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Soaking Wet
It was nearly 3:00 in the morning, the rain was pounding my roof, and my doorbell was ringing as though someone was leaning on the button.
"I'm coming," I yelled, descending the stairs in my navy blue boxers and white undershirt. "Hold your friggin' horses."
"Open the door, Tommy," I heard a voice crying from outside. I peeked through the curtain to see my best buddy, Billy, soaking wet.
Unlocking and pulling the door open, I quizzed him, "Billy, what the fuck are you doing? It's 3:00 in the morning."
"Please, let me come in, Tom," Billy begged.
"Yeah, of course, of course, come in," I said, pulling him through the doorway. "Jesus, Bill, I could smell you through the closed door. Have you been drinking?"
"Like a fish," Billy slurred.
Looking out the door, I asked him, "Where's your car?"
"At home," he answered.
"And where did you get hammered?" I inquired, as I closed and relocked my door.
"O'Looney's," Billy told me.
"O'Looney's?" I snapped. "That's all the way across town. How did you get here?
"Stumbled," he chuckled.
I have to admit, I laughed at that, too. Even stark raving drunk, Billy had a sharp sense of humor, which, I think, is why we were such good friends. We had little in common, but had a respect for one another with was based on wit. Billy and I were friends since we were in the first grade. He was sporty and I was artsy, but we always wound up sitting near one another in school, even through high school. We actually attended the same college, and wound up taking jobs at that very university.
"You're soaking wet, Billy," I said, pulling at his shirt with my fingertips.
"It's raining out," Billy replied, as if to say, "Duh!"
"Billy, why are you drunk, and why did you walk all the way over here?" I asked, with a bit of an edge to my voice. "You're lucky you didn't get stopped by a cop."
"Taaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy," Billy moaned, leaning his dripping body over me, "Becky doesn't love me anymore."
"What?" I snipped, pulling away from him.
"She told me she doesn't love me anymore," Billy continued, leaning himself against my door and sliding down to the floor. "She kicked me out. Said there's someone else."
I was stunned. I never particularly liked Becky. She rubbed me the wrong way from the moment I met her. I had to paint on a smile at their wedding, but I always figured that if Billy could deal with her, so could I.
"Come on, buddy," I sighed, holding my hand out to help him up.
"I have nowhere to go, Tommy," Billy informed me.
"Sure you do," I assured him, "right here at Casa Tommy."
"Thanks, buddy," he said gratefully, scrambling to his feet and wrapping his sopping wet arms around me."
"We'd better get you out of these wet clothes before you get sick," I instructed.
I led Billy to the bathroom, where he tried to unbutton his shirt with little success.
"What's the matter with this fucking shirt?" Billy wondered.
"I don't think the problem is with the shirt, Bill," I laughed. "Let me help you."
I unbuttoned my friend's white cotton shirt to expose his well-developed chest. I'd always admired his furry pecs over the years, but never had the opportunity to actually put my hands on it, except for in my dreams, of course. Billy sat down on the toilet seat cover and stuck his foot up so I could help him pull his boot off. It was pretty comical, but we managed to get him out of both boots and socks. He steadied himself on his feet again and began to unbuckle his belt. Now I was feeling a little light-headed. I'd seen Billy naked plenty of times over the years, but never up close and personal, like this. He forced his wet jeans down his legs and stepped out of them. Billy was soaked through to his underwear. He was one of the few guys our age who still wore tighty-whiteys, which was a real turn-on to me. Not only that, but they were so wet, they hugged his privates, leaving little to the imagination.
"Well, get out of those, too," I commanded, "and get in the shower. I don't want my best friend to get pneumonia."
"Okay," Billy groaned, while wiggling out of his undies.
"I'll take these wet clothes and put them in the drier so they'll be dry for you in the morning," I informed him, looking back over my shoulder to spy his slightly fuzzy butt entering my shower.
On my way back, I stopped at the linen closet to pick up a towel. Upon re-entering the bathroom, Billy's soapy butt was pressed against the glass shower door as he bent down to wash his feet.
