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My Buddy
by T P Ryan
Copyright C 1990 by T Paul Ryan.
I still remember the night that I seduced my best friend, who is straight. It was one of those Friday nights at the local watering holes. None of the local women were interested in our any of out sure-fire pickup lines. So, we ended up going home with just each other.
I guess I better tell you a little about my situation before I go any further. I am a twenty-six years old contractor, which means that I lift heavy things all day long. As a result of my job, I am in good shape. I have sandy blond hair and a beard and moustache to match. Women seem to like me but I like men. I live in a small town and so, the only time I can let myself out of the closet is when I am in a nearby city. My name is Michael.
I have known Rusty Woodman since we were both in kindergarten. We grew up together. Rusty is a sergeant on the local police force. He is as straight as they come and, to my knowledge, never suspected that his best friend beat off thinking about him. I have had a crush on Rusty ever since I realized I was turned on by a cock and not a cunt. That was about twelve. He has wavy black hair that hangs to his collar, plenty of muscle- thanks to frequent work-outs, and the best chest I have ever seen. He grew a moustache about two years ago and that sent me wild.
I chased the local women with him, because I had to. I caught a lot of them, but that was never satisfying. I always ended up feeling bad the next morning. But, at least my secret was secure.
I had never seen Rusty naked in the whole time I had known him. This was a source of great speculation and frustration on my part. I could IMAGINE what that bulge in his pants looked like, but I had never seen it. We did not share the same gym class in school and there was never a real opportunity to get him naked. Believe me, I tried all sorts of things. He was just too shy about his body.
Anyway, getting back to my story, we went to my home with the dreaded "blue-balls". You know, that disease that single straight men invented to salve their egos for beating off that night. They had to do it because they had Blue Balls, you know the shit.
We got to my apartment and that was when I realized that my dear friend had just a little too much to drink that night. I actually had to help him into the door. I got him over to the couch and when he was sitting he seemed to get a little better.
"Those fuckin bitches were teasing us all night long, man", he shouted.
"That's what women do best, you know that." I responded.
"Right," he slurred, "Fuck em."
"That's what you wanted to do anyway." I responded.
This sent him into a fit of laughter.
"How about a beer?" He asked.
"Sure, but it's getting late." I answered. It was getting late, almost three already.
"Naw, still early." He answered and then pleaded, "Please?"
I got him the beer out of the refrigerator. It was a running joke that I could not refuse him when he pleaded.
"You know I can't resist your pleading." I laughed.
"Man, it is hot in here." He said and proceeded to take off his shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it over the back of the couch. This gave me a look at that chiseled chest again, the one with the perfect nipples. His chest is mostly smooth except for the line of black hair from his belly button on into the tops of his jeans.
"That's better." He said and then took a big gulp of beer.
It was a very warm night, being July. It's getting HOT, I thought.
"Sorry, the air is broken." I apologized.
"No problem, I can always take clothes off." He answered.
Something in his tone made me look up from the beer I had gotten for myself. Was that some kind of come-on? It was something about the way he said it, something in the tone. I decided to take things very cool and not jump to conclusions.
"What's on TV?" he asked.
"I never watch it," I answered. I tossed him the remote, "Find out. I've got to go bleed the lizard." I heard the TV come on as I left the room.
I almost died when I got back into the room. He was sitting on the couch in his white cotton BVD's and watching one of my bisexual videos. I remembered that I had left it in the VCR from the night before. Fortunately, the scene on the screen was a straight one.
"Hi there." He smiled at me, " I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff."
"Ah, why don't you turn it off now?" I stammered, " I really don't want to see this now."
"Oh, I do." He grabbed that huge bulge in his shorts with his hand and leered at me. "This bitch is about to get caught fucking this delivery boy. Her husband is about to come in and kick his ass."
"Come on, I'm already horny. I don't need to see this shit." I tried again. The husband was about to come in, but he was not going to KICK the delivery boy's ass. He was going to fuck it.
"Here he comes. Now the shit will hit the fan." My friend was really into this and there was no way to stop him. I knew, at that point, that our friendship was over. So I figured, what the hell? His bulge had grown to the point where his shorts waist- band was pulled away from his body. I could just see the top of his pubic hair from where I was standing. He reached down and rubbed his hard cock one time and then shot me a glance to see if I was paying attention.
"What the fuck?" His exclamation made me look at the screen. The husband was forcing the delivery boy down on his knees. He was delivering my favorite line in the whole film- "What's good enough for my wife, is good enough for me". I figured Rusty was going to get off the couch, slug me and throw the remote through the TV. Was I ever surprised.
