This account is based upon several actual circumstances, a real friendship, and is embellished with fictional sexual activities borne from the desires, which beat in my heart for that friend.
True Friendship Brings True Love By Damien Chadswirth Contact at baybeacher@yahoo.com
We became friends while I was on assignment away from home. His name was Troy and he was a charming, friendly, outgoing, intelligent character. The meeting was by chance. He came into my office to volunteer his time for a community project. When I first laid my eyes on him I almost melted. Troy was not an overly stunning "pretty boy" but rather a strikingly, handsome fellow with good looks that had a rugged edge to them. His light brown skin covered a solid, stocky, muscular 5'6" frame. His light brown, almond shaped eyes were set perfectly. His soft, black curly hair was done in a square cut with a fade on the sides and he possessed a neatly trimmed goatee. His African-American and Italian background bestowed upon him a very light brown skin tone and soft features. The combination of these looks, his melodic, mildly deep voice, an air of confidence and an aura of charm and warmth just made him glow in my eyes. I was awestruck.
In a short time we became friends and good ones at that. Troy was insightful, helpful and always comforting. He maintained a consistent sense of humor that was contagious. Around him you always felt safe and secure. He was adaptable to any environment and situation. Troy was a take charge type of guy and he always led the way to fun and enjoyment without being the slightest bit over bearing. Sometimes these good times could almost run right up to the point of being outrageous but somehow, in a very nonchalant manner, Troy managed to never let an evening go overboard. He was the perfect balance of all things. He possessed an incredible work ethic, great personal values, was compassionate, yet strong and fun loving. Living two hours away from him, I often spent weekends at his place. Here there were many occasions when I got to see Troy in nothing more than a pair of boxers as we just lounged around in the morning or late at night. On those occasions I found his body to be so wonderful and as I hid my developing hard on I wished there were a way to get him out of those boxer shorts to see those more personal, private parts. On these weekends we often went to clubs with a group of his friends. Troy was a friend with everyone. So at most clubs we got in for free and were often showered with drinks. As the alcohol flowed it helped to relax me and it also fueled my desire to wrap my arms around Troy and kiss him. However, Troy was straight. Hell, so was I. Having only had one guy to guy experience with a good friend during my teen years while he was asleep, I never considered my gay, for the most part anyway. Sometimes Troy and I even went out it was with his great looking and steady girlfriend of many years. So my desire to physically celebrate the close bond of our friendship and my true love of and appreciation for Troy was not going to come to fruition.
After two years my frustrations were strained. Our friendship had grown closer and we were again employed together in the same office. As time passed I got to see that Troy was quite open-minded. He had a couple of close friends who were gay and I learned that once upon a time he was even a bouncer for a gay club. Troy often made references to how much he liked girls and little comments like
"this back door is exit only".
I often thought they were polite signals meant to spare me any embarrassing rejection of any possible sexual overture I might make towards him. Maybe my desires beyond emotional friendship were obvious. With Troy I was never quite too sure. None of this helped to curtail my hunger for him and working together everyday only increased my lust for him. It did however afford some opportunities. Like having him join me at my gym after work one time. When the workout was over and it was time to shower, Troy never gave me much chance to see more than his big, firm, muscular, bubble butt. His body was the essence of masculinity. His massive chest, thighs and sculpted calves were sprinkled with sparse black hair and were the perfect surrounding for that beautiful butt and broad back. And when I saw it all in the buff for the first time, I swear I must have drooled. At the lockers, as he sat on the bench and took off his towel, I did get a peak, over his shoulder, of his man meat. A truly perfect, brown, mushroom capped, cock that sat atop what couldn't have been more than a 3 inch long shaft and was scrunched upward between his thick, beefy thighs and poking up over his balls. It was only a quick glimpse that I practically ignored for fear of showing interest but that brief glance made my mouth water, my knees weak and sparked a flame in me that could not be dowsed.
A few weeks later Troy and I went on a 3-day, weekend symposium for work. When we arrived at our hotel we just laid down on our separate beds for a little rest after the long drive there. We decided to take it easy and just have dinner at the hotel restaurant and watch some television. Before dinner we decided to shower. Troy went first and when he came out he was wrapped in a towel. He made his way past me to the other side of the room by his bed. I looked his way and with his back towards me he removed the towel. His beautiful big, muscular ass made me shudder. With his back still facing me he put on a pair of tight, blue, jockey-like briefs. I thought it odd because I only knew him to wear boxers but when he turned around I fell in love with the sight. He looked so hot. His massive, v-shaped torso and shapely, muscular legs all bare. The naked exception being those briefs, which contained a rather large, smooth, plump bulge that I just wanted to cup, fondle and nuzzle my face in. Instead I just stripped to my boxers, went into the bathroom and took my shower.
