Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 12:53:26 -0400 (EDT)
From: Glenn Freemen <freemeng2003@yahoo.ca>
Subject: My Married Buddy and Me - Part 1

This story is the sole ownership of Glenn Freemen. It may not be
reproduced in part or in its entirety without the permission of the
author.

Comments are most welcome at freemeng2003@yahoo.ca

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Rob and I live in the same neighborhood. We're both married, we both
have kids, and, we both have been friends for about 5 years now.

Rob is about 5'11" with pitch black hair, slim build and in excellent
physical shape and works out at least 4 times a week. I'm a casual
gym-goer. I'm in pretty good shape, run and bike -- and go to the gym
when I put on a few extra pounds, or when I want to get in extra good
shape. I'm also 5'11", but have light brown hair, and a medium
build. I actually met Rob at the gym, finding out that we lived a few
blocks from each other. A few weeks after we had seen each other a few
times at the gym, and gone out for a couple of coffees, we decided that
our families should meet each other. Everyone got along great.

That's the casual beginning of our relationship, but soon, it wouldn't
be as casual. Rob didn't hesitate to jump into my personal space. I
don't usually let that happen, as I like to gradually get to know
someone. But this guy affected me somehow; his smile, his laugh; and his
comfort with being close to me -- physically -- when he talked, or told a
joke, or when we changed in the locker room.

Walking home from the gym one Saturday afternoon, he asked me into his
house for a drink. No one was home, so we could be a little freer with
our language and guy-talk. As I'd only been to his house once for a
dinner-party, I asked if I could see the rest of the house. So, he showed
me the basement, and the upper floor kids rooms. When we got to his
room, he lay down on the bed and continued talking. As there was no
place else to sit, I joined him on the bed, continuing our conversation.
The easiness of the conversation, and the tightening bonds of our
friendship soon squashed what sudden discomfort I felt laying on his bed
with him.

When there was a lull in the conversation, he jumped up and said he
wanted to change into his jeans as he was in his sweats. I was unsure if
he wanted me to leave, but again, it happened fast -- he started taking
off his clothes and throwing them in his laundry hamper, leaving him
standing there in his boxers. Every once in awhile I would see pieces of
his dark bush coming out the opening of his boxers, and the 3rd time,
when he caught me glancing down, he called me on it.

"Hey man, is something wrong -- is it peeking out or something?" he
laughed.

"..just can't help notice your dark pubes sticking out of those bright
white boxers".

"Yeah, I'm pretty hairy down there, but hey -- I do believe you're not
much different?"

I smiled at him. "Yes sir, I like it as natural -- well almost
natural. My dick is cut, so it's not quite natural.



"Mine is semi-cut" he said.

"What does that mean?" I asked wondering if he'd show me.

"Well, I think they just cut off part of the foreskin, and left just a
little -- well, you've looked at it haven't you"?

"I've glanced at it", I admitted, "but haven't looked at it real
close".

He walked over to the bed, and lowered his boxers. There was this thick
black bush of pubic hair and his soft white cock hanging nicely. He
lifted it up to show me and in fact it was like a semi-cut dick. His
head was partially covered and without thinking I reached out to touch
the head. At the moment of contact, I realized what I was doing, and
with my fingers still touching the head of his penis, I looked up at him
smiling down at me.

There was a moment of awkwardness. I had my friend's penis in my hand.
He was standing there naked, and something came over me. Here was the
line between being a straight buddy and going a step further. I'd had
the feeling a few times in the last few years, but I'd never acted on
it. I decided to let go of it, as I didn't know if I wanted to cross the
line just yet.

"How did it feel?" he asked grinning sheepishly.

"Well...okay. A little different than mine and uh, since I've never had
my hand on another guy's dick before I was surprised how comfortable I
was. Probably just because it was you though.....I mean, because we're
getting to be pretty close buds."

"I noticed", he said pulling up his boxers. "It's nice having a good
buddy".

