Date: Fri, 20 May 2016 13:32:07 +0100
From: mark.todd@openmailbox.org
Subject: Locked Out

`Locked Out'
By Mark Todd


"Shit! Oh shit. Oh shit!"

I couldn't believe it. I'd lost my keys. Frantically I searched through
pocket after pocket as the reality dawned on me -- I'd put them down at
Luke's place. Ben looked at me dumbfounded. "What's up with you?"

"I've lost my keys. No, I'm not pissing about -- I've really lost them."

We were on our way back to my place after a long night. Ben was an old mate
-- we went to university together -- and we'd just caught up for a night
out clubbing, a kind of old school rave reunion thing. We'd both taken
several pills and were tired, confused and just needed a sofa to chill
on. And almost home, I'd realised there was no way in. I had a strong
feeling I'd left my keys at my friend Luke's flat we'd gone back to after
the club. We'd got a taxi from there with another friend Lucy to her house,
then walked the last five minutes to mine.

"Maybe you dropped them at Lucy's?" Ben said hopefully. "Maybe", I replied,
but I knew I hadn't. It was far too late to get hold of another taxi out
here in the sticks and I really didn't want to have to break in.

We retraced our steps to Lucy's and explained the situation. Unfortunately
she had a bit of a full house - two old friends staying in her spare room -
but we could have the living room. But it wouldn't be exactly
comfortable...

So in the end that was all we'd got: a couple of cushions from the sofa and
a double duvet. Ben raised his eyebrows. "Lucky we're old friends, eh?".

We'd known each other for years, since we were on the same course at
university. At 18, Ben was a fairly naive student from a rural village,
floppy dark Madchester hair, big nose, goofy grin, slim build. We'd hit it
off straight away and always stayed friends. He'd grown up though, and now
in his mid-30s he was married to a bossy woman called Rachel, several kids,
and while his hair had thinned a bit his body had become more muscular and
hairy. I'd come out as gay at university and he was always cool with
that. I'd always fancied him a bit - he was a good looking guy - but really
he was a mate and I would never cross lines.

We had a final spliff and stripped down to our boxers and t-shirts, I
turned the light off and we got under the duvet.

I know as soon as we laid down that I was going to struggle to sleep. I was
still pretty high from the pill and it was a hot sweaty night. Ben was
lying on his side facing away from me.  I tried lying one way and then the
other but my mind was racing and I was distracted by the closeness of his
body. Plus, whenever I did this sort of thing - take ecstasy or other drugs
- I usually liked a marathon wanking session as I came down. Nothing like
getting lost in a sexual fantasy, pulling your knob in a monged-out
state. In fact I knew Ben loved that too, because we'd discussed it in the
past, and once when he'd stayed at mine I'd heard him going for it in the
room underneath me, both of us wanking loudly at the same time and not
caring who heard.

My cock started getting half hard. I knew it would need a bit of coaxing -
the drugs tended to shrink things a bit - but I really needed to play with
it for a bit. I slipped my hands down my pants and started massaging it
gently. Ben's breathing was kind of regular - maybe he'd fallen asleep
already? I turned onto my side facing away from Ben and gently slid my
boxers down to my knees. Slowly I pulled my foreskin back and forth,
squeezing my cock to fullness. Images flashed through my mind - the time I
got fucked under a railway arch by a stunningly good looking Irish lad; me
and my old mate Neil rimming each other's arses; fucking my current
boyfriend's gloriously tight smooth arse... I tried to take it all very
slow, just gently massaging rather than a full-on wank, but god it was hard
not to just let rip.

I dunno how long I was wanking for, but I was kinda drifting in and out of
reality in a sort of sexual drug-induced trance. I must have started
pulling it a lot harder because I was suddenly pulled out of my horny
fantasy by Ben's voice.

"Mark?"

I froze mid stroke. Shit. Had he heard me?

"Err.. yeah?"

"Are you having a wank?"

