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A Friend's Confession

By: markindy



When the phone rang, I knew it had to be Drew. With my wife gone for the week helping her Grandmother make the transition to assisted living, and his wife away for the next ten days with a business conference overseas...I knew he would be bored and itching to do something. I was really hoping for something like a game of basketball at the Y, or biking at the nearby trails...but I knew better. He and his wife had bought a very nice older home that needed some updating, and Drew was constantly knocking down or painting walls. I was not only his best friend for the last ten years, but also his favorite home improvement buddy. There wasn't much one or the other of us couldn't do around the house, so I didn't mind helping...I just wasn't sure I was in the mood for a face full of plaster dust again.

"Mike...buddy! I hear you're home alone a struggling for things to do this week. Have I got an offer for you!" Drew said, sounding much too enthusiastic.

"Wow...it took all of two hours after Linda left before you called me. You're response time is getting really slow."

"Believe me, I would have called earlier, but I had to get supplies. You know...all the necessities...lumber, drywall, beer, corn chips."

"Sounds like I've already agreed to the offer. Given the shopping list, I suppose were not having a little one-on-one game of hoops."

"You are correct on both counts. You know how much I admire your plumbing skills...I'm thinking its time to redo the guest bathroom. You did such admirable work on the master bath...I wouldn't think of hiring anyone else."

"I see...well I'm certain you'll agree to my rate increase...seeing as you had free labor the first time around." I said as sarcastically as I could manage.

"Hell, I'll give you five times what you got before...plus room and board so you don't have to make that half-hour drive back and forth every day."

"Fine...it's a deal. I'll be there in a couple of hours after I collect my tools and work clothes. You owe me so big, you'll never be able to work off your debt."

After a few more minutes of idle chit chat, I hung up the phone and began collecting what I needed for what was sure to be a solid week of hard labor. I can say with near certainty that I wouldn't do this for anyone but Drew. We met in college during our freshman year, and remained friends ever since. At school, we sometimes lived in the same building, had classes together, and played on several intramural teams. There were even the few occasions when we had dated the same girls...at different times, of course! After graduating we kept in contact as we started our careers and eventually settled in the same town. We've both just turned thirty within months of each other, and life has overall been good to us. Drew has been married for four years, and I've been married three. Our wives are beautiful ladies with strong minds and careers of their own. Neither of us has any kids, at least not yet, but there has been discussion about that topic with both couples. Drew is just a few inches taller than me at 6'-2", and weighs about 175 pounds...with his dirty blond hair, green eyes, and seemingly year-round tan...he always found it a little easier to score with the ladies than I did. People tell me I'm no slouch, and I'll accept that! Weighing 165 pounds with a 32-inch waist, blue eyes, reddish-blond hair, and the fair complexion to go with it...I think my trim swimmers build compares well with Drew's slightly bulkier, more toned physique. With our common interests in sports and similar hobbies, our friendship has gotten stronger over the years and we've both expressed from time to time how lucky we feel to have each other around. The fact that our wives get along so well has only made a good situation even better. 

Pulling into my friend's driveway, I could tell I was getting into more than a two-day project. Drywall was stacked waist-high in the garage along with new tubs, toilets, and cabinetry. He must have been planning this well before Tracy left for Europe. The first day we spent removing the old fixtures, tearing out drywall, and generally making a huge mess. I felt almost guilty taking a shower in the new bathroom we built six months ago as I watched plaster dust and other dirt flow down the drain. The new shower was large enough for three people to stand in without touching. With a rainfall head in the ceiling and multiple jets on either marble-covered wall, it was like standing in a temple of hygiene. It seemed a real shame to get something dirty that we had worked so hard to build. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist as Drew came in and started peeling out of his dust and sweat soaked clothes. Seeing each other nude certainly wasn't anything new, as we often showered at the gym or the club before we came home. I thought nothing of it as I left the room and headed for bed.

"See you in the morning man...you've worn me out...I'm just going to go to bed so we can start the fun all over tomorrow."

"Hey Mike, no problem...plan to pass out myself...catch you in the morning." Drew replied as he stepped into the shower.

Sleep came quickly as I nodded off just minutes after hitting the bed. At about 2 AM, I woke up needing to recycle some of the beer I had drank that evening. Like an idiot, I walked to the guest bath in the hall without realizing I had just spent the day tearing it to pieces. Fortunately, with the way the master bedroom was laid out, I could use Drew's without having to walk past and wake him up. His bedroom door was open with the bathroom door just a few steps ahead...the bedroom was a few feet off to the right. As I stepped into the door, I realized Drew had the TV set on as the glow flashed across the walls. I paid no attention to it as I moved further into the bathroom, closed the door, and took a much-needed piss. Drew must not have heard me enter, as I could clearly hear the soundtrack coming from the TV. He was obviously watching some porn in bed, and the sounds from the set were the usual moaning, groaning and panting. I didn't want to disturb him...hell, we all need a good wank from time to time...and I knew he was a little frustrated with the frequency of he and Tracy's lovemaking, as she was out of town more and more lately with work. Just a little curious about the feature presentation, I crept around the corner and looked at the flickering screen. Drew wasn't in my line of sight, but what I saw on the TV left me more than a little shocked. The typical bleach-blond bimbo was getting the usual pounding from a well-endowed stud...but the stud was also sucking another dude's cock. All the years I knew him, I never knew Drew as being anything other than completely straight as an arrow. Feeling a little stunned, I went back into the bathroom. I knew flushing the toilet would alert him to my presence, but I didn't want to leave a pot full of piss behind either, so I just figured "we're all adults" and hit the lever...after all, its not like we hadn't watched enough porn together over the years...just not that kind of porn. When I opened the door, the TV had been turned off, and the bedroom was completely dark.

"Uh...hey, dude. Didn't hear you come in...you OK?" Drew said in a shaken voice that drifted from the dark room.

"Oh yeah...just had to let go of that last six-pack. Didn't mean to disturb your entertainment...sounded like she was getting it good...see you in the morning." I offered back casually. 

"Sure thing. Sleep well."

I was sure my nonchalant tone left Drew with the impression that I hadn't seen, only heard, the movie and that his taste in porn was safe. I tossed in bed as my mind wrestled with the idea that my best friend was either gay or bi, and I had no notion of it at all. At first, I think I might have felt betrayed in some strange way. The more I thought about it, the more I really didn't care. He was still a good guy and a great friend...what he jerked-off to couldn't alter that fact. I knew he was very much in love with his wife...perhaps this was just a part of the movie he wasn't much interested in himself. Then again, had he done things like that...and with whom? I flip-flopped back and forth as to whether I was upset about it, or didn't care. Ultimately, I decided I was being a prick. It wasn't any of my business, anyway...and if I hadn't been spying on him, I wouldn't have been any wiser. I vowed to treat the whole thing as thought it hadn't happened...what I should have done in the first place. 

I awoke the next morning with the smell of coffee in the air. My mind wasn't on last night's events at all when I stumbled into the kitchen wearing a white t-shirt and boxer shorts. Drew was seated at the kitchen table, already fully dressed and looking a little anxious. I suddenly felt a little self-conscious standing there with so little clothing...the fold of my fly probably revealing more than it should at the right angle. I thought I saw him staring at my crotch and then looking away. I decided I was probably being ridiculous, as situations like this were common between us and I had never felt like that before. 

"We should probably get started soon, if you'd still like to help. I don't want you to feel like your obligated to be here." Drew said sheepishly as he drank his coffee.

"Since when did I ever have a choice in the matter, asshole. Of course I'm going to help you. Why the sudden urge to get rid of me?" I said even though I suspected the reason.

"You're right. I'm sorry. Just in a funky mood this morning."

"You can't be embarrassed that I walked in while you were watching porn! How many times have we watched that shit together while in college? Relax, dude...that didn't even register with me." I lied while trying to sound like I was giving him a routine line of bullshit. 

"Yes...it embarrassed me. Guess I figure were married and too old for that shit now. I feel really stupid...let's just let it go."

"Alright...already forgotten. I'll grab my clothes...you find my hammer, and we'll get started."

"Thanks...meet you in the hell-hole." Drew replied with a look of relief on his face. I was happy to have given him a way out, and felt better about things already.

The rest of the day went much like the first. We had a good time working our ass's off, talking about the usual line of shit, and just generally enjoying each other's company. I did catch myself several times during the day looking at a worn corner of Drew's jeans...a hole large enough to expose the cheek of his ass and make it apparent he wasn't wearing any underwear. A fact that would otherwise have occupied my mind for a split second now became a fascination. Knowing he was going commando, I also found myself taking quick glances at his crotch...wondering how his equipment would press against the thin and worn material. Why did I even care? I had seen him any number of times wearing far less...what was so different now that I felt the need to look? I guess I was starting to wonder if he had thoughts about me in more than just a platonic friendship, and that might certainly change things between us. I shook the thoughts from my mind and focused on the task at hand. The room was getting really hot and both our shirts were soaking wet. It didn't take long for us to abandon the shirts and get what little relief we could from the heat. 

"Hey, Mike...you're looking good. Been working on the upper body lately?"

"Yeah, a little...not that I need to do anything special with all the physical labor you've put me through over the past year." I said, feeling that mild twinge of self-consciousness again. I couldn't help but wonder, even briefly, if Drew had noticed for other reasons.

"You've been really quiet today. Are you sure you're ok? It's kind of freaking me out." Drew said with that same shaky tone he had last night.

"Sure...everything's cool. Guess I'm just focused on how to run the new pipes."

"Alright...you just seem more preoccupied than usual. Didn't mean to be a nag."

I wasn't sure why, but the resurfaced tension in the room, and the thoughts running through my mind became more than I could stand. Without really weighing the consequences, I impulsively decided to clear the air.

"Drew, I'll tell you straight-up...I saw some of the porn you were watching last night. I don't care if you're bi, gay, straight, whatever...I just felt like there was this huge secret you kept from me, and its been bothering me all day. I feel like an ass for bringing it up, but there it is."

We just stood there looking at each other for several minutes. The expression on Drew's face was a strange mix of terror, anger, and guilt. I immediately regretted saying anything about it, fearing I had lost my best friend.

"Well, that was honest. So I'll be just as direct with you. Once...and I emphasize that...once, I had an experience with my roommate Roger and his slut girlfriend Becky. At her insistence we had both our dicks in her mouth at the same time. That was a little weird, but while I was fucking her, she insisted I suck his cock. To cut it short, I sucked him, he sucked me, we both fucked her, and we all got off on it. I've never repeated the scenario, but every now and then the idea appears in my fantasies...particularly when Tracy is gone this much. Now that you've learned more about my fucking sexual history, I hope you've got the answers you need."

"No shit...you actually fucked Becky! She was at least a one bagger, dude!" I really hoped my attempt at humor would lighten the atmosphere.

"You're such a fucking prick. What she lacked in looks, she made up for with enthusiasm. Let's just say there was more than a little weed and beer involved. Are we ok? It would kill me if this thing put a wall between us."

"Trust me, we're good. It may take me a while to process the whole thing, but you're still the same guy you were yesterday...I just know a little more about you, that's all. You don't have to answer this, but is Tracy cool with it?"

"She doesn't know I ever did anything like that. It's not like I'm out cruising guys...it was a one-time thing that was different and interesting. Tracy is, and always will be, the center of my life. I have no plans to find a dude and set up house."

"Hey...you don't have to validate yourself to me, man...to each their own. I can't comment on something I've never done. Even though I pushed you into it, I'm glad you felt you could tell me about. Everything's good."

Drew seemed genuinely relieved and much more relaxed the rest of the day. I was also feeling much better that the big white elephant was out of the room. Admittedly, my mind kept trying to picture Drew sucking another man's cock at various times all day. I couldn't help but wonder how he got in that situation, and how I might react in the same circumstances. I even found that my cock would stir while catching a glimpse at the outline of Drew's package in his sweaty jeans. I had honestly never thought of another man in a sexual sense, and it bothered me a little that I was now. Sure, I've stolen looks in a locker room to do a quick visual comparison, but never thought for a second about doing anything with a guy. I just chalked my curiosity up to an unexpected turn of events, and tried to push it to the back of my mind.

The hours flew by as we were now making pretty good progress. After stopping for a dinner of delivery pizza, I decided to continue working on the new plumbing so the glue would set overnight and allow us to test it in the morning. It was really only a one-man job, so I encouraged Drew to call it a night while I finished the work. Once finished, I needed a shower in the worst way, so I headed toward the only functioning bathroom. Drew was already in bed and I could hear him lightly snoring from around the corner. After taking a piss, I could see Drew's jeans crumpled in the corner. I wasn't sure why, but I had an overwhelming urge to check on him while he slept...the room was lit only by a small lamp on the nightstand as I turned the corner near his bed. Drew was asleep with the blankets covering his feet, just below the knee. He was on his back, wearing only a pear of white briefs, his face turned away from me. I just stood and looked at him for several minutes, taking in his complete form. I had to acknowledge that he was very well built and nicely proportioned...even the way he filled the pouch of his underwear I found impressive. Almost instinctively, I adjusted the position of my growing member while I continued to look at his breathing body and imagined him doing the things he described earlier in the afternoon. Now I was freaking myself out...not only was I staring at another nearly naked man, who happened to be my best friend... I also had an undeniable urge to touch him. I knew I had to get out of that room and get to bed before my thoughts took me other places I wasn't sure I wanted to go. 

I cursed myself for my own thoughts as I undressed and stepped into the warm shower. My cock was half hard as I fought to rein it in and focus on washing my hair. I stood under the water allowing the tension to melt away when I heard Drew's voice from the corner of the room. 

"Hey, bud...I'll just put these in the wash so we'll have them tomorrow." Drew said as he retrieved our clothes from the floor...now wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts and no shirt.

