0 comments/ 21636 views/ 6 favorites Strange Emails By: mikeman341 (This is the first of a series about a single guy who gets laid pretty often but likes the Bud Side, too. A close associate at works sends an email that stimulates conversation, and a whole lot more. As with all my stories, there is no basis in reality and the characters reflect no one I know now nor have ever known...these are merely the expression of a wild imagination. Copyright is reserved. Hope you enjoy it!) "I got the strangest email this morning," Sam chuckled, shaking his head. We were enjoying the last warm days of late summer, sitting outside the company lunch room at one of six picnic tables. We always took a late lunch and had the area almost all to ourselves. It was a bright sunny day but without out the oppressive humidity the Northeast is sometimes noted for. "Not sure if I even want to tell you what it was about." "Yeah, my inbox gets loaded with all sorts of crap. I thought the server filters were supposed to stop that stuff before it even got in the system," I replied. "Maybe you should ask the IT department about it. Was it spam?" "Well, I doubt the server would catch it, seeing as how it was generated within the company here. And no, I don't think it was spam," Sam said. "It was written directly to me and not part of some spam mailing. You can always tell those. No, this was very different...and very personal." He chuckled and shook his head again. Sam was a good guy, married but no kids yet. He and his wife were both working to pay off college loans and then save for a down payment for another house. He is one of those guys that is a good confidant, keeps his mouth shut, works hard, and leaves the job at work. He also regularly works out at the company gym, hunts some and even plays golf. Both in our early thirties, we'd hit it off right from the very beginning when he first was hired. I'd been with this company for three years when Sam came on board and we were assigned to work on several projects together early on. Working side by side someone can either make or break any potential friendship. His easy going manner tempered the overall stressful nature of the job and I gravitated toward him over the course of time. He has a dry sense of humor and a quick wit. You did not have to try hard to like the guy. My eyes darted around even though there was no one close enough to hear. "I got a strange one myself. I didn't know what to make of it, seeing how I never got one like it in all my email life. It was kind of funny on the one hand because of what it contained but then it made me stop and think. I wondered who would write something like that to me," I said. "Come on, Pete. You tell me what was in your email and I'll tell you what was in mine," Sam said, looking right at me with all kinds of curiosity leaking out his eyes. I shrugged. "It was pretty personal in a sense and at first I couldn't tell for sure if a guy wrote it or a woman," I said. "The email went something like this: You and I work together. I can't tell you who I am because I do not want to spoil an otherwise good atmosphere here at work. There's just something about you that turns me on and I really want to have s*x with you. If you are interested, just reply to this email. Don't bother trying to trace the source of this email backward. You won't be able to do it. That's all mine said. What about yours?" I asked. Sam leaned toward me and spoke quietly. "That's about what mine said, too, except the fact that I'm married was mentioned. It went something like this: You and I work together. I know you are married and you seem happy and believe me, I don't want to ever come between you and your wife. You are a pretty plain person but you seem to have a good heart. There's something about you that turns me on a lot. I'd really like to get it on with you sometime soon. If you are interested, just reply to this email. Don't bother trying to track this email back through the system. You won't be able to do it. That's it. I also could not tell if a man or woman wrote it but I am leaning toward the source being a guy. You?" I nodded, "Yeah, same here. I figured if it was a woman, she'd just come on to me, unless it's someone higher up the food chain. So that's a possibility. But I just had the sense that it was a man. It's somewhat direct, despite the attempt at anonymity. Probably some guy wants to get his rocks off but doesn't want to show his hand at work and get outed. I'm kind of put off a little in some ways but it's got me wondering who would send something like that in the company email. Any ideas on this, Sam?" "That's about what I came up with," Sam said. "On one hand, it's intriguing to think that someone has noticed me. It's also stimulating to think that someone other than my wife wants my body. If it's a woman, there's almost always some emotional connection that they want. I'm already connected that way and really, who needs the extra diversion? On the other hand, if it's a guy, I wonder exactly what he'd want from me. Does he want to blow me? Does he want me to pork him? I mean, what?" "Well..." I said, not sure how much to share, "I'll confess to you, I've had quite a number of blow jobs in my life. Some were real good, others were real amateurs. But the best one I ever had came from a guy in college." Sam looked at me, eyes probing to see if I was just bull shitting him. I stared back, eyes direct and unwavering. Sam blinked first, looked away briefly, then took a sip of soda and turned back to me. "Since you opened the door, I'll also confess I had several of them in college," Sam said. He seemed to get more animated as he spoke further, "The best blow jobs I ever had came from this one guy. Let me explain a little. In the frat house, we would do all sorts of things. You know how that is, guys walking around naked half the time. There was a guy on the regatta team, he always had chicks hanging on his arm, he got laid regular just like the rest of us. He was usually kind of quiet, studied hard most of the time, kept in shape, kept to himself most of the time. It was the same way for me, chicks always somewhere near at hand, gym time, golf team, yada, yada. We had pretty similar schedules for three semesters running and we'd often end up in the showers at the same time. At first, we were both demure, you know, not necessarily shy but not overly chatty either." "Well, this is news," I said. "All of a sudden, anonymous emails open the door to a conversation I never thought I'd want to have. Go on, then, what about the showers?" Secretly, I was excited and interested. "Well, you're not slowing me down are you? There's a lot more interest than I would have thought...hmmm" Sam said, then kept right on going, "Anyway, one morning, we were showering, you know, just guys in the shower doing our own thing. I got done, turned the water off and it seemed to me that this other dude was timing things so we would be done together. I began to towel off and he came over and we made small talk. Then Eric, that's the guy's name, he reaches over and squeezes my upper arm and says to me, 'Hey, can I talk to you about something? It's kind of private. Could we go talk in my room...that is, if you have a couple of minutes.' I wondered what was up but I thought maybe he just needed a different perspective about something, a different angle maybe. And that is part of having a frat brother anyhow. So I agreed." "Well, okay Sam, I took the bait by asking you to continue," I said. I looked him right in the eye and said, "Now it seems like you are setting the hook. Go on, then, finish your story." "On one condition, though. You tell me your story when I'm done. Agreed?" Sam asked. I nodded. We had to get back to work fairly soon. I wondered where this would all lead. "So we grab out stuff, wind towels around our waists and go back to his room. He motioned me inside first, then followed me in and locked the door behind him. 'Hey, what's up, man? Why the locked door?' I asked. 'Well, like I said, this is real private and it's about to get real personal. I don't really know how else to go about this so here goes. When I was in high school, I had a buddy who would give me blow jobs the next morning after I had fucked my girlfriend. We'd have a prearranged meeting place. If I was there, that meant I'd gotten laid the night before and he'd get in my car and just get down and do me. He really liked giving head plus he really got turned on by the smell of pussy all over my cock. Well, anyway, I enjoyed it so much that after a while, he asked me to return the favor. So I did. I haven't really thought about it for a while but now that I am getting pussy all the time, I'm getting kind of bored to some degree and want something different every so often. I got to looking around at the other frat brothers but most of them are whores and I would really rather not catch anything. Then I noticed that you and I seem to have similar schedules most of the time. I've been watching you fairly close. You seem like a decent guy and it looks like you're getting laid pretty often but with the same girl. Anyway, I was wondering, I mean...man, this is harder than I thought it would be....'" "Well???? Don't leave me hanging, Sam" I said. "So what happened?" Sam kept the story going. "The poor guy was hemming and hawing so I said, 'So you thought that you would approach me and offer to blow me after I had fucked my girlfriend, hoping that I'd be so thrilled