I laid back on the bed with my head hanging down one side of the bed.

"What are you thinking about" he asked while grooming his hair. I
didn't answer, so he punched my arm and asked again, "What are you
thinkin' about?"

I paused for a long time, and then just decided to blurt it out. "You
know in all my 35 years, I've never fooled around with another guy.
Yours is the first dick I've ever touched other than my own. You know
I've heard that guys had jerk off sessions with each other, or compared
length, but somehow that just never happened to me. There have been a
few times when I've been interested, but nothing ever worked out.

There was silence again, and Rob sat down at the end of the bed. We
weren't looking at each other. "Oh man, I wasn't trying to put you on
the spot, or say I wanted to experiment with you. Sorry -- just letting
you know what I was thinking".

"Well, since we're being honest, I jerked off with my buddy in high
school; I mean -- not each other, just did it at a camp-out. I guess I
admit I've wondered what it would be like to be with a guy" he said
standing up and walking over to me. "I think I um....I think I need to
think about this a little bit", he said quietly, putting his hand on my
thigh and squeezing it gently.

"Hmmm, interesting we're both thinking the same thing", I responded --
"but, yeah -- let's wait a bit, I said putting my hand on top of his
that was resting oh-so-close to my dick.

I got up off the bed and told him that I should go. When he stood up, he
came close and we stared at each other for a bit, recognizing that our
friendship had just become a little closer and there was a possibility of
things getting even better. He stepped in closer, and for the first
time, we hugged each other very close -- I could feel his chest, his
covered bulge pressed lightly against mine, and the hair on our legs
brushed up against the others.

"I better get home" I said, and started walking to the door.

He followed me out with his arm on my shoulder. "Call you in a couple
of days man. We'll go out for a drink", he said.

Two days later, his wife called, asking if we wanted to go out to a local
club that Saturday featuring a hot new local band. All of us loved to
dance and I knew we'd have a great time together. But when Saturday
came around, my wife was feeling awful and didn't want to go. Even
though she suggested I go anyway, I was feeling a little strange about
it, as I didn't want to be the single guy out. But, after calling
Rob, he suggested that I come with them and we could all dance together.

Considering that Rob's wife decided to be the designated driver, he and
I could drink the night away and have a good time -- and that -- is
exactly what we did. The 5 of us who went, drank, danced, laughed, and
goofed around. Around 11:00, Rob wanted a breath of fresh air, and asked
me to come outside with him. We walked around the building joking around,
but I noticed that he kept looking around to see if anyone was following
us. When we reached an area behind the building that was dark -- he
grabbed my shoulders, turned me towards him and planted a huge kiss on my
lips. My eyes were opened in astonishment, but my lips against his
seemed to be right. There was no tongue at the beginning, just a hard,
warm, wonderful kiss.

He planted his masculine hands on either side of my face and pulled my
lips away from his. He looked at me smiling, "I've been wanting to do
that all night. I'm feeling a connection with you that I've never felt
with another guy!"

I grabbed him and pulled him against me. "When you meet a soul-mate,
you're just connected and there's not much you can do about it. Now,
there's something I've been wanted to do for the last few days --unzip
those jeans, Rob".

"What? Out here?", he laughed liked a little boy. ...."I don't
think....."

I couldn't let him finish and had my hands on his jeans, opening the
snaps and pulling down the zipper. I was on my knees in a second,
pulling down his underwear to give me access to his penis. I felt I had
to do it quick before he changed his mind, or before we were caught. He
put his hands on my head, offering me his penis, which I took in my mouth
and just held it there. I wanted to taste it and him, and know what it
was like too suck my best buddy. His cock was flaccid, and my nose was
buried deep in his black bush -- and everything felt like it was right.
Suddenly we heard a couple of people talking and walking in our
direction. Rob managed an "Oh shit" and yanked me on my feet and we
took off in the opposite direction running laughing.

