No matter how much time passes, I’ll never forget the morning that things changed between me and my best friend, Chris. It was the summer of 2010; I was 30 and Chris was 37. Even to this day, the memory of what happened that weekend still stirs my blood and gets a rise out of me.
Chris and I met as children. We attended the same day care and grew up in the same neighborhood together. Even though he was seven years older, he and I became friends and stayed friends. Through the years he became just like a brother to me. He was one of the first people I told about being bisexual, and was one of the only ones who knew for years. He told me he never saw himself doing anything like that, but he had no problem with it at all. After we both got married, our wives became friends as well. We both had houses in the same neighborhood; the four of us were often at one another’s homes and often took vacations together.
When the events of this weekend in 2010 took place, I had been divorced for over a year. I was living with a new girlfriend, and Chris and his wife Pam had accepted her into our circle. The plans for that particular weekend had included all four of us going up to the cabin Chris inherited from his parent’s estate and spend the weekend; something we did quite often either as couples or just Chris and I.
For several weeks leading up to this weekend, I had noticed that Chris’ mood was changing. Chris was usually very easy going; the type of guy to just roll with the punches and go on. But everything seemed to get to Chris. He was short-tempered with his two children, with me, with everyone. I asked him several times if he was okay and he would just tell me to drop it.
A week before we left, Chris called and told me that Pam was not going with us and if I just wanted to take my girlfriend and enjoy the weekend it would be fine with him. I talked to my girlfriend and told her I did not know what was going on with Chris. She insisted Chris and I go alone, maybe go hiking or fishing and maybe Chris would open up. I told Chris that it was just going to be me and him.
Friday morning Chris arrived around ten. It was already very hot and humid. Chris was already grumbling. Everything was bothering him: from the weather to the way I was loading my stuff into the truck. He also informed me that the air went out on his truck. It was a good thing we both were wearing shorts and t-shirts. We finally set off on our three-hour trip. We were both very thirsty already so as soon as we got on the road, I grabbed both of us a beer out of the cooler.
The trip was miserable. It was hot, we were both drenched in sweat. But even more miserable was Chris. Usually on these trips especially if we were alone Chris was jolly and very talkative. This day he was ill and barely said a word. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get him to open up. Another thing I noticed was that Chris was fully erect almost the whole way there. Of course with as big as Chris is in that department and the fact he was only wearing shorts, it would have been hard for him to hide it.
Finally the unbearable trip was over, and we arrived at the cabin. We unloaded the truck and opened up the cabin to let it air out. As soon as we were through, Chris didn’t even hesitate. He immediately ran out the front door. I knew where he was going, and I followed behind him.
I watched him begin to strip his clothes off as he ran. First his shirt, then each shoe, socks, followed by his shorts and briefs in one swoop. As he dived into the cool lake, he yelled, “Last one in has to cook supper.”
I quickly stripped off my clothes and joined him. In the water, Chris seemed like a different person. Gone was the grumpy man from the long trip, and back was the easy-going Chris I had always known. We swam and ultimately as always it turned to wrestling and frolicking in the water, each of us trying to dunk the other. This was something we did quite often. But something was different this time, Chris was hard or at least I thought he was. Chris had never gotten hard like this before. It was finally confirmed when Chris grabbed me in sort of a head lock and twisted me around. He pulled me into him with my back to him. As he pulled me closer, I felt it. He was hard and his hard cock was pressing into my butt. I stopped for a minute and Chris realized I knew it. He pushed me away and took off out of the water, grabbing his clothes as he went back to the cabin.
When I got back to the cabin, he was drying off with a towel and began to pull his briefs and shorts back on.
I went over to him and started to speak, but he stopped me.
“I guess I had better run down to the store and pick up some charcoal. I don’t think we will have enough for the weekend,” Chris said.
Before I could say anything, he was fully dressed and out the door.
The rest of the day and afternoon went about the same. Chris was back in his quiet mood, and just seemed to be going through the motions of the day. I had lost the bet from before and prepared dinner; nothing major just a couple of steaks and potatoes. We ate mostly in silence.