"Oh...ok...thanks." I replied, somewhat startled from his unexpected arrival...turning my body away from the glass door to hide my partial erection.

My heart was pounding in my chest. Was he really asleep earlier? Had he seen me watching him, or my condition in the shower? I glanced back toward the room and found that he had left with our clothes. Maybe it was ok...maybe I had gotten away with it and everything would be fine. I was standing directly under the water, my back to the door when his voice startled me again...this time he was right behind me.

"For once just keep your mouth shut. You can leave whenever you want to...I won't try to stop you, or say a thing about it."

"I...I don't know, man...this is..." I started to say before he cut me off.

"Not a word. Unless you're going to tell me to stop, I don't want to hear a thing." Drew said as he grabbed the soap, lathering and massaging my shoulders.

I froze immediately with his touch. Not sure whether to turn around and walk away, punch him in the jaw, or just let things happen...I stood lost in my thoughts as he did outstanding work on my aching muscles. Occasionally I could feel the head of his prick graze my thigh, or the back of my ass as he moved behind me. Drew's touch was firm and comfortable. I had never been touched like this by another man, and I don't think I would have tolerated it from any other guy for even one second. 

"That's good...just close your eyes and relax. If you're uncomfortable, just tell me to stop." Drew said in a masculine but calming tone as he stood at my side, and began kneading my pecs and chest. 

My breathing became ragged as I kept my eyes closed and struggled to focus on how good the massage felt while trying to suppress a full erection. Even though up 'til now I was letting him have his way, I still didn't want to admit how much I was enjoying my friend's attention. I kept arguing within my own mind that this was just a massage, like a hundred others I've had, and no reason to get aroused. Of course I knew that wasn't true, and I began to lose my focus completely as Drew slowly moved his soapy hand down my abs and to the front of my thighs. He stood closer to me on my right side as his hand slid from my knee and up the inside of my thigh. I gasped for air, but said nothing as his fingers lightly grazed the bottom of my balls. With one hand firmly on my shoulder and the other massaging the inside of my leg, I could feel the tip of his hardening cock begin to slide up along my hamstrings. I couldn't believe how hot his member felt against my skin. I really didn't think I could stand any more when Drew's rigid prick dragged across my ass while he switched sides to work on my other leg. With nearly my entire body well relaxed, and thoroughly clean, part of me hoped this was going to be the end of it. That idea faded quickly as my friend's hand slid from my thigh and cupped my warm and loose ball sack. My knees shook with the jolt of this completely foreign experience as Drew pulled me tightly against his body for support...his arm holding me firmly across my chest as his cock pressed hard into the left cheek of my ass. My dick reacted immediately and swelled to full hardness within seconds. I knew there was little chance of turning back now...and for the first time, I really didn't want to.


A Friend's Confession Ch. 2



After many requests and kind comments, I have decided to continue the story. If you haven't read the first installment, it will certainly help to set the mood. This will be the last thing I write along this theme, as I fear becoming repetitive.

*****

It had been nearly three months since Drew and I shared far more together than I had ever thought possible within the context of our friendship. There was certainly no denying that I got off on it. If anyone had asked four months ago if I'd ever ask to suck another man's cock, I probably would have punched him in the jaw. While I feel comfortable now with what happened...hell, we've even jerked off in front of each other a couple times since then...I still have times when I struggle to reconcile my fantasies with what I believe to be my sexual identity. I've always been straight, and never before that night with Drew, did I ever have any serious interest in other men. Even now, I can't imagine myself doing the things I did with anyone else but him...it was the trust and friendship between us that made it possible. My wife and I continue to have a wonderful relationship and very fulfilling sex life...certainly not a situation I would change for anything in the world. Nevertheless, as Linda teased my brown-eye with her finger while we made love, I couldn't help but think back to when Drew had done that to me, and recalled the feel of his hot shaft resting in the crack of my ass.

"Mmmm...yes, baby...fuck me...fuck my wet pussy" my wife exclaimed, pulling me into her pulsing snatch while her finger retreated from my puckered hole. 

I couldn't believe it...I had done it again. My mind wandering to another place as Linda worked hard to enhance our already intense evening. Anal play was something I had shown recent interest in, and my wife was happy to indulge me in anything new and exciting. With my mind lifting from the fog, I resumed my focus on the lovely and writhing female form below me. Linda's breasts bounced back and forth across her chest as I quickened my pace in and out of her velvet folds. 

"Oh fuck...I'm cumming, baby...damn, you're so fucking hot!" I shouted as I could feel Linda's cunt contract against my aching rod as she rode the wave of her own orgasm. "Unnngghhhh...unnngghhhh...shit...fuck!" I grunted with each stream of spunk as it shot from my cock, deep into her soaking tunnel. 

Nearly exhausted, I pulled my sticky and deflating member from Linda's pussy as I kissed my wife deeply, rolled over, and came to rest next to her. 

"Oh Mike, honey...that was incredible. I just love that glazed-over look you get when I play with your ass...and your cock gets so damned hard." Linda whispered into my ear as she softly stroked my chest. "Anything else you'd like to try? I'm loving this adventurous side of you."

"Thanks, babe...you really had me on a whole other planet tonight. You must have found just the right spot." I partially lied, not wanting to reveal the events that led to my new sense of adventure. I was now feeling somewhat guilty that I had thought about my best friends dick while I made love to my wife.

As Linda drifted off to sleep, wrapped in my arms, I couldn't help but wonder how Drew managed to cope with his own feelings about what we shared. Did he think about me when he made love to Tracy? If he did, did it bother him...or was he better able to separate his feelings? This shit was now starting to really bug me, and I knew I would have to sort it out with Drew soon, before it became a problem. Its not like I avoided him over the last few months, but we were always together with our wives, and it seemed like neither one of us wanted to talk about the elephant in the room. We still talked on the phone, went to the gym, and did everything we always did...but the obvious discussion about the fact that we fucked each other never seemed to come up. Perhaps we were both afraid the other had crossed a line, and didn't want to do anything to screw up a good friendship. 

The next morning, Linda and I were invited over to Drew and Tracy's for a cookout and an opportunity for Drew to pick my brain about his next renovation project. Perhaps subconsciously, my mind was already miles away from the concerns I had last night, and I walked into their house as I had a hundred times...with no designs to approach the subject with Drew at all. The steaks were great, and the conversation comfortable as always. After the dishes were cleared, Linda and Tracy wanted to watch a DVD they'd rented. Drew and I groaned when we learned it was yet another sappy chick-flick. We were about a half-hour into the movie when neither of us could take much more.

"Hey buddy...let me show you what I want to do with the wiring in the basement before our wives get into the Kleenex." Drew said, looking for any excuse to pull away from the overwrought drama on the TV screen. 

"Hell yes...anything but another two hours of this crap!" I half-jokingly said as I rose from my chair and followed Drew to the basement.

"Fine, run away from anything emotional. Further proof that men are pigs." Tracy sarcastically shot back at us as she handed Linda more popcorn.

The basement of Drew and Tracy's home had been finished at some point in the past, but was looking quite dated. Now that we managed to finish all the bathrooms, Drew decided the basement was the next challenge on his list. The lighting was dimmer than normal, as Drew had already started removing many of the ceiling tiles to gain access to the wiring. We wandered the large room with flashlights, peering into the floor joists and discussing what type of lighting would work best in various locations. 

"Are you ever going to run out of things to do to this joint? I spend way more time working on your place than I do my own." I said mockingly as I slapped Drew on the shoulder. 

"I know, and I feel bad about that. But hell, your place is less than ten years old. Besides, it gives me a chance to see that tight ass in worn-out jeans." Drew replied, as though testing my reaction.

"Uh...yeah...whatever, asshole. This is going to be our most difficult job yet. I hope you're prepared to take your time with this, and not try to do it all in one week." I said with my back against the wall, looking up into the open ceiling at the maze of old wiring...fully aware that I was blowing off his last comment.

"Yeah...well...fuck taking our time, Mike. This shit has to get done." Drew replied with frustration thick in his voice. 

I thought Drew was still talking about the wiring...that is, until he ran his hand up my shirt, pressing me to the wall while he kneaded my pecs. His other hand soon found its way to my crotch, rubbing my cock and balls through the fabric of my jeans. I was dazed for the first few moments, unsure what was happening, until I tried to move away, but Drew kept me pinned to the wall. I could have pushed away harder, as he only had one arm holding me in place, but I was more than a little distracted as he ripped open my button-fly jeans, tugging my pants and briefs below my ass. Drew gave me no time to react as he quickly knelt in front of me and took my limp dick fully into his mouth. He certainly knew what he was doing; as my cock responded instantly to the tongue massage it was receiving. I was still dumbfounded as I watched Drew suck my cock, the flesh expanding between his lips until my member filled his hungry mouth. 

"Oh...fuck...you're good at that! The girls...they're just upstairs, dude." I said half panicked as I tried to pull my pants back where they belonged.

Drew said nothing as he just brushed my hands away from my jeans, tugging on my balls while taking every inch of my hardened rod down his throat. Linda is a great cocksucker, but she could never compare to the first-hand knowledge behind every movement of Drew's tongue against my shaft. He had learned knew exactly where to apply pressure as his lips and tongue glided over my spit-soaked tool. By now, I was lost in the sensations my friend was giving me, and disregarded any thought of our wives upstairs. Gripping the back of Drew's head, I began pumping my cock into his willing mouth, using him for my own pleasure. 

"Eat it, man...take all that big cock. You want it bad enough to pull this shit, then you're going to swallow every last inch." I grunted as I fed my cock to my best friend, his spit trailing down my balls, and memories of a similar even pouring into my head. 

"Mmmmpphhh...mmmmpphhh" Drew moaned as I pumped into his face. "Give me a second to breathe, man. I've wanted another taste of this pole worse than you can imagine." He said, pulling away from my cock. 

"Oh fuck, dude...that's it man, lick my nuts." I said, offering encouragement as Drew caught his breath while sucking my balls and stroking my aching rod. 

My eyes practically rolled back into my head as Drew continued the skillful work at my groin.  Not long after he started sucking my cock again, I knew I couldn't last much longer. The surprise nature of the incident, combined with the knowledge that our wives could wander in at any moment, didn't do much for my longevity. I could feel my scrotum tighten against my body as Drew increased the rhythm of his motions on my tool. 

"Aaarrgghh...uummmpphhh...shit!" I screamed as I shot load after load of hot jizz down my buddy's throat...my body curled over his head as I held his face to my crotch.

Drew swallowed as much as he possibly could, the excess running between his stretched lips and down my balls. My body shook with every teasing lick Drew made with his tongue along the bottom of my spent and deflating member. After being satisfied that he had cleaned every last ounce of cum off my dick, Drew lay back on the floor and looked up at me as I pulled my pants back up to my waist. 

"Fuck, man...I needed to taste cum again in the worst way. Been driving me nuts for the last month or so. Kind of freaks me out in a way to say it...but that's the fact of the matter." Drew said calmly as he wiped the last trail of cum from his chin, a serious tent pole stretching the front of his baggy shorts. 

Looking down at Drew while his prick strained against confines of his cargo shorts, I was taken over with lust for cock, and I knew this wasn't going to end in a one-way exchange. 

"Lose the shorts, man...let me a get a taste of that before the girls start wondering what happened to us." I said as I sat down on the dusty couch in the corner. 

I watched in eager anticipation as Drew quickly stepped out of his shorts and boxers and walked toward me. His hard prick bounced with every step, and the tip glistened with a coating of pre-cum. Drew walked up onto the couch, my body between his legs as he stood before me, bracing himself against the wall ahead of him. Drew's hot cock slid across my cheek as he tried to steady himself on the soft cushions.

"Lick my nuts man...the way you do that is fucking incredible."

"No problem...always willing to take requests."

Wrapping my arms around his muscular thighs, I moved my head toward his groin and extended my tongue to lick at his shaved and low-hanging sack. Drew moaned in appreciation as I gently drew each walnut-sized orb into my mouth. His cock twitched and a trail of clear liquid slid down his shaft as I licked the space between his balls and ass. I could see the muscles in his abs flex with each short breath as I trailed my tongue along the bottom of his dick, tasting the pre-cum all the way to its source. I was no less amazed at the silky feel of the skin and the intense heat radiating from Drew's engorged flesh, as I was the first time. Remembering how I struggled to accommodate his thickness on our first encounter, I was prepared to take my time and coat his rod thoroughly as I inched my way down. I closed my eyes as I felt the spongy flesh of the head pass my lips and ease into my mouth. Even as I willfully performed this act, I couldn't help but think to myself how strange it felt to pleasure another man in such an intimate way. I couldn't help but wonder once again how I could have gone from never thinking about other men in a sexual way, to blowing my best friend in such a short time.

"Oh shit, man...you've really gotten good at this. Can't believe you took the whole thing!" Drew exclaimed as his pubic hairs pressed into my nose and his heavy balls rested on my chin.

Even I was amazed as I realized I had taken him down to the root. No doubt made possible by the fact that I was a ready and willing participant, and not taken by surprise like the first time around. With one hand gripping Drew's balls, and the other on planted on his firm ass, I guided him into a steady rhythm in and out of my over-stretched mouth. Regardless of my conflicted feelings over the whole thing, I couldn't help but take satisfaction in knowing I was giving pleasure to someone who meant a lot to me, and that we both were on the same page about its significance. 

"Mmmmpphhh...mmmmmpphhhh." I grunted with every stroke of Drew's steel-hard shaft into my mouth as spit ran down my chin and dropped onto my bare chest. My own cock was beginning to swell again within the confines of my unfastened jeans, but I knew there would be no time for anything more tonight. 

