination than most. And besides, it was the thing to do, I mean it was expected, to get married and have kids, not enjoy sex.
One day my wife invited a co-worker home for dinner. I met him at the front door and invited him in for the first time. "Hi, my name is Allen", he said, "I work with Ann", as he extended his hand. "Come in, I'm Tracy", I replied as I took his hand. I think that was the second thing I noticed about Allen: his handshake, it was firm, warm and lasted so long I thought we were holding hands. The first thing I noticed was his physical appearance. He was very handsome, 5' 11", trim, brown wavy hair, brown eyes, a nice mustache, and a tan. He was dressed in a white shirt, tie and slacks, having just gotten off from work. I couldn't help but think how good looking he was and wonder why he was divorced.
Ann was in the kitchen, but soon joined us and started telling me all about Allen. She was very impressed with his work habits and his likable personality. Dinner was good and events of the evening were unremarkable. We sat around sharing our past. Allen had grown up locally, gone to high school, played on the tennis team, met and married his high school sweetheart, before leaving with her for the big city. They were married for a couple of years and then for reasons he didn't want to explain, had gotten a divorce. While not in close contact, they were still friends. Now he had come home and was working at the local bank. All his friends had married and moved away and he needed friends. Ann and I felt very lucky to have Allen for a friend.
Several weeks passed and Allen came over every Friday for dinner. Sometimes I would call him from work and meet him for lunch. Just small talk and burgers, but the more I got to know Allen, the more I liked him. I sometimes wondered why he was not dating, but just assumed it was because he had been so hurt by his divorce.
Ann was going to be gone one evening and by chance Allen called and wanted to know if he could drop by. "Sure," I said, "but Ann will not be here." "Hey, that's OK," he replied, "I'd like to talk to you, if that is all right?" "Sure," I said.
Allen arrived and I greeted him at the front door, clasping his hand and enjoying the long, warm, firm handshake. "Com'on back to the den. Want anything to drink?, I said. "Naw, thanks Tracy, I'm fine," he replied. I noticed Allen had on a new green silk shirt which loosely hung on his athletic build, and tight faded blue jeans. I was really confused as to the feeling stirred inside me as I looked at this handsome, trim, tanned male who I now noticed had a lot of hair peeking above the top button of his shirt. At first I thought I was just envious of his looks and charm.
In the den, we sat around and talked and watched a movie on TV. He said he had been a little lonely and just wanted to be with someone for the evening. "Hey, Allen, anytime buddy," I reassured him as we walked to the front door. "Tracy," he said as we stopped in the hallway, "do me a favor, will you?" "Sure buddy, anything you want," I said. "Give me a hug, will ya, it's been so long since anyone has hugged me," he said with his eyes downcast.
Without a word, I put both arms around him and drew him next to my body. Firmly and for a long time I held him in my arms with his face pressed against my neck. I think it was several seconds but it seemed like minutes before I realized my dick was getting really hot and hard. Embarrassed, I wondered what I was doing, when I felt his cock pressed against leg. As I started to pull away, I looked into his eyes, and without words, the message was loud and clear: kiss me. For the first time in my life, I placed my lips on another man's lips. Both our lips parted and like Titan missiles, our tongues shot forward seeking their targets. My tongue invaded his airspace first and met his hot, wet tongue in mid air. Now our tongues were like wrestlers, punching, prodding, feeling each other out. My tongue explored each and every crevice of his mouth; and loved every inch of it. His bushy mustache tickled my lip, but also was a foretaste of another part of his anatomy where a hot, firm, wet muscle would rise out of a wonderful hairy bush.
I instinctively reached down to feel his cock through his slacks. It was rock hard and hotter than any piece of flesh I had ever felt. As soon as I touched it, he moaned, "Oh God." And began groping for my hard dick. He quickly unzipped my pants and slid his hand into my open boxer fly, grabbing my throbbing cock. I can't begin to describe the sensation that went through my whole body, but it was like no other I had ever felt. Before I knew what was happening, he had my belt undone, my pants unbuttoned, and my dick pulled through the opening of my shorts. Not knowing quite what to do next, I let him take over.
