My Married Friend

I got hard. As he washed my legs and feet, my dick was right in front of his face. I did not say a word. He looked up at me, looked at my dick, and - to my surprise and delight - took it in his mouth. The sensation of the shower had me on edge, so I was only a few strokes from coming when he started. I could feel his thick tongue right under my head, rubbing my sweet spot.

"I am not going to last long," I warned. He kept sliding forward and backward. I tried to hold my orgasm off, but I could not. When I said "I'm coming," he pulled off and moved his head to the side. I grabbed my dick and finished what he had started, shooting my load against his shoulder and chest. When I finished, he stood up.

"Sorry, I do not think I am ready for that yet."

"That's okay," I said, my mind spinning around the word "yet." I then washed him just as lovingly as he had washed me, running my hands and mouth over every inch of his muscled, manly body. When I rubbed my hand through his ass crack, he smiled at me.

"Tonight, I want you to do that thing with your tongue again."

"Gladly," I said, wishing the golf was over and the night was here.

*****

Golf was a disaster that afternoon. I was too distracted to focus.

Dinner was worse. Peter and John had nowhere else to be, so they lingered over dessert. Then, they ordered after dinner drinks. I was impatient and pissed. Rob seemed fine.

When we got to our room, he kept his boxer briefs and undershirt on and turned on ESPN. Something was up. Or not, so to speak.

"You okay," I asked.

"I think so."

"You still want what you asked for this morning?"

"I don't think so. I did not drink much. I think alcohol makes me do things I don't want to do."

"Really? I think alcohol frees me to do what I want to do. And, you were stone sober this morning."

"I guess that's true. . . . Still, I think I will take a pass tonight."

"Suit yourself." I feigned indifference. I was not indifferent. I was pissed and a little bit hurt.

When SportsCenter was over, I stripped to my boxers and climbed under the sheets.

"Good night," I said as I turned on my left side, my back to Rob.

"Good night."

As I lay there, I heard Rob remove his briefs and his shirt. After he turned out the light, I felt the sheet move and the weight of him sink into my bed. Then, I felt his arm over me as he pushed up behind me.

"What are you doing?"

"Just because I don't want to fool around does not mean I don't want to be with you," he said as he kissed the back of my head and pulled me tighter to him. "Now, let's get some sleep."

His hard dick was pressed against my ass. "It's going to be hard to sleep with your dick poking at me."

"I can't control how my body reacts to you."

"You sure you don't want to fool around?"

"I'm sure."

With that, I shifted a little, and then reached back and grabbed his dick.

Rob whispered into my neck, "I said I'm sure."

"I know, I am just putting it away so I can sleep," as said as I slid his hard dick between my legs and into my ballsack. He put his right hand in the middle of my chest and pulled me back hard against him.

"You sure you're okay?" I asked, fretfully.

"I'm sure."

*****

When I woke up, it was light, and we were both hard. Of course we were; we were both men.

Rob looked at the clock. "We do not have a lot of time."

"I know."

"You want the shower first?"

"Sure." I got up, shook the sleep off me, and headed toward the shower. While it was warming up, I brushed my teeth and peed. As I climbed in the shower, Rob came into the bathroom. After he brushed his teeth, he climbed in with me.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"No reason to waste water," he said as he smiled. "Or our last chance."

I lowered myself in front of him and started lapping at his hard dick. I wanted to blow him. He had other ideas.

"Stand up and turn around." I did, and he leaned me against the shower wall. He smeared conditioner on his dick and my ass.

"I liked when you did this to me," he said as he slipped his finger in my ass. I gasped and cringed a little, as my asshole was still sore from the deliberate pounding it had endured the prior morning.

"Did that hurt?"

"I'm still a little sore from yesterday."

"Too sore for me to fuck you?"

I was reluctant, as I knew I was tender all the way to my core. But, I also knew that every time Rob fucked me might be the last time. So, I relented.

"I hope not."

"Good, because I would hate to have to rape you," he said, laughing.

"You can't rape the willing," I said, laughing back.

Rob pressed his dick to my ass. I was pensive but needy. I pressed back. He slid in easily and immediately started fucking me. The slow, deliberate pace of the prior morning was gone. This was going to be a needy - and speedy - fuck. Or, at least that's what I thought.