After dinner, we both cleaned up the dishes and then grabbed some beers and headed to the couch to watch a movie on the DVD player. Chris picked one and put it in. We sat in silence awhile, both of us kind of bored with the movie. The silence was broken when Chris let out one of the loudest farts and turned out one of the smelliest farts ever. I pushed him and asked him what crawled up in him and died. I started to get up but he pulled me back down. We soon found ourselves on the floor in one of our good-natured wrestling matches.
After about five minutes, Chris as usual got me pinned. He was on top of me and I felt it again; he was hard and as we continued to wrestle, it was grinding into me from behind. I kind of stopped struggling out of shock. I really did not mean to draw attention to the situation. Chris realized what was going on too, and suddenly got up.
We sat on the couch in silence for awhile before Chris announced he was going to bed.
I looked up at him. “Chris, are you okay? Is there something you would like to talk about?”
He started to speak, but then stopped and walked to the kitchen area to grab another beer. He came back to the couch where I was sitting. He looked down at me. “Mike, I can’t talk about it right now. Give me some time…maybe tomorrow.”
“Okay Chris. But don’t wait too long. You’re scaring me.”
“I won’t buddy.”
With that he began walking to his room. As he walked he let another fart fly. He laughed and said, “Damn those crickets sure are loud this trip.”
I just laughed. At least that seemed more like the Chris I knew.
I sat watching the movie a little longer, but couldn’t really get my mind on it. I finally got up and shut it off. I started walking toward the other small bedroom when I decided I would check on Chris really quick to see if he was okay. When it was just me and Chris at the cabin, we never closed our bedroom doors. After all we had seen each other naked in all kinds of situations over the years.
As I walked to the doorway of Chris’ room, I saw a scene I had seen many other times; Chris was masturbating. The waistband of his white briefs was tucked under his balls, and he was stroking with short, very quick strokes. I could just barely see him and only able to thanks to the faint moonlight entering the cabin. The moonlight on his body made the scene seem even hotter. I could tell that Chris had been at this for awhile. As I watched, I noticed his balls pull up and tighten. I knew he was close to coming. Sure enough, after a few more strokes he took a quick intake of breath, tightened his legs, abs, etc., arched forward and began unloading onto his stomach and chest. His whole body tensed and his toes curled as he shot multiple loads of cum into the air.
I stepped back and leaned against the wall outside his room. I had seen Chris jack-off many times over the years, and it always turned me on. But this time was different. I was harder than I had ever been before. I could still hear Chris breathing. How I would have loved to rush in there and clean his body of the load he just shot. But I would never have done anything to ruin or jeopardize the relationship I had with Chris. I quickly went to my room, yelling good night to Chris. I lay on my bed, pulled my briefs under my balls and quickly brought myself to orgasm thinking of the scene I had just witnessed.
After I cleaned up, I lay there awhile thinking about the events of the day and what Chris had said. I couldn’t help but wonder what had been wrong with Chris. I hoped that he would talk to me soon. Due to the trip and the fact I had just shot a load, I quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke early….much earlier than normal when we were away. I went into the bathroom that was between the two bedrooms….one of those Jack-n-Jill type bathrooms that has a door on each side entering each bedroom. I looked into Chris’ room. He was lying on his stomach on top of the covers. In his briefs, he looked as good as always. I was already hard, but looking at Chris I got even harder. There had never been anything sexual between Chris and me, but I did always admire Chris’ body and often got hard thinking about it.
I decided to let Chris sleep and go ahead and get my shower. I figured I would then start some breakfast and wake Chris up when it was done. I went to the toilet and tried to drain my erection of the morning piss. I needed to go badly but could not get the flow started. I pushed my briefs to the floor, and started the water running in the shower. I made sure I had a towel and wash cloth, and jumped into the shower. As I scrubbed my hair, the inevitable happened. My cock relaxed and I released my full bladder. Finally I got the relief I needed.
