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My Married Friend (Part Five)
The rest of the retreat was awesome. We went to the events from which our absence would be notable. We skipped the rest, spending the time in Rob's room with me sucking him and him fucking me. If Rob's wife had wanted a load when we got back in town, she'd have had to work pretty hard for it. As we lay in bed on Sunday morning, I counted 15 loads over the past 60 hours, or one every four hours. I wanted one more before we left, and I knew exactly how I wanted it.
Rob was asleep on his stomach, so I decided to wake him up by eating his ass. Like many straight men, he was not very attentive to anal hygiene or maintenance. So, I got a warm cloth, slid it between his muscular, round butt cheeks, and then slowly buried my face in his ass. He had to be awake, as he adjusted his ass and slightly spread his legs, providing me unfettered access to his opening. I plunged in, burying my face in his musky ass.
Rob thoroughly enjoyed getting his salad tossed, pushing back against me as I pushed forward. I cupped his balls as I started to force my tongue past his ring of resistance. I wanted him to utter two words, and I was not going to stop eating until he did. I coated him with my spit as a I worked my tongue in and out of him, trying to coax him to admit what he wanted. With no other options, I forced my finger into his ass and searched for his prostate. When I hit it, I got what I wanted . . . .
"Fuck me."
I was happy to oblige. I raised up, spit in my hand, coated my dick, and pressed it in where my finger had been. I was no sadist. I pushed slowly in, stopping every inch or two so Rob could adjust. When I was all the way in, I laid down flat on his back, hooked my arms under his armpits, and started slowly sliding in and out of him. Rob was quickly pushing back into me, and I knew he was rubbing his own hard dick against his stomach and the sheets as he did. I changed my angle until I felt the hard nub of his prostate against my dick, and then I held that angle and slowly worked in and out as Rob panted.
A layer of sweat appeared between his back and my smooth, hairless chest.
Rob's ass clenched as he came. I shuddered as my own orgasm followed. I filled Rob's ass.
When we were both spent, I raised up on my arms, and I leaned down and kissed between Rob's shoulder blades. Then I kissed his sides as I worked my way down his back. Then, I gently bit each of his ass cheeks until I moved in for the kill, licking from his ass the little bit of my cum that had leaked when I pulled out.
"Whoa, what are you doing?"
"Don't you worry about it," I said as I swallowed what I had stolen.
"This is getting weird."
"Rob, you're having sex with your male best friend behind your wife's back. It is not getting weird. It has been weird," I said as I pulled off and headed to the shower.
Rob joined me in the shower. We washed each other. Once the shower was over, we dried each other. We did not kiss, which I noticed.
We sat next to each other on the flight home. I tried to hold Rob's hand on the flight home. Each time, he pulled it away. The romance of the weekend was over.
Rob had driven me to the airport, so he had to drive me home. When we got to my house, Rob hopped out of the car, and grabbed my bag from the trunk.
"I can carry it," I said, as I fished my key out of my carry-on.
"I'm good," Rob responded as he headed up my steps.
I unlocked the door, and Rob carried my bag inside.
"You got anything to drink?" Rob asked as he put the bag down.
"I have everything to drink," I said, moving my bag out of the entryway.
"I'll take a jack and coke," Rob said as he moved into the living room and grabbed the remote. After making the drink, I joined him.
"What's going on?"
"Amy thinks we're on the 6 p.m. flight, so I've got a couple hours to kill."
"Kill or fill?" I asked, implicitly suggesting we cap our fuckfest off with an in-home edition.
"Just kill," Rob said as he took a sip of his drink and rested his head on the back of the couch. It was clear he was troubled by something.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I'm just trying to make sense of things."
"How so?"
"I'm attracted to women. I have never been attracted to guys. I have never wanted to fuck a guy. I have never had a gay thought. But, I just spent the weekend fucking a guy. A lot. And I liked it. A lot. And I'm trying to figure out what it all means."
"Why does it have to mean anything?"
"How can it not?"
"Here's how I see it. You love me. I love you. That love has gotten physical. That's all. If we stop fucking, I don't think you're going to find another guy. I'm the only guy you'll ever fuck. Your love for me is making you do things that are not natural for you. It is not releasing things that are natural for you. You'd prefer if your wife would fuck you. She won't. You'd prefer that I had a pussy. I don't. I have a dick. So, you're making do. That's all."
"You think it can be that easy?"
"The easy explanation is usually the right one." I hesitated, as Rob looked unconvinced. "Look, it's not like you secretly hooked up with guys, watched gay porn, or got a thrill to men's underwear ads. I know you like tits and pussy. You know you like tits and pussy. So, yes, it's that easy. Don't make it more than it is."
"I'm not sure I am comfortable with all of the kissing."
"What?"
"The kissing. I'm not comfortable with it. It makes it all more than it is."
I was devastated. Rob saw it on my face and stood to leave.
I hugged him good-bye. As I did, my dick got hard. I could not help myself. I crossed the line again. "You know, this does not have to be a road show only."
"It does."
"Why?"
"It seems less awful to me."
"Then we'll keep it a road show," I said, although I could feel his dick swelling against my stomach, and neither of would release the hug. When he finally let go of me, his dick was hard as a rock and pressing against the inside of his khakis. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself, so I grabbed it.
Rob grabbed my shoulders a bit too hard. "Not here. I just said that. Not here."
I let go of him.
"I have to go," he said, as he headed out the door. I had ruined a gentle good-bye with my avarice.