Married Buds -- 1
The following is a fictional story about two friends, Brad and Dave, who are married to women but have certain needs they meet for one another. Before you lube up and jack off to it, please consider making a gift to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org. Also, please consider dropping me a line. I love hearing from my readers!
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I held the back of Brad's head and fucked his mouth aggressively as he blew me. Our little oral sessions were almost an every other day thing now. Looking down at his bald head bobbing up and down, my cock pistoning in and out of his bearded mouth, I spied his gold wedding band glimmering in the dim light of the furnace room at the back of his garage.
There was a time when seeing either of our wedding rings would make me feel a little guilty. Two married men, sucking and fucking each other when we could be with our wives was surely wrong, but it felt so damn good.
These days, knowing neither of our wives was all that good in bed and had long sense abandoned any pretense that they enjoyed sex, I had rationalized our "friends with benefits" play entirely. We're giving something our ladies just can't or won't give. Hell, I don't remember the last time my wife sucked me off. It had to have been decades ago!
I felt myself sliding closer and closer to orgasm. Brad repositioned and started licking my nuts. I jacked myself feverishly, loving the feeling of his hot wet tongue. Knowing what a cum slut he was, I pushed him off and held positioned the mushroom head of my 6" cock right over his open, willing mouth. Then, as my orgasm took hold, my knees went weak, and I shook all over. My cock pulsed out six, seven, eight ropes of thick, white cum that pooled on Brad's tongue. He waited until I was done, then swallowed it all and looked up at me smiling. I smiled back and watched him milk my dick for a drop or two more.
Then it was my turn. I grabbed an old, folded moving pad from him as Brad stood up and fished out his boner. Then I knelt and began to kiss and lick his rock-hard cock. The foreskin was completely retracted, and the purple head was dripping with pre-cum which I carefully licked off. The head of Brad's dick is super sensitive, so I jacked him a little and licked and slurped all around it before plunging it down my throat. Brad groaned with pleasure and just as I had done to him, grasped the back of my head and fucked my maw like I was his whore.
Long ago, I had learned to defeat my natural gag reflect. I breathed in deeply through my nose, loving the musky, manly scent of my friend and lover's crotch.
"Fuck, you suck so good, Buddy!" he said to me. "I'm gonna blow my load right down your fucking throat!"
But he didn't. Instead, he humped away, using my mouth like a cunt and stopping now and then so I could lick his hairy balls. About halfway through, I couldn't resist turning him around and attacking Brad's furry butt crack. I sniffed and licked it, probing his tight asshole with my pointed tongue, making him whimper before he quickly turned back and renewed his assault on my tonsils.
I knew my rimming would put him right on the edge. And as I grabbed his hips and willed him to fuck my face even harder, I felt Brad's 8" rod pulse in my mouth, delivering his pay load. He held my head in place and made sure I swallowed every salty, slimy drop as he and eye locked eyes.
"Fuck yeah, cocksucker! You're the best!" he said smiling, pulling me up from my knees for a sloppy, wet kiss. I caressed his broad shoulders and laid my head on his hairy chest, squeezing his shrinking cock a few times. As a friend and a lover, he makes me so fucking happy, I thought.
We both found our t-shirts and stuffed our cocks back inside our jeans. Then we headed back out of the garage to the patio behind Brad's place. He grabbed us a couple of cold ones from the house, we lit up some cigars and puffed away enjoying the knowing silence between us.
We're both in our early 50s. Brad stands about 6'3 and weighs about 260. Once solid muscle, he's now got a rocking "dad bod," covered with lots of salt and pepper hair all over. His manly beard is still mostly brown, with just a few flecks of gray. I love his deep, dark brown eyes and how they seem to bore into my soul when he is angry or about to cum. He's tan all over, thanks to the private swimming spot we built together in a clearing just through the woods behind my place.
