20 comments/  141429 views/  44 favorites

Duncan's Gentle Touch

By: j3zza



Note: This is not a simple story of gay friends fucking. If you are looking for a story with a quick blowjob three paragraphs in, then, my friend, click somewhere else. This part is the foreplay and sometimes that's the best part. Don't get me wrong, we DO fuck several times and in some interesting ways that are worth sticking around for. So if you're in it for the long haul, start here. 

*****

"God, you scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry. I wanted to see if you were ready yet."

"I just got in the shower, and I intend to take my time."

"Damn, man, you are just about the slowest person I know."

"You want me to hurry up, do something to help me out."

Duncan didn't have a reply for that. He and I had been very good friends for a long time. We did nearly everything together, and even more so when neither of us had a girlfriend. He had called me out of the blue this Saturday morning and wanted to go golfing. At first I had pushed him off; there were some things I wanted to do around the house, but he wouldn't hear of it.

I told him to come over, but I had to get ready. I had just stepped into the shower when the door to the bathroom had opened unexpectedly. After I got over my initial surprise, we settled into our normal routine of gently poking fun at each other. 

Before I go any further, let me explain that even though Duncan and I are good friends, and trust each other implicitly, we were both happily straight. We had both dated women extensively and, to be honest, we hadn't ever thought much about what gay men did. Our relationship was a typical hetero male relationship. Part of that relationship was verbally pushing the limits with each other, challenging the other to move just slightly out of his comfort zone (one more drink, go talk to that girl, jump out of plane...that kind of stuff). So when I verbally challenged him to 'help me out,' I had no particular expectations. We just said things like that when we were together.

"Maybe I will."

"Maybe you should." I challenged him again.

"Maybe I will." This time it sounded a little different. He was calmer. It was more of a statement of fact. I turned around and looked at him, holding the shower door open. He was totally naked.

I don't know what shocked me more in that moment. Certainly the fact that neither of us had been naked in front of the other (whenever we went bike riding or hiking, we always ended up cleaning up at our homes). Or that he was openly and boldly moving our relationship to a new place. Or that what he was doing and the situation we were suddenly in didn't feel nearly as weird as I thought it would (Can you feel shocked at not being shocked?). 

In that moment, I felt like most guys feel in a locker room shower. Sure I was naked, but so what? Duncan was my friend. I was comfortable around him and I trusted him. Granted, this was the large shower in my master bathroom and not some YMCA, but it wasn't really all that different. And I figured if Duncan wanted to shower with me, that was ok. 

"Hand me the soap." He said. "I'm going to move this along a little."

I wordlessly handed the as-yet unused bar of soap over to him. He stepped into the shower. This shower was built to match the proportions of my large home. It was stone, had two multiple-head 'stations' and a large seat on one side. 

Duncan stepped over to me and we looked at each other for a long moment. 

"Still want some help, Marty?"

"If you want me to hurry up..."

"Turn around." Our voices were low, hushed to the level people go to in the moments before intimacy. I was glad Duncan had joined me. I was glad we were going to do whatever we were going to do. 

I turned my back on him. He stepped in close behind me. He took my arms one at a time and put them up on the wall out of the stream from the shower. 'Assume the position' was the thought that came to mind. I helped him out by spreading my legs a little. 

He built up a good lather and then began to soap up my neck and shoulders and upper back. He kept going down my back, my sides and then up my arms. He held a washcloth in one hand and the soap in the other. Soon my back and arms were covered in a thick lather. 

He paused for a moment, and with the push of a button, turned on a hand-held sprayer. Still holding the washcloth in one hand, he began carefully rinsing my back off. 

When that was done, he lathered up again and without turning me around, began to repeat the process on my chest and stomach. After I was soaped up again, he put down the bar of soap and began using his bare hands, running them across my smooth skin. One hand stayed high and he focused his attention on my chest. 

With his other hand, Duncan worked his way slowly down my lightly washboard torso, past my navel and kept going down. I was comfortably excited as his hand very lightly brushed the top of my cock. He rubbed the shaved area there for a bit, then moved both his hands back up to my chest, giving my nipples equal attention. 

After a time, he brought the hand-held sprayer around and carefully rinsed me off. In silence, he took one of my arms and moved me to sit down on the bench, facing him. He pulled me towards the edge and spread my legs a little.

For the first time, he and I were facing each other, our bodies fully exposed. My cock had taken on that heavy feeling it gets just before it begins to get hard, but so far, I had not gotten an erection. 

I looked at Duncan. Not only was he my best friend, but he was exceptionally good looking. Like me, he had broad shoulders and a hard torso that tapered to a narrow waist. Both of us worked hard and played hard and our bodies reflected it well. Duncan always had a deep tan which made his blonde hair even more striking. In looking him over for the first time, I realized that, like me, he shaved his cock and balls, which at the moment hung heavily. His body was as smooth as could be, and I was anxious to see what came next. 

He made sure my legs were both wet and then picked up my legs one at a time and carefully began working the soap in between my toes and massaging the soles. I watched his face the whole time. He was completely at ease bathing me. I was completely at ease with him. He would look at me from time to time, the smallest of grins on his face.

After he finished both feet, he motioned me to stand up again. He faced me towards the wall again and this time spread my legs quite wide. He soaped my legs and with his bare hands began working the soap up towards my thighs and crotch. This was the moment of truth, I thought. I wondered how far he was willing to go. I knew that I would let him do whatever he wanted, but I wasn't about to spoil this by forcing anything.

He stopped when he got to the top of my legs, and I thought that might be it, but it was just an interlude. He rinsed off the soap that was there, and then worked up a fresh lather. I sensed no hesitation in him as he began by soaping the outside of my cheeks and my hips. His hands focused on my ass and he rubbed in whorls and swirls up and down and frankly with a fair bit of force in his hands. 

With his foot, he spread my legs even wider and with a gentle pull on my hip, pulled my ass towards him, spreading the cheeks even more. He moved his hands into the crack of my ass matter-of-factly. It was, after all, the next area to be cleaned. With his middle finger tracing the seam of my ass, he worked his hand up and down. 

I flinched a little as he rode over the opening to my ass, but he didn't pause. He continued down to the soft spot between my legs before moving back up. He moved both hands around my ass, touching me everywhere. His fingers entered me a little, just enough to make sure I was completely clean. I relaxed a bit to allow him whatever access he wanted.

He brought the sprayer around again, this time adjusted to a high pressure wash, and spreading my cheeks, rinsed my ass very carefully, making sure there was not a bit of soap left anywhere.

"You need a shave." His voice startled me a bit. We hadn't spoken since he had come into the shower. 

I nodded and handed him a razor and some shaving cream. He turned the water off and turned the steam on high, keeping the shower plenty warm. He had me sit down again on the bench and this time, he moved me right up to the edge and spread my legs as wide as they would go. 

He squirted some shaving cream on his finger tips and carefully began spreading it over my heavy cock and balls, completely covering my entire pubic region. 'This was some kind of trust,' I thought, allowing him to move a razor around my genitals. But I knew I could trust Duncan. He showed no hesitation, no particular concern about touching me wherever he needed to.