Fuck. He had. I decided it better to admit it. "Oh, err... sorry.. yeah
suppose I was. I'll stop... sort of forgot where I was." I said, still
holding my stiff cock.

"Don't worry about it, it's ok. Well it's a bit weird I spose. I can't
sleep either really."

I turned round to face him. There was a kind of half-light thanks to the
street light outside the thin curtains so I could see Ben leaning on his
elbow. "Yeah, I just thought I might sleep after a wank... but it's always
a bit hard to cum after a pill..."

"Yeah but good fun trying though I bet"

"Damn good fun, sleep you bastard!". I made an exaggerated wanking movement
with my hand under the duvet. "Think I was nearly there..."

"Well finish if you want, don't mind me. Don't fucking cum on me though!"

I laughed. "Well I spose if you really don't mind... I'm so horny."

I resumed my position lying on my side, facing away from Ben, and gripped
my cock. It all felt a bit awkward, wanking while he was awake, but I
really needed to cum and go to sleep. I slipped back into my fantasy and
tugged on my dick. It had softened a bit while we were talking but soon
started to lengthen in my hand.

I tried to get on with the business in hand quietly but I was totally aware
that Ben was wide awake next to me. He moved around a couple of times as I
was wanking, adjusting his pillows, trying to get comfortable. After a few
minutes he interrupted my wank again.

"This just isn't working. I'm not sure whether to roll another spliff or
have a wank myself."

I turned onto my back. He was lying on his back, hands obviously groping
his crotch under the covers. "Maybe both would be a good idea? I think I
need to pause this for a piss anyway."

"Yeah, I think you're right. Spliff and a wank... the best nightcap in the
world."

He sat up. "You gonna put the light on then?"

I pulled up my boxers which were round my ankles and bent my cock
inside. Often after a pill my boner was pretty weak but the sexually
charged atmosphere had really got to me. I staggered to the door and felt
around for the light switch. I clicked it on and felt almost blinded by the
bright light. I looked over at Ben who was sat up bare-chested in the bed,
rubbing his eyes. He looked over, and I noticed him glance at the obvious
tent in my boxers.

"Can you pass me the tobacco and lighter? Think they're on the table" asked
Ben.

I walked over to the table and found them, and leaned over the bed to pass
them to Ben. As I did, my cock popped out of my boxer flies, the helmet
pointing straight at Ben's face. "Oops. Sorry..." I mumbled, quickly
shoving it back inside. "Christ, you'll have my eye out with that" grinned
Ben. "Go and have a piss and calm down a bit".

When I came back down for a piss my erection had subsided a bit. I found a
lamp in the corner of the room, which gave just enough light for Ben to
skin up and got back into bed.

We shared the spliff, chatting about the night and the fuck-up I'd made
with the keys. I was feeling horny again and absent mindedly played with my
dick under the duvet while we talked and passed the joint.

"Think you might sleep now then?" asked Ben "Or do you still need a wank?"

"I dunno... I might sleep I spose... but I would really like a wank if I'm
honest..."

"Yeah, so would I... dunno though, it's a bit odd... I spose one of us
could go to the bathroom."

I really didn't want to do that. "Nah it's really cold up there. You go if
you want."

Ben sighed. "I thought you might say that. I don't want to go up there
either. It's not a big deal I guess. Lights out, quick wank, sleep."

"It's just scratching an itch." I said, "I'm not going to make a move or
anything."

"Oh I didn't think you would. Sorry, I'm not being homophobic or
anything. It's just been a long time since I've wanked with someone else
like this."

My cock was really hard now, anticipating wanking next to Ben. He
sighed. "OK, well let's get it over with. Turn the light off then."

I felt a bit awkward getting up with an erection again. "Nah, your turn to
get up."

"Oh c'mon... I haven't got any pants on..." Ben said stubbing out the
spliff.

He must have taken them off while I went upstairs for a piss. He was
totally up for wanking then no matter what his reticence.

"Well I've seen it all before." I said, grinning.

