The bedroom was dark except for the dim light coming from my computer monitor. I sat naked reading the words on the screen as I viciously worked my cock with my free hand. It was a routine I had become familiar with over the last few years. My girlfriend Carol didn't know anything about the secret desires that could arouse me several times a day.
Ever since college my masturbation routine had changed. In the good old days I used to masturbate to naked women in magazines and porn videos. But one weekend when I was twenty-two a childhood friend came up to visit. My buddy Jeff was different from me in many ways. He was fat and I was thin. He was bald and I was not. He was bearish and I wasn't. He was older and I was younger. He liked to walk around naked, I didn't. He had a big cock...man, did he have a big cock.
That was the simple start to my problem. When Jeff came up to visit one weekend he took a shower and discovered that there weren't any clean towels in the bathroom. Not being shy, he left the bathroom and walked into the living room asking for a towel. It was the first time I had ever seen him, or any of my friends, naked. He was hairy, stocky, dripping wet, and hung like a monster. I quickly got Jeff his towel. I wasn't thrilled with his eagerness to flaunt his nudity and I was less thrilled about what happened later.
That night I found myself dreaming fitfully of Jeff's naked body and huge dangling cock. I woke up with the most painful hard-on I had experienced in years. Even though he lay sleeping just a few feet from me, my erection would not be ignored. I jerked off in as much silence as I could muster. When I came to thoughts of his cock feelings of guilt washed over me.
The next morning while Jeff showered I lay in bed masturbating to thoughts of him. Here I was a stout heterosexual dreaming of being in that shower naked with my best friend. Not just being naked but of doing things to his cock that had never crossed my mind before seeing his exposed member. When I came the feelings of guilt returned, but the desire was still there.
Years passed and my dating and sex life continued as normal. However I increasingly began to masturbate to thoughts of being with Jeff. I knew I wanted to put his cock into my mouth. To have him fuck me in the ass and to experience what it would be like to be sexually dominated by my friend. Eventually my thoughts weren't enough. I soon began writing my fantasies and enjoyed countless hours of beating off while I typed my darkest desires. Reading my stories soon wasn't enough and so I began posting them on to various message boards and story sites. Secretly I hoped that perhaps Jeff would end up on one of these sites and read a story. But, time passed and nothing was mentioned. My stories became bolder and I started using our real names and perfect descriptions of our lives. Should anyone we knew read these stories they would have known instantly who the stories referred to.
Time went on and I came to the realization that my dreams were going to stay just that - dreams. Secretly I wanted to push things to the next level. So, as I sat in the dark with my cum leaking down my spent cock from my latest masturbation session, I did the unthinkable. Using an anonymous email account I typed a very short and generic email.
LOOKING FOR THE BEST SEX STORIES ON THE INTERNET? >>GO TO NIFTY.ORG!
I addressed the email to Jeff and clicked SEND. With a nervous cringe of butterflies in my stomach I got up and cleaned off. There was nothing more I could do. Either Jeff would find my story, discover my fantasies, or he wouldn't.
Months passed and nothing came from my email. I met a wonderful girl, Carol. We worked in the same office building and began seeing each other on a regular basis. The sex between us was incredible. Many of the married older men I worked with were envious of my position. Still at the same time there was a side of me that wanted to end up in a position that nobody would be envious of. I continued to masturbate and fantasize that I was with Jeff. That I was his to use and that I was made to perform the lowest sexual acts imaginable.
It was a Saturday in January when everything came about. I had assumed it would be a typical weekend day. My plan was to go over to Jeff's house for the afternoon and watch some hockey, play some video games, and basically just bullshit around. That evening I was to go over to Carol's and take her out for dinner and a movie and hopefully a long night of sex because I was horny as hell.
Jeff greeted me at the door and we headed down into his basement. He was a carpenter who owned his own business. It meant he made a decent living and had one of the coolest basements I'd ever seen. The place was awesome complete with big screen TV, pinball machine, and even a bar-electronic dartboard. Along with a couple of video game systems it was truly a gamers paradise. Plus Jeff had also designed a built-in bar, neon lights, and backlit framed movie posters. His pad was truly the envy of fun-loving guys anywhere.