At first he knelt down in the hallway, holding my dick with one hand and rubbing the back of my thigh with the other. He stroked my dick and looked at it for several seconds as I watched from above. Then he opened his mouth and took it all in. My eyes closed in ecstasy as I leaned against the hallway wall. "Ohhhh, gawddddd, that feels so gooooooooodddddd". Having read some porno magazines and books, I had always wanted my wife to suck my dick, but she had said that was sick and perverted of me. Now my wildest dreams were being fulfilled by a friend and a man at that.
I was afraid I was gonna shot my wad I was so excited. And I didn't want to. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I also wanted to show my appreciation and affection for my new buddy by doing something for him. So I placed my hands around his head and began to pull him up. He reluctantly got up and I took him in my arms and said, "I love you", not knowing if it was him that I loved or his sucking my dick. "Let's go back into the den," I said softly.
Back in the den, I began unbuttoning his soft flimsy silk shirt. I couldn't believe the hard, well developed chest I found. There was lots of hair covering his upper chest down to his nipples. His pecs were firm and stood out like carved platters. His nipples were reddish brown surrounded by hair and stood erect. His lower abdomen was firm and trim and the hair seemed to rise from a heavily thatched area around his navel to his upper chest. I began to kiss and lick his neck, and then worked my way down to his pecs and nipples, running my tongue through his thick matted hair and over his rigid erect nipples. Flexing his pec muscles, he invited me to suck on his tits. With his hands on the back of my head he guided my head slowly down his muscular, hairy chest. First, down the middle, then from side to side, my tongue tried to cover his entire chest.
Then he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper of his pants down. Gracefully he stepped out of his pants and I could see that he too was wearing boxer shorts and that his dick was making a tent out of them. He slid them off and revealed his hard cock, which was slightly curved up and to his left. He laid down on the couch and invited me to come to him.
At some wonderful point I found myself back at his chest around his navel, which was covered with hair, indented and seemingly bottomless. My tongue licked and parted the hair around his navel exposing the hole. Then like I was exploring for honey, my tongue plunged inside his navel hole. Oh, man, the smell of his sweat, mixed with the smell of his cologne was like an aphrodisiac to me; a real turn on.
Allen was squirming and rocking like crazy. I loved the thought of giving someone, anyone so much pleasure. In fact the more he moaned and squirmed, the more I kissed, licked and sucked. I had no idea that sex could be so much fun, so fulfilling.
I had finally worked my way down to his bare thighs. Muscular, tanned, hairy thighs well conditioned from his days on the tennis court. I wanted to kiss them, to lick them to engulf every inch of his flesh. I found the groove between his thigh and his crotch, and immediately began licking it with my tongue. He giggled and laughed as his body squirmed. "Hey, Tracy, where the hell did you learn to do that?" , he asked. I couldn't answer, it tasted so good, I didn't want to stop for one second, even to say, it's all coming naturally. "Oh, baby, that feels so good, keep it up", he insisted. His dick which had a left lean to it, was hard and laying away from my face. So Allen took his hand and laid it over to the other side so it was now brushing up against my face. It was huge! I as 7 inches of cut meat, but Allen must have been 9 inches of cut cock easily. And it was thick.
"Suck it." Suck it buddy," he pleaded. So I ran my tongue from his thigh to his brushy crotch. Licking the pubic hair and running my nose through that wonderful field of masculine hair with all its male musk smells. Now that massive dick was pressed against my chin and throat. It was so hot, so hard and yet so soft to the touch. I wanted to tease him, so I resisted taking it in my mouth. I continued to lick his pubic hair, and slowly worked my way down to his balls. One by one, I took them into my mouth gently sucking on them and twirling my tongue around them. They were so great tasting! I knew I was holding all his masculinity in my mouth. Licking those walnut size nuts, I was show them the appreciation they deserved for the hot cum they held.
