How dull for a title... but I hope is entertaining 
I never wrote down this story, because it is mine, it is true and I didn’t actually need to.
But there is indeed pleasure in sharing crazy, funny, delightful experiences with people that can understand so… here we go.
I met my best friend - let’s call him Luca - when I had my first job in the city (I am a countryboy and started living in a big city after graduating form college).
It was a suite & tie job, but crazy schedule and challenging projects kept the mood very friendly in the teams and with the bosses.
When I was 28 I onboarded on a project this cool, serious, posed, rational guy, 2 years younger than me.
Former basketball player, a little over 6 feet, big shoulders, hands, thighs.
His performance was perfect, he became shortly the best person in my team… but what hit me was something different.
Despite having very different attitudes to life, people, all matters, we got along very very well, we personally understood each other, and this showed in the lengthy personal discussions we had.
I guess that’s how you find a good and best friend.
At the time he had a girlfriend since high school (and planning to get married); no doubt he was (is?) straight and even if totally fine with different sexual preferences, never considered to try something different than sex with a girlfriend.
I was single, struggling with a new love story with a girl and perfectly aware of being bi; I also had some experiences with guys and tried all vanilla sex.
We did a lot together: working, swimming, diving, walking, talking, drinking…
He gets married, I get engaged, we both got promoted… life happily goes on.
When I decided to get married and wanted him as my bestman, I told him I needed to confess the only thing he did not know about me yet… that I was bi.
He was very cool about it, made some fun about certain looks I gave him or what I may think in a locker room; all in all a very nice moment because the main message from him was “I am honoured you want me as your best man and even more you decided to share also this private thing with me”.
Our friendship went on as (or better) than before (we are still best friends).
A couple of years went by; once in a while we joked about me wanting to have sex with him; he always clearly avoided biting at my hints but that was not at all a problem for me.
It was just funny for me to call him a “dinosaur” for the lack of fantasy and creativity in all matters, including sex.
We started working in different locations so we started having chats over the phone at the end of the working day.
During one of those phone calls, out of the blue, Luca tells me “I want to try”.
“What?”
“Sex with a man”
“You serious?”
“Yeah”
I almost drove off the road as my brain started computing the meaning of this.
Long story short, we decided where and when… but not what: my apartment, 3 days later, we would meet for pizza, beer and… whatever.
Only rule was: all had to be mutual, no fixed roles.
So the night comes and we are both tense as hell; we chit chat a bit, we go for pizza and a beer… then two… then three…
After that we looked at each other, tension was palpable, we stood up, got close to each other and… our lips touched.
First kiss was just lips, the second was full tongue, the third was furious, a race on who put more tongue in it (he won, having a huge tongue).
We paused kissing and starting giggling and undressing.
We kept our underwear on, although hardons were pretty clear at that moment.
We resumed french-kissing, while feeling each other everywhere, shoulders, back, ass…
…then I kneeled in front of him on the wooden floor, that underwear I saw a million times, that cock I saw many times soft, now pushing the fabric.
I pulled down the waistband and with no licking or gentle stroking I started sucking him.
He breathed out and started enjoying.
I went on for a couple of minutes then I stood up and told him “your turn”.
He diligently went down on me, putting all efforts to do a good job… actually deep-throating my 7,5 inches.
I told him he was great and asked if really this was the first time. He said “yes, I am trying to do what I see in porn movies”
After a while we decided to move to the shower.
We stepped in, kissing and touching each other.
Soap brought a whole new attention to our buttholes; we started caressing and probing each other’s holes until I told him “you said that many years ago you tried to stick a finger up your ass… show me how”.
And he showed me.
I was mesmerised by this tall, straight (yeah), muscled guy, bending in front of me to show me he was capable of pushing one of his big fingers in his ass.
I did the same, playing with one of my fingers and his hole.
Then I could not resist and did something I never did before: lick his hole.
As I started doing so he let out a loud, convinced grunt, and began stroking his own cock; I understood I was doing right
I dared him to do the same to me, which he did.
He played with my hole, one finger, then two (wow, his fingers were thick) and then that big, fat tongue.
At that point both of us were looking for orgasm; I pulled him up and suggested “if you eat mine I will eat yours”.
As he agreed, I went down on him quick and strong, I wanted him so bad in my mouth.
After little more than a minute I felt his cock getting even harder and he put a hand on my head; I knew he was cumming… and I swallowed 5 or 6 spurts.
Then I stood up and he obediently resumed sucking me.
When I was close to cum I told him “don’t swallow”.
I came in his mouth, then pulled him up and there was no need to tell him what I had in mind.
We kissed and snowballed for some long minutes then we swallowed what we had in our mouths.
…and then we cracked laughing
It was the kind of laugh you share when you did something “out of line” that you enjoyed… a lot.
We chatted a bit, mostly making fun of each other performance and then he left to go home.
We did not plan for anything that night but this was the first fun session of a 4-month series where we tried… well, a lot
Sorry if it was too lengthy or boring but I hope this gives you the feeling of that crazy night.