Jeff dropped his portly frame into his favorite recliner. "So, which game am I going to kick your ass in first?"
I laughed as I sat in the chair opposite. Jeff never kicked my ass. He'd make games challenging, but his hand-eye coordination just wasn't in my league. I replied, "Oh going to kick my ass are you? What happen? You sign your soul over to the devil?"
So the gaming was on and true to my word I pounded him for hours straight.
"Ok. Ok." Jeff relented. "This was all just warm up. Let's go grab some snacks." So we headed over to the party store and picked up some candy and soda.
As he drove back to his house, Jeff looked over at me, "You seeing Carol tonight?"
I nodded.
"Lucky bastard. Going to have sex?"
I smiled. "Jeff the question isn't are we going to have sex. The question is how many times are we going to have sex."
We both laughed at this.
I looked over at him as he drove. "What do you have planned tonight?"
"Nothing really. Probably just reading Penthouse forum on the Internet and beating off."
"Ha. 'Dear Penthouse, I am a freshman at a small northeastern college. I never believed your stories until this happened to me..."
Jeff chuckled. "Exactly. Hey while we're on the subject, have you ever read any sex stories on the Internet?"
It seemed like all the moisture left my mouth in an instant. I tried to keep my voice steady. "Sure once or twice. But just the cheesy stuff like those types of letters. Why?"
"No reason. I'd just been cruising around on all the matchmaker sites looking to hook up with someone and I was lead to a few erotic story sites."
I drank some soda. "Any good sites?"
Jeff looked straight ahead as we pulled onto his street. "A couple. I'll email them to you so you can check them out." He drove up his driveway. "In fact, one was pretty nifty."
The car stopped and so did my heart. The silence was so powerful my heart seemed to be the only thing making any noise. How I managed to get out of the car and back into the basement was all like a hazy dream. As we went downstairs I placed my drink and food on the coffee table. I needed to get away from him for a few minutes, to compose myself. "Um...I'm going to the bathroom before we play some more games."
Jeff sat down in his chair, eyeing me. "No problem. I think we'll try something else though instead of our usual gaming." His stare felt heavy.
"Like what?"
Jeff just drank some pop. "We'll think of something."
I walked into the bathroom on weak knees. Once inside I splashed some water on my face. Was he toying with me? Did he read my story? The ambiguousness of his comments left my mind spinning. My only option was to go along with him. I had no control in the situation because I'd just end up making an ass out of myself if Jeff actually had no clue what was going on.
I came out of the bathroom and froze in mid step. All the thoughts that had been swirling around in my mind just disappeared. Jeff's voice was the second thing I noticed. "So, I was checking out some new sites on the Internet." Jeff still sat in his recliner his boots up on the coffee table...
...And, the first thing I noticed, except for those hiking boots he was completely naked! The moment just hung in the air. It was all so surreal that I didn't even have a chance to think. He was naked!
"Oh did I mention," Jeff smiled confidently, "That I also got this email that sent me to this specific sex story site. Like I said, it was quite NIFTY." He chuckled at this and lowered his boots. His cock finally came into view. It dangled low and was covered in a thick amount of pubic hair. Although it wasn't hard, the veins were bulging on his tree trunk. It had been years since I'd seen his monster and I couldn't help but stare. I was completely caught by surprise. "So, Mike I'm sitting reading through all these stories and I come across one about these two guys."
Now I knew what was coming. I had sent the email in a moment of sexual excitement, and my secret was out in the open. There was no more doubt, HE KNEW.
"Turns out the two guys were a lot like you and me." His knees spread slightly to give me a better look at his cock. "At first I read this story and I was just in shock. But, I'll be honest. Then it started to turn me on."
I was in agony with nervousness. "It...did?"
"Yes." He smiled. "I started to think how cool it was that someone was this hung up about me. That all they wanted to do was suck my cock and have sex with me." He reached down and rubbed his rod. "Hell, I even jerked off to your story a few times."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Jeff continued. "It just took me a while to decide if I wanted to help us escalate things to the next level."
"What made you decide?" I asked.