My cock began to harden a little at his touch, expanding of its own will. He seemed not to mind. His skill with the razor was incredible. He moved slowly and deliberately, starting with my lower belly and moving down a bit with each stroke. When he got done there, he moved to my balls. He would take one carefully in his hand, rolling the skin this way and that, dragging the razor gently across. He took care to get the soft skin between my balls and my ass. I liked to stay smooth everywhere, but there is a special eroticism to that bit of flesh being silky smooth.

Finally, when everything around my cock was shaved to his liking, he turned his attention to my cock. He gently grabbed the tip with one hand and moved it around to get to each part of it. I was surprised and pleased by how natural this felt. My best friend was shaving me, holding my cock expertly with one hand and making me feel just like I would want to feel. 

Despite the intense physical contact, this was not a sexual encounter. It was intimate and erotic, but not sexual. Both of us knew where the boundaries were in the shower. We were both comfortable with them, and relaxed in our intimacy.

When he finally finished with the last bit of shaving, he carefully rinsed me off, checking carefully with his fingertips to ensure that he had done a good job. He moved my hand down and I felt along with him. It was without a doubt the best cock shave I had ever had. When I told him so, he smiled and leaned in and gave the tip of my cock a quick little kiss, just enough to elicit a wicked smile from both of us.

"We're almost there," he said, standing up with me.

He put some water on my face and shaved me there, too. Again, his touch was as sure and gentle as could be. I reveled in our closeness, our uninhibited contact. I know we brushed up against each other time and again, but our focus was elsewhere. 

When my face was as smooth as the rest of my body, he leaned me over and washed my hair. His strong fingers rubbed right down to the scalp. He pressed just hard enough to really get the blood flowing in my head. 

After shampooing my head twice, Duncan turned on all the spigots on my side of the shower and carefully rinsed me from head to toe, his hands running over my body, re-exploring every inch. Finally, regretfully, it was over. I was clean. 

I looked at him. "Thank you." I said quietly, trying to convey all I felt in those simple words.

"No, Marty, thank you. Thank you for letting me wash and shave you."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "You are a good friend," I said. "I'm relaxed with I'm with you."

"Me too." His fingers were still lightly exploring my abs. I pulled him in close and gave him a hug. It wasn't one of those silly man hugs where you try to keep a certain safe distance between the cocks, it was a deep hug, with our cocks pressed comfortably against one another. 

I stepped out of the shower and began drying off while Duncan rinsed himself down. 

We finally headed out to play golf and had a great round, laughing and joking with each other like we always did, comfortable in our intensely personal relationship.

...MORE TO COME... 

Duncan's Gentle Touch Ch. 02



I spent the next several days trying to figure out how to repay Duncan. I had to. The encounter in my shower had touched me more deeply than I had imagined. While it was totally comfortable and even seemed natural at the time, there was no mistaking the sexual element that had been involved. It also struck me that both of us had seemed completely in touch with the other. There hadn't been any coaxing or pressure needed for either of us. It was as if we had known what the other was going to do. For my part, I welcomed it. Though I had always considered myself straight, I wasn't afraid of being naked or even sexual with another guy. So if this was the way our friendship was going to go, I was ready for it. And so, I spent a lot of time wondering what I might do with Duncan that would leave him feeling the way I had felt when I stepped out of the shower that Saturday.

I got the opportunity to try the next weekend. We had gone out for a long bike ride Friday afternoon, and another one Saturday morning. When we pulled up to my house on our bikes, Duncan let out a big sigh.

"Man, I'm beat. That was a great ride. Let's kick back and watch a game. I need a little rest."

'Perfect.' I thought. 'This is going to work out just like I had hoped.' 

"I have another idea."

He looked at me a little warily. 

"Don't worry. You'll like it." I looked him straight in the eye. "I trusted you last weekend. You get to trust me this weekend." He got the message.

We put our bikes away and headed into the house. 

"Take a shower and then join me in the master bedroom."

He headed into the guest bathroom and I hurried upstairs to get ready. Thinking this might happen, I had already set out most of what I wanted that morning before going on the bike ride. I took a quick rinse shower too, and then waited for Duncan to arrive. 

He came up the stairs a few minutes later, a big towel wrapped low around his waist. 

"You're sore and tired. I'd like to give you a massage, if that's ok with you."

He gave me a small smile which said it was definitely ok. "What do you want me to do?"

I motioned him toward the bed. I had spread an enormous towel out and had a large bottle of massage oil sitting on a table. My room has dark carpet and the furnishings are also dark. I had pulled the drapes and the room was cast in warm shadows.

"You won't need this," I said, pulling his towel off as he walked by. He looked down at the black spandex boxer briefs I was wearing. 

"Neither will you." He hooked a finger in the low slung waistband and snapped them gently. "If I'm naked, so are you." He looked me straight in the eye as I took them off.

Again, that feeling of comfort and trust came over me. Here was Duncan, my best friend, standing naked in front of me. And yet, it didn't feel awkward or forced. There was a great sense of liberation, knowing that we could be totally open and free with each other.

I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him to the bed, having him lay face down with his arms straight out to his sides and his legs spread. I stood there for a moment, admiring his lean, strong form.

"Music?" I asked. I wasn't sure exactly what kind of mood to try to strike during this session. I had thought about it, but everything I had considered seemed either blatantly sexual or forced casual.

"Yeah, a little music would be good." His voice was muffled.

I turned on the stereo and put in a couple of mix CD's of middle of the road stuff. There was a nice calm feeling in the room. 

I walked back over to the bed and began rubbing oil into my hands and dribbling some along his calf and thigh. I had had a number of massages, including some real mind-blowing ones in Thailand (they weren't sexual, but VERY thorough). I intended to replicate them for Duncan and just let my hands do the work.

I began at his feet, lifting them up and resting them against my chest while I worked my fingers in between his toes and along the bottom of his foot and heel. With his foot still resting against me, I worked my hands up and down his calf, kneading and working out the tension. 

I slowly laid his leg back down on the bed and began working his thigh, squeezing and pulling at the strong muscles there. Duncan had great powerful legs and it was a joy to be caressing him. His legs were tan and covered with the finest downy hair. They felt smooth to the touch, and the generous amounts of oil I was coating him with made his skin smooth. I worked my way up his thigh all the way to just below his ass. 

I began working my hands around his thigh, getting in between his legs and brushing my fingertips against the base of his balls and delicately touching the soft skin behind them. I hadn't forgotten the attention he had given me there in the shower and I wanted to be sure I didn't neglect any part of his body. 

With one hand, I began gently rubbing at the outside of his hip while I brought the other up between his legs. I would bring my hands together at the bottom of his ass, and then apart again, not quite grabbing his cheeks completely. I supposed I was teasing him just a little. I did this a few times, and sure enough, on the fourth or fifth pass, he shifted down just a little. 

With that bit of non-verbal coaching, I took his ass cheek firmly in both hands and began to rub it. The side of my palm resting deep in the crack of his ass and the other hand moving between his hip and cheek. 