Drew's strokes were getting shorter and faster as I sensed him approaching climax. I ran my hand up his chest and squeezed his pecs as continued to piston his cock between my lips. Last time, Drew was overly focused on getting off and forced to swallow his load as he came with little warning. While I'm not opposed to the taste, I would rather watch my friend get off, as I've never really seen another man shoot. Pulling away from his swollen member, I decided to make my own request.

"Jerk it for me, man...I really like to see you shoot a load." I said looking up to his eyes as he peered down to me.

"Fuck, yes...you've got it, man." Drew said as he dropped to his knees and straddled my lap. I really thought he would sit next to me and let me watch, I really wasn't expecting such a front-row view. "Play with my balls, man...I'm getting close."

I was mesmerized as I watched my best friend grip his spit-soaked rod and begin to jerk while I fondled the silky-smooth skin around his balls. It was really strange to view from this perspective something I had done to myself a million times. I prepared myself for the show as Drew closed his eyes and threw his head back while concentrating effort around the head of his intensely hard cock. 

"Aaaargghhh...mmmmpphhhh...shit!" Drew shouted as rope after rope of thick, milky cum shot from his throbbing prick and splashed onto my face and chest. The warmth of the fluid surprised me as it dropped onto my cheek and pooled on my chest. I was fascinated by watching his orgasm, and much more turned-on by it than I thought I would be. Reaching out, I gripped Drew's softening tool, and milked the last drops of seed from his rod as his body shook with every pass across the now sensitive head. 

"Wow...Mike, that was fucking intense. Guess I really needed to get off more than I thought. Not much around to clean you up with, though." Drew said as he looked around the dimly lit basement. "Guess I've had worse problems." He continued as he moved off my lap and began licking his own cum off my chest. 

Watching my best friend eating his own spunk off my body wasn't helping my own half-hard cock in the least, and I was a little surprised how erotic the situation seemed at the moment. While my friend worked on my chest, I absent-mindedly wiped the semen from my cheek with a finger, and licked it clean as though it were cake frosting. I didn't realize what I had done until after I did it. The look of mild shock must have been clear on my face as Drew chuckled lightly as he watched me. Bending over to clean the last remnants from my left nipple, Drew gave me yet another shock as he moved from my chest and kissed me fully on the lips, sliding his cum-coated tongue into my mouth. 

I freaked out. I had never kissed another man before, and even with all the things Drew and I shared recently, that thought had never crossed my mind. I pushed him back and quickly rose from the couch, gathered my clothes and hurriedly put them back on. The expression on Drew's face was a combination of puzzlement and regret as he quietly retrieved his shorts and got dressed. 

"Hey dude, this has been fun...but we should get upstairs before our wives wonder what the hell is going on." I said nervously as I walked toward the stairs, barely looking in Drew's direction.

"Yeah...sure...you're probably right." Drew replied, sounding confused and guilty. "Sorry man...it was just an impulse. I didn't mean to weird you out or anything."

"Forget about it...we should get going." I said sounding terse and dismissive.

We went upstairs and joined our wives for the rest of their movie as though nothing had happened. At the end of the evening we said our usual goodbyes, Drew and I exchanged the usual bullshit about when the next phase of renovations would begin.

Over the next few weeks I still saw Drew in the usual places, but made no special effort to seek him out. I was still having difficulty sorting out why that simple act made the whole thing seem so different. Why was I so distraught over kissing him when I was more than willing to suck his cock? I knew the answer was intimacy...while I was comfortable with the idea of a no-strings way of getting off, I was horrified of "falling in love" with another man. Linda was still the center of my world, and I didn't want anything to get in the way of our special emotional bond. I knew in the back of my mind that I was making way too much of it, but I still couldn't get past this particular hurdle. I feared that my friendship with Drew was in danger of ending. I was leaving the gym when I passed Drew in the locker room, where he took the initiative in clearing the air.

"When are you going to stop treating me like a fucking leper and get the balls to talk about this?" Drew said with irritation in his voice as he opened his locker. "Nothing has changed for me, but it obviously has for you. I at least deserve to know what your thinking."

"Look...I know you're right, and that I'm overreacting in a huge way." I replied, pausing by the bench and staring at the floor. "For whatever reason, I felt kissing moved us away from the "friends with benefits" and "fuck buddy" stage. You're my best friend, but that doesn't mean I want us to be lovers." I said in hushed tones, to avoid anyone overhearing.

"I swear man, there are times when I don't know what it's going to take to pull that pin out of your ass. You're my friend, and I'm not ashamed to say that I love you in that way...but it hardly means that I'm ready to divorce my wife and set up house with you. We've been through all this before, and it's pretty clear you still aren't comfortable with the whole thing. I think its best if we just drop the physical thing and go back to the way things were. I know I can do that...do you think you can?" Drew said with complete sincerity.

I really had to pause and think before responding. While I enjoyed getting off with him, I knew the excitement was mainly due to the taboo nature of the thing. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that I could just shrug it off as an experiment that didn't work out. "Sure, I can do that. I feel better already not having to worry about that heavy weight hanging over our heads. I can't tell you how sorry I am for being such a prick. Still looking for help with the basement?"

"I think you know the answer to that question. I'll be out of town the next few days for work. Plan to stop by my office next Tuesday...we'll go to lunch and set up a plan of attack." Drew said, sounding relieved and much happier.




A Friend's Confession Ch. 2



"Sounds good...see you then." I replied, feeling so much better than just minutes before. 

*****

The next week remained a period of conflicting feelings for me. I was glad that Drew and I were back on track as the best of friends, but I still found myself thinking and dreaming of him in sexual ways. As much as I tried to deny it, I still clearly wanted to feel his body and experience the kinds of things only two guys can share. I went through this emotional roller-coaster the first time around, and finally came to grips with being physically intimate...there really wasn't any reason for me to be reliving it again. The difference, however, was that we agreed to call the whole thing off. I was beginning to wish we had found some middle ground. I still wanted the opportunity to be physically close...as long as we both understood that a deep emotional bond beyond friendship was out of the question for me. Still, our decision seemed to be for the best, and I knew my fantasies would settle down over time...at least, that's what I told myself.

Tuesday finally came around, and I went to Drew's office for our lunch meeting. He seemed mildly stressed as I entered his office and closed the door. Wearing a company polo shirt and a pair of khakis, he looked more casual than his usual suit and tie, which made me feel better about being dressed in a similar way. I was never sure just how fancy a place Drew had in mind for these "executive lunches".

"Please, hold back your amazement that I'm actually on time. Have any place special in mind to discuss phase 19 of your renovation plans?" I said lightheartedly while I absent-mindedly noticed how the casual attire really showed off his physique.

"Shit man, I'm sorry...I totally forgot about lunch today. I've been so busy catching up after those out-of-town meetings, I completely spaced-out. The rest of the office went out together for John's retirement...I probably would have left with them if I wasn't so busy, and left you wondering where the hell I was. We can still go across the street to the food court, though." Drew said as he gathered folders and walked to the file cabinet.

Watching him pace back and forth in his office, I found myself inexplicably staring at Drew's crotch and firm butt. All I could think of were recent dreams recounting the first time I fucked his ass. My cock began to swell despite my effort to push the thoughts to the back of my mind. Drew stood at the side of his desk, thumbing through papers while waiting for my response. Even now, I'm not sure exactly what I was thinking...but I found myself rising from the chair and standing closely behind him. With one arm wrapped around his waist, I pulled Drew tightly against me...my hardening erection had to be obvious as it pressed against his ass. With my other hand, I went to the front of his pants, lowered the zipper, and reached into the open fly to fondle his cock and balls.

"To hell with lunch...let's just kill some time around here, since no one's around." I growled into his ear as his prick grew in my grip and I ground my crotch against his backside. 

"I thought we agreed to stop this shit. Why the sudden change of heart?" Drew asked, his breathing getting shorter.

"Fucking you seems to be the main topic of my dreams lately, and I don't think Linda is up to another pounding four nights in a row...so it's your turn." I answered gruffly as I reached around to unbuckle his belt. 

Ripping his pants open and breaking off the button, I pulled the fabric below his ass and pushed his torso flat across the top of the desk. Hastily, I unbuckled my own belt and opened my khakis, allowing my hardened rod to slap into the crack of Drew's muscled cheeks. Drew squirmed under the pressure of my arm as I pressed him against the desk, but made no real effort to break free as I rubbed my aching tool between his taught moons. I paid little attention as Drew struggled to move his arm to the desk drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube.

"Don't ask...Tracy is into the idea of office sex...so let's leave it at that." Drew panted as I quickly grabbed the bottle from his hand without offering any response.

I was now consumed with lust, and could only think of satisfying my own needs as I squirted a generous amount of the slick liquid between his hairy crack and onto my swollen member. Drew moaned deeply as I primed his puckered hole with my fingers. I realized that while the office door was closed, and the windows frosted, someone could still come back at any moment...a thought that seemed to make my cock even harder. While I should have taken more time preparing Drew, I was now fearful of being caught, and wasted little time pressing my purple helmet against his reluctant opening. Perhaps Drew had the same thought as he struggled to relax against the insistent invader. 

"Mmmmpphhh....mmmpphhhh!!!" were Drew's muffled cries as he bit into a file folder while my white-hot rod slid completely into him on the first stroke. It wasn't my intention to impale him like that, and I feared I had hurt him. Regretful memories came to mind of the last time I forced my desires on him in this way.

"Oh shit, yes dude...give me just a second, then fuck my tight little ass!" Drew said, cutting me off before I could ask if he was ok. 

Relieved that my friend was still in one piece and apparently willing to go along with the virtual rape of his ass, I began pumping into him fast and hard. My balls pressed into his with every stroke as I didn't take the time to lower my pants, and the elastic of my briefs was still tucked under my sack. The buckle of my belt made a "clinking" sound with every stroke into Drew's overstretched hole and his face slid against the files scattered on the desk. I was fascinated as I watched my cock slide in and out of my best friend's rosebud with the threat of being caught ever present. 

"Yeah man, fucking take my little ass. Use my ass...give it to me hard, dude." Drew said in hushed tones to avoid being heard...adding the excitement and danger level.

I was already horny as hell, and the whole situation did nothing but heighten the feeling. With every stroke into his warm and firm ass, I could feel myself getting closer to the point of no return. Moving both hand onto his back and pressing Drew firmly against the desk, I plunged deeply into his bowels on the last few strokes as I shot stream after stream of my seed into his body. 

"Aaargghhh...ooommmpphhh...shit!" I choked back in muffled tones, as my twitching rod shot deeply into him.

I was mildly surprised when Drew raised his body, his back against my chest and my cock still planted in his ass. He reached behind and grabbed my cheeks for support as his body convulsed with the power of his own orgasm. Without ever touching himself, he shot a huge load nearly across the entire desk, covering various files with ribbons of spunk. Instinctively, I covered his mouth with my hand to stifle the groans that accompanied Drew's climax, fearing I had heard people returning to the office.

We stood together for another few seconds, my spent cock deflating and eventually sliding out of Drew's pulsing sphincter. Knowing that we were flirting dangerously with getting caught, we both dressed quickly. Shoving my sticky cock back into my briefs, I watched as Drew wiped the remnants of cum with a tissue as it flowed from his loosened hole. 

"Well...that was one hell of a lunch-time meeting. Which, by the way, is my excuse for not going out with everyone else...please play along." Drew said with a smirk as he tightened his belt over the space for the missing button. 

"Wow...I was about to say "I'm sorry"...but I'm not. That was one intense fuck.  I do hope, however, you're not pissed at me for pushing myself on you like that." I said as I helped to wipe Drew's cum from the files on his desk.

"I might be walking bow-legged for a while...but it's cool. I don't mind playing the submissive every now and then...not that I want a steady diet of it. Just don't rape me and expect me to kiss you for it." Drew said mockingly, acknowledging the past tension.

"Believe me, I'm not expecting that." I chuckled, glad he was the one to break the tension and relieve my anxiety.

"I don't think I've ever cum before without fucking somebody or jacking off...that was really a wild experience. You must have hit my prostate in all the right places."

"I guess so...I've never seen anyone shoot a load that hard or that far. Have to say I'm oddly impressed, in a strange sort of way." I said feeling relieved, as there were now definitely voices coming from the other side of the office door. 

"Mike, I hate to give you the bum's rush...especially after all that...but I do have a meeting coming up soon. Let's plan to get together Saturday and finish the demolition job in the basement. There's not much left, so it shouldn't take long. Bring Linda along if she wants to...we can all have dinner together that evening." Drew said, looking flustered as he worked to gather the appropriate files. 

"Sure thing...I'm looking forward to things getting back to normal. I'm glad everything's good with us. See you Saturday, man." I replied, checking my appearance in a mirror before heading out the door. 

*****

The rest of the week was much like any other, with the exception of Friday evening. I got home from work late that day, and Linda seemed to be in an odd mood as I walked in the door. I really couldn't place it...she didn't seem mad, or even upset...she was just deep in her own thoughts.

"What's up, babe? You seem to have a lot on your mind." I said as I kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Oh, nothing earth-shattering, honey...just thinking about dinner tomorrow at Tracy and Drew's place. She and I had a long talk this afternoon, and were thinking about shaking things up a bit." Linda said with a smile covering her face. 

"I don't know...that last time you two tried some exotic recipe, we all had to find someplace to eat at the last minute. You sure you want to risk it again?" I said with a laugh as I playfully slapped her on the ass.

"You know us, honey...always willing to try something new. I'm pretty sure you and Drew will end up liking it." Linda replied in a lusty voice, biting her lip as she ran her hand across my chest. 

"OK...now that you've made it so mysterious, I can't wait to see what you two have put together. Not that it will matter...after a full day working in that basement, we're likely to eat anything you put in front of us."

"Believe me, Tracy and I are absolutely betting on that." She said, giving me a kiss full on the lips. 