Jeff laughed. "To be honest the mood just hit me. I haven't whacked off all week and right now I'm horny as hell. I figure this might be an easy way to get a quick blow job."
"Are you serious?"
"Well Mike. I'll make it simple. I'm not going to make you suck my cock. Hell, I won't even ask you to suck my cock." He reached down and adjusted his hefty member that appeared to be growing. "But I will say that my cock is right here. And if you want to suck it all you need to do is take off your clothes and get on your knees."
His eyes were staring straight through me. He knew my answer before the question had even been uttered. My stomach was flipping around with so many butterflies that normally I'd have been sick. This time though my body was sending out signals of excitement. I reached up and pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto the couch. My pants followed and then my underwear. In less than a few seconds I was standing naked before my friend.
Jeff stood up. He walked across the basement and was within arms reach of me. To an outsider this situation might look funny. Two grown men, one fat, one thin, both naked standing with their cocks mere inches away from each other.
Jeff smiled at me. "Don't get the wrong idea, I only want you naked because it seems right. Maybe you'll get a chance to get a blow job tonight from Carol because you won't be getting anything from me." He hoisted his thick cock in front of me. "Except this that is. So if you want it get on your knees." I was preparing to drop and experience my dream when Jeff added. "Actually maybe I should quote a line from a movie, 'Now finally, kneel before Zod.'" It was a reference to one of our favorite movies but the joke now took on a whole new meaning.
I lowered to my knees. I was staring directly at his huge cock and enormous balls. His smell drifted over to me. My mouth suddenly went dry with nervous anticipation. It had been over seven years and who knows how many masturbatory fantasies, but I was finally here. I'm sure a smile escaped my lips.
Jeff towered above me and looked down into my eyes. "You know, all these years I kind of knew that your jokes had more to them than just off hand remarks. Still I was hoping to get laid a bit more often. But since that's not happening any time soon and since I read your stories, I figure this situation may make both of us happy." He grabbed his tree trunk at the base. "Because frankly I need to blow my load. And beating off is getting old." He wiggled his cock around to get some more blood flowing. It was gradually thickening and rising to attention.
I broke off my eye contact to stare at his hardening member.
Jeff stepped closer and the tip of his cock brushed against my face. "You ready?"
I nodded.
Jeff slapped his cock against my face. "That's not good enough. Are you ready?"
"Yes." His cock slapped me several more times.
"For what?"
I looked up at him. "I'm ready to suck your cock."
Jeff smiled greedily. "Good, I want to see some cock sucking." His dick slapped me several more times across the lips. "Ok boy, open up."
My lips parted and his cock moved closer. For the briefest of moments I thought of making a joke but before my thought was finished Jeff's cock was home in my mouth. The warmth of his rod amazed me. The feel of his rigid tool sliding between my lips was incredible. Jeff continued pushing forward until his pubic hair tickled my nose. He eased back a little and then pushed forward. Again. He had the movements down solid like a man who was used to getting head...or at the very least had watched a whole lot of porn.
I looked up at him while his cock was still buried in my mouth. Jeff arched his back. He had one hand on his hip while he lowered the other hand on top of my head. He helped guide my movements. "Man, you should have sent me that email years ago. If I'd have known I would have been getting free head I'd have put you to work a hell of a lot sooner."
After receiving several more thrusts, I pulled back from his length. My hand gripped the shaft and began pumping. "Believe me, I wanted too. I was just nervous."
He laughed. "I kind of thought so. There was one time a few years ago when we were in my truck driving back from a bookstore. It was late and you made some joke about giving me head to keep me awake. My cock was throbbing it was so hard. It took all my self control to not unzip my pants and ask for service right there."
"Shit, I remember that." I squeezed his cock a little harder while I worked the shaft. It was so odd. Here we were just reminiscing as friends do. The only difference was now we were both naked and I was on my knees blowing him. "I was ready to give you head too. The only thing stopping me was that it would change our relationship."
"Well, our relationship has changed a little. The only difference is now instead of joking around about giving me head...you can just give me head."
I continued stroking his member. "That works for me. What if I want you to be a little more dominant at times?"
Jeff smiled then gestured to my hand. "I think I'd say, too much talking and not enough sucking. Get that cock back in your mouth boy."