I began finally working my way up from the ball sack to that tower of power, parting the massive hair that formed the base from which it rose. Licking my way up to shaft, I actually shot my wad when I reached the crown of his dick head. I twirled my tongue around the crown and over the opening at the top. The texture and taste of the dick head is so much different from all the other parts, it is like the jewel in the crown. Allen could stand it no longer, I was driving him crazy. His hands clutched my head and he forced my face down on his dick. I opened my mouth and gladly engulfed this huge dick: taking it all in, choking and gagging from its size and not from the taste or any aversion.
As soon as he had shoved his dick down my mouth all the way, he groaned a sort of sigh of relief and eased up on the force on the back of my head. I could feel that dick pulsing its blood flow through its muscle and pounding against the sides of my mouth. It was alive, growing more and responding to my lovemaking. Slowly I withdrew to the crown again, licking the head with my tongue and then plunging my mouth all the way down on that love pole again. Gently he placed his hands on my head and guided me, but letting me suck on it at my own speed. Gyrating his hips and trying to get in a rhythm with me.
After several minutes, I noticed his gyrations began to increase and the rhythm began to increase. Faster and faster he began to fuck my face. I found this only increased my excitement. "I'm gonna cum, Tracy," he moaned. So I withdrew his cock from my mouth and grasped it with my right hand. I began to jack him off until he shot a long, hot, milky white stream of pent up cum. I cupped my left hand over his dick head to keep it from flying all over the couch and him. I didn't know how to explain lots of hot, wet cum on the couch if Anne came in later and I didn't want him with lots of hot sticky cum over his chest messing up his silk shirt. His body convulsed a couple of times and his breathing which had been very heavy became more shallow. I continued to stroke his dick, but now it was more sensitive and he grabbed my hand and stopped me from stroking it and just squeezed my hand which in turn squeezed his dick.
After a few minutes I got up and washed my hands and got a wash cloth wet with warm water. I return to a limp male body on the couch and began cleaning it up. Allen lay there with a smile on his face and his eyes closed as I washed him up. Gently washing up his flaccid dick, I leaned down and took it once more in my mouth. I held it there for a few moments, as a gesture of kissing it with my whole mouth.
Allen got up put his clothes on and noticed my dick was limp and shrinking. "You OK?" he asked. "Yeah, never better." I replied. "I shot my wad a long time ago." "I want to suck you off next time," he said. "And I am going to do it first, you hear?"
"Next time?" I thought, "Next time? No, I hadn't thought about a next time. I wasn't gay! This was a fluke! Two straight guys who were simply playing around: doing things the women don't like doing. What next time?"
Friends Part 2
I had ambivalent feelings about my first gay experience. I felt terribly guilty. Men don't have sex with other men. I had been unfaithful to my wife. Men don't cheat on their wives. My family and friends would never understand me having oral sex with another man. Hey, if they caught me eating another woman's pussy, that would be bad judgment, but eating a dick? That would be unforgivable.
And yet, all I could think about was kissing Allen and holding him in my arms: feeling my hard hot cock rubbing up against his body and feeling his big cock against my body. Every time the phone rang, I hoped it was him. I was obsessed with this newly discovered sexual awareness. It was like letting the genie out of the bottle. So there I sat, feeling guilty as hell, and like an addict, dying to have more of the forbidden fruit.
It was several days before Allen called. "Want to go to lunch?" he said on the other end of the line. "Yes!", I said trying to control my joy. "Pick you up around 11:00 a.m. tomorrow?" he continued. "Sure" I replied.
The next day I paced the floor at the window of my office. Eleven o'clock seemed like it would never come. Finally, I saw his bronze 280Z drive up to the front of the building and I rushed down to meet him.
"Hey!" I said as I got into the car. "What's up, Tracy?" he said with a grin and I knew he was talking about my erection. I couldn't believe my dick had gotten hard just thinking of having lunch with him. Just the thought of being in his presence! I had a boner that wouldn't quit. At the same time, Allen reached over and patted my inner thigh with his right hand. Then he just left it there sorta holding my leg. Oh, gawd he knew how to turn me on, but I didn't want to admit it. I was still in denial.
