After Game Night

After Game Night — Part 1 (Adult Friends)

Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe "inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send feedback along to AtlantisGuy@aol.com

After Game Night — Part 1

Nick's a great guy... hell, we're both great guys. But the thing is, we're both... well, you know... guys. Which is why what happened that night caught me so off guard.

To begin. Everyone calls me Buck, a play off my last name. I first met Nick a few years back when I hired him. It was seasonal work for an organization I worked for, as part of their summer festival—the kind of gig that provided a massive amount of hours over a 2-month period, which made it a popular summer job option for folks in college. I had taken that track myself and stayed with it, working my way up the chain of command and scoring a permanent position on the full-time staff. At age 26, I had risen to become the head manager, in charge of hiring, training and supervising the event staff.

And I have to say I was in the prime of life. Far out enough from college to have my shit together, but still young enough that there were wide-open possibilities for life. I worked out fairly regularly to keep myself in good shape, coming in at 6 feet tall, with a trim athletic build covered with a dusting of body hair I never bothered to manscape. With good looks and an upbeat personality, I was popular within my social circles and had notable luck with the ladies. I tried to keep a professional look going for work, but at heart I was a scruffy, T-shirt and jeans kind of guy. All in all, life was good.

Hiring for the summer was a whirlwind. Because we had to hire a sizable number of people in a short period of time, we ran group interviews, with me and a couple other co-workers I brought in to get feedback on the applicants. All was going well, perfectly mundane and orderly... and then Nick came in for his interview.

His effect on the two women sitting in on the interview was... considerable, and juuuuuust this side of embarrassing. As for me? Well, I never thought of myself as anything but a perfectly normal, red-blooded straight guy... but even I gaped. He was the living embodiment of the All-American Guy. He was handsome, at that exact middle point between being a pretty boy and a rugged hunk. His eyes were... I dunno, bright. With a killer smile. And it was clear from the way his clothes hung on him that he had a strong athletic frame. More than anything, there was an air of casual, effortless masculinity about him. And loads of friendly charm.

Nick also had an air of... cockiness? going on. Certainly confidence. We learned he was part-way through law school, and he gave off a vibe that he was very comfortable in his opinions, and that any argument was his for the winning. Not exactly a red flag, but notable. I took a chance and hired him; when I told the others who helped interview him, one of the women gave me a lurid grin, and made a pointed request to let her know if he ever got "naughty" and needed to be "disciplined."

Once the summer season got under way, I started to have second thoughts about my new hire Nick. What read as "confidence" in the hiring process became "being insufferable" during the work shifts. Jesus, the man argued about everything. He always had "better" ideas and was a walking suggestions box. Everyone was rapidly losing all patience with him.

In one of my better moves as a supervisor, I decided to take a different approach with Nick. Ok... if he was going to bristle against authority and loudly announce how our systems were all screwed up, why not make him put his money where his mouth was. One day, I approached him at the start of a shift and said, "Hey Nick, let me ask you something. You know the supply tent is a nightmare. We try to organize it, but it ends up being trashed again by the end of a shift. We need to organize it so folks can get to the supplies fast, but it needs to be set up so that it stays organized and is easy to maintain. How would you go about it?"

Put this way, as a problem we trusted him to fix, and I swear the guy was a better problem-solver than MacGyver. He threw himself into the project and totally changed how we organized everything, leading to massive time-savings. Doing inventory became... fun. And soon he was doing this with every idiot project we dropped in his lap to keep him busy.

And along the way, he went from being a jerk to being among our more popular employees. I think it was a case where once he felt like he was being valued, he became more comfortable in his skin and stopped trying to "prove" himself all the time. He relaxed, and the real Nick came out. He went from being a know-it-all to just an interesting guy, with a huge range of interests and quirky tastes.

Over time, we actually became pretty good friends, and stayed in contact well after the summer ended and he headed back to law school. We weren't what I'd think of as best friends, and we had our own social circles, but when we did get together we'd have a blast. We both dreamed about travel. He had absolutely thrown himself into becoming a grill master, and we started comparing notes on new, improved rubs and sauces as he worked out his various ideas. Similarly, I had starting branching off into making hand-made, craft cocktails, and he enthusiastically sampled my latest mad-scientist concoctions and provided helpful feedback.

Time passed. A few years later, after I found the perfect girl, Nick and I were still close enough that I invited him my wedding... and a year or so after that he returned the favor for his. We had the kind of friendship where we didn't see each other for long stretches at a time, but when we did meet back up things fell right into place. It also helped that our wives got along, too.

Nick and I had been in one of those quieter, low-power phases when out of the blue I got a message from him. A good friend of his named Greg was trying to organize a weekly game night with another of their friends... would I have any interest in rounding out the foursome?

