Part Two: Mark
My first sexual encounter with another man, other than a couple of group jack off experiences with my cousin and a couple of friends, happened with my business partner, Alan. We had been partners for almost ten years before this happened. He's in his mid thirties and I'm five years younger than him.
The day she left, she handed me the divorce papers. I had known something was up when she spent more time at the office and her friends, than she did at home with me. I had told Alan some of my problems in the past. He listened, like a good friend, while we both became drunk.
I had never really considered having sex with another man until a couple of years ago. Alan and I were traveling together on business, and to save expenses, shared a room. One night, at the end of a long day of work, we shared a bottle of wine and went back to our room and drank it.
We had flipped the channels on the television and came across a porno channel. We started talking about sex and, all of a sudden, Alan admitted that he got more pleasure out of giving head, than getting head.
I don't know if it was the wine, the porno channel, or some hidden desire, but I asked him what it was like and we ended up, each in our own beds, jerking off. Now, I hadn't jerked off with another man present for many years and the experience seemed to bring a new perspective to light.
Okay, maybe it was more than just a hidden desire. My marriage to my wife seemed natural at the time and I never failed to find her desirable, but, I also found myself admiring men; at the gym, the beach, really, everywhere. And maybe it was my admiration for Alan that drew us together.
My friendship with Alan felt natural. When we met, we clicked. He was like the older brother I never had. And, at the time, I was probably like the pesky little brother. We could talk about anything. And we did. Okay. I know, two men, talking. It's hard to believe, but we did. Yeah, sure, we talked about guy stuff; sports, cars, politics. But under it all there was something that went deeper. At times, we were so in touch with each other that we would start talking about the same thing, at the same time. If telepathy ever existed, I'm sure we have it.
The night he told me about his past male experiences opened my eyes to a world of sexuality I had never really considered further. Oh, when I would jerk off with a couple of friends in high school, I would look at their cocks, and, I'm sure they looked at mine. But it was that kind of stimulation guys use to get their rocks off. Hell, you could look at two horses getting it on and get a hard on.
As we sat in the dark, I listened to him describing all the detail of his experiences. At first, I imagined that he was going down on me. The feelings my hand was creating on my hard dick were his hands, tongue, and mouth. As we went on, then suddenly I was the one giving head, feeling the spongy hardness of a man's dick going deep into my mouth; the salty sweet taste of cum coating my tongue. I came with a force I hadn't had in a long time. And, it made me think of things I had never really thought of before. It made me look at Alan in an entirely new light.
The next morning, as we were getting ready, I kept sneaking peaks at Alan. We had worked out before, so, I knew he had a well-defined body and the few times I saw him in the shower at the gym, it was really just a quick glance. This time, I kept hoping I'd actually see his him, but only saw how filled out his underwear was in the front. And, he had a nice "package".
Before we left the room, he turned and looked at me. "I hope," he said with a slightly pained look on his face. "That I didn't scare you last night."
"Why would you scare me?" I asked.
"Well, it's just that I've never told anyone and I don't want to risk losing your friendship, or our partnership with things I've done in the past.
I just stood and stared at him. This was really tearing him apart. "Alan," I said quietly “you don't need to worry about anything. Besides, the old Road Warrior rule applies. What happens on the road stays on the road." He smile and we left the room.
We never talked about the incident again. Except, perhaps in a round about way, it seemed our conversations picked up more of a sexual overtone. Maybe a little more physical ‘rough housing’ and occasional grab ass.
We may not have talked about that one night, but I sure thought about it. While sex with my wife, initially, was great, as our relationship deteriorated, so did our sex life together. I turned, more and more frequently, to masturbation; and to fantasy.
My favorite masturbation fantasy was of Alan. In a motel room, out on the deck drinking a beer, in the office; you name it, I probably imagined it.
My favorite fantasy was based partly on a hiking trip we had taken while in Wyoming and Colorado after we had attended a seminar. We decided that the two of us would do some hiking and camping for a couple of days afterward. We rented some gear and headed off on one of the trails. The days were a little warm and so we ended up in shorts, tank tops and hiking boots.
Alan, being the navigator, led the way. We were rewarded with beautiful scenery. I had an even better view of Alan's firm ass and muscular legs.
We had hiked for about four hours and had decided to take a break along the banks of small stream. We were both sweaty and looked at the cool stream water.
"How about a swim?" Alan asked.
"Sure,“ I said eagerly, ” but I don’t have a suit”
"Suit?” Alan said surprised “Who needs a suit."
He started to undo his boots. “We haven't seen anyone on this trail, and besides, we're a couple of guys. It's not like we haven't seen naked men before." By now he had taken off his tank and shorts, all that remained was his underwear.