I finished my shower, and moved to the sink. I checked out my reflection in the mirror and was deciding whether I wanted to shave or not. Usually if it was just Chris and I, we didn’t shave until we returned home. As I was standing there, the door to Chris’ bedroom opened and Chris walked in. He mumbled a good morning and walked to the toilet. I couldn’t help but notice that Chris was rock hard again. It was lying off to the left side of Chris’ white briefs and was creating quite the bulge. Of course Chris is eight and a half inches long and very thick; one that big will definitely create a bulge.
I was looking ahead at the mirror, but could see Chris’ back as he stood in front of the toilet. I could tell by his movements, he was lowering the front of his briefs and trying to start his stream.
I said, “Good luck with that. I had to wait until in the shower to get mine started.”
“You jerk. You pissed in my shower.”
“Oh is that the pot calling the kettle black. Remember this is me. I probably have seen you piss in that shower more than the toilet ever.”
He just laughed, and finally started his stream going.
I stood there listening to him piss, and let out an occasional fart as he stood there. Thankfully it was nothing like the one he had let rip the night before. As I was brushing my teeth, I saw that he was giving his dick those final shakes after a good long piss.
“Hey you know what they say about shaking it more than a few times, bro.”
He just laughed, and continued to stand in front of the toilet. I had finished brushing my teeth, and walked over to stand beside Chris and hang up my towel and wash cloth on the towel rack that hung behind the toilet. I nonchalantly looked down and noticed that Chris was still just as erect as he was when he entered the room. His cock looked so hard; it looked as if he could hammer nails in with it. I looked up and Chris’ eyes met mine. I was a little embarrassed that he caught me looking at his cock.
To try to lighten the mood, I jokingly asked, “So is that thing going to stay hard this whole weekend?”
Chris stood there still holding his cock as if he was in a trance. “What do you mean by that?”
“Well buddy, I have known you a long time, but I have never seen you with as many erections as I have seen you with this weekend.”
“Well if you don’t like it, you could do something about it.”
“Hey, I never said I didn’t like it,” I said. Thinking he was joking at this point, I flirtingly said, “And what would you want me to do about it big boy.”
To my shock, Chris turned to face me, and then took my hand and placed it on his cock instead of his own. I let it sit there a moment in shock, studying Chris’ face at the same time. Did he really want me to do this or was he testing me? After what seemed like hours at the time, but was just minutes, Chris wrapped his hand around mine and began to stroke his dick.
I wasn't even thinking at that moment as I looked down at his cock; his hand and mine stroking it. There were already beads of pre-cum on the head of his big cock. I was only running on lust-filled fumes by this point. Chris finally removed his hand. At the same moment I put two fingers and a thumb on his warm cock and gave it a slight squeeze. To my surprise, his cock immediately jumped and seemed to grow even bigger beneath my fingers. Neither of us spoke a word as we both stood there and gazed down at my hand on his cock. With just my index, middle finger and thumb wrapped around his hardening cock, my squeezing turned into light stroking as I pulled the loose skin up and down. Chris let out a few light moans, as his cock began to leak more pre-cum.
I was in my own bit of heaven. Chris was my best friend, my “brother”. I had admired Chris’ body for years, but had never dreamed of doing anything with him sexually. Here I was stroking his cock. The cock I had admired for years. I felt as if this was the first time I had ever touched another man’s cock. The whole experience was amazing to me. I was amazed at the unbelievably hot and soft feel of the skin of his cock as I stroked him. The hard-as-steel firmness of his erection and the juxtaposition of velvet softness and hard firmness was an incredible turn-on to me. I continued to stroke his hard cock without a single word from him.
After a minute or so, Chris finally moved back so that he could lean against the door. When he did, I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. My face was only about a foot away from his cock, and I watched as my own hand slowly jacked off my best friend. His cock looked even harder than it had before. The big mushroom head was a dark angry purple, and the veins running down the hard shaft seemed to pulse in anger. He was leaking more than any guy I had ever seen, making his cock and my hand so wet and making my stroking so much easier.