We ran into the building heading into the loud music looking for our
friends, but they were all up on the dance floor. We went back to our
table and sat down beside each other, close enough that our lightly hairy
arms were touching. We each took a swig of beer when I looked at him. We
both had huge grins on our faces -- when I leaned over to him and told
him that his cock tasted great, and I couldn't wait to take some time
and do it right.

"Man, I couldn't believe you did that! You just slurped right in your
mouth."

"Me!" I exclaimed in a whisper. "You kissed me you horny devil".

We were both so horny, we probably would have done each other on the
table.

"Look what you did to me" he said looked down into his crotch. He sat
back exposing the outline of a huge hard dick trying to burst through his
jeans.

"Whew, you're a big boy. Looking forward to the challenge!" I grinned
as I took another swig of beer.

He did a quick look around, then suddenly grabbed my hand and pressed
against his hot cock -- and I mean hot. The heat was rising from his
crotch and the urge to get down in between his legs and suck was so
intense my hard cock was starting to seep pre-cum.

"Man lets get up there and dance before I cream in my jeans. Gotta get
ride of this hardon."

We moved up on the floor, found our gang who were with several others and
just joined in, getting into the groove and feeling extremely sexy. We
stayed up there for the rest of the night until we were just too tired,
and too drunk to go on anymore. It was time to go home.

As it was a little chilly, the women sat in the front getting the first
full blast of immediate hot air from the vents while we three guys sat
bunched up in the back with the car blanket on us to warm-up. I was in
the middle, and Rob's legs were spread wide, pressing hard against mine.
Our other buddy was almost passed out so I thought I'd make a little bit
of a move.

I reached under the blanket with my right hand and started rubbing his
crotch ever so lightly so no one could detect any movement under the
blanket. He thrust his crotch up into my hand and our pressure against
each other got his rock hard in a couple of minutes. Once he was hard, I
took my index finger and lightly and slowly ran it up and down the length
of his shaft. He was going nuts, and so was I! He wanted a blowjob, and I
wanted to give one!!

Too late! He and his wife were dropped off at home, and I got out of the
car to give them both a hug. She gave me a huge hug and kisses on the
cheek and started walking to the door. Rob gave me a quick tight hug so I
could feel his still hard cock, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said --
"Tomorrow -- you're going to learn how to swallow this thing!" We gave
our polite yet drunken goodbyes and I crawled back in the car.

Had hot sex with my wife that night, thinking only of sucking Rob's
hairy dick. I can't remember being that turned on.

The next morning at 11, Rob called me asking if I'd like to come over
for a coffee. I told him I'd need to take a shower, but would be over in
about 30 minutes. He told me not to bother as he hadn't and wanted to
just hang out with the slight buzz he still had. His wife and kids had
gone over to her mother's and he was alone. I couldn't wait.

When I got to his house, he met me in his old t-shirt and sweat shorts.
He shut the door, walked over to the couch and without hesitation,
slipped down his shorts and sat down.

"This is yours for the next hour" he said with his legs spread showing
off his hairy man parts.

I licked my lips and immediately shucked my jeans. I hadn't worn any
underwear.

"Stand up for a minute" I said pulling him on his feet. I pulled him
against me and looked down as our hairy crotches met for the first time.
Our arms were on each other's shoulders, and our huge grins returned to
our faces. We swayed slowly back and forth, `crossing swords', and
pushing our dicks into each other's bushes.

"Fuck, this feels so good" I said.

"Man, this is a great Sunday morning exercise" he replied.

He pulled me back toward the couch, and as he sat down, he gently pushed
me on the floor in between his legs. "Take your time lovin' this
thing" he smiled.

I got comfortable exploring his hairy legs and thighs, rubbing them
against my face as I worked my way to heaven. When I got there, he
spread his legs as wide as he could and put his hands behind his head. I
pressed my face into his crotch smelling and licking everything that was
there. His pubes, his thick cock, and his hairy bag, all smelled
wonderful and somehow familiar. He lifted his crotch up pressing it into
my face and I realized that I loved it. He grabbed his penis and placed
it on my lips moving it from side to side, even getting a letting out a
little bit of precum.