I contemplated. I knew Greg somewhat; our paths had crossed professionally a few times, and I knew him to be a good guy. It could be fun. But I was also very much aware that I hadn't played board games for years... I had no idea about these new, hard-core games with a zillion pieces and rule books as thick as a novel. But in the end, I was intrigued enough to agree. Guys, after all, are horrible at making friends after college, and as much as I loved my wife, I was looking forward to male companionship... where we could drink a bit too much, eat food that would rot our guts, swear a bit too loudly, and generally be ourselves.

I agreed, and Game Night was on!

And in short order Game Night was a cornerstone of our lives. All in all, it was a good group of guys, with us four regulars and a shortlist of "extras" who drifted by as they could. We agreed to a fixed, recurring night every week, and with rare exceptions stuck to it.

And... well, one of the reasons I loved my pack of hoodlums was that we ended up being there for each other. No matter how brutally competitive we were on the gameboard, no matter how many red-faced shouting matches we got into, we were always bedrock in each other's' corner. As time went by, we helped each other navigate layoffs, personal disputes, and the birth of a couple of kids. But we didn't do so in that gauzy, bubble-bath way that women support each other. I mean, we almost always talked about our problems indirectly; the more personal it was, the more studiously we fiddled with the dice or worker tokens. The more pain involved, the less eye-contact we made. And yet in our indirect, manly way we had each other's backs... all the while studiously doing something else. Plus, we kept up rough language, spilled drinks, ball-busting, trash talking, and humor that would have had to be considerably elevated to be considered "low."

And through it all, Nick and I keep up a strong friendship of our own. Outside Game Night we'd continue to shoot each other news stories or movie clips if we thought the other one would be interested. Our wives became friends, and more than once we would do all rounds of bar trivia. I also sometimes got the vibe that he... huh, I don't know quite how to explain it. Like he really looked up to me, like a big brother thing. I chuckled that he seemed to feel that way; I had only been his boss for like 3 months, nearly 10 years previously.

One evening, Game Night got all changed up. Greg, the usual host, had to give way, as his in-laws were in town to dote on Greg's son, and a crew of loud guys ragging each other about this or that misplayed move was in no way going to fly at his house. That week, my wife was going to be out of town for a long weekend, so we shifted to my place, with Greg getting a temporary Leave of Absence to join us. We ended up moving Game Night to Friday night to take advantage of my empty house. Well, at least Nick and I could take advantage of it... neither of us had kids to rouse us out of bed at dawn. I appreciated one particular aspect about hosting--I was free to get shit-faced on my own cocktails for a change. I ordered up a shit-ton of Chinese food for us to devour, and got the house ready.

The crew was in excellent form. But as it turned out, that week's game ended up moving faster than usual. After a relatively quick round, Greg decided he should high-tail it back to tend to his inlaws—always a wise move—and our other regular, Dave, decided to call it a night as well. Nick held back for bit, which I didn't mind at all. As a proper host, I offered to refresh his adult beverage, and somewhat to my surprise he eagerly took me up on it. I got the idea he wasn't keen on heading home.

Clinking glasses, we launched into a loud, opinionated discussion of a sci-fi novel I had just read at his recommendation. Well into our drinks, our back-and-forth rang out with a few too many cries of "Here's where you're wrong!" for polite company, but was expected among good friends. But I noted that as we talked, his comments had more of an... edge to them. And there was... a bit more intensity in his eyes. What started as playful banter ended up getting... awkward.

After a pause, he breathed out heavily and said, "Sorry Buck, I started treating you like a hostile witness. My bad."

"Nah, we're good," I responded easily. "Anything going on? You didn't seem yourself while we were playing." I didn't point out that it was somewhat unusual for him and I to hang out after Game Night. I mean, I didn't mind hanging out with him. Not at all.

Nick was quiet for a second, reached for his drink and bit back a taste of it. He gave a sigh that was a curious mix of exasperation, frustration, and general weariness, and said, "Oh, just the usual guy complaint. Sarah has completely shut me down." He paused, looking anywhere else. "You know, in bed."

"Ouch. Sorry man," I responded, and diligently studied my drink. After a few beats of silence, I looked up at him again. "Can I ask how long?" I said with a wince that carried into my voice.

"Since Valentine's Day."

I blurted out a response without thinking. "Wait, what? A great guy... a great looking guy like you?" Damn. I mentally kicked myself... that probably only made him feel worse. I shifted gears. "I'm sorry, man. Just... sorry. Not even like a blowjob?"

Nick gave me a frank look that dripped with frustration. "Blowjob? Are you kidding me? Is there any wife who gives out a blowjob? Man, those dried up a couple years ago. And I don't even know if I can complain, as she clearly wasn't into it. Although she likes it just fine when I go down on her. Pffffft!" That last part was accompanied by an eye-roll so intense it about caused structural damage to my ceiling.

"Yeah, I hear you," I commiserated. "Nan's not into it either. Or... particularly skilled."

