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Preface
My name is Tim, and I am 38. Built kind of like a brick shithouse, 5' 9", but not a muscle guy by any stretch of the imagination. I have 7 tattoos that I designed myself, but I would not consider myself inked. I have a beautiful 8" cut cock that always gets compliments and good service.
I have always known I was gay. I tried to do the straight thing, have been engaged twice, both times left behind by my fiancés for assorted reasons not related to my sexuality. I have been around the block, but cannot seem to get fucked... guys always say I am too much the Daddy type for them to get into fucking me. So I have a few toys I play with from time to time, but it is definitely not the same as getting my ass plowed.
I live in a house that is way too big for just me, but I like it that way. Since my last failed engagement I have been fully out to my family and friends, with the usual consequences. But with time, years, they have all come around, and life is good if not a little lonely. Internet porn only goes so far. I have given up on the bars, and found meeting somebody online to be pointless beyond the first meeting and sex. So I live my single gay life, have my good friends, and work a lot. I am financially comfortable and have a nice home, couple of cars, and a boat that I do not take out on the lake nearly enough.
But enough about me.
This story is about me and my best friend Joe. Joe was murdered by his neighbor about 5 years ago in cold blood over the fence line between their houses. The SOB was out on parole and took the cowardly way out, killing himself.
Joe and I were best friends in college, and remained very close in subsequent years. In many ways he was my rock to lean on in hard times, and I his. We had a little British sports car that we worked on restoring together, though I was more a helper than anything else. I still have the car, though it has fallen into a state of disrepair since I am not really mechanically inclined. He lived in Austin, I lived in Dallas and then Houston. I gladly would make the trip out to see him, he was less inclined to make the drive, but I think that is just because he did not like the cities I lived in.
Joe was bisexual. He was about 6 feet tall and lanky with a flat stomach. The guy could eat anything and not gain an ounce. Sometimes at the big parties he would have we would have naked time when the crowd had dwindled. Sometimes naked time would devolve into orgy time, and Joe would either fuck girls or give/get head from one of the cute guys from the local big university. He would also stand there and masturbate while I plowed some hot university ass. It turned me on to watch him stroke his 9" thin, beautiful cut cock and unload on the guys face while I coated him from the inside. We never did anything with each other, though.
Boy
The last time I saw Joe was at one of his bigger parties, which started late in the afternoon and just chugged along at a good speed all night. I got nice and stoned and drunk and just drooled over the prospective sex partners before me. It began to rain and the party moved indoors, and eventually naked time came. I had my eye on a quiet cute guy who had been pretty shy all night. When naked time came he surprised me and stripped down. He was soft looking and had a nice dick with neatly trimmed pubes. I nearly came on the spot. I had to have him. There were five guys and three girls for naked time, some new faces, some regulars.
We hung around naked and kept drinking, and some of us got more stoned off my favorite bong that I had brought with me. We chatted, laughed, and generally had a good time. The stoners began to finish off the food that had not yet been eaten, and found everything funny or intriguing as stoners do. Joe was not a stoner but he was drunk off his ass. One of the guys knelt down in front of one of the girls, and began eating her out. Orgy time had begun. Joe's cock was rock hard and standing proudly at attention as he went up to one of the guys we knew (Mark) and began to fondle him. Mark began to moan and stroke Joe's hard shaft. I sat in a chair stroking my own hard meat as I watched the cute young guy, John. He seemed in awe of what was happening before his beautiful young eyes. Mark knelt down and began to service Joe's straining cock. Joe went weak at the knees and pulled Mark's head into him, forcing his long cock down Mark's throat. Mark moaned with pleasure as he stroked his own cock and buried his face into Joe's groin. I was slowly stroking my own meat, watching this hot blowjob before me.
I glanced over to the young guy I had my eye on, John. He was watching me slowly masturbate and then caught my gaze. I was so turned on by his crystal blue eyes and blonde hair. I kept rubbing my cock and playing with my nice balls. I looked at Mark and Joe just when Joe began to pump his load right down Mark's throat, groaning loudly with his knees shaking. A thin ribbon of cum leaked from Mark's mouth and dripped onto his strong chest. This was too much for me and I shot four ropes of hot cum on my stomach and hand.