"You're right," I said. "I can be one with nature." and with that, I stripped.
Alan walked into the water ahead of me. I stared at the gorgeous shape of his ass, the triangular shape of his broad shoulders tapering down to his waist. It was truly outshone the other natural sites around us.
We swam and talked, enjoying the fresh air and the natural sounds. Alan splashed at a water bug that swam along the surface. By accident, he splashed me. In response, I splashed back.
Back and forth we splashed each other. Yelling and playing in the water. Suddenly, Alan took a deep breath and dived under the water, the cheeks of his gorgeous ass peaking and then disappearing under the water. I looked around, not sure where he would surface.
Then I felt a pair of hands grab my ankles and yank my feet out from under me. Suddenly, I went under water and felt my ass scrape the bottom sand. Looking up through the clear water I saw the shadowy image of Alan's body gliding above me along the surface of the water.
Here's where reality and fantasy separate.
Instantly, I grabbed at his feet. Alan's progress halted, he splashed a little as he kicked his legs out of my grip. Standing on the streambed, he jumped at me and grabbed me in a bear hug and pulled me tight against his body. I started to struggle but then realized I felt something long, rubbing against the side of my leg.
It was Alan's cock. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug. We struggled for a few moments, wrestling. Trying to see who was the stronger of the two. Who could cause the other to lose balance? Through our wrestling we made it to water that was about mid thigh in height. I could feel the warm breeze against the wet flesh of my dick.
Our breaths grew heavy as we struggled. I felt the rough texture of his stubbly whiskers rubbing against my neck. My cock had grown by now; each of us wrestling, our cocks rubbing against the others outer thighs. Suddenly he stepped back and when he stepped closer, he didn't step to the side, but brought cocks right between us.
Our wrestling changed. We now started to grind our crotches together, the pressure from our joined hips pressing our dicks into the soft flesh of the other. I brought my hands lower and grabbed his hairy ass and pulled him toward me. The pressure increased on our cocks. I pulled my face away from his neck and our eyes met for an instant. Suddenly, our lips met, our tongues darting into the others mouths as the pressure against our organs increased our horniness.
Alan started caressing my ass with one hand, as he brought the other up to the back of my head and forced our lips closer together. I pulled away slightly and brought my right hand between our bodies and grasped our throbbing cocks. I began stroking the hard flesh together as we continued our passionate, deep kisses.
The slick, greasy feel quickly replaced the wetness of the water as our cocks leaked their pre-cum. It lubricated my stroking as our upper bodies warmed in the sun.
Suddenly, Alan stiffened and moaned. I felt his cock pulse in my hands as wave after wave of warm, creamy sperm jetted between our bodies and on our cocks. His orgasm brought me to the brink and using the additional lube created by his cum, I jacked our cocks faster till I reached the brink of my orgasm. Our bodies were streaked with cum, its pearly whiteness a stark contrast to our tanned bodies.
Alan broke our kiss and lowered his face to my chest and abs. I felt his warm tongue dart out and begin to lick at the sticky mess hanging from the hair on my chest.
As he worked his way lower, his hands stroked my erect dick and then I felt his mouth enclose the upper two inches of my cock. He sucked gently, drawing the last remnants of cum out of my dick.
When he stood, his mouth was glistening with my cum. I kissed his face, relishing in the salty sweetness our juices created together. Whetting my appetite for more, I copied his actions, licking the cum off his chest, working my way to his dick.
As I finished licking and sucking his dick, he said, "Let's clean up and go sun on the rock" I stood up and looked toward the bank at the large, flat boulder from lay shimmering in the sunlight. Grabbing my hand, he led me into deeper water and began to rub his hands against my chest. I did the same, feeling a stirring in my groin that I knew would only increase as we warmed ourselves in the sun.
Alan swam over to it and climbed up its rough sides and then laid back. I couldn't get out of the water fast enough to be near him.
As the warm sun beat on our bodies, I closed my eyes. I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke, I remember feeling that my waist felt cooler than the rest of my body, like the shade of a tree had covered my lower half. I opened my eyes just as I felt warm hands start to massage my stiff dick.
"Oh,” I replied as Alan's warm, moist mouth encircled my stiff dick. And there, in the open, my best friend was going down on me, taking me into his mouth, gently kneading my balls. Just like I had imagined he would as he described that night in the motel room, taking me to the brink and beyond.
The reality of the trip was that we just swam and then lay out to let the sun dry us. Nothing happened. No wrestling, no blow job, nothing. But, the sight of him swimming and then lying out in the sun certainly gave me food for thought.
