Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2013 09:17:46 -0500 From: A. Writer 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. Any comments? Let me know at: Misterliterate@live.com.