Time seemed to stop there for us both, not a sound in the room as he stood there in front of me. I glanced from his cock up to his face several times. He often had his eyes closed and seemed to be lost to the world around him. I knelt there and stroked his cock with a nice steady rhythm. I continued to watch the pearls of pre-cum emerge from his piss slit, one after the other. I reached up with my thumb and rubbed my thumb over his piss-slit and over the purple head of his cock.
Chris let out a very loud moan as I repeated the action, and went back to jacking him some more. This elicited another groan from Chris and another pearl emerged from his piss slit. This time I slowly leaned my head in towards his cock and ever so gently licked the pearl from the tip of his cock. Chris groaned louder this time, and I licked at him again, and then I slowly and warmly engulfed the swollen head of his cock in my hot mouth and gave it a little suck. He groaned again, and I felt his shaft stiffen up even more. I pulled my mouth away and looked at the glistening head of his swollen cock, wet with my saliva, and I stroked him again and another pearl appeared.
I continued to stroke him for a few minutes, watching Chris’ body as he began to thrust into my hand and began to breathe heavier. His piss slit continued to churn out his juices; the floor between us filled with a puddle of his juices. I continued to occasionally lean in and lick off the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. His juices tasted so good…slight mixture of sweet and bitter. I looked up at Chris as I was licking a pearl off the tip of his cock. His eyes were open as he looked down at me. For the first time since this all began, Chris spoke. It was nothing that will be recorded in the history books or anything profane. He simply whispered, “Suck me.”
I took the head of his cock into my mouth; how could I deny my friend. This time I kept my warm wet mouth on his cock as I stroked it slowly at the base, and then I gradually lowered my mouth onto him and took two, then three inches of his cock into my mouth and sucked on him. I bobbed up and down on those inches, working the underside of his cock with my tongue. I could hear him moan softly above me. I sucked my mouth up and off his cock slowly while I continued to stroke him, and grazed raptly again at the wet purple head of his cock glistening only inches away from my face beneath the bathroom light.
I worked the head alone for a few moments, making sure to flick the piss slit with my tongue. After awhile, I again lowered my head and sucked him in, and again lowered my mouth so I took in about three inches of his hard cock into my mouth, my strokes short and rhythmic at the base. I felt Chris’ hand on the back of my head. He wasn’t demanding with it, but he pushed gently against my head. I knew what he wanted, what he needed.
I began to move further down, taking more of his cock into my mouth. I knew he was thick and I knew he was long, but I never dreamed just how big or how long until I had him in my mouth for the first time. When I hit about 5 inches, I began to gag and had to pull off. I worked the first few inches while I caught my breath. Finally I began my descent again, determined to get him into my throat. I relaxed my throat muscles and let him finally slide into me. The sensation evidently felt great to Chris because he moaned loudly and pushed all the way in. I did it. I had all 8 and one-half inches of his cock buried in my throat. Chris held the back of my head burying his cock in my throat and my nose in his wonderful bush of pubic hair. I was in a cock-suckers heaven. Chris not only tasted good in my mouth, but my nose buried in his pubes let me enjoy Chris’ wonderful masculine smell.
Finally Chris relaxed some and he and I set up a great rhythm as I sucked on his cock working the head with my throat muscles, gently humming around it. Chris held my head and began fucking my mouth and throat for all he was worth.
Finally I heard Chris speak for the only the second time since this all began, "I'm going to cum, bro." I wasn't sure if this was meant to be a warning or an invitation. I continued to suck on his cock, but Chris seemed to be trying to pull out of my mouth. I increased my suction trying to hold on to him and keep him in my mouth. I reached around and ran my hands underneath his briefs, and grabbed hold of his buttocks. I was mesmerized by this time with the thought of tasting Chris’ load and of feeling him shoot his load in my mouth. Chris continued to moan and stopped trying to pull away for a moment.