The day my wife left, I started drinking at the office. Okay, maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I was on autopilot. I barely remember Alan driving me home and fixing me food. All I could think about was that my wife had left me. I had finished the food, grabbed a couple of beers from the wet bar, and headed to the hot tub on the patio. My house is in a secluded area, and the patio screened in, so I stripped out of my clothes and got into the tub.
As I finished one beer, and started another I began to go through the events of my life. I saw the mistake I had made in getting married. Oh, I had doubts within the first year, but thought it was maybe just getting into a routine that needed to happen.
The only thread that made any sense was my friendship with Alan. We had been through some tough times after his wife died, but, through it all I knew I had to stay with Alan. It may have been the warm water, or the alcohol, more likely, some underlying desire that caused the events that were to come.
I had been soaking in the hot tub for about 45 minutes when I began to conceive a plan, which, if successful, would lead to Alan and I having sex. I didn't know if it was going to work. But I figured, what do I have to lose? The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became. What if he wasn't interested? What if nothing happened? Would I have the guts to make the first move? Do I wait for him to make the first move?
About that time, Alan came out the patio door. I can't remember what he said, but just seeing him made me want it to happen. I shut off the jets as he walked over to the tub. Partly because the jets were loud, but mostly because I knew that if the water was still, he could see my long, thick dick.
My heart started beating fast as I made my move. I stood up and I grabbed his offered arm, and then, I slipped. In reality I pretended to slip and pulled him half way into the water just enough to get his shirt soaking wet, which, caused the top of his pants to get soaked.
He backed away, and we started laughing. He started to get out of his wet shirt and pants. He stood there in some dark boxer briefs as we laughed and laughed. I stood up again, and though I probably didn't need his help, got out of the tub.
He threw me a towel and then grabbed one himself. Okay, I thought to myself. Here we are, I'm naked, and he’s in his shorts. Now what?
We sat on the bench, one on each side, facing away from each other. I was struggling. I didn't want to lose the opportunity, but wasn't sure what to do next. Then, it was as if the light bulb went on, inspiration struck; Alan was always offering to give massages. I had even received a shoulder massage from him before.
Using that line of thought I went through the routine of stretching the neck, shoulders, all the little things a person does when they are under stress.
"Would you like a massage?" He asked.
“I thought you'd never ask,” I said to myself.
"It will help you relax,” he continued.
Alan disappeared into the house and then suddenly we had soft music playing in the background. He came out, still in his boxer briefs carrying several towels and a bottle of oil. He had me stand as he laid a towel down on the bench.
I turned to face him, and as he looked up from the bench, he came eye to eye, so to speak, with my dick. It was filling out. I could feel the blood flowing but hadn't reached the hard-on stage. I knew it would. I wanted nothing more than to have him open his mouth and draw my dick in. But, he didn't, but I could tell he swallowed hard when he saw it.
He had me lay down, and proceeded to give me the best massage I had ever had. Then, he wanted me to flip over. I thought, okay, this is it. It's either going to happen, or not. But, I also didn't want to seem too eager. So I feigned embarrassment and then flipped over.
As he massaged my front, I glanced through half closed eyes over at Alan. Even though he was wearing dark briefs, I could see the outline of his very stiff, very big dick. It was then I knew everything was going to work out fine.
I had been enjoying the massage all along, but now, I started making more and more sounds. Soft moans and sighs, not faked, but exaggerated a little. I wasn't going to let this not happen.
As he neared completion, I suddenly feared he wouldn't go any farther. Then, I felt a warm breeze cross my dick. All fears subsided as through my mostly closed eyes, I saw Alan leaning in toward my crotch, and saw the look of lust in his eyes. I closed my eyes and waited.
Suddenly, I felt his hand cup my balls, and a light touch as he traced the length of my swollen cock with his fingers. "What, are you doing?" I said with mock surprise.
"It will help you relax." He said, as he grabbed my dick firmly.
When his warm, moist mouth circled my dick, I was lost. I laid back and just enjoyed the feeling. Alan was right; men know exactly what men like. Within the first few seconds, he had surpassed any of the blowjobs I had received from women. He knew exactly where to stoke, suck, touch, and press. I was in heaven. It seemed like hours, but probably wasn't. Suddenly, I felt him move, and felt my cock fall from his mouth.
I was confused, "What's wrong", I said.
"Nothing", he said smiling, and I saw him reaching down to take off his underwear.
He shifted positions a little and brought his crotch in line with my face. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. As he returned to sucking my dick, I turned and held his dick for the first time.
It was huge, as big as mine, in fact. And it was dripping from the tip. As I put his dick into my mouth, I relished the taste of his precum. Okay, I admit it, on occasion, when I was really horny, I would sometimes eat my own cum. But this was better. The fullness of his dick in my mouth, the moans he made, created a desire that burned like a flame in me.