The remainder of the evening was fairly uneventful. I grabbed a sandwich, watched some TV, and went to bed somewhat early, as I was dead-tired from work and wanted to get started early tomorrow at Drew's. Linda snuggled closely next to me most of the night...something she doesn't usually do. In spite of how tired I was, it was nice to feel here body so close to me while we slept.

The next morning, I took a quick shower without shaving, and put on my usual work clothes. Linda took more time getting ready than normal, and I was getting impatient having to wait on her. 

"Honey...if you're going to be a while, why don't you just come later? There really won't be much for you to do if you go this early." I called to my wife as I could hear her getting dressed, hoping to avoid any more delays. 

"Only be another minute, sweetie...Tracy and I have plans for this morning too, so don't worry about me being bored." She replied as she walked out of our bedroom carrying a backpack. "Just need to grab a few things, and I'll be ready to go. Go ahead, I'll meet you at the car."

Linda stepped from the house just minutes after I backed out of the garage. It never occurred to me to ask what she had to collect, or what her and Tracy had planned for this morning...I was just focused on getting there and getting started. 

Pulling up to the house, I was a little surprised to see that Drew's truck wasn't in the driveway. Probably just went to get more supplies, I thought to myself, as Linda and I walked to the front door. As we stepped onto the front porch, I noticed a note taped to the door..."Hey guys...made Drew take the dresser back to my Mother's before it got ruined in the basement. He's a little pissed, but I promised to make it up to him. Make yourselves at home...we'll be back by 9. Love, Tracy". It would be about 45 minutes before they got back, but that would allow me to get my tools unloaded so we could start right away.

"No doubt Drew is seething right now. He hates those last-minute changes." I chuckled to Linda as we stepped into the house. 

"You're probably right. I'll go with you downstairs...I'd like to see the big project before you boys get started." Linda said, patting my butt as I walked toward the basement door. 

The basement was barely any different than the last time I was there for the "inspection" with Drew. Turning on the lights, the dusty space seemed like a project that would never end when I considered all that had to be done. 

"Sweetheart...I have a confession to make. Tracy left a message on our voicemail...I knew they wouldn't be here yet. I thought we could have a little fun before you got all hot and sweaty." She said, pressing her body to mine as she gave me a passionate kiss. 

Linda likes dangerous situations...making out in public, blowing me in restrooms...that kind of thing. She doesn't do it very often, but I'll admit to enjoying it when the mood strikes her. I was taken back, though, when she pulled out a pair of handcuffs attached to a fairly long chain. We use them on occasion for light bondage play...but we had never taken our toys out of the house before. 

"Mike, honey...I'd really like to put these on you and tie your hands over that beam. Just call it my fantasy of finding a helpless construction worker. Just a little playing for now...I promise to open them the minute they come in the house. I'll make it worth your while later tonight." Linda said in her best slutty tone while biting on the chain. 

I certainly had my doubts about this one, but my cock was already starting to stir as I considered playing out her fantasy. Neither of us ever placed the other in a situation we couldn't escape from, so I trusted that she would release the cuffs on our friends return. "Well...this is a little kinkier than normal for you...not that I'm complaining. Just be sure you can get these things off of me quickly...it's not a situation I'd like to explain to our friends when they get back." I replied as I took the cuffs from her, looped them over the beam above my head, and secured them loosely to my wrists. Still able to rest my hands on my head, at least it wasn't going to be too uncomfortable. 

"You really haven't given me much information about how you want to play this game. Anything special I should say or do?" I asked my wife as she ran her hands up my t-shirt and massaged my chest while I stood bound in the middle of the room. It hadn't been anywhere near 45 minutes when I heard car doors slamming from the garage above.

"Wow...they got back quick. Better get the key, babe...we can scope out some other places to play tomorrow. This could be a lot of fun in the right situation...I'm looking forward to learning what you have in mind." I said, twisting the cuffs so she could easily unlock them. 

"Well, sweetheart...the game's not quite finished yet. There's more going on then you're aware of." Linda replied. "Tracy and I have learned some things about our men, and we're dying to find out for ourselves." She continued as she stepped back and began removing her blouse. 

"What the fuck are you talking about? Let me out of these things before they find us!" I said in a hoarse whisper, even as I could hear someone coming down the stairs. 

"Hi Linda, I see you managed to find a way to keep him from running away!" Tracy said as she came off the stairs and stood next to my wife. "Hmmm...nice...your man looks sexy as hell tied up in those worn out clothes." Her hands caressed Linda's back as they both looked me over with lusty stares. 

I took in the scene before me, barely able to understand what was going on, my movements restricted to only a few feet in any direction. I was fascinated as I watched Linda help Tracy out of her blouse, and both kissed each other deeply, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. It was completely unexpected, yet one of the hottest things I had ever seen as my wife gently squeezed the breasts of her close friend. 

My mind was shaken back to reality as I heard Drew shout down to me from upstairs. "Mike...I'll be down in just a second...just have to get some things from garage."

"Yeah...OK...I'll be here." I said, trying to sound natural while our wives began licking each other's nipples in front of me. The two women broke from their embrace as we could here Drew walking toward the garage. 

"Given that confused and scared look on your face, I think its time to tell you what Tracy and I have in mind." My wife said as she slinked out of her jeans, revealing a pair of lacy thong panties. "We were getting a little concerned when we both caught the smell of sex on our men, but not the scent of another woman. For lack of a better way to say it...you're breath smelled like cock, sweetheart. Tracy confronted Drew about it the other night, and he confessed what the two of you have been doing...though very reluctantly. Drew doesn't know anything more about this than you do, but Tracy and I were very turned on by the idea of the two of you together."

"Have you ladies thought about how Drew will react to this little plan? This could go very badly. Let me out of these things now!" I urged them, with panic starting to cover my face and agitation in my voice. "Anyway...how long has this been going down between you two? I can't remember smelling pussy on anyone's breath."

Tracy giggled softly as she and Linda sat next to each other on the old couch, gently rubbing the other's lace-covered crotch. "Oh, I think my husband will react the same you way you are, Mike." Tracy said as she glanced at the growing bulge in my jeans. "Besides, I think he may enjoy having you in this situation...if he goes along with what your wife and I have in mind."

"As for your other question, Tracy and I first played together last year." My wife interrupted; "We sometimes get together when the two of you are out of town. I was going to tell you about it, but we weren't sure how the two of you would take it...but the revelation about you and Drew gave us other ideas."

"I know my husband well enough to know that he could be open to pleasure of all kinds." Tracy said, taking up where Linda left off; "But Linda and I figured you would never break that ultra-macho attitude...especially not with another guy. This has been an incredible turn-on for us, to say the least."

"That's an understatement." My wife said as she slid Tracy's panties down off her hips and down her legs. "Nevertheless, I figured it was best to find a way to keep you from hiding behind that bravado of yours and making a dramatic exit. I figured out mutual love for a little danger could work to our benefit" Linda continued as she rose from the couch, walked over to me, pushed my t-shirt over my head and stretched the fabric behind my neck and rattling the chains above me. 

Linda was still standing next to me, trailing her tongue from my nipple to my belly button as Drew walked down the stairs. My friend looked like a deer caught in headlights as he processed the sight of Linda licking my restrained body. He didn't even notice his nude wife on the couch next to him, with Tracy rubbing her clit while watching the scene unfold. 

"Uh...well...hey guys...sorry to break the mood. Should have given me a "heads up", man...but I'll give you guys some space. Its all good." Drew stammered as he struggled with something to say, and turned to go back up the stairs. 




A Friend's Confession Ch. 2



I was completely at a loss for words as Linda flicked her tongue across my Adam's apple and pressed her boobs into my chest while gripping my ass. She kept her attention focused on me as though no one else was in the room. 

Tracy let out a sexy gasp to get Drew's attention as he placed one foot on the steps. "Not so fast, lover...come over and sit with me for a while. I'm sure Linda won't mind." She said to her husband with her legs spread wide and a curled finger beckoning him toward her. "They're really beautiful together...I think you might like it."

Drew just looked at his wife, then to me, and back again several times with his mouth wide open before finally finding something to say. "Holy shit...what is going on here! Mike, is this something you cooked up?!?" 

Drew just stared at us as Tracy grabbed his hand and had them standing no more than four feet from us. She drew her body close to her husband and kissed him deeply. Drew still seemed to be in shock and disbelief as he clumsily returned Tracy's kisses. Linda began circling my ear with her tongue while the smooth skin of her breasts pressed against me.

Tracy held Drew's face with both her hands, and looked directly into his confused eyes. "Just relax, baby...I shared what you told me with Linda...even though I promised not to. It just made me so hot, honey...that I had to tell my best friend about it. We tell each other everything...and so we want to tell you boys everything too." She said as she ran her nails across his back.

Linda stepped back from me, and I watched as she stood next to Tracy. "That's right, Drew...we share everything...even each other, when our guys aren't around. We were both really pleased and turned-on when we found out you boys were doing the same thing." My wife said as she stood behind her friend, reaching around with her right hand to stroke Tracy's neatly trimmed mound. "I can hardly believe you got my straighter-than-an-arrow husband to play along...which is why your wife and I planned this little meeting."

"We figured, why play apart, when maybe we could all play together. But for now, we just want to see what we've been missing." Linda said as she walked back to me, licking Tracy's juices from her fingers.

"Look, ladies...as creative as all this is, Drew and I aren't here for this shit, and I'm sure as hell not going to watch while you leave me tied to the rafters." I said, feeling both aggravated and aroused. 

"We never said anything about leaving you out, sweetheart. You can sometimes be a little aggressive when you feel your masculinity is in question...at least that's what we got from the story about you and Drew's past experiences. Drew didn't mind playing...but I know what was going on in that sports-locker brain of yours." Linda said as she rubbed my crotch and bit at my nipples. "Tracy and I thought it might be a good idea to show you that you can let your guard down a little with people you know and love." My wife said as she pulled the t-shirt back over my chest and gave my swollen cock another squeeze before sitting on the couch again. 

While the scheme was becoming clearer, I still wasn't completely sure what our wives had in mind. My mind wandered away from the topic as I watched Drew get lost in his own moment. He and Tracy were kissing and groping at each other as though we weren't even there. Tracy pulled off Drew's paint stained shirt, kissing his chest as he fingered her swollen pussy. His arousal was obvious as it strained against the fabric of his paint-splattered pants. Linda watched from her seat on the couch, kneading her breasts and staring at me while she rubbed her fingers over her shaved cunt. Drew was clearly into this, and seemed suddenly aware of his audience as Tracy pushed him back with a kiss before joining Linda on the couch. Both us just stood and stared as we watched our wives kiss and embrace on the old sofa. Drew never looked back at me, nor did I pay much attention to him, as the girls continued to explore each other's bodies. All I wanted at that moment was to break free and taste Linda's juices, the scent of which now permeated the air. 

"Fair is fair, boys. Drew, honey...help Mike out of that shirt. We just love seeing our men shirtless." My wife said as the two ladies positioned themselves for a better view. "I think Mr. Indecisive will be easier to handle with his hands over his head, so you'll just have to get it off him the best you can." Linda giggled while kneading Tracy's left breast.

Drew walked up to me with a more determined look on his face than I had ever seen before. While he's never had a completely submissive personality, he was clearly feeling empowered at this moment...even while submitting to our wives' suggestions. 

"Just go with it, man...this could be hotter than either of us can imagine. "Stop" always means "stop"...just say the word. But so far, this is fucking hotter than hell." Drew said between gritted teeth as he gripped the neckline of my t-shirt and ripped the worn fabric off my body. 

I might have found the whole thing funny if Drew hadn't been so forceful and intent on his project. Leaving minor bruises around my arms as he pulled away the fabric, I was feeling oddly aroused by not being unable to step back and force the issue to my favor. My cock was still as hard as ever, and began forming a spot of pre-cum on the front of my jeans. 

"Do you want him, sweetheart? Do you want to show us how close you two have become? It would make us so hot...but neither of you has to go any further, if you don't want to." Tracy cooed to her husband, her breath becoming shallow with Linda's attention to her swollen clit.

"Show me how you can make Mike hard for you, Drew. I want to see you guys together so bad!" Linda practically screamed as Tracy drove two fingers into my wife's soaking slit.

Drew didn't need to be begged, as he faced me and began firmly rubbing my biceps and pecs, taking time to lick around my neck and nipples. His massage was masculine and a little rough, but pleasing at the same time. Still nibbling and licking my chest, Drew gripped the waist of my jeans, forced open the top button and zipper, allowing the well-worn fabric to crumple into a pile at my feet. I closed my eyes and moaned as Drew gripped my aching rod through the material of my boxer briefs, licking his way down my chest and stopping at the waistband of my underwear. 

"Oh, baby...this is so fucking hot! Come on, Tracy...we just have to get a better view of this!" Linda said as she helped Tracy off the couch. 

Linda stood behind me, and Tracy behind Drew. With her breasts pressed to my back, Linda rubbed my chest, moving slowly down to the top of my boxer briefs. Tracy stood slightly off to the side, rubbing her clit and staring in amazement at her husband as he chewed at the tip of my prick through the fabric. 

"Mike, honey...I'm so wet and hot for you right now...feed Drew your cock for me, honey...I want to see this so badly." Linda cooed into my ear as she lowered my underwear, causing my intensely swollen rod to slap Drew firmly on the cheek.

Drew seemed to like playing it up for the ladies, as he slowly slid his tongue along the underside of my twitching tool, over my balls, and back to the tip again. My cock was leaking pre-cum in huge amounts...more than I had ever noticed before...and it slid down the side of Drew's unshaven face as he gently sucked each of my balls into his hot mouth.

"Suck him, baby...milk your friend's cock dry for us, sweetheart. Linda and I are so happy you boys are sharing everything with us." Tracy said lustily as she pulled Drew's head away from my cock and kissed him deeply. Tracy finally gave her husband some relief as she pulled open his painter's pants and slowly stroked his swollen member as she helped him remove them completely from his kneeling position. 