I liked the way he used the word "boy", it labeled me as having a position of servitude to this husky bear of a man. I obeyed his word and opened my mouth wide slurping his tool inside. The rigid feel of his cock was amazing. There was no possible way it could have been any harder. Each forward motion of my head allowed his tool to slip to the back of my throat.
I could feel the bulging veins as they bumped past my lips. I took him all the way down until my nose brushed against his pubic hair.
"Oh yeah, that's it. Man Mike you suck a mean cock. Keep it going. Don't you fucking stop."
His eagerness made me work harder to pleasure him. I allowed saliva to fill up in my mouth and to moisten his rod. Each time it pulled away from me strands of spit would dangle from it. Then greedily I would swallow it back inside of me. As I worked his cock Jeff began rocking his hips forward, joining my movements. Our routine continued in this manner for several minutes. Then while he rested I moved my head in Figure-8's allowing his dick to probe every corner of my mouth. Jeff told me how much he loved what I was doing to him. Inside I smiled. I never knew how truly rewarding sucking a man's cock was, but I certainly knew now.
"Dude I've got to blow this load." He pushed my head back and grasped his tool. Jeff began vigorously jerking off above me. I stayed in my position with his stiff rod only inches from my face. It was the first time I'd ever watched someone beat off and as fascinating as it was, I was more excited about the final result. Jeff's hand reached a fever pitch as it raced along his length. His back curled forward as he was hunching over me. It seemed like every muscle in his body was straining with the effort on his dick. "Oh yeah, it's coming. I'm going to cum all over your face." He groaned. "I want it on your face. Chicks never let me do that. I want to see my juice covering you."
I watched him work his cock, the anticipation killing me.
"Yes. Here it comes! Oh god!" Jeff's hand was clamped so tight around his cock that I thought he was going to tear it off.
I needed to do something so I leaned forward and began lapping my tongue along his sweaty balls. His cock was pumping hard in his hand. My mouth was now locked around his hanging ball sack. I could feel it tighten and I knew Jeff was going to cum. I leaned back and opened my mouth, eager to receive the taste of his cum.
He bellowed with relief. "YES! YES! OH!"
Two blasts of cum shot out of his cock. The first one landed across my face. It was thick and hot. Immediately the second one landed right next to it and managed to drip into my eye. Reflexively I closed my eyes and kept my mouth open. I could hear the squishing sound as Jeff's hand slid across his increasingly moist member. Several more blasts of hot juice covered my face. One managed to land in my mouth. It caught me by surprise but immediately I closed my mouth and savored the taste. Once I had tasted my own cum in a post masturbation release. I hadn't liked it. Jeff's cum was another story. The taste was slightly sweet, my imagination or not I didn't know. But I felt like I had earned that cum. I had masturbated for years of this very moment and now it had happened.
I opened my eyes and reached out and grabbed hold of his cock. "Let me do that."
Jeff's eyes opened in partial shock as if he'd forgotten I was there with him. He let go of his slick rod.
My fingers locked tight around his wet tool and began pumping with the same furious motion I had witnessed Jeff using.
He leaned his head back moaning. "Yes! Oh fuck yeah! More!"
His cock shot more errant drops of scorching cum onto my hand and face. Jeff looked down at me. "Rub it on your face."
I did as he told me. His spent tool slid over me smearing his cum into my skin. My hand had a mind of it's own as it continued rocking on his length, but finally Jeff directed me to stop. "No more Mike. I'm spent." Then he looked down at me. "Jesus dude! You're covered in my cum."
I was too. And, that quickly it seemed like the moment broke. A guilt in me felt used, but I realized this is the exact feeling that I wanted to experience. "Um...let me go wash up." I walked into his bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. The face I saw was exactly how I had dreamed I would look after this very encounter. I did the only thing I could think of doing. I opened my mouth, tasted some of his juice, and smiled.
When I left the bathroom Jeff was gone. I heard movement upstairs in the main bathroom so I assumed he was also cleaning up. My clothes were scattered around the floor. Even after what we'd been through I just didn't want to be sitting around my buddy's house naked. I gathered up my clothes and got dressed. Jeff still hadn't returned so I sat down and watched TV.