Alan was working his magic on me, his mouth on my dick, his fingers pressing deep in my ass. Each time he pressed against my prostate, it felt like I was going to pass out from the pleasure. It even felt, one time, like an orgasm. Now, I had heard that anal orgasms were possible, but I never really believed. Until now, that is.
Finally, I came; deep, hard and long, right down his throat. I could feel him increase the thrusting of his dick into my mouth. Suddenly I felt the head of his dick grow even larger and then explode with his love juice. I swallowed as much as I could, a little spilled out on my cheek.
We lay there for a long time, each sucking on a slowly softening dick. I didn't want the feeling to end. I felt such contentment that I don't even know where to begin to describe. lying next to each other, our warm bodies against the cool night.
We must have fallen asleep, for a short while. I felt Alan stir and get up. Looking up at him, I saw him reach his hand out to me. I took it as he led me to the bed.
He started stroking my chest, and then slowly worked his way down to my crotch. I could feel the heat building again; my cock, growing larger by the moment. I pulled him toward me and our lips met.
Unfortunately, the phone rang. It was our secretary. Alan answered. With him occupied I moved down the bed and began to examine his cock closely. I reached under him and started rubbing his asshole gently. Mimicking what he had done to me earlier, but short of entering his ass. I could tell he was having a hard time concentrating.
"No, I don't think he'll be in tomorrow.” I heard him say. “As a matter of fact, I won't be in either. I don't want to leave him alone."
I looked up and smiled. Knowing that we wouldn't leave each other’s side, or the house, all weekend.
That night, Alan fucked me up the ass. It topped our session on the patio as the best sex I've ever had.
I woke the next morning to find Alan's arm thrown over me. In the early morning light, his hair mussed and stubbly whiskers gave him a rugged, masculine look that woke my cock up. I gently lifted his arm from me and carefully shifted my weight on the bed. From the sounds of his breathing, I could tell that he was still sound asleep. Not for long.
He had an erection that was begging for my attention. I lightly licked the head of his dick with my tongue. I could taste his dried sperm on his dick, and loved it. Slowly, I swallowed the head of his dick sucking gently. He moaned.
"What a wake up call." He said softly and he softly stroked my back. Tugging gently, he turned my hips and reached for my dripping cock and swallowed it. I could feel his breath on my balls.
We sucked and stroked each other for a while, the intensity growing in both of us. Then, he pushed me away.
"Fuck me," he said, pulling me away from his dick. "I want to feel you deep in me, now"
I looked up at him and smiled.
I reached over to the tube of lube sitting on the nightstand and, lubed up my dick. On his back he spread his legs wide and gently raised his ass to allow me to get between his legs. I grabbed the lube and worked a finger or two into his ass. It was tight, much tighter than I thought possible. As I worked my fingers in his ass, his breathing grew heavier. He was rubbing his hands up and down his muscular chest and stomach. Rubbing his nipples and then moving down to almost, but not touching his own dick.
"Now," he gasped, "Do me now."
I grabbed my dick firmly in my hand and aimed the head toward his hairy hole. At first, I felt resistance. But as I got the head past the entrance, I pushed and let my length enter completely up his chute.
"Oh," he gasped as his entire body shook.
I pulled back and thrust forward. Again, he gasped and shook. I looked down at his dick. It was pulsing and pumping precum. His balls were resting against the thick forest of my pubic hair. Pulling back, I saw the thickness of my cock beneath the heavy weight of his balls. I thrust forward, then back. Repeating the motion time and time again. The tight velvet of his man hole taking me places I had never imagined.
As I pulled back, the head of my cock just barely in him, I thrust forward, feeling the delicious rush of sensation. Out again, to just the tip. I looked up at Alan’s face. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his jaw, firmly clenched shut. I lowered my hips and angled up. Then suddenly, his eyes and mouth shot open and a loud "Oh," sounded through the house. I felt a hot wetness landing on my chest and arms and looked down to see his cock bouncing madly as it spewed its load, untouched. Alan had thrown his head back and his arms out wide as he shot his load.
Spent, he looked at me and smiled. I continued to thrust away, feeling the cum begin to make its move. Alan grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me down toward him. His cock and balls pinned between my thrusting body and his. The sticky cum rubbed into the hair on our chests.
He grabbed my head and thrust his tongue deep down my throat. I could feel his asshole squeezing tight around my dick. That's all it took, and I started pumping load, after sticky load, of cum deep in his ass.
I pulled out and felt the sticky mess of cum drip out of his ass. Lying on top of him, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply.