I rubbed back and forth for a minute and then slid my hand deeper down between his cheeks until I was just over his tight hole. I rubbed there for a moment and then grabbed the oil and ran a trickle of it right down between his cheeks. I began massaging him with one hand, letting my middle finger trace up and down his smooth, hard crack while the other fingers splayed out to either side. 

The first few times, I didn't stop at his puckered anus. I simply glided past, making sure there was plenty of oil everywhere. I didn't know what Duncan was thinking, but I couldn't take it anymore. On the next pass down, I hooked my finger into his ass while the other fingers continued on down. Duncan gasped a little, but pushed his ass towards me just a bit, signaling me to continue. I wanted to. Oh God, how I wanted to. But I had other plans and didn't want to get derailed just yet.

I penetrated him just a little, just enough for both of us to know I did, and then continued to the other half of his ass. I repeated my process there, rubbing and pressing and adding oil regularly. I had to stop for a moment and admire his tight, smooth ass, shiny with oil and a little red showing through the tan. Tan? In that moment, I realized for the first time that Duncan had no tan lines. His ass was a delicious light golden brown. I hadn't known he tanned in the bare. But now that I knew, it seemed we might have another activity to share together.

Before I moved to his other leg, I stopped for a minute and grabbed a small towel. I folded it over a couple of times and laid it directly over his slick little hole. With the palm of my hand, I pressed hard against the towel. I had had this done to me a couple of times, and it sends an incredible shiver deep up your insides. I had loved the feeling and made sure to repeat it a couple of times with Duncan. His breathing stopped the first time and I could see him tense and relax with it. He clearly enjoyed the new sensation.

I forced myself to refocus and continue. I worked my way down his other leg all the way to his foot. I re-oiled both legs and his butt again. I loved running my hands over him and I loved the sheen of his skin covered in the oil.

I then climbed onto the bed and straddled his ass. I sat down on his butt, my cock and balls resting against the crack of his ass and began massaging his shoulders and back. Duncan has a strong lean back with strong shoulders and a wide chest that tapers to a surprisingly narrow waist. I worked up and down his back in long strokes. Each time I reached up to his shoulders, I rolled forward and my cock (which had been rock hard since massaging his ass) would press between his cheeks a little. 

I think I massaged his back longer than I needed to, but I was feeling the tension building in my groin and I couldn't stop rocking back and forth, pressing my cock against him. I hadn't known it was going to be this difficult. 

I again forced myself to continue. With a great deal of will power, I climbed off his back and sat down next to him, taking his arm in my hands and working my way down to his wrist and fingertips. I spent quite a bit of time on one arm, then sat on the other side of him and did the other. When I finished with both arms, I had him roll his head forward and began massaging his neck and up into his scalp.

"I hope you don't mind a little oil in your hair." 

"I hope you don't stop." My heart soared when I heard him utter those perfect words. 

I didn't say anything back; I just continued to rub his head, his ears, his temples, everywhere I could get. Finally, I had him turn over and I continued to touch his face, letting my fingers feel their way along.

I slowly worked my way down to his neck and then his chest. Though he was strong in the chest, he was not over-muscled. I applied plenty of oil and again reveled in the sheen of his smooth, tight skin over his firm chest and abs. 

This time, I didn't climb on top of him. I wasn't sure I would be able to continue if our cocks were rubbing together, poking and prodding at one another. I just sat beside him, shifting myself down a little each time until I got to his hips. I ran my hands in long strokes from his chest down to his hips and upper thighs, then back again. 

I tried not to pay too much attention to his cock, fearing the distraction. But I brushed it several times. It was hard and twitched each time my hands went by it. I stayed focused on his torso for as long as I could, and then began working my hands in circles around his lower belly between his navel and the top of his cock. My hands stayed flat against his body.

I worked my way down his legs, but frankly, I hurried a bit. I had worked them pretty good the first time and really just wanted to get him completely oiled up. I finished each leg and spent a little time on the top of each foot.

Finally, it was time. I had him spread his legs wide and I sat down between them, his cock at just the right distance. Still keeping my hands flat against his body, I made a large circle with my hands, framing his cock and balls. I pressed against him a little, causing his manhood to stand out even more from his body. 

He was gorgeous. His cock was large, very large at the base, and tapered nicely along it's generous length to a nice tip. His entire pubic region was shaved smooth, and I loved the sensation of his delicate skin in my hands. His balls were large and heavy, hanging over my thumbs as I pressed down. 

I added a little more oil to my hands, and then, with as much professionalism and non-sexual focus as I could muster, I oiled his throbbing cock. I had never held another man's cock. Until Duncan had joined me in the shower the previous weekend, another man had not held mine. 

Now we were at a turning point. I had finished the massage. He was slick and shiny from head to foot. Though we were comfortable with each other's nudity and touching each other intimately, we had not been overtly sexual. But here I was with a slick, hard cock in my hand. Clearly, Duncan needed relief. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to give it to him, or if he wanted a few moments on his own.

"Duncan?" I asked quietly.

"Yes." The way he said it, I knew he wasn't acknowledging his name. He wanted me to continue. I wanted it, too.

I took his cock more firmly in my hand and continued to press against his groin with the other. I jerked him off slowly in long, smooth strokes, sliding my hand out to the tip until I almost let go, then sliding down and pressing hard at the base. I felt his cock grow harder and longer in my hand. I pointed his cock straight up at the ceiling and began to move faster and harder. My other hand began fondling his balls and running up the crack of his ass.

It didn't take long. He was already well worked up by now and with a sudden clenching of his hips, he exploded in my hand. His semen shot straight up in the air and came down on his belly. Several jets erupted out of him, splashing onto his belly, my hand, his cock. I loosened my grip, but continued to stroke him, coaxing his cum out, making his cock slick with it.

Finally, he relaxed, spent. His semen was everywhere. His body was a glorious mix of tanned, oiled skin and evidence of his orgasm. The sight of him blew my mind. 

He put his head up to look at me. "Your turn."

I couldn't wait. My cock was in desperate need of a little stimulation. I kneeled between his legs, and with just a few quick thrusts, came in long, powerful jets over his body. I pointed some at his beautiful cock. With my spare hand, I began stroking and rubbing him again, our cum mixing together on his beautiful body. I knew that our relationship had turned a corner. This was definitely not the last time we would share an orgasm. 

I grabbed a towel and began slowly cleaning him off, already thinking of what the next time would be like.

...STILL MORE TO COME... 



Duncan's Gentle Touch Ch. 03



We are getting closer, faithful readers. Thank you for your kind feedback so far. For those who have not yet read about my relationship with Duncan, we are straight friends who are discovering a new erotic side to our relationship. As of this writing, we have not yet 'done the deed,' but our foreplay has taken on an new intensity. Take a read of the first two chapters if you are interested. As ever, I welcome your feedback and emails.