We both looked meaningfully at each other and started to snicker... before erupting into all-out gales of laughter. "Fuck man, what the hell is with that?" Nick asked, with a sense of wonder.

"Man, I have no idea. But Jesus... all they do is a couple of weak bobs and say, 'My turn!' Don't they know that if they put just a tiny bit of effort into it, the guy would eat out of her hand for the rest of his life?"

"Seriously!" Nick agreed, with indignation ringing in his voice. He went on. "But... I thought she liked the other stuff we did—so did I. But that's petered out, too. And now she's thinking of letting her sister stay with us for awhile to get on her feet. I mean, the last shreds of intimacy just flew out the window."

"Well, I guess that's why God gave us online porn," I offered up helpfully. Nick looked at me with a knowing twinkle in his eye. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was because talking about sex when my wife was out of town had gotten my own juices flowing.

But for some reason, I went on.

Laughingly, I said, "Well, if you can't get action with women, you can always try getting it on with another guy! You know we'll never say 'no!'"

Nick laughed, but made a hurt face and fired back, "Hey, now... what are you saying!"

"Oh come on. You were part of a frat in college, right? Wasn't that just one big gay orgy?"

Nick winced; with a combative sneer, he leaned forward to put his drink down. "Wait, wait, wait, wait wait. Why the hell do people always think that? C'mon, Buck, that is totally not how it goes down."

"Oh please," I egged him on. "Are you saying nothing ever happened?"

"Man... noooooo." He looked off, middle distance, with a bemused expression and went on. "Ok, so I can't say absolutely, positively nothing ever-ever-ever happened. I mean, guys are sexual creatures, and who knows what goes on behind closed doors. Ok, odds are someone was likely gay, and someone was likely curious. Or someone had a bad idea when drunk. But honest to God, it was just not part of the scene. That shit isn't real."

He tilted his head to the side for a second, and kept going. "I mean, there's always some kind of sexual... something in the air. Guys are naked all the time. And guys were throwing their dicks onto a pizza for laughs, or sticking their bare asses in the faces of guys who fell asleep on the couch. But there was never... intent. It was only to be funny, or to be nasty, or to one-up each other. It was never about... well, sex. Maybe there was curiosity, but really... when you spend all that time together, you really do become brothers. It would just feel... off. I never did anything, and I don't know of anyone who did."

I nodded, considering. It was... strange. Maybe it was the booze, but I found myself... intensely curious about Nick's narrative. In part, because I had never really had known anyone close enough to have a... well, nuts and bolts conversation about guys getting it on. I mean, I had had gay co-workers, and even gay friends within my circle before, but no one close enough to really have a real conversation about all this.

And at the same time, I realized with a strange mixture of emotions that I had been particularly interested to know if Nick himself had had any experiences. I mean, I'd been curious about what it would be like going to town with a guy, but I'd never in a million years make a move. Nick was, I freely admit, the sexiest guy I knew. There was a particular voyeur interest if he'd ever made the plunge. Something inside me wished... that he had.

There was a pause, as I continued to nurse my feelings, and Nick continued to stare off. Something seemed to be tickling the back of his mind. Finally, he continued, in a lighter, musing tone. "You know, there was one guy who hung around the house every once in a while. I... think... I think he was the brother... no, the step brother of one of the guys. A year or two older. He... I think he liked me."

My excitement flared again. "I'm sure about it stud... you're the hottest guy I know!" I was ribbing him, but being perfectly honest. Although part of me winced that I sounded, you know... too eager.

"Stand down, Buck," he fired back. "You're the hot one. God, that summer we worked together, all the women were fighting to get on your shift, so they could sit around and drool. The rest of us never had a shot!"

I was so completely stunned by his out-of-the blue, off-the-cuff response, that I just sat there. Blinking. He thought... I was the hottest guy around...? What the...?

Nick went on, as if he had never dropped that bombshell in my lap. "No, this guy liked me, and even made a move on me. It wasn't a bad one, either." Nick smirked at the memory. "Good looking guy, but I wasn't interested, not at all my type, and let him down easy. He then pivoted with barely a thought, and became my wingman. Whenever he was in town. He was... amazing, best wing man I ever had. If a gay guy ever offers to do that, you take him up on it."

I laughed, and raised my glass to this long-past wingman, as I took a deep gulp. This conversation was... giving me a lot to think about.

Nick picked up his own drink and nursed it thoughtfully for a moment. "I've never really said this, but... aw, hell. Nevermind."

"No, what...?" I pushed him, suddenly finding myself intensely curious about where this was going.

"Well..." He sighed lightly. "I guess it's just that... well, I was curious. A little. Not much, and not enough to do anything about it. I've never done anything with a guy, but I think all guys... wonder." I grunted in assent. "I think it was later where I realized that that was probably my only chance. I mean, I'd never have the balls to hit on a guy myself. But maybe it would have been... good. Maybe I've been missing something. Just... I've thought about it. Not of him... but what it would be like."