My first sexual encounter with another man, other than a couple of group jack off experiences with my cousin and a couple of friends, happened with my business partner, Alan. We had been partners for almost ten years before this happened. He's in his mid thirties and I'm five years younger than him.
The day she left, she handed me the divorce papers. I had known something was up when she spent more time at the office and her friends, than she did at home with me. I had told Alan some of my problems in the past. He listened, like a good friend, while we both became drunk.
I had never really considered having sex with another man until a couple of years ago. Alan and I were traveling together on business, and to save expenses, shared a room. One night, at the end of a long day of work, we shared a bottle of wine and went back to our room and drank it.
We had flipped the channels on the television and came across a porno channel. We started talking about sex and, all of a sudden, Alan admitted that he got more pleasure out of giving head, than getting head.
I don't know if it was the wine, the porno channel, or some hidden desire, but I asked him what it was like and we ended up, each in our own beds, jerking off. Now, I hadn't jerked off with another man present for many years and the experience seemed to bring a new perspective to light.
Okay, maybe it was more than just a hidden desire. My marriage to my wife seemed natural at the time and I never failed to find her desirable, but, I also found myself admiring men; at the gym, the beach, really, everywhere. And maybe it was my admiration for Alan that drew us together.
My friendship with Alan felt natural. When we met, we clicked. He was like the older brother I never had. And, at the time, I was probably like the pesky little brother. We could talk about anything. And we did. Okay. I know, two men, talking. It's hard to believe, but we did. Yeah, sure, we talked about guy stuff; sports, cars, politics. But under it all there was something that went deeper. At times, we were so in touch with each other that we would start talking about the same thing, at the same time. If telepathy ever existed, I'm sure we have it.
The night he told me about his past male experiences opened my eyes to a world of sexuality I had never really considered further. Oh, when I would jerk off with a couple of friends in high school, I would look at their cocks, and, I'm sure they looked at mine. But it was that kind of stimulation guys use to get their rocks off. Hell, you could look at two horses getting it on and get a hard on.
As we sat in the dark, I listened to him describing all the detail of his experiences. At first, I imagined that he was going down on me. The feelings my hand was creating on my hard dick were his hands, tongue, and mouth. As we went on, then suddenly I was the one giving head, feeling the spongy hardness of a man's dick going deep into my mouth; the salty sweet taste of cum coating my tongue. I came with a force I hadn't had in a long time. And, it made me think of things I had never really thought of before. It made me look at Alan in an entirely new light.
The next morning, as we were getting ready, I kept sneaking peaks at Alan. We had worked out before, so, I knew he had a well-defined body and the few times I saw him in the shower at the gym, it was really just a quick glance. This time, I kept hoping I'd actually see his him, but only saw how filled out his underwear was in the front. And, he had a nice "package".
Before we left the room, he turned and looked at me. "I hope," he said with a slightly pained look on his face. "That I didn't scare you last night."
"Why would you scare me?" I asked.
"Well, it's just that I've never told anyone and I don't want to risk losing your friendship, or our partnership with things I've done in the past.
I just stood and stared at him. This was really tearing him apart. "Alan," I said quietly “you don't need to worry about anything. Besides, the old Road Warrior rule applies. What happens on the road stays on the road." He smile and we left the room.
We never talked about the incident again. Except, perhaps in a round about way, it seemed our conversations picked up more of a sexual overtone. Maybe a little more physical ‘rough housing’ and occasional grab ass.
We may not have talked about that one night, but I sure thought about it. While sex with my wife, initially, was great, as our relationship deteriorated, so did our sex life together. I turned, more and more frequently, to masturbation; and to fantasy.
My favorite masturbation fantasy was of Alan. In a motel room, out on the deck drinking a beer, in the office; you name it, I probably imagined it.
My favorite fantasy was based partly on a hiking trip we had taken while in Wyoming and Colorado after we had attended a seminar. We decided that the two of us would do some hiking and camping for a couple of days afterward. We rented some gear and headed off on one of the trails. The days were a little warm and so we ended up in shorts, tank tops and hiking boots.
Alan, being the navigator, led the way. We were rewarded with beautiful scenery. I had an even better view of Alan's firm ass and muscular legs.
We had hiked for about four hours and had decided to take a break along the banks of small stream. We were both sweaty and looked at the cool stream water.
"How about a swim?" Alan asked.
"Sure,“ I said eagerly, ” but I don’t have a suit”
"Suit?” Alan said surprised “Who needs a suit."
He started to undo his boots. “We haven't seen anyone on this trail, and besides, we're a couple of guys. It's not like we haven't seen naked men before." By now he had taken off his tank and shorts, all that remained was his underwear.