For the next few days, my head was spinning. Do you know the kind of thoughts that go through your mind when you discover a whole new aspect to your relationship with your best friend? The excitement, the possibilities, the unexplored territory. Once or twice, it occurred to me I should be feeling doubt or uncertainty. I had never had 'gay' thoughts before, and yet what had happened between us was certainly outside the realm of what straight guys did. Still, I felt no doubt, no uncertainty. I liked what we were doing and how we were doing it. When we met in public, we were still as straight as ever. We checked out girls together and were two normal, chummy male friends in a publicly healthy relationship. 

Still, we would always make sure to sit next to each other at the bar or in a restaurant, and once or twice each night, very discreetly, we would touch hands under the table as clandestine lovers do. We never discussed what we were doing, and yet, by some unspoken accord, we were both very comfortable with where we were. Between us, we knew where we stood, and to the world outside our relationship was as it had ever been. 

The next weekend, I had to travel for work, so we didn't see each other, but Duncan called me on the road Saturday night. 

"Marty, you ready for what's next?" he asked, completely out of the blue. We had been talking about football and he just slipped that into the conversation. I knew instantly what he was talking about.

"I am if you are." 

"Good. Your place next Saturday. I'm bringing steaks and the...entertainment."

"Sounds good to me."

And with that brief exchange out of the way, we went on talking about the BCS standings, who was hot and who was stinking up the field, and the trials of traveling for work. It was almost as if we had compartmentalized that part of our relationship.

In meetings that week, my mind kept wandering, wondering what was next. I found it harder to focus on work as the weekend came closer. I couldn't wait to see what Duncan had in mind.

Early Saturday afternoon, he showed up at the house. I had taken a long and careful shower earlier and made sure the bedroom was ready for whatever he had in mind. Although we had significantly escalated the intimacy the last time he was over, I was pretty sure we weren't going to just hop in the sack and jerk each other off. Duncan was too smart for that, plus we were both enjoying the long physical dance we were in the middle of.

He was carrying several large paper grocery sacks and I helped him carry them into the kitchen. He made me sit at the bar as he unpacked, clearly enjoying the role of showman and revealing the contents of the bags in a very planned way.

First he brought out the food. Gorgeous steaks from a butcher he knew; a six-pack of good beer; a nice loaf of crusty bread; and a few other odds and ends to get us through the long afternoon. 

After I approved of each item, he put it in the fridge, saving it for later. 

He stopped before going into the last sack which was rolled closed at the top. 

"You ready for this?"

"You bet. I've been ready for this all week."

"Ok, Marty, but, um, we've been doing things...and I don't want to assume..." He couldn't really say what he wanted. 

I looked him straight in the eye. "Duncan, do you like what we are doing?"

"Yes."

"Me too. I like what we are doing. Hell, I really enjoyed your last visit. Don't worry, I'll say stop if I want you to stop, and you will tell me to stop, too, if you want me to."

He looked relieved. That was the first and last time in our relationship either of us paused and considered staying on the safe path.

"Now, quit stalling and show me what's in the bag." My curiosity was killing me.

"No. Not yet. Let's eat first." The trepidation was gone. Now he was enjoying the game and making me wait. 

"Bastard." I said, jokingly. 

For the next couple of hours, we enjoyed steaks, beer, and some good football on the TV. Every so often, I would look over at him questioningly.

"Not yet." He would say, knowing full well what I was after without me saying a word. Then he would turn his attention back to his food or the game. 

After the fourth or fifth time, I couldn't stand it anymore. He tried to brush me off with another "not yet," but he was losing interest in this part of the game, too. I just stared at him. 

"Fine!" He relented. He acted like it was an inconvenience, but I saw through him clearly. He was ready to get on with what was next. 

We walked back to the kitchen and I sat on the stool again, watching him carefully as he slowly opened the bag and then watched my face as he pulled the first item out. At first, I couldn't quite tell what it was, but he turned the package around and handed it to me. I knew right then this night was going to be interesting. Inside was a long strand of anal beads. I stared at them for a moment, starting to consider the possibilities when he handed me the next package.

It was a small box with an anal vibrator inside. Next was a considerably larger smooth vibrator, and then another one which was shaped like a real penis. I was grinning madly as I looked at these toys and considered how we were going to put them to use. I wondered what kind of looks Duncan must have gotten as he bought all these items. 

He must have read my mind. "Internet," was all he said. Several more interesting packages came out before Duncan finally reached the bottom of the bag.

"First things first," he said. He handed me a self-cleaning kit and told me he would meet me upstairs in a bit. I practically ran to the master bathroom, anxious to get started. 

I spent a good amount of time cleaning my ass. By the time I was finished it was cleaner than it ever had been before. I particularly enjoyed the warm water cleansing my insides. It felt so natural and relaxing and was a great precursor for the fun that was about to begin. 

I headed into the bedroom and stripped all the blankets off the bed. I put down a comforter on top that we could get as messy as we wanted. I fully intended to enjoy the next few hours.

Duncan came into the room a few minutes later, stark naked and carrying the bag of goodies. I was sitting up on the bed, leaning against some pillows stacked up against the headboard. By now, both of us were comfortable in our nudity around each other. Duncan sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled all the packages out of the bag. We began ripping them open like schoolboys at Christmas. 

He was right next to me and in between opening packages and examining the contents, I watched his body as he twisted and moved. He was in great shape. All the activities we did together gave him a lean, trim body. His careful attention to keeping his skin looking good was impressive. What little body hair he had left after shaving his cock and balls was fine and downy. He still had the nice even tan I had noticed when he was in the shower with me a few weeks ago. I made a mental note to make sure we spent some time outside together before the end of summer.

Within a few minutes, we had a half-dozen toys scattered around on the bed and began looking at them a little more closely. We made sure the ones that took batteries were charged up and fiddled with them a little more until we came to a bit of an awkward pause. Where to begin? How to start?

Neither of us said anything, we just sat there with the possibilities scattered around us.

Duncan raised his eyes to look at me and I knew where to begin. I leaned back and down into the pillows a little more and gestured him closer. He climbed over the top of me propped up on his arms and knees. As he came in closer, I grabbed both sides of his face very gently and he knew what I wanted. He leaned in and we kissed for the first time. 

How to describe a kiss that is so foreign and new yet so right at the same time? His lips were soft and tender, but I could feel the faint hint of stubble around his face. He breathed pure masculinity into me, but also accepted mine. My hands were free to roam across his body, feeling the strength of his back, the curvature of his spine, the tight skin across his belly as he hovered over me. Duncan was forced to put all his passion into his kiss as he used his hands to stay propped up over me.

I felt totally relaxed and at ease with him. Our bodies were extensions of our feelings for each other as well as being our sexual playgrounds. There was now no doubt in my mind that we would end up having masculine sex with each other. There was only a question of how and when. 

We finally came up for air and decided to get down to the business we had both been looking forward to for some time. Duncan reached into the bag and brought out a large tube of lubricant. To properly apply it (it said), you were supposed to insert the rounded tip into the anus and squeeze, pulling it slowly out. He playfully described this to me.