That comment, so casually tossed off, ripped through my mind, bringing my whole being into focus. So, Nick was... curious about things. Well, at least he had been. My mind flashed as I realized in concrete terms that it wasn't just me who had wondered. I mean... well, logically, I would assume that every guy did at some point in his life, but it was a very different thing to have my hot buddy openly admit to the specifics.

But there was more. As Nick's story swirled in the back of my own mind, something I had not thought of in a very long time suddenly started bubbling up. "Well, as long as we're being honest here..." I took another drink of liquid courage, and set my glass down before continuing. "It's funny, but something like that happened to me back in college, too. I was good friends with a couple of guys who were roommates. I would swing by their dorm every now and again... and... this guy lived next door to them. They were all friends... you know, neighbors and all. And he was gay. Out and everything, totally gay. As it turned out, this neighbor and I were both in one of those big lecture classes. And... long story short, I... I found out he liked me. Like, liked me."

"Hot guy like you, of course he did!"

Again, the comment caught me off guard. It was weird, as he was likely only busting my chops, but... for some reason I was distracted as I continued. "Well, yeah, I guess. So he had a thing for me. And there was no way I was going to take him up on it... I was trying to run down this other hottie, and I was like 'hell no I'm not gay!' But... whew. If I am perfectly honest, I wondered about him too. About... us. About what a couple of guys would do. But that kinda freaked me out. And he... kinda freaked me out. I... feel bad. It was my first time experiencing anything like this, and I think I overcompensated. Not that I started gay-bashing him or anything, but just kinda... ran away. And the thing is, even at the time I knew what a pussy I was being. I wasn't going to catch 'being gay' from him... or anyone else. Over time, I calmed down, got a grip on myself and grew up. Certainly no problem with gay guys now. But... yeah. Looking back, I wonder if I missed my one-and-only chance. My golden opportunity to try something. And now it's too late."

I slid into silence, my mind swimming in memories. But there was more... I can't believe I was telling Nick this. Telling any guy this, but especially not Nick. It felt like there was a surge of adrenaline coursing through my body right now. It was... fucking liberating talking about this. And having this hot guy affirm my stories, and share similar stories of his own.

And in fact, if I had to be honest... this whole conversation was stirring me in other ways. My wife Nan and I had also been going through a stage where I wasn't getting my sexual needs taken care of. This talk of sex—of a very different kind of sex, of a forbidden, exciting kind of sex—was having an effect on me.

I don't know if it was adrenaline rushing through my system, or testosterone. And that was a curious thought indeed.

"Yeah," Nick said, absently, filling the silence. There was another long pause, as we both reflected. Was he feeling the same things I was? Finally, he broke the silence, moving the conversation forward. "So... if you had the chance now... with a guy... would you?"

That certainly was a question. One I'd turned over in my mind a few times, and several times tonight. I mean, again... I'm sure every guy thinks about it at some point. But I've always seen myself as straight. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, I just... that wasn't me. I hung out with my buddies and... did guy stuff with them. I was a guy. And that meant... well, what did it mean? Somewhat by instinct, I gingerly answered Nick's question. "I... dunno. I mean, my whole life I've been trained to just say 'no,' but who knows, when it gets down to it. You?"

"I know what you mean. Probably, though."

"Seriously?"

"Not gonna lie. A while back, I opened up some porn and was taking care of business, and scrolling through some threeways. One finished up and it autostarted a new one, but instead of a guy and 2 girls, it ended up being a girl with 2 guys. I didn't know what to think at first... and then I was watching it. I mean... watching it. I didn't know what to think. Finally, I skipped to a new one, but... that video wasn't all bad. It was like something I never thought about before. I haven't gone back to shit like that, but..."

I squirmed somewhat. "Huh," was all I could muster up. "Yeah... I mean, I've checked out stuff like that, too. But I..."

Nick cut me off, looking at me with impish glee. "Hah! Not even trying to hide it?"

"Well... c'mon. It was just once, and this one guy..."

He laughed, reveling in my sudden discomfort, and my attempts to shut him up only made it worse. Nick blurted out "Ha! 'This one guy?'" He went in a sing-song voice, "Buck's got a boyyyy-friend. Buck's got a boyyyyy-friend." He reached over and tried to pinch my nipple.

"Fuck you! You're the perv! You brought all this up!" I laughed, slapping his hand away. He tried to grab my hand... and in a flash, we were wrestling right there on our couch, like a pair of obnoxious pricks from back in the day. As we grappled, I realized something. As our arms strained for a better hold, my face was pressed tight against his collarbone, and I... felt him. I mean, really felt him. We weren't the kind of friends who hugged, and this was the first chance I ever remember really feeling his body. The strength... the hardness of his muscles. So unlike my wife. The... stature of him. The substance. Strong. Vital. Alive. And with a restless energy so unlike a woman's.