"Woah!" I mumbled.
"That you, Tommy?" Billy asked.
"Who else would it be, Billy?" I responded. "Norman Bates?"
Pushing the shower door open, and considerably more sober, albeit naked, Billy stood there, dripping.
"Here, Bill," I said, handing him the towel.
"Thanks, Tommy," he replied. "I'm sorry to interrupt your night."
"Where else would you have gone?" I inquired.
"I don't know," he admitted.
"And why didn't you just come over here in the first place?" I wanted to know.
"I was embarrassed, Tommy," he confided. "I know you were never nuts about Becky."
"Well, that's the truth," I admitted. "But I never thought she'd ditch you. Did she tell you who the other guy is?"
"I insisted she tell me, but she refused," Billy informed me. "But that will be easy enough to find out."
"Well, get yourself dried off," I told him, " then come into my bedroom. I'll find some shorts or something for you to sleep in."
"Just a pair of boxers will be fine," Billy said quietly.
I returned to my bedroom and pulled a pair of blue striped boxers from my top drawer. I lay back down on my bed and picked up the book that was sitting on my nightstand. Moments later, my stark naked best friend was hovering in my doorway. I looked up and gave him the once-over. Wow. I had always admired his body, but tried to not look at him in a sexual way. After all, why bother? He was straight. He was married.
"Here, chum," I said, flinging the boxers at him.
"Thanks again, Tommy," Billy whispered, pulling the shorts up his legs and tucking his genitalia in. He sat down on the foot of my king sized bed, put his face in his hands and began to weep. I dropped my book back onto the nightstand and crawled to my friend. I wrapped my arms around him from behind. He grabbed on to my arms and squeezed.
"I feel like such an idiot," Billy admitted.
"Try not to think about it right now, Billy," I advised. "Lay back here and get some sleep. I'm sure you'll see things more clearly in the morning."
We both lay back. Billy cuddled into my arms, which would have looked pretty funny to anyone watching, since he's about 6'4", and I'm only 5'9". But it felt natural. I was always the more mature one, the more practical one. We both drifted off to sleep. I would wake up about two hours later, laying on my side, and Billy lying right behind me in a spooning position. It felt really nice to have his furry chest and belly pressed against my back. Even more wonderful was the feeling of being cradled into Billy's lap, and his erection, which had escaped the fly of his borrowed boxers, cradling the crack of my butt. Now, I had seen his flaccid penis many times, but had never seen it erect. It felt magnificent. I was hoping I would get the opportunity to get a glimpse of it. I slowly turned myself toward my friend, trying not to awaken him. Fortunately, Billy rolled with it, and readjusted himself once I was facing him. His head was resting on my shoulder and his hard cock was now resting on my leg. And he wasn't the only one with a hard cock at this point. Mine was sneaking out of my boxers, too. I couldn't resist. I pulled the covers back and looked down to see Billy's 9 inch-long penis, poking at me. It was a monster. Mine was nothing to sneeze at, but Billy's was beautiful. It was circumcised, and bent upward slightly. I lay there agonizing. Should I, or shouldn't I? Will he punch my lights out if he wakes up and my hand is around his dick? Well, I gave in to my urges and lowered my hand onto his gorgeous erection. As I gave it a slight squeeze, Billy moaned, and slowly began moving back and forth, as if he were fucking my hand. I began masturbating him, and he continued to hump my hand. Soon, Billy was rolling over onto me. He was awake, and horny. Was he aware that this was I, and not Becky?
"Billy," I whispered, urgently.
"I love you, Tommy," he grumbled, looking down at me, taking my face in his hands and ramming his tongue into my mouth.
Now, I know I should have called the whole thing off at this point. Billy was upset, and probably still buzzed a bit. I was afraid we would both regret anything that might take place. But, per usual, my sex drive was in high gear, and I was as horny as he appeared to be.
"I've always dreamed about messing around with you, Tommy," Billy confessed, "and now that Becky has someone else, I don't have to worry about being unfaithful."