Almost thirty minutes had passed and all I heard was the sound of the toilet flushing several times. I was starting to get nervous. Would Jeff come down and pretend nothing happened? Maybe he wouldn't come back at all. Perhaps he was going to just sit in the bathroom until I left. I checked my watch and decided to give him fifteen more minutes.
Ten minutes later the plodding sound of Jeff's boots on the basement stairs announced his return. My worries were relieved immediately when I saw him round the stairs. His fat gut, bald head, naked hairy body, swinging crank, and brown hiking boots just made a visual that was meant to be laughed at. Plus, on top of it all he was so uncoordinated that in his rush to return he practically tripped. "What's so funny?" He asked as he came down and neared the couch.
"Oh just you stumbling around naked."
"Yeah. Ha. Ha. This from a guy who was sucking my cock not a half hour ago."
I shrugged my shoulders. Touché.
"You're dressed!" He looked genuinely shocked to be standing in front of me naked while I sat on the couch clothed. "You leaving?"
I glanced at the clock. I had plenty of time before I needed to meet Carol.
"No. I don't have to. Why?"
Jeff's smile was practically stretching across his face. His hand rose up and produced a tube of lube.
"Where did you get that?"
"Hey give me some credit. I don't just have porn videos upstairs. It just took me a while to find it." He unscrewed the tube and began smoothing some along his cock. "I like to be prepared. You never know when you're going to be doing some fucking."
I smiled at him. "Is that what we're going to be doing?"
"Not if you plan on keeping your clothes on we're not."
I stood up and began getting undressed of another man for the second time today. As I undid my pants I looked at Jeff pumping some lube faster on his rod, it was nice and hard now. I slid out of my underwear knowing full well that there was no turning back. I was about to let another man fuck me.
He must have read my mind. "You ready to get fucked?"
"Well, who says I'm not tired?"
He looked at me with the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen him wear. "It doesn't matter if you're tired. I'll do all the work."
I walked towards him. "Good point." Then I glanced across the basement. "Can I bend over the pool table while you do it."
Jeff looked over. "Sure, as long as my cock gets in your ass the location doesn't matter."
We walked over to the pool table together, two naked friends who were about to fuck. And the thought came to my mind...I was actually having a good time.
Jeff came up behind me. "Ha. Remember before with those games how you said I wasn't going to kick your ass?"
I nodded.
"Well, you were right. But now I'm going to fuck your ass. And something tells me this time I'm right." He placed one hand on my hips. "Bend over."
I did as he told me and bent down across the pool table. My cock brushed against the side as my face and chest rubbed against the felt. The only thought that kept repeating in my brain was how surreal the last few hours seemed.
I heard the sound of lube being squeezed from the bottle and a second later Jeff's hand was massaging lotion into the crack of my ass. One finger penetrated me. It might have hurt but ever since an ex-girlfriend had turned me on to anal play, I had been sneaking a finger or two up my ass for years in the shower. I knew the practice was definitely going to lessen the pain. Jeff must have read my mind because a moment later a second finger worked its way inside me. I could hear him chuckling from behind but I didn't want to turn around. Mentally I took in what was happening to me. I had jerked off to this very thought for so long that I wanted to enjoy every sensation.
Jeff clasped both hands onto my hips and began rubbing his hot lubed rod against my ass.
"Hey," I said. "You putting a condom on?"
"I wasn't planning on it." Jeff responded. And then as if reading my mind he added, "It's been years since I've been with anyone, and I've had check ups with the doc, we don't have anything to worry about."
I knew I was fine. "Ok."
"Excellent." Jeff said. "I've always wanted a little bareback action."
With that the tip of Jeff's cock penetrated my tight asshole. The most noticeable feeling was how hot it felt separating me. Shortly after, the slick rigid rod slowly pushed into me. I looked straight ahead at our reflections in the mirror. Here was my best friend pushing his cock into my ass. Jeff was looking down as he eased his tool into me and it amazed me at the level of concentration he was putting forth. I could tell he was having as good a time as I was.
I felt his grip lift my hips up and then there was the tickle of his pubic hair brushing against my ass. "Ok Mike, I'm all the way in. How does it feel?"
