0 comments/ 51469 views/ 3 favorites Two Old Friends By: hakawati We walked into the room as two old friends, but I had different ideas. She had been telling me that she would not sleep with more than one man at a time and now she was with Jimmy. I hated Jimmy not because he had her and I did not but because he was a sleaze-ball. We talked for a while and it started to get late. She was starting to get comfortable, and had taken off her jacket. She was sitting on the bed wearing her very tight shirt and skintight pants. She had a long glorious neck and curly auburn hair. She was a natural red head, feisty tempered and all. I attempted to kiss her and she pulled away giving me that really strange look she gives someone, just before she gets pissed off at them. Today I was not going to let that stand in my why. I moved in on her again, this time pushing her all the way back down to the bed. I made sure to not let her come up for air either. She was pushing and struggling with me until she finally realized that I was not going to let her up. She did not see when she came in that I had added some hardware to the bed or that I was now about to bring it into play. I pulled one arm up. She did not struggle much, but I was much stronger than her so it did not matter much. I clamped the handcuff around her wrist and cinched it in tight. Then, she started to panic. I pulled her other arm up and she began to really fight with me. It took a bit longer, but I had her other hand in a cuff in a minute or so as well. I moved my legs so they were straddling her body, holding fast, before I began to sit up. I squeezed her chest between my legs and lifted my mouth from off of hers. I shoved the ball gag into her mouth, and pulled the strap over her head. Her eyes were full of fire, fear and anger. But that was one of the things I liked about her, her eyes. I laid back onto her flailing legs and shackled them one after another to the corners of the bed. I looked at my handwork and was proud. Her body laid there for my pleasure. Now I was going to use it. I did not care about her clothes, so I simply cut them off her, shirt, bra, pants, and all. Now she laid there naked, still fighting with the cuffs, and trying to pop the ball gag out of her mouth. I put a leather cuff just below each knee. She was definitely wondering what that one was for until I ran the rope under the bed, and began to synch it tight. Her legs began to part, making her pussy available for me and anyone I wished to share it with. It also tightened the rest of her body to the bed, pulling her arms tight. This forced her breast to point strait up, and show their meager fullness. Now with no room to fight, no way to cry out, and no chance to plead she new that I had her and that there was nothing she could do about it. I laid back down on her and shoved my rod into her dry pussy. She again tried to fight me, but all it did was make sure I penetrated deeper and deeper. It only took a few good pumps and for the first time, I fired my load deep in her. It felt so good. I wished I had done this 3 or 4 years earlier. The announcement came that all women were to be out of the dorm in 5 minutes, and she looked at me waiting. But, when I did not release her she attempted to shake around some more. I decided that this would be a good time to change her into some more permanent shackles, so I put the broad leather bands around her wrist, and tied them tight to the bed. My rod ready for more action, I mounted her once again. My seaman provided the lubricant needed, but this time she seemed to get more into it. On the other hand, I did decide that I would take longer on this run, pumped her at my pleasure. It took almost half an hour before I was ready to once again fire my load deep within her. I nibbled on her neck, giving her a massive hickey. I had always wanted too. Then, still laying on her body, I pulled a blanket up over me. Slid my dick back inside her and went to sleep. When I woke up, her pussy was undulating. My bet was that she was trying to get my dick out of her, but I wanted one more ride before I went to classes that day. I started her off by biting her right nipple hard enough that she tried to scream, then I bit the swollen hickey on her neck. I chewed on her for almost an hour, firing two loads deep with her while she laid helplessly beneath me. I got off her and went to take a shower, get dressed and off to class. I was not interested in class that day and could not wait until I could get back to my room and play with my toy. I came into my room and found her laying right where I left her, naked tied to my bed. I stripped down and fucked her one more time, before I decided to have more fun. She was exhausted, and had not slept since yesterday. I loosened the ropes to her hands, but gave her about 4 foot of cord. Then I unhooked her ankle shackles from the bed, and the rope that held her knees. I was pleased. She still had still had a lot of fight left in her. She tried hard to get free. I yanked her up by the waist and tossed her over the end of the bed. The rope on her wrists had pulled tight and her stomach landed solidly on the footboard. I quickly leaned on her body, connecting her knees where her ankles use to be. Her ass was in full glory now, and I took that time to give her a few good whacks on it to remind her that she was mine now and that she need not fight any more. With each slap the fire in her eyes grew. I tied her ankle shackle together, and then came at her from behind. Her ass was not quite high enough off the ground so I lifted the end of the bed up and put a book under each leg. This placed her at just the right height for a straight entry. I slid my rod once into her pussy to get it nice and wet, then again did something that I had never done with her before to her. I set my rod against her ass hole and pushed it in. Holding onto her hip for leverage, I pumped it in and out of her. With each pump, I went deeper and deeper in. She was attempting to scream, but between the exhaustion, the gag, and the position she was in, she could hardly make a sound. Her pitiful sounds excited me and I think I pumped her harder than I had ever done before, until finally my load burned its way in. Oh, it felt so good. I almost wanted to scream myself. I left her in that position while I went off to dinner, then returned to her. She had shat on my floor while I was away, so I cleaned it up and paddled her ass with a coat hanger for being "naughty". I did my homework, taking a break every now and then to ride my little toy. The fire had left her eyes, and she was now mine. All mine. I could do with her as I pleased or when I pleased. I guess her ass was the key, and I had unlocked it. I removed her from the end of the bed, leaving her ankles tied together. I tied her wrist the same way and secured both to ends of the bed. This time she would lay on her side. I laid down next to her, pulled the covers up over us, and shoved my readied dick, back up her ass. I did not pump her like before. This time I just buried it deep and went to sleep. The next morning, after a couple good fucks, I headed off to the shower. When I returned to the room, there she lay. She did not realize or did not care that I had not reattached her to the bed. I sat down in my chair, and told her to come over to me. She slinked as best she could with her hands hooked together as well as her feet and came over to my chair. Her tits were swollen and her skin paler than normal. I took the ball-gag off for the first time in two day. "Now, I want you to give me a blow job better than you have ever given me before," I said sternly. She obediently climbed up into my lap and began to