I closed my eyes for a moment and suddenly felt somebody licking the cum off my chest and belly. I opened my eyes and there was John, my dream boy for the night, looking up at me. He moved up my chest and kissed me, feeding me my own hot semen. I ran my hands through his messy blonde hair and savored the moment. I moved my hands down his back and rested them on his ass. He started to kiss me more passionately and put his hand on my still hard cock. John moved his hands down and kneaded my balls in his soft fingers. I was in heaven.
"Fuck me Daddy" he said. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and kneaded them in my big hands. He moved down and finished cleaning my cum from my belly, swallowing it all and moving to my cock.
"Yeah, suck that cock that's going to fuck you boy," I said as I lay back in my chair and enjoyed the gentle head he was giving me. He took my whole 8" in his mouth and nursed on it.
"Suck it like you mean it Son, come on and give Daddy some good head," I moaned. He worked his throat on my cock, sending shivers down my spine. I ran my hands through his hair and held him down on my meat, enjoying every moment of foreplay with the boy I had lusted after and was going to plow good and hard.
I looked over at Mark and Joe who were kissing. But Joe was looking at me while kissing Mark, and stroking his meat back to its full extent. I pulled John off my cock and lead him over to the bong. We both took a good long hit and stood kissing and stroking each other's meat. John's dick was about 7" cut, and perfect. I turned my hand upside down so I could rub his head with my palm. John moaned and pushed into me. I pushed back and we kissed and masturbated each for what seemed forever.
I pulled away from him and commanded him "On your knees over the couch boy!" He complied with a smile on his face and presented me with his wonderful ass. I took those beautiful globes in my hands and then slapped his ass, not too hard. He jumped and winced a little. I knelt down behind him and spread his cheeks. I began to bury my face in his ass, and hungrily ate his hole. He whimpered and ground his ass into my face.
"You like that Boy?"
"Yes Sir, please don't stop!"
I buried my tongue in his red boy hole and stroked my meat. I ate him like a starving man. He moaned and moaned. I pulled my head back and gently gave him my middle finger.
"Sir, I am a virgin Sir," John cooed. I nearly shot my load right there! Not only was I having the boy I lusted after, I was going to take his cherry too! I gently probed his ass and found his prostate. I pulled my finger out and he moaned in disappointment, but then moaned in pleasure as I went for it and gave him not two, but three fingers. He wriggled his ass in pleasure as I began to massage his prostate.
"Oh my God, Sir please don't stop!" he nearly yelled. I kept on going and looked over at Joe who was now standing alone, watching me work John's hole, masturbating his beautiful long dick. John was holding on to the couch with both hands and moving his ass with my stroking of his button.
"Fuck!" John suddenly yelled out as his rock hard cock unloaded on the couch without being touched. I kept stroking his prostrate as he came down from his first orgasm of the night.
I pulled my fingers out of his hole and reached around him and held them to his face. He eagerly began to lick and suck on my fingers, tasting his own hole. I looked over at Joe and he was grinning widely. He handed me a bottle of lube and I began to slick up my 8" cock. My dick was so hard it hurt. I put some lube on John's hole, and gently guided my cock to his eager boy hole. I pushed in gently and John just whimpered quietly into the couch. I slowly gave him my whole cock. I was going to plow him good, but I wanted him to enjoy his first time and feel as little pain as possible. I moved in an out with long slow strokes, and felt his prostate on my cock head as I glided past it.
"Yes Daddy, Sir, Yes! Please fuck me! I need your cock!" John yelled. I gave him his wish and began to fuck him harder. I pulled my cock out all the way and he whimpered like a puppy at the empty feeling, and then I plunged back into his deflowered, beautiful red pucker.
"Fuck me harder!" he yelled. I began to pound him like a champ, my balls slapping against his. He held onto to the couch with both hands, and I grabbed his messy blonde hair and pulled his head back. I leaned over him and fucked him with all I had.
"Yes Sir! Please Sir! Don't stop! Fuck me!" he cried. I kept going at it like a dog. I looked at Joe, who had moved onto the couch next to John. He wagged his cock and I turned John's head to it. He eagerly took it in his mouth and moaned in ecstasy as I pounded his virgin ass. I leaned back and watched my shaft slide in and out of him in a blur. John moaned and moaned, louder and louder. His ass suddenly clenched my dick and he pulled off of Joe.
"YES! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" he screamed and he shot his second load of the night all over the couch without touching that perfect dick of his. His orgasm was so intense it pushed me over the edge.