"Look at this shit." He said and then looked over at me.
"You like this kind of stuff?" He asked.
I decided to let it all out now. I might as well. "Yes." I answered weakly.
What I did next amazed me probably more than him. I walked over to him and said , "You may hate me later, but I have wanted to do this for a long time."
Without giving him any time to react, I dropped to me knees between his legs. I spread his legs apart and grabbed the band of his BVD's and pulled. His huge, swollen cock flopped against his belly, making a slapping sound that drove me wild. His cock was even bigger than I though it was. It was perfect. He had two huge balls hanging under it and I started nibbling on these. I expected to feel him slap me off at any minute but he just groaned as I took one of those heavy balls into my mouth. I began to lick the ball sack and then made my way up to the cock. I ran my tongue around the shaft, just under the ridge. This made him shudder and I felt his fingers in my hair.
"OOhh," he groaned, "Suck harder."
I was amazed now. I had expected that this was going to turn ugly, but, instead it had become a full - blown (pardon the pun) fuck session. I moved up his wash-board belly, licking as I went. I made it up to those perfect nipples. I closed in on his left nipple with my teeth. I lightly bit on it and began to suck on it. This seemed to really turn him on. He moaned. That really turned me on. I was pinching his right nipple and sucking on his left nipple when suddenly I felt his strong hands on my shoulders. He pulled my up onto him and pulled my face up to his. We looked each other in the eyes for a full minute. I did not know what to expect. I figured, here it comes. The kiss off. What I got was the kiss-on. He pulled me close to him, I could feel that he was using all of his muscle in this hug. Then he shocked me by kissing me very passionately. Suddenly I knew what I had envied all those women for, his kiss. His tongue shot into my mouth and I thought I would shoot my load then and there. He ran his hands up and down my torso and then ripped the shirt off my back.
I have a very hairy body and this seemed to turn him on.
"Stand up and strip for me. Let me see what my best buddy has for me." He said thickly. He stroked his cock once and looked at me expectantly.
I stood up and kicked off my shoes and then pulled off my white sweat socks. He reached over and took off my belt, opened my jeans and slid them off me. I was standing there in my red jockey's with a raging hard-on. He ran his fingers through the hairs on my leg and then tenderly slid my shorts off. He looked up at me for a minute and my heart stopped for a second. Was he really going to SUCK my dick?
"I've never ahh, had a cock in my mouth before." was all he said and then he filled his mouth with my rock-hard rod. He sucked it down to the base. I heard my balls slap his chin. His hands closed on my ass and he fucked his own face, using my body. As he thrust my cock into his hot throat and between his eager lips he gently massaged the cheeks of my ass.
"I'm cumming." I moaned and pulled back in time to blow my load across his face and chest. Gingerly, he licked his lips and tasted the spunk that was dripping from his moustache.
"Now it's my turn." I said and dropped down between his legs. I gobbled his steel rod like I was starving.
"I'm going to shoot." He groaned and I sucked harder. I would watch his shoot later, right now I wanted to taste his man- juice. True to his word, he filled my throat with his hot jism. His whole body shook as he climaxed. His balls must have been full because his cock pumped until my mouth was full. I swallowed every precious drop and then licked the sensitive cock slit for last drops.
"Jesus." He gasped, "I have NEVER had a blow job like that before."
By this time I had collected myself and flopped on the couch next to him.
"So," I asked the big question, "Is this the end of our friendship?"
I asked the big question even though I really did not want to hear the answer. This was the most important relationship in my life and I did not want it to end.
He looked at me for so long I thought he would drill a whole right through me. It was impossible to tell what was going on inside that beautiful head. Then a grin began to spread across that face and I felt like a lead weight had been lifted from my chest.
"No, this is just the beginning of a closer friendship." He answered.
It was at that time that I realized that he was not as drunk as he had appeared but moments before. I promptly put that thought on the back burner because he started to massage my cock.
"Let's go to the bed, buddy." He said.
I stood up and took him by the hand. I pulled him off the couch and led him into my room. He flopped down on his back and rested his head on his laced hands. He smiled up at me.
"Come on down here and get this here little cock hard so that I can fuck you up your firm ass." He leered.
Never being one to need much urging, I dropped onto the bed and began to tease his cock head with my tongue. The response was almost instantaneous. His cock grew hard in my mouth in seconds. He turned himself around so that we were in that magic number position, sixty-nine. His mouth felt so hot and inviting on my cock.