I never wrote down this story, because it is mine, it is true and I didn’t actually need to.
But there is indeed pleasure in sharing crazy, funny, delightful experiences with people that can understand so… here we go.
I met my best friend - let’s call him Luca - when I had my first job in the city (I am a countryboy and started living in a big city after graduating form college).
It was a suite & tie job, but crazy schedule and challenging projects kept the mood very friendly in the teams and with the bosses.
When I was 28 I onboarded on a project this cool, serious, posed, rational guy, 2 years younger than me.
Former basketball player, a little over 6 feet, big shoulders, hands, thighs.
His performance was perfect, he became shortly the best person in my team… but what hit me was something different.
Despite having very different attitudes to life, people, all matters, we got along very very well, we personally understood each other, and this showed in the lengthy personal discussions we had.
I guess that’s how you find a good and best friend.
At the time he had a girlfriend since high school (and planning to get married); no doubt he was (is?) straight and even if totally fine with different sexual preferences, never considered to try something different than sex with a girlfriend.
I was single, struggling with a new love story with a girl and perfectly aware of being bi; I also had some experiences with guys and tried all vanilla sex.
We did a lot together: working, swimming, diving, walking, talking, drinking…
He gets married, I get engaged, we both got promoted… life happily goes on.
When I decided to get married and wanted him as my bestman, I told him I needed to confess the only thing he did not know about me yet… that I was bi.
He was very cool about it, made some fun about certain looks I gave him or what I may think in a locker room; all in all a very nice moment because the main message from him was “I am honoured you want me as your best man and even more you decided to share also this private thing with me”.
Our friendship went on as (or better) than before (we are still best friends).
A couple of years went by; once in a while we joked about me wanting to have sex with him; he always clearly avoided biting at my hints but that was not at all a problem for me.
It was just funny for me to call him a “dinosaur” for the lack of fantasy and creativity in all matters, including sex.
We started working in different locations so we started having chats over the phone at the end of the working day.
During one of those phone calls, out of the blue, Luca tells me “I want to try”.
“What?”
“Sex with a man”
“You serious?”
“Yeah”
I almost drove off the road as my brain started computing the meaning of this.
Long story short, we decided where and when… but not what: my apartment, 3 days later, we would meet for pizza, beer and… whatever.
Only rule was: all had to be mutual, no fixed roles.
So the night comes and we are both tense as hell; we chit chat a bit, we go for pizza and a beer… then two… then three…
After that we looked at each other, tension was palpable, we stood up, got close to each other and… our lips touched.
First kiss was just lips, the second was full tongue, the third was furious, a race on who put more tongue in it (he won, having a huge tongue).
We paused kissing and starting giggling and undressing.
We kept our underwear on, although hardons were pretty clear at that moment.
We resumed french-kissing, while feeling each other everywhere, shoulders, back, ass…
…then I kneeled in front of him on the wooden floor, that underwear I saw a million times, that cock I saw many times soft, now pushing the fabric.
I pulled down the waistband and with no licking or gentle stroking I started sucking him.
He breathed out and started enjoying.
I went on for a couple of minutes then I stood up and told him “your turn”.
He diligently went down on me, putting all efforts to do a good job… actually deep-throating my 7,5 inches.
I told him he was great and asked if really this was the first time. He said “yes, I am trying to do what I see in porn movies”
After a while we decided to move to the shower.
We stepped in, kissing and touching each other.
Soap brought a whole new attention to our buttholes; we started caressing and probing each other’s holes until I told him “you said that many years ago you tried to stick a finger up your ass… show me how”.
And he showed me.
I was mesmerised by this tall, straight (yeah), muscled guy, bending in front of me to show me he was capable of pushing one of his big fingers in his ass.
I did the same, playing with one of my fingers and his hole.
Then I could not resist and did something I never did before: lick his hole.
As I started doing so he let out a loud, convinced grunt, and began stroking his own cock; I understood I was doing right
I dared him to do the same to me, which he did.
He played with my hole, one finger, then two (wow, his fingers were thick) and then that big, fat tongue.
At that point both of us were looking for orgasm; I pulled him up and suggested “if you eat mine I will eat yours”.
As he agreed, I went down on him quick and strong, I wanted him so bad in my mouth.
After little more than a minute I felt his cock getting even harder and he put a hand on my head; I knew he was cumming… and I swallowed 5 or 6 spurts.
Then I stood up and he obediently resumed sucking me.
When I was close to cum I told him “don’t swallow”.
I came in his mouth, then pulled him up and there was no need to tell him what I had in mind.
We kissed and snowballed for some long minutes then we swallowed what we had in our mouths.
…and then we cracked laughing
It was the kind of laugh you share when you did something “out of line” that you enjoyed… a lot.
We chatted a bit, mostly making fun of each other performance and then he left to go home.
We did not plan for anything that night but this was the first fun session of a 4-month series where we tried… well, a lot
Sorry if it was too lengthy or boring but I hope this gives you the feeling of that crazy night.