Once ready we left our room for a long, leisurely and dinner. Afterwards we were back in our room where we laid in our separate beds watching television and chatting. He and I had stripped down. Troy down to his briefs and I to my boxers shorts. Not that this mattered because nothing happened. We did speak of sex a bit though. There was a high school prom being celebrated at the hotel and we could hear the music coming from the ballroom. Troy made mention of how he would love to get some high school tail. I replied with certainty over his ability to at least get the prom queen to blow him. Than I started challenging him to try.
I told him "go ahead, we could crash the party and I bet you'll have a nice puffy set of lips lapping up your balls, licking your stick and slurping down a mouthful of your juice".
He responded with a slight moan followed by
"I could go for that right now".
I had no response. The fear from taking advantage of the opportunity presented by that statement paralyzed me. There was a lingering silence for a few minutes. Then we just got into the Steven Segal, action movie playing out on the boob tube. Troy drifted off to sleep. I tried to sleep but at best my nocturnal rest was a sporadic one. I just kept looking over to Troy's bed debating whether to make a move or not.
When morning came we prepared for the symposium. This time I showered first. When I came out of the bathroom Troy went in and I slowly dried off by the mirror in front of our beds. I had my underwear on and was blow-drying my hair when he came out of the bathroom. Once again he was wrapped in a towel. My heart immediately jumped at the thought of seeing more of Troy when he removed the white, terry cloth covering adorning his waist. As I continued combing my hair, in the mirror I saw Troy sit on the foot of his bed. I than accidentally dropped my brush and as I knelt down and turned around to pick it up I also caught sight of the full package I yearned for. With Troy's legs spread slightly apart, as he sat on the edge of the bed with the towel cinched at his waist, it stretched flat across his lap and afforded me an unobstructed view of his luscious, limp cock resting over two beautiful, brown balls. My mouth watered and I lost balance only to grab one of his knees. I looked up at him and he stared at me saying in his own inimitable way
"ya-alright".
I said
"yea...sorry `bout that".
As I stood up I stared at him. My love, lust and lack of patience overwhelmed me and I said
"excuse me for this but I got do it".
I put my hand on his strong, hairy chest and slowly pushed his torso back down on to the bed as I knelt down at his feet. I lowered my head under the towel and between his legs. With my free hand I lifted his cock and put it to my lips. As I kissed the smooth helmeted cock head my other hand cupped one of his powerful pecs. Then I slurped his schlong all the way into my mouth. I was sucking his smooth, spongy, puffy, moisture missile and it was growing thicker...harder...longer. Troy let out a soft, low whimper while he lay back on the bed with my head under the towel between his spread open legs, hanging over the side. At that moan I took my hands off of his chest, loosened the towel from his waist and pulled it open. With my left hand I cradled his balls and with the right I grasped his cock shaft as I raised my head off of it. I then glanced straight ahead to see Troy's face raised off the bed looking at me with a slightly stunned yet pleasant grin on his face. I said
"I told you that you'll have to excuse me but I can't help it ...I love you and have wanted to do this with you since we first met".
At that he said,
"well as long as you know I won't be returning the favor, you can go to town".
And to town I went. Hard, Troy was about 6" long and almost 3" wide and all of his velvety smooth cock just slid down my throat. I swirled my tongue around his plump shaft as I bobbed my head up and down. I loved it and within a matter of 5 minutes Troy moaned out
"I'm gonna shoot off ...you wanna take it?"
I sighed an immediate
"Mmm-hum"
and with that he placed his loving hands on the back of my head and gently ran his fingers through my hair. I soon felt an incredibly slick drop of precum. I was overjoyed at bringing him to this point...at sharing this experience with my Troy. I became light headed with the rush of excitement. A few moments later with just one big upward thrust of his husky hips, Troy shot the most plentiful and strongest stream of male essence that I could ever have imagined. It was thick,...real thick, ...pungent and so silky sweet with just a hint of tartness. There were about four or five more consecutive shots that were less powerful but equally sweet and plentiful. I swallowed, opened my eyes and slowly raised my head up along the shaft as I peered over Troy's chest. I continued to lick the still hard prong clean and saw Troy lift his head off the bed and look back over his heaving chest at me. With a slight grin and his voice all out breath he said...
"well that wasn't on the agenda...ya `alright?"
I plopped his puffy prick out my mouth and looking into his eyes I told him that
"aside from a little embarrassment I was better than alright."
As I let go of his maleness and stood up Troy said, "don't be embarrassed it took two tango and we are the only two to know about it".
I thanked him for understanding and he told me there was no need for that ...
"I should thank you, that was the best head I think I ever had" he said.
