My new best friend Rick, forty-two years old to my forty, was in the shower.
Washing both of our cumloads off his cock, among other things.
Rick and I had just added sexual benefits to our burgeoning friendship, a step we had seemed destined to take. Even so, our dizzying frottage and docking session had completely obliterated my expectations.
After my recent divorce and move to my old college friend Rick's city, we quickly found our hobbies and interests in alignment. Before long we had become best friends, spending most of our free time together. In many respects, our warm near-daily companionship had replaced what I'd had with Jane, perhaps more neatly than I realized as it was happening.
Rick's own marriage, meanwhile, was clearly a loving and inviolable lifelong commitment but apparently low on physical intimacy. In fact, his wife Emily spent much of her time with, and was openly affectionate with, her best friend Jackie. They even slept over at each other's homes regularly and went on weekend trips together. Even if it wasn't said out loud in my presence, It seemed clear Emily and Jackie were far more than just friends.
Having deduced Emily and Jackie's relationship, I had been too dense to recognize that Rick might wish for the same from me. My cluelessness certainly wasn't due to a lack of hints on his part: he regularly cracked sexual jokes and double-entendres, sometimes of a same-sex nature. He also displayed his cock far more than necessary when we would shower after exercising. Yet until a few days ago I had been oblivious that there was actual sexual desire behind it.
Once I did finally wake up to Rick's interest, powerful reciprocal feelings unfolded in me. On this Friday night, I had at last taken the initiative to consummate our mutual desires, manually, as it were. But now he seemed regretful after our initial dick-sploding encounter. I wasn’t sure where we stood.
I dressed in shorts and a clean t-shirt, waiting for him in the living room. When he came out to greet me, also dressed, his face was ashen. "We need to talk about what we did, Joe."
Well, that was pretty far from where I hoped us to be right now. “Sure," I answered resignedly. "I guess we'd better." We both sat on the couch, a couple of feet of safe space between us.
He went first. "Look, I have never done anything with a guy before. Ever.”
"Yeah, me too. Never really thought I ever would." After a pause, I asked, "But do you regret it?”
He thought about that for a moment. “No, I'm not a big believer in regrets. I don't feel bad about what we did physically. I enjoyed it," he continued, now cracking a slight smile. "But I might regret dragging you into something you're not ready for.”
“Like what?" I challenged. "What Emily and Jackie have?"
"You know about Emily and Jackie?"
"Dude, it's kinda obvious. I spend a lot of time around you guys."
"Okay, fair enough. But that’s easy for Jackie. She's gay. But isn't it more complicated for you? You still like women, right?”
"It doesn't feel complicated," I mused. "I suppose I still like women, but they're theoretical for me right now. You're here. I like you. I want you. I want more of what we just did. Believe me, you're not 'dragging' me into anything I don't want."
“Really? Well, I have had feelings for you for a while,” he responded, “but it seemed too much to hope for you to want the same thing.”
I continued. "Maybe I have too but I didn't really acknowledge it until the other day. Looking back I realize that every time you touched my shoulder, my subconscious wanted it to be more than that. All those times I've seen your cock - and you have been waving that big fucker around a lot" – he grinned slightly as I over-articulated the word 'fucker' – "have made me want it more. Maybe I don't even know the ways I want it yet: I mean, I didn’t know until just now that putting my dick inside yours could even be a thing. I shifted closer to him on the couch, placing my hand on his knee. "You just said you don't regret what we did. I don't either. If your only worry is about whether I want to go down this path with you, don't. I want it too."
Rick placed his hand on top of mine in response. It felt warm and nice. "And I want it right now," I whispered in continuation, surprising myself by doing something I'd never even fantasized about with a guy: leaning in for a tender, passionate kiss. He leaned in too, our lips meeting, then parting. The sensation was a novel combination of the warm, moist tenderness you might feel from a woman's lips, combined with male scratchiness. This was quickly followed by his muscular tongue slipping into my mouth, finding and entangling my own. It was familiar, yet different. I liked it.
I found my hands not reaching for my best friend's cock - yet - but wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him tighter. Our hands roamed over each other's backs, one of mine drifting down across his hip and across the outside, then the top of his thigh. Same parts as I'd be touching on a woman, except that his body was bigger, harder, less curvy, more angular. As with our mouths on each other, it was familiar, yet different. I liked it.
Finally, my hand found the bulge in his shorts. I took my mouth off his, nibbled on his earlobe, then whispered into his ear. "When was the last time you had a blowjob?"
I felt his erection rise in response to my question. Breathily he stammered, "Uh … that was on my wedding night." I knew he and Emily still had occasional sex, but he had once hinted that he didn't care much for the taste of pussy. Somehow it wouldn't surprise me if she wasn't fond of eating cock, either.
Poor guy, but out of respect for Emily I stifled the thought of all of Rick's years of deprivation. Besides, the stronger feeling was excitement for pleasuring my friend and getting my first taste of cock. I'd been eating a lot of my own cum this week thinking about Rick, but now I needed the whole package, as it were. “I want to give you one now,” I promised, standing and pulling him upright with me.
His seven-and-a-half-inch pole sprang out as we dropped our shorts and peeled down our underwear. My more modest but still proud six-incher elevated itself just as enthusiastically.
Guessing that Emily probably hadn't swallowed at the end of that wedding-night session, I relished the honor of being the first person to give Rick a true and proper blowjob. I knelt down, taking in his freshly showered but still slightly musky scent. I felt so lightheaded from the excitement and the pheromones that it was probably good to be kneeling.
Having had my first touch of his big hammer a few minutes earlier, now I got a closer look.I pulled back the supple foreskin I'd just gotten to know, the voluptuous curves of Rick's bulging cockhead somehow just as stimulating to my eyes as those of a woman's hips, breasts, or even labia. I gently licked from the underside across the tip, collecting a drop of precum peeking from the hole.