That much was true. We'd started going to the gym together quite regularly
a few years before. At the beginning, we were both really shy about getting
changed - at first picking lockers well away from each other, then getting
changed together but stripping off under our towels. Gradually I got more
brave and kinda proud of my body, so one day leisurely took myself drying
off, fully naked in front of Ben. He rapidly copied my lead so before long
we'd chat together in front of the lockers naked, our cocks flopping about
as we dried off.  We even went to another gym a few times that had an old
fashioned communal shower (god I miss those! Hardly seem to be any left in
the north of England) and soaped up in neighbouring showers. I think Ben
enjoyed being naked as much as me. I've always enjoyed it in a way beyond
just being sexual anyway - it feels so fucking good and liberating to be
nude.

"Yeah I know... but I've got a hardon now... go on, do the light."

"I've got one too and you've already seen that. Not exactly fair is it?"

"OK, I'll do it... oh just shut your eyes will you?"

"No way, you saw mine."

"Yeah but I'm not gay am I?"

"Oh c'mon Ben, it's just a cock, I've seen lots. I'm not going to jump on
you, you should know that by now"

"OK, OK, yeah I know it's my hangup..."

With that Ben pulled back the duvet and leapt out of bed jumping over me
and running for the lamp. I just got a flash of his hairy body, his cock
jutting out obscenely from his bushy pubes. It looked like an average sized
cock - much like mine - but darker, almost purplish. Ben squatted down
fiddling with the lamp, his hairy rounded arse pointing at me and his balls
dangling. Click, the light went off and Ben came back to bed. There was
some light from the streetlight coming through the curtains so I could just
make out his outlline and his cock bobbing as he moved.

"Get a good look then?"

"No not really. Spoilsport. Looked like you have nothing to be ashamed of
though."

"Well you neither. Reckon we're well matched. Similar, you know."

"Probably. I'm glad you've not got a ten incher that would well piss me
off"

"I fucking wish. Or though maybe not, you can have too much of a good
thing."

We both lay in silence on our backs in bed under the duvet. There was
suddenly a feeling of immense awkwardness.

"Better do this then?" I asked, starting to pull my dick.

"Yeah, let's do it."

I started to wank under the duvet, and Ben joined in. Little mounds of
duvet formed over our crotches, and the steady beat of masturbation began.

"Oh fuck this is nice..." muttered Ben, as he began to beat faster. Soon we
were in sync, beating together, up-down, up-down, making a drum beat as our
fists mashed into the duvet. It seemed suddenly hilarious and we both
started to laugh.

"Oh this is mental." said Ben, "I don't think I can do this. It just
doesn't feel right".

"You never did this when you were a kid?"

"Course I did - you know I told you about what me and Andy Bennett got up
to". Andy was a childhood friend of Ben's I'd met a few times, they'd had a
wild teenagedom of drugs and wanking and Ben had told me snippets many
years ago when we were drunk.

"And well, at uni with Bill".

"You wanked with Bill? You never told me that."

Bill and Ben had been inseparable at university, almost like a couple. Bill
had a girlfriend though who visited regularly, and always claimed to be
straight even though he was a bit camp. Then... well he got a bit
experimental in his final year. Spent too much time in the local gay
village. People started to get suspicious and in the end it all came out
that he'd been shagging blokes on the side. Including me, once, after
drunken night out when I shared a room with him. I remembered his thick
eight inch cock and his boyish excitement.

"Well you know what he was like. Always talking about sex, always getting
his cock out. He just convinced me to do it, that it would be a laugh. He
could talk anyone into anything."

"Yeah, too right.." I remembered my sore arse dripping with cum after he'd
shafted it bareback, much to my initial protestation.

"So you did it lots of times?"

"Just a few. Then, you know, I found out he might have other motives..."

"Well I haven't wanked like this since uni either. Had sex with men
obviously, but not this... this is kinda like male bonding, not sex."

"Yeah no worries, I know what you mean, I know you're not gonna bum me or
anything... who did you do it with then?"