It hurt like hell, but with pain there can be pleasure. I looked into the mirror and gave him a wink. "Is it going to just sit there or do you plan on moving it?"
Jeff laughed. "Oh it'll move alright. Just remember you asked for it." He began fucking me. Again I was letting a man violate my body and the thrill was just incredible. His first thrusts were hesitant but several minutes later he got the rhythm down. I could feel his movements and his moans of enjoyment. Jeff was clearly a man who just loved to fuck.
I breathed in with his movements and enjoyed the feeling of his dick going deep within me. "Oh! Fuck me!"
That comment got him moving faster and soon he was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. His meaty fingers dug in tight on my hips as he pulled me backwards with each motion. I knew I was going for a ride that wouldn't be ending any time soon. I just hoped my asshole was up for it.
I did my best to keep my balance and eventually had to stretch my arms far out onto the pool table to prevent from toppling over backwards. I just stared at our reflections in the mirror. It was actually nice because Jeff was doing all the work and all I had to concentrate on was being fucked. The air was now heavy with our combined body heat.
Jeff was pumping hard and breathing heavy with the effort. "Oh yeah!" He moaned as his fucking continued at a brisk pace.
My head was jerking forward and back - hard. I loved every minute of it. I just let anything that came to my lips speak out. "Come on. Is that the best you can fuck me?"
"Oh want it harder do you?" He punctuated this with a swift deep thrust that stretched me to the limit. I could feel his cock penetrate deep inside of me. My asshole was burning. But I knew there might not be a repeat performance so I wanted to get my full enjoyment. "More. Keep fucking me!"
Jeff's reflection stared at me in the mirror. "Ok boy! Now my cock is really going to have it's way with you. When your ass still burns next week just remember that you asked for it!" He followed this with some deep drives that pushed me to the limit. I could feel his hefty beer belly press against my back. The pain and pleasure I was feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. "This is how I fuck most bitches! You like it?"
"That's right. Just like that." I was panting uncontrollably. Yes, I was his bitch so I decided to play the part. "Keep it going! Be rough with me baby!"
In response, Jeff's huge hand WHACKED my ass so hard I jumped off the floor.
It was followed by a second smack. "Come on bitch! Work your ass harder!
Make your man happy!"
He was right. There was no denying that if anyone saw our position, me bent over being fucked by this big bear they'd know who was in control. This realization made my own cock so hard I thought I was going to cum without any other stimulation. I started pushing back from the pool table as he'd ordered, countering his movement. His shaft rammed deep into me. His heavy balls would slap against the base of my ass with each motion. WHACK! SMACK!
WHACK! SMACK!
My cock was ready to explode. I pushed a little back from the pool table and grabbed it - hard. Quickly I began jerking off.
Jeff watched my actions in the mirror. "You love this don't you?"
"Oh yeah." My hand was pumping away on my cock as he rammed into me. I knew I was only moments away. "Please, don't stop. I need you to keep fucking me." Jeff laughed. "Oh you don't have to worry about that." The pounding of my asshole continued.
"Oh god!" I moaned as a thick wad of cum shot from my cock. Quickly it smeared across my hand as I gratefully continued pumping.
Jeff moved his hands up to my shoulders. They were scorching hot and covered with sweat. Then he reached down with one hand and grabbed me around the wrist. "Get your hand in your mouth bitch!" He moved my cum-covered hand to my face. "I want you to lick all that joy juice clean."
I accepted my own cum into my mouth and sucked hard on my fingers. I pretended like they were his wonderful cock I had been lavishing only an hour ago. This time my cum tasted delicious. Our bodies rocked together.
"Oh you nasty bitch!" then Jeff bellowed, "Oh God!" His fingernails were digging deep into my flesh.
I knew that if this were summer, and the windows were open, every neighbor on his street would have heard his howls of pleasure. I added my own. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop!" The sound of our bodies colliding together punctuated the air.
His breathing was hard in my ear as he moved closer. His hands tightened on me and I knew he was seconds away. "Mike! I'm going to cum!"
I kept pounding back against him. "Then cum! Explode in my ass!"