As we both began to clean up and once again prepare for the symposium I mentioned that if he didn't mind I would really like to get intimate with him again. I explained that, doing it with him, was more than sex. To me it was really love and that sharing an intimacy that none of his many other friends could experience with him provided me with a real sense of closeness to him that I needed. Troy thought about it for a moment and told me that he understood where I was coming from. Still naked, he grabbed my shoulder, and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms around him as he put one arm around my back and cradled my head next to his with the other hand. Troy said
"I feel close to you too...but I can't get into reciprocating with a blow job".
I looked at him and said...
"I don't need that but how about a kiss?"
He closed his eyes and we gently placed our lips against one another. We broke away and got dressed. He stated how he couldn't believe we did that but then Troy continued... "I guess you really can't knock it `till you try it".
With that we went on with some casual banter and made references to the day to come, the work involved and soon we were out of our room and conducting the business at hand.
As the day progressed Troy and I went on without any of the uneasiness or detachment from each other that I feared would result from my display of love and our physical intimacy. Things were great and I was elated. Later, at night, after a banquet dinner and attending some symposium related parties with free flowing liquor Troy and I were getting ready to call it a night. I had a little buzz but Troy, who can hold his liquor better than anyone I know, was really buzzed. He still conducted himself appropriately but I could tell he was a little louder and a bit more rambunctious than usual.
On our way up to our room Troy made remarks about the day being a productive one and he joked about some of the people. At one point while walking up a staircase he even spoke of this one hot girl...
"she's engaged but she sure seemed like she wanted to ride the pony...if you know what I'm sayin'...heh.heh"
and then he slapped my butt for emphasis. The slap startled me and I jumped a little bit but then I turned around, stood at his side, draped my arm over his shoulder and as we continued walking up the stairs I placed my lips gently against his ear and softly spoke
"well you know as long as it means more than just a ride, to you, I'd like to try to saddle up that big pony of yours"
Troy just gave this wickedly, mischievous and guttural laugh and said
"what are close friends for?"
When we got in our room I gently kissed his cheek and started pealing him out of his clothes. We sat on his bed and stripped to our underwear. I then laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him. He put one around my back and we lay there. I soon ran my hand to the fly of his boxers, slipped my fingers inside and curled them around his soft, perky dick. I told Troy that this was so special to me. I explained that I knew neither of us was going to change our lifestyles but I was glad that we could share each other like this. Troy surprised me by saying that he wasn't
"into gay stuff but" he continued..."What we have doesn't seem gay, it just seems right".
With that I went down on him and he was harder than granite within a minute. I slowly made my way up his body licking and kissing his belly and chest. I sucked one of his nipples while I gently tweaked the silvery nipple ring that he possessed in the other. My tongue traveled further up his hair sprinkled chest and I licked my way up his neck and chin until I reached his sexy lips and stared deep into his eyes. He rolled us over and lay on top of me. We kissed. He slipped me his tongue and we devoured one another as he peeled down my boxer briefs and slipped his boxers down his legs, kicking them off with his feet. His breath was intoxicating to me. It was fresh and hot with a hint of alcohol, which created just a bit of a "bad boy" persona about him that added to the excitement. In the throws of passion I said
"fuck me, NO,..... I mean... make love to me, my brother."
He asked if I was sure and I responded by telling him to
"give it to me".
He got up on his knees, flipped me over on to my stomach, kneaded my butt, slapped my ass cheeks then spread them apart. Suddenly I felt him dribble his saliva right into my hole. Than with one hand clenching my crack open and closed I heard him spit into the other hand. I soon heard the sluicing and sloshing of his spit as he ran his hand up and down his beautiful boner. Quickly he raised himself up, put both hands on my ass as he spread my cheeks and lay atop me. He pushed himself forward and lined his cock up with my hole. It felt warm and sturdy but silky. Troy said
"you ready"
and I just pushed my ass up closer against his cock. He slowly increased the pressure until his perfect prick penetrated me. He let out a sigh of contentment and I winced in pain. It was a momentary pain but it was sharp. Troy noticed and with the hairs of his manly chest tickling my back and his mouth at my ear asked again
"ya alright".
I was o.k. But I knew that I only had the head of his cock inside of me and I was afraid of how much pain there would be if he got just another inch in me but I wanted my lover, my best friend. I wanted to please him and share this most intimate side of each other. I told Troy to just take it slow. He lay right on top of me while keeping his butt raised slightly in the air. With my arms stretched out flat on the bed, past my head, Troy placed his arms over mine and gently interlaced his fingers with my fingers. Ever so slowly he would lower his ass thereby penetrating more of his thick rod into and up my chute. He was nibbling on my ear lobes and licking my neck and before I knew it his lush, curly, jungle of thick, silky soft, curly, black pubic hair was mashed against my ass cheeks. I had taken all he had to give. He whispered in my ear
"you got all of me inside you... your ass is so sweet...it's the tightest, smoothest thing I've ever felt".