After helping her husband out of his clothes, Tracy released Drew from her kiss and looked directly at me. "Tell him what you want, Mike. Linda and I want to hear you ask for it...we would get so hot hearing Mr. Macho begging for relief from another guy." Tracy snarled as she knelt behind her husband, reaching around to stroke his cock while teasing her own clit.

My mind was a blur as I was overwhelmed with having my wife and best friends naked and horny in front of me...the possibilities new and exciting for all of us. Linda pressed herself behind me once again as her fingers locked with mine, my hands still chained and hanging even with my head. The growing discomfort in my arms was eclipsed by the aching need of my cock, and I willingly complied.

"Suck it, man...swallow my cock...show these sluts how it's done." I growled, hardly believing I used the word "sluts"...but it seemed to fit the mood.

I gasped so hard as Drew took my steel-hard rod into his mouth, that I could have sucked all the air out of the room. I was so intensely aroused that every movement down my shaft pulsed through my body like an electric charge. Drew took me in eagerly, and was quickly taking me down to the root, the stubble on his chin brushing against my balls. 

"Fuck his face, baby...lets see your cock piston in and out of your buddy's mouth." My wife said in a nastier tone than was usual for her.

Drew seemed to hear her request, and held his head firmly in place at the end of my dick. I was ready to begin sliding back in when Linda surprised me by taking the action over for me. My feet still somewhat restrained by the pool of clothes at my ankles, and my hands still chained overhead...Linda gripped my wrists as she pressed her hips against my ass, swinging my body forward and driving my dripping tool into my best friend's waiting mouth. This was a far more commanding role than my wife had ever taken before, and I was excited even more by the control she had over my body. Drew seemed to be really into as well, as he moaned with every thrust of my seven inches down his throat. Linda teased my nipples as she maintained a steady rhythm against my ass, her breathing getting raspy while she watched my cock slide between Drew's lips. Tracy seemed almost frozen, staring at the scene while furiously fingering her dripping pussy and stroking her husband's cock. The smell of sex was intense, and I knew I couldn't last much longer under this kind of stimulation. 

"Fuck...oh fuck, man...here it comes, dude!" I grunted just moments before I came. 

The pulse of my orgasm, as I shot stream after stream of hot cum down my buddy's throat, was so intense that the muscles between my balls and asshole seemed to ache with the strength of the contraction. My load was huge, and while Drew struggled to take it all, a considerable amount of overflow moved down his chin and dropped to the floor between us. I suddenly felt exhausted, and my body hung limply from the chains as Drew sucked and teased my softening tool while Linda gently scraped her fingernails down my back. I might have drifted to sleep, if Tracy hadn't spoken up.

"Oh my god...that was so fucking hot! Linda...mind if I grab a taste from my husband?" Tracy asked my wife as she lifted Drew to his feet and prepared to kiss him. With cum still on Drew's chin and lips, she asked permission to taste it as thought my seed was Linda's property. 

"Be my guest, girlfriend. That was so sweet of you to ask." Linda replied as she released my from the restraints, pulled the clothes away from my ankles, and led me to the sofa. "I think you're too tired to run away from us now." Linda laughed as I lazily sat down.

My mind was quickly lifting from the fog as Linda and I watched our friends share an incredibly passionate kiss. Tracy licked the cum from her husband's chin, their tongues darting between each other's mouths with my spunk passing between them. In a move I had only scene in porn videos, Tracy wrapped her arms around Drew's neck and raised her legs around his waist while he supported her ass with his arms. The muscles in Drew's well-toned arms and back were clearly visible as he supported the weight of Tracy's body against his own. Each of them carefully moving their hips for better position, Tracy impaled herself on her husband's swollen tool. They each gasped and moaned deeply as they quickly settled into a fast rhythm. Despite his strength, Drew couldn't keep that up very long, and he stepped heavily toward the couch where Linda and I were seated. Laying Tracy on the cushion next to me, Drew then started fucking her in earnest...her legs over his shoulders and the sloppy wet sounds of her pussy easy to hear as he pounded into her. I had never watched another couple make love before, but watching our best friends seemed more intimate than anything else I had ever experienced. 

"Oh my god...that's so fucking beautiful...isn't it, baby!" my wife exclaimed, her fingers still deep in her own pussy.

"Fucking hotter than hell, babe. But lets not forget about you." I replied as I got up and motioned Linda into a sitting position at the top of the sofa. 

With Linda sitting at the top, and her feet on the seat cushions, I could kneel between her legs and finally get a taste of her sugary folds. The heat of her snatch was intense, and I don't know if I had ever seen her so wet. With her view from above, Linda could clearly see all the action next to us, which only seemed to heighten her arousal. Linda's button was swollen harder than ever, and I knew it wouldn't take much to trigger her climax. With the panting and grunting of the couple next to us filling the air, I dove into my wife's dripping pussy, burying my nose and tongue deep into her cunt. The smell and sweet taste were intoxicating as she almost immediately tensed and small contractions showered my tongue in heavenly nectar. As if the stimulation of recent events weren't enough, I was surprised to feel Drew reach over and grip the back of my head, pushing my face deeper into Linda's tunnel as he continued to fuck his wife. His action suddenly made me even more aware of the activity going on next us, and made it clear that he and Tracy were still well aware of us. I could hear Drew's breathing becoming shorter as he quickened his pace into Tracy's soaking slit while running his hand down my back, squeezing my ass, and then returning to the back of my head and pressing me even more firmly against Linda's swollen mound. The sudden pressure was the final straw for Linda.

"Oooohhh...uuuhhhh....mmmpppphhhh...Oh, yessss!" my wife cried out as she had one of the most intense orgasms I had ever witnessed. My face was practically covered in a flood of her juices as her body convulsed at the top of the couch. 

"Uuunngghhh...aarrgghhh...shit...fuck!" Drew grunted just seconds later as his body tensed and shot his load deep into Tracy's love tunnel. Tracy added her own intense cries of pleasure as she tightly gripped Drew's arms, her body shaking and her breasts swaying with every wave of the climax that coursed through her body. 

All of us spent the next several minutes panting for breath and wiping sweat from our foreheads. Our wives were clearly enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms, and looked at each other with very pleased looks on their faces. 

"Wow...this was so worth it, Tracy." My wife said, looking over at her friend. "I know it's not quite the same thing...but mind if I get a little taste." Linda continued, glancing down at her girlfriend's dripping snatch, Drew's deflating cock having pulled out only moments before. 

"Sure, sweety...I don't mind. Do you boys mind if my friend takes a little taste?" Tracy said as she lay across the sofa cushions. "I didn't think you would." She replied as Drew and I sat on each arm of the couch, speechless, as our wives moved into a sixty-nine position. 

I couldn't help but stare as I watched Linda lick my best friend's cum from his wife's sloppy gash. Their smooth bodies writhed against each other as each of the women gently enhanced the other's pleasure. I can honestly say that I never really got into the lesbian scenes that are found on nearly every porn video...but watching the real thing was very different. Despite the intensity of my last orgasm, I found that my cock was slowly coming to life again with the scene before me. 

"There's more than one tasty clean-up job around here, honey...I think you should get started." My wife said, looking up at me with Drew's cum clinging to her lips. 

"Oh...yeah...right." I said, somewhat in a daze, and stepped over the side of the couch where Drew was seated. 

Drew didn't even seem to be aware of what my wife said, his gaze still focused on the women, as I knelt between his legs and took his soft and sticky cock into my mouth. The mix of his cum and Tracy's juices were an unbelievable taste sensation. Tracy's nectar was a bit different than my wife's...no better or worse...just different. Now that I was willingly performing this act, with little or no coercion, I finally felt comfortable with the things Drew and I shared...and now shared openly with our wives. Drew relaxed, and scooted forward on the arm of the couch to give me better access. I worked slowly and carefully...cleaning every inch of their combined fluids from his balls and cock. Drew remained soft for quite a while...drained from the intercourse he shared with his wife just minutes before...but his cock began to stir as the ladies long and gentle afterglow began to rekindle their desire. The soft coos and gentle moans were a clear sign to us that our wives may be ready for more. 

"Mike, honey...you've been so great, playing along like this...I love you so much." Linda said as Tracy gently licked her still glistening pussy. "I need you, baby...I need your cock in me so bad...I want to feel you inside me, honey." She practically pleaded as they both got up from the couch, and Tracy placed the seat cushions on the floor.

With cushions now on the floor, Tracy lay on her back as my wife resumed a sixty-nine position over her friend, waiting for me to take her doggy-style. My cock sprang to full hardness almost immediately...while everything prior had been fun...I still desperately wanted to slide into Linda's silky folds. Kneeling behind her, the mix of her own lubrication and Tracy's spit made it apparent that Linda was more than ready for my now aching rod. I was now so intent on fucking my wife that I barely noticed as Tracy gripped my cock and aimed it at my wife's quivering tunnel. Linda was so wet and so ready for me, that I thrust deep into her on the first stroke, causing her to shake and gasp for air. Her gash wrapped tightly around me immediately...the warmth and silky wetness enveloping my cock as I could feel her tunnel pulse around my hot pole. I began fucking her slowly...occasionally feeling Tracy's nose against my balls as she licked my wife's clit. I was so lost in the moment that I never gave a second thought to Drew as he watched from a few feet away. 

"Sorry, man...but playing the voyeur isn't going to work this time around. Besides, paybacks are hell." Drew said with a guttural laugh as he searched through the backpack Linda brought with her and pulled out a bottle of lube. It only partly registered in my mind what Drew was thinking as I focused on pleasuring my wife...while he stroked himself to full hardness with an ample amount of lube. 

For the first time, I noticed an old dresser mirror leaning against the opposite wall, providing an excellent view of me, my wife, and Julie...entwined in a beautifully passionate scene. It wasn't positioned in a way for us to notice while we were on the couch, but now that the action had moved to the floor, it was perfect for taking in all that was happening. It was almost surreal as I watched Drew walk behind me, his hard cock swaying with every step. As I slowly eased back to Linda's pussy, Drew stood next to me and slapped me firmly on the ass.




A Friend's Confession Ch. 2



"Uh...hey, man...a little busy here." I said, all the doubt in my mind starting to resurface. 

Linda must have seen the look on my face in the mirror and quickly reached behind, pulling me against her back and close to her face. "I'm so proud of you, baby...you've come so far in bringing all of us so much closer together. Tell him to stop, if you think you have to."

The compassion and love in her voice was overwhelming. I finally got it through my thick skull that no one here was judging me, or even making me do anything I didn't want to do. I was finally at ease with sharing everything with the people I loved. 

Looking into Linda's eyes through the mirror, I gulped hard and pause briefly before I finally said it...setting a course I could no longer easily back away from. "Do it, man...fuck my ass while I fuck my wife." My cock grew even harder the minute the words left my lips. 

Linda looked back at me with a wide grin on her face as we could see Tracy reach for the bag and produce a small vibrator...apparently she was not going to be left out of another orgasm. Drew made no reply as I could feel a trail of cool lube flow down the crack of my ass as he squeezed the bottle. I expected to feel his firm fingers priming my hole, but was shocked as Tracy reached from under us and inserted one, and then two, fingers into my tight pucker. 

"That's it, babe...get him ready for me...our friend needs a solid fucking." Drew said as he supplied even more lube to his wife's eager digits, and the meaning of the "payback" comment became clearer to me. 

Linda took the opportunity to again sample the sweet taste of her girlfriend, and take control of the vibrator while my increasingly hardened cock gently rocked within her moist tunnel.

"Fuck him, baby...let me see you take your buddy's ass." Tracy said excitedly, taking me by surprise with her bluntness. "Oh, Linda...this is so fucking hot...so damn hot!"

"That should do it, sweetheart...I'll take it from here." Drew said as he place the spongy head of his cock against my well-lubed hole. It was a good thing that Tracy did such a thorough job, as Drew plunged fully into my bowels on the first stroke, his balls resting against mine. 

"Oh fuck, man...damn...take it easy, dude!" I shouted, the searing pain around my overstretched hole shooting through my body. 

"What goes around, comes around, buddy...relax...you'll be loving it soon enough." Drew replied as he smacked my ass once more.

After thankfully giving me a few moments to adjust, Drew started fucking my ass in a rather deliberate manner. Withdrawing almost completely, and then burying himself deep inside me, the forceful rhythm of his motions caused his low-hanging balls to slap against mine with every stroke, and pushed me into Linda's quivering pussy with each advance. The pain subsided fairly quickly and I began to revel with every movement against my prostate. Tracy switched between licking my wife's clit to tonguing my balls and the bottom of my shaft...giving equal attention to both of us, while Linda dutifully probed her friend's pussy with the vibrator. Within a few moments I was able to time my thrusts into Linda's slit, with Drew's retreat from my ass, and developed a double sensation of pleasure within my body that would be hard to describe. Drew caught on to what I was doing and held his position as I thrust my hips between them. With the combination of Linda's snatch, Drew's cock, and Tracy's tongue...there was no way I could hope to hold out as long as I wanted. Linda was also on the verge, as the pulsing in her tunnel became firmer and more frequent. 

"Fuck...unngghhh...fuck!" I screamed as I came first, with Linda following right behind me. I could feel Tracy licking the cum from my shaft as it flowed from Linda's cunt.

"Uhhhhh...uhhhhh...shit, yessss!" Linda cried as her orgasm poured over her, squeezing my cock, and forcing even more cum onto Tracy's waiting lips. 

"Oh yes, Linda...keep it up, honey. Fuck him, baby...seed his tight ass...let me see it pour out of his hole!" Tracy said as her body squirmed beneath us. I couldn't help but think that I had no idea she could be so assertive...Drew certainly never mentioned it.

