Robert and Me 11-05-00 troytwelve@hotmail.com
This is the standard disclaimer. There sex in this story. There is foul language in this story. If either of these offends you or the thought of two men being intimate with one another causes you to freak out, stop here -- save yourself the trouble. You should be of age if you are reading this.
Robert and I were spending the weekend at my friends' lake house in Upstate New York. My boyfriend's family was in for the weekend and because they didn't know he is gay, I had to leave. Needless to say I was pissed. Here I am 2 miles down the lake at my friends' house, while my lover was pretending to be straight for his fucked up family. It is really not like me to cheat on anyone I am dating, but I had enough of being treated badly by Carl and feeling like I was not important enough for him to also think of my feelings.
Anyway, Robert agreed to spend the weekend with me as my friends had gone out of town and I did not want to be alone. Robert and I were very good friends. Very good friends who had, in the past, fooled around. Actually, Robert still remains one of the best fuck buddies I have ever had.
So, that weekend I started off in a bad mood. I was mad at my boyfriend and didn't like the fact that he could make me feel so bad. I didn't help that we saw Carl and his brother in the motorboat while we were out cruising the lake. You should have seen the look on Carl's face when he saw Robert and me together. He did not know that we had ever done anything, but he must have been suspicious. He knew that my friends were gone and that we were alone in the house.
After seeing Carl on the water, Robert and I had a fabulous dinner I made and just hung out in the beautiful summer night air. Robert brought some beer with him and was mellowing out after a long week at work. I don't really remember how the atmosphere began to change that night. It may have been my anger at Carl that started it, or Robert and the beer, but somehow Robert and I began to drift towards sexual conversations.
We started playing cards earlier in the evening and when it got too dark to see, we went in the house. Instead of going into the dining room or living room to play, we went into the master bedroom to play on the bed. I don't know why we did that. In retrospect, it seems we were destined to end up fucking. Soon the card game changed. We added wagers to each hand. The winner got to tell the loser to do a truth or dare. I lost first and picked dare.
If there was any doubt that the evening would remain platonic, the first dare removed it. Robert dared me to remove all my clothes and run around the outside of the house. I did it. I was hard the whole time thinking about what was going to be happening. Of course it was dark and no one could see me so the point was not to have me embarrass myself in front of other people, but to get me naked, even for a moment and start Very good friends who had, in the past, fooled around. Actually, Robert still remains one of the best fuck buddies I have ever had. the ball rolling sexually.
On the next turn Robert lost and took a truth. I honestly can not remember what I asked him. I'm sure it had something to do with sex though. At one point I made Robert hang a pair of my friend's boxers off his erect penis. The damn thing is so big, I think we could have hung a few pair off of it. Then I made him wear the boxers for the rest of the game. They were too tight and made his semi-hard cock look so tasty.
We finally tired of the games and the last dare was mine to give Robert. I dared him to fuck me. He did.
Robert leaned over and kissed me and put his tongue in my mouth. I sucked it hard, showing him what I planned to do with his cock. After a nice make-out session, he crawled up the bed and fed me his cock, it was so hard and big my mouth was stretched to the limit. I tasted his pre-cum leaking down my throat. I got him nice and wet and he rolled me over and fucked my brains out! It was so exciting to be on my friends' bed only 2 miles away from my boyfriend getting fucked royally.
After we came we took separate showers; the showers at the lake house were too small for two. The next day was back to normal, we were still close friends, and nothing between us had changed. The one thing that had changed, though, was that I had cheated on my boyfriend. I know that day was the beginning of the end for Carl and me. We held out awhile, but it was never the same. It was too hard for me to lie there and pretend to like him fucking me, all the time knowing that I would rather be fucking Robert and his big hard cock.