that after a while I'd offer to blow you back? Is that where this is going?' Eric smiled at me and said, 'Well, yea, sort of...yeah, that's basically what I had in mind.' Pete, it was the coolest thing. I mean, here is this guy, a stud really when you think of it. And he's offering to suck my pussy soaked Johnson. I made the guy squirm a little bit though. I put up several objections which, apparently, he was prepared for because he had an answer for them right away. Finally I said to him, 'Well, Eric, I got fucked a whole two days ago so I'm not sure if there's any pussy nectar left anywhere. But there's one way for you to find out for sure.' So I released my towel from my waist and beckoned Eric over to see if he could find any pussy aftertaste anywhere." Just that quick, Sam looked at his watch. "Uh oh, we are past due on lunch break. We'll have to pick this up later. Come on, Pete, we've got work to do." "Sam, what the fuck, man? Why are you all of a sudden such a prick? Since when do you care about how long a lunch break you take? Come on, yourself, dude. Finish the story," I pleaded. "It'll take too long to finish, honest," Sam replied. "On the long lunch thing, I got called on the carpet the other day and was told to shape up. We'll finish it later. I've got time to kill. My wife is gone on a business trip of her own, left this morning and gone till Thursday. We can finish the story over a couple of brews after work, if you're not already booked." "It's Monday, man. Nothing happens on Monday nights. We'll grab a pizza and watch football at my place where you can finish your story. I've got some beer in the fridge already. You prick. You planned this all, I bet," I said. "Be careful of baseless accusations, Pete. You're my friend, don't forget, and friends can be pricks to one another every so often. Hey, what do we do about the emails?" he asked. "I'm going to answer mine as neutrally as possible and see what happens. I'd like to know what the real story is," I responded. "That's what I'll do too, then. In the meantime, back to work," Sam sighed. Once back at my desk, I feigned serious work while I waited for the rest of the afternoon to pass. I'd had some experience with guys before so it was not a big deal for me, really. I had enough women to date when I wanted get my dick wet. None were serious for me because it was all too much attachment. I was not ready or willing to settle down yet. Most of the girls were either idiots or clueless in the sack, no matter how patient I was with them. I had yet to find the right combination of intellectual stimulation and sexual adventure in one woman. I was in no hurry. Besides, I also liked hanging with the buds, especially the two or three regular guys that shared my intense, if only occasional, sexual interest in each other. I actually liked these guys and we were good friends first. Drunken bodies and wanton passions broke down the natural barriers between us on one particularly eventful night and frankly, we just enjoyed the man to man stuff from time to time. I did not even need another bud, for that matter. But I surely did like Sam as a friend, so I was a little bit curious to see what might come of our conversation and brews tonight. I was still quite intrigued about that email so when I got a break in my work tasks, I responded. It went like this: I don't know who you are and I don't know if I'm interested or not. This could be a big scam to get me busted from my job somehow. Prove yourself, that you are genuine and real. I hit the 'send' button and it disappeared from my screen and my mind for a while. I check my email frequently as I get lots of mail that needs a quick turn around time and ten minutes later I found this response: I will show myself to you within the next twenty four hours. 'Well, this should be interesting,' I thought to myself. The afternoon passed somewhat slowly. I have usually hated Mondays anyway so I half expect a lousy day as it is. After a while, it was finally quitting time. I met up with Sam and we headed out to the parking lot together, chatting about absolutely nothing. When we got to my car, he suggested we get the pizza and take it back to my place and get started. He lived way across town and didn't really feeling like driving all the way home, then back again. He had a change of clothes for the gym and said he was willing to chill out in that. So we stopped at Pizza Palace and picked up a King's Ransom Pizza, EBA. We picked up some more beer and headed back to my place. I have a real nice condo bought with some trust fund money, which also provides a monthly stipend. I usually live off the trust fund and invest my own income in the stock market (I found that I am a whole lot more careful when I invest what I have worked for.). I have achieved a certain amount of competency in the market and have built up my own sizeable portfolio. Over the last four years running, I have tripled my invested income and am very close to being independently wealthy. I keep working my regular job for the health insurance and to continue building my fortune and to keep myself focused. I have all the latest gadgets at home, including an expensive sound system, a large plasma HDTV, TIVO, etc. It has two bedrooms, two full baths (actually, a master bedroom and bath, which has a two person shower and has provided the setting for some interesting sexual play), full chef's kitchen, etc. It's a great place to come home to, and a great place to entertain. Sam had been here before but only long enough to pick me up or drop me off on our way to do other things. Sam and I exchanged the store beer for some cold ones and settled in at the table to eat the pizza. "Okay Sam, let's hear the rest of the story. We left off with you undoing your towel, if memory serves me correctly," I said. Taking a bite of pizza, Sam said, "I'll finish that after we eat and settle in to watch football. I have my reasons and I won't cheat you, I promise. But what about the email? Did you respond?" I took a slug of beer to wash down a bite of pizza, then nodded and said, "Yeah, as neutral as possible. No commitment on my end at all, just asked for some proof of genuine interest. About fifteen minutes later I got an answer that said I would find out for sure within twenty four hours. It'll be interesting to see how that all comes to the surface. Anyway, what about you? Did you respond?" Sam shook his head, "Nah, I got too busy and then it slipped my mind. Not too worried about it one way or the other. Changing the subject, you have a nice place here, Pete. You going to give me the grand tour when we're done with the pizza?" I nodded. "Sure," I said, "but it's not that big and it won't take long. I will admit that I am proud of my crib, though. It's got everything a guy in my position would want. If and when I ever get married, I'll either have to remodel some or just sell it and start from scratch. But I am in no hurry anyway. I can't seem to find the right combination of intellect and adventure together in one woman." "Well, I surely love my wife. She is smart, and independent to some degree. She's pretty fulfilling on the physical end, too. I'm sure the right one will come along for you, Pete. Just be patient," Sam said. We continued making small talk and had some more pizza. I am good for a couple of slices before I get full. Sam had three and called it quits. We put the leftovers in the fridge and grabbed another beer each. "Come on, Sam, I'll show you around now," I said. "Then we'll settle in the den. You can finish your story and we'll watch some football. Way?" "Way, Pete," Sam said, "Hey, as long as we are heading to the private chambers, do you mind if I change into something 'not work'?" "Not at all, man. In fact, I'll change, too. This way," I said and headed for the stairs. The first doors at the head of the stairs were the guest room and the full bath. I have a cleaning lady come in once a week to keep things clean and tidy so everything was looking good. We went past hall closets to the master bedroom, which dominated the rest of the upstairs layout. "Nice king bed, Pete. Gets a lot of use, it looks like!" Sam joked and offered his hand for a fist bump. I barely took the time to throw the covers back over the bed that morning. It was a bit messy. I'm glad that at least I had disposed of some used rubbers. "Besides sleeping, you mean?" I laughed, putting knuckles to knuckles. "Yeah, a fair amount. I gave it a good work out Saturday night and a good part of the day Sunday. This particular chick I had over fucks like a bunny. Plus she gets wet quick and stays wet for a long while. I put her through her paces, for sure. For flat out fucking, it was good. I generally don't get close enough to women emotionally to make it very fulfilling on the other side of things but that will come someday. You said so yourself. Anyhow, for pure physical release, it was good." "Things will work out for you, Pete. I'm sure of it. You're a stud. You'll find the right woman," Sam said, suddenly earnest, and looking me directly in the eye. I held his gaze but found my heart pounding as his eyes bore into me. I suddenly felt naked and exposed before him and I could not tell why. "Bathroom's over here," I said, breaking eye contact and moving across the room. Sam fell in step directly behind me, and close. Why was my heart pounding? Something about the way Sam had looked at me caused some locked doors to come unhinged inside of me. I