Drew was holding up amazing well, and now that I had come...I was looking forward to him leaving my well-worn ass. Soon enough, I could feel his cock swell even wider inside me and I knew he was getting close as his thrust became deeper and more forceful. 

"Ohhhh...fffuuuucckkk!" Drew grunted as he buried his cock deep into my ass and I felt his hot seed splash against my bowels. He pushed into me so hard, that even Linda whimpered as the motion pushed my softening cock deeper into her. 

I could feel Drew's sticky cum flow from my sphincter and down my balls as Tracy waited to lick them clean. Watching her husband's cum flowing from my ass apparently was the trigger she was waiting for...as Tracy's body bucked and quaked with the power of her second orgasm. 

With all of us sweaty and nearly exhausted, we simply dropped onto our sides, laying on the cushions in the same positions, and locked in a tight embrace. My asshole felt a mile wide as Drew's cock softened and eventually slid out of my pucker...allowing even more of his cum to ooze down the back of my thigh. I kept my deflating tool inside Linda's pussy as long as I could...enjoying the diminishing pulses as she came down from her climax. Tracy breathed heavily as her own orgasm subsided, the resulting breeze ticking my balls as she drifted off into a well-deserved nap. 

Maybe ten minutes later, our bodies seemed to recover, and I was amazed at how comfortable I still felt about the whole episode. I really expected everyone to have some amount of regret or awkwardness...but it didn't seem to be there. Tracy spun around to a more comfortable position as we all continued to lie on the floor. Caressing each other tenderly for a few moments, the girls kissed each other deeply...almost in recognition of a job well done. It was a beautiful scene, and I was pleased that they felt so at ease with one another. Linda turned around a kissed me passionately...a more intense kiss than we had shared since we first met. Tracy moved to the other side, where she could snuggle with her husband, and exchange their own passionate embrace. Everything was great...I couldn't imagine feeling more pleased or comfortable...until Tracy made another suggestion.

"Kiss him for me, baby...nothing sloppy...just a simple kiss." Tracy said to Drew, apparently not knowing my history with the subject.

"Well...I don't think so, sweetheart...some things may just have to wait." Drew said, doing his best as a friend to keep me from doing anything I didn't want to do.

Linda didn't say a word...just looked into my eyes and stroked my chest. She understood me, and thought she knew what was going through my mind. Problem was, I wasn't so sure anymore. This was the most intense day of my life, and I knew with every ounce of my being that this was still something I could only share with the people in this room. I decided to let myself go...at least one more step. With Drew on my other side, I turned to face him, closed my eyes and hesitantly placed my lips on his. He didn't force the issue...I sensed he was as unsure as I was, to some degree. Our kiss was firm, we bit at each other's lips, but no tongues were exchanged. If a kiss between men could be described as masculine, then that's the only way I could describe it. 

"Wow...just, wow...I don't think either of us could tell you guys just how intensely hot that was." My wife said as Drew and I parted and embraced our wives. 

We stayed in the basement just chatting and sharing more about each other for what seemed like another hour before heading upstairs for a shower. We all four managed to squeeze into the shower where it all began between Drew and myself. At that time I had no idea this is where things would end up, but I'm now happy and comfortable with the outcome. With one soapy hand kneading Linda's breast, and the other sliding between Drew's firm cheeks...I'm looking forward to even better times ahead.



A Friend's Confession



"This would be a good place to stop if you're freaked out about it. Believe me, Mike...I just want to let you feel something incredible...its not about anything other than that. Stop still means stop." He spoke softly, but deeply, as he rolled my balls between his fingers...his chin resting on my shoulder.

Even with my cock standing tight against my belly and beginning to leak pre-cum, I took a moment to consider my options. At no time in my life would I have ever thought I'd be hard in the same room with another guy. I've never seen another man's erection in person, much less had it pressed against my butt...I couldn't deny, however, that at this very moment I really wanted to see it and even hold it in my hand. How the hell did I get from wanting nothing but pussy, to Mike rubbing my balls, so quickly?

"Look...sorry to break the rules...but I have to tell you that anyone other than you probably would have been punched out by now. I know you, I trust you, and that makes things different...I just didn't think I'd ever be going gay in the last ten minutes." I said with a nervous chuckle.

"Who the fuck's going gay? I just look at it as two good friends, horny as hell, willing to have some fun. If you try to make it into more than that...I may punch you out." Drew replied as he gripped my aching member at the base, and slowly stroked out toward the tip, squeezing out the pre-cum and swirling it around the head. 

"Oh, fuck man...this is weird as hell having you touch me like that." My knees shook again as a jolt of guilty pleasure shot through my whole body.

"Why don't you take a seat on the bench before you fall down. I need to rinse this soap away from my eyes anyway."

I welcomed the opportunity to get off my wobbly legs as Drew released his grip, and I took the two steps over to the built-in marble bench of the shower. I sat down, almost shaking from extreme nervousness, and got my first look at Drew's erect cock. We were just about the same length at around seven inches, but he was a bit thicker...in proportion, I thought, to his bigger frame. It was odd to watch the soap bubbles flow down his naturally smooth body and drip from his low hanging, and apparently shaved, balls. I have more body hair than my friend...while I keep things trimmed and tidy, I've never shaved anything completely.

"You shave your balls? I don't think I could take a razor anywhere near the boys."

"It's really pretty easy...Tracy did it the first time...said she didn't like the hair on her tongue when she licked them. Needless to say, I've been doing it ever since." Drew replied as he turned toward me, his cock bouncing with every step. "Want to feel them? Makes your sack really soft and silky."

I must have had a look of near horror on my face as my best friend stood only a foot away, his balls and hard cock in plain sight. I had never seen any man in this condition, much less this close, and I had no idea how to react. I was a wreck of mixed emotions...curiosity, lust, and revulsion all at the same time. My dilemma wasn't helped in the least that my own rod was still twitching and hard as ever. 

"I can tell you're getting really freaked, dude. You don't have to do a damn thing you don't want to. Lets just get out of here and call this the biggest fuck-up of my life."

"No...I want to feel it." I said almost robotically as I watched my own hand rise between Drew's legs and cup his ample balls. The whole thing happened almost in slow motion...my mind seemingly detached from the rest of my body. My motions were shaky and clumsy as I gently lifted and rolled his nuts with my right hand. The feeling was really quite different from handling my own jewels...the skin remarkably soft and smooth. Drew gripped his cock and stroked himself slowly as I remained fascinated with his shaved sack...a thin string of pre-cum flowed from his prick and came to rest on my forearm. 

"Amazing how different it feels, isn't it? This should feel pretty wild too." Drew said as he lifted me by my arms until we stood face to face. 

This was the first time I had looked him the eyes since the whole thing started. He also seemed to be in a mixed state of concern, lust, and mild fear. My lungs quickly filled with air again as I felt Drew pull my cock down level with his own and began stroking them together between his work-worn hands. The heat from his shaft felt almost searing as it was pressed tightly against my own. The sensation was incredible as the tip of my prick brushed against his balls. I felt embarrassed as I heard a soft moan of pleasure escape my lips.

"Mmmm...damn, that feels so fucking strange."

"That's it, man...just enjoy the feeling. This isn't about anything other than feeling good." 

I was lost in the sensation as I could feel Drew move one hand away from our cocks and use it to guide my right hand toward his groin. I tensed, and instinctively tried to pull away, but Drew kept his grip firm. 

"Please...just try it for a minute. You already know how different it feels to have someone else touch you there. I've been wanting to feel a man's firm grip again for years...it's hard to describe how different it is from a woman's touch."

"I...I don't know, man. Isn't this the kind of shit we should be doing with our wives?" I said as my breathing became irregular once again.

"Absolutely...and I intend to do it with her the next time she's home for more than ten minutes. This isn't about abandoning our wives or giving up pussy...it's about just one more way to get off when we're the only ones around." Drew's voice was calm and understanding as he let go of my arm and left the decision up to me. 

"So help me, if you let it out that I've been scratching your balls, I will fucking kill you." I said with a nervous grin on my face as I reached over and gripped Drew's throbbing cock.

Drew closed his eyes and tilted his head back as I firmly gripped his white-hot shaft and slowly pulled my hand toward the tip. I couldn't believe how different it felt from holding my own cock. Aside from being thicker, the skin felt just as powdery smooth as his balls. Not really knowing what to do next, I just moved my hand in the same rhythm that Drew was using on my own rod. For reasons I still can't explain, I was really getting into watching my friend's reaction to the pleasure he was feeling. It gave me an odd sense of satisfaction that I could make my buddy feel that good...I certainly wasn't running away from the things he was doing for me. We stood there for several minutes just stroking and playing with each other's balls. I was nagged by the fact that I was enjoying every second of our little circle jerk, but still felt in the back of my mind that the whole thing was just wrong.

"We'd better get out of here before the hot water runs out...I hate being cold." Drew said as he let go of my cock and stepped back to shut off the shower. 

I was lost in a daze as his dick slipped from my grip, and I stood there watching him grab our towels from the opposite wall. "Are you coming, bud...or are you just going to stand there and stare at my ass."

"Oh, fuck off." I replied as he tossed me my towel. I probably would have said it more forcefully if I hadn't actually caught myself looking at his ass. I'm not afraid to admit that I can identify another man as handsome, and Drew certainly qualified. There was no doubting why the girls in college, not to mention his wife Tracy, were all over him. I just couldn't believe I was looking with more than just a passing interest. With the direct contact and the tension broken for a moment, I was slowly starting to feel like myself again, and the hardness of my cock began to ease. I had already begun formulating ways of gracefully ending tonight's experiment. I couldn't believe I had let it go that far, much less enjoyed it, and struggled to put the whole thing into the context of our friendship.

"Drew, man...I sure as shit can't deny it felt good...but I think it should end here. I'm being straight up with you though, when I say this won't affect our friendship...if anything we're probably closer than ever...its just a little weird for me."

"I understand and I have to apologize. I was horny as hell and thinking with my dick. I convinced myself you needed release as much as I did. With your wife's allergies, and Tracy's constant traveling, I thought you might be open to it. Shit...I even convinced myself you'd been looking at my crotch all day! You know me as well as anybody, and you know I'm not a fag...but telling you about my one and only three-way, together with the porn incident, had me thinking less than clearly. At least you didn't beat the shit out of me." Drew said as he wrapped the towel around his waist...the front tenting out from his deflating erection.

"I wasn't bullshitting...if it had been anyone else but you, they would have been picking up their teeth. I still can't believe I did that without being drunk or stoned. It wasn't too bad, though." Why the hell did I say that last part? I hoped that Drew paid no attention to my unintentional admission that it had been at least pleasurable.

"We can fix the drunk part...lets go the living room, watch the game, and drink until our memory's are a blur."

"Sounds like a plan to me." I said as I stepped toward the hall and into my room.

We both met in the living room, each wearing only a t-shirt and loose basketball shorts. After several beers, and watching as many games as we could find on TV, Drew and I settled back into our routine of bullshit small talk. Hours were spent discussing lousy players, how to put tile on the wall, and other vital topics of national interest. We had a good buzz going, but were nowhere near being stupidly drunk. I guess you could say were just happy and uninhibited. By now it was getting fairly late, and Drew came across some soft porn on one of his premium cable channels. 

"Wow...now those are some nice ones...not that Tracy's aren't great, but those look incredible. You think those blimps are real, dude?" Drew said looking intently at the screen and slouching in the sofa.

"Doubt it...not much bounce to them, and she's riding him pretty hard. Only silicone would stay that firm." I said, sounding like some kind of boob authority.

"Probably right...still, after tonight I wouldn't mind plowing a row between them. Been way too long since I last buried my face in Tracy's ample set." Drew absent-mindedly adjusted himself in his shorts while still intent on the fake sex in front of us.

"You really are one horny fuck...how long has it been since you got any?"

"Damn near a month, man. Tracy hates it too...but things will settle down after this trip. At least I hope so." 

As I looked over at my friend, the movement behind the nylon material of his shorts made it clear that the movie, or the conversation, were getting him wound up again. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him...I knew it had been a while, but I had no idea it'd been that long. With Linda's allergies in full force, she hasn't been in the mood lately either, and it had been about two weeks for me. If I was horny enough to let things happen a few hours ago...I couldn't imagine how tense he must be by now. Regardless, I was committed to not going down that road with him again.

"One last beer, and I'll leave you to spend the night with Rosie." I said as I got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Yeah...thanks. Wow...simulated ass fucking. You don't see that often in soft porn. Does Linda ever take it in the ass? Tracy won't, but doesn't mind sticking a finger or two up mine." Drew inquired as the scene in the movie changed gears.

"This is definitely your last beer. Talk about too much information. But since I'm feeling no pain either...yes, Linda likes it in the ass every now and then. My ass is exit only, however." I said as I passed him his beer.

"You should ask her to try it, man. If she hits the right spot, it will send you to the moon." 

The tent in his shorts was getting much more pronounced, and Drew made no attempt to hide it. I couldn't help but look as it snaked down his leg and pulled the fabric tight. I put my hands in my lap, holding the bottle between my legs, hoping to disguise my own swelling member. In the back of my mind I knew I wanted to touch it again, feel the heat and silky smoothness. I also knew that's not what guys do...I had a damn hot wife, and she had always been more than enough...until now. 

"I'm going to call it a night, man...see you in the morning." I said, leaning over to place my empty bottle on the coffee table.

"No...you're not leaving yet...not until we both get off."

Drew quickly grabbed my leg and pulled me flat on the sofa. Pulling the leg of his shorts above his hard cock, he placed his body above mine. Pinning me to the sofa by placing his hands on my shoulders in a push-up position, he slid his engorged member up the leg of my shorts, the head brushing against my balls and the base of my cock. My dick swelled quickly as his hot meat pressed against me. His eyes were determined and lustful as I looked up at him with embarrassment and increasing anger.