But also, from that position I... breathed him in. I caught his scent, unmistakable. It was a guy scent, familiar to anyone who has been in a guy's dorm, apartment, or locker room. But it was... him. Him on a primal level. The scent... stopped me.

Which was a disaster, as it distracted me enough that Nick was able to nearly flip me. As one of my legs went sprawling, I laughingly shouted out "Watch the drinks!"

We collapsed, him on top of me, each of us unable to pummel the other guy because we were laughing so hard. Just holding each other. Laughing. And panting. The laughter slowly started to die away, but the panting continued. It felt... good. I don't know how to describe it except that at an elemental level, it just felt... good.

I was dimly aware that we were a jumble of limbs. I had no interest in straightening out, I just wanted to savor the touch of him. As he moved his hands, something... weird... happened. We slowed down, no longer battling for grip and dominance. We were just... running our hands over each other. It caught me off guard, and my breathing became sharper. It was... confusing. But before I could properly respond, Nick's hand moved again, my skin tingling with electricity all the way.

And then it wasn't my skin tingling with electricity... it was my crotch. As my dick roared to life. Oh my fucking GOD. It felt sooooo fuuuuucking...

Wait. What the fuck. The reality of everything hit me, and I unthinkingly went on the defense. I fucking jumped off the couch. Still somewhat in a crouch, trying to hide my bulge. My breathing coming out in short, anxious bursts.

Our eyes locked. Dumbfounded, I blurted out, "Whoa. Sorry. Drunk hands, man."

Even before I finished my nonsensical babbling, he was cutting me off. "Yikes, that was getting personal!" He breezily tossed off, with forced casualness. We looked anywhere but at each other.

Finally, I looked over and stared at him for a wordless minute. The shock of what happened had worn off. I was left with a maelstrom of emotions... and physical feelings. So many things all at once... but as the moments lengthened, I was struck by the fact that whatever my instinctual response was saying, I really had been into everything that happened. No way I could deny it. Fuck no... it wasn't just "not denying it," I fucking loved it. In fact I hadn't felt this revved up in... years. Our conversation had opened up a floodgate of complicated memories. About paths not taken. And however much I tried to spin things... those paths still beckoned today.

But more than that, I was feeling... unexpected feelings with Nick. I was never really tempted by that guy back in college because there wasn't anything... there between us. But Nick and I had a connection. A trust. A bond.

And he was the hottest guy I knew.

So when it was his hand roaming across my body... Fuck.

It occurred to me at that moment that we had both been remarkably quiet, for several minutes now. And yet... neither of us had moved. Was he going through the same whip-lash bout of emotions I was? I cautiously ventured out, "You're still thinking about that, aren't you?"

He continued studiously looking away, but gave a little snort and a half-grin... almost like he was blowing off the very idea. Almost like a sneer, but without the malice. He looked me in the eye for a moment, then went back to staring at his whiskey, with a couple of low chuckles that I felt rather than heard.

Pause.

Pause.

Pause.

By this point we were clearly at an impasse. I have no idea what finally broke inside of me, allowing me to say what I said next. "Ok, look. We're both curious. And we're both a couple of pussies too afraid to make the first move." He gave out a few silent chuckles. "But we've both had a couple of drinks. And we're both our wives have left us feeling the need. So I have an idea. We're gonna try something that won't force either of us to be 'first.' We're gonna go into my bedroom, strip down, and 69."

His head turned toward me with eyes the size of dinner plates, too stunned to speak.

I continued. "No one makes the first move, we do the same thing at the same time. No one is the other's bitch, the other guy's cocksucker. No one has potential blackmail over the other one, no one chickens out. You in? I'm horny as fuck."

Nick just stared at me for a second, but finally he started a low bout of laughter, with his face starting to flush. "Jesus Buck, you're ready to jump into the deep end, aren't you? Man, I was thinking we were just gonna whip them out, play doctor... 'You show me yours, I'll show you mine' kinda thing. But you're serious."

I stood up, looking at him with an open leer. "You in?"

After barely a heartbeat, we were in a dead sprint for my bedroom.

The light from the hallway provided enough light to work with, but the darkened bedroom still gave us a bit of... privacy. Maybe a vague sense of anonymity. Which, given how nervous we were, probably helped. We both frantically started ripping off our clothes, as a surge of hormones started making my fingers clumsy. I think my hands were shaking with anticipation.

In the shadows, I watched Nick pull off his clothes with laser intensity. It was weird... I had seen God knows how many guys remove a T-shirt in my time. But this was something... extraordinary. There had never been a crackle of sexual energy with any of those other guys. First, I realized that in all our socializing, I had never seen him with his shirt off. But... how he did it was a total rush. Familiar, and unexpected. As guy, Nick pulled off his shirt entirely differently than a woman would. Than my wife would. There was a brashness to it. A sexual confidence. A male confidence.