His uncut cock is a joy to behold. Even flaccid, it's a full five inches and thick. I love how his smooth, low hanging balls rock gently between his thick thighs as he walks. And I love the pungent aroma of his smegma whenever he peals, the head back before I blow him. But the best thing about Brad is his tight, muscled ass with two big dimples on either side of his full, round ass cheeks. We're both verse, but lately, Bad has really gotten into bottoming for me, and I love it!
I saw a text once where Brad was describing me to a potential playmate. He said I was "very handsome." I don't know about that, but I seem to do alright. I am only about 5'10 and weigh about 200 lbs., so I am pretty pudgy. Brad calls me a "classic bear," and I guess I am. I have a shorter beard than he does, and my chest isn't quite as hairy, but my legs and ass are. I'm pretty rounded, something Brad says he loves about me. My skin tone is lighter than his, kind of a honey color.
My cock is cut, and I have large, attached balls that I shave smooth. There's just a tuft of pubic hair above my 6-inchcut rod. It is a grower, not a shower, so most of the time it is only a few inches and its head sort of rests on my nuts.
If you'd see Brad and I at a bar, riding our motorcycles or out with our wives, you'd probably pick up that we're lifelong buddies, but I doubt you'd think we're queer. We're both pretty masculine acting and when we play with others, we look for guys like us. Sure, we've shared a twink or two, but for the most part, we like our playmates to be married to a woman, straight acting, hairy and verse.
I sipped my beer and gazed across Brad's perfectly manicured lawn. Next to fucking and sucking, the man is obsessed with yardwork and his place reflects the many hours he puts in caring for it.
"Hey man, I have an idea, our next big business venture," Brad said, rubbing my hand and forearm. Our wives were off shopping out of town that day, and when we are alone and safe, we don't hold back touching each other affectionately.
Our friendship has grown over the years to include a few business deals. I work as a supervisor in a local carpet plant and Brad has his own HVAC business. Not long ago, we bought some land and got a loan to build a storage facility, and just last month we paid that off and are looking forward to some nice profits from the monthly rent.
"Let's take out another loan, we're good for it, the bank loves us now," he began. "And find a condo or even two downtown near the university," Brad said.
"Okay...and what do we do with a couple of condos down there?" I asked. "You wanting to flip them or what?"
"Hell no," he said. "I am trying to create long term investments for us, and more passive income. Now that the storage unit loan is paid off, we'll start generating income every month that isn't spoken for.
"Yeah, I was looking forward to that, but you want to get us back in debt," I said. "I love your big cock, but sometimes your business sense doesn't do a thing for me."
We both laughed.
"No, Studly," he said, calling me the pet name he uses for me when we are alone. "I think we can generate enough cash to pay the loan and even have more monthly income."
"Now I am all ears. Well, except for this part," I said squeezing my cock through my jeans.
Brad went on to explain his plan of buying some condos in an older high rise, fixing them up and renting them out as short-term rentals. The condo market in our town, a capital city with a major university, was surprisingly soft. One-bedroom units could be had for around $100k, much less than we had borrowed to develop the storage units.
The plan held water when we put it together on paper to show our banker, Ted. Ted was a slender, younger guy, probably about 35 or so. He had a nice full head of sandy blond hair, blue eyes and when he took his glasses off, was a pretty hot looking dude. As far as either of us knew, he was as straight as an arrow, but whenever he stepped out of the room when we were at the bank with him, Brad and I would exchange knowing glances and later would talk about what a fine piece of ass he was.
"Guys, we can definitely extend the credit to you to buy some condos. Bring me a deal," Ted said.
Brad and I high fived and met up with a realtor the very next day. We saw some real garbage that morning, places with obvious problems that would never work as short-term rentals. Then, we hit pay dirt with the Portman Building. Once an old warehouse, it had been renovated into one-, two- and three-bedroom condos. We couldn't believe the price and when we checked the place out, it was actually better than the pictures.
We looked at several units and decided a two-bedroom bath and a half model would be the most rentable and was a good deal for the money.
"I think this is it," Brad said.
"Great, let's make an offer," I added.
"Well, let me show you something before you decide," the agent said. He heads us back to the hall bathroom, where he pulled back a shade and urged us to lean around the toilet to peer outside.