"What the fuck are you doing, asshole! Get your damned dick away from me!" I nearly shouted as I twisted under the weight of his body.

"Cut the macho "I'm too straight for this" shit. You didn't grope yourself while I was sleeping, or stay in that shower, just because we're friends." With one hand still pressing firmly down on my chest, he straddled my legs and began tugging the shorts down my hips with his other hand. Once my cock was free of the material, he gripped it firmly and began a now familiar stroking motion. "You wouldn't be fucking hard as a rock if you weren't curious and interested. Tell me I'm lying." Drew said, squeezing my nipple and encircling my cock and balls with his fingers wrapped tightly around the base.

"I'm horned up and you've got your hand on my cock...hardly any fucking surprise I've popped some wood, you son of a bitch! Get the fuck off me, and go jack-off somewhere, before I kick the shit out of you!" My body started to relent under the pleasure of his grip, and I fought less to escape, despite the anger in my words.

"I know you well enough to believe that most of this outrage is just show. I'm going to keep doing what I'm sure we both want until you either kick me in the balls, or you relax and go with the flow."

Without even waiting for a response, Drew slid even further down my legs, pulled my cock to his lips, and took the head of my prick into his mouth. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with the unexpected and intense jolt of pleasure. I managed to move one leg off the couch and tried slide out from under him, but Drew held me firmly in place as he continued the assault on my aching tool. His actions were clumsy and showed a lack of experience, but there was no mistaking that he was determined to swallow all of me. Large amounts of saliva trailed down my tool as he eagerly inched his way down, his nose eventually buried in my reddish-brown pubes. Neither my wife, nor any of my girlfriends, had ever swallowed me that quickly. The movements of his tongue against my shaft showed a true knowledge of what felt good to another man. Even barely a minute into it, I could tell this was easily the best blowjob I'd ever had. Drew did indeed know me all too well...and I succumbed to the sensations he was giving me...but I wanted him to know I was finished being passive about the whole thing.

"Shit man...you're a damn good cocksucker. You forced me into this...now suck my dick like you mean it." I demanded as I grabbed the back of his head and forced him deeper into my crotch. I was still just a little angry, but also incredibly turned-on, as I watched my cock slip in and out of my friend's mouth. Drew nearly gagged, moaning deeply, as I pumped his head up and down my cock. 

"Fuck, yeah dude...make me eat it...you're cock tastes great, man" Drew said, panting for breath while staring at my spit-soaked member. 

"Lick my furry balls, you cock-sucking bastard." The all-night beer drinking certainly lowered my inhibitions, but I clearly knew what I was doing as I barked orders to my willing friend. Drew did exactly as he was told, without hesitation. I could hardly believe how good he was at this...and how much I was getting into it...savoring every minute he spent teasing my pole. 

"This is fucking great, but I think its time to even the playing field, buddy." Drew said, pulling my hand away from his head, rising off me, and stepping out of his shorts. 

I was so lost in his powerful job on my prick it hadn't occurred to me that he might expect the same in return. Until now, nearly all the attention was focused on me...now it seemed it was time to reciprocate. My heart was now racing from nervousness and fear as Drew stood next to me, grabbed me firmly by the hair, and pulled me off the couch into a kneeling position before him. I instinctively shut my eyes, and tightly closed my lips as he pressed my face into his crotch...the short, blond pubic hairs pressed into my nose. I could smell the musky odor of him as he slid the hot shaft of his cock across my unyielding lips. 

"Suck on it, Mike. Taste my cock...it's not a fucking request this time around. I know you want it or you would have already pulled my balls off...now fucking eat it." 

His hand pulled down firmly on my chin, parting my lips as he pressed the head of his cock into my mouth. Pre-cum coated my lips and the tip of my tongue as I reluctantly accepted the new invader. The taste was a bit salty, but not offensive, as the hot mushroom head entered my mouth. My lips stretched painfully around his member until I accepted the fact that I would have to coat it in spit for lubrication. Moving my tongue around the spongy flesh, I managed to reduce the friction at my lips while Drew moaned in appreciation.

"Oh, yeah...that's it...do what you know feels good for you, all those things that you wish Linda could do better to your own dick."

Drew gave me little choice as he slowly rocked his hips against my face...easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. I struggled to accommodate the head, and the shaft was even wider...I couldn't understand how Tracy managed to do this at all. My jaw ached as I stretched to bring about four inches of Drew's length inside before I started gagging. 

"Just try and relax, buddy...coat it heavy in spit...you'll be amazed how much you can take. If I can do yours, you can do mine." Drew said as he tried to push in even further.

I coughed and gagged again as he tried to ease in deeper. I could hardly breath at this point, and forcefully pushed myself away from his swollen pole. "Fuck...take it easy! That damn thing is fucking huge!" I said, wiping spit off my chin.

"Take what you can...your tongue felt great on my cock. Relax and take your time...it does get easier. Tracy has a dildo she makes me suck before she shoves it my ass, so I've had a bit more practice." Drew said matter-of-factly, as though he were discussing the weather. I was mildly shocked at that latest confession...but then again, I was on my knees sucking my first cock, and not running away...it was getting harder to surprise me. 

"I'm still not sure about all this shit...but I'm confident it will never leave this room...I trust you that much."

"You can bank on it...this is just you and me. Now suck on my nuts while you catch your breath. I'm not giving you another minute to over analyze this thing."

Drew lifted his cock and exposed his low hanging pair to me for the second time this evening. He was right, and I was tired of thinking about everything we were doing. My lust and curiosity were winning out, and I was ready to just let events take me where they may. If touching them was strange earlier, licking the silky shaved sack and gently sucking on each orb was even stranger. I found myself loving the feel of his balls as they flowed over my nose and chin. Within minutes, I was ready to attack is cock again...this time without trying to convince myself that I hated it. I ran my tongue from Drew's nut sack, up the bottom edge of his prick, flicking lightly at the spot just under the head. I moved my hand to grasp the twitching monster, but Drew kept me away.




A Friend's Confession



"Tell me you want it...we're not going any farther if I think I've forced you into this. You're not going to use me as an excuse for freaking out later. Now tell me what you want."

I looked up at him, as he looked down at me. His expression was deadly serious as the strength of his erection. Drew was closing the door on my excuses, and giving me one final way out. I paused for a moment, before I heard the words escape from my lips... and I was surprised by my own response.

"Give me your cock...I want to get you off...I want to see you shoot it." Unbelievable, I actually just asked to suck another man's dick. I knew, however, that Drew was the only man I could do this with...there would be no others.

"Get your ass up, then...let's take this someplace with more room."

As I stood up, Drew gripped my erection and led me back to his bedroom. I felt a little ridiculous being guided this way, but enjoyed the feel of his touch. It was clear that Drew had been horny as hell the last few days as I saw a bottle of lube, a box of Kleenex, and a stack of DVD's on the nightstand. Anyone over the age of twelve could put those clues together. 

"Nice little jerk-off station you've set up here." I said sarcastically as Drew pushed me face-up onto the bed.

"Hey...sometimes you have to do, what you have to do. Right now, we have to get back on each other's pricks."

Drew wasted no time in kneeling over my body in a sixty-nine position. Taking my cock fully into his mouth, I groaned deeply as his own dick brushed my nose while it dangled from above. Given the angle of our bodies, I found it difficult to lift my head to his cock, and found myself gripping the cheeks of his ass for support. The light covering of hair, and the firmly muscled texture, was radically different to touch than Linda's soft and supple moon. Drew noticed my difficulty, and we were soon lying on our sides, still feasting on each other's engorged rods. Feeling a bit more relaxed, and resigned to the fact that this was happening, I found it easier to take more and more of him into my mouth. Eventually, I swallowed all of him to the root...my nose pressed into the folds of his scrotal sack. I still had the occasional urge to gag...but found ways to suppress it as I focused on the sensations at my own cock. 

"Unghhh...shit, man...that feels so fucking good. Tracy never did it like that." Drew sighed as I took him in deeply, running my tongue along what I knew would be sensitive spots. 

"Mmmph...mmmph." My response was muffled as Drew began to piston in and out of my willing mouth. 

Drew took a break from my dick and gently licked my balls as he lifted my leg over his shoulder. His tongue moving slowly from my balls, he traced a path underneath and licked lightly at the opening of my anus. No one had ever done that to me before, and I was shocked at the intensity of the sensation. 

"Oh, shit...oh, fuck...damn, that's fucking weird!" I screamed as my friend buried his tongue into my hole.

Drew alternated between licking my hole, and sucking my cock, taking me to levels of pleasure I had never experienced before. I eagerly resumed my work on his rigid pole, but couldn't bring myself to reciprocate on the ass-play. Drew's breathing was getting more rapid, and his nuts began pulling tighter to his body...I knew without a doubt, what would happen next. Just as I was preparing to pull away from his cock and watch another man shoot for the first time, Drew used one hand to hold my head firmly on his twitching rod, while a spit-soaked finger from his other hand drilled deeply into my virgin hole. I wasn't prepared for that at all, and the pain was searing as tears welled-up in my eyes. My cries of pain were loud, but muffled, with his thick sausage still stuffing my mouth. 

"I'm cumming, dude...oh, fuck...eat my load, man." Drew grunted as stream after stream began pooling at the back of my throat. 

Swallowing his load was not on my agenda, nor was having anything up my ass. I struggled not to choke as his hot cream filled my mouth and overflowed past my lips. I couldn't help but swallow some of his spunk. The taste wasn't great, but not as bad as I feared. None of that really mattered at the moment, as I was feeling angry about having no choice in the matter...at either end of my body. Drew removed his digit from my burning hole, and lye back panting in recovery from his pent-up orgasm. My own erection had lost some intensity due to the pain moments earlier, but I still needed to bust a nut in the worst way. I was now lost in the raw emotions of lust and retribution.

"You mother-fucking son of a bitch...thanks for giving me some warning...much less a fucking choice!" I yelled as I wiped Drew's cum from my chin, and stood kneeling on the bed. 

"Shit, man...I'm sorry...really..." Drew replied, his mind lifting from the fog.

"Piss off...you want to fuck around...fine...then you're going to get fucked."

I didn't allow Drew to complete his apology as I flipped him over on the bed, his fuzz-covered ass in full view. I quickly grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and coated my aching cock with the slick fluid, stroking myself to full hardness. I roughly pulled my friend up by the hips into a doggy-style position, and pressed my dick against his anal ring.

"Dude, I'd be pissed too...let me... Arrghhh...oh, damn!" Drew screamed as my cock popped into his tight hole. 

I plowed into his tight ass, burying my shaft completely in one stroke. Drew's hole felt every bit as tight and inviting as my wife's constricted chute. I was overcome with the pressing need to get off, and I quickly developed a brutal rhythm in and out of his hairy cheeks. I grunted in a primal tone with each thrust into his bowels. The feeling of my balls slapping into another sack added to the foreign and taboo nature of my act. Drew whimpered with a mixed tone of pleasure and pain as he tightly gripped the sheets and bit into a pillow. 

"Fuck me, man...fuck my tight little ass! I deserve it man...I'm a fucking prick...use my hole!" Drew grunted between strokes, as though I needed any encouragement. 

Sweat dripped from my forehead and onto Drew's back as I worked his ass furiously. I could feel my balls boil as the point of no return quickly approached. At first, I intended to pull out and shoot across his back, but decided I wanted Drew to feel as used and violated as I felt. Gripping his hips tightly, I plowed deeper into him than ever before as I shot a massive load into his rectum. I hadn't cum that strongly in years, and my cock pulsed with each hot ribbon of seed the streamed into Drew's gut. My cock made sloppy, sticky sounds as I withdrew from my friend's well-used ass...cum flowed from his hole and down the back of his balls. We lay exhausted, breathing heavily, for several minutes before either of us said a word. 

"Damn...my ass feels like a phone pole went up there. I feel shitty for getting off on it...especially after what I did to you. I was just consumed, man...I don't know what else to say." Drew said sincerely as he reached for a Kleenex, and wiped cum from his ass-crack.

"Its ok...now that the heat of the moment is over, I'm not near as pissed off about it. I really shouldn't have been that rough with you...I hope you're not hurt." I replied with a serious case of guilt creeping in.

"I'm good...fairly certain I'll walk again. Not sure how you're feeling right now...but I have to say that was fucking incredible for me. You ok? Want to beat the shit out of me?"

"I'm past the need to kick your ass...since I've already done that in one way or the other. That was easily the best sex I've had in a while. I hope it's because of the novelty, and not a change in my sexuality...I'm having trouble with the whole gay aspect of the thing."

"Man, you are one uptight prude. I'm surprised you ever got past the missionary position. Look...neither one of us is going to get divorced, give up pussy, or go cruising the gay bars. I have zero interest in doing this kind of thing with anyone but you...and that's because I trust you completely. This never has to happen again...just chalk it up to an experiment that didn't go well."

"I don't know...I need to sleep on it...sure as shit can't deny I got off on it. I'm going to rinse off and head to bed. Catch up with you in the morning." I said as I slapped his thigh and walked lazily to the bathroom. Drew left me alone as I quickly showered and returned to my room.

The next morning, I woke up with my mind still unclear how I felt about last night's events. Drew was my best friend, and I'd shared something with him that I had never shared with another man...and knew I couldn't share with any other man. It was a restless night, but I came to realize that I could deal with this...it may or may not happen again...either way was ok with me. Stretching, and scratching my head, I shuffled to the kitchen wearing only the t-shirt and boxers I had worn to bed. I was making coffee when Drew appeared, his hair still wet from a shower, in a new pair of basketball shorts and no shirt. I looked at his body this time with a different perspective, finding myself appreciative of his lean frame and defined muscle tone. I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to start looking at other men this way...the thought somewhat disturbed me.

