In the kitchen, Chris began to work on getting coffee started as I began to work on getting some bacon frying. I finally realized that frying bacon in just my briefs was not the brightest idea I ever had. I went into my bedroom and grabbed a t-shirt, pulling it on. Of course this brought on some minor ribbing from Chris about me being a wimp. I began to fry the bacon and was still kind of shocked that Chris did not seem to be bothered at all by what had happened between us.
Finally Chris finished with the coffee and toast, and I had the bacon and eggs ready. We both fixed us a plate and grabbed our coffee and sat down at the small table and began to eat.
It was silence in the room at first and then I couldn’t stand it any longer and broke the silence.
“Chris, are you okay with what happened?”
Chris seemed lost in thought for a long time. Each passing second that went by scared the shit out of me. I didn’t’ know what in the world Chris was thinking. He seemed okay with things earlier, but now I wasn’t so sure.
Finally he spoke. “Mike, I don’t know fully what to think about it yet. But surprisingly, yes, I am okay with it.”
“Are you sure? Chris I just got carried away. I will make sure it never happens again.”
“Hey….wait a minute….we don’t have to go that far yet. By the way I wasn’t completely innocent in what happened. Besides I can’t deny I enjoyed it. I told you that was the best blowjob I have ever gotten. Hell it’s the most action my damn dick has gotten in months.”
I looked at him shocked. “What do you mean? Don’t tell me that you aren’t getting any mouth action out of Pam now.”
“Mouth action? I’m not getting any action out of Pam anymore. Hell, I’ve been sleeping in the guest bedroom for seven months now.”
“Seven months? What the hell happened? Why haven’t you told me before now?”
Chris looked as if he was about to lose it. He finally spoke again. “How in the world does a man tell his best friend he has lost control of his house?”
I looked at him puzzled as he continued.
“About eight months ago things started getting tense with us. The baby was just 2 months old. We had started having sex again after she healed from the c-section. It wasn’t great but I chalked it up to her having two kids in the house now…stuff like that. Then about seven months ago, I came home from work to find my stuff moved into the guest room. Pam informed me that she didn’t want to have any more kids and didn’t want to have sex with me anymore. She said I was too big and it hurt too much.”
We both continued to eat and I continued to listen as Chris continued.
“I pleaded with her to talk to the doctor or we could go together. She wouldn’t hear any of it. I asked her what I was supposed to do for sex and she said she didn’t care what I did or who I did. But that I had better be discreet about it because if she or her friends found out I was screwing some whore she would take the kids and move to Washington with her parents and I would never see my kids again. Mike I know she would do it. Mike you know I grew up with just my Mom. I swore my kids would never have to do that. But what am I supposed to do?”
“So what have you been doing?”
“Sleeping in the damn guest room and jacking off every chance I get. As you know walking around moody and with a damn hard on most of the time. And I talked to a lawyer about a divorce, but they said I would have a hard time getting custody due to my job. If she does move to Washington I could be reduced to seeing my kids once or twice a year. Mike I can’t deal with that.”
“Chris, I am so sorry. I had no idea you were going through all of this. Why have you not told me?”
“Mike, I just couldn’t. I needed to try and work it out on my own. Or it could just be my damn pride.”
“Well you have nothing to be embarrassed about with me. My marriage failed before yours did.”
“I know. And it’s not just all that. It’s just hard to talk about.”
“Well anytime you need to talk or anything you know I am here for you.”
Chris took a drink from his coffee, and then smiled at me. “So just how much does anything include?” raising his eyebrows and snickering.
“Well that depends on what you had in mind.” I said, trying to be just as coy as him.
I took a drink of my coffee and nearly spit it out when Chris said, “Well I have heard you are pretty good with that ass of yours.”
Chris just laughed as I nearly choked on my coffee.
“And just where did you hear that information from.”
“Sorry I can’t reveal my sources.”
I just stared at him, and went back to eating. After awhile, Chris spoke again, “So what about it. Does that offer include access to that ass of yours?”
Chris once again laughed at my surprised look. I sat studying him, trying to figure out if he was being real or pulling some kind of joke. I was also wondering where in the hell this was coming from. At the same time I was getting turned on and felt a stirring in my briefs.
“Chris, where is this coming from? Are you serious?”