suck my dick. It felt good. She knew what I liked. She had at least given me a blowjobs many times over the last four years of our relationship. The only irritating part about them was that she could never quite go down far enough to make me happy, so this time on one of her trips down, I pushed her head the rest of the way. She fought it a bit, as the gag reflex hit her, and my load fired down her throat with me holding her head in place. I was happy. I had had my way with her every way I wanted. I dressed and left her there kneeling in front of the chair. I knew that if she left, that she would tell no one. She was that kind of girl. But, what surprised was that when I returned 8 hours later, she was still in my room, and still naked. I told her to lay down and spread her legs, that I was going to fuck her, and she did. Her pussy was waiting for me this time. She was hot and wet and wanted me in her, telling her what to do next. I handed her a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, and we went to dinner. We ate and headed back to my room. Once there I told her to take my clothes off. As she did, I saw her ass and wanted it again. I stopped her where she was and pulled my rod out and shoved it back into her ass. She whimpered a bit as I entered, but made no noise after that. After I was done, I told her to suck me dry and she did. She lay on my bed as I did my work, and I would take breaks from time to time and enter one hole or another to relieve the frustrations of the day. That night, after most of the dorm was asleep, we walked down to the public showers. I told her to get clean while I showered myself. After she was clean, I told her to come over and give me another blowjob. Water and shampoo running down her body, she sucked, licked and nibble all parts of my shaft. Finally I wanted something more. I told her to stand and bend over. She thought she was going to get in the ass, then my rod plowed into her pussy. She let out a deep groan as I entered. It took no time before I fired my load again. This time she had her first obvious orgasm. Then I want to finish my shower. I told her to lay down on the bench and wait. While she did however, the hall president walked into the shower. He looked at her with her legs spread wide and her pussy begging for more attention. I told her to fuck him, and he took the chance and fucked her on the spot. When he was done, I told her that it was time to go, so we walked back down to my room. I followed behind her so I could watch her naked ass as we went. We went into the room and climbed into my bed. I curled my body up around hers and holding tightly onto her left tate, shoved my dick back into her well used hole, and fell asleep. I slept even better that night then the ones before. I did not have any extra hardware to struggle with as I slept. When I woke up, she had one hand between her legs, playing with her pussy. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. I had never seen her do this before and it was turning me on, so I began to pump her ass again. As I blew my load she shuddered from the orgasm that followed We got up, and she put back on the sweats and T-shirt. We went to breakfast. On our way back to the dorm, I stopped her in one of the less used doorways of the Administration building. I pulled the sweats down and slid right in. It only took me a minute or so. Afterwards, I told her to go to her room, get changed, go to class, and meet me for lunch. As an after thought I told her to make sure it was something loose. I may want another quickie between classes or something. She did, but I did not see her between any classes that day. I met up with her at lunch, found a nice secluded spot, and told her to suck me off again. With her eyes down caste she did, and as she knew I was about to blow, she grabbed my ass and shoved me as deep down her throat as my rod could go. She fought her own reflexes to make sure every drop went deep down her throat. The funny thing was that as she came up, I spotted her hiding a smile. We eat lunch and headed back to our own classes. She was waiting outside my last class for me. We dropped off our books in my room and we headed out for a walk. It was a nice day, bright and warm. We stopped by one of the building that had many bushes concealing its none used entrance. I held her facing away from me tightly as we looked out at the world. I ran one hand up her spaghetti string top and fondled her nipple. She winced, as they were still tender, but did not pull away. She reached behind her and found my shaft hardening again. She deftly pulled it out from its confines. I raised the back of her skirt to find that she had no panties on. She rubbed my rod for a bit then positioned it to go into her ass again. One of our friends saw us standing their and came over to say hello. She tried to pull me out, but I held her tight on my rod, as he approached. We spoke for a moment, him not really noticing that the couples in front of him were fucking right before his very eyes. She was doing everything she could to hide her expressions from him, as every now and then, I would move and slide further in or out. Finally my friend left and I finished the job I had started causing her to have yet another orgasm. We continued our walk for some time before returning to my room for the night. I told her to take her clothes off and do her homework. I sat at my desk, while she sat on the bed. She finished long before me, so I told her to put the leather shackles back on. She put them on her wrists, ankles and just below her knees. She played with them a bit each time before finally putting them on. I took a break and tied her down to the bed face down with her knees pulled up and out. This picked her ass up a bit, and made entry real easy. I went back to work and left her there waiting for me, knowing that at any time someone could come in the room, I would most likely let them fuck her like I did the night before. I finished my work off and moved in behind her. Her wide open pussy was calling me in. my rod moved in and I pumped a few times before I was tired of it. I pulled out the hanger and swatted her a few time for not exciting me enough. This time when I entered her pussy, she responded better. I wanted to read a book for a while and so I sat in front of her, with her mouth poised over my rod. She was sucking my shaft when we heard the passkey go into my lock. It was the hall president again. He saw her there and looked at me. I told him to come on in and close the door. He did. He said that he was going to talk to me about last night, but seeing this, he saw no reason to do so. I told him that if he wanted he could have at her again. He moved onto the bed, pulled out his rod and put in her pussy for just a bit before pushing it deep in her ass. She almost screamed, not really wanting him in her ass, but the dick half way down her throat stopped the noise. He was pounding away, and she finally started to get into it, sucking even harder then ever before. She dove down hard on me as the bulge of seaman moved down his dick ready to explode in her ass. I could not help but fire my load at the same time. The hall president said that it was o.k. with him if she stayed in my room from time to time, but not to do it every night. He slapped her ass, and headed out the door. I did not let her up and she sucked on me for another hour while I read. I untied her from the bed, but left the shackles on her while we slept. The next day I bought a dog collar for her. The leather kind, and I put it on her neck. I told her that as long as it was on her, that I could have my way with her any time any way I choose, and if that includes