"Jameson Park," I said.
"Yeah, so?" Dan shot back.
"It's a hangout for homeless people," I added. The realtor stood there silently, not wanting to say anything either way, but wanting us to know what we were getting ourselves into.
We told the agent we had a lot to discuss and left him there to lock up. Then we headed over on foot toward Jameson Park just to see how bad the situation really was. On the surface, the park looked fine. There was a big open field, a band shell and some basketball courts. But once you got inside and started to look around, you noticed homeless dudes lying in the shade and under some of the bushes. Walking across the open field you came to an area where you could look down on a tree-covered valley where there were tents and even campfires going.
"I don't know man, right now I'd say the condos in the Portman are gonna go up in value, even with this, but what if it all turns on us and we lose our investment?" Brad said.
We took a few weeks to think about it. Every now and then when we had free time, we'd drive through the area and just look at the situation. One Thursday evening, I noticed a man in his 50s with a backpack coming out of the park.
"Some of these dudes are kinda hot," I told Brad. "Look at him, he's got a real kind of Chris Hemsworth quality to him."
Brad laughed, then as the man got closer, he realized I was right.
"Dude's not bad looking at all. His beard and long hair are sexy," he said.
"You know a lot of these guys probably jack off together, hell suck each other whatever. I'll bet some would do anything for a few bucks," I said.
"Dave, you're one sick mother fucker," Brad said, laughing.
About a week later, the Realtor called and let us know the owners of the building had dropped the price on the unit we had seen. We couldn't resist and despite our hesitation about Jameson Park, the deal was a go.
After the closing, we spent a few Saturdays, Sundays and evenings painting, refinishing floors. and putting together new Ikea furniture. These work sessions always ended with our traditional blowjob exchange and even a sweaty fuck or two. I had just shot my load up Brad's hairy ass when his phone dinged, letting him know our wives were headed up the elevator with linens and odds and ends for the rental. We quickly zipped up and I ran to the bathroom to wait for my boner to go down. That was a close call!
We listed the place on-line and waited for customers. They came in spurts and after each one, we had to go down and clean up and get the place ready for the next rental customer. Brad handled most of them because his schedule was more flexible, but sometimes we'd end up going together.
One weekend our wives were both gone on a shopping trip, so we decided to camp out in our own rental and experience it like a customer, or at least that was the cover story. The real truth was we wanted to experience sex together in a real bed instead of a garage, woods or camping somewhere.
I don't have much of a romantic streak in me, but I have to admit that when we were finally alone, having takeout in the condo naked after sex, my heart was full. Brad never looked sexier to me, and knowing we had the whole night to enjoy one another in a real bed undisturbed for hours made me so horny I could hardly finish my barbecue dinner.
"Let's shower up after this," Brad said setting his food aside and settling back in his chair. I had just sucked it, but his big dick was already summoning me for more. It laid across his thigh like a lazy snake in the sun. A little dribble of cum was oozing out of his piss slit and I longed to lick it off.
I finished too and we headed for the bathroom. We made out under the cascading water of the rain shower head we had installed together. I washed his cock, restoring his erection as my own bobbed up and down. Then I knelt before him and licked and sucked his tool, loving the fact that I could take my time and enjoy pleasuring him.
Because he was hard, I didn't expect what happened next. Brad pushed the shower head away from our bodies and held his cock by the base. I looked up at him expectantly. Then, miraculously, he began to piss on me. I opened my mouth and drank it, allowing his hot, salty stream to fill my mouth again and again. He looked down at me with those eyes and held my head so his piss stream would stay right in my open mouth.
We had talked about doing this together and decided when the moment was right, we'd try it. But since I can't piss with a boner, I figured Brad couldn't either. Nonetheless, there I was on my knees drinking sexy Brad's piss. I felt so slutty and so close to him at the same time. When he was done, we rinsed off and exited with throbbing hardons.
