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New Games with an Old Friend By: Allan Jerison
When I was 18, I met a guy named Terry who was 2 years younger than I was. He applied for a job at the place I was managing. I hired him, and within a year we were best friends. I had been gay growing up, but did not want to be that way permanently, so I was trying to keep my sexual urges for other guys under wraps. But Terry was funny, loved to wrestle, and had a great body - so I found myself wanting to have sex with him more and more.
Afraid of losing his friendship, however, I decided not to try anything with him.
When I was 20, and about to get married, I almost did it anyway. We had been working out at his place, and while I was under the barbells, he got some ice and started rubbing it around my nipples to distract me. I called him an ass hole, but I smiled and laughed and kept pumping the iron. He ran the ice down my chest and towards my pants.
"Don't even think about it." I said casually.
"What would you do about it?" he asked.
"Try it and see." I said in a warning kind of voice.
He tried it. He unzipped my jeans and ran the ice down into my underwear.
"You mother-fucker!" I said. Secretly, I wanted him to do a little more, so I faked getting trapped under the weights, "as soon as I get out from under here, your ass is grass."
He did not have his hand in my skivvies, but he did still have control over the ice cube. He started running it over my cock - which was starting to get hard. He was still laughing, and I was still pretending to struggle under the weight. Soon, however, the ice melted to the point that he could not control it, and it slid around to the backside. He zipped my pants and stood up.
"Get that weight back up, dumbo, it's my turn." He said. I put the weight back and got off the bench.
I thought about retaliating in kind, and I think he wanted me to. But I was so aroused that I was afraid I might try something and lose his friendship. Everyone knew we were inseparable - including my fiancee - and breaking the friendship would cause too many questions. So I did not want to risk it.
After he finished, he got a leg cramp, and asked if I would give him a massage to work out the cramp. I eagerly accepted. He lied down on the floor. I told him that if he wanted the massage to do any good, he had to take off his shirt and pants. He did it without question. Then I told him it would be a lot more comfortable for him on the bed. Without another word, he lied down on his bed and waited for me to start massaging his body. I started on his legs.
It was so hard to control myself. He was wearing tight, red underwear with a low cut waistband and mesh on the sides of the crotch. I could see his cock when I looked just right. It was not huge, but it was nothing to lift my nose at, either. I wanted so much to suck it. I wanted to lick his balls, run my tongue along his crack, nibble on the tip. I wanted to know what it was like to have his hard, throbbing cock explode in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. As I thought about it, I got achingly hard. So hard, it was uncomfortable. But still I did nothing.
I did enjoy rubbing all over his body, though. His firm legs, his hard chest. I did work on his round ass. Everywhere, in fact, except his cock. If he had gotten even the slightest bit hard, I would have gone for it. But he did not show any signs of arousal in the least. So I did not make any moves.
I did slap his ass and start wrestling with him. It was fun rolling around on the bed with him in his undies. I probably would have enjoyed it more if I had not been fully dressed. But I took what I could.
Once I got married, our friendship fizzled out. I found out years later that my wife had made some inappropriate comments to him that drove him away. Yet another item not to forgive her for. We divorced after 10 years, and I started looking for my friend again. I was able to find his grandmother's phone number. She remembered me well, and gave me Terry's new phone number. I called, and it was not long before we were enjoying each other again. A few months later we were back together, and it was as if no time had passed at all.
By then, my friend was married and had 2 kids. I was disappointed. I had hoped he might have been exploring new possibilities. Little did I know that was exactly what he was hoping to do.
I got a call from him a month later. He had broken up with his wife, and he wanted to come over and stay with me for a while. "You are always welcome in my house." I told him. "I'm offended that you would think you even needed to ask. Bring a bag and come on over."
He was there in less than an hour, and I let him cry on my shoulder about his problems. I gave him a few beers to relax him, and let him get everything off his chest. I felt bad that he was hurting so much. Soon, talk turned to an area that I would never have expected.
"I think the biggest problem with her was that she never wanted to have sex." He said.
"You're kidding!" I said. "Why would she not be interested in that? You have a fantastic body. What was her problem?"
"I don't know," he said, "but I haven't had any sex at all in over 8 months now."
"Dang! You must be starving!" I replied. " 'Course, I haven't had any sex in two years now."
"But you haven't been divorced that long." He said.
"I know. But she was hardly ever interested. And any time she was, one look at her fat, naked body turned me off. So there was nothing for a long time before she left, and certainly nothing since then." I explained.
"I know what you mean. My wife always wants to argue when I say I want sex. Most of the time, I end up just leaving the room and watching TV on the couch. It's easier than trying to argue with her or try to talk her into anything. I've gotten to be great friends with my hand, though!"
"Tell me. I get aroused just looking at my hand. And I get a hard on whenever I walk down the soap isle at the supermarket." I said.
He laughed hard. He needed to. I laughed with him. The problem was, it wasn't far from the truth for me.
