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My Beer Buddy

"When Boys Night Out becomes one boy night in another."

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Despite us calling it "boys night out," most of the time Tony and I would hang out in his finished basement on our occasional evenings. Basketball season was our favorite. Tony's wife, Marsha, would order us up a couple pizzas, stock the basement fridge with beer, and let boys be boys.

I don't think that Marsha knew just what kind of boys we were being in the comfort of his plush rec space. Once we got down there and settled, Tony would have me strip for him. I'd get down on all fours and be his footstool. He'd rest his frosty mug of beer on the small of my back, sending a shiver up my spine I had to suppress, lest I spill a drop. All the while, my cock would be rock hard from serving him.

After a while, he'd finish his beer and set the glass aside. He'd have me kneel down, lower, and rub his bare feet. I took special care of him this way. Each week I'd rub and massage his soles. I'm sure that, of all the guys in the office, he had the softest and most pampered feet in our office.

Properly buffed and moisturized, Tony instructed me to worship his feet more deeply. I took each toe into my mouth, beginning with the little one on each foot and moving closer and closer to the big one. I loved to take his big toes in my mouth and suck them long and hard, lolling my tongue under them, feeling the ridges of his skin.

The first time we played this game was over a year ago. It was late--really late--and we had been drinking... a lot. After the game was over, Tony started flipping around and came to a softcore movie on one of his thousand cable channels. He started talking about how hot the girls in the movie were. Before I knew it, he had fished his cock out of his pants and was stroking it right in front of me.

I don't know what it was but something came out in me seeing that. I just couldn't help myself. It looked so big and full and... delicious. I bent over and put my hand over his, then I put the head of it in my mouth and started to suck. It just felt so right. He moaned and lay his head back over the edge of the couch, his mouth agape. I just kept sucking and stroking him, cupping his heavy hairy balls in my hand, feeling them tighten and hearing his breath get harder and heavier until he came, pumping his load into my mouth.

Since then, I've been his. We don't talk about it much outside of his basement but once we're together down there, I'm his.

While I love to suck his cock, what I really love is when he fucks me. I never knew that I'd want something like that but, shit, the next time we were together I was begging for it.

"Tony, will you fuck me?"

"What? Fuck your ass?"

I nodded.

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I felt like such a little bitch asking for it, but it just felt... I dunno... natural to want it. I wanted to feel him inside of me, deeper than my mouth.He had me get over his ottoman and used some lube on my ass. That he had lube there, made me realize that he had thought of this as well. He put a finger in me and, oh, it felt so good. He started sliding it in and out and I couldn't help but groan. I wanted him. I wanted him in me.

When he took his finger out, I felt empty. I wanted more. I wanted fullness. "Please, Tony, please fuck me."

He put the head of his cock against my asshole and pushed in. It was excruciating. "Oh, shit," I said, "Just... wait... keep it in me, but let me get used to it... oh." It felt huge inside of me. I felt like he was splitting me open. My ass was throbbing but wouldn't you know, I wanted more.

"Can you take it, bitch?" he asked. Him calling me "bitch" just made me want it even more.

"Yes, please, oh, please, slide it into me. I need to feel it!"

He was happy to oblige. He pushed into me. My insides gripped at him and my cock spasmed as he buried himself deep. I could feel the heat from his body against me. I could feel the weight he was putting onto me. He began thrusting, fucking me. I was his now, completely. My hands clutched at the feet of the ottoman while he slammed me, again and again.

His hands grasped my ass, wrapping around to my hops, pulling me against him. Fucking me, grunting like an animal, possessing me.

"Oh, yes," he moaned and I felt his cock twitching inside of me, pulsing, cumming.

He started to pull out. "No, wait! Tony! Keep it inside of me, just for a little longer," I begged. He waited, his cock slowly getting softer, sliding out naturally, his breath going from ragged pants back to normal.

I lay there a little while longer, feeling his cum dripping out of me. I asked, "Will you do that again to me? Next time we're together?"

"Sure," he sighed. "Can't get enough, can you, fag?"

This made my cock twitch again. I could only answer, "Yes, sir."

And that's how it's been since. On occasion he'll want things outside of our nights together. When he was going through a rough patch with his Marsha, I would meet him in the parking garage after work and suck him off before we both went home to our wives. I'm still all man to my Missus but when Tony and I get together, I'm his bitch, completely.




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