giving her to someone else, then I would. She agreed. That night, instead of going to my room we headed to hers. Her roommate was not there when we got there, so I took that opportunity to screw my little slave again. Then I picked out what I wanted her to wear for the next three days. I was lying in her bed on one side of the room when her roommate came in. She was very upset. She was a very shy well-figured young lady who thought only the best of everyone. She had never been with any man and was very proud of this fact. Not every man would have wanted her, but she was not all that bad either. I wrote my new toy a note telling her what I wanted her to do. She started to shake her head "no" at me, when with a stern look back, she lowered her head and was off doing my bidding. She walked in and started to hear all the problems her roommate was having, and gave her a shoulder to cry on. Then while she was crying my toy began to caress her arms. This did not seem like much, but it relaxed the girl. Then my toy began to pet her chest. It began to take effect. She was getting very bothered by it, but was really unaware just how hot she was getting because of the distractions in her life. My toy slowly opened her roommate's shirt and undid the front opening bra. She began to play with her bare breasts, and her roommate began to calm and forget about her daily problems. My toy soon had her mouth on her roommate's breasts and she was beginning to come unglued. My toy took her own shirt off and placed her roommate's had on her own tender nipples. Although this was not something my toy has ever thought she would ever enjoy, she really was getting into it. Soon, my toy stood up and dropped her own pants, and convinced her roommate to do the same. My toy had her hand between her roommate's legs in no time and her roommate was not stopping her at all. They were soon all over each other, and I had a front row seat. They worked each other to exhaustion, no part of their bodies were left untouched. I really want to slide in between them, but I held myself back enjoying the show. Her roommate decided that she was tiered and wanted to go to bed. She walked into my half of the room and just climbed into her own bed, not seeing me. My toy came and climbed into her own bed next to me. The odor about her said that she was still saying that she wanted to do it again, so while she laid there next to me, I slide my waiting rod into her burning pussy. I pumped slow and intently. She began to grown with pleasure, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Her roommate woke to the sound, but thought that my toy was having a wet dream or something. She got out of bed and came over and began to suckle on my toy's breasts. My toy began to kiss her while running her hands up and down her body. My toy finally moved to put her roommate on her back on her own bed, and was eating her out once again. Leaving no crime unpunished I got out of bed and returned my rod to the hot box that held it earlier. My toy began to eat her roommate furiously, as I pumped. Her roommate commented that she wished that my toy were a man. My toy moved up her body until they were kissing again, my toy playing with her roommate's clit still, and opening the space between her legs for me. As the roommates legs spread wide enough, I took my opportunity and slide my shaft deep into her roommates body. She gasped at the feeling and attacked my toy harder. I do not know what she thought was happening, but I pumped a load into her, satisfying her desire. My toy finished her off, then came back to join me in her bed. Her roommate soon fell asleep, then my toy and I got up and went out the dorm room window. It was funny. I thought I was taking her when she did not wish, and in reality I gave her exactly what she had always wanted from me. Two Old Friends I had always had a thing for Tracy ever since we met in 8th grade. She was a very cute girl back then and was built in all the right places. She used to really give me a hard time and I was so stupid that I never realized that she liked me too. We ended up at the same high school and would see each other quite often in the halls. I would usually just smile or wave. Most of the time, it seemed she didn't know I existed. Maybe I was too goofy for her, which seemed to be the consensus of most girls at our school. In our senior year, we found ourselves in the same school club, and it seemed I would finally have my chance to talk to her and tell her how I felt. When the day came that I got the courage to approach her, another guy that I knew from the soccer team came up behind her and kissed her on the cheek. My hopes were dashed again. I spent the rest of that year thinking about her supple breasts. I would daydream about getting her into a corner to kiss her and show her that I was a man and not that goofy boy she met four years ago, but it never happened. We graduated and never spoke again. I'd heard from several friends that she was married and had moved to Arizona. I myself had moved away to Chicago, so I didn't think I'd ever see her again. I hadn't thought about Tracy in years. I've been traveling for the last year and was checking into a hotel in Cleveland when someone came up behind me and put their hands over my eyes. "Guess who?" an unfamiliar voice said. "I have no idea," I said to the mysterious set of hands. I turned around and found a gorgeous woman standing there. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" I asked. "Chris, it's me, Tracy," she said. Immediately I flushed red as the girl I had always wanted to fuck the hell out of was standing in a hotel lobby in front of me. My blood started to rush into my cock and I had no idea what to do. "What are you doing in Cleveland?" she asked me. "I travel a lot. I'm going to be here for the next few days. Maybe I should ask you the same thing," I said. Tracy explained that she was there for a conference and she was just heading in to the first session. We both agreed to meet up later that night for drinks in the hotel bar. I gave her a huge hug and smiled as I walked away, wishing she would follow me to my room instead. I spent the rest of the day sitting in meetings and anticipating our reunion tonight. Finally meetings were over and I made my way back to the hotel. I rushed to my room and changed into a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt. When I walked into the bar, she was sitting there waiting. I took a deep breath and walked up to her. She looked incredible; she did not look her age at all. I tapped her on the shoulder. "Is this seat taken?" I asked. "Yes. I'm waiting for an old friend, but you can keep me company until he gets here," she stated with a smile. I laughed and sat down. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and we started to catch up. We talked for what seemed hours and drank until we both had a good buzz. "I've always liked you Tracy," I blurted out. I was immediately embarrassed that I'd said it, but she just put her hand on my leg and smiled. "Why didn't you say anything then?" she asked. "I was way too goofy and didn't think you would ever go out with me," I explained. She smiled and grabbed my hand. "I always had the biggest crush on you, Chris, but you were always dating other girls. I never thought I had a chance with you," she said. We both laughed that all this time we both had wanted the same thing. Another drink and we both had that look in our eyes. I leaned towards her and kissed her. She kissed me back and smiled. "Do you want to come up to my room?" I asked. "I thought you would never ask," she said with a grin. We got to my room and I closed the door. She stood there looking just as beautiful as I remembered. I moved towards her, took her in my arms and started kissing her. Our tongues played as our lips touched. I ran my hands all over her body and then slid them under her skirt. She moaned as I played with her pussy through her panties. I slowly slid her panties down and then pulled my shirt over my head in one motion. "Chris, you look like you did in high school," she said as my bare chest rippled in her hand. "See what you were missing Tracy?" I told her. I unbuttoned her shirt and her huge breasts looked like they were going to pop out of her bra. I remembered staring at them wishing I could lick them all over. She slid her bra off and dropped it on the floor. She reached over, unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. "Chris, I never knew you were that thick," she said with an amazed look on her face. I slid my jeans down and she took her skirt off and we stood there completely naked. I grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed. I slid my hand between her legs and she began to moan. I wanted to know how she tasted so I licked up one side of her thigh and down the other. When I got to her fully shaved pussy, I started to lick up one side and down the other. She moaned as I pushed my face in deeper. I flicked her swollen clit with my tongue and she screamed as she had her first orgasm. I slid my fingers inside her soaked pussy and she arched her back, begging for my hard cock. "Fuck me, Chris!" she screamed. I moved to her huge tits and ran my tongue around her erect nipples. I made my way to her face and sat up, taking my hard cock and running it up and down her soaked pussy. She pulled me in and gasped as my thick member filled her. I started to push in and out as she moaned, wrapping her legs around my back. I thrust harder as she came again. I continued to thrust as she ripped her nails into my tensed up back. "I want you to fill my mouth, Chris," she said. I pulled out and stood over her with my cock twitching and ready to fill her mouth. She grabbed my cock and started to suck it. I was so close and her mouth felt so good that I came quickly, my cock shooting hot cum into her mouth. She squeezed it hoping to get every ounce out of my cock. I shuddered as I filled her up with my sweet load. I collapsed next to her as we laughed at what we had just done. "That was worth the wait now, wasn't it?" she said, giggling. "Yep. Just think we still have the next few days together to do it whenever you want too," I said. We both laughed again and slowly drifted off with her head on my chest. Two Old Friends Plus One Karl stared at the phone in his hand after flipping it closed. "Well this might be an interesting trip home after all," was the statement he made to the air in his empty living room. He had just finished up a three hour long, catch-up conversation with someone from his past. Someone he had shared more than just a dorm room and later a frat house double with at college. Much more. Much, much more. As he tossed the cell to the coffee table and headed for the kitchen, he continued the one-sided conversation with the dust bunnies in the room. "So, Roger...after nearly no contact at all for over ten years, suddenly out-of-the-blue you just happen to stumble across me on Facebook and 'friend request' me a week ago? Then in the span of one phone call, you pick right up where we left off before I moved to LA. Talking like we were still twenty-year-old frat brothers helping plan a Saturday night party back at good old Delta Upsilon back in college." Karl paused his oratory long enough to drain the final dregs of lukewarm coffee from the pot on the counter to the cup in his hand. He swallowed a half mouthful as he wandered back to the couch in the living room. "So buddy, with me showing up back home after all these years away, you decide it's time for a reunion, eh?" * * * * * Karl and Roger had grown up together in the little wide-spot-in-the-road known as Centerville, Tennessee. It was referred to as 'the Buckle of the Bible Belt' by most of the residents thanks to the proliferation of churches in the small community. They had met in Vacation Bible School when they were four-years-old, and after Roger's parents joined the same congregation later that summer, they quickly became best friends. By the end of first grade, they were almost joined at the hip and remained that way through all twelve years of school. Sleepovers at each others houses were almost a constant thing starting in junior high. They got jobs at the same supermarket Roger's family owned. They took the same classes. About the only thing they didn't share was Roger's jock status with sports and Karl's fixation with the drama club and working on the yearbook staff. They fished, hunted, and camped out together. They even lost their virginity together on a secluded back road in Roger's 1982 Firebird after their junior prom in 1985....Karl and his date folded up like yesterday's newspaper in the back seat and Roger and his date contorting themselves around the console and bucket seats in front. They double-dated so much, it was a running joke with the girls in high school, if you want to date one of them, you just accepted you will be dating both. By the time they graduated, they were the poster guys for what an unbreakable lifetime friendship that shared everything looked like. No one knew though, what all they did share. It came as no surprise to anyone when they went off to college together too. After some fancy deal making when they checked into the dorms at the University of Tennessee at Knoxville the fall of 1986, they ended up as roommates their freshman and sophomore years. When the Deltas successfully recruited Roger during rushes two years later, he quickly let it be known he and Karl were a package deal. It took little more than mentioning Karl's 3.85 GPA and love of tutoring to convince them to extend a dual offer of membership. Unsurprisingly, they shared a room in the frat house when they moved in at the beginning of their junior year. Joint tenancy of a room at the frat was not much different from how it had been in the dorms the two previous years. They still had the same sock-under-the-door signal that one or the other had a hot piece of ass inside. They both also still ignored the obvious clue if they had brought something equally hot and horny back to the room. The only unwritten rule they had about the compact room and dates, was 'Make sure you've told your chick total privacy may not happen and they won't be freaked out if fucking ends up going on in both beds.' It actually was a rule that worked, thanks in part to the reputation both had developed all over the UT campus of being two of the college's most talented studs. Roger was known for being very creative with positions and also the ability to get a little kinky if encouraged to do so. Karl's rep centered around his 'Energizer Bunny' stamina and world class oral talents. The one thing about both that was eventually suspected by most of their frat brothers but never directly mentioned or tossed in their faces other than jokingly, was the belief that Roger was a little more kinky than he admitted and Karl's oral fixation wasn't limited to eating female pussy. On the rare occasions someone would make a crack about them being closet cases, everyone would laugh and Karl and Roger would just knowingly grin at each other. Even with their reps speaking for them, they had both know the truth since a late night, camp out jack off session turned into a 'buddies helping each other out' during the summer between their sophomore and junior years of high school. By the time they were half way through their freshman