"That guy Mike I lived with in the first year. You know we all used to
watch porn in the kitchen? When there was just me and him we jerked off to
it a few times. Shot our loads all over that big kitchen table!"

"Really? He was a bit of a dirty sod I remember."

"And then Jon - remember I stayed with him in Nottingham that summer? We
were sharing a room and it was just impossible, we had to agree to toss off
together in the end cos we were both so frustrated by the lack of privacy."

"Wow. I never thought Jon would be up for that. It just goes to show..."

"Well it shouldn't be a big deal should it? Look - I think it's the duvet
that's making it awkward. The beating sound. It's probably making too much
noise anyway, we don't want Lucy to hear."

"You mean do it cocks out?"

"Yeah. Or I could lie on my side facing away..."

"Then I'll just see your arse - sorry Mark but that's not going to make me
cum. Oh... I dunno, let's give it a go then."

I pulled the duvet down to below my waist, Ben following my lead, and lay
back and started wanking again. I think it was starting to get light
outside by this point, or perhaps my eyes had properly adjusted to the
dark, but the darkness wasn't hiding much. His cock looked bigger than
before, pointing to the sky gripped in his fist. We wanked slowly, that
unmistakeable sound of foreskins sliding. Suddenly it felt much more
erotic, the smell of cock - unwashed cock after a night's dancing - and the
palm on cock sound of us pulling on our dicks. We carried on beating
slowly, speeding up - always pretty much in time, both of us moaning
softly, muttering in ecstasy.

"Fucking great this is" moaned Ben, "Really fucking nice."

"Yeah... best feeling in the world." I answered. Wanking coming down off a
pill is really nice - you get lost in the feeling and you can do it for
hours. That's the problem - reaching orgasm.

"Not sure if I'm gonna cum though. But we can try for a bit I guess"

"Yeah till they get sore."

"Oh, I might have something for that". I reached over to my bag and
rummaged around. I usually had an emergency stash of lube on me, just in
case. It was a long time since I'd slept around - I was always faithful to
my current boyfriend - but somehow I'd not stopped the habit of always
carrying lube and a condom.

"Here you go - bit of lube" I said passing him the dispenser.

"What? Really? Never really used that. You don't really need it with
women."

"Well it jazzes up a wank too.". Ben ripped open the packet. "OK let's try
this."

He started to lube up his cock. "Oh wow.... ah yeah that's really the
business. Here...". He passed me the lube and I lubed up my shaft too.

"Oh this is gotta be one of the best wanks I've ever had. Ooh
that's...that's just exquisite."

"Tell me about it..."

The squishy sounds of us wanking with the lube sounded really quite
obscene. Ben looked over at me. "You are bigger than me you bastard. About
an inch I'd say."

"I don't reckon so. Other people's cocks always look longer."

"Just hold it there a minute. If you don't mind"

"Ben sat up and studied my cock. It was still pretty dark. "I reckon it's
bigger. What do you think?

I moved closer to his peering at his stiff penis in the dim light. Maybe
mine is fatter but probably the same length? Not really sure without the
light on."

To my surprise he got up and turned the lamp on. "Just stand up a minute"
he said, stood in the middle of the room, hand on his meaty cock. This was
all going in a bit of an unexpected direction. I stood up and faced him,
looking him up and down. Ben had a good body for his age, thanks to our gym
work. Broad shoulders - broader than mine, hairy full pecs - a bit of a
paunch but kinda attractive hairy stomach. And that glistening lubed-up
cock - slightly curving up, six to seven inches, with a beautiful fat
mushroom head poking out of his foreskin.

"Just stand next to me. We stood side by side, looking down at our
erections. As I suspected, they looked really similar. Maybe mine looked
longer because it stuck straight out rather than curved slightly.

"Dunno. Think it's a draw." I said, pulling my foreskin right back to
expose my full shiny glans. Ben copied me. "I reckon I've got the biggest
helmet anyway" he said, wanking slowly. "Maybe if we put them side by
side?"