Several short and furious thrusts followed. They were the actions of a man only moments away from orgasm.
His huge roar matched the relief I was feeling from finally living out my fantasy. And with that my virgin ass felt the first jolt of cum squirt from his tool deep inside of me. It was followed seconds later by another. The liquid was hot and it felt amazing to have his juice fill me up.
"Yes! Yes!" Jeff shouted, each push sending more cum from his tool into me. His final push left him deep inside of me to squeeze out the last of his juice. He reached around and pulled me tight against him. I felt his massive weight pin me to the table as he leaned forward. Sweat was dripping off of his baldhead in a heavy flow onto my shoulders. His heart was pounding against my back and all I could hear was his massive breathing. He sounded like he had just run a marathon. Panting he said, "That was the best fuck I've had in years." He heaved for more oxygen.
I looked over my shoulder. "You're not going to have a heart attack on me are you?"
He met my eyes. "I just might. Most exercise I've had in a long time."
"Well this would be a hell of a thing to try and explain to the paramedics. Sorry guys I was just leaning against this pool table when my fat friend had a heart-attack and fell forward jamming his cock in my ass."
Jeff laughed at this. "Million to one shot doctor."
"Yeah, that'd be a great story for our friends to hear. You need to start working out more."
"Well maybe if you'd come over a couple times a week I could just get in all my cardiovascular exercise right here." He reached down and pinched my ass.
I smiled. "We'll see. Don't count your chickens too soon you fat fuck." I was back to my teasing ways.
"Fat fuck?" Jeff repeated. "Boy, you keep opening your mouth and I'm going to stick this slimy dick right into it."
I grinned back at him. "Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!" My mouth comically opened as wide as possible.
"That does it." Jeff pulled back from me and spun me around. "I'm too tired to listen to your shit. So put this in your yapper." He reached down and hefted his spent tool. His fat member was semi-erect and caked with cum and sweat.
I went down and grabbed him by the base. His cock felt good back in my hand. I pulled him closer via his cock. I could smell a mixture of his aroma, and my ass all along his length. And I just didn't care. I opened my mouth and welcomed him back inside of me.
We made eye contact the entire time. Jeff smiled a dominant smile. "Man, my cock was just meant to be in your mouth."
This time I kept him in me as my tongue worked along his shaft taking in the taste that had been denied me for all these years. Instead of talking I merely arched my eyebrows as if to say, "Yes it is."
Jeff laughed. "If I'd have known this was all it would take to shut up your endless babbling, I'd have been feeding you my dick years ago."
I kept working, but gave his balls a little tickle with my hand that sent a shiver through him.
I stayed on my knees for several minutes. Jeff reached over and grabbed his soda and drank while I licked and slobbered on his member. "Kind of funny that we're both getting a Big Gulp at the same time." He grinned and gave a hardy thrust forward as he said this. It was his return joke from my earlier jabs at him.
I moved back on his dick as I had thought of a witty response. However, he predicted this move. Jeff placed his free hand on the back of my head and lead me back to work. "No, no," he said. "You just keep working that cock.
My dick doesn't leave your mouth until I tell you to stop." I had no choice but to obey. Jeff sighed with pleasure, "I'm enjoying the sensation and the silence."
So I continued. Jeff slurped his drink and then added, "Mike, my balls and pubes are a little messy from all my cum. Want to clean those off too?" He grinned as he said this. I could tell by looking in his eyes that he was testing how far he could push me.
He was right. The area around his cock was a sweaty and gooey mess. Most people wouldn't have considered it. Hell, most people wouldn't have been on their knees to begin with. But, this is what I wanted: The feeling of being placed into sexual positions that I would normally never encounter. I removed his cock from my mouth and kept my hand gliding along the softening shaft. Then I moved forward, opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out and began lapping up cum that was smeared across Jeff's hair.
"That's a boy." Jeff chuckled and continued drinking. "See, one minute you're calling me a fat fuck and the next you're tonguing cream from my balls. I could get used to this."
Normally the thought of doing what I was doing might have made me sick. But as I worked him clean by swallowing his thick spent seed, I began to feel aroused. I was living a fantasy that I had dreamed about for years. Servicing my friend.