I was wrong. Just when I thought Rob was about to nut, he pulled out and said "turn around." When I did, he picked me up, told me to put my arms around his neck, and hooked his arms under my knees. He picked me up and pushed my back against the shower wall and said "help me in." I lowered my right hand to his dick and led him to my sweet spot. When I put my arm back around his neck, he pushed up and in. I gasped again, as I was even more sore in this position. But, I did not have time to protest, as Rob proceeded to needily and speedily start fucking me again. I was horribly uncomfortable, but I found the utter vulnerability of the position extremely hot. And, I got to stare into Rob's face as he delivered himself over and over.

"Jack off while I fuck you."

"I don't want to fall."

"I've got you," he said as he kissed me.

I grabbed my dick and started jacking it. I came in no time, hitting myself in the face and chest.

Rob came immediately after me, pushing his dick deep inside me and again arching his back and neck as his body shuddered. He slumped into me and lowered my legs. I held onto his neck as we slid down the wall until we were crumpled in the tub together. We were both exhausted.

"I never come that hard," he said.

"I'm glad."

He leaned in, and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he licked some of my cum off my face and swallowed it. I laughed out of shock.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Not good. Not bad, but not good, either."

I wiped some of the cum off my chest and licked it off my finger.

"I think it's good."

Rob leaned in and kissed me deeply again. He tasted my cum on my tongue.

"It's better from your mouth. Your spit takes some of the bitterness away."

I sat next to Rob on the long flight home. I had promised him I understood the difference between lust and love and knew when sex was just sex. As we headed east, the knot in my stomach suggested I was not keeping that promise.

My Married Friend (Part Four)

We settled into a pattern. When we were in town, we were best friends. Nothing less, but certainly nothing more.

When we were out of town, we were lovers. The "it's just sex" fiction had been challenged on the golf trip and then shattered at our firm's annual retreat six months later. Rob and I went to the retreat a day early to play golf, and we shared a room that night, ostensibly to save money. When the group of golfers talked about grabbing dinner together, Rob opted out, claiming he had promised a client some work and needed to fulfill that promise. I opted in.

Once we were back in the hotel, Rob told me I should opt out of dinner. When I asked why, Rob responded only that he had a surprise for me.

My surprise was a full-fledged date, albeit a private one. Our room had a jacuzzi tub, and we had drinks as we relaxed in the tub together, sitting across from each other with our legs intertwined. Rob's foot found my crotch, and my foot found his. As we drank and smiled at each other, we rubbed our feet over each other's dick and balls.

Rob suggested "When you finish your wine, come over here." I threw back the last bit and slipped across the tub. Rob opened his left arm, and I put my head on his shoulder as I slid my right arm behind him. He used his left hand to turn my face to his, and then he kissed me. As we kissed, he shifted so that he was in front of me. His right hand slid up and down all over my chest and stomach. As I put my arms around Rob's neck, he gripped my dick with his right hand. Without breaking the kiss, he whispered "I want to make you cum" and started jacking me off. When I opened my eyes, Rob's eyes were open, too, and he was staring at me. He jerked me faster and kissed me deeper. When he felt I was about to cum, Rob sucked my tongue into his mouth as hard as he could. I exploded into the hot water as I clamped Rob's face to mine. Rob milked me until I could not take any more, then finally pulled his hand off my dick and his lips from mine.

Rob got out of the water, grabbed a plush white towel, and returned to the tub, holding to towel open for me to step into. When I did, Rob wrapped the towel around me and guided me to the bed. Once there, he spread me and the towel out, kneeled over me, and coated his dick with previously unseen lube. As he lowered his face to mine, I grabbed his dick, worked some of the lube off of it into my hand, and smeared what I had on my opening. As we kissed, Rob's hard dick pressed against my balls and my taint until he hooked my legs in his arms, raised my ass, and found me waiting for him. Even though too much time passed between visits, Rob remembered what to do. He worked himself slowly into me, pausing to give me time to relax and to catch my breath. When he could not go any farther, he moved my legs and hips looking for that extra give that allowed him to go deeper. He did not stop until he found it and his pubic hair and balls were flush with my ass. At that point, Rob slowly worked his way in and out while I clenched and unclenched my muscles, stroking him from the inside.