year at UT, Karl was already accepting his natural inclination moving ever so solidly into the 'sex-with-guys' column on the Kinsey scale, but maintained the 'mostly straight' facade to protect Roger. It was a major event when he finally managed to quietly mumble to Karl one night when they were cuddled up in afterglow following a particularly intense man-on-man session, "Maybe I'm bi." Roger never really broached the topic again and Karl respected his silence. That's what a fuck buddy does for for someone on the down-low he has fallen in love with. And fallen in love was the definitive statement. Karl knew it and he figured Roger did too. Knew it; not just suspected it. Karl tending to easily get a little overly passionate when they would make out was certainly a pretty substantial hint. Roger liked being held and his well-toned body touched and stroked. He responded very positively to the licks, nibbles, and nips to his neck and ears. It only took a light brush across his full lips to have him willingly trading spit during foreplay. Then there were all the times he blocked the internal questioning from his mind and totally relaxed into making love with another man. For Karl, it was utopia. But Roger had a line in the sand with similar activities following orgasms. It was probably due partially to the self-realization he was as turned on...physically and emotionally...as he had been with any girl he had ever slept with. The one time they made a snowball after doing sixty-nine didn't help any either since Roger apparently suddenly realized he had not only, yet again, just taken his life-long best friend's load in his mouth, but had also just passionately co-mingled it on each others tongues before staring into each others eyes as they swallowed. Karl at least made him laugh and much calmer when he deadpanned, "It's just the gay version of becoming blood brothers, dude. It doesn't mean you aren't allowed to stick your dick in a wet twat again." Roger responded with, "I know. And I couldn't love you any more if you were my actual brother. You know that, Karl." There had been a slightly sheepish smile on his face and he had totally ignored the word 'gay' in the statement from Karl. It was as if he didn't really want to deal with the fact he knew his best friend was changing teams and he was still sharing the same bed with him at least a couple times every week. He knew he wasn't gay too...he just liked getting totally physical with his best bud. Growing up almost 100% straight in the hills of Tennessee in the 1980's was still in Roger's mind and bloodstream and he wasn't ready to grapple with all the possibilities and ramifications that came with the bisexual label either. Quite possibly, he never would be. Karl accepted that and never pushed for a discussion that might well end very badly. He grew up the same way with the same qualms, but he was close to ready to fully embrace the gay tag thanks to the emotions Roger had awaken within him. He also knew Roger was only bi at best. Yes, he would have given most anything for them to end up as lovers for life, but knew it wouldn't happen. Karl wasn't willing to chance losing what did exist between them with a conversation that would be a can of worms that didn't need opened. A week later, that same can from way back when would be sitting dead center of the picnic table on Roger's...and his wife of more than twenty-five-years'...patio while they cranked up the grill for a private Labor Day cookout. * * * * * Several times during the flight from California and most of the drive in the rental car from the Nashville airport to Roger and Denise's country home outside Centerville, the same 'What if's?' kept surfacing in his thoughts. They had gotten married two years after he and Roger had graduated from UT. Roger had moved back to the small town with the ink still wet on his Bachelors in Business and Marketing. As the only son, he became the immediate heir-apparent to the family supermarket operation when he was brought back in as assistant manager. Denise was a year younger than him and they had dated for a while in high school. She had been one of the very few females from back then who never gave in to his overly active, testosterone-driven, teenage hormones. They started dating again and told him right off, she was still a virgin and would be when she walked down the aisle. Karl, of course, had been Roger's best man. He had snagged a job in Nashville with a huge national company and would often come home for weekends to visit his parents and see his best bud. They also continued their physical relationship on those visits. He knew Roger was seeing Denise seriously, and Karl and her bonded well. So well he considered her his first 'fag hag.' But her "No pussy until I hear 'I do' " stance kept Roger horned up and more than willing to start things every time Karl hit town. Karl sure didn't complain or refuse him. Even though he wasn't open about being gay, he knew Roger knew and something told him Denise had a good clue also. It just never got discussed. Between any of them. There was still that "Don't ask, don't tell, just get in bed with me," unstated agreement between him and Roger. When Karl was there for a weekend, it was just like back in high school again except there was no girl on Karl's arm this time. Karl, Roger, and Denise were more like a 'Threes Company' episode than a couple and a best friend out on the town together. Then came the weekend when Roger and Karl had their last romp in bed. Roger had been the most passionate he had ever been. Even to the point of making out while he slowly and very lovingly worked his cock in and out of Karl's willing ass. Kissing during full-on sex was something Roger had never done before. Not with Karl anyway. Once the foreplay was over with, and it got to the down and dirty, Roger always shifted to the same "It's just two buddies helping each other out" mental state he had since they began their physical relationship back in high school. But this time he showed Karl a side he had wanted to see so badly...had fantasized about...had massive wet dreams about...had begged God to let him see: Roger truly making love to him. Roger even gently kissed him over and over afterwards as they held each other. Karl was beyond ecstatic and returned the passion in spades. Then Roger dropped the bomb! Still holding him like a three year old snuggles with a teddy bear, Roger spoke softly as he stroked the side of Karl's face. "I had to do that with you, Karl. I owed that to you. I needed you to know that I always did love you and always will. And I needed you to know that even though that was our last time, my feelings will always be there for you." After a short pause, he added, "I hope you will feel the same way and all that will change after tonight is we can't ever do this again." Karl's brain was zinging back and forth between a virgin bride on her wedding night and the long term wife that's just been served divorce papers. He finally blurted out, "What the hell, Roger? Last time? Never again? What the fuck is going on?" "Denise agreed to marry me tonight," was the overly simplistic answer he gave. "I have to be totally straight from this point on. You do understand don't you?" Before Karl could finish replaying the flashback of that evening in his mind, he was turning into their driveway and shifted his focus...and the sudden hard-on he had developed...to other things. That memory was too real and still erotic to him two and a half decades later. It was obvious to him he was still carrying a torch for his first love. First hell...Roger had been the only man he had ever completely loved. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled hard as if that motion would give him internal strength to see his best friend again and keep the emotions he still had for him in check for the weekend. * * * * * The sun had dropped behind the nearby mountains as Denise placed two more beers in front of her husband and Karl and took a seat with them at the table beside the pool. A wide smile and "Thanks babycakes" came from Roger. Karl added his gratitude also, but had to manage to do so while hiding the slight cringe as he remembered Roger using the same pet name with him nearly thirty years ago. As each of the guys took a quick pull on their beers, Denise shifted the conversation to more personal questions than had been topics during the initial reunion and while grilling and eating. "So Karl, you really don't have someone special in your life? No Mister Right...or Mister Right Now even? I mean you guys have 'fuck buddies' just like the single straight ones have 'friends with benefits' don't you?" "Sheesh, Denise. Why don't you ask him if he is a top or bottom while you have the microscope out? What's next on your list? Whether he spits or swallows?" The smirk on Roger's face said they were mostly sarcastic comments. Karl laughed since he knew Roger knew the answer to both. From personal and up-close experience. He then joined in the jousting fun with, "I'll answer both those right after ol' Rog admits he lets you use your dildo on him." "Hey now buddy! That one time back in college with that flaky chick I went home with after the homecoming frat party was supposed to be our little secret. Damn! Next you'll be showing her our secret handshake." "You mean the one where you wrap your palm and fingers around each others hard cocks and shake it until it pukes white? Already know all about that one, dear." The wide grin on her face was partially hidden by the tall glass of gin and tonic she started sipping on, but Karl caught the "Your turn" look her eyes were giving Roger. "You did have a rep in the frat for going through more baby lotion and hand towels than the rest of our floor combined," Karl teased. "Oh...so this is going to be 'Gang up on Roger' night, is it?" "Wouldn't be the first time you've been in a threesome from the stories you told me before I agreed to marry you. You confessed to pretty much everything except being on the grassy knoll in Dallas, if I remember correctly." Denise took another sip of her drink and her eyes seemed to say 'Checkmate' or at least 'Check to you honey' anyway. "Granted I admitted to that. I sure wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to chow down on some sweet freshman pussy wiggling on my face while my bone was getting ridden hard by another one. Hell, we got more than a little crazy at some of the parties. But I think I would be able to remember it if I had been in a three way with another guy involved." Karl simply nursed his beer as he watched and listened to the ongoing exchanges between them. There had been some wild discussions about Roger's extensive sexual history when he would come visit them the first year or so they were married, but this was all new ground being broken and he was really curious what would be said next. Denise sat her drink down and matter-of-factly stated, "From what you've and I've overhead other frat brothers confirming, Karl was the one with all the oral talent in your room." She shot a quick wink at her husband and then turned to Karl to ask, "Right Karl?" The grin on her face was unnerving. 'How the fuck do I answer that?' flashed through Karl's mind faster than Superman ever raced any bullet. He shot a desperate look at Roger which was worthless since his friend was doubled over in laughter. Finally, he eeked out a mumbled "I guess five star ratings from three sorority houses might have meant something." He added a shrug of his shoulders to punctuate the reply. He was certain his face was glowing red at this point too. "Well you know I was a virgin until that horn dawg over there talked me into letting him have my cherry. And since you can't fart in this small town without it being front page news the next day, his favorite toy has been the only one I've ever used my oral skills on. You guys are the ones that got to have your play time sampling the whole buffet while I was on a diet waiting for a wedding cake." Roger reached over the table to take Denise's hand. "Is that just an observation or a regret sweetie?" There was a slight trace of seriousness in the question. "You want permission to blow the pool boy or something?" The wide grin that appeared on his face lightened the mood again. 'Oh hell no, Roger. If I'm going to make someone's ear lobes sweat beside yours, it isn't going to be some kid that will most likely empty his balls before I even get started good. I would want a man with some age and plenty of experience that can appreciate the effort I put into it. You know I consider the way I give head as a work of art." The gargantuan smile that filled Roger's face said he knew she did. "I've sure never had a complaint, have I?" was what he declared with confidence. "Yes, but you have something to measure that against. I don't. I've never gotten any man off but you, so I don't know whether I'm really that good, or if you have just been being kind to me complimenting me all these years. It could be that I suck at sucking and you just don't want to tell me. Right?" In order to keep from bursting out laughing at the crazy back-and-forth going on, Karl finally interjected, "So is this what foreplay looks like for straight people the closer you get to fifty? Or is this the sex too...where you just talk about it?" He couldn't help letting a 'snort' escape from his nose and tightly pinched lips following the poke. He tacked on, "Just tell me when it's time for me to go so you can take your Viagra." Roger jumped all over the multiple cracks with, "Any foreplay is good. You know that. It's what got your gay dick up and ready when there was a pair of big tits working it. And don't be rushing that fifty thing. I've still got two years before that happens. Aint no little blue pills in my medicine cabinet either. All the parts still work like they did at eighteen." Roger stuck a period on his small diatribe by leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms, and grinning from ear-to-ear. Denise turned her attention to Karl again and inquired, "Is that even possibly true, Karl? That the old man's cock is just as good as it was thirty years ago. You're the only person I can ask that would probably know." "Um. Well. Geeze Diane. I saw him beat off a lot of times at that age, but jerking off and having real sex usually have different methods for getting to the same goal. One it's all about speed and the other isn't." As Karl finished his comment, he realized his own pole was acting like it was eighteen itself with all the sex talk. Subtly as he could, he used his palm to shift the boner he had popped in his jeans. As odd as he found it, he admitted to himself he was still very aroused by his best friend. Between all the memories being recalled during the day and now his wife talking so bluntly about sex and the past, he had boned up at least a half dozen times. He didn't know how Roger and Denise planned to handle however all this was affecting them, but his hand already had a date for later in the evening for sure. Diane's next comment made him rethink that plan though. Two Old Friends Plus One "Roger. Tell me again how you told me everything about your past before we got married." "I did. You know that." "Everything? All of it? No little 'Opps' details left out?" Roger paused to glance at Karl for a moment. The look he gave him said 'Hope you're