Ben moved to face me and we moved closer. It was strange being so close to
a naked guy I wasn't actually having sex with. He manoevered his penis so
it was next to mine, just an inch or so apart. "Bend yours down a bit" I
said, "Then if we move forward, whoever hits pubes first is the winner"

"OK" said Ben, bending his cock down to 90 degrees. "Ready, set, Go!"

We moved forward and the end of my cock bashed into his pube covered lower
stomach. "I win". I said, laughing. "No way!" said Ben, "I wasn't ready."
Giggling, he thrust forward with his cock into my pubes and I thrust
back. Then it happened - our cocks touched. Electricity seemed to jolt down
my spine. Ben didn't back off as I expected. "Yeah, press them together
then we'll be able to tell..." he said, slightly lamely I thought, like he
knew it was just an excuse.

We pushed our cocks right up next to each other. It was clear there was
really nothing in it, size-wise. Maybe mine was a bit fatter. Then Ben
moved my hand away and took both our cocks in his hand pressing them
tightly together.

"That feels fucking amazing..."

He massaged both our cocks, rolling them around reach other. Slippery with
lube, it was like two fat eels writhing around. "Jesus, that's so fucking
nice" exclaimed Ben, clearly surprised by the sensation.

"Yeah, go on, wank me..." I said, as Ben explored my penis, pulling the
foreskin right back. I reached down and took his cock into my hand too,
slowly rubbing up and down the shaft.

"Let's lie back down and properly enjoy this" said Ben, moving back to the
bed. We lay side by side, him wanking me with his right hand and me wanking
him with my left. Our bodies touched as we built up a rhythm, and we both
moaned our appreciation as we pleasured each other.

"It's like you're wanking yourself... but you're not... like you've got two
cocks but one's numb... what the fuck am I on about? God it feels nice
though..."

Ben had quite a loose floppy foreskin, and it made that distinctive
fap-fap-fap sound as it moved over his helmet. His cock was so hot in my
hand, I could feel every vein pulsing. I pulled the foreskin right back and
gently stroked my palm over his glans, squeezing and stroking it. Ben
almost went into convulsions. "Jesus! Ahh fuck, god that's, that's so
sensitive...". Bits of precum ooozed out of his cock as he flailed
around. I so, so wanted to take him in my mouth but I really didn't want to
freak him out.

"Let's put them together again" said Ben, moving onto his side. I turned
onto my side and let him squash our cocks together. "That's... just really
weird. Nice weird". He wanked our cocks together then pulled back and
pushed them helmet to helmet.

"Sword fight!" I said, whacking his cock with mine. He laughed, fencing
back. "It's all gone a bit Game of Thrones" he said, giggling.

We lay back and carried on wanking each other, his slippery glans pulsing
in my palm. "I might cum..." Ben said. "Go for it then!" I replied,
increasing my rhythm. We started wanking each other's cocks to a frenzy,
faster and faster. It was so horny, it felt so good... but I just couldn't
cum. I had to push Ben off. "Slow down, slow down... think I might have a
heart attack or something!"

"Yeah... getting a bit carried away. Really close to cumming but not
quite."

"Me too. Lets just take it slow a minute. And let's swap round, my arm is
knackered"

We moved round in the bed so I was wanking him with my right hand instead
of left. As I got my breath back I had an idea. I needed something up my
arse. A quick poke up my arse and I'd be cumming in no time. I stared at
Ben's cock, fuck, it would be a lovely fit, but the chances were zero. If I
pushed this beyond two mates having a wank it would all go wrong.

I'd just need to do it myself, a quick finger. "Pass us the lube mate" I
said. He passed me the bottle. I squeezed a bit out on both of our cocks
and made sure I got plenty on my left middle finger. I lifted up my left
knee up and reached around to my arse. "Need to hurry things along a bit" I
muttered, easing my finger inside my arse.

"What do you mean... sticking your finger up your arse? Oh I can't believe
you're doing that."

"Look, it'll make me cum, it's the quickest way. You must have tried it."

"Not really my thing. Can't see the attraction really."