After drying off we fell into bed and worked ourselves into a hot 69. I ate Brad's ass like a man getting out of prison with his first meal. Then, reaching for the lube, I got us both so slick and wet I wondered if I had over done it a bit. When we fucked in the garage or the woods, it usually was just with spit or maybe some Vaseline we had stashed somewhere. To use actual silicone lube was a real pleasure for both of us.
Brad's tight, muscled ass never felt better. The load I had put in there an hour or so ago and all that lube made it feel so damn nice. I had him doggy on the big queen-sized bed, the full-length mirror had been moved so we could clearly watch ourselves fuck and man did we look hot! My bearish, hairy body slamming into his manly ass and him arching his back to get as much of my dick as possible.
I almost came, so I repositioned us, so I was on top of him, and his legs were wrapped around my torso. I kissed him passionately and felt myself about to let go. I raised up a little, giving Brad access to his big dick, which he began jerking like a horny teenager. That set me off and I fired another load deep into my lover's guts.
We panted, kissed and I started to recover when I realized Brad hadn't cum yet. He pushed me off of himself and stood beside the bed, jacking off. Unsure what he wanted to do next, I looked at him and smiled.
"Turn over, bitch!" he said jokingly. "It's my turn now."
With that, I slid down so I was bent over the bed with my round ass fully accessible for fucking. He spat on his hard dick and tried to enter me, making it hurt like hell.
"Fuck, man. Use some lube!" I cried out.
"Pussy!" he said before lubing up his cock and my ass and re-entering.
This time I was all ready for him. His massive rod entered me slowly but deeply, filling me up but not really hurting me. Brad's a good top. He let me get used to his meat inside me before he began pumping.
I relaxed as much as I could, then he handed me a bottle of poppers. I took one hit and loosened up so much that Brad was able to sink into me up to his big balls and pubes. I was completely his now. He began pumping faster and faster, his balls slapping my ass and the hard fucking making slick, wet sounds filling the room. He grabbed my wrists and forearms as if he was forcing himself on me. I loved the feeling of being completely submitted to him and under his full control.
"Fuck my ass, Daddy!" I said.
"You like this, bitch?" he shot back.
"Fuck yes! Fuck me!"
Brad started slamming his body against mine, rocking the whole bed frame. All I could do was whimper and groan. It hurt some, but it was also so hot and was hitting my prostate just right putting me on the edge of another orgasm.
"I'm gonna bust...fucking breed you...uuuuhh" he grunted as he let go inside of me.
We laid there for a long time, his draining cock still in me. I loved feeling his weight on my body, holding me in place and his beard and hot breath on my neck. Brad is so many things to me, I thought. A friend, but more than a friend. A lover, but even more than a lover, really. I can never get enough of him.
When we finally uncoupled, we grabbed some cold beers and headed for the balcony. It isn't much. The two of us, two simple chairs and a small table barely fit out there. It overlooks the parking lot, but in the distance, you can see the few tall buildings our downtown area has, a por excuse for a "skyline" and laughable to even call it that by New York standards.
It must have been around midnight. We lit some cigars and slipped our shorts off to sit naked in the darkness, figuring no one could see us. We're both nudists and loved the feel of the cool night air on our balls and ass cracks, especially after hot sex. We chatted about this and that, as we always do. Then, during a quiet moment, Brad spotted something in the corner of the lot by the trash corral.
"Dave, do you see that? Someone's over there," he whispered.
I could just barely make out a taller image and a shorter one. They stood by the wooden fence around the trash containers, then one of them slowly opened its gate and both slipped inside.
"Probably the homeless dudes," I said. "Sad, but they are probably looking for something to eat in the trash."
We sat there quietly for a while. Then Brad got an idea. We had lots of leftovers we probably would throw out in the morning. Why not head down there and offer something to them? So we hurriedly dressed, went downstairs with the grub and as Brad flung open the gate to the corral, I shined the flashlight ahead of us inside.
There, on his knees, was the hot, "Chris Hemsworth" homeless guy we'd seen around, sucking what looked like about a 10" cock of a thin, young black man. They scrambled for cover as Dave slammed the gate shut and we looked at each other stunned by what we had just seen!
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