cool with this, buddy' without verbalizing it. Fixing his eyes between both his wife and his longtime friend, he simply stated, "If I admitted to everything Karl and I did, what else could there possibly be you haven't been told?" Karl wasn't sure if the noise he heard in his ears was the universe exploding or just his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest. He knew the breath he was holding in could have been rated as a category five hurricane if he ever managed to expel it. His eyes were open so wide they hurt and he was sure his jaw had bounced off the table at least twice. The one thing that had never been talked about was that claim Roger made to him and Denise several times many years ago. That she "knew everything" about him and his sordid studly past. Karl remembered him using the term "male slut" more than once with her to underscore his jumping everything that would hold still long enough for him to find a wet spot or had a willing mouth. But the long term physical relationship they had shared was never questioned or confirmed as far as him telling Denise that little tidbit of his sexual score card. Karl was completely bamboozled by the sudden admission now. "Well now that that is finally out in the open..." Denise began as she turned to face Karl, "...exactly what is it you do that made even my sexually egotistical husband admit you were better at oral sex than he was? I've heard him say you could eat pussy for three hours which is enough to make me moist as a Lil' Debbie cake all by itself, but what else? Some special techniques? You trace the alphabet on their labia with your tongue tip? Suck on their clit hard enough to make it blow up like a balloon? Lemme guess...you're really a whale with a two foot tongue and can breathe through the top of your head? Twisting in her chair again to look at Roger, she ended her questions with, "And if he was that good with carpet munching, then dare I ask how he rated against me with blow jobs?" Karl was hard as steel and straining against his jeans. He was wanting to stand up and show it off to both of them; but also wishing he could slip off his chair to hide under the table until his knees were again strong enough to allow him to rapidly crawl to his car. All this was totally unexpected and while Denise didn't appear to be the least bit upset, she was popping off with some things that could have easily been taken as a very pissed off wife unloading decades of pent up anger and hurt at both guilty parties. Karl was the most aroused he had been in years, and simultaneously the most unsure he had ever been of what to do next in an unusual situation. He rapid-fired the same two questions to his brain over and over: 'What the fuck do they want me to do?' and 'Where is the appropriate/non-appropriate line at the moment?' His brain was as silent as the hanging air at the table. He was positive the look on his face had to be a combination of deep fear and unstoppable lust...not exactly two things that blend well together in facial expressions or rational thinking. Finally, Roger broke the stillness. He had been sitting back in his chair with the proverbial Cheshire cat grin on his face, but leaned forward to speak. His hand dropped to Karl's lap and touched him like he hadn't in almost thirty years. A manly cupping of his box that became a slow massaging of the lump hidden behind the blue denim. "I think the last time I saw that look on your face was when you were a freshman at UT and discovered you had just fucked the Dean of Students' daughter for her eighteenth birthday present. I still think that was what made you go gay. Well that and me doing this to you every so often." That line broke up Denise in laughter which gave Karl unstated permission to finally breathe again. The fact Karl was reacting positively...or at least his cock was...to the ongoing attention Roger was giving his crotch gave an unsaid permission to Roger to keep it up. As he moved his fingers to undo Karl's belt he murmured, "I believe my darling wife wants you to show your pussy eating talent to her while she gives me a long sensuous blow job." Karl's jeans were unsnapped and his zipper slowly tugged down as Denise nodded with a smile on her face. When Roger peeled back the fly to expose the fact Karl was dressed commando, Denise audibly moaned and Roger wrapped his long fingers around the pulsing shaft. As he gripped it tightly and began pulling gently on it, he said, "That's assuming of course, you would like to get naked with both of us?" Karl was so lost in the long-held, deep emotions for Roger, his love for the woman he loved, and his groin sending messages of pure pleasure to his brain, all he could do was look at Roger and nod. By the time the goosebumps on his arms had spread to the rest of his body and he was literally quivering in delight, Denise got up, moved to beside him, and began to pull his golf tee over his head. "You just enjoy this and let Roger and I make it ball happen," came from her lips. It had to have. Karl had opened his eyes and watched them move and heard the words, even though he wasn't certain he believed they had been said. He finally managed to make his own voice produce something besides guttural growls and softly said to both of them, "I don't think I have ever been more turned on in my entire life." His eyes immediately snapped shut again as Roger lowered his face and took Karl's leaking mushroom between his lips. The animalistic moans were quickly muffled as Denise stripped off her skimpy halter top and rubbed one of her more than ample breasts across his lips as she held his head tight to it. "Roger always said you were a tit man in high school. Why don't you show me how true that is by..." Her words ended trailing off into her own gasps of pleasure as Karl inhaled her left nipple and gently chewed on it while he used one hand to knead the right one, and used his other hand to guide Roger's head bobbing on his cock. Roger willingly submitted to his face being fucked with the upward thrusts of Karl's hips and the downward pushes on the back of his head. He finally slipped to his knees on the wooden deck and swallowed Karl's tool all the way to his bushy pubes over and over. As his tonsils were getting continually bumped and coated with precum, Roger slipped the hand that wasn't rolling Karl's balls in it, and used it to undo his wife's Daisy Dukes and slide them down her still shapely thighs and calves. It was no surprise at all to Karl that Denise had no underwear on either. He leaned his head forward, planted his face into her well-trimmed lady shrubbery, and inhaled deeply. A hint of roses filled his nostrils that he wasn't sure was a douche or her perfume, but in either case it was a very pleasant aroma. It was the first time in many, many years he had been up close and personal with female snatch, but he still remembered how to make the rest of the body it was attached to react. He slipped his tongue between the folds in search of the prize most straight guys keep forgetting is there. Just like the male G-spot he had and thoroughly enjoyed getting smacked by the moist head of a dick, every female has one also. It normally is quite easily accessible with a middle finger and very happy to have that finger join with an invading tongue that is giving suitable attention to her clit at the same time. His concentration to both those spots when he was playing the woman field for appearances sake, was a huge part of the reason he had the rep as an oral stud in high school and on campus at the university. The real secret to Karl's success though was rooted in the fact he enjoyed giving pleasure to a partner more than he enjoyed