It's been a while since I've written anything. Feedback is more than welcome if you've got any or just want to encourage me to keep writing at joejam886@gmail.com
This is a story about grown men doing the things that grown men do. It's entirely fictional.
© 2018
I've become his best friend's slut. I swear, I was a good boyfriend until now.
Matt and I have been together about four and a half years, entirely monogamous except for the odd threesome every year or so. We've been in a good groove for a while. Matt is sweet and dependable and so damn cute in his suit and tie, working in an office job 9-to-5. He stands at 5'10" with a fat six cut inches that normally end up spraying a load all over me as he tries to grind himself down harder onto my 8 inch uncut dick.
As for me, my name's Caleb and I'm about 6'2" with black hair and green eyes. I've recently moved up to becoming a team leader at my job. Being the rookie means I get the later shift, starting at 1pm and finishing at 9pm if I'm lucky. It can be a pain knowing that our schedules just don't line up but it's become kind of useful since I now find myself on my knees almost every day hungry for another load from Will's fat horse cock.
Matt and Will have been best friends since high school, an odd sort of pair with Will towering over you at 6'5", dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. I know they became friends because Matt had a crush on Will but it never went anywhere. They became best friends instead, bonding over boys, bands and video games. If Will was the same back then he would have been wearing tight pants and no underwear, proudly showing himself off to tease every boy who looked at him the right way.
I won't lie, I've noticed it. I mean, I have eyes, I just never thought I'd actually see it in the thick uncut flesh before walking into the bathroom at our local bar one Friday night half drunk to see him with it jutting out from his open fly, covered in spit, with some guy kneeling in front of it like he was in a daze. And it was probably worth a bit of worship.
At about ten fat inches the foreskin was pulled back. Glistening with spit, veins throbbing on top, a string of presumed leading back to the plump parted lips of the boy on the bathroom floor.
And as Will's eyes met mine a wicked smile spread across his face, pulled his shirt further up on his thick-haired stomach, and guided the boy's mouth back around his member. Sliding it to the back of his throat, Will held it there for what felt like an eternity but was probably a matter of seconds, then pulled the mouth off him and shook his cock in his hand. I was paralysed in the doorway, my own cock rigid in my jeans.
I could feel whatever blood wasn't in my cock was burning my face from the inside, I must have been bright red as I pushed my eyes down and marched into a stall. I waited for my hardon to subside, and after what seemed like ten years I was able to finally piss. When I left the stall the bathroom was empty again.
I made my way back to our table in the corner. Drive Bar was pretty quiet now, it must have been about 11:30pm. Usually around then most guys have scattered to one of the other local establishments. Matt's dimples were on full display as he grinned at me, an almost empty glass in hand.
"Should we get going soon? I think those two are going to manage a ride on their own." He nodded his head at Will leaning back on the bench against the wall by our table, his friend for the evening straddling him, their tongues battling with each other.
"Probably a good idea." I replied. Matt downed whatever was left of his beer and soon a vehicle was summoned by the internet to get us back to the townhouse we've shared for the last few years.
We shucked our clothing after brushing our teeth and climbed into bed, holding each other close as we kissed goodnight and the light was switched off. Matt soon turned over, my arm draped across him from behind.
I couldn't stop thinking about it. His cock must have been as fat as Matt's, which would have given me pause if Matt was a top at all. It looked so heavy, so hard and so wet.
My cock throbbed painfully, and I could feel it was now touch Matt's back. It wasn't long before I drew myself closer to him, positioning myself so that it was nestled between his beautiful ass cheeks. I didn't want to disturb him, he gets pretty tired since he starts earlier than me, but I couldn't help but grind my cock against him.
When his arm wound itself around mine he pulled me tighter and shifted, my cock head grazing against his pink hole.
I disentangled our hands and rolled him onto his stomach, climbing onto him, enjoying the friction as my cock pressed against his beautiful bubble butt. I grabbed the lube from beside the bed and made my cock slick, pressing it into his tight, hairless hole until I felt it starting to open for me.
Moving my hands to grasp his wrists on either side of him, I press myself deeper into him and withdraw, then deeper again, until I finally feel all 8 inches of my cock are buried inside of him. We grunt and sweat, thrusting against each other, his ass pressing up from the bed as he tries to feel me deeper and harder with every thrust until my load is finally pouring into him.
I slept well that night.
The rest of the weekend was fairly uneventful. We watched TV, played some board games with friends and cleaned at some point. I was lying on the sofa at about 9 on Sunday night when I got the message. "You don't start work til after 12 tomorrow?"
It was Will.
"Yeah, that's right." I replied after a few minutes so that my cock could stiffen at the thought of what I'd seen the other night and then go down again.
"Could you swing by with that copy of Horizon?" We'd offered to lend it to him after heaping drunken praise on it Friday night.
"Sure. I'll come at about 10." He was only a couple of blocks over, that'd give me time to get in, get out and get ready for work.
"See ya then." My cock twitched.