With that Chris stood up and grabbed the front of his briefs, holding on to his hard cock which was lying off to the left side of his white briefs and was already leaking leaving a wet spot near the head of his cock. “Does this look like I am joking?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off Chris. At that moment he looked hotter to me than he had ever looked before. Not only is Chris a great guy, but he is a great looking guy. Chris is 6 foot tall, 200 pounds, very muscular from working out, dark brown hair, green eyes, and that summer, and every summer, he was fully tanned. His body is and was at that time covered all over with a light splattering of dark brown hair which is thickest in the center of his chest and from his belly button down to his a nicely trimmed covering above and around his cock and balls. I had seen Chris naked many times before this and had seen him in his briefs even more times than that. But again I can’t emphasize enough how hot Chris looked that morning as he stood at the end of the table in his white briefs and holding his hard cock. I wanted him bad. My cock immediately swelled up to its full 7 inches, an achievement it only makes when I am the horniest.
I sat there silent for what probably seemed like forever but was probably only a minute or so. Chris finally spoke again, “So does this look like I am joking?” This time he pushed his crotch forward to make sure I noticed how hard he was.
My mouth was so dry. I could hardly speak. I stuttered but finally got out, “N…n……no.”
Chris moved closer to me. He had not had his shower yet, and his masculine smell hit my nostrils again. It added to the state of arousal I was feeling. I watched as Chris began to stroke his dick through his underwear. With his smell, and looking at him, I honestly felt like I was going to shoot my load any second.
“Doesn’t it look like he wants you Mike?” Chris said taunting me.
I continued to stare. Chris finally took my hand and placed it over his dick. I could feel how hot it was even through his briefs. I turned my chair and Chris moved so that he was right in front of me. I leaned in and kissed his cock through his briefs.
“That’s it. Keep doing that.” Chris whispered.
I began to suck on the head, adding to the wet spot already there. At the same time I cupped his balls, and massaged them.
“Oh yes baby. Play with my balls. I love that.”
I continued to work his balls with my hands, at the same time moving down to suck on them through his briefs as well. I buried my nose in the center, breathing in the wonderful aroma of his briefs and balls. He smelled great; a mixture of his sweat, cum, and piss. I will never forget that smell.
I kissed back up and began kissing his stomach and on up to his chest. As I took first his left nipple, and then his right nipple in my mouth, gently sucking and biting them, Chris began to moan.
I continued kissing and licking my way up Chris’ body, exploring all of him. I sucked and kissed on his neck and then his ears. My hand stayed on his cock and balls, finally slipping inside his briefs. Chris began to grind against my hand as I worked his neck and ears. Everything was fine until I moved to try to kiss him. Chris backed away and moved his mouth off to the side.
I could quickly tell something had changed. I pulled back and sat down. I looked up at Chris, “Is everything okay?”
Chris sat on the edge of the table. “Yes. I guess I am just not ready for all of this. I thought I was, but now I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you thought you were ready for this? Chris have you been thinking about this?”
Chris hesitated and stuttered for a moment but finally said, “Yes.”
“For how long Chris?”
“Not long. Just the last week or so. I have debated about what to do, and the hornier I got, I thought about you and the more I thought about you, the more I remembered what was said about your ass. I thought what could it hurt.”
He looked over at me. I started to speak but Chris kept talking. “Mike, I can’t go to some prostitute or pick up some girl. I could lose my kids if I did. This is great. Pam would never expect anything going on with me and you. We have been friends for years and we constantly hang out with one another and go out of town together. It doesn’t have to be all the time, just hook up from time to time. It will keep me from straying and losing my kids.”
“So when you get horny enough you just want to call me up and stick you dick in my mouth and ass and then go on your merry way. I take it that it will be all about blowjobs and fucking, no kissing. What do you think I get out of this?”
“When you say it like that it sounds bad. Sorry Mike, I’m just horny and not thinking with the right head. I’m sorry. I wish I hadn’t said anything. Just forget it Mike.”
Chris picked up his plate and cup, sitting them on the kitchen counter, as he began to run some water to wash the dishes. I sat there watching him. I kept thinking about his way of thinking. I also kept watching Chris. One thing I could not deny I wanted him. Could I do things the way he wanted them? Was that enough for me? All of these thoughts kept running through my mind. I guess he wasn’t the only one not thinking with his big head that day.
I finally got up and took his hand. He started to speak but I stopped him and said, “Don’t say anything. We can work out all the semantics later. But for now, just come with me.”
We went into his bedroom. He had the bigger bed, and I wanted us to have plenty of room. I sat down on the bed, and Chris stood before me. I stuck my fingers inside the waist band of his briefs and pulled him between my legs. I noticed that his cock had softened some from before. I stroked it and leaned in to kiss the head through his briefs. I could feel him begin to harden and lengthen.
I stopped and pulled his briefs down to his ankles. He stepped out of them. I picked them up and held them up to my nose and sniffed them. Chris just looked at me as if I was crazy. I looked up at him and said, “Don’t judge me.”