"TAKE IT BOY! HERE YOU GO!" I roared and unloaded my balls deep in his ass. He yelled out as I creamed his beautiful ass. He took Joe's cock back in his mouth and instantly received a load in his other end, hungrily sucking for it and gagging on Joe's hot cum.
I collapsed on his back and began gently kissing his neck. I reached down and felt his softening dick and nuts. He eased himself down onto the couch and said,
"Thank you Sir."
"Good boy." I murmured. I slowly moved my cock in and out of him, my cum leaking out around it. Joe moved off the couch and plopped himself on the floor. I looked around and whatever other sexual activity that was going on around us was over. I had been in my own little world while plowing John's sweet ass and oblivious to what others had been up to. Except Joe, my best friend.
I let my cock slip out of the boy's sweet hole, and rolled him up onto the couch with me, spooning him. We laid there quietly enjoying the feel of our bodies on one another. I drifted off into a drunken, stoned, slumber with him in my arms. The last thing I remember was looking at the clock on the wall, it was only 11:00 PM.
I woke up alone, with one lamp on so I would be oriented when I woke up. It was 1 AM. I was hard and disappointed that my boy had left. There was a piece of paper on the couch next to me. It was a hand-written note:
"Boy. 512 555 4444" I was so happy to find that. I would see John again! I was not in love with him, I was in lust with him. And his fine ass and beautiful cock, which I had not even had a chance to suck. John and I became occasional fuck buddies for many years after that.
Making Love
I got up. I wandered into the kitchen with my cock sticking straight out and aching. My head hurt. Duh. I had some water and foraged at the left over food. Since I was visiting from Houston, I was going to stay over. Even if I lived close, I would probably be too messy to drive home, and would have stayed at Joe's after one of his great parties.
I wandered to the guest room, where I always slept over. I found two people in my bed! Dammit! I did not want to sleep on the couch naked, since it was one of those tweed weaves that itched. I already had some "burns" from fucking my new boy on it!
I had an idea. Joe and I had never done anything sexually, but were so very close. Surely he would let me sleep in the same bed with him. I went into his room to find him curled up on one side of the bed, covered with a sheet. I slowly crawled into bed and whispered "Can I sleep here?"
"Yes, but don't hog the sheet!" Joe murmured, half asleep.
I eased myself in and felt myself sink into the bed. I fell asleep almost immediately, and started dreaming of coffee and eggs for breakfast. I woke up at one point and looked at the clock. 3 AM. I turned on my side and was facing the back of Joe's naked body. I drifted in and out of sleep. Joe suddenly moved backwards and our naked bodies pressed together. I automatically put my arm around his chest and we slept. I woke up again, and my raging hard on was pressing against Joe's ass. I was mortified! My best friend and I had been sharing innocent intimacy and here I was with a hard cock. Then I heard it.
"Grab my dick Tim..."
I froze. I did not know what to do. I just lay there quietly.
"Take it, Tim, I want to you to jack me off."
I moved my hand down, across his belly and took hold of his steely shaft. I began to gently masturbate him, not knowing how he liked it. He sighed and rolled over onto his back. I kept stroking him slowly and he literally melted into the bed. I got on my knees to get a better angle and fondled his balls while I jerked him off.
"That's it, keep going..."
I kept it up for a long time while he laid there slowly writhing on the sheets, his naked body there for me to take in. I moved my hand to better grab his ball sack, and my middle finger went a little low – I did not mean to do that. But it instantly received a response:
"Keep going"
I did not know what to do. Here I was with my best friend who was bi, who had never done anything more than oral sex with another guy, slowly masturbating him and he was telling me to move my fingers to his ass. I kept kneading his balls, and then he nearly commanded me:
"Play with my ass!"
I was still hard as a rock and horny as fuck. I moved between his legs and began to finger the outside of his hole. He moaned in pleasure as I kept jacking him off slowly. We continued like this for a while, when I suddenly decided to go for broke. I leaned down while lifting his ass and began to eat his hole. He jumped at first and then moaned. I stuck my tongue as deep inside him as I could, and relished every minute of it. I could not believe I was doing this. I lapped at his hole, stuck my tongue in it, and simply just made love to it with my tongue. What happened next gave me the shock of my life.
