Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2013 09:17:46 -0500
From: A. Writer <misterliterate@live.com>
Subject: Best Friends Become Better

Best Friends Become Better

I'll never forget that morning, no matter how much time passes.  It has
already been more than 20 years since it happened, taking place back when
my best friend and I were in our mid-thirties, and the memory of it still
stirs my blood and gets a rise out of me.  Maybe because it was so
out-of-the blue, so unexpected and so quick that it almost seems like a
fleeting pseudo-memory, but it surely did happen, and it happened this way:

My wife and I had lived for several years in a nice home in the Midwest,
three bedrooms and two baths, nice big yard and all the rest.  We had
company that weekend, an old childhood buddy of mine and his wife who came
to stay with us every few months, or we went to stay with them.  We had
been best of friends our entire lives, were the same age, had both
graduated from the same high school and the same college, both of us
married and had two kids, and we were both pretty happy and stable in both
our jobs and our home lives.  On this particular morning I had just gone
into the guest bathroom and taken a leak, since the two wives were up in
our master bath working with each others' hair.  I was washing my hands at
the sink when my buddy Tom pushed the door open, since I hadn't latched it,
and quickly apologized, saying, "Sorry bro, but I just gotta piss and I
can't hold it any longer, Damn girls!"  And he unzipped his shorts, pulled
down his whitey tighties, fished out his cock and started peeing, standing
there about two feet to my left, since the guest bathroom was very small
and the toilet and the sink were right next to each other.

Now, I've seen Tom's cock before, as a kid growing up, during high school
gym classes, and occasionally over the years when our families stayed
together.  Not once during all those years did he and I ever talk about or
even hint at anything sexual when it came to each other, even though of
course we talked about sex all the time, as most boys and men do.  But we
never had indicated or intimated in any way to each other any sexual
desires that would lean in that direction.  Like most boys and men, I had
certain gay fantasies every once in a while and had even masturbated to
them on more than one occasion.  But I had never really connected any of
that to my relationship with Tom for some reason.  But on this morning, as
I stood there at the sink and gazed down at Tom's cock that he held between
two fingers and his thumb, the golden stream hitting the water below him,
flowing from a cock that seemed about the same size and girth as mine was,
and that, for the first time ever, grabbed my attention in a way that it
never had before, I felt my own cock stir in my shorts.

Tom finished and I admit all that time, probably about ten seconds or so, I
had just stood there in rapt attention as I gazed at his cock while he held
it lightly in his fingers.  I don't know if he noticed or looked up at me
or what, that's how out of it I was, but then when the stream had stopped
its flow Tom shook his penis a couple times to flick off a few drops.  I
muttered in a sort of gravelly voice that "You know what they say about
shaking it more than a few times, bro."  I was so unconsciously turned on
that I could hardly speak.  Tom just grinned and purposely shook it a few
more times, and since that old so-called myth is not a myth at all, his
cock swelled just enough to notice.  I wasn't even thinking at that moment
as I looked down at this cock, I was only running on lust-filled fumes, and
without saying a word I reached down and he removed his hand at the same
moment I put two fingers and a thumb on his warm cock and gave it a slight
squeeze and a few shakes of my own.  It immediately grew beneath my
fingers, and I shook his penis again, sort of back and forth, and it
continued to grow into a semi-erection, quickly rising upwards as I lightly
squeezed it again.  Neither of us spoke a word as we both stood there and
gazed down at my hand on his cock, with just my index and middle finger and
my thumb wrapped around his hardening cock, as my shaking and squeezing
turned into light stroking as I pulled the loose skin up and down as his
cock rose to a full hard erection in my hand.

It was the first time I had ever touched another man's cock in this way,
the first time, really, that I had even seen a man's erection in real life
other than my own, and everything about the experience was amazing to me.
The unbelievably hot and soft feel of the skin of his cock as I stroked
him, yet beneath that the hard-as-steel firmness of his erection, that
juxtaposition of velvet softness and hard firmness, was an incredible
turn-on to me, and I continued to stroke his hard cock without a single
word from him.  He just reached back with his right arm and placed his hand
against the bathroom door as though to prevent anyone from entering, and
allowed me to continue jacking on his hard cock.  I slowly sank to my knees
beside him, so my face was only about a foot away from his cock, and I
watched as my own hand slowly jacked off my best friend, his cock looking
about the same size as mine, probably around six inches or so, nicely
shaped and colored, with a purplish mushroom head and nice veins running
down the hard shaft.