getting that pleasure back. That applied both to his one-night-stand female conquests and even more so to the object of his deepest love...Roger. Many nights in the privacy of their room, he would spend an hour or more fellating Roger and making him blow his wad several times. Then when it was his turn he would simply snuggle into Roger's arms and have him hold him and play with his nipples and balls while Karl jerked himself to his own orgasm. It seemed very one-sided at times, but Roger finally understood Karl was mainly a giver when it came to sex and his job was to lay back and enjoy it. Along with the occasional reciprocal head job or sixty-nine of course. It wasn't long before Roger pulled his mouth off Karl and quickly removed his own clothes. He watched for another moment or two as Karl continued to chow down on Denise's muff, then ordered her to step away and told Karl to get his jeans off his ankles and lay down on the huge pool float that had mysteriously appeared on the deck. Karl stood up, his long thick cock bobbing in the air like a just popped up Jack-in-the-box, shook his feet out of the Levis, and quickly re-positioned himself on his back on the rubber mattress. He looked up inquisitively at both Roger and Denise standing on each side over him as if to say, "You guys are directing this movie...I'm just the extra you hired for the day." Roger smiled down at his old friend and squatted over his face long enough to drag his impressive cock and heavy balls back and forth across his face a few times. Roger lustfully licked them as he did and his cock grew even harder as all the times of him sucking that dick to explosion in his mouth flooded his brain as one continuous memory. Roger enjoyed the tease of Karl's lips and tongue and the memories of his own they created before standing back up and motioning for Denise to take the spot he was abandoning. As soon as his wife began to lower herself to Karl's waiting and wagging tongue, Roger swung a leg over Karl's upper torso and waited for Karl to have Denise in total ecstasy via his mouth. It only took Karl a moment or so to have Denise writhing on his face and sending thanks skyward to God, Jesus, Yahweh, Buddha, Yahweh, Mohammad, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. At that point, Roger's plan to step forward and slowly rub his oozing cock head over her lips and cheeks before invading her mouth with it and using his fleshy shaft as a tonsil cleaner was circumvented by a nearly out of control Denise. She grabbed his hips, looked up into his eyes with a lust he had never seen before, and in a voice he didn't recognize, growled out one command before she yanked his throbbing rod to her mouth: "Make me suck you off like I never have before and the way you want me to while your former lover makes me erupt like Mt. Vesuvius. Gawd can he eat pussy!" No more words came from her because before Roger could even make a single move, Denise had impaled herself with his cock. For the next thirty minutes, the only intelligible sounds coming from the pool deck were from Roger. But then again, his mouth was the only one that wasn't stuffed full of either hard cock or dripping pussy. Karl continued to bring Denise to one orgasm after another with just his lips, tongue, and teeth; and Denise finally had him close to the point of no return. He had reached down a few minutes earlier and slapped Karl's hand off his own dick and replaced it with his. Thew way it pulsed from the strokes Roger began taking on it said Karl was as close as he was to having the damn holding back his load breaking. With a quick movement, Roger managed to lean back far enough without Denise losing her lip lock on him, to poke his spit-wet middle finger through Karl's anal ring and search for his magic button with the tip. That stunt took Karl off the cliff and he went even wilder with his mouth than he had been to bring Denise to one more orgasmic high. As Denise felt her juices start to flow yet again, she began taking her husband deeper in her throat than she ever had before and when his hips bucked and he announced his cum tube was filling, she used her hand to milk him like a dairy cow. Roger's load was massive and the length of it made him yank on Karl's dick in his hand even faster. Even with Denise squirming on his face like an earthworm on a hot rock in the desert at high noon in mid August, Karl managed to cut loose with a euphoric roar that would have scared the biggest lion in the jungle back to its den, as he came like Yellowstone's Old Faithful geyser in Roger's hand and all over all three of their bodies. It was by far, the largest and long-lasting climax he had had in the last twenty years. * * * * * As all three cuddled together under the moon while sipping wine Denise had had chilling while they consummated their long friendship in a way never before attempted, the afterglow talked ranged all over the board. When the conversation finally lulled, the five minutes of accompanying silence was eventually broken by Denise. As she snuggled between both of them, she poised a question. "You know what guys?" As if on cue, both Karl and Roger replied jointly as one voice, "What's that, sexy lady?" Taking both flaccid cocks in her palms, she answered with, "Once you two have your batteries recharged enough that these will get all hard again, I want you to do something that I think would be almost as hot to me as what that little romp was." Karl glanced towards Roger and gave him an ''I'm game if you are' look. Roger nodded back at him before he kissed Denise's cheek and asked, "What would that be babycakes?" The corner of her mouth turned up in an almost evil grin as she laid out round two for them. "Roger, I want to get my favorite vibrator and use it while I watch as you find out exactly how talented Karl is with that amazing mouth of his. And I don't mean just a blow job either. I want him to eat your man pussy like he just ate mine, and when you can't stand the mind rush and colors you are seeing any longer and Karl is just as wound up from the seeing the total pleasure all over your face and both of you really need to get down to seriously working on emptying those balls again..." In unison, Karl and Roger both said, "Yes, Denise? And?" "...And you can watch me screw myself silly with my dildo while I watch you both sixty-nine like you used to back in college. There's just something about that visual in my head of you two studs doing each other back then, that I can't live without seeing for real." She fluttered her eyelids for effect and then finished her pitch with, "If you do that for me,then for round three, Karl can fuck you, Roger, while you fuck me. Plus, in that position, we can all three make out at the same time. I know that's something you both want to try and never have, right?" No more words were necessary as Karl and Roger simply smiled and nodded in agreement with Denise's ideas. In less than a couple of minutes, the air was filled with the low hum of the toy's small motor working with fresh batteries at high speed, after Karl had pushed Roger to his back, lifted and spread his legs, and buried his face in his virgin rosebud. This coals in the grill may have been long cold, but the heat on the patio could have melted a polar ice cap. And this was only the beginning of a rejuvenated friendship from half a lifetime ago. Author's Note: I hope you have enjoyed my little tale. This is an official entry in the Literotica Summer Lovin' Contest, and I would be most appreciative of you clicking one of the stars below to cast your vote. Just one to a customer please, but you can add a comment also, if you feel so moved. Much love and thanks for reading. JKD