Five more minutes passed and I was still on my knees. His cock was now soft and I had it and everything else completely clean. He patted me on the head. "Excellent. Never would have gotten a girl to agree to that with as much vigor as you had."
Jeff limped backwards and collapsed into his recliner. He finished his drink. "God damn! I'm drained. I'd probably need a nap just to walk up the stairs."
I sat on the couch. His taste was still lingering heavily in my mouth. I could also feel his juice leaking from my stretched asshole and I knew I'd need a shower. But I felt so good I was afraid to end the moment. I was afraid that once our clothes were back on we'd either forget this whole encounter or else things would just not be the same between us. So we both sat naked mulling the situation over.
Minutes passed and it was now nearing seven o'clock. I knew I had my date with Carol to get ready for but I waited. As if reading my mind Jeff finally broke the silence. "Well, looks like you'll be needing to go soon."
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, got that date."
Jeff stood up. "This was a hell of a good time. A lot better than playing video games or watching movies." We both laughed at this.
"It was." I said.
"Hell I got to have two orgasms and neither involved masturbation. In my book this has been an awesome day. Did this bother you?"
"Not at all. In fact I feel great." I adjusted myself on his couch, as I could feel more and more of his hot juice escaping from my loose asshole. "Although I think I need a shower."
"Yeah me too." Jeff stood up and headed for the bathroom. "My shower's big enough for the both of us. But just remember fucking and showering together is one thing, but we're not gay."
I thought of Carol. One thing was certain; I didn't want to lose her. And yet I also didn't want to give up what I had just experienced. It seemed like a colossal weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. "No I'm definitely not gay. This was just something I needed. So what are we going to do?"
Jeff walked into the bathroom and started the shower. He removed his boots and socks. Then he stood at the toilet and took a long piss. It was the first time I had seen him go to the bathroom. Still considering what we had just experienced, this was really no big deal. Jeff flushed and turned around. "Well the nearest I can figure is that we're not gay and I don't like to use the word bisexual."
"Nope. To be honest. I've never thought about or wanted to be with any other guys. For some reason it's always been you."
Jeff proudly rubbed his cock at that comment. "Fine. I'm pretty much of the same situation since I never really considered any of this until that email you sent me. So basically we just keep hanging out together. And if that means that once in a while we hang out naked and you suck my dick, then that's how it will be. We'll just be Fuck Buddies."
"Good Fuck Buddies."
"Yep. Good Fuck Buddies." Jeff said. "And I'm emphasizing the 'fuck'."
I stood up and walked to the bathroom. "I like the way that sounds. That way I can keep things going with Carol and if you ever get a girlfriend...well, what are the odds of that?"
"Man, fuck you!" Jeff retorted.
"Ha! I think you just did."
"Yes I did." He moved behind me ready to enter the shower. "You're lucky too. If I hadn't gotten that second load out you'd probably be on your knees sucking my dick in the shower."
One foot entered the shower and then I turned to Jeff. "Suck your dick? What makes you think I'd ever want to do that?" Then I smiled.
Jeff looked back at me and grinned. "You know the more we stand here and talk about this, the harder my cock is getting."
I climbed into the shower and got down on my knees. The warm water cascaded around me. "Then get in here and shut the damn door."
Jeff stroked his cock a couple times and said, "Won't you be late for your date?"
"What's a few extra minutes?" Then I reached out and moved his hand away. I grasped him tight around the shaft. "Now, GET IN HERE!" With that I pulled him forward by the cock.
"Whoa." Jeff stumbled forward and climbed into the shower. He closed the door.
The water continued spilling down around us leaving little splashes along my face and chest. His tall bearish body towered above me as once again I was down on my knees at eye level with his dangling cock. I still had butterflies in my stomach but they were the best feeling in the world.
I held his rod and started easily pumping. "Man, this may sound gay but I just love the taste of your cock." With that I ran his length across my lips.
Jeff looked down at me. "Good. This I can do every single day."
I pulled back. "Is that a promise?"
Jeff smiled. "Just keep sucking." His hand directed me back to work.
With a satisfied grin, I opened my mouth and took in his hot cock.
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