"You're right," I said. "I can be one with nature." and with that, I stripped.
Alan walked into the water ahead of me. I stared at the gorgeous shape of his ass, the triangular shape of his broad shoulders tapering down to his waist. It was truly outshone the other natural sites around us.
We swam and talked, enjoying the fresh air and the natural sounds. Alan splashed at a water bug that swam along the surface. By accident, he splashed me. In response, I splashed back.
Back and forth we splashed each other. Yelling and playing in the water. Suddenly, Alan took a deep breath and dived under the water, the cheeks of his gorgeous ass peaking and then disappearing under the water. I looked around, not sure where he would surface.
Then I felt a pair of hands grab my ankles and yank my feet out from under me. Suddenly, I went under water and felt my ass scrape the bottom sand. Looking up through the clear water I saw the shadowy image of Alan's body gliding above me along the surface of the water.
Here's where reality and fantasy separate.
Instantly, I grabbed at his feet. Alan's progress halted, he splashed a little as he kicked his legs out of my grip. Standing on the streambed, he jumped at me and grabbed me in a bear hug and pulled me tight against his body. I started to struggle but then realized I felt something long, rubbing against the side of my leg.
It was Alan's cock. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug. We struggled for a few moments, wrestling. Trying to see who was the stronger of the two. Who could cause the other to lose balance? Through our wrestling we made it to water that was about mid thigh in height. I could feel the warm breeze against the wet flesh of my dick.
Our breaths grew heavy as we struggled. I felt the rough texture of his stubbly whiskers rubbing against my neck. My cock had grown by now; each of us wrestling, our cocks rubbing against the others outer thighs. Suddenly he stepped back and when he stepped closer, he didn't step to the side, but brought cocks right between us.
Our wrestling changed. We now started to grind our crotches together, the pressure from our joined hips pressing our dicks into the soft flesh of the other. I brought my hands lower and grabbed his hairy ass and pulled him toward me. The pressure increased on our cocks. I pulled my face away from his neck and our eyes met for an instant. Suddenly, our lips met, our tongues darting into the others mouths as the pressure against our organs increased our horniness.
Alan started caressing my ass with one hand, as he brought the other up to the back of my head and forced our lips closer together. I pulled away slightly and brought my right hand between our bodies and grasped our throbbing cocks. I began stroking the hard flesh together as we continued our passionate, deep kisses.
The slick, greasy feel quickly replaced the wetness of the water as our cocks leaked their pre-cum. It lubricated my stroking as our upper bodies warmed in the sun.
Suddenly, Alan stiffened and moaned. I felt his cock pulse in my hands as wave after wave of warm, creamy sperm jetted between our bodies and on our cocks. His orgasm brought me to the brink and using the additional lube created by his cum, I jacked our cocks faster till I reached the brink of my orgasm. Our bodies were streaked with cum, its pearly whiteness a stark contrast to our tanned bodies.
Alan broke our kiss and lowered his face to my chest and abs. I felt his warm tongue dart out and begin to lick at the sticky mess hanging from the hair on my chest.
As he worked his way lower, his hands stroked my erect dick and then I felt his mouth enclose the upper two inches of my cock. He sucked gently, drawing the last remnants of cum out of my dick.
When he stood, his mouth was glistening with my cum. I kissed his face, relishing in the salty sweetness our juices created together. Whetting my appetite for more, I copied his actions, licking the cum off his chest, working my way to his dick.
As I finished licking and sucking his dick, he said, "Let's clean up and go sun on the rock" I stood up and looked toward the bank at the large, flat boulder from lay shimmering in the sunlight. Grabbing my hand, he led me into deeper water and began to rub his hands against my chest. I did the same, feeling a stirring in my groin that I knew would only increase as we warmed ourselves in the sun.
Alan swam over to it and climbed up its rough sides and then laid back. I couldn't get out of the water fast enough to be near him.
As the warm sun beat on our bodies, I closed my eyes. I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke, I remember feeling that my waist felt cooler than the rest of my body, like the shade of a tree had covered my lower half. I opened my eyes just as I felt warm hands start to massage my stiff dick.
"Oh,” I replied as Alan's warm, moist mouth encircled my stiff dick. And there, in the open, my best friend was going down on me, taking me into his mouth, gently kneading my balls. Just like I had imagined he would as he described that night in the motel room, taking me to the brink and beyond.
The reality of the trip was that we just swam and then lay out to let the sun dry us. Nothing happened. No wrestling, no blow job, nothing. But, the sight of him swimming and then lying out in the sun certainly gave me food for thought.