Duncan sat between my legs and pulled me down some more so I was laying flat on my back. He pushed my legs up and with no hesitation began stroking the crack of my ass with his long, strong finger. With his other hand, he gently worked the small tip into my tightly puckered hole as far as it could go and gave it a good squeeze. I felt the cool gel coat my clean insides. He squeezed a couple more times, making sure to get plenty in there. As he squeezed the final time, he slowly withdrew the tip, coating the tight ring of my ass. His finger was now able to glide smoothly up and down the seam of my ass. 

He began coating the crack of my ass and the tender spot below my balls with more of the gel. His hand was slick and warm as it freely explored my most sensitive regions. He took my balls in his hand. I had very carefully shaved earlier in the day and my skin reacted to his lightest touch. While he slowly rolled my balls around in his hand, he grabbed a slim, smooth vibrator and began working my virgin ass with it. I reached down and spread my cheeks as wide as I could. I was hungry and ready for this moment.

His eyes were fixed on my anatomy. I think he was as fascinated with openly watching the penetration of my ass as I was to feel the rapid vibrations coming from the small toy in his hands. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation. It was so wonderful and new. He continued to slide it in, pushing it deeper and deeper. There was no pain, only pleasure as I surrendered totally to the moment. 

He pushed it in as far as it would go. His finger pressed it in as my ass flexed and throbbed and tried to get it out. Soon, he let it slide gently out and found a bigger one. This one was also smooth, but much larger; almost real-life sized. He squeezed some lube on it.

Duncan pressed it slowly against my ass which was now properly warmed up if not fully stretched out. At first, my ass rebelled against the large intrusion, but by sheer erotic will, I relaxed the muscles that were doing the pushing and it slid in halfway. I gasped in wonder at the new sensation. Where the last vibrator had small quick motions, the motor in this thing clearly was designed to move the user. It was much more powerful and determined. I could almost feel the weight moving around inside it, pulsing against my insides.

Duncan slid it deeper in, watching me for signs of discomfort, but there was none. Only the bliss that comes with being sexually fulfilled. With his free hand, he continued to play languidly with my balls, but my cock was on fire. It was almost as if the huge vibrator in my ass was entering my cock from the inside, stretching it and filling it. God, this felt so good! 

He pushed and pulled for a long time, my body overcome. I coasted along, writhing in the moment. Finally, he slowed things down a bit before I got too close to a climax.

"Ok," he said, "time for a bit of something different."

He slowly withdrew the large vibrator from my ass, leaving me feeling strangely empty. He got out another object, this one with a peculiar shape. It was knobbed and slightly curved, and tapered to a narrow point at the base before ending at a handle. 

"This one we stick in and it stays in place." I looked at him. "I want you to use this while doing me."

"You got it."

Duncan had quickly learned how to penetrate my ass and bring me a lot of pleasure at the same time. He slid the new one in, the knobs spreading and relaxing my ass as each part slipped into me. Finally, he got it all the way in, and the ring of my anus clutched at the narrow base. He was right. I could move around a little and it would stay in my ass, moving a little but staying put. 

We carefully traded places, and I found my eyes locked on his anatomy just as his had been on mine. It was a little clinical and a lot erotic to be able to just openly stare at his large cock, his heavy balls, the delicate skin, his smooth, hard, tan, gorgeous ass. I ran my fingers lightly over all of him, reveling in the different textures of his skin. There was no hesitation as I felt his cock and balls with my fingertips, no pause as I caressed the crease of his inner thigh, only hunger and anticipation as I began moving my hands over his ass that entranced me more each time I saw it.

Without a thought, I reached around and found a fresh bottle of lube for him. I quickly removed the lid and thoroughly coated him. I got a little lost in the moment as I began to smear the lube around his ass, but quickly remembered there were lots of as-yet unused toys waiting for us to try.

As he had with me, I found a smallish one and started with it. He was clearly ready for it. The anticipation had been building in him even longer than it had been building in me. He was clearly aroused by the penetration, but it didn't take long before he was ready for something more. Without taking my eyes off his nakedness, I groped around on the bed until I found the large penis-shaped vibe. I quickly coated it with more lube, half jacking it off in the process and finding myself aroused by its heaviness and size. Grabbing it by the base, I slid it in, imagining it was my own cock entering my friend. 

Duncan struggled a little with the larger size. His ass stretched, but he never asked me to stop or pushed back. Despite the fullness, he urgently wanted to be impaled on the large cock. He took it in as quickly as he was able, adjusting rapidly to it's impressive size.

My own cock was throbbing from the visual stimulation of him twisting in pleasure on the cock I was shoving deeper into him combined with the unusual sensation of my own ass being plugged.

Duncan was getting lost in the moment, pressing himself down hard on the simulated cock. I grabbed his real cock and began stroking at it. It was already hard, but my touch caused it to get even harder and swell even more. 

"Oh, God, Marty, fuck me!" I pushed and pulled and twisted the cock in his ass. His body thumped and gyrated, rising quickly to an erotic peak. His balls hitched and his cock froze for just a second before long, pearly jets of hot semen shot across his chest and torso. His ass flexed hard against the cock in his ass, trying simultaneously to expel it and hold it in. 

I grabbed my own cock while he was still riding the wave of his climax and began pounding it furiously. It didn't take much coaxing before the I felt the heat rising in me, rapidly pushing me over the brink. I was acutely aware of the object in my ass and the new sensations it caused as my cock finally sprayed its load across Duncan's splayed out body, our fluids mixing together in a semen cocktail. 

We laid back a moment to rest. The large cock in his ass finally slid out, leaving him feeling empty, but despite the strong contractions of my body, the one he had inserted in me remained stubbornly in place. As I laid back in post-orgasmic bliss, Duncan reached down between my legs and gently pulled it out. My ass welcomed the release but felt hollow with it gone.

We lay there for some time, our naked bodies pressed against each other, sharing our affection through our bare skin. We enjoyed the quiet interlude, the pause before the next storm. Though we had both come, neither of us were satisfied yet. Our bodies were coated with the evidence of our first round; sweat, lube and semen streaked everywhere. Our hands gently traced across each other, absentmindedly exploring the various peaks and valleys of our well-toned bodies.

Soon enough, the heat inside us began to rise again. We took a few moments to mop off the worst of the mess and ready ourselves for an even more intense experience. I thought I was ready to take us to the next level and was anxious to see how things would work out this time. 

I made sure I ended up between Duncan's legs again as we finished tidying up. I grabbed the backs of his knees and spread his legs wide, making sure to have a clear view of his ass. I found the anal beads we had looked at when he first started showing me what he had brought. I began inserting them in his ass which was still loose and slick. I pushed each one in as far as I could with a finger and then felt them sink deeper into his bowels. His cock responded as expected, rising quickly to it's full, magnificent length. 

I grabbed the base of Duncan's cock and pointed it straight up in the air. I couldn't contain my hunger or longing anymore. With no pause or preamble, I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock and pushed my mouth onto him as far as I could go. 