My sentiments were echoed when I replied...
"well than lil' brother...feel it up".
With that, Troy slowly pulled out and pushed back in. After about 8 of these long, slow, sensuous strokes the pace slowly increased. Soon I felt no pain but instead I felt like I was being massaged from the inside out. I also started to be overcome by the fact that my best friend the person whom I most trust and admire and whose company I most enjoy and appreciate was inside of me. I felt the ridge of his cock's crown slipping in and out of my gut and I was warm all over. Troy' s pace was quickening rapidly. His downward thrusts were beginning to smash me into the mattress and his breath on my neck was getting hotter and coming in faster gasps. The bed bounced. He was moaning and I was groaning. This went on for more than twenty minutes. He was telling me how great my ass felt and that he can't hold back much longer. To that I told him that I want to look him in his beautiful eyes as he plowed my ass so he pulled himself out of me, flipped me over on to my back, pushed my legs back to my chest, again spit into my ass and plopped his hot rod back in me. I sighed in pleasure and he just hummed a steady buzz of ohhs and ahhs. We looked at each other and while pumping me hard Troy again rattled off cries of disbelief over how good it felt. I returned the mutual sentiments between gasps of ecstasy at each thrust of his beautiful body. Then Troy grabbed my legs, raised them straight up into the air and flat against his chest as increased his pace. He pistoned in and out of me so hard and fast that I could hardly breathe. Suddenly Troy looked into my eyes and said
"OHHHH...I love you"
and with that he bent my legs back against my chest brought his lips to mine, opened his mouth wide and entwined our tongues together as he thrust his hips hard into me and shot a flood of cream that coated my insides with a sloppy, all consuming, warmth that I can never forget.
As Troy lie atop and inside of me, with his chest heaving endlessly and arms holding me tightly, I realized that while I was lost looking into his eyes, which were so full of passion, I came too. My seed was all over our mashing, heaving chests. We came together.
Troy never pulled out of my ass. Sometime during the night his softening cock slipped out of me but we woke up in each other's arms and when we spoke of our love making it was with disbelief... disbelief in what we did and that it happened but also of how good it was and that we didn't do it sooner. Troy smiled at me and said
"well you and I sure don't need to look very far to get some anymore...I think I got all I can handle right here".
With that said the rest of the weekend went on and the rest of our lives began.
The physical merging of our relationship actually tightened our bond of friendship. We really became closer. Troy, who never really spoke of his own emotions, began to discuss those previously unspoken sentiments, but only to me and that made me feel even more special.
Nowadays distance and diverging paths in our careers keep us apart a little more than it once did but we are always in touch. When we do get together we share all of the events that we experience in our lives. We also make love with one another when we can. He still plays the offense and that's fine by me. But Troy has enjoyed having me kiss that rear entrance of his and stick my tongue up there. The first time I rimmed him he lay on his stomach and I held his cock between the mattress and his stomach as I ate him out. I was in heaven while my face was buried between his tight, meaty glutes, lapping at his chute, knowing that I was truly going where no man (or woman) has gone before. After only a few minutes Troy saw stars and yelled out in ecstasy as he blew his wad in my hand and allover the bed. While I held his manhood it jerked in spasms so violent that while he was cumming I thought his cock had a life of its own. I was glowing with pride over my ability to give him such a memorable and pleasurable first experience.
As time has gone by Troy has jacked me off and he has even blown me. The first time this happened he was dropping me off at the train station. While driving in his car I placed my hand on his and held it tight. One thing led to another and he steered the car on to a deserted road. There, parked in a very secluded area, he pulled me to him and we kissed. His hands wandered to the log hardening down the right leg of my jeans. Troy ripped open the button of my pants then yanked down the zipper. While mouthing me with the most masculine and intoxicating kiss he simultaneously manipulated my hard 6 incher out of my jeans and jerked my cock. Suddenly he stopped kissing me and dove down into my lap. At first he tentatively licked the eye of my tiger which was already dribbling with excitement. A second later his plush, soft lips gobbled my meat all the way down to the root. He bobbed up and down maybe a dozen times before I told him that I was losing it. He raised his head from my lap to kiss me as his warm hand jacked me off to the sweetest climax I ever had to that point in my life. When I came back down to earth Troy pulled an errant strand of my pubic hair from his mouth and said...
"that wasn't bad... I didn't think I could ever bring myself to do that"
Since that time, just as before it, I never ask or hint that I want it. He just, occasionally, does it. He has even rimmed me a few times. None of that is necessary though because I truly get off on just being with him and knowing that I please him but it is added icing on this cake that I believe we mixed with friendship and baked with love.