The day my wife left, I started drinking at the office. Okay, maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I was on autopilot. I barely remember Alan driving me home and fixing me food. All I could think about was that my wife had left me. I had finished the food, grabbed a couple of beers from the wet bar, and headed to the hot tub on the patio. My house is in a secluded area, and the patio screened in, so I stripped out of my clothes and got into the tub.
As I finished one beer, and started another I began to go through the events of my life. I saw the mistake I had made in getting married. Oh, I had doubts within the first year, but thought it was maybe just getting into a routine that needed to happen.
The only thread that made any sense was my friendship with Alan. We had been through some tough times after his wife died, but, through it all I knew I had to stay with Alan. It may have been the warm water, or the alcohol, more likely, some underlying desire that caused the events that were to come.
I had been soaking in the hot tub for about 45 minutes when I began to conceive a plan, which, if successful, would lead to Alan and I having sex. I didn't know if it was going to work. But I figured, what do I have to lose? The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became. What if he wasn't interested? What if nothing happened? Would I have the guts to make the first move? Do I wait for him to make the first move?
About that time, Alan came out the patio door. I can't remember what he said, but just seeing him made me want it to happen. I shut off the jets as he walked over to the tub. Partly because the jets were loud, but mostly because I knew that if the water was still, he could see my long, thick dick.
My heart started beating fast as I made my move. I stood up and I grabbed his offered arm, and then, I slipped. In reality I pretended to slip and pulled him half way into the water just enough to get his shirt soaking wet, which, caused the top of his pants to get soaked.
He backed away, and we started laughing. He started to get out of his wet shirt and pants. He stood there in some dark boxer briefs as we laughed and laughed. I stood up again, and though I probably didn't need his help, got out of the tub.
He threw me a towel and then grabbed one himself. Okay, I thought to myself. Here we are, I'm naked, and he’s in his shorts. Now what?
We sat on the bench, one on each side, facing away from each other. I was struggling. I didn't want to lose the opportunity, but wasn't sure what to do next. Then, it was as if the light bulb went on, inspiration struck; Alan was always offering to give massages. I had even received a shoulder massage from him before.
Using that line of thought I went through the routine of stretching the neck, shoulders, all the little things a person does when they are under stress.
"Would you like a massage?" He asked.
“I thought you'd never ask,” I said to myself.
"It will help you relax,” he continued.
Alan disappeared into the house and then suddenly we had soft music playing in the background. He came out, still in his boxer briefs carrying several towels and a bottle of oil. He had me stand as he laid a towel down on the bench.
I turned to face him, and as he looked up from the bench, he came eye to eye, so to speak, with my dick. It was filling out. I could feel the blood flowing but hadn't reached the hard-on stage. I knew it would. I wanted nothing more than to have him open his mouth and draw my dick in. But, he didn't, but I could tell he swallowed hard when he saw it.
He had me lay down, and proceeded to give me the best massage I had ever had. Then, he wanted me to flip over. I thought, okay, this is it. It's either going to happen, or not. But, I also didn't want to seem too eager. So I feigned embarrassment and then flipped over.
As he massaged my front, I glanced through half closed eyes over at Alan. Even though he was wearing dark briefs, I could see the outline of his very stiff, very big dick. It was then I knew everything was going to work out fine.
I had been enjoying the massage all along, but now, I started making more and more sounds. Soft moans and sighs, not faked, but exaggerated a little. I wasn't going to let this not happen.
As he neared completion, I suddenly feared he wouldn't go any farther. Then, I felt a warm breeze cross my dick. All fears subsided as through my mostly closed eyes, I saw Alan leaning in toward my crotch, and saw the look of lust in his eyes. I closed my eyes and waited.
Suddenly, I felt his hand cup my balls, and a light touch as he traced the length of my swollen cock with his fingers. "What, are you doing?" I said with mock surprise.
"It will help you relax." He said, as he grabbed my dick firmly.
When his warm, moist mouth circled my dick, I was lost. I laid back and just enjoyed the feeling. Alan was right; men know exactly what men like. Within the first few seconds, he had surpassed any of the blowjobs I had received from women. He knew exactly where to stoke, suck, touch, and press. I was in heaven. It seemed like hours, but probably wasn't. Suddenly, I felt him move, and felt my cock fall from his mouth.
I was confused, "What's wrong", I said.
"Nothing", he said smiling, and I saw him reaching down to take off his underwear.
He shifted positions a little and brought his crotch in line with my face. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. As he returned to sucking my dick, I turned and held his dick for the first time.
It was huge, as big as mine, in fact. And it was dripping from the tip. As I put his dick into my mouth, I relished the taste of his precum. Okay, I admit it, on occasion, when I was really horny, I would sometimes eat my own cum. But this was better. The fullness of his dick in my mouth, the moans he made, created a desire that burned like a flame in me.
