This may sound like a novel, but truly happened this past weekend:
My best bud Turk had his 25 year old brother-in-law Steph over at the house during Superbowl to help fix Steph's car. Turk knows that Steph eyeing his body from past occasions, and decided to do a cock tease on the poor guy by going commando (his usual) under a pair of worn coveralls that had a broken zipper down the front. As he crawled under the car, his lower body was essentially exposed down to his pubes. When he asked Steph for a tool, the guy placed his hands into the coveralls and started to give Turk a hand job. That quickly turned into a blow job, with Steph crawling down between his legs. Just at this moment, Linda (Turk's wife) went into the garage with some beers for the guys, only to find her brother's mouth dripping with a load of cum. She screamed blood murder, dropped the beers and ran into the house. Turk pushed Steph off and ran after her, his dripping cock still dangling over his soaked coveralls. She screamed, telling him to get out of the house, and didn't want anything to do with him at this point.
Turk grabbed his keys and wallet and tore out of the place, ending up at my front door looking for refuge. I was shocked by his hasty explanation and of course welcomed him in. Told him to strip off that cum-stained coveralls and get into the shower. I rummaged through my closet to find something for him to wear, knowing that with his bulked up body most of my stuff would not fit. Found an old judo gi, and tossed it to him as he walked out nude from the shower. The pants barely fit him like skin-tight jeans, even with the open waist slit sides knotted up. After a few (many) beers, I agreed to call Linda, as the three of us have gotten along well over the past ten or so years. She reluctantly agreed to pack up some of his gear for work, and I drove over immediately.
Linda was less that cordial as she shoved a duffle bag at me. Of course, I tried to minimize the incident by saying that lot of guys are curious about what sex with another guy is like, and probably have engaged in some experimentation during their lives, while still considering themselves straight. She looked me straight in the eye, as asked if Turk and I had done so, already knowing the two of us were constantly horseplaying and physically taunting each other as best buds. Unfortunately, and partly stunned by her direct question, I hesitated too long, and she took this as my answer. Honestly, Turk and I have had some (okay more than) "intimate moments", usually fueled by lots of alcohol, like after our team lost at the World Cup or the last Superbowl, when we sought some outlet for our frustrations.
Now, three days later, Turk and Linda are back together with their kids, in a momentary truce. Of course Linda is pissed at me, and won't let me near her or the kids. Turk has turned a frosty shoulder to me when I tried to see him, but I know this will only be temporary, until he realizes how much our friendship has meant of the years.
Guess I am wondering if I should have interceded for my buddy, and the cost of such action. Don't think I would have done things differently, but still stinging from the aftermath,
My best bud Turk had his 25 year old brother-in-law Steph over at the house during Superbowl to help fix Steph's car. Turk knows that Steph eyeing his body from past occasions, and decided to do a cock tease on the poor guy by going commando (his usual) under a pair of worn coveralls that had a broken zipper down the front. As he crawled under the car, his lower body was essentially exposed down to his pubes. When he asked Steph for a tool, the guy placed his hands into the coveralls and started to give Turk a hand job. That quickly turned into a blow job, with Steph crawling down between his legs. Just at this moment, Linda (Turk's wife) went into the garage with some beers for the guys, only to find her brother's mouth dripping with a load of cum. She screamed blood murder, dropped the beers and ran into the house. Turk pushed Steph off and ran after her, his dripping cock still dangling over his soaked coveralls. She screamed, telling him to get out of the house, and didn't want anything to do with him at this point.
Turk grabbed his keys and wallet and tore out of the place, ending up at my front door looking for refuge. I was shocked by his hasty explanation and of course welcomed him in. Told him to strip off that cum-stained coveralls and get into the shower. I rummaged through my closet to find something for him to wear, knowing that with his bulked up body most of my stuff would not fit. Found an old judo gi, and tossed it to him as he walked out nude from the shower. The pants barely fit him like skin-tight jeans, even with the open waist slit sides knotted up. After a few (many) beers, I agreed to call Linda, as the three of us have gotten along well over the past ten or so years. She reluctantly agreed to pack up some of his gear for work, and I drove over immediately.
Linda was less that cordial as she shoved a duffle bag at me. Of course, I tried to minimize the incident by saying that lot of guys are curious about what sex with another guy is like, and probably have engaged in some experimentation during their lives, while still considering themselves straight. She looked me straight in the eye, as asked if Turk and I had done so, already knowing the two of us were constantly horseplaying and physically taunting each other as best buds. Unfortunately, and partly stunned by her direct question, I hesitated too long, and she took this as my answer. Honestly, Turk and I have had some (okay more than) "intimate moments", usually fueled by lots of alcohol, like after our team lost at the World Cup or the last Superbowl, when we sought some outlet for our frustrations.
Now, three days later, Turk and Linda are back together with their kids, in a momentary truce. Of course Linda is pissed at me, and won't let me near her or the kids. Turk has turned a frosty shoulder to me when I tried to see him, but I know this will only be temporary, until he realizes how much our friendship has meant of the years.
Guess I am wondering if I should have interceded for my buddy, and the cost of such action. Don't think I would have done things differently, but still stinging from the aftermath,