"Billy, I don't know," I recoiled.
"C'mon, Tommy," Billy begged, "Your hand was on my cock."
"Oh," I said, shocked, "you were awake."
"It's okay, Tommy," Billy promised me, sliding off of me and lying beside me. "Maybe it's something we should have tried years ago."
"When we used to jerk off behind the old stone wall together," I reminded him, "don't you think something might have happened then if it was supposed to?"
"We were teenagers, Tom," Billy insisted. "We would never have been able to look at one another again."
"And now?" I asked, looking into his beautiful, blue eyes. "What if you regret it afterwards? I don't want to lose your friendship because of an indiscretion."
"There's nothing indiscrete about this, Tommy," Billy retorted. "I came here tonight wanting to be with you. Yes, I'm upset about Becky, but this is my chance to see if my suspicion is right." "Suspicion?" I questioned.
"I suspect we should mess around," Billy winked.
"I love you, Billy," I told him directly, with a smile on my face, "but..."
"Don't you want to suck my cock, Tommy," Billy teased.
"Of course I want to suck your cock, Billy, "I admitted. "I'm a cocksucker."
Laying flat on his back, Billy totally exposed himself to me, wrapped his hand around the back of my head and lowered it toward his mid-section. Instinctually I opened my mouth and sucked his mancock into my wanting mouth. I was in heaven. I slobbered all over it.
"Oh God, Tommy," Billy moaned. "That's it. Becky never liked to do this."
Screeching halt. I looked up at him, raised my eyebrow, and insisted, "Do not compare me with her."
"Oh, sorry, buddy," Billy apologized, "it's just been so long since I've had anything else, and this was incredible." I couldn't help but grin and go back down on him. I really loved this guy, so I gave it all I had. I licked up and down that schlong, sucked on the head, swirled my tongue around the bulbous head, then worked my way back down the shaft to his furry nut sack. I bathed his balls with my saliva, which made him crazy.
"Jesus, Tommy," Billy said in ecstasy.
"You like that?" I asked him in a sexy voice.
"God yes," he insisted.
"Then you'll love this," I warned him, lifting his balls up and licking his butt hole.
"Oh, fuck!" Billy screamed. "No one's ever done that to me, Tommy. Fuck! That's incredible."
It was great. He was all man, and tasted that way. Meanwhile, my cock was rubbing against his furry leg, feeling like it would bust open any moment. I ran my tongue back to his hardon, and began giving him an expert cocksucking. Billy began thrusting his pole in and out of my mouth. I reached between his legs and fondled his nuts. He spread his legs wide to give me access. I decided to go another step, since he was so into my blowjob: I slid my middle finger into his butthole.
"Whoa!" Billy yelped.
"Relax, buddy," I whispered. "Just open up. Push down while I push in."
Billy conformed and I felt his butt muscles accepting my finger and I continued to suck him. When I found his prostate he screamed through his teeth, and precum began oozing from the slit of his cock. It was delicious. It drove me crazy. I was in the homestretch now. As I sucked ferociously on my best friend's ever hardening cock, and fingered his hole, he bucked up and down, fucking my face.
"Tommy, I'm getting close," Billy panted.
So was I. I was still humping Billy's leg.
"Oh, fuck, Tommy," Billy howled, "I'm cumming."
I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock, looking forward to his cream flooding my mouth, and jammed my finger into his butt one last time, to the hilt, ramming his prostate.
"Jeeeeeeeeeezuuuuuuuuuus!" Billy gasped, unloading his love cream into my mouth. He came in 8 or 9 powerful ropes and a few sputters, as I poked at his prostate a few more times. As I swallowed his jizz, I came all over his leg, groaning with pleasure.
I collapsed on top of Billy. We breathed heavily for what seemed a long time. Eventually we drifted off to sleep once again, satiated, at least for the moment. Was this a regrettable, one-time only affair, or did these two best friends realize they should have been lovers all along?