I eased a second finger into my arse as far as I could. Not a cock, but it
would do. Ben was wanking me off nicely, and as I felt for my prostate I
knew I'd come soon. His cock seemed to be swelling in my hand, and as I
pushed my fingers into my arse I was forced onto my side, physically
touching Ben, our feet entwined. I remembered a past fuck, an Essex lad
bending me over and sticking his cock up my arse in a toilet in a
Birmingham pub, the violence of his thrusts as he shot deep inside. My arse
felt open, slimy, hot, and I could smell Ben's musky, sweaty smell, mixed
with the acrid tang of our cocks. It was too much, My body buckled, I felt
my prostate harden and I saw stars.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..." I plunged my fingers into my sweaty arse, violently,
my cock seemed harder than it had ever been as I erupted, gobs of spunk
flying from my cock all over Ben. I was lost in waves of ecstasy as Ben
continued to wank my cock, shot after shot of cum spurting out. I'd
expected him to pull away, but he carried on holding my cock, now slippery
with cum.

"Well I bet that was nice" he observed, wiping spunk from his chest with
his boxers. "God I'm covered in your spunk".

I laughed. "Bit of an occupational hazard with this kind of thing".

"Well, I'm like, acting outside of my normal role."

"Like a promotion?"

Ben flicked spunk at my face. "No way. More like work experience,
shadowing. See if I like it."

"And do you?" I asked, pulling his cock faster.

"Always good to learn some new skills. But I think I'll stick with the
usual job!"

I carried on wanking him, and he lay back, breathing heavily. My wrist was
getting tired, and I must admit I was getting the usual male laziness of
being a bit less bothered now I'd cum. I think Ben could tell.

"Let me take over, perhaps I can make it work..." he said, gripping his own
cock and wanking furiously. I squeezed his balls while he tugged. His eyes
were shut tight as he tried so hard to reach climax.

After a few minutes his body went rigid and I thought it was done, but no,
he stopped out of breath, panting. "I just can't fucking cum. It's the
drugs."

"Yeah I know. It's so hard after MDMA. Nice when you do though."

"You lucky bastard... but I don't think I can just wank much longer my cock
will be red raw."

I hesitated. I wasn't sure whether I should suggest it or not. "I bet I can
make you cum."

"Well you didn't manage before."

"Well I didn't try this" I said, putting up my finger.

"Woah no way... exit only and all that..."

"Look, I don't want to fuck you or anything. I'm just offering a little bit
of help. It works - have you never tried it?"

"Yeah... Clare tried it a few times... I didn't really get into it though"

Clare was one of his exes from a long way back. A bit of a psycho.

"I'm not really surprised Clare didn't have the magic touch. Anyway, up to
you... I do know what I'm doing when it comes to arses."

"I'm sure you do... it's just... it's a bit weird. I might be full of poo."

"I bet you're not. I'll stop if it's at all gross. You do want to cum don't
you?"

"Yeah. Yeah I really really do". He shifted uncomfortably, and sighed. "OK,
a quick go... but if it hurts..."

"...I'll stop straight away. It won't hurt, We've got lube."

"Oh, so you go prepared everywhere? Well come on before I change my mind."

I felt around for the lube. My heart was beating fast, I was surprised
things had taken this turn.

"So, err, how do we do this. I hope I don't need to bend over..."

"No, just put your legs apart and your knees up" I instructed. I knelt down
between his legs and looked down at my target. His balls flopped around in
their sac and beneath in the dim light I could just see a thicket of dark
hair. Somewhere in there...

I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and felt up his crack. Hair - loads of
it - and there, eventually, skin... his hole, tight, sealed. I rubbed lube
around it, not entering yet.

Ben recoiled as I touched him. "Ooh. That's cold."

"Relax and wank yourself. Focus on your cock and relax your arse."

"That's easier said than done when it's about to be violated."

"Not violated. Stimulated!"

Ben laughed. "Well get on with it!"