I tasted pre-cum for the first time. His was very mild, almost no flavor at all, but there was no mistaking the slippery fluid for anything else. I sucked hard at his tip, wanting to revel in it. Now that I was here with my friend's cock impaling my face, I wanted more of it. His skin had a mild sweaty flavor with a bit of musk coming from the light sweat that coated his body. I loved all of it. I wanted to drink him in, to suck out his essence. 

Duncan has a generous, gorgeous cock. It is impressive whether he is limp and fresh out of the shower or fully engorged during our erotic encounters. It is long, with a finely shaped, smallish tip which quickly expands into it's full glory and a powerful, thick base. He shaved his entire genital region. His skin was silky soft, but I could feel the power and passion just below the sensitive surface. 

There was no way for me to take his entire swollen rod into my mouth, but I was determined to get as much as I could. I pressed hard, feeling the tip force it's way down my throat. I closed my eyes, letting the feelings in my mouth guide me. For the moment, I was focused only on myself, not caring whether Duncan was watching me or how he was reacting. From the first time I had laid eyes on his gorgeous shaft, I had secretly hoped for this moment. I wasn't going to let anything distract me from sucking him as hard and as long as I could.

Duncan had gasped for breath when I first touched his cock head and gasped again when I took most of his throbbing cock into my mouth. I finally opened my eyes to take in the sight of him. I was further down on him than I had thought, only an inch or two to go. I determined to try. He was watching me, engrossed in the sight of his beautiful penis lovingly embraced by my lips.

I don't know how I did it on my first try, but somehow I managed to get his entire cock into my mouth for a moment. I paused when my nose pressed against his pubic skin. I inhaled the passionate scent of him. I reeled, nearly overcome by the power and control I had with his cock deep in my mouth, overwhelmed by our bonding and the intensely personal connection we were sharing.




Duncan's Gentle Touch Ch. 03



I couldn't stay there for long. I reluctantly pulled back, gasping for breath, but flicking at the tip of his cock with my tongue. 

"Jesus, Marty." He said when he caught his breath. "You sure you never..." He never finished the thought. I pressed his cock down my throat again. Duncan threw his head back and let the sensations wash over him. His hips began bucking as he started to fuck my face. I loved it.

I began pulling a little at the string for the beads, moving them down his anal canal. His cock twitched in my mouth. He began pumping with enthusiasm and I could tell he was beginning to lose control again. I slowed the movement of my tongue and mouth and calmed him just a little. 

Duncan maneuvered himself a bit so he was laying flat on his back across the middle of the bed. I positioned myself so I could still reach his cock while straddling his face. My own cock and balls hung heavily over his mouth, just out of reach. My sexuality was at a dull roar. My cock was ready to spring to life with the slightest provocation. Duncan reached up with his tongue and began flicking at the underside of my balls, tickling them and sending jolts of excitement through me. I lowered myself a bit. I wanted him to taste my cock, to feel my sex in his mouth. I watched his chin drop open wide to welcome me into his mouth. 

His tongue worked with firm pressure around my cock head and along the shaft. I could feel the blood flowing to my groin, my cock expanding into his throat. He sucked hungrily, lustily. I lowered myself a little more, pressing my balls onto his face. As my cock hardened more, I began moving my hips a little, thrusting in and out. He locked his lips and sucked harder. I responded by pushing further down his throat with each thrust, giving him as much of my swollen cock as he could handle. 

Duncan was fully engrossed in exploring the ridges of my shaft and while he kept himself entertained there, I eagerly wrapped my mouth around his cock and began duplicating what he was doing to me. We were two lovers locked together, our cocks and mouths joining our bodies together, forming a passionate union. Time stood still. The outside world was irrelevant. All that mattered was the heat of our bodies and the delicious cock sunk deep in my throat. 

I felt more erotically alive in that moment than ever before. I felt more connected to Duncan than I had ever felt connected to anyone before and the connection was more than physical. 

I reached down to his ass and found the end of the string for the anal beads and gave it a gentle tug. His cock jumped in my mouth. Duncan began working his fingers into my ass. I was still stretched and relaxed from the plug I had had in me earlier and I welcomed the additional stimulation.

His long, strong fingers penetrated deep into my ass, sliding easily into me. I tugged more at the beads, causing the first one to pop out. His entire body twitched a little. I kept his wonderful, full, hard cock locked in my lips, working the tip and shaft with my tongue. I pushed the first bead back in as far as I could. 

Our bodies were hot and sweaty now with the myriad of sensations coming from our mouths, asses and cocks, not to mention how good it felt just to be pressed against his solid muscular frame. 

My balls were pulling up into my body, getting ready to spew their load into his mouth, onto his face, wherever he would take it. I knew where I wanted his. I wanted to taste his orgasm, to feel it coat my mouth and throat, to have a small part of him in me. We were both nearing the brink again. I tried to hold mine as long as I could. As much as I wanted to come with Duncan, I didn't want the moment to end.

He broke first. His body began to tense. I knew he was close. I pulled again at the beads, and as the first powerful jets of his semen began spraying into my mouth, I pulled them out one at a time, synchronized with the contractions in his cock. His hot fluid filled my mouth. At this moment, I cannot describe how it tasted. I was so overcome, so beside myself in my own pre-orgasmic state that flavor had no meaning. I just knew that I wanted him. I sucked hungrily at his throbbing cock, feeling the spray hit the back of my throat, coat my tongue and cheeks. I swallowed as fast as I could, sucking more eagerly from him. 

My own orgasm boiled just below the surface, held there for a moment as I focused on extending Duncan's as long as possible. But it wouldn't stay there for long. My torso and legs began to lock up, signaling the inevitable. Duncan didn't hesitate at all. He took my cock as deep as he could. I felt the hot wetness from his mouth engulf the length of my shaft and I was over the edge.

I came. Hard. 

I nearly blacked out from the overwhelming wave of ecstasy that roared over me. My entire body was an erotic playground. Each part went into sensory overload and my mouth, which had been suckling Duncan's dying orgasm, came open with a deep moan that vibrated us both. Semen ran down my chin and dribbled across his tight balls. I was overcome with sheer passion. My cock shot it's load time and again in Duncan's mouth, on his face, down his throat. It seemed to last forever and yet was over all too soon.

As the last waves of my orgasm died down, I collapsed onto his body, my cock still raging hard in his mouth, but slowly relaxing. His own cock had also begun to relax. We both gasped for breath. As I recovered a bit of strength, I began licking up the drops of semen splattered around his cock and balls. It was gratuitous, but I didn't care. I wanted all of him. I was dimly aware of his tongue flicking around between my legs, but wasn't recovered enough yet to focus to know he was doing the same thing.

Eventually, I rolled off him and spun around so we were face to face. Both of us still had smears of semen on our lips, chins and cheeks. Without thinking about it, we began kissing and gently cleaning each other. When I think back now, it seems odd I could begin licking my own cum off Duncan's face and not even think about it. Even earlier that day, I would have not thought such a thing possible, yet we both did it as naturally as we drew our next breath.

After some amount of time, we both recovered enough to realize it was dark outside. We had been sucking and fucking for hours. We were both exhausted from the passion we had shared. 