"You're going to make love to me now, I want to feel you as close as I can. I want that beautiful 8" cock of yours in me, I want you to breed me..." Joe whispered, a tinge of fear in his voice. I got up from his ass and wiped my mouth on my arm. I moved up and began to kiss him deeply. We hugged and cuddled and stroked each other's meat.
"Are you sure?" I whispered to him.
"Yes"
"You don't think this will fuck things up between us?" I asked.
"Not if we don't let it, and it's not going to be a habit... I just need to make our friendship as close as it can be. I need you inside me, I need you to take my virgin ass and make love to me." he whispered to me, emotion in his voice.
Again, I did not know what to do. Did I really want to do this? I was all fucked up from the party still and half thinking with my dick. I was conflicted.
The emotion in his voice convinced me. My dick did not help matters.
I went into the living room and grabbed the lube, my cock flopping as I walked. I came back to Joe, and gently lubed up his ass.
"No fingers. I want the real thing the first time." he said.
I lubed up my head and shaft really well. Moving to him, I pulled his legs to my shoulders, exposing his hole to me. Pushing my hips forward, guiding my head to him, I told myself to be so gentle he would not feel a thing. I began to push in slowly, as slow as I could, restraining the urge to ram in. The head of my raging cock popped his sphincter and he yelped, but held steady. I began to push in very slowly. By the time I was half way in, he was biting his lips but smiling. I pulled out a bit and pushed in more.
"Give it all to me" he whispered. I complied and held still for a while when my groin was against him so he could get used to my throbbing dick. He looked like he was glowing, holding firmly onto his rock hard shaft.
"Make love to me, Tim," he said as I slowly moved back and forth. I got a slow rhythm going and began to feel his prostate on my cock head. He cooed and moaned. I leaned forward and began to kiss him deeply as I fucked him slowly. I was going so slowly my balls were not even slapping against him. I began to feel emotional like he was, and relished the closeness between us. I was fucking my best friend. No, I was making love to him, I had fucked the boy earlier. I felt my cum boiling in my balls, wanting to be released. I kept my slow pace up, and put my arms around his back and my head next to his. With his legs up on my shoulders, I had the perfect angle to penetrate him deeply. We were both in heaven and stayed like that with our slow rhythm for a while.
He began to breathe irregularly, a ragged heavy breath. His ass began to clench and release my cock. He was going to cum, and his clenching hole was bringing me close too. He moaned loudly into my ear and I felt him shooting between us, hot ropes of his seed. He immediately said:
"Breed me!"
I needed no encouragement, his orgasm from my gentle fucking had brought me close. A few more slow strokes as I struggled to maintain control and I yelled into the pillow as I bred my best friend's ass deeply. I don't know how many times I shot, but it was a lot and I began to see stars, the orgasm was so intense. I began to cry, and realized Joe was already crying into the side of my head. I held him tightly with my cock still buried inside him. We eventually rolled onto our sides facing each other.
"Thank you. Sir.", Joe said, half laughing. I tousled his hair. We fell asleep in each others arms.
I woke up alone. Again. Clock said 10 AM. My aching head. My tired cock. Man did I have to piss. I went to the bathroom and must have pissed out everything I drank the night before.
I walked out to the kitchen, naked. Something I did not normally do. Joe was making breakfast, naked. Us being naked not during naked time was not something we normally did, but things were different now.
"Thanks for last night," he said.
"No, thank you, I have never felt closer to anybody, but not romantically, if that makes any sense." I replied.
"No, it makes perfect sense." Joe said.
"So are we OK?" I asked, scared of his response.
"We are perfect. Like I said, that is not going to be a regular thing. But I need to feel close to you. And you are going to be the only guy I let fuck me." he replied.
A massive wave of relief swept over me. We were OK!
"OK, good. What's for breakfast? Smells great. I need coffee." I stated.
"I figured you would, messy one!"
"Sorry the boy and I made a mess on the couch; I will try to clean it up."
"No worries, I hate that couch anyway. Leave the cum, it adds character!"
We ate breakfast, showered and got dressed. We hung around for a while shooting the shit, nothing amiss. Everything was as it should be, two best friends together. It was Sunday now, and I had to get back to Houston. Joe waved at me as I pulled out of the driveway, a big grin on his glowing face.
That was the last time I saw or spoke to him. He was murdered three days later. I cherish all the innocent times we had together, the naughty times we shared, and especially making love the last time I saw him.
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