He pushed me off him, and then pulled up my face so that he was looking into my eyes.
"Can I fuck you?" He asked. I could see, in his eyes, that he was almost fearful of asking.
"Yes," I answered, "FUCK ME."
"I don't want to hurt you." He was concerned.
I looked down at the monster between his legs. I had thought about what that would be like and it made me harder than ever.
"I will let you know if it is too much." I smiled.
This brought a smile to his face. I reached into my bed stand and brought out a jar of anal lube and a condom. He looked thoughtfully at these tools and then smiled wider.
"I guess I am not your first man?"
"Well, to tell you the truth," I responded, "No. You are the first here in this bed. "
He accepted this and I watched as he slid the condom over his cock. It was a tight fit over his fat cockhead.
"I always have trouble with these things." He apologized shyly.
Next, he took the anal lube and looked at me expectantly. I realized he was not that sure of just what to do with it. I took the jar from him and opened it. He watched in fascination as I hoisted my ass up into the air and began to apply the lube to my hot hole. I slid my middle finger deep into my body. This turned him on and he took over. Soon, I was well greased. He was finger-fucking me, watching my asshole close over his finger again and again. Next he smeared some of the goop onto the head of his cock and jacked off a couple of times so that the condom was well-lubed. I got onto my knees and I could feel his cockhead at the entrance to my bowels. He slowly slid his spear home. I felt like my asshole was going to tear open from the size of his prick.
"OK?" He asked.
"FUCK ME." I yelled and this sent him into action. He fucked my asshole hard and fast. I could feel the heat radiating from his body in waves. I could feel his sweat dripping onto me. As he fucked, he was rubbing my back and then he slid his hands down and began to caress my tits. I reached down and began to pay a little attention to my own cock. Then I felt his hands reach down and begin to rub my belly. He bent over my back and began to bite on my ear. I exploded right then and there. That was all I needed. "You are the tightest fuck I have ever had." He whispered huskily into my ear.
Now he slowed his pace way down. He was licking my back and neck, nibbling here and there.
"I want to watch you shoot." I managed to say.
He grunted acknowledgement and continued to spear me. I was hard again by the time he finally pulled out of me. I spun around to see him slide the condom off and begin to jack his cock. He exploded over his chest, some of it landing on his chin. He shook from the force of his own orgasm. He pulled me up into his arms and we just laid there quietly. He hugged me to him and then he kissed my lips. I fell asleep like that, in his strong arms.
I woke to find him standing over me, still dripping from the shower. When he saw me awake he smiled down at me.
"Get up, get a shower. We've got places to go."
"What?" I am never good when I wake up in the morning.
"Come on, we have got to find a place that we can both move into." He said.
"What?" I asked again.
"I want us to live together. We have a lot of getting to know each other to do."
"I figured you for a straight guy. I figured last night was just because of the booze." I said
He smiled at me.
"Hell no, I was not drunk last night. I just wanted to be sure of you before I made a move and lost a friend."
"Sure of me?" Now I was really getting amazed.
"Yeah," He seemed to like my amazement," I have wanted to make it with a man, -you-, for a long time. Every time I fucked some broad I thought of you."
"WHAT?" Now I was shocked.
"I thought maybe you might be open to a little man to man with me. Then I followed you to the city one night and I was pretty sure." He seemed embarrassed here.
"YOU FOLLOWED ME?" I was lost now.
"Sorry, I just wanted to be sure. I didn't want to make a mistake and lose your friendship." He said.
"What made you suspect?" I asked. I might as well take this as far as it would go.
"Oh that, " He was really amused now, " Come on, I am not stupid. I caught you looking at my crotch and ass every chance you got. Especially all those times you seemed to try to catch me nude."
"Then you were aware of my feelings all along?" I asked
"No, I suspected them. You have to remember, these feelings I was having were confusing the hell out of me." He said
"I have wanted last night for years." I said.
"Me too. Only I kept denying it. I finally decided that I might as well admit my feelings and be a whole person."
"And now you want to move in with me?" I asked.
"Yes, I do. But, "He cautioned," I am not ready to give up women. I like women."
"In this town, you couldn't give up women without causing all kinds of problems." I filled in the blanks.
"Can you deal with that?" He asked, expectantly.
"Yes I can." I answered, "For now anyway."
He dropped onto the bed and looked at me with those eyes that I had fantasized about.
"We are going to be a great couple, buddy." He said and then he took me into his arms and kissed me deeply.
TO BE CONTINUED..................