"Are you spending the night?" It wasn't really a question.

"Yes." His answer wasn't just about spending the night.

We set all the toys aside and tossed the old blanket off the bed. We both climbed back into bed, spooned together and pulled up the covers. The warmth from his back radiated into my chest and groin. My cock twitched a little against his ass, but neither of us had energy and we quickly fell asleep.

...WE'RE NOT DONE YET...



Duncan's Gentle Touch Ch. 04



Final Chapter

This is the final chapter in my odyssey towards sexual bliss with my best friend, Duncan. I hope you enjoy it. Please take the time to post a comment or send me an email. Thanks for reading!

"What do you want?"

I didn't, couldn't, answer.

"What do you want?"

Duncan had my face in his hands, trying to pull my eyes up to look at him. We were standing in a small corridor at a club, the music thumping through the walls. Both of us were covered in a sheen of sweat. I couldn't speak. Not yet.

"Marty? Just say it."

"You, Duncan. I want you."

*****

Duncan had spent the night a week ago, our exploration with the toys had continued until we were exhausted and neither of us had any fluids left in our bodies. I had never had a more erotically satisfying or exhausting experience. 

Very early Monday morning, I took him to the airport. He was going to be on the road for work for two weeks. It was going to be excruciating not being able to see him. At the airport, we managed a very straight-acting handshake and hug with a quick pat on the back, but even then I was wanting more. 

On my drive to my office, I couldn't get him out of my mind. I arrived at my parking spot not remembering a single thing about the drive in. I had been on auto-pilot the whole way. He had gotten to me. His hard chest, trim waist, the way the skin of his lower back moved when he bent over. These thoughts consumed me. Over the course of the week, I was pulled from my day-dreaming more than once by a co-worker who had to repeat themselves three or four times. 

We talked almost every night on the phone. It was regular guy stuff, but there was a happy and undeniable tension underneath. 

On Thursday he called me on my way home from work. He was very excited.

"Marty, I'm coming home!" 

A thousand thoughts flooded my mind, all of them focused on exploring his luscious body.

"Oh, God, that's awesome! When?"

"We sign the contract in the morning. I'll be home by afternoon."

"I can get the day off. Do you need a ride?"

"No." In our rapid-fire conversation, this was a shot of cold water. In that nanosecond between him saying 'no' and explaining, my heart stopped. I had already envisioned my joy at seeing him again, anticipated another long weekend of fervid passion. In my naked enthusiasm, I took the 'no' to mean so much more than it did.

"I don't need a ride." He continued, not realized the shock he had caused. "The company is sending me a car. This is a big deal for us. I have to go into the office for a bit and talk to the executives, then I'm done for the weekend." He paused. "I want to spend it with you."

My heart, which a moment ago had been in my shoes, now soared. His two weeks away had turned into only a few days, and now we were going to spend another weekend together. 

We talked for a few moments more. He would come to my house Friday night, we would go out with some mutual friends, then the weekend would be ours to burn however we wanted.

I hurried home early from work on Friday to get ready for the evening. We were going to go dancing at some clubs and I wanted to look good. In the past, I had wanted to look good for the women we might meet. Now I wanted to look good for Duncan. 

An hour later I was shaved (everywhere) and dressed for a night out. I wore designer jeans that fit me just perfectly over a pair of thong underwear. I wore the thong for how it made me feel more than how it looked under the jeans. A simple button-up shirt hung open over a tight white t-shirt with mesh along the sides. It showed off my toned torso in a sensual way without being slutty. 

Duncan showed up a little early. He came in and closed the door right away. In a second, we were kissing each other with a desperate hunger. It was as if we had been separated for months. He looked awesome in a pair of light cotton pants that defined his sculpted ass so well, and was that a subtle yet oh-so-obvious bulge in front? No underwear lines for him, either. A light, airy black shirt hung open over a very snug black t-shirt that revealed his long hours of hard physical work. 

Our hands explored each other just a bit, the heat rising quickly when the doorbell rang again. I pulled back from him in surprise. 

"Wonder who that could be?" I said, half to myself.

"I ordered us a little surprise." He said. 

I opened the door and was indeed surprised to see a long limo parked along the street and the chauffer standing at my door. 

"What the heck is this?"

"The deal we signed this morning was a big one. My bonus was plenty big, too. Let's celebrate in style. We're going to pick up everyone else and then hit the town."

This night was just getting better and better. As we settled into the back seat of the limo, Duncan raised the privacy screen and moved over next to me. 

"I've been dreaming of your beautiful cock all week. I wanted to get that damn contract signed and back to you more than you can imagine." His hand found my inner thigh and began working it's way up as he spoke. As my cock began to harden, it gently pulled the strap of the thong along my ass, causing my cock to stir even more. 

I leaned in and kissed him again, but reluctantly pulled away after just a few moments. 

"Duncan...fuck, you turn me on so much!" I paused for breath. "We have to slow down a little or I'm going to cum in my pants before the night even starts."

He laughed. "You're right, Marty. You're right! We have all weekend together. No need to start off full force."

He moved away just a tiny bit, but kept his hand on my thigh. We rode in happy silence to meet our friends.

*****

The next few hours were everything I could have hoped for. Our friends were light-hearted and having a great time. Duncan and I spent time together, but also danced with plenty of pretty girls. I enjoyed dancing and flirting with them. We would dance close together, our bodies finding a rhythm, generating heat. But even though I found them sexy and passionate, my mind always went back to Duncan and his perfect body, his perfect face. For more hours than I could count, I tried to fake it with these beautiful young women. But they were nothing more than a distraction.

Finally, there was a break in the music. The very perky blonde I had been dancing with went bouncing away with her friends. I saw Duncan just finishing off a dance with one of the girls in our party. I grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him away. I couldn't wait any longer. 

We moved away from the main floor, winding our way through corridors and past smaller sections of the club until we found ourselves mostly secluded in a narrow service corridor.

I pushed Duncan up against the wall and kissed him with a fervor beyond anything I had ever felt before. He responded passionately. He thrust me against the opposite wall, his tongue and mine dueling. Our bodies were still covered in the sheen of sweat we had built up while dancing. My hands moved down to his ass, feeling his raw power through the light cotton. We kissed for an eternity until finally Duncan pulled back. He held my face in his hands. I was emotionally and passionately confused. Was I prepared to embrace a sexual life with another man? I had to confess it to make it happen, but I couldn't. I couldn't look him in the eyes. If I did, I would melt completely.

"What do you want?"

I didn't, couldn't answer.

"What do you want?"

Duncan had my face in his hands, trying to pull my eyes up to look at him. I couldn't speak. Not yet. The music thumped through the walls, echoing the thumping of my heart.

"Marty? Just say it."

"You, Duncan. I want you."

"I want you, too."

The kiss that followed was less violent, but no less passionate. We had finally given voice to our commitment and desire for each other.

We left the club, breezing past our friends with a quick 'not feeling well' comment. Duncan gave them a $50 for a cab, then we were out the door to the waiting limo before anyone could say anything.