"Allen, we can't do that again."
" I mean don't get me wrong, I loved every minute of it and I have thought about it every minute since, but we just can't do it ever again" I said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why? Damn it you know why!" I said hoping he was argue with me.
"Tracy, tell me why! If two people who care about each other as we do, and enjoy each other's bodies as we do, why not?" he said very matter of factly.
"Because ..... I am married! I am not gay! You're not gay! Because .... it's wrong! I said with a trembling voice.
As he drove along with me protesting my straightness, Allen unzipped his pants and revealed that he had no underwear on beneath his slacks. His big dick was hard and so tempting. I could feel my face getting flush and instinctively my hand went straight for the prize. I wrapped my and around it and saw his eyes blink as he moaned, "That's right, hold on to that dick, he doesn't want you to let go of him".
"Now, tell me Tracy that you want to stop seeing me, cause that is the only way you will ever stop having sex with me." he said. And without a word, as he drove down the highway at 55 mph, I leaned over and took that massive dick in my mouth.
"Oh, shit, Tracy, that feels so good, don't stop!" he laughingly said. "And besides there is a car beside us and they will know you are sucking me off if you rise up."
I rode that pony up and down, sucking and slurping it like it was a popsicle on a hot summer day. I couldn't get enough of it. The taste of that head, piss and cum mixed at the slit on the top of the crown, was the most wonderful taste. "Oh, Tracy, I hope a cop doesn't stop us, buddy! he said as he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed down as a signal for me to suck harder.
"I'm gonna cum, Tracy! Take it all in your mouth, or else it's gonna be a mess and I wouldn't be able to explain back at the office, he demanded. So I continued to lick and suck that hot, hard dick for all I was worth. Then I felt this sudden explosion of hot, salty, sticky cum shot in my mouth. I wasn't sure what to do, so I swollowed it, and it just kept cumming. I could feel Allen pushing back against his seat, thrusting his crotch up into my face trying to pump every last drop into my thirsty mouth. It was the best taste I have ever tasted and I couldn't get enough of it. I continued to suck him off until, he said, "Hey, that tickles!" I slowed down and waited, still holding his dick in my mouth and letting the cum drip slowly on my waiting tongue, my lips encircling this shrinking dick.
"Gawd, Tracy, you may not be gay, but you give damn good head!" he said with a smile.
"Is that all you want, Allen?" I replied with my hurt feelings showing. "Are you just interested in me giving you a good head job?"
Still driving down the road at 55 mph, with his left hand on the steering wheel, Allen put his right hand on my neck and pulled aggressively my head toward his face. And for all the world to see, he kissed me square on the mouth. As we pulled away from each other, he said, "I love you, man! I'm no whore and neither are you. I love you, and I enjoy having physical sex with you. O.K?"
With that he pulled over to a small, secluded side street, parked the car and unzipped my pants. My dick was flaming hot from sucking him off and so tender to his touch. Without saying a word, he engulfed my dick and started sucking it. Half scared someone might see us and half out of my mind with pure enjoyment, I leaned back against the locked front door and let him suck me off. It didn't take long for me to shot my wad, and just as I had done for him, he took the whole load in his mouth and held my dick til every last drop was down his throat.
"Tracy, I love to suck your dick as much as I love to have you suck mine. Hey, man, when two guys love each other the way we do, and when they give each other such pleasure as we do. What the fuck?" he argued. I knew then I was hopelessly in love with my best friend. As he put the car in drive and pulled away, I zipped up my pants.
"Hungry?" he asked. "Only for tube steak." I said with a grin. "Yeah", he replied and placed his hand on my thigh again. "Next time" he said, "I want you to fuck my ass."
"Allen!!!", I can't believe you said that!" I shouted. "Gross!"
"Hey, stud", he continued, "Give it a try and if you don't like it, then that's O.K., but at least try it. I think you're gonna like it. It's better than any woman's pussy!"
"Next time? Next time. Yeah sure, next time." I said.
To be continued.