had to concentrate to control my breathing and to not let my sudden nervousness show. I stepped across the marble threshold and stopped in front of the mirror. Sam followed and stood close to me, well inside my private zone, coming to a stop less than an inch from me. I stood facing the mirror, with Sam perpendicular to me. When Sam turned toward the mirror, our eyes met and we held each other's gaze once again. I simply could not break Sam's lock on my eyes. It felt like he had wedged his foot in my door somehow but the intrusion was non-threatening, even welcome, and I began to feel naked once again but with no shame. I had been here before with some other buds whose close friendship I greatly enjoyed. I began to think that my inner circle of buds might grow by one. My face felt hot and it was then that I noticed a pink tint growing not only in my own reflection in the mirror but in Sam's also. Strange Emails Ch. 02 (This story is a continuation of Strange Emails and Sam is about to finish the story concerning his college bud Eric. As always, this story is a figment of my imagination/desire. I'd long for bj bud like the guys in my story. These characters are fictional and have no basis in fact or in my life or the life of anyone I know.I hope you enjoy it and please leave helpful feedback.) After a couple of minutes, Sam rolled over and pulled a pillow under his head. "Now, you ready for the rest of my story? You want the long version or the condensed one?" he asked. "I'll take the condensed version. I guess I'd like to write some more of our own story, if you are up to it," I replied. "You bet I am," Sam said eagerly. "Okay, here's the short version. Eric came over to me and found the pussy juice he was hoping to find. He got down on his knees right there and gave me the best head I'd ever had, up to that point. It wasn't just him going up and down on my dick, that's something even an amateur could do. No way! He gave me head like he really enjoyed it...let me rephrase that: he seemed to absolutely love my cock, my nuts, my bush, my foreskin, everything. He moaned like he was the one that was going to cum. Of course, that turned me on big time. Hell, man, you know it's like to have somebody really want your cock, it's a huge turn on." I reached over and pinched his nipple kind of hard and said, "Like a few minutes ago, you mean? Your moaning turned me on all right." Sam reached over to me and yanked the hair on my leg, causing me to yip out loud. He said, "Actually, I was thinking of how bad you wanted my cock, Eric boy. Anyway, the rest of the story goes like this: he blew me right fine that morning, sucked all my cum down his throat, then stood up and pounded his meat for a couple of minutes until he shot all over my stomach and dick and everything. Then without skipping a beat, he went right down and licked everything off. That was cool, I don't mind telling you. By this time we had classes to get to, so he just thanked me real quick and I headed back to my room." "Any brothers see you leaving his room?" I asked. "In fact, one did. It was funny. He saw me coming out of Eric's room with the towel around my waist, could see my hair almost dry by then, quickly put two and two together, just kind of chuckled and shook his head and kept right on going. It didn't really seem to bother him. After all, frat houses are meant for sex and there is not too much shame among guys anymore, probably not like it used to be," he said. "Okay, so what happened from there? I'm guessing there's more to the story," I said. Sam nodded and said, "Sure is. Couple days later, we're in the shower and Eric gives me the look. He's hanging on his pecker and looks right at me and licks his lips. I grin and nod and next thing I know, he's following me to my room. We go in and I lock the door and he says to me, 'You ever taste your own cum?' I said, 'Sure, once, a long time ago when I was a puberty boy. Gotta try everything then, right?' 'I 'spose,' he says. 'How about if you shoot on me and then lick it off? You be willing to try that? It would turn me on a whole lot,' he says. "Is this where you become a real live homo?" I ask. "Actually no," Sam said and laughed. "I told Eric, 'Look, I'm just getting used to this. You do me again today, you can cum on me again if you want and lick it off like before. Then one more blow job from you, and I'll see about licking my cum off you after that. That's my offer.' Eric kind of thinks about it for a few seconds, shrugs and says, 'Okay, I can live with that. Besides, I can tell by the way you look at me. You may not have sucked dick before but you want it. Me doing you is just priming the pump is all. Okay, just so we're on the same page, I blow you twice, cum on you in between and lick it off, then you'll cum on me and lick your cum off, is that right?' So I nod and say, 'That's the deal.' I get comfortable on my bed and he sucks me just fine. I get ready for him to jack off, but he just jumps off the bed, says 'Thanks for the load,' and he's gone." "So he's playing you some, huh?" I chuckled. Sam laughed, "Yeah, the fucker! He knew what he was doing for sure. Next day, same thing in the shower, back to his room this time. He pushes me into a chair, starts pumping his rod right in front of my face. Did I mention he was circumcised, about 9 inches and straight as an arrow? Anyway, he's pumping his rod. I am getting mesmerized by the show, I'm hard and oozing. Eric pulls me to my feet, squeezes my dick and smears my junk all over his cock. My first time ever having cock to cock contact, it electrified me. He uses my stuff to lube his joint, pushes me back in the chair, leans forward and slaps me on the face with his hard dick. He just kind of bounces the head of his cock across from one side of my face to the other. I get a whiff of his bush and he's slapping my own stuff onto my face. By now his stuff is oozing out and he strokes himself some more and now he's putting his stuff on my face." "Okay, you got me going again, Sam, I'm hard over here...we'll have business to do shortly. What's next?" I ask. "He's reading me like a large print book is what! 'Change of plans,' he says. 'You're ready right now.' He pulls my head forward and smears his cock all over my face. In a split second, I am chasing his cock with my mouth. I want it, he knows it, and he plays me all the way. 'Lick my nuts, bud,' he says and pulls my face right into his crotch. 'One at a time. That's right, cock bud. You sure you never did this before? You sure seem like you want cock bad. Easy now, get both balls in your mouth, easy now, easy on the jewels, bud. That's it.'" I'm lying there on the bed with my cock flaring to beat the band. I start stroking it slowly, spit into my hand for some lube and tell Sam, "Keep going man, it's a great story." "So there I am, with a mouthful of nuts and about choking cuz they're dry and much bigger in my mouth than they seemed just hanging there. 'Lick 'em, lube 'em up,' Eric says. This apparently is where I become a real live homo because all of a sudden, I can't get enough of Eric. I suck his nuts and lick them and get them nice and lubed in my mouth. I suck right up to his root and I can feel his hardness on my lips. All of a sudden, his balls are not enough for me. He's reading me right to the core because he says, 'You're ready for the tube, aren't you buddy?' He pushes my head back away from his crotch and his nuts plop out of my mouth and he starts feeding me his cock. He's holding my head and pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. 'Yeah, that's it Sam, you're good and you never even knew it till I showed up. You're glad you met me, I'll bet,' he says. I try to tell him how full of himself he is, except that I am the one full of himself, as it were. 'We're gonna do a double here, Sam. Here comes number one.' He pulls me to my feet and pumps his jizz all over me. He's getting it on my chest, on my gut, all over my bush and cock, on my leg. He finally stops shooting but he keeps pumping and he stays rock hard." I'm stroking nice and steady. Sam reaches down and starts stroking his meat too. We're laying side by side, pillows stuffed under our heads, stroking our cocks in a similar rhythm and I'm thinking to myself, 'This is the most fun stroking I've had in a long, long time.' "So Eric proceeds to lick me clean from top to bottom, never skipping a beat with his own meat. He saves my bush and cock for last and goes to town on my cock. Well, I'm so fucking horned that it doesn't take long and I tell him, 'Fuck man, here it comes, man, here it comes, oh shit....' So Eric keeps sucking and as soon as I start blowing my load he backs off and strokes me while I cum all over him, on his face, his chest, his bush, and cock and balls, everywhere! He squeezes my cock so hard it hurts but he keeps pumping and keeps me just as hard as I was before I came. I'm panting like crazy and moaning and he says, 'Clean up duty, Sam...clean me up now, clean me up.' We pick up our stroking. Sam rolls my way and spreads his stuff all over my cock and hand and kisses me hard, no tongue. Man, I'm hot on this...a great way to spend the evening, to be sure. "So I start licking my own jizz off Eric. It was so fucking erotic, licking my jizz off this hard body dude...WOW! Man, it was great. I can hardly control myself as I stroke myself while I am licking him all over. I lick his bush clean and get 2 or 3 pubes in my mouth and for once, I just don't even care. I keep right on going and start sucking Eric's dick. He wipes his sticky hands on my head when he reaches behind me and pulls me onto his cock. I'm stroking to beat the band and Eric starts raping my mouth, no kidding. He's piston fucking my face. 