Midlife Renewal, Part Three: Blow Bi Blow
My relationship with my best friend had become hands-on. But then he got cold feet. What would our lips have to say?
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 quick...