Being Happy

By J. M. Vincent / Shyoldguy

Published on Apr 3, 2010

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BEING HAPPY

By: shyoldguy

Over the last couple of years, I was not as interested in women. It seemed like just too much work for a little pussy. It wasn't all that satisfying, I mean I could get just as satisfied with a little lube and my right hand . . . and I didn't need to buy it dinner. You know, meeting someone, getting to know them, seducing them, getting them into bed, and then trying to act interested when all I wanted was a little pussy every now and then. Way too much work for the pay off.

I am not over the hill, I am just thirty two, still kind of nice looking, women were still interested, but I just didn't want to invest all that time and energy. They never wanted to do much more than straight missionary style sex and climbing on top of an unresponsive body was not all that exciting anymore.

So, I settled for on-line porn and my hand. I had also noticed that lately I was paying more attention to the well hung, hunky men in the videos than the women. One day I accidentally pulled up a gay porn site, and was more interested than I should have been for a straight guy. But . . . as I stroked looking at the various men, young, older, Twinkie, and hunks, my dick got harder than usual, and when I shot my load, it was massive. I was hooked.

Did this mean I was gay? I mean I have had sex with many women, all my body parts worked with them. Maybe I was just board and looking for something different. I had read that boys going through puberty generally experiment with gay sex. Some of them had jack off buddies that they regularly did stuff with. Most boys outgrow it and move on to straight relationships. I had never done anything like that; maybe this was just "arrested development".

I was over at my neighbor's apartment, Kyle was thirty four and he and I had been best friends for years. I had just graduated from college, and he had just gotten a divorce, and we were both moving into our apartments on the same day nine years ago, we hit it off, and started hanging out after work together.

We were watching the game, just sitting around and drinking beer on a long quiet Saturday. I don't know what possessed me to ask the question but I did, "Did you ever have a jack off buddy when you were a kid?"

I guess the question sort of caught him off guard, "What, why do you ask?"

"Well, I was just reading that most boys do, and I never did anything like that, did you?"

He got up without answering me and went toward the kitchen asking if I wanted another beer. When he came back, he handed me the cold brew, and kicked back staring at the screen watching the two teams chase after the one guy with the ball as he ran toward the goal. As the tv crowd went wild, he said, "Yeah, I did. His name was Denny, we were both 13. We messed around for a couple of years, and then he moved away. You are right; I guess we did out grow it."

His voice sounded funny, and I couldn't decide if it was from recalling a pleasant memory, or that this was an uncomfortable subject. I was a little turned on with the thought of a young Kyle sexing up another boy, and not ready to drop the subject. "I never did anything like that, and sometimes I wonder if I should have. I think I may have missed out on an important part of development."

"Well, I think we are too old for that kind of nonsense now. Why do you think you missed something important?"

"Well, I kind of have lost interest in sex. I am only thirty two man, I'm not dead yet. It just seems like way too much work for too small a pay off. And sometimes I wonder . . ."

He started laughing, "Your talking to a man that has not had a woman since my wife left nine years ago. You are not the only one. You aren't suggesting that you and I ..."

"Hell no man, well maybe . . . I mean why not. We don't need to be in love or anything, it's just sex. Of the sounds of things you could use it too."

He got up, and stood in front of me, I suddenly wished I had kept my mouth shut, was he going to ask me to leave? Beat me up? I was shocked by what he did do, he cupped his junk through his sweat pants, shaking it and said, "Your right man, if you want it, here it is, come and get it."

Now what should I do? Was he just kidding, was he serious? If he was just kidding and I went for it, would our friendship be over? I just sat their stunned.

He pulled down his pants, exposing a good sized semi-hard cock, "I mean it man, let's do this."

I still just sat there. He leaned down, grasping me by the hair on the back of my head, and pressed his dry, cracked lips to mine. I could not believe this, Kyle was kissing me. Not only that, he was probing my mouth with his tongue. My heart started to race, and my cock jumped in my jeans. My hand reached around him and grabbed one of his round tight butt cheeks.

He stood back up, stepping out of the tangle of sweat pants and underwear, and flopped down on the couch next to me in just his white t-shirt and socks. His manhood stood straight up. It was not semi-hard, but rock hard and leaking. A drop of clear liquid, glistening in the light from the tv was balanced on the pee slit. I watched in silence as it slid down the tight shiny skin of his cock head, and dripped off the corona and into his tangled bush only to be replaced by another.

"I have always wondered what would have happened if Denny didn't move away. Maybe I didn't "out grow it" He said. "I feel kind of funny sitting here with my pants off, and you still fully dressed, it's your turn."

With that I stood and pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and kicked off my sandals. I undid the button on the front of my jeans and worked the zipper down, letting them fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so I was now butt ass naked in front of my best friend. And . . . yes I was hard. I stepped out of my jeans, and sat back down next to him, spreading my legs to let my heavy balls rest on his sofa cushion. My knee rested against his. "You can touch it you know." He said as his eyes traveled over my naked body.

I reached over, and wrapped my hand around his thing. It was hot, and a solid shaft of steel wrapped in the softest of skin. His pre-cum ran down onto my hand. He leaned back, closing his eyes and moaned. "I can't believe we are doing this, I mean for real, both of us naked and hard." I whispered, afraid that someone would hear and know what we were doing."