I rubbed the lube around in circular motions, presssing and kneading his
pucker without entry. Then I positioned my middle finger against his hole
and just teased, feeling his sphincter grip the tip of my finger.

Ben wanked himself, sighing as I played gently with his arse. He seemed to
be relaxing so slowly I pushed, and my finger slipped in as far as the
first knuckle. Man, it was tight.

"Oh. I'm not sure...". His sphincter kind of spasmed around my finger.

"Just relax man. It always feels much better when you're right inside. When
you hit that button."

"Maybe I don't have a button"

"Yes you do! I said, plunging my finger inside to the hilt. Ben's whole
body kind of jolted and he gasped.

"Shit!"

I curled my finger up and found what I was looking for, the nub of his
prostate. Gently I pushed in and out, pressing him inside.

"That nice?" I asked?

"I don't know... it's strange... just not felt that
before... ooh... yeah... it's sort of nice..."

Ben wanked himself harder as I pushed in and out. He was making whimpering
noises as I pushed in and out of his arse. The lube was making squelching
noises around my finger and it all felt highly erotic. My own penis had
rapidly lengthened and was just inches away from Ben's hole where my finger
explored hot, silky depths.

As Ben pounded his cock I decided to go for broke and pushed another finger
inside. His arse gripped me like a vice and his hairy legs were pressed
against my body as he seemed to be lost helpless in sensation. I could
smell his arse - that glorious sweaty, musky anal smell, and I gripped my
cock with my left hand and wanked in time with him, plunging my two fingers
into that slimy tight chute. Then I felt it - his prostate harden - and I
squashed another finger in as he came.

"Fuck, oh, fuck.. Jesus christ!". Spunk shot from his cock and his arse
clenched around my fingers. I gripped hold of his cock and felt the spunk
dribbling between my fingers. His eyes tightly shut, he was in another
world as his cock jerked time after time.

Gradually his breathing slowed and gently I withdrew my fingers from his
arse. My other hand was covered in his spunk, thick and
gelatinous. Carefully and quietly, I licked it off. I was still wanking,
but I probably wasn't going to cum again, frustratingly.

Eventually he opened his eyes. "Thanks. I guess you were right. It works"

"That's what friends are for."

"No, friends are for buying you a pint, not fingering your arse. But
wow... if just a finger does that a whole cock must be pretty mindblowing."

"Three fingers" I muttered.

"Ouch. Really? My arse is gonna be sore in the morning... It certainly did
the job anyway."

"A whole cock does do it better though." I suggested, grinning, still
wanking my cock.

"Well I'll take your word for it. You can put that thing AWAY now. Think
that was my one and only walk on the dark side."

"It was the drugs", I suggested grinning.

"Yeah, it was the drugs. Not that I'm complaining, it was fun. Another
spliff?"

And then, groping around in my jacket pocket, I found my house keys. I'd
been just too off my head to search all my pockets properly. If I'd just
been a bit more thorough... we'd have missed out on all this fun. I didn't
tell Ben. Shortly after we both fell asleep and said nothing more about it
in the morning.

I didn't see Ben for a few weeks, but then we had a pint after work and
discussed the night out. "I think we were both a bit muntered" he said,
shamefacedly. "Really, sword fighting is not my thing..."

"You seemed to enjoy it for a novice" I said, grinning.

"Yeah... it was good fun... and I'm not saying I wouldn't do it again, but,
you know, I am straight..."

"Chill out - It wasn't any big deal. Just two mates helping each other
out. Not what I'd call sex as such."

He visibly relaxed. "I spose. I should be grateful, given Rachel's lack of
interest it's the most action my cock's had for months. Let's just forget
about it, yeah?"

And that was how we left it and it hasn't happened again. He seemed a bit
hesitant about getting naked next time we were in the gym, but soon we were
in the shower together letting it all hang loose and all went back to
normal. I'm actually quite glad really that it didn't go any further - he's
my best mate, and I wouldn't want to wreck that for a quick shag followed
by guilt and recriminations. It was just helping out a mate - and that's
always a good thing, surely?

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