Alan was working his magic on me, his mouth on my dick, his fingers pressing deep in my ass. Each time he pressed against my prostate, it felt like I was going to pass out from the pleasure. It even felt, one time, like an orgasm. Now, I had heard that anal orgasms were possible, but I never really believed. Until now, that is.
Finally, I came; deep, hard and long, right down his throat. I could feel him increase the thrusting of his dick into my mouth. Suddenly I felt the head of his dick grow even larger and then explode with his love juice. I swallowed as much as I could, a little spilled out on my cheek.
We lay there for a long time, each sucking on a slowly softening dick. I didn't want the feeling to end. I felt such contentment that I don't even know where to begin to describe. lying next to each other, our warm bodies against the cool night.
We must have fallen asleep, for a short while. I felt Alan stir and get up. Looking up at him, I saw him reach his hand out to me. I took it as he led me to the bed.
He started stroking my chest, and then slowly worked his way down to my crotch. I could feel the heat building again; my cock, growing larger by the moment. I pulled him toward me and our lips met.
Unfortunately, the phone rang. It was our secretary. Alan answered. With him occupied I moved down the bed and began to examine his cock closely. I reached under him and started rubbing his asshole gently. Mimicking what he had done to me earlier, but short of entering his ass. I could tell he was having a hard time concentrating.
"No, I don't think he'll be in tomorrow.” I heard him say. “As a matter of fact, I won't be in either. I don't want to leave him alone."
I looked up and smiled. Knowing that we wouldn't leave each other’s side, or the house, all weekend.
That night, Alan fucked me up the ass. It topped our session on the patio as the best sex I've ever had.
I woke the next morning to find Alan's arm thrown over me. In the early morning light, his hair mussed and stubbly whiskers gave him a rugged, masculine look that woke my cock up. I gently lifted his arm from me and carefully shifted my weight on the bed. From the sounds of his breathing, I could tell that he was still sound asleep. Not for long.
He had an erection that was begging for my attention. I lightly licked the head of his dick with my tongue. I could taste his dried sperm on his dick, and loved it. Slowly, I swallowed the head of his dick sucking gently. He moaned.
"What a wake up call." He said softly and he softly stroked my back. Tugging gently, he turned my hips and reached for my dripping cock and swallowed it. I could feel his breath on my balls.
We sucked and stroked each other for a while, the intensity growing in both of us. Then, he pushed me away.
"Fuck me," he said, pulling me away from his dick. "I want to feel you deep in me, now"
I looked up at him and smiled.
I reached over to the tube of lube sitting on the nightstand and, lubed up my dick. On his back he spread his legs wide and gently raised his ass to allow me to get between his legs. I grabbed the lube and worked a finger or two into his ass. It was tight, much tighter than I thought possible. As I worked my fingers in his ass, his breathing grew heavier. He was rubbing his hands up and down his muscular chest and stomach. Rubbing his nipples and then moving down to almost, but not touching his own dick.
"Now," he gasped, "Do me now."
I grabbed my dick firmly in my hand and aimed the head toward his hairy hole. At first, I felt resistance. But as I got the head past the entrance, I pushed and let my length enter completely up his chute.
"Oh," he gasped as his entire body shook.
I pulled back and thrust forward. Again, he gasped and shook. I looked down at his dick. It was pulsing and pumping precum. His balls were resting against the thick forest of my pubic hair. Pulling back, I saw the thickness of my cock beneath the heavy weight of his balls. I thrust forward, then back. Repeating the motion time and time again. The tight velvet of his man hole taking me places I had never imagined.
As I pulled back, the head of my cock just barely in him, I thrust forward, feeling the delicious rush of sensation. Out again, to just the tip. I looked up at Alan’s face. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his jaw, firmly clenched shut. I lowered my hips and angled up. Then suddenly, his eyes and mouth shot open and a loud "Oh," sounded through the house. I felt a hot wetness landing on my chest and arms and looked down to see his cock bouncing madly as it spewed its load, untouched. Alan had thrown his head back and his arms out wide as he shot his load.
Spent, he looked at me and smiled. I continued to thrust away, feeling the cum begin to make its move. Alan grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me down toward him. His cock and balls pinned between my thrusting body and his. The sticky cum rubbed into the hair on our chests.
He grabbed my head and thrust his tongue deep down my throat. I could feel his asshole squeezing tight around my dick. That's all it took, and I started pumping load, after sticky load, of cum deep in his ass.
I pulled out and felt the sticky mess of cum drip out of his ass. Lying on top of him, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply.