"You just wait, we haven't done anything yet." He said, smiling and opening his eyes and making eye contact with me. He reached over and grabbed my raging cock, and slowly started jacking it. I guess this is what two boys did to each other when they first started exploring the possibilities of gay sex.

I could not believe the sensation of his hand on my cock; it had been so long since anyone touched me that way, in that place. My insides were boiling, as he leaned over and started nibbling on my hard little tits. I paced my hand on the back of his head, grabbing him by the hair, and guiding his hot, wet mouth from one nipple to the other. Damn, a woman never sucked and chewed on them for me before. If felt so good.

He pulled back and placed his mouth on mine, his rough sweet tongue probing mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth, his hand gripping my hair and pushing my face into his. He pulled back, gasping for air. He let go of my rod just in time, another second and I would have blown my load. He ripped his t-shirt off over his head, and slid down to the floor in between my splayed legs.

That warm wonderful tongue started lapping my hairy balls and traveled up the shaft of my raging cock. I couldn't believe he was doing this, and I didn't even need to ask, he acted like he was enjoying it. No woman I have ever been with wanted to do this to me, they would if I asked, but they didn't like doing it. Kyle was moaning as his mouth wrapped around my sensitive head, his tongue lapping the leaking pre-cum from my piss slit, his hand pumping his rod.

I was on the verge of sexual overload when my cock slid down his throat. The feeling of his hot wet esophagus surrounding my steel shaft pushed me over the edge. I could feel the cum leave my balls and shoot up that thin little tube to his waiting mouth. My orgasm was the strongest I could remember. I actually stopped breathing as my hot, thick, white cum filled his mouth. I could feel his throat muscles contracting on my dick, and it caused a second orgasm that I thought would turn me inside out. I think I screamed like a girl as my second load coated his wet, sexy mouth.

He pulled off, looked up at me with those sparkling eyes, a dribble of my cum on his chin, and asked the most stupid question I have ever heard. "Well, did you like it?"

Did I like it? Hell, it was the best orgasm I had ever had. Damn right I loved it! "Oh, yeah" was all I could get out. My heart was still beating out of my chest, and my sex things inside were still throbbing, and my cock was so sensitive that the cool air from the room on my spit wet skin was driving me crazy.

He stood up in front of me, his long hard cock sticking straight up, pre-cum pouring out of the pee slit and dripping down his shaft and dripping off his hairy balls onto my knee. "Would you be so kind as to return the favor?" He asked a crooked smile on his face. He stepped in and put his hand on the back of my head to guide me to his rod. "I have never done this before." I said.

Just be careful of your teeth, I am very sensitive, I am sure you will do fine. As my face got closer to his throbbing hard tool, I could start to smell his musky man smell. It was a fragrance that suggested sex, was not overpowering, or objectionable, but hinted at his maleness. It was powerful, and got me hot all over again. I stuck my tongue out and tentatively touched it to the end of his cock, tasting his pre-cum for the first time.

I have read that lots of men eat their own pre-cum, and swallow their own cum, I had never done that. So Kyle's warm pre-cum was the first I had ever tasted. I had been skeptical when all the stories say it is sweet, and wonderful. I was right it was not sweet, but had a distinctive flavor all of its own. It was warm and thin, and not at all unpleasant. As a matter of fact, I liked it.

He disengaged my mouth from his cock long enough to sit back down on the couch, and spread his legs inviting me to get on my knees in between them. And . . . I did. I continued licking the slick stuff off his dick head and from his shaft and balls until his hand applied a little more pressure, and pushed his rod into my mouth.

I could not believe I was doing this; I was naked between my best friend's legs, his hard leaking cock in my mouth . . . and I was enjoying it. He humped his hips gently fucking my mouth. His rod was hard as steel, and covered in that silky soft skin. It tasted wonderful, the combination of his pre-cum, piss, and skin. It was hot on my tongue, and kept striking the back of my throat on his inward thrust. I had to work at not gagging.

I felt so dirty doing this, and I liked that feeling. My own cock was stiff again, and my balls hurt with need. I started stroking myself as I pleasured Kyle with my mouth. It didn't take him long, and he shot a huge load of salty thick cum into my mouth. I swirled it around in my mouth, coating his dick head. I wanted to savor the first cum I had ever tasted. I was so happy it was Kyle's.

I leaned back and let his now softening dick drop from my mouth, it was shiny with my spit and his cum. I was still stroking my thick, hard cock, as Kyle leaned back, with a smile on his face watching me pleasure myself. This must be how those young teen boys felt when there jack off buddy watched them get off for the first time. I liked putting on my little show for him.

It didn't take long and my second load shot onto his hairy shins. I watched as it slowly ran down to the top of his white sock, he had never taken them off. I leaned down and started licking my mess off his leg. When I got to the top of his sock, I slowly pealed it down and off. I continued licking his foot, and then started sucking on his toes. I had no idea why I wanted to do something like that. I had never thought of doing it to any of the women I had been with, but the thought of having his toes in my mouth was arousing.

His feet did not smell exactly, but they did have an aroma that was distinctly "feet". They were warm, slightly damp, and tasted wonderful; I could feel my recently drained balls tingle. After I had bathed each and every toe with my saliva, I leaned in and rested my head on his inner thigh. I looked up into his very satisfied face, and asked, "Does this mean we are gay, or bi, or something?"

He replied while his right hand stroked my hair, "I call it being happy."

Well guys, if this story got you hard, let me know. I love to hear from guys that read my stuff. shyoldguy@hotmail.com

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