And it was heightened by the fact that my buddy had a hairy, gorgeously masculine chest. Maybe even more hairy than me, and I always thought I had some fur. He had fat nipples, surrounded by the nest of hair that spread out across his pecs. Wild hair, untamed, and clearly not manscaped. His belly was also hairy, suggesting a full man bush below his waistline. As he swept the shirt over his head, I saw a flash of his armpits, similarly bursting with curly hair. Fuck... even in the dim light, I could see my man Nick was a fucking masculine god.

We both hungrily watched each other's crotches as we stripped down out of our jeans. We both had full bushes, which made me smile. My wife Nan had groused for years that she wanted me to shave down there, but I wouldn't hear of it. I was thrilled my buddy was of a same mind.

And fuck if he didn't have one hell of a cock.

He was good sized, like 8-9 inches. Standing straight as a spear, with a cockhead like a spearpoint. Fuck, that thing looked like a lethal weapon. Supported by a pair of hairy bull balls that I could tell were boiling over with spunk.

Nick was staring at me just as intently... and possibly with a bit of shock. I wasn't nearly as long as him, but I was thick. And I had a flared mushroom head that made me look even more intimidating. He looked back up at me with a shit-eating grin and blurted out "Fuck man! I had no idea you were so big! You're a fucking porn star!"

"You've got a mouthful there yourself, stud! Jesus, Sarah doesn't worship that thing? She's fucking nuts!"

We both stopped, standing in front of each other naked as jaybirds, and we both reflexively started stroking our rock-hard dicks. I looked him straight in the eye, and said, "Are we doing this?"

"Fuck yeah."

"C'mon." I got onto the bed and propped myself onto my side, still stroking myself with my cock as I beckoned him to join me with a jerk of my head. I was nervous as fuck, but that was completely swept away by the fact that I was as excited as I think I'd ever been in my life. Nick gingerly joined me, trying to mirror my position. I could tell he was boiling over with nerves and hormones himself. I reached over and grabbed his hip, sparking a slight flinch from him, but then I pulled his hairy crotch toward my face. He did the same.

I was immediately hit by the scent of him. A musky funk from his bush, made strong by his excitement and the lateness of the hour. I thought it would be a turn off, but I swear his scent awoke something inside me. Something primal, I had never felt before. I realized again just how... different it was being with a guy. I loved eating my wife out—any woman out, really—and associated it with a particular scent. This was darker. Richer. Powered by hormones... the same hormones that flooded my own body, and seemed to call out to those inside of me. It was a familiarity. And a call to arms. I thought I was hard before, but Jesus his musk was firing turbo-thrusters in my libido.

And that cock of his! It was so fucking epic, a tower of masculinity. Wet with precum. Fuck. I had never had such a personal encounter with another guy's dick. This was so fucking intimate... I felt closer to a guy than I ever had before, or really had a right to. He was trusting me with his junk. And that thing was the weapon of war, raw masculinity. The essence of Man.

I needed him. I needed that masculinity... something I never thought I'd say. "OK. On the count of three, we go. Ready?" I saw his head nod. "One... two... THREE!"

And that next moment was one of the best of my entire life.

I mean fucking hell... he just swallowed me down, and in that split second, I could tell this was going to be the best blowjob of my entire life. He knew what to do. He didn't have experience, but he had lived through and endless parade of mediocre blowjobs himself, and knew what a man really wanted. What he needed. Fuck, it was just the pressure of his lips, the suction as he took me in... God, someone finally sucking like he meant it. None of that womanly bobbing around, he fucking sucked me. Jesus Christ I was in heaven. And it just got better, the suction sealed me in the ring of fire as his lips slid down my shaft, his tongue instinctively rolling around the edge of my super-sensitive head. Holy fuck I was in heaven, and I let out an appreciative, throaty growl in utter gratitude.

But as they say, "wait... there's more!" Having his own monster cock in my mouth was unexpectedly driving me crazy. Like him, I didn't have the practice, but knew what would get his butter churning... force, sucking like you meant it. I pulled his flared mushroom head into my mouth and fucking went to town, determined to give my buddy the best blowjob of his life, the same he was doing for me. God, it was such a surreal experience... his cock was both harder and softer than I would have guessed, with his head easily fitting in my mouth as I quickly realized that given his length, there was likely no way I could drive down all the way to his hairy base. But holy fuck... his scent, his taste were driving me crazy... he was spewing precum like a faucet, a sure sign he was excited.

And that's when it hit me... he was really excited. And totally fucking into it. There was this shared moment--a shared intimacy?—between us unlike anything I experienced with a woman. There was no duty, no sense of getting through this to get to something else, there was wild joy and appreciation. At first, his hands started off only lightly touching me... tentative, nervous. His torso was similarly rigid. And I was much the same... uncertain, unfamiliar. But in only a few seconds we realized how fucking hot this was, how fucking horny we were, and how fucking into each other we were, and inhibition died fast. Our hands were suddenly all over each other, savoring the feel of each other. God, the hardness of his muscle, the slight burn of his hairy body set my fingers tingling. I pulled him into me, my fingers digging deep into the hard muscles of his butt. He did the same, not taking "no" for an answer, hungrily exploring me. And our torsos, and crotches started grinding against each other. Wanting more. Hungry for attention. Loving every second of the other guy's mouth. Fuck. Nick growled in appreciation and my cock vibrated in his mouth. Oh my fucking God.