'Curl your lips around your teeth, asshole. What are you trying to do, draw blood?' he says to me. So I curl my lips and spread spit all over his cock and he keeps pumping hard. 'That's better Sam, much better. Oh yeah, fucker, here it comes, fuck boy, drink it all in, take it now, suck boy, take it!' and he forces my mouth all the way down his cock. I start gagging and that seems to spur him on because he just kept fucking my face without mercy, no matter how much I gag." We're both stroking hard and fast now. I feel a thunderous explosion coming. I roll over and straddle Sam while I am stroking. "Keep going man, I'm gonna cum soon. Keep talking," I beg. "So Eric pulls off just when I'm about to puke. He shoots one or two more blasts into my mouth, pulls me to my feet, kisses me hard and sucks some of his cum out, then drops to his knees and says, 'Come on Sam, show me what kind of fucker you are. See if you can fuck my face as hard as I fucked yours.' So I grab him by the hair and pull him hard onto my cock and I hold him by the hair while I start fucking his face like I never fucked anything before. I am piston fucking Eric for all I'm worth and all he can do is moan. I pull him all the way down my cock and tell him, 'If you puke on me, you're licking me clean, fuck face.' He started laughing or something because next thing I know, I feel him trying to swallow my dick. I can feel all this muscle action all over my cock head and halfway down my shaft. I couldn't pull out of him if I wanted to. Then all of a sudden, everything starts blasting. I am literally convulsing and fucking his face and Eric's doing all he can to swallow every inch of me." I am looking Sam full in the face and he's staring right back at me, both of us stroking fast and furious. I feel flush as he says, "Give me some room, Pete. Let me get up on my knees and we'll cum all over each other. Don't cum yet, man. I want to cum with you." I hike my leg back and to the side and help him to his knees with my free left hand. We both keep stroking hard and fast. "Oh, fuck man, I'm gonna cum, Sam. Oh, man, it's coming," I holler. "Me, too, Pete, me too, oh fuck, man...look at me Pete, look at me," Sam gasps. I look in his eyes as I start cumming all over him. He pumps hard once, twice and bam! He starts shooting his load all over me. We kept our eyes locked on each other as we kept pumping and shooting all over the place, the hard early shots make it across and the later ones end up all over our hands. Sam reached over and pulled me up tight to him. We kissed hard and fell sideways on the bed. He rolled over on top of me and we kept kissing and sliming our bodies together, mixing our cum into one very sticky glue, grinding and moving together and mashing our softening dicks against each other. Finally, Sam broke the kiss and plopped down on his back next to me. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and pounding hearts, Sam broke the silence. "Holy fuck, Pete. You are some kind of hot fucking man," Sam said. "No shit, man, that was fucking intense. Great story, Sam," I said. I rolled toward him and waited until he looked over at me. "This is the hottest sex I've had in some time. I'm really glad to get to know you like this. That was just fucking great, man, just fucking great." I leaned in and kissed him hard one more time, then fell onto my back. My mind was spinning from the absolute abandonment and release. I was settling back into the contented quietness of a spent body when the phone rang. TO BE CONTINUED Strange Emails Ch. 03 (This is the continuing story of work buddies who have become more than casual acquaintances. After some mutual blow jobs and an intense jack off session, Pete and Same are joined by Sam's long time buds Matt and Kevin. Suddenly a twosome becomes a foursome and a great time was had by all. Hope you enjoy. As with all my writings, these characters and situations are a figment of my imagination and, sadly, have no basis in the reality of my everyday life. I sure do enjoy writing the stories, though.) I contemplated who might be calling as I reached for the phone. "Your dime," I said. "Hey Pete, this is Kevin, what's up?" the voice on the line said. "Hey, Kevin, actually, right now, not too much is up," I said as slapped Sam with my free hand and winked, "what's up with you?" "Well, I'm at Matt's house and we were wondering if you'd be up for some hoops and horn. We'd meet you at that park a couple blocks from your place, play some hoops and slink back to your place for some fun." "Hoops and horn, huh? You sure do have a way with words. Just the three of us?" I asked, winking at Sam. "Well, you know I keep looking for a fourth but that's a work in progress. As far as I know, it's just us three," Kevin. "I've got a buddy from work here. I'll ask him if he's up for a game or two. In any event, what are you thinking, half hour?" "We can be there in 15 minutes...a work bud, huh...any chance, you know?" Kevin asked. "I'll let you know when I get there. If I'm alone, I guess that'll speak for itself. See you shortly," I said, hanging up the phone. "Hoops and horn? What's up with that?" Sam asked. "My other buds want to play some hoops and come back here for some horn play....you know, the skin flute and so on, kind of the next act in the play," I laughed. "You've got your gym stuff here, you in?" "Tell me a little about these guys. These are your regular buds I take it," Sam said. "Yeah, my regular buds, emphasis on regular because to look at them they look like regular guys, but with a twist. We've been friends since high school. How things went from just friendship to best buds is a whole other story we don't have time for right now. Kevin's married, good job, stable guy who likes a select few other guys, namely Matt and me. He's tall, carrying a little extra beef, red hair and goatee, a real decent guy. Matt's single, handsome as hell, black hair, fu Manchu mustache, no lack for female companionship but also likes the buds, namely Kevin and me and all in all, just a great guy. I think you'd fit right in...I take it you can make a jump shot," I said. "Sure thing. We've done the gym thing, you and I, but we've never played hoops. You'll be in for a surprise. I was second team all state back in the day. What do these guys like to do for horn play?" Sam asked. "Just what we were up to. Every so often Kevin wants to bottom but other than that just what we were doing. We need to change and head out if you want to go. Come on along Sam, you can at least meet the guys. If you don't care for them, you can just peel off when we get back here. Sound fair?" "Sure, I'll give it a try. If these guys are anything like you, it'll be a great time," Sam said. We scrambled around to get changed. I grabbed a jock and tossed it at Sam. "Things sometimes get a little rough and a little friendly. I think you'll wish you had one of these on...plus you'll find out this is part of the horn play afterward. You good on socks and sneakers?" "Yup, all good. Hey, this jock is just right. It's making me horny to know that your cock is usually stuffed in here. Man, have I got the fever tonight!" Sam laughed. "When the buds get a look at you, I think the fever will spread. I can almost guarantee that this is going to be a great time. I've gotta piss before we head out," I said and headed for the bathroom. Sam joined me and we took a long hard piss together, the first of many. We grabbed several bottles of G2 from the fridge, a basketball from the garage and headed out to the street. Sam dribbled the ball and we passed it back and forth on the two block journey. Thankfully the park was nearly deserted, just a few other guys on one of the other courts, down at the other end and a dude walking his dog. Introductions were made all around and I could see something happening between Matt and Sam, like there was some recognition and 'well, this is just a little awkward' but neither of them said anything. I could see the wheels grinding in both of their heads. Sam kept glancing back and forth between Matt and Kevin as we made small talk. Kevin and Matt were all over Sam with their eyes. There was a lot of checking out going on here. Matt snapped his fingers and looked at Sam, "I know where we met. Do you remember a wedding a couple of years ago over on the west side of town, middle of the summer, the church hotter than hot, one of the bridesmaids passing out?" Sam nodded, "That's it! I rarely forget a face but I couldn't place the 'where' right away. My brother's sister's wedding. You're like her cousin or something, right?" "You got it. I knew we'd met somewhere," Matt said. He looked right at Sam and chuckled as he continued, "This is a little awkward huh?" "Well, yes and no. I mean, I kind of know who you are, you kind of know who I am. But what can I say? Pete tells me we share some common ground...besides hoops that is," Sam replied. Kevin chimed in, "I guess we all share a little something more in common. We can get to that later. Let's play some hoops and get all sweaty first. We'll play a game of pig, the first two out is one team, the last two standing are the other. The new guy shoots first, then we go in reverse alphabetical