"Can I tell you something without you getting wierded out?" he said.
"Come on, man, you know you can tell me anything." I answered.
"I've been watching this program on Showtime lately. It was on one day when I was out on the couch, and I could not believe what they were doing. But I got hooked on the story line, and now I watch it all the time."
"What is it? I did not know there were weekly programs on their channel. I thought it was all movies."
"It's called Queer As Folk." He said.
"No way - like gay as folk?" I said.
"Yep. They even show totally naked guys getting it on."
"And you are into this show?"
"At first I was repulsed by it, but right away I became curious about it. Like I said, the story line hooked me. But the longer I went without sex, it started turning me on in a kinky sorta way. Then I started beating off while watching it. Now when I see two guys on the show kissing or doing other shit, I get seriously turned on and my cock gets immediately hard. I'm even getting hard now just telling you about it. You think it means I'm gay?"
"Naw. Just looking for a little excitement." I said. "Back when I was married, we sometimes would pick up bi-sexual videos to watch, so we could see something different. I got turned on watching the guys suck each other's cocks. I don't think it makes me gay." I was bisexual, as a matter of fact, but I leaned more towards other men than to women. I wasn't going to scare him off, though. I could see a major opportunity when it presented itself.
"Cool." He said with a smile. An awkward silence fell, and I got us each another beer. I did not know where to take the conversation from there.
"So what do you miss most, as far as sex goes?" he asked.
"Blow jobs, no question." I said. "In fact, I did not even really care about the sex part, though it was fun and felt good. I would have been fine with nothing but blow jobs forever."
"No shit! Me too. Except my wife won't give them to me. I haven't had one since my last girlfriend, years ago," he said.
"I used to get them from my wife, but having not gotten them for so long just makes the desire worse." I said.
"What would you be willing to do to get a blow job?" he asked.
"Just about anything." I said, hoping he might make me an offer. Another strange silence fell. It looked like he was considering something in his mind.
"What else do you miss?" he finally asked.
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"Sure."
"My wife and I used to do a lot of play with my cum. She would rub it on my chest, on my face. I'd rub it on her nipples and lick it back off. She'd sometimes feed it to me if I had cum on my belly. I miss playing with it like that."
"No fuckin' way! You sometimes ate your own cum?"
"Sure. Haven't you ever tried it?"
"No."
"Its actually not bad. I always enjoyed it. Even now, sometimes I eat my load after I beat off."
"And it doesn't taste bad? You sure?"
"Mine doesn't. I'd bet yours tastes about the same." I said.
He smiled a devious smile. "You wanna find out?"
I smiled back at him. "What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you what. You give me a blow job. And if you let me cum in your mouth, then I'll give you one also. Then you can tell me if mine tastes OK too."
"Are you serious?"
"Serious as shit! We both get turned on watching 2 guys suck each other. You don't mind tasting cum. You would do anything for a blow job, and so would I. Let's just suck each other off."
"I don't know man," I said, I had to give him one last out to be sure, "I think you are just pulling my chain, here. I don't think you are serious."
With that, he stood up and unzipped his fly. In less than a minute, he had his shoes, pants, and underwear off. His cock looked beautiful and inviting, and was already mostly hard. "Does it look like I'm not serious? I want you to suck my cock. And if you swallow my load, then I'll suck yours also."
I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. As I kneeled there in front of him, I could smell the sweat from his balls, and I was really getting excited. I looked up into his eyes, and I knew he was serious. He put his hands on the back of my head, gently pulling my face towards his pulsing member, and said, "Man, I've wanted to have sex with you since we were first friends. Don't let me down after making me wait all these years."
I took his whole 7-inch cock into my mouth and down my throat in one fell swoop. God, it felt so good to be sucking on a cock again! I eagerly worked at the tip, taking long sucking strokes up and down the whole cock occasionally. All the while I was playing with his balls using one hand, and massaging his ass with the other. He moaned so loudly that I got more excited just listening to him.
"God, Allan, that feels so good! Nothing has ever felt this good! Yes! Suck me off!" he moaned.
I wanted him, and I wanted him bad! But I knew that if I was going to get to try anything else with him, or if I was going to get a blow job out of this myself, then I had to bring him and swallow his hot, salty load. I had been telling the truth when I said that I sometimes ate my own cum, but I had never had a guy actually orgasm into my mouth before. I was not sure what to expect.
He started fucking my face like mad. While he thrusted with his hips, he simultaneously pulled my head closer with his hand behind my head. I nearly choked a couple of times, but I wanted him to really enjoy this blow job. If it was truly the best thing he had ever gotten, then I wanted him to come back for more. But one of his thrusts was nearly too much for me, so I had to stop.
"Wait!" I said, "I want you to sit down and enjoy this more."