I opened my mouth and let it slide in with my fist on the base of his
cock. I flicked my tongue on his beautiful head, and dove back down until
I could smell his bush. He just melted and relaxed allowing me (and him!)
full pleasure. His cock has a good size, and the visual was incredible --
looking down into his crotch, legs and bag was a major turn-on. I let
his boner slip from my mouth, and started on his bag -- one nut at a
time. He loved this and whispered -- "shit, she never touches my
nuts". This made me take a little more time on his sac while he rubbed
his cock all over my face.

After a long time of worshipping this guy's dick, I was anxious to see
what his semen tasted like and it seems he and I were thinking along the
same line.

"Ready to taste your best buddy's spunk?" he asked lifting my head off
his cock.

"Let me have it" I said diving back down on his cock. He started
quickly jerking his cock while I sucked hard and played with his balls. I
managed to find a way to suck while looking at his face and in no time
flat, he was spewing in my mouth. We looked at each other smiling and in
utter ecstasy. I was waiting for a disgusting taste, but it never
happened. I felt the thick fluid, and lapped it up like ice cream. My
best buddy's load of semen was in my mouth, and I loved it! I couldn't
let go, and even while he started to get soft, I wanted to lick it, and
smell it some more.

I still felt like a man -- actually felt more like a man being able to
experience another guy's dick. But this activity came to an end too
abruptly as we heard the garage door opening up to let his wife's car
back in the garage.

"Shit" we both yelled. I hadn't even gotten off yet and was rock hard.
I grabbed my clothes and ran to the washroom, while he easily slipped on
his shorts. He ran and got two cups of cold coffee and put them on the
table, and I got back just in time to sit down, put my feet up on the
coffee table, and `continue the conversation'

Rob looked at me and motioned that there was something on my face. I
reached up to feel it and when I touched it and looked at it, I realized
it was Rob's semen. I quickly scooped it up and lick it off my finger.
He scooped up the rest with his finger and put it in my mouth. What a
Sunday treat!

His wife walked in to say hi to me, but then excused herself to have a
nap. When she left the room and went upstairs, we both gave a huge sigh
of relief. We waited a few minutes, when I opened my pants so my huge
cock could be set free. As we weren't sure how long we'd be, Rob just
reached over and grabbed my boner, gave it few quick yanks and I spewed
all over my t-shirt. It was short but sweet, but great to have his hand
around my cock. We sat there for a few minutes, knowing we were
completely comfortable with what we had done.

I looked at him, bent over on the couch and pulling down the top of his
shorts, I sucked his soft penis in my mouth for a couple more minutes. He
pushed me back upright and told me how incredible that was. I told him
that totally love his cock in my mouth and hoped that he and I could get
together often for fun and to suck him - often. While I bent over to
tie my shoes, he got up and stood in front of me. "Can I just see it
your mouth one more time".

I moved in, pulled down his shorts, kissing, sucking, licking and finally
just holding his hairy dick in my mouth. He rustled my hair like I was
his kid brother, and got me on my feet. "Shit, let me get you another
t-shirt. You can't go out with that cum all over you.

As he started to turn to go away, I stopped him.

"Just let me have the tshirt and shorts you're wearing now. I'll drop
them off tomorrow".

"You dirty guy....can't get enough of my smell??" He quickly took off
his shorts and shirt while I undressed -- giving him my jeans. We were
both naked for a second, and then I put on his shorts, feeling the heat
and some precum from inside on my dick, and then his sweat covered t.

He slipped on my jeans, and it was real hot to watch his hairy crotch
share the space where mine had been. I told him I had to go. We hugged
and I left. The moment I got home, I jerked off into shorts 3 times
thinking about sucking that beautiful manly cock.

How would I make sure this would happen often?

Glenn Freemen