order." Sam took the ball and made a lay up, which was no contest. Next shot's a reverse lay up, again no contest. Then he moves to the foul line and makes his shot. I make mine, followed by Matt but Kevin missed. This continued on, Sam going for the easy shots and the rest of us trying all sorts of stuff. It was obvious that Matt and Sam were the two best shooters and before you knew it the teams were settled. Matt and Sam stripped off their shirts and once the chests were bare there were a couple of cat calls from Matt and Kevin. Sam just laughed, "Okay, I'm busted, whatever! But you should see the other guy!" Matt gave him a smiling high five and the game was under way. First game was theirs, 10-2 and the two we scored was on the strength of Kevin's size advantage under the basket, and we took a short break for a breather and a quick drink. Sam took a long sip and looked at the three of us and just shook his head. "What?" asked Matt. "You guys always this friendly when you play hoops? I've had more hands on me in this one pick up game than any other three tournaments I've ever been in," Sam chuckled. "Hell man, this is just a warm up," Kevin said. "It's our way of letting you know that we're comfortable with you. You're fitting right in, you ask me. You comfortable with us?" "I'll let you know about that when I'm ready. You two ready to get your respective asses kicked again? Matt and I have been playing with you so far. This phase of the party is just about over," Sam bragged. Kevin and I were pumped over the insult. All during the next game, Sam was grabbing just about everything he could get his hands on, including his own teammate Matt when we were crowded under the hoop for rebounds. I was losing interest in the game but Kevin was pissed about getting beat a second time. Halfway through the third game, Sam went up for a jump shot. Kevin just reached up and plucked him out of the air (did I tell you already that Kevin was not only big but by far the strongest of the bunch?). As he lowered Sam to the ground, he did so very slowly, in the process grinding Sam's sweaty bulge and chest up against himself. To Sam's credit he never took his eyes off Kevin, even as Kevin held him momentarily bulge to bulge before setting him on the court. "That was personal but not intentional , so no harm no foul," Sam said, laughing it off. Matt and I were both smiling. Kevin shot back, "That was indeed intentional. One shot or two?" "Well, since I've already had two sizeable shots since dinner, I'd say the next shot would be number three. Same for Pete...what about you guys?" Sam asked, looking back and forth and smiling that challenging and wicked smile, watching to see how long it took the buds to get his drift. Kevin processed this statement for close to a microsecond before saying, "Well, I sent my wife off happy this morning, so next one's two for me." "If you go back twenty four hours, technically it would be three for me, too," Matt said. I cleared my throat and said, "Well, when Kevin called to set this all up, his idea was hoops and horn. I don't know about the rest of you, but I've had enough hoops. I'm more than ready for horn." Matt just grabbed the ball and started bouncing it as he made his way toward the gate, past the guy still walking his dog...what was up with that? I caught up with him, giving Kevin and Sam a chance to chat. Their conversation was quiet and I had no idea what they were talking about. Halfway home, I called Kevin up to chat with me so Matt and Sam could get more acquainted. Their discussion was much more animated and I could tell they were talking about it being a small world. I also heard Sam tell my buddy how handsome he was and they began to share what they both liked with another guy. We got back to my place just in time, I think! Once inside, I locked the door and headed up the stairs, the other guys suddenly quiet and falling in line behind me. I stopped at the first bathroom and announced a piss posse. We all filed into the bathroom and had to squeeze to fit around the john. Matt was the first to push his jock down. He kind of bounced his cock some with the backs of his thumb and just looked around at us with a 'well, what the hell are you waiting for?' kind of look. Pretty quick, there was swinging meat everywhere. Sam could not keep his eyes of Matt or Kevin and Kevin couldn't keep his eyes off Sam! It was funny to watch this little interaction and interesting to see the dynamic developing. The conversation went something like this: Sam:Nice cocks all around. Matt, your jet black bush must turn the ladies on. Matt:I guess my stuff appeals to more than the ladies, from the way you're eyeing me. Kevin:Wow, another natural dude, YES! Sam:Yeah, no kidding on that...been a long time since I could do another uncut guy. Way Cool! Me:What do you think, guys? Think Sam fits in? Man, this is hot with all this cock hanging out. Sam:Fucking hot, if you ask me. (He said this looking directly at Kevin first, then Matt.) Kevin:I can't piss anymore, my rod's getting hard...sure he fits in, he's got my vote. Matt:Well, Sam, I hope you're happy. You've got us all hard now. Yeah, Sam fits in for sure. I'd like to see how well his cock fits in my mouth, to be honest with you. Me:Guess we're gonna have to take turns with the new guy. Since we've all had at least one explosion today, we can just take it nice and easy and have a good slow blow time. Kevin:Okay, enough pissing, let's at least get into the hall where I can get on my knees. I fucked well this morning but I need some cock. We all shook off as best we could, what with our cocks heading for the ceiling. We were all doing our best to push out into the hallway in order to see who could be first on their knees. Matt and Sam won the contest, over Kevin's protests. I was the first one in the bathroom and therefore furthest from the door so I did not really have a chance. It didn't really matter to me, I was going to be hard for a good long time now anyway. I was in no hurry one way or the other. "Hope you don't get grossed out, but one of the things that turns us on is a freshly sweated up crotch," Matt said as he and Sam got comfortable on their knees. "It's kind of a ritual with us. If that's nasty to you, Kevin would be glad to switch with you." "I like a sweaty crotch, myself, especially if everything is still slick with sweat. I can't believe I fell in with a bunch of like minded perverts," Sam said. He looked up at Kevin, "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Kevin needed no more prompting, stepping right up to Sam as I moved in front of Matt. I won't lie to you and tell I kept good notes of all the sucking that went on and all that. I will tell you that Sam made a good showing for himself as he slowly pulled Kevin's shorts down with his teeth, making Kevin turn slowly around so he could get a hold of the back side of them. I can also tell you that nobody but nobody missed Sam's fingers brush Kevin's crack slowly up and down...especially Kevin! It was obvious where that was going to end up, when you take into consideration that Kevin leaned forward to get his cheeks spread farther apart I further thought that Sam was going to cream his jock just by burying his face in Kevin's package as it was lamely being held in check by the overmatched jock Kevin was wearing. For Matt's part, I always appreciate his honest enthusiasm for our cocks. He yanked my shorts off and handed them to Kevin to get a good whiff of the crotch. I probably sweat the least of any of us and my shorts were still pretty soaked in spots. Matt proceeded to bury his face in my crotch, moaning slightly as he took a deep inhale of my sweaty package. He nudged Sam with his elbow and said, "Don't you just love dick? What a fucking great way to spend a Monday night. Life's good, man, life's good." Sam sat back from Kevin's crotch long enough to say, "No kidding, Matt, no kidding. Best part is, there's plenty to go around and plenty of time to play." He leaned into Matt's neck and whispered, "I'm really looking forward to tangling with you, pal...mmmmm" and followed it by bringing the tip of his tongue from Matt's collar bone up to his ear lobe. Kevin said, "Hey Sam, concentrate on your work, will you? You'll get your chance with poster boy." "Everything in its own time, Kevin. I've got lots of energy since you and Pete were no match at hoops, yep, lots of energy," Sam said. Sam buried his face in Kevin's crotch again and began to suck Kevin's nut's through the jock, soaking it with his own spit and sucking on it earnestly. That quieted Kevin down pretty good. By this time, Matt had my jock off and was licking as much sweat off as he could, wherever he could. He elbowed Sam again, I think to have Sam catch up and match his own progress. I had a feeling a change of guard was about to take place. Sam caught on quick and was soon enough licking Kevin's balls and sniffing deep into his bush. Kevin's uncut, like Sam, and maybe 8 inches with a real nice set of very furry balls. Matt, on the other hand, was easily the longest of the bunch by an inch or so, not near as thick as me but packing some serious cut meat, for sure with a nice set of heavy hangers. Between the four of us, we had a nice variety of length, breadth and bush color. "Okay," I announced, "time to swap positions. We'll give back to our current partners and then switch partners. That way, we all get a good taste of one another. I gotta tell you Sam, as much as we have enjoyed the three way stuff, I think I speak for all of us when I say how good it is to have you with us. Yes sir, very, very good indeed." There was a chorus of 'Amens, Fucking Aye's, You Bets' as we swapped places with our partners, Kevin and I dropping to our knees while Matt and Sam stood. I wasted no time pulling Matt's shorts right off. I wanted to get right at his jock and equipment before the sweat all dried. I am a refined guy in some stuff but when I want to get down and nasty, I like to maximize my pleasure there as well. I took a deep whiff of Matt's jock. It was super sweaty and turning nasty, just the way I like it. I eased his jock off and began licking his balls and bush, taking my time to savor the raunchy and particularly manly stench. I've got a thick cock but Matt's is long and almost as thick as mine. I guess they say that more than a mouthful is a waste but I was never convinced of the validity of that argumentation. After all, when you sit down for a prime rib dinner, you enjoy it a mouthful at a time, eh? I looked over to see Kevin in his own dream world. He was licking and sniffing slowly and thoroughly. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he could not wait to get all over Sam's uncut jizz maker. As if reading Kevin's mind, Sam said, "I'm all clean now. You like the natural cut of meat, so go for it, man." Kevin took a deep breath and proceeded to lick Sam from the bottom up, from Sam's nuts all the way to the tip of his cock, licking like you would an ice cream cone. There was sufficient moaning going on over there to indicate a good time was being had by all. For my part, I just started blowing Matt once I had him all licked clean of sweat. I bobbed my head up and down in a nice easy motion. Sometimes Matt likes to be sucked on, just sucking on his head. Other times he likes a nice easy up and down, not too much friction, kind of blow job. He's very good at telling his bud exactly what he wants. In fact, we'd all gotten pretty good at that and the communication helped to make sure everybody got what they needed at play time. I mean, yeah, I like sucking cock but I want to make sure my bud is getting what he wants and how he wants it. "What a great time this is, Pete. I just love the way you suck my dick, mmmmm," Matt moaned. Kevin said, "I thought you loved the way I suck your dick, Matt. Sam here seems to be enjoying himself. By the way, he's pretty good at it, mm, mmm, mmmmm." Matt replied, "I'll take your word for it for now. Mmm, this is so fucking hot. I got a feeling I'm gonna need your ass tonight, Kevin. Would you be into that, do you think?" "I was hoping somebody would want that. I am so fucking horned up tonight, right now I'd be glad to offer my ass to whoever needs it. I could use a good fuck or three, yes sir," Kevin moaned. "Let me blast a load or two and then I'll be ready to fuck for a while." This whole scene was like something you'd read about on the internet. Life was quite good before Sam showed up but his presence just deepened the lustiness of all concerned. "I'm getting a little closer to the edge just from being around you horny fuckers. I'm not ready to blast yet but I wouldn't mind swapping again. I'd like to have Sam get a taste of my meat and then I want to return the favor for him. Is everybody cool with that?" Matt asked. "Yeah, all good here," I said. "I had Sam earlier and now you. I'd be glad to take on Kevin. I honestly feel like I could blow all three of you and then take Kevin's ass on a nice long easy ride." "Sounds good to me," Sam said. "I might want to have a crack at Kevin's ass, too. In the meantime, I'd like to try out Matt's bone." I pulled off Matt and suggested we go to the master bedroom and get a little more comfortable. I don't mind getting on my knees but sitting on the edge of the bed is more comfortable. We peeled off what clothes we still had on, except for socks, and headed down the hall. Sam and I sat on the end of the bed and got right to business when the buds stepped up. Kevin's nut sack is really furry, not just hairy. He has a lot of hair but most of it is very fine and somewhat short. It takes some time to get it all wet and matted down, otherwise it feels like you've gotten hold of some hard cotton balls. I got right to work. Sam picked right up where I left off, going directly to town on Matt's beautiful piece of meat, no delay at all just a nice up and down. Matt said, "Good work, Sam. Just take it slow and before you know it you'll have me down all the way. Oh, boy does that ever feel great! All the testosterone in this room is ramping me up for a nice happy blast, oh man, mmm..." Strange Emails Ch. 03 Kevin was watching Sam take Matt and said to me, "Just do my head, Pete...you know how I like it, slobber and lick, oh yeah, that's good, oh this is so fucking hot...." Suddenly Matt said, "Oh Sam, take as much as you can...oh yeah, fuck man, I'm gonna cum sooner than I thought....I want to watch it blast into your mouth, that turns me on so much...when I say so, just pull back so my cock head is resting on the end of your tongue with your mouth wide open....oh, this is gonna be great, man...." "Slobber me, Pete, you know how to do it, oh yeah....I'm gonna try and cum when Matt does, just keep slobbering, what a terrific blow bud you are, Pete, oh man you're so good, mmm..." Kevin said as he grunted and moaned. I love blowing Kevin, to be honest with you. I love the whole slobbering thing, spitting on his cock and mixing it with his stuff and just working his head over. I enjoy the other stuff but just slobbering on Kevin's bone does something for me. I caught Sam out of the corner of my eye and his lusty enjoyment mirrored mine. Here we were, four young and hung guys getting off on each other, nobody else in our lives' the wiser, straight studs to the world, straight up blow buds for one another, WOW! "Oh, fuck Pete, I'm ready to blow a load....Matt, you getting close?" Kevin whimpered. "Okay Sam, pull back, oh fuck here it comes...oh fuck man, oh fuck me...." Matt cried, arching his back just a little and holding his hands on his ass to steady himself. Sam held Matt's cock down onto the end of his tongue with one finger on the upper side of Matt's shaft as Matt's rock rod began to blast one cream shot after another into Sam's mouth. Sam expertly moved the cum to the back of his tongue and just kept swallowing. "Slobber me, oh fuck Pete, here it comes, you know what to do....oh fuck, here it is, ohhhhhh," Kevin grunted and began splashing my face with one rope after another of his sweet, sweet jizz. I stuck my tongue out and bounced his cock up and down as he sprayed me hard with his hot cream. "Oh God, here comes some more, oh fuck man, oh fuck...." Kevin moaned as more and more jizz came pumping out onto my face. Sam saw what I was doing with my tongue and began doing the same thing with Matt, catching about every other rope in his mouth and taking the others in a masterly facial. Matt stared as his cock kept pasting Sam with one shot after another of his thick cream, moaning and thrusting slightly forward. "Take me in your mouth now, Sam please...I want to finish in your mouth," Matt said, "I want to feel your hot mouth as I make my last stand....oh man, you are good, Sam...take the last of it, mmm...." Kevin's cum shots slowed down and I took him into my mouth all the way to the base, holding him there as he slowly softened some. He pulled slowly back and I put enough pressure on his skin to pull it all the way back over his head, then sucked his pisshole to get the last of this load. Matt pushed his softening cock all the way into Sam's mouth and I looked over to see Sam's lips buried in Matt's bush and Sam struggling not to gag. Mercifully Matt pulled slowly out of Sam's mouth. Matt looked over at Kevin and nodded. They switched places and began to lick cum from our faces, Matt slowly licking my face clean, while Kevin cleaned up Sam. If you've never had that done to you, it's way fucking erotic, especially so when the licking bud loves the taste of cum and when he carefully cleans every drop from your face. This had been a tradition with the three of us: you always licked off somebody else's facial, never your own. It looked like the tradition would continue with four. TO BE CONTINUED Strange Emails I cleared my throat and forced myself to move away from the sink area, past the toilet and a modesty panel to the shower area. Sam mumbled surprise at the large shower and changing area. I offered that it was a good set up and provided opportunities for different types of relaxation. He nodded and a trace of a smile passed across his face. I was still nervous and wanted to keep moving so I headed back to the master bedroom, Sam still staying puppy dog close to me. Several full length mirrors face the opposite wall from the bathroom door and as I came across the threshold back into my bedroom I deliberately stopped abruptly to take in the mirror view of us standing together. Sam did not hold himself back from bumping into me and in that brief collision a wall between us came crashing down. Sam grabbed hold of me, ostensibly to maintain his balance. Our eyes met in the mirror across the way and it was plain as day to me what was about to happen. I held eye contact with him for the better part of a minute, then watched Sam's mouth move as he mumbled, "Well, this is kind of awkward." "No," I said softly, eyes still locked with his, "not