It was always like this. Rob liked long, slow fucks. He would not speed up, no matter how much I wanted him to. I would lay on my back, my head flopping from one side to the other as Rob's long, thick meat slid back and forth over my prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through me. On and on he would go, refusing to come until I begged him to. When he realized I could not take any more, he would speed up, covering both of us in sweat and grunting as he came and then collapsed on top of me.

This time was no different, except he did not collapse on top of me when he came. Instead, he leaned in and kissed me, slipped out of me, and kissed my neck, then my chest, and then my stomach before taking my dick into his mouth. Not knowing how sore my ass was from the ride he had just taken, he slipped his finger inside of me as he took every inch of me into his mouth. When he found my button, I came again, arching my back, raising my hips, and filling his mouth with my cock and my cum. He kept sucking until I was dry, then spit my load into the towel. Then, he took me back in his mouth, laid his head on my thigh, and let me go soft in his mouth as I tried to catch my breath.

Rob made his way back up my body and then pressed all of his weight onto me. I put my arms around him as he raised his head and kissed me.

"I really like fucking you," he said, breaking the kiss.

"I really like when you fuck me," I responded, adding "I also really like when you suck me."

"I think you like doing that more than I do."

"I'm sure I do. I love doing it. I love your dick, and I love having it in my mouth."

"I am not much of an enthusiast."

"You don't have to do it if don't want to."

I raised my eyes to his, and he kissed me. He broke the kiss with "Fucking you made me hungry. Let's order dinner."

We did. We ate in the turkish robes provided. We sat next to each other, and I periodically took Rob's hand in mine.

When we had finished the bottle of wine we ordered with dinner, Rob stood up, hung his dick in my face, and asked if I wanted dessert. I did, desperately. So, I took his soft dick in my mouth and started to work the head with my tongue. Rob was quickly hard and holding my head while he fucked my face. I slowed him down and took all of him into my throat before allowing him to resume the fucking. I held Rob's balls in my right hand as I worked his beautiful dick with my throat. When I felt his balls clench, I knew dessert was headed my way. Rob doubled over as he came. As he did, his dick left my throat, and his cum filled my mouth. I savored it before I swallowed it.

We had both cum twice, and we were both tired (and a little drunk). So, we climbed into bed, and Rob pulled the blanket up over our naked bodies. Rob laid flat on his back, and I put my head in his chest hair. We fell asleep.

I woke up at 1:30. Rob was hard, so I laid my head on his stomach and toyed with his glans, which woke him up. He let me play awhile, and then he rolled over onto his left side, using his strength to force me onto my right. After a little maneuvering, he had us in a full 69 and insisted "let's do this together."

We did, establishing a slow rhythm where we were both at each other's base at the same time. We sped up and slowed down together. We were not in a hurry. Naturally, I came first, again filling Rob's mouth. He came as soon as I had finished, filling my mouth with my second helping of dessert. I was a glutton.

It was 2:27 when I returned my head to Rob's chest. I could not leave well enough alone.

"So, what's going on here?" I asked.

"I don't know. We're fulfilling a need, I guess."

"What's your need?"

"I'm in a sexless marriage. My options are celibacy, masturbation, or you. When we are in town, I choose masturbation. When we are out of town, I choose you. And masturbation."

"Why not just have an affair?"

"I dunno. I have a hard time having sex with someone I don't love, and I can't be married and love another woman. I have justified in my head being married and doing this with you. It may not make sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to me. Or at least I tell myself it does."

"What need are you filling for me?"

"A temporary one."

"How so?"

"I can't give you what you want. I'm married, and I'm not gay, notwithstanding the evidence that's piling up to the contrary. This is enough for you now, but it won't be for very long. You'll want more than I can give, and you'll have to find it somewhere else."

"I'm not sure about that."

"I am. You're an awesome guy, and you're not going to be satisfied with sneaking away every six months or so and fucking in secret. You'll want to be lovers, and I'm not going to do that. It's not what I want, and I'm not going to let my life come undone."

"If your marriage is sexless, then why not fuck around in town? Your wife can't expect you to be a eunuch."

"She doesn't pay much attention to me. But, if I start disappearing here and there, then we'll get careless, she'll get suspicious, and we'll get caught. And it will all be over . . . marriage . . . family, all of it."

I had nothing to say. I knew he was right. No matter how much I got, I would want more. And, I would not be satisfied until I had destroyed everything he wanted but me. I fell asleep knowing.

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."