He did not question it. He pulled off his shirt so fast that several of the buttons popped and flew across the room. Then he dropped into his chair and spread his legs. You could see nothing but hungry, animal desire in his face. He said, "Hurry and finish eating this meat, cause I can't wait to get your long, hard cock into my own mouth!" I couldn't wait, either.
Remembering something my wife had once done, I started pumping his cock with my hand, twisting the skin as I went. At the same time, I rubbed his balls with the other hand, and sucked hard on the tip of his pulsating erection. I madly worked my tongue in the groove of his swollen head, and from the sounds coming out of him, I knew I was doing the right thing.
"YES! MY GOD!! YES!! OH, FUCK!!!! YOU'RE THE BEST!!! YESSS!!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!"
He started pumping his hot juices into my mouth. There was an impossibly large amount of cum, I thought. I could not swallow fast enough, and some of it strayed out of my mouth and ran down my chin. I kept working his cock with one hand and tried sucking the cum out of him like a straw. It was delicious! Any time I ate my own cum, it was cold by the time I got it to my mouth. Now I was getting it straight from the source. It was hot and creamy, a little salty, but also sweet. Nothing could compare to taking a fresh, hot load of cum in your mouth - right out of a throbbing, pulsing cock. I knew then that I never wanted another woman again, I just wanted to give head to my friend the rest of my life.
He collapsed back and started rubbing my head with both his hands. "God that was so good!" he said, exhausted, "sex with women is nothing. This is what I want!"
I smiled and said, "Was I any good?"
He looked at me, and pulled my face closer to him. "I'm staying here with you, and my wife can go to hell. I've loved you for years, and I'm not gonna let you go ever again. You can suck my cock any time you want, because I don't want anyone ever touching it but you! And if I had my way, you'd be sucking it for me every day."
"I'll do it twice a day, and 4 times on holidays." I said.
"Thank God!" he said and smiled. "So, was my cum any good?"
"Nothing has ever tasted as good to me. You should try it sometime." I said.
"I think I will, because you missed a spot." He said. With that, he pulled my face to him and licked off the spurt that had run out of my mouth. "Mmmmm. I like it." He kissed me long and hard, playing with my tongue and running his own across my teeth. The kiss was electrifying, and seemed to last forever. I wanted it to last forever. "Now let's see how good yours is."
He pushed me down onto the floor on my back. All the while, he kept kissing me. He unbuttoned my shirt and gently rubbed my chest. He played with my nipples. He unbuttoned my 501's and ran his hand down into my underwear. It felt so good to have another man feeling my hard cock with his strong fingers. He took his time, enjoying the feel of it, making me enjoy him feeling it.
He said, "It's bigger and harder than I remember it being! I can't wait to taste it!"
He pulled my jeans down, and started kissing my neck, then my chest. He really loved sucking my nipples. While he did, he started rubbing his cock against my own. He was already hard again, and the feel of his hot cock against my own was heaven. Then he moved down and kissed my abs, my belly, and finally - thank God, finally! - took my dick into his mouth.
He sucked hard, and did to me the same things to me that I had done to him. He licked it like an all day sucker, running his tongue up and down - each time flicking the tip with his strong tongue. He licked my balls, and even took one into his mouth - very gently sucking it and rolling it around on his tongue. Finally, he decided he wanted my jizm in his mouth - and he wanted it bad! He sucked like a mad man and pumped my cock with his strong, warm hand. It was less than a minute of this frenzied action before I was ready to explode.
"God!! YESS!! I'm gonna CUM!!!!!!" I yelled.
He sucked harder and pumped faster, and I started to orgasm. I shot wad after wad of sperm into his hot mouth. To my surprise, he took every drop like an expert. He even kept sucking and pumping me after the last of it was gone. I felt like I had been sucked dry, like I had felt the sperm being sucked clean out of the balls and everything. It felt like nothing I had ever felt in my life. Terry was a far better fuck than my wife had been. And this was just the beginning of our sex lives together.
He was so turned on by blowing me that he needed more release, so he sat on my hips and started to whack off like crazy. He was ready, too. In no time at all, he started to orgasm, and sprayed yet another huge wad of hot cum onto my chest and face. It felt so good!
He looked down with a grin, and started rubbing his fresh cum all over my chest and neck. God! It felt so good! Then he slid up and straddled my chest, rubbing his sticky sperm more with his cock and ass. I took his softening cock into my mouth and sucked the last of his savory juice out of him. Then he lay down next to me on the floor.
"After we take a nap together," he said, "then we can try some more fun together. I've been taking notes from that TV show, and I'm sure you remember some tricks from those bi-videos."
"We don't have to try everything right away, you know." I said, so exhausted that I could not imagine getting it up again that day.
"But I want to try it all now. I want to do everything we can think of tonight, so we know what we like the best from now on. I want to please you every day forever, and I know for a fact that you are able to please me."
I fell asleep in his arms, enjoying the smell of his cum on my chest and face. And after I woke up, we did try everything we could think of. And the things we liked best have been done every day since then.