awkward. My heart is pounding and there is tension between us but I'd hardly call it awkward. This is the edgy stuff that brings excitement to life. I am not entirely sure what might happen next. After all, I want to be a good host...you know, want to make you feel at home, but on the other hand I'll confess that I'm not afraid of the next few minutes at all, no matter what happens." "Nor am I," Sam replied quietly, keeping my gaze across the room, holding my attention right next to me. "I'll get to that other story later. I'd just as soon start a whole new chapter right now." Sam took a deep breath, eyes still locked on mine, and said, "I'm going to be bold right about now, Pete, and tell you straight out: I'd like to find out if there's any pussy scent left on your body from yesterday. I believe there's some left on mine...that is, if you're interested." Well, for some men like me, this is the kind of personal interaction that makes life worth living. My sudden sexual hunger was easily seen in my eyes as I continued to lock on to Sam. My answer was to lean backward into Sam. A thin smile on my lips matched an intensifying sparkle in his eyes. I watched in the mirror even as I felt Sam move closer to me. We were both close enough in height to stand shoulder to shoulder and I could see the outline of his shoulder just to the right of mine, his face peering intently over my shoulder. I felt his strength nudging my ass as he moved snug up against me. I watched and felt as his hand moved to the front of my thigh and pressed lightly in. He brought his hand slowly across the growing bulge in my Dockers and let it rest on my belt buckle, hooking his thumb just enough to hang on and slipping his fingertips into the zipper area of my pants. 'This is working out well,' I thought to myself. 'I like the slow, erotic approach.' I watched and felt as Sam moved his other hand onto my hip, pulling me back tight against him. I felt his strength growing harder against me. He leaned in and bit my earlobe gently. "I can tell you want this as much as I do," Sam whispered. "I'm glad we hit it off early on. I was hoping to find a bud...mmm," he whispered some more as his left hand moved to my chest. He flexed his arms, drawing me body tight up against him. "I'm horny as fuck for you, Pete," he said close up and quiet like in my ear. I was enjoying this immensely, as my throbbing Johnson gave witness to. "Well, I'll be honest with you, Sam," I said, "I didn't see this coming at all. But I want it as bad as you do. You've got me way fucking horned up, mister." I put my hands on his and slowly lifted them off my body. I turned to face him and looked him directly in the eye. I put my hands to the side of his head and pulled him into a full, hard kiss. If he was surprised or grossed out, he gave no indication. He pulled back, keeping my gaze as he began to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. That was all I needed. "I guess this is where we change into something 'not work,' huh?" I mumbled. We began to tear our clothes off and in a flash we stood there buck naked and hard bodied. "Nice horn," I said as I looked him over, "and I like the extra skin. Except you seem to be working on a leak of some kind." His cock was a good seven inches and uncut, not overly thick but with heavy veins all over it. A pair of weighty balls hung loose to complete the package. "You too, Pete," Sam replied, "nice Johnson, man, nice Johnson...been a long while since I saw one that thick, too." Sam was about licking his lips in anticipation. I'm cut, six and thick, with a fat flared head. The women like the flare, it does something for them. My other buds like it too. I pulled Sam toward me as I backed toward the bed. "Come on, Sam, find what's left of that pussy juice. It's buried treasure. Buried deep in the bush...come and get it, stud," I said. Sam came at me, pulling me into a hard embrace as our cocks crashed together. I pulled his face to mine as we tumbled onto the bed, teeth clicking against each other, cocks grinding, hands roaming fiercely. We wrestled back and forth, each one seeking to dominate the other, as bucks are wont to do. We were a mass of straining muscle, seeking to get at each other while trying to get the other guy down at the same time. Just as it seemed we would wrestle to a draw all evening, Sam pulled away, spun onto his back with his mouth by my cock. I quickly knelt over him, my shins bracing his shoulders flat on the bed and let him lick my crotch as his tongue and nose sought out the remains of the pussy juice from Suzy Whatshername. As he moaned his pleasure I lowered my face to his cock and began licking and sniffing for his wife's pussy scent. And I found it soon enough: a musky feminine aroma in the midst of the sweaty musk of his manhood. What a powerful aphrodisiac it was! We licked each other's cock up and down in unison, sniffing the day old cuntiness soaked into the hair and skin surrounding our cocks. Sam put his lips against the tip of my drippy pecker and began to lick my flared cock. I pulled away from his bush to concentrate on feeling his warm tongue smearing my precum all over my manhead. His moaning heightened my pleasure and his hand found the back of my head, urging me back to his cock. I responded eagerly, slipping my tongue under his foreskin and sucking in his salty stickiness. Sam's mouth engulfed my manhead and I returned the favor, pushing his foreskin back with my lips and swirling my tongue over his tasty meat. Whatever Sam did, I did in kind and we had a mutual blow job working pretty good. After a while I pulled off Sam and lay down opposite him so we could do a side by side sixty nine. This slowed the action for a few minutes and gave us a chance to pace ourselves a little bit. But it wasn't long before the fury returned and we were seesawing back and forth on one another's slick and throbbing manhood, rolling and wrestling to take turns on top. He was a good match for me and we traded the up position fairly back and forth. I like to dominate when I can but there is a part of me that just wants to be face fucked from time to time and to be whored on. As Sam struggled to get back on top, I put up something of a fight, but I really just wanted him to fuck my throat till he blasted his cream into me. I grunted as he rolled me onto my back and began to fuck my throat with the desperate fury of the untamed. Sam pulled his mouth off my cock, pushed himself up on his hands and began thrusting with all his might as he shoved his cock repeatedly into my mouth, forcing me to deep throat him. "Pete, you just want this, stud, don't you? Good, you stud fucker, here it comes! Take it man, take it!" Sam shouted. I began a swallowing motion with my throat and this caused another torrent of enthusiastic encouragement from Sam. I loved it! I reached around and grabbed his ass tight with both hands, which prompted another round of excited shouting and bucking. Sam arched his back, grunted and snorted like a rutting buck as he sent one blast of man cream after another down my throat. It seemed like the more I swallowed, the more he came. He swore some more as his pumping slowed and his cock began to soften some. Wow! I hadn't wanted that in a long time. Sam brought out the cock bitch in me...good for him! He pulled out of my mouth and collapsed on the bed face up, his eyes milky and glazed. "You deep throat cocksucker, you love it, don't you?" Sam asked as he looked over at me. I was digging several of Sam's pubics out of my mouth. If I could just swallow them and be done with it, I would. But I can't stand them in my mouth anymore than you can. I finished digging and wiped my hand on Sam's bare chest. "Yeah, I do, Sam...but you want it too, don't you? Come on, Sam, tell me you want it. Tell me how bad you want it," I urged as I got to my knees on the bed and thrust my throbbing strength at him. "Tell me you can take me like I just took you. Are you up to it? Are you man enough for it?" I asked. As Sam began to answer, I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his head as he pleaded with me, "Yeah, stud, I want it...you bet I do, you man enough to give it to me? Come on, stud, show me what you've got. Give it to me. I want it, Pete, I want it bad, give it to me." I mounted Sam's chest, pinning his arms down and forcing my cock past his lips and into his hungry mouth. He began to slobber on my manhead and bob on my meat. That was not good enough for me and I scooped his head up with my hands and began to rock my iron Johnson into his hot mouth. I could slide like this for hours...I know, I've done it before, just enjoying the slow in and out into a bud's mouth. I loved the power of being on top and having my buddy at my merciful disposal. I never tired of feeling tongue on my flared and sensitive manhead. Can life get any better than this? But today was not going to be one of those hours on end slide shows. I savaged Sam's head down hard on my cock and pulled him tight until he started gagging. I released just enough to ease up on his gag reflex. "You want it bad, Sam, don't you?" I asked. Sam merely bobbed a yes, never skipping a beat and not whining or complaining. "Are you man enough to take me like I took you? Are you? Huh?" I asked. A slower bob in response this time told me maybe Sam wasn't sure. "We'll take it slow for you, okay Sam?" A more confident bob from Sam and I slowly pulled off him. "Let's move over the edge of the