Then he said it once again, "I'm going to cum, bro." I knew then that Chris was trying to warn me. I knew he was thinking that I did not want him to cum in my mouth, and I remembered him telling me that Pam never allowed him to cum in her mouth.
I pulled off his cock, replacing my mouth with my hand once again. I began to stroke him again, and said, “Chris it is okay. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”
I felt his cock harden and jump beneath my hand, and I lowered my head once again and put my mouth over his cock just as he started to shoot. He was already spurting a second shot into my mouth before I realized he had even unloaded the first one. I wrapped my lips around his pulsating cock. I felt his hot cum pool on my tongue. I instinctively lowered my mouth onto his cock more deeply, taking several inches of his hard wet cock into my wet mouth.
I felt his cock going into the back of my throat as it jerked again and spurted another hot jet of cum into my throat. I engaged a swallowing motion that sucked his cock into my mouth more deeply. This seemed to practically suck the cum out of his cock as he spurted several more times. I looked up at Chris the whole time. The first few shots, we made eye contact. As he continued to spurt into my mouth, his entire body became rigid and his head rolled back, his eyes closed as his hard cock spurted shot after shot into my mouth and down my throat. I backed off some letting his cock rest halfway in my mouth, still leaking cum on to my tongue. I worked to swallow all of it, but there was just too much of it. I would have sworn the guy had not cum in weeks, if I had not witnessed him cum the night before.
Finally I slowly pulled my mouth off of him and his red cock was swollen and wet with my saliva and his cum. My hand stroked him again just once or twice, lightly. I leaned in and took him into my mouth one more time. I sucked all the way down. His cock was a little softer now, but still firm. I suctioned all the way back up to the tip, sucking the final drops of cum from his cock. Chris leaned against the wall trying to catch his breath. I let his cock go, and it began to soften and point toward the floor. Even semi-hard his cock was still impressive.
I stood up beside him. Probably about ten minutes in all was all the time it took. It had been silent the entire time except for Chris's occasional moans and a few murmurings. It was a still silence as we stood there. The only sound was the sound of Chris’ rapid breathing. I stood there thinking about what had just happened. Even though I was there I still couldn’t figure out how I ended up giving my best friend a blow job for the first time in our friendship. It had happened so out-of-the-blue. Even in my wildest fantasies, I couldn’t dream this up. And as excited as I was that I had just blown my best friend and made him cum, I couldn’t help but to think that things would never be the same between us. Would Chris even want me around after this? I thought to myself how ironic it was that something that took such a short amount of time could threaten a lifelong friendship.
I leaned against the wall, not sure what to do next. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Chris began to move. He walked over to the sink and took a wash cloth, gently wiping away the spit and cum from his cock. He then tucked it away in his briefs. I moved toward him and started to speak when Chris pushed past me and went into his bedroom.
I stood there a moment thinking that everything was ruined. I thought of going to my room and packing, but then decided that Chris and I had been friends too long to let it end this way. I walked into Chris’ room to find him sitting on the bed with his head buried in his hands. I sat down beside him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder, “Chris what is wrong? And don’t tell me it's nothing. I know that something is wrong. I shouldn’t have let this happen this morning. I knew something was wrong with you and I took advantage. Please don’t end our friendship over this.”
I kept rambling for what seemed like hours. Finally Chris raised his head, looked at me and told me to shut the fuck up. He assured me that this was not going to ruin our friendship. He was the one who took advantage of me. I assured him that he did not. We agreed to let it drop.
We gave one another that manly little hug with the pat on the back, and I said, “We’ll just forget this ever happened? Now let’s go get some breakfast going.”
We walked toward the kitchen. Chris punched me on the shoulder and said, “Well I’m not sure we or at least I can’t ever forget that happened. Damn, bro, that was the best damn blowjob I have ever gotten. Where in the world did you learn to suck dick like that?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you when you tell me the rest of what is going on with you?”
We just stared at one another as we walked into the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast. To be continued....
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