"Good morning, Mike. Forgive me for being blunt...but are we ok? Last night was, at the least, a little intense" Drew said with sincere concern.

"Yeah...we're good. I honestly haven't had a sexual experience as strong as that in years. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. I had all night to work it out in my mind...I'm cool with it. For me, though, it wouldn't work with anyone but you...it's not something I'm comfortable with outside of our unique friendship."

"Cool...I'm glad you're not completely freaking out. I was worried you might beat yourself up over the whole thing. I couldn't deal with that. Is it something you would ever do again...or are you looking at it as a one-time experiment?" Drew asked as he sat at the table with some toast and coffee.

"I knew you were going to ask me that, and I've answered the question in my mind a million different ways. Let's just say I'll keep an open mind to it. You've forced me to think a lot about the way I view sex, and I've altered some of my prejudices...we'll take the hurdles one at a time."

"I can't ask for any more than that. I'll whip up some pancakes, then we'll tackle the rest of the bathroom."

We at breakfast quietly...reading the paper and occasionally commenting on sports scores, politics, etc. Afterwards, I cleared the table and told Drew I'd change and meet him at our never-ending project. I was pulling another set of work clothes from the drawer when Drew walked into my room, carrying a small cloth bag. 

"I feel like I ruined something for you that you might really enjoy. Take this home, and see if Linda would like to help you out...it's new, so don't worry about any cooties" Drew said as he tossed the small bag toward me. 

Catching it with one hand, I looked inside and found a small dildo with packets of anal lube. The dildo was thin, cock-shaped, and about five inches long. It was certainly the most unusual gift I had ever been given, but I immediately understood the point Drew was trying to get across.

"Wow...that was quick shopping...how did you know I wanted one?" My voice was thick in sarcasm.

"It was one of those free gift things with my last order of DVD's. It's a good size to start with...I think you both might like it. Hope I haven't offended you."

"Not at all...I appreciate the peace offering after what you put me through last night. I just wasn't ready for that at all." I said as my mind recalled the incredible feeling of his tongue dancing around my hole...and the later pain as he forced his finger inside.

"It can be really hot and add to the intensity of your lovemaking if you both learn to do it right. I'm no Dr. Ruth when it comes to sex advice, but I can tell you that Tracy and I really enjoy it." Drew leaned against the frame of the door as he continued to praise the virtues of anal sex.

"I'm sure you're right, man...Linda really likes it up the butt on occasions. I'm sure she'd get off on doing it to me...that whole "dose of your own medicine" idea would probably appeal to her." I said laughing, confident that my wife would love to play along.

I looked at Drew as he stood against the door and noticed him adjusting himself in his shorts. His action wasn't anything overtly sexual, just a quick scratch of the balls, but I found myself admiring his form, and wondering if I had really missed something incredible. I could feel my cock stirring as the memory returned of his work on my cock and ass. I knew what I wanted, and my heart began to pound as I actually considered asking for it. Following through would leave no doubt as to whether I'd be up for more. I decided to let go of my inhibitions, and just enjoy it for what it was, with someone I trusted. I emptied the contents of the bag onto the blanket, knelt down on the floor against the bed, with my chest lying flat on the mattress.

"Show me...fill me in on what you wanted me to feel last night." I said as my cock began to swell within the confines of my boxers.

"Uh...ok...you sure, man?" Drew replied hesitantly.

"Right now...before I change my mind and feel like a fool for lying like this."

"Alright...we'll take our time. I promise not to hurt you or rush anything. Tell me to back off at anytime."

Drew's words were comforting as he stepped behind me, running his hands up my t-shirt, massaging my back and pushing the material up to my armpits. I reached over my head and pulled off the shirt, as the bunched material was uncomfortable across my chest. Drew continued the soft massage while I lay prone on the mattress. Kneeling between my legs, his hands ran down my back and gripped the elastic band of my boxers, pulling them down over my ass. Drew reached to the front and withdrew my hardened cock from the fly so he could pull the shorts completely off me. I moaned softly as he gently stroked my shaft, caressed my balls, and traced a finger between my hairy cheeks. 

"For a guy...you've really got a nice ass." Drew said as he squeezed and massaged each of my muscled loins.

I could feel the cool air of the room as he spread my cheeks wide, his breath teasing my hole. Soon, his tongue was dancing around my tightened pucker...the feeling was incredible and I began moaning deeply with pleasure. Drew did expert work as he licked his way down my ass, over my balls, to the tip of my cock, and back again. He repeated this over and over for several minutes, occasionally rubbing my aching dick and building my arousal.

"Oh, fuck...yes! Damn, you're good at that." I said, reaching back and pressing Drew's face deep into my crack.

"Shit...this is hot. Give me a breather, dude. Let's try what didn't work so well last night...just relax, and trust me." Drew said, catching his breath and reaching for one of the lube packs. 

The fluid was cold as Drew squeezed the lube onto my waiting hole. Working slowly, he eased one finger into my twitching rosebud. He entered easily now with the lube, and already the sensation was a vast improvement over the forced entry of last night. Giving me several seconds to adjust, moving his finger slowly in and out of my hole, he eventually progressed to two fingers inside my anal ring. Encouraging me to relax my sphincter and providing more lubrication, I found myself enjoying this new intimacy...particularly when his fingers brushed past my prostate. 

"Oh fuck, man...that's wild as hell. I had no idea it could feel like this. I can almost understand why gay guys get into it." Apparently, not all my prejudices were resolved. 

"Safe to say, the straight community doesn't have all the answers. You ready to go further? Think you can take this five inch monster?" Drew said, his fingers still probing my ass.

"Yeah...I think so. What about you...got anything I can suck on?"

"Shit, yes...thought you'd never ask."

I moved up onto the mattress in a doggy position as Drew dropped his shorts and slid underneath me. I took the opportunity this time to really look at his cock. The thick vein along the top and the loose, shaved sack had an entirely new appeal, and I worked quickly to taste every inch of him. No longer fighting with myself as to whether or not I should be doing this, I actually took a great deal of pleasure in being able to pleasure my friend...evidenced with every grunt and groan he uttered. I still couldn't bring myself to lick his ass...my tongue never even touch Linda there...but I did concede to pushing a spit-soaked finger into his twitching rosebud. Drew had continued to lube my ass with his fingers...then suddenly pulled out for what seemed an eternity. My hole felt stretched, exposed, and vulnerable. I could hear the sound of my friend applying lube to the rubbery dildo.

"Relax as much as you can...it might hurt for a few seconds, but your well lubed...the pain should pass quickly if you relax." 

Drew pressed the head of the silicone dong against my brown eye. My muscle ring tightened, as Drew pressed harder against my opening. I knew it wasn't that large, but my mind had other notions. 

"Push back against it...almost like taking a dump." Drew requested as his licked my balls. 

While the idea seemed a little gross, I did as he asked, and was surprised as the head of the dildo slipped quickly inside. My sphincter burned mildly as it adjusted to the new width, but soon felt relatively comfortable. Sensing my easing tension, Drew began a slow fucking motion with the toy, moving it in ways to tease my prostate. After the initial shock, I was extremely surprised how good it felt. Between the probing of my ass, and Drew's cock in my mouth, I was quickly getting lost in sexual pleasure. 

"Fuck, man...you've really gotten good at sucking cock. Tracy has never been that good. I can't wait to taste your load, man. I'm going to leave this in your ass while you shoot...makes it pretty intense."

Drew and I had been playing for quite some time now, and neither of us could hold out much longer. He was as hard as I thought he could possibly get...pre-cum flowed heavily from his slit as I eagerly swallowed. Pulling off his prick, and stroking it while I fingered his ass, I looked at it with more lust than ever before. For the second time today, I knew what I wanted, and knew I had better do it now or never. Reaching for one of the lube packs, I opened it with my teeth, and spread the slick liquid heavily over Drew's aching rod. 

"Fuck me...breed my virgin ass, man. I want to know what its like to have you inside me." I said, deep in lust as I stroked Drew's pole.

"Shit, dude...I want to...but you think you're ready? That's a big step from junior, here." 

I reached back and pulled the dildo from my ass as I rolled over next to Drew. My back to the mattress, I pulled my legs tight against my chest and looked over to my stunned friend.

"Fuck me...I want to feel a real cock. If you can do it, then I can do it. Fuck me and fill my ass with your cum."

"No doubt I want to fuck that tight ass. Sure you want it this way? It might be more comfortable from behind, on your side." Drew's cock twitched with excitement as he spoke with concern for my cherry ass.

"Fuck me like this...I want to watch you slide into me." I said as tried to relax my puckering anal ring. 

"Alright, dude...I appreciate the trust you're placing in me. If it gets too much, just say the word."

Drew moved between my legs, placing one on each of his shoulders. Pulling my hips up higher, and aligning his cock with my hole, I could feel the heat of the head as he pressed against my hesitant opening. Remembering to relax and push against the intruder, the tip of Drew's prick popped inside quickly. The pain was immediate, and I thought my ass would split in two. 




A Friend's Confession



"Oh fuck...damn, that hurts!" I screamed upon his entrance.

"It's ok, man...give it a few seconds. It will die down, and your hole will adjust...there's plenty of lube in there. I can pull out if you want me to." Drew said soothingly as he stroked my thighs, his cock remaining fixed in its current position. 

He was right...it didn't take long for my already well-primed hole to adjust to the size of my friend's prick, the pain fading quickly. I looked down between my legs...the sight of Drew's hardened cock disappearing behind my balls, his chest heaving with deep breaths, merely added to the intensity of the moment for me. I knew I wanted that dick more than ever...not just anybody's dick...his dick. This was the deepest expression of our friendship I could imagine...and something I could share in this way with no other man. 

"I'm good...hurt like hell at first, but went away just as fast. Just take it slow."

Drew seemed to understand completely as he gently rocked his hips, making small movements with his dick. I was getting even more relaxed, and brought my hand to his ass, pulling him deeper into me. Drew didn't rush at all, as he slowly inched more and more of himself into my chute with each successive stroke. After what seemed an eternity of gentle prodding, we both moaned deeply as he filled my ass completely with his white-hot tool. The curls of his pubic hair tickled my balls, his own weighty jewels rested on my ass...the new and unknown sensations sent jolts throughout my body. Drew's throbbing seven inches seemed more like seven feet as he slowly withdrew, leaving only the head still inside me. I writhed in pleasure as he pushed back inside...my hand resting on his hardened abs to monitor the speed of his entry. Soon, I was comfortable with my friend's size as he began to piston in and out of my ass. 

"Oh...damn...yes...fuck...my...ass!" saying each word as his balls slapped against me.

"Mmmphh...fuck, you're ass is tight. Holy shit, dude...you're getting hard! I like it in the ass...but usually can't keep it up while Tracy's playing down there. I'm envious!" Drew said as he reached for my growing cock, never missing a beat while pounding my hole.

"Shit, man...this is so fucking wild...never felt anything like it. I'm going to shoot if you keep stroking me like that." I said, my breath getting shorter and shorter.

"I'm damn close, too...you're tight hole is squeezing the shit out of me. Let me taste your load, man...only fair since you had to eat mine."

"Fuck...fuck...oh shit, man...I'm cumming soon. Get ready for it if you want it."

As if I hadn't had enough surprises, Drew shocked me again as he bent over and took the head of my cock into his mouth...never pulling his own shaft completely out of me. He couldn't reach much more than the head in that position, but the effort was impressive. I could feel cum churning in my balls, and I knew this was going to be as intense an orgasm as I'd ever had. Reaching up to Drew's pecs, I squeezed them tightly as my body shook with each pulse of my climax. Drew struggled to keep my cock in his mouth as I shot five or six streams of semen down his throat...the last stream landing on my chest as he lifted up and buried his cock deep into my ass. I could feel my sphincter continue to contract around Drew's thick pole with each pulse of my fading orgasm. The even tighter fit must have sent him over the edge, as Drew plowed fully into me. His cock seemed to get even larger and warmer as I could feel my friend's spunk coating my bowels. 

"Unngghhh...unngghhh....fuck...fuck!" Drew cried out as he tensed with every shot into me. 

Drew lingered in my ass for a few moments until his quickly deflating member slid easily out of my stretched and sloppy hole. He rolled to my side, and we lay there for what had to have been a half hour...exhausted and breathing deeply. The room was humid, and smelled of musk and cum. 

"You don't taste half bad, man...not that I want a steady diet of it." Drew finally broke the silence, wiping my drying cum from around his lips.

"Guess that's the question. How much a diet of this kind of thing do we want?" I said, sounding as though I were afraid of the question.

"Mike, that was fucking incredible...and I know that you may not be done wrestling with this in your head...but I would really like to do it again sometime. It's not something I expect, or even want, to happen every time we're together. If we're both agreeable, then we can take it as it comes...if it never happens again, it's not the end of the world."

"Thanks, man. I am still working all this out...but I'm also sure I want to do this with you again. I'm just not sure when that will be. I really got off on watching you use my body for your own pleasure. Like I've said before...I can't comprehend doing this with any other guy. I don't care what you do...but for me, this is just between us." I said as I stood up from the bed, Drew's cum running down the inside of my thigh.

"Good enough...we'll just play it by ear. We'd better get cleaned up...so we can get filthy again. Drywall awaits us."

Over the next two days, we made excellent progress on the bathroom. We didn't have any further sexual contact that week...we both felt plenty satisfied until our wives were back home. Linda was surprised by my request with the gift bag that Drew had given me, and wondered about my sudden interest in anal play, but became a willing participant. It was nearly three months before I made the first move with Drew to play around again. He seemed relieved, as he didn't want to be the one to approach the subject, given how stressed I seemed by the whole thing. We still continue to have a good time together, every now and then, when the mood strikes us.