At the same time, we both started diving down each other's hard cock, taking as much of the other as we good. Hard, thick strokes. Faster, faster, and we started fucking each other's mouths in response. Unable to drive down his whole shaft, I started jerking him roughly, my spit running down his cock.

Nick sucked me down hard, but then pulled back and went after my hairy balls. Roughly mouthing each one, and sucking it into his maw, stroking my dick as he did so. Fuck! I loved having my balls worked over! I mirrored him, burying my face in his hairy bush, nursing his balls with as much relish as he did mine. Holy fuck, the musk from him filled my nose and I could not breathe his scent in fast enough... I thought for a second I was going to hyperventilate. This was the fucking smell of sex. Raw masculine sex, driven by raw masculine power.

And it hit me--this was all so different from getting it on with a woman. And not just the mechanics of all. We were driving each other... pushing each other, and doing so in an intensely physical way that no woman could match. It was like wrestling... or playing one-on-one, knowing the last point was going to settle a long-running bet. We were loud, rough, crude... and fucking loving every minute of it.

We were both firing on all cylinder, and driving each other out of our minds... there was no way we could last long. Sure enough, I sensed Nick's body getting ready to blast... his muscles started tensing and his balls were pulling up. I switched back to take his dick in my mouth, and drove down again and again, as fast and hard as I could, again and again. Again and again. Nick pulled off me and gave the familiar warning "I'm gonna shoot!" He thought I was going to be like a woman and pull off.

No fucking way I would do that to my buddy.

Without even wasting time to tell him what I was doing, I went after his cock harder than before, jacking him to his base as I fucked the shit out of him with my mouth. Again and again. Again and again. His hands grabbed my skull in a death grip, and fucking let fly. I drove down as far as I could... and felt the volcanic eruption of his release. Cum blasted out again and again. I couldn't hold it all in, and desperately tried to swallow it down... but even so the overwhelming pressure forced me to open my mouth and let his spunk surge out and down his shaft. It was... salty... with a weird taste that I didn't expect. That said, it tasted good.

We were both panting, and somewhat taken aback by what had happened. Never in my life had I actually picture myself in that position. Fact is, years back I would have given a good right hook to a guy who would have suggested I would have been in that position. But here I was, feeling a sense of... accomplishment. Of satisfaction. Of liberation. And yet... it was so... weird. Unfamiliar.

It also occurred to me that Nick, in the moment of passion, and neglected my own hungry cock, which was crying out for attention. I was lying there, my cock pulsing with need, dripping with his spit. Was... was he going to have cold feet? Was he going to be freaked out? Was he going to... well, let's face it, do the typically male thing and say that now that he had shot, we were all done?

He rolled slightly to his side and reached back to slowly jack my slicked-up cock. But rather than go down on me again, he looked at me. Just... looked at me. With an expression I couldn't quite make out. Finally, he gave a lopsided smirk, and said, "This is probably my only chance. There's something else I wanna try. Something I've been thinking about. You trust me...?"

God I needed to get off. Fuck yeah, I trusted him.

He rolled me slightly, so that I was now laying flat on my back. He flipped himself around... and to my utter astonishment lifted a leg over my hips, straddling me. Kneeling, with his knees on the bed facing me, right at my hips...

What the fuck??!? Was he...?

He still had an unfathomable smirk on his lips, staring at me with an intensity I had never seen. He reached behind him and grabbed my cock, and started sliding it in his asscrack.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought my neck was going to explode. My buddy... sliding my rock-hard cock towards his hole...

My tip was wet with spit and precum, as he slowly ran it around his puckered hole. Fuck. FUCK. I could see his hairy chest rise and fall... he was panting as hard as I was. Finally, he got lined up, and leaned back against my cock...

Holy FUCK!

I just, just slid inside his hole, just the tip. And it was hotter than anything I had ever experienced. Hot in terms of heat, but the excitement. The hunger. Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK! I wanted more, much more. But his smirk turned more into a grimace, and he pulled back... just as I wanted him to push deeper. He wasn't one to give up easily, and he lined us up again, and pushed harder again. Nothing much happened... he was tight as a drum. He tried again, and with no further success, pulled back further, sitting more upright. He violently spat into his hand, and reached back behind to give himself more lubrication. He leaned back again, and we pushed together...

...and with a pop my cockhead final broke through, spearing him.

We both gasped.

