Date: Tue, 5 May 2015 06:23:46 -0500
From: 1967author@gmail.com
Subject: MyMarriedFriendPartFive

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My Married Friend (Part Five)

	The rest of the retreat was awesome. We went to the events from
which our absence would be notable. We skipped the rest, spending the time
in Rob's room with me sucking him and him fucking me. If Rob's wife had
wanted a load when we got back in town, she'd have had to work pretty hard
for it. As we lay in bed on Sunday morning, I counted 15 loads over the
past 60 hours, or one every four hours. I wanted one more before we left,
and I knew exactly how I wanted it.

	Rob was asleep on his stomach, so I decided to wake him up by
eating his ass. Like many straight men, he was not very attentive to anal
hygiene or maintenance. So, I got a warm cloth, slid it between his
muscular, round butt cheeks, and then slowly buried my face in his ass. He
had to be awake, as he adjusted his ass and slightly spread his legs,
providing me unfettered access to his opening. I plunged in, burying my
face in his musky ass.

	Rob thoroughly enjoyed getting his salad tossed, pushing back
against me as I pushed forward. I cupped his balls as I started to force my
tongue past his ring of resistance. I wanted him to utter two words, and I
was not going to stop eating until he did. I coated him with my spit as a I
worked my tongue in and out of him, trying to coax him to admit what he
wanted. With no other options, I forced my finger into his ass and searched
for his prostate. When I hit it, I got what I wanted . . . .

	"Fuck me."

	I was happy to oblige. I raised up, spit in my hand, coated my
dick, and pressed it in where my finger had been. I was no sadist. I pushed
slowly in, stopping every inch or two so Rob could adjust. When I was all
the way in, I laid down flat on his back, hooked my arms under his armpits,
and started slowly sliding in and out of him. Rob was quickly pushing back
into me, and I knew he was rubbing his own hard dick against his stomach
and the sheets as he did. I changed my angle until I felt the hard nub of
his prostate against my dick, and then I held that angle and slowly worked
in and out as Rob panted.

	A layer of sweat appeared between his back and my smooth, hairless
chest.

	Rob's ass clenched as he came. I shuddered as my own orgasm
followed. I filled Rob's ass.

	When we were both spent, I raised up on my arms, and I leaned down
and kissed between Rob's shoulder blades. Then I kissed his sides as I
worked my way down his back. Then, I gently bit each of his ass cheeks
until I moved in for the kill, licking from his ass the little bit of my
cum that had leaked when I pulled out.

	"Whoa, what are you doing?"

	"Don't you worry about it," I said as I swallowed what I had
stolen.

	"This is getting weird."

	"Rob, you're having sex with your male best friend behind your
wife's back. It is not getting weird. It has been weird," I said as I
pulled off and headed to the shower.

	Rob joined me in the shower. We washed each other. Once the shower
was over, we dried each other. We did not kiss, which I noticed.

	We sat next to each other on the flight home. I tried to hold Rob's
hand on the flight home. Each time, he pulled it away. The romance of the
weekend was over.

	Rob had driven me to the airport, so he had to drive me home. When
we got to my house, Rob hopped out of the car, and grabbed my bag from the
trunk.

	"I can carry it," I said, as I fished my key out of my carry-on.

	"I'm good," Rob responded as he headed up my steps.

	I unlocked the door, and Rob carried my bag inside.

	"You got anything to drink?" Rob asked as he put the bag down.

	"I have everything to drink," I said, moving my bag out of the
entryway.

	"I'll take a jack and coke," Rob said as he moved into the living
room and grabbed the remote. After making the drink, I joined him.

	"What's going on?"

	"Amy thinks we're on the 6 p.m. flight, so I've got a couple hours
to kill."

	"Kill or fill?" I asked, implicitly suggesting we cap our fuckfest
off with an in-home edition.

	"Just kill," Rob said as he took a sip of his drink and rested his
head on the back of the couch. It was clear he was troubled by something.

	"What's up?" I asked.

	"I'm just trying to make sense of things."

	"How so?"

	"I'm attracted to women. I have never been attracted to guys. I
have never wanted to fuck a guy. I have never had a gay thought. But, I
just spent the weekend fucking a guy. A lot. And I liked it. A lot. And I'm
trying to figure out what it all means."

	"Why does it have to mean anything?"

	"How can it not?"

	"Here's how I see it. You love me. I love you. That love has gotten
physical. That's all. If we stop fucking, I don't think you're going to
find another guy. I'm the only guy you'll ever fuck. Your love for me is
making you do things that are not natural for you. It is not releasing
things that are natural for you. You'd prefer if your wife would fuck you.
She won't. You'd prefer that I had a pussy. I don't. I have a dick. So,
you're making do. That's all."

	"You think it can be that easy?"

	"The easy explanation is usually the right one." I hesitated, as
Rob looked unconvinced. "Look, it's not like you secretly hooked up with
guys, watched gay porn, or got a thrill to men's underwear ads. I know you
like tits and pussy. You know you like tits and pussy. So, yes, it's that
easy. Don't make it more than it is."

	"I'm not sure I am comfortable with all of the kissing."

	"What?"

	"The kissing. I'm not comfortable with it. It makes it all more
than it is."

	I was devastated. Rob saw it on my face and stood to leave.

	I hugged him good-bye. As I did, my dick got hard. I could not help
myself. I crossed the line again. "You know, this does not have to be a
road show only."

	"It does."

	"Why?"

	"It seems less awful to me."

	"Then we'll keep it a road show," I said, although I could feel his
dick swelling against my stomach, and neither of would release the hug.
When he finally let go of me, his dick was hard as a rock and pressing
against the inside of his khakis. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help
myself, so I grabbed it.

	Rob grabbed my shoulders a bit too hard. "Not here. I just said
that. Not here."

	I let go of him.

	"I have to go," he said, as he headed out the door. I had ruined a
gentle good-bye with my avarice.