bed, buddy," I said. Sam moved to the foot end, bringing the pillow with him. "Let me sit here on the end and just see how much I can take in the regular position. Your cock is real fat and I want to see how much I can take this way first," Sam said. Who was I to argue? I usually take a long time to come, so this little side track would not ruin anything for me. I stepped up to Sam and he began to engulf my meat. With my cock head so engorged, I feel every little movement and touch. Each sensation takes me one baby step closer to the end and builds upon the last one. I try to enjoy each individual moment of a blow job as I have discovered that no two are the same, and the uniqueness keeps me interested and focused. I watched as my Johnson slowly disappeared into Sam's mouth. I felt my manhead touch the upper part of Sam's throat and his mouth tightened all the way around my cock. "Mmm, that feels real nice, Sam," I said, wanting to keep him encouraged. Sam held me in place as he took a slow, deep breath. Upon exhaling, Sam moved his lips a little further down my shaft and pulled my cock that much further into his tight mouth. It reminded me of an inchworm working its way slowly along. Just as diligent and determined, Sam inched a little further along. What was way cool about this was the increased pressure his mouth put on my cock as he inched further down. Soon enough I felt the tickle of his nose as it edged into my black bush. To me, that's always the benchmark. Anything short of this is average at best most of the time. I did have one head job once that was strictly head work. I did finally shoot my load for her but it was all this poor girl could do to get my manhead in her mouth. I felt sorry for her a little bit so I made myself come faster than usual. But I did not feel sorry enough to see her again. She was average or below in the sack and fell right off my to-do list. Sam continued to hold me tight in his mouth and although there was little or no movement or friction, I was enjoying this treatment. It was different and a little unique. Too many times there is a rush to explosion, kind of like I felt earlier, but I much prefer a drawn out, edging experience. It appeared that today would be some of both. As much as I was enjoying this I wanted to return the deep throat slamming experience Sam had given me earlier and one I was prepared to engage in with much enthusiasm. Sam seemed to be reading my mind, ever so slowly pulling off me. He rubbed his jaw and smiled. "Okay, Pete, I'm ready now. I think I'll do real fine by you," he said and smiled. He liked both ends of a blow job, just like I did. This was turning out to be a great evening. Sam positioned himself on his back with his head toward the foot of the bed, hanging over just enough to give me clear access to his mouth and throat. My cock hardened at the sight and my breathing became a little more labored. This would be good. I straddled Sam's face, putting my hands flat on the bed as if to do some push ups. Sam began to suck my balls. That felt good and I left him to that for a minute or so. I was really ready now so I pulled my hips back far enough to get my cock to Sam's mouth. Sam opened wide and I slowly rocked my rock hard cock into his eager mouth. What a fucking turn on this was! I was stretched out in all my natural glory, muscles tense and taut, suspended over a buddy with a real nice, tight body, who was taking me deep and not gagging. This was all right! I began to thrust my hips slowly, pushing my wicked hard cock into Sam's throat. I could hear him laboring a bit to breathe but I kept my pace slow to accommodate him. Oh, the physical pleasure he was giving! This was a bud in every sense of the word, sacrificing himself as I had done earlier, willingly taking my cock for my pleasure. I saw Sam's cock begin to grow some, lengthening and swelling, though not to full hardness. With each thrust I looked Sam's body over and began to get more and more turned on. I watched his chest move up and down with every thrust. I watched as his hips began to match my thrusts. I tingled when he ran his hands along my thighs and up my ribcage. I gasped when he lightly pinched my nipples. "Oh Sam, buddy, what a fucking turn on you are. No tease, all action and turn on, that's you. Mmm, you keep this up and I'm sure to empty my fat cock down your throat. You want it, too, don't you Sam?" I whispered. The slow bob of Sam's head caused even more pressure on my swollen hardness. I could feel Sam's nose nestled into my balls. Everything was so tight and tense, just what I needed for a hard explosion. I began to rock a little harder and a little faster, taking things up a notch and keeping them there, still looking Sam's body over with much lustful enthusiasm. I happened to look down at Sam's throat during one deep thrust and I could literally see his throat expand to take my fat cock. Whoa! That was something new for me. I'd never noticed it before. Of course, I cannot actually state with accuracy that I'd ever been deep throated quite like this before but feeling the pressure on my manhead and seeing it happening at the same time with my eyes gave me a double treat that seemed to send a current of high voltage through my body. Suddenly I felt that tingle in my nuts and I knew I was going to blast soon. "Oh Sam, my man, it's building. It's building strong and fierce. I hope you're ready, Sam," I gasped. Sam's muffled 'mmm' sent vibrations into my cock head and I held my manhead right over his voice box. "Do that again, Sam, please, oh please do it again," I whimpered. Various hums gave me individual shoves toward the edge. Then I lost control and began fucking Sam's throat hard, one thrust after another. Sam responded by trying to swallow my cock whole and keeping me deep in his throat. That was all she wrote, men. I spasmed and twisted and jerked and grunted and hollered and swore and bucked and came thundering down Sam's throat. My entire body was one taut muscled suspended over Sam, who was breathing hard on his own, turned on for sure judging by the hardness of his own cock and the renewed leakage of clear slime. As I groaned and grunted and shot the last of my jizz into Sam, I began to see sparkles on the periphery of my vision. Sam continued to suck hard and swirled his tongue on my meat, which in turn caused more spasms for my body. As the tide ebbed and the blood ran to my heart, I pulled slowly out of Sam's mouth and collapsed forward onto the bed, half on and half off. My body twitched and jerked involuntarily and I ended up splayed on the floor. I could hear Sam trying to catch his breath in between my own gasping. I eventually crawled up on the bed next to Sam, lying flat on my back with one arm behind my head. Sam rolled over to me and put his head on my chest and an arm around my middle. We cuddled for a while. I didn't mind at all...in fact, I was glad. I felt connected to Sam, way much more than the bimbos I regularly entertained. As much as I enjoy pussy and the warm wetness engulfing my rigid manhood, I almost always felt a deeper sense of connection to other guys. Some who read this might be grossed out but that's the honest truth. I can relate to guys a whole lot more than I can the shallow women that come across my path. This cuddling satisfied a need for connection that we all have. I had crossed the line with Sam as I had with a few other buds and things would never be mere friendship anymore. We lay there quietly for a few minutes. I guess we probably both dozed off for a while. I woke when Sam began moving a little bit. He was lying on his side looking earnestly at me when he cleared his throat and spoke, "I hope I've made myself plainly known to you, Pete." "So it was you behind the email all the time, huh?" I asked, nonplussed and not at all surprised. "Yeah, I admit it. Working side by side with you was really getting to me. I wanted to come on to you but in such a way as to not tip my hand unnecessarily. If you were not interested, I did not want you to know anything about me. It was a lame way to go about it, I realize. But it turned out way better than I thought it would," Sam said quietly, laying his head back on my chest. "I can't argue with that," I replied. "I never imagined I'd be involved in a double deep bone smoke today. Man, you had my heart pounding from the moment we came up the stairs, Sam. When you looked at me in the bathroom mirror, I felt totally exposed before you. I knew we'd be naked before too long. I'm glad. It was real nice, Sam, real, real nice." "Yeah, Pete, it sure was. At first, when I saw how fat your cock was, I thought to myself, 'No way can I take that all the way, no way.' You did a nice job working with me on that," Sam said. Then he laughed and said, "Double deep bone smoke? Not sure I ever heard it put that way before...guess that's what we did though, huh?" "Let me spell it out: Double: we did each other; Deep: as in deep throat, the classic way; Bone Smoke: you smoked my bone, I smoked yours...yeah, it was nice, mmmmmm," I said. "As far as me working with you: fuck that, man, you did a real nice job working me down. I just love this, Sam. I was so turned on by you fucking my throat. Don't count on me wanting to be a cunt throat all the time but I sure loved it today. Let's just cuddle for a while, then you can tell me the rest of your story," I murmured. Strange Emails Sam just nodded and yawned and put his head back on my chest. TO BE CONTINUED