It was the tightest hole I'd ever experienced... worlds different from any pussy I'd ever fucked. He held my cock in a vice grip that made me curl my toes. Fuck, this was un-fucking-believable. Before he could pull off again, my hands grabbed his hips and kept him still.

His head rolled side to side, his eyes closed and his jaw clamped. "Fuck man, you're... so... fucking... BIG!" he hissed. "Gimme a second..."

"Fuck Nick, you're so fucking hot... you're so fucking tight... it feels fucking incredible...!"

"You don't have a baseball bat in your ass, fucker!"

"Take your time. Nick, it feels so fucking good. Please. You have no idea." Hormones and a desperate sense of need turned my voice to gravel.

Nick didn't say a word, but just started... rolling himself. Swaying slightly side to side, trying to will himself to loosen up. I reached over and slowly started jacking his dick, still dripping with a combination of spit and cum, to distract him. The attention to his dick seemed to help, as his movements started to look more sensual, and less like he was trying to take a painful dump. His right hand slid across his hairy chest, slowly but forcefully rubbing his nipples. Finally his hand shot up, and he roughly ran his fingers through his hair as he tilted his head back. In doing so, he flared his hairy armpit toward me, which was... strangely hot. I mean, if I had ever thought about a guy's hairy pit before, it was likely to be that it was nasty and stunk. But right then, right there, it was sexy as fuck... stunningly masculine. Raw in every sense of the word. I... couldn't believe it, but staring at his hairy frame I was feeling some new hunger awaken in me. As I jacked him with one hand, the other reached up and roughly massaged his chest, fascinated by the scruff of his hair.

But all that was quickly washed away. Nick's hole had relaxed, and he was slowly, deliberately driving down on me. My cockhead was screaming with sensation, as his guts wrapped me tight in a velvet clutch. I started straining upwards to drive in faster, desperate for the heat of him. I felt something inside, and suddenly Nick bellowed out "Oh FUCK yeah! THERE! THERE!!" We started bucking up and down hard, his whole body rippling in waves.

"You like that?" I called out to him, running my hands back to his hips. "You like that shit?"

"Fucking YEAH! FUCK ME! Oh god YES!"

"TAKE MY COCK!" I bellowed. I pulled him down, and in response he drove down to the base, his hole mashing against my hairy balls. And suddenly, we were fucking like a pair of fucking pigs. He slammed hard against me, bouncing up and down, but also twisting to better feel my cock inside him. As much as I could, I was bucking hard against him, desperate to dig as deep as I could. Not only was it tighter than anything I could imagine, Nick was fucking brilliant, clenching down on me as he went, squeezing unbelievable sensations into my cock. I fucking lost my mind, totally lost control. There was no technique, just slamming again and again at each other as we roared our lungs out.

It could have only lasted a few minutes... his earlier blowjob had already primed me, and this was the best fuck of my life. But I couldn't believe how much he was into it, rock-hard despite having just shot a load minutes before. Suddenly, he started out a fucking primal scream that rattled the windows. Without either of us touching him, his cock shot out again, thick ropes of cum that splashed across my chest. As he did so, his ass clenched my cock so hard I almost literally saw stars. And in that moment I shot the biggest load of my life. It was like lighting ripped across my body, exploding in my balls. I screamed so hard, the veins in my neck were popping, as I shot again and again, flooding his ass with white-hot cum. My whole body convulsed violently, like every nerve ending in my body was firing at once.

The next few minutes were a blur. At some point, Nick rolled off me and collapsed onto the bed, barely able to catch his breath. I was gasping for breath, too, laying there like I had just collapsed after running a marathon, with no bodily control whatsoever. I had no idea what time it was, or how long we had been at it... I was just spent.

As we laid there, my initial feeling was in awe of the sensations I was feeling. That was easily the most athletic, most powerful fuck I'd ever had, with an orgasm to match. My body was still trying to process what went down, but God. Damn. my body was fucking satisfied. In a way it had never been satisfied before.

And yet...

As I laid there, I slow sense of panic started building. Jesus Christ, what had I done? What was that? What does it mean? Did I... you know, like being with a guy? What does that say about me? What about Nick? Did he like that? Was *he freaking out, too? What does that say about our friendship? Holy fuck... what does that say about my marriage?

But then again, I haven't felt so fucking... alive... since forever.

It didn't help that I couldn't get an actual read on Nick. We realized how late it was, and he gathered up his stuff and left with a minimum of chit-chat. There was a... pause... right before he walked out the door, but I don't think either of us had our wits about us to say what needed to be said. Or what was on our minds.

Dammit. As he drove off, I kept kicking myself for not saying anything. Maybe that was our one-and-only shot to try something like this... should I have at least told him that whatever confusion I had, that it was the best sex of my life? And maybe I didn't want that to be a one-and-only shot...? But was that even where my head was? Did the fact that I couldn't say anything mean that deep down I didn't want to say anything?

Damn. Now what?

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