Time seemed to stop there for us both, not a sound in the room as he stood
there beside me and I knelt there and stroked his cock with a nice steady
rhythm.  Within a minute or two I saw a clear pearl of pre-cum emerge from
his piss slit, and then another, and I reached up with my thumb and rubbed
my thumb over his piss-slit and over the red head of his cock, and Tom
finally murmured, letting out almost a groan, and I went back and jacked
him some more.  Another pearl emerged, and this time I slowly leaned my
head in towards his cock and ever so gently licked the pearl from the tip
of his cock.  Tom groaned again, and I licked at him again, and then I
slowly and warmly engulfed the swollen head of his cock in my hot mouth and
gave it a little suck.  He groaned again, a little louder, and I felt his
shaft stiffen up even more.  I pulled my mouth away and looked at the
glistening head of his swollen cock, wet with my saliva, and I stroked him
again and another pearl appeared and I ducked my head in once again and
licked it off and then took his cock in my mouth again.

This time I kept my warm wet mouth on his cock as I stroked it slowly at
the base, and then I gradually lowered my mouth onto him and took two, then
three inches of his cock into my mouth and sucked on him.  I could hear him
moan softly above me, and I sucked my mouth up and off his cock slowly
while I continued to stroke him, and gazed raptly again at the wet purple
head of his cock glistening only inches away from my face beneath the
bathroom light.  I again lowered my head and sucked him in, and again
lowered my mouth so I took in about three inches of his hard cock into my
mouth, my strokes short and rhythmic at the base, and then I heard Tom
speak for the first time: "I'm gonna cum, bro."  I wasn't sure if it was a
warning or an invitation, but I again sucked my mouth up off of his hard
cock and stroked his stiff shaft as I watched as though mesmerized by the
prospect of seeing him shoot a load of hot cum in front of me, all over my
fingers and hand and wrist.

Then he said once again, "I'm gonna cum, bro," and it was the way he said
it, a sort of implication that he and I were complicit in something here
that drew us together in a way that we had never experienced before.  I
felt his cock hardening even more beneath my hand, and I lowered my head
once again and put my mouth over his cock just as he started to shoot.  He
was already spurting a second shot into my mouth before I realized he had
unloaded the first one, and I felt its hot pool on my tongue, and I
instinctively lowered my mouth onto his cock more deeply, taking several
inches of him into my wet mouth and feeling his cock going into the back of
my throat as it jerked again and spurted another shot into me, and somehow
I engaged a swallowing motion that sort of sucked his cock into my mouth
more deeply and seemed to practically suck the cum out of his cock as he
spurted several more times, his entire body rigid as his hard cock spurted
shot after shot into my mouth and down my throat, my hand all the while
slowly milking the base of his cock and pulling the cum up out of him to
shoot out of that hard shaft and into me.

I slowly pulled my mouth off of him and his red cock was swollen and wet
with my saliva and some of his cum, and my hand stroked him again just once
or twice, lightly, and then I stood up beside him.  Probably about five
minutes in all was all the time it took, and it had been silent the entire
while except for Tom's occasional moans and then his repeated murmur that
led to my giving him the first complete blow job I had ever given a man.
It was the first time I had ever seen, let alone touched, another man's
hard cock and tasted another man's sperm.  It had happened on the spur of
the moment so out-of-the blue that even my fantasies had not dreamed up
such a scenario.  But we had both gone on instinct, and it had been a damn
fulfilling experience for us both.

Happily enough there was no awkwardness between us as we stood there
together, him pulling up his shorts and zipping up, and me wiping my mouth
off on a towel and drinking a glass of water at the sink.  Tom just grinned
again and said, "Bro, that was fuckin' awesome."  I just smiled and said,
"Yeah.  Yeah, it was."  And then we left the room and went back to our
wives.

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