I could have gone on all day sniffing his briefs, but I laid them aside as I looked as Chris’ cock now at full mast. It looked so good. Chris smiled as his cock and his nuts jerked upward. He spread his gorgeous hair covered legs open more. I reached out and rubbed his nuts. They felt so awesome. He was just looking at me, enjoying it. He was moaning and telling me how good it felt. I rubbed his balls for a few minutes and then turned my attention to his hard cock which was sticking straight up -- hard and so very stiff, thick and awesome. I took hold of it firmly in my hand. I was in heaven. It felt so hard beneath a smooth velvety skin covering. He was cut but still had a nice amount of loose skin on his hard cock. I started to slide back and forth making Chris thrust his hips forward and moan a little.
"God that feels so fucking good.” he said.
But I wanted more than just touching Chris’ cock. I wanted that cock back in my mouth. I wanted to taste him again. I leaned forward and took that beautiful cock head into my mouth. I felt like I had just died and went to heaven. The taste of his cock was awesome. It was even better this time. Before this time with Chris, I had sucked several cocks, but Chris’ cock in my mouth felt and tasted like the most phenomenal cock I had ever had in my mouth. Add to that knowing I was using my mouth to bring Chris, my best friend, pleasure made it all the more exciting to me. I was doing my very best to make this a great experience for Chris. I started working that cock over, using all my experience to give Chris the best blowjob he ever had. I was still relaxed some from the earlier blowjob, so this time it was easier getting his cock into my throat. Soon I had him inside my mouth, balls deep, his pubic hair resting against my mouth and his balls against my chin.
Chris was moaning and whimpering. He placed his hand on the back of my head and said, "Oh fuck! Yea, that’s it…take it all……yeah man….. that’s it….suck that cock…..don’t stop!"
I was putting everything I had into this blow job. Chris began raking his fingers through my hair and rubbing my shoulders as I took his cock to the hilt. I could again taste his pre-cum and I loved it. Chris finally kept one hand on the back of my head, and I noticed with the other was massaging his left nipple and stomach. His eyes were closed, and he was mumbling. He seemed to be lost in ecstasy.
I pulled off his cock for a moment, and began to work just the head….not wanting Chris to cum too soon. I licked down the shaft and finally took those naked balls of his into my mouth. I sucked on them one at a time. This seemed to drive Chris crazy.
“Oh man….suck on my fucking nuts…..I love that…don’t stop….yessssssss.”
He pushed on the back of my head and pushed my nose into those wonderfully musky nuts. I loved the taste and smell of him.
“You liked the smell of my briefs; well you should love the smell of my fucking nuts.”
And he was so right.
I soon moved back up his shaft, licking that big vein up the center until I reached the head. I once again buried his cock to the hilt in my throat. I worked him about five more minutes. I slipped the middle finger of my right hand into my mouth beside his cock, wetting it with my saliva and some of his pre-cum. I slid my finger down and touched his asshole. I pressed on it with my finger.
Chris jumped. He started to speak, “Wait….”
I stopped him, pulling off his cock. “Just relax and go with it. Trust me.”
I knew Chris would enjoy this. I took his cock back into my mouth, and at the same time slid my finger into his tight asshole. He almost yelled as my wet finger slid further into his tight virgin canal. Then he really went ballistic as I found his prostate and began to work it. He shoved his cock deeper into my throat, almost taking my head off with it.
He started to almost yell, “Holy shit, man! Oh Fuck!!!"
His cock started shooting a load of man nectar into my throat and mouth. It felt like he fired off a quart of man cream into my throat and I was doing my best to swallow it all. I only lost a small amount that leaked out the side of my mouth. I loved it. I was very pleased with myself to get such a large load out of Chris so soon after the other.
I held his cock in my mouth until he finally stopped shooting. Chris finally pulled out and sat beside me on the bed trying to catch his breath. He finally lay back on the bed with his feet hanging off on the floor. He was breathing hard, but seemed so relaxed.
I sat there watching him. I used my hand and scooped up the cum which had leaked from my mouth down to the upper part of my t-shirt. I tasted it. I let it linger in my mouth a moment. It was wonderful. I looked down at Chris. His eyes were closed. He was breathing much calmer now. His cock was still semi-hard, standing slightly erect pointing more south than straight up. A small trickle of cum and semen was leaking out and dripping down on to his balls.
I couldn’t help but to think how lucky I was to be with this man, but I also couldn’t help but wonder where this new relationship…. Relationship? Is this a relationship? Okay whatever it is, I couldn’t help but wonder where this was going to go from here. To be continued…..
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