"Drive for a while." Duncan instructed the driver. The screen went up and we were alone.

There was a certain added eroticism in being able to look out the windows and see other cars and people on the street and to still be private. 

Our pants were off in a second. My thong was damp from sweat and precum. It clung to my body. Duncan was wearing a pair of black transparent bikini underwear that were so fine they looked like almost nothing at all. His splendid cock was straining at the fabric. 

"Do something for me," he asked.

"Anything." 

"I want to stand in the sunroof and ride down the street with my cock in your mouth." 

I laughed long and loud. "What a terrifically nasty thing to do."

He opened the roof. I pulled his gauzy underwear down and began stroking his freshly shaved cock. He stood with his legs spread wide for balance and to give me some room to maneuver. 

The lights of the city rolled by and I sucked Duncan's cock. We were exposed and yet hidden at the same time. The night wind rolled through the compartment. We felt so free at that moment, like nothing else in the world mattered. I sucked him for a while, savoring the taste of him, running my tongue along his hard, smooth shaft and over his heavy, swollen balls, then stood up next to him in the open air, our cocks touching just below the roof, with only the thin fabric of my thong in the way. 

"My turn." I smiled wickedly at him.

"Of course." 

He dropped down and slowly released my cock from the thong, a finger sliding down my ass, pulling it out from between my cheeks. As my cock sprang free, Duncan wrapped it in his lips. The sweet hotness of his breath against the cool night air was exhilarating. We rode along for a bit, my arms raised in celebration as just below the roofline, my cock was sliding in and out of Duncan's hungry mouth. 

Finally, I came back down into the car and closed the roof. Duncan had already removed his shirt and was beautiful in his nudity. My shirt quickly joined the pile in the corner. I'd like to say we moved with the careful deliberation that had defined us up to this point, but we didn't. We were both consumed and had one goal in mind. 

I moved up to one of the long side benches, laying on my back. Duncan was on top of me in a second, his hands cruising the lines of my body. His tongue began lapping at my nipples, my abs, moving down to my cock. He sucked it briefly, but wanted to go lower. I rolled my hips forward and spread my legs, revealing the tight hole of my ass to him. 

As soon as the tip of his tongue touched my ass, I was electrified. My cock was fully erect. I knew we couldn't rush it, but God, I wanted him in me. I NEEDED him in me. All of him. I knew I could take it. There would be no pain, no hurt, only the pure bliss of our bodies finally connected. 

His tongue explored my ass, penetrating it a little, spreading saliva around. A finger slipped in, but it wasn't enough. I needed more.

After what seemed like an eternity, he kneeled between my legs. He began rubbing his cock around my ass, spreading his precum everywhere. I spread my legs as wide as they could go. I wanted to feel his cock stretching my ass. 

Finally, he paused. Just for a second. The tip of his smooth, hard cock poised at the entrance to my body. Our eyes met. No words were spoken, but we both knew it. We both wanted and needed what was about to happen. 

He entered me. All the way. 

His long, graceful cock slid to the hilt. There was no pain. The feeling was as much emotional as physical. This was the moment we had been building to so slowly over all these weeks. This precious moment when our bodies were joined in as intimate a way as they ever could be. I loved the feeling of his cock head sliding in and out of my ass, stretching me, filling me. The heat of it was incredible. I could almost feel his pulse when he slowed down. 

I watched his abs flex and relax with each thrust. I loved the way his face took on an expression of relaxed yet determined pleasure. His cock fit perfectly in my ass and my ass welcomed the penetration. 

We fucked for an eternal second. It was too short a time and yet the perfect amount of time, too. Duncan's thrusts intensified. He pushed deeper and deeper until finally his body locked. His cock swelled and then burst. I could feel the hot wetness of his semen coating my insides, soaking me with passion.

He stayed in me, moving slowly with the rhythm of the road. His cock slowly retreated and then finally slipped out. Though it had cried out for attention the whole time, I had deliberately left my cock alone. I wasn't going to only be the bottom. I wanted to feel Duncan's tight ass wrapped around my cock. 

"That was awesome," I said after Duncan had taken a moment to catch his breath. "But we're not done yet. Kneel on the floor."

Duncan smiled at me and complied. I don't think he had the energy at that moment to argue. 

I watched him raise his ass in the air. It always caught my breath watching his body move. There was a subtle sensuality to everything he did. I couldn't believe my great fortune that this man was my best friend, my lover and my future. His well-rounded tan ass was in the air, glistening in the dim light from the streetlamps that passed by. 

I moved in between his legs, smelling his scent, his semen, the power of his masculinity. My tongue found it's own way, moving without direction, seeking out the next part of flesh to be tickled and licked. My eyes were closed. I focused on the feel of him under my lips, the smell of him in my nose. I explored his ass with my mouth, something I would never have dreamed of a few months ago. But now it seemed the most passionate and natural thing to do. 

His ass was open and relaxed, ready for my touch. I sucked on my finger and slid it into his ass, a prelude to what came next. He moaned. 

"Do it, Marty. I want you now."

I pulled my finger out and ran my hand between his legs to his dangling balls and cock, giving his recovering manhood a couple of quick strokes, then coating my own cock with his semen. 

My cock was as hard as it had ever been. It was almost painful. I moved it to the opening of his ass, resting the tip just so. I loved the feeling of anticipation, the power of withholding from both of us, if just for a moment, the sensations we both were so desperate for. 

I entered him slowly, in one motion. He moaned again and pressed his ass against me. The sight of my cock disappearing into his beautiful ass was almost too much. I almost came on my first thrust. 

I stopped for a moment to give our bodies time to adapt to these new feelings. I could feel my cock quivering against the tight heat of his ass. The moment passed and we began to fuck again. 

I cannot begin to describe it. I felt everything. I felt my shaved balls as they pressed against his smooth skin. I felt the heat in the cheeks of his ass against my hips as I thrust into him. I felt the tight skin of his waist under my hands and I pulled him onto my cock. 

I felt so sexually alive and so connected and yet so passionately dirty, too. But dirty in a good way. Dirty when you know you are letting your passions and emotions drive you and you don't give a shit. Dirty when you're naked and your cock is in control and you want to revel in your most basic sexuality. I didn't care in that moment if the world saw what we were doing. I was liberated and free and fucking my best friend in his luscious ass. I loved it.

I was almost surprised when I finally came. I had been riding this emotional high, watching my body piston against Duncan's that I hadn't felt it until it was upon me. My body seized and with one final thrust, I shoved my cock as deep into him as I could. My orgasm overcame me and my cock erupted time and again. Every drop of cum was shooting out of me with amazing force. I came for what seemed an eternity, and then all at once, my energy left me. 

I slumped against Duncan and we slowly caught our breath for the second time that night. As my cock slowly relaxed, I pulled it gently out of him and fell back onto one of the side seats. The cool leather felt good against my sweaty skin. 

Duncan turned over onto his back and just lay on the floor. 

We rode in silence for a few minutes, smiling tiredly at each other. 

"Home?" I asked.

"Home."