Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2009 18:49:08 -0430
From: Claudio Berbice <bearbacked@gmail.com>
Subject: LUNCH BREAKS

LUNCH BREAKS
by Claudio Berbice
bearbacked@gmail.com


1. KISS THAT FROG


I met Orlando Diaz during a coffee break, shortly after he began working at
the office.  We seemed to hit it off immediately, in spite of our age
difference.  Our conversation lasted more than the usual break allows, but
as we began making our way to our desk, he turned to me and asked.

"What are you doing for lunch today?"

We began having lunch together often and soon it became a daily routine,
even if we tried as many different places to eat as possible.  One midday,
while taking a walk around the city after paying good money on junk food,
Orlando's voice lost its usual frivolity.

"Look, Claudio, It seems we've become close friends in the past few weeks,
wouldn't you agree?"

"Sure! Just the other day it struck me that I hadn't had a friend like you
since I married Irene," I said, thinking of my best friend Ricardo way back
in high school and Dave in college.  I had developed a big crush on both.
The eventual disastrous outcome of having sex with Ricardo gave me enough
incentive to avoid acting on my feelings for Dave.

"Well I also feel we're becoming good buddies," Orlando said, "and I'd
be... honored to count you as a friend.  But I thought it best that you
know I'm gay." Orlando paused to measure my reaction. I was stunned silent,
and was probably frowning in disbelief.  Orlando continued: "I'm out to all
the people I consider friends, and feel you ought to know.  So, it's up to
you if you want us to keep on being friends."

I was caught completely off guard.  I had, in my opinion at least,
successfully restrained myself from responding all sexual urges towards men
for almost 30 years by keeping myself busy with work and obsessively
collecting vinyl records, and by marrying a very prudish wife with a low
sex drive, who kept herself busy raising our two sons.  I had already
acknowledged the things I found appealing about Orlando: an offbeat sense
of humor, a tanned complexion, broad shoulders, and a coarse, manly face -
no one would ever call Orlando handsome.  But most of all he exuded
masculinity, which was one reason I had felt safe with him (the other
reason being our age difference).  Would I mind having a friend who was
gay? It seemed about as good an idea as hiring a recovering alcoholic to
mind a liquor store.

 "Are you serious?" was all I managed to say.  I was really baffled I
hadn't picked up at least a hint of his sexual identity.

 "Very serious, very gay." He added with a small smile: "I've been in a
relationship with a man, Paolo, for 7 years now".

I thought maybe it wouldn't matter if we remained friends.  At least if he
had a boyfriend, he wouldn't make a pass at me.  I immediately laughed at
that thought.  As if a balding 45-year old computer nerd like me had a
chance with a stud like Orlando.  He pressed me for an answer:

"So Claudio, are we still buddies?"

"Sure thing Odie" which was my nickname for him derived from his initials
and my undying love for Garfield.  "It's just... unexpected."

There was a brief silence as we walked.  I then asked him if he'd ever had
sex with a woman.  He said no, he'd never felt the "need to try snatch".  I
asked him how he could be sure he was totally gay if he'd never had a
woman.  He countered by telling me I couldn't know I was totally straight
if I'd never had sex with a guy.

I hadn't talked to anyone about my teenage dalliances with Ricardo, but I
suddenly found myself confessing to Orlando:

"Well, actually, I fooled around with a guy when I was in high school."

Orlando laughed.  "I hope you're NOT going to tell me that you count
jerking off with a buddy as having experienced sex with a guy?  As far as I
know everybody is curious about other guys when they're growing up.  I'd
say nine out of ten people experiment with their own sex. "

"No, Odie, we did more than just jerk off.  We ... did ... other stuff."  I
was not too comfortable talking about feelings I had bottled up for so
long, and I wasn't really sure Orlando was the best person to tell them to.

Orlando stopped walking and faced me: "Ok I think I know where you're
coming from.  You probably butt-fucked your best friend so you could get
some idea how fucking a girl would be.  Right?" I nodded yes, and he kept
on disserting.  "Well you went a little further than most in your
experimenting.  However, and I want your sincere answer here: Did you and
your friend make out?  Did you guys kiss?  Fondle and caress each other?"

"No!" I said with a screwed up face.  "It's not like we were fags..."  I
realized what I was saying too late.  "Sorry, I mean..."

Orlando raised his eyes and sighed resignedly: "No offense taken.  Anyway,
but THAT'S my point.  You guys weren't REALLY having sex with each other.
You were pretending he was a woman.  It was like having a trial run for
when the real thing came along."

"Trial run!  I guess that's a nice way of saying it."  I said.  The truth
was I had never pretended Ricardo was a woman.

"By the way," Orlando asked "Did your friend get a trial run too?"

I paused for too long debating on whether I should tell him and all I came
up with was a lame: "That's none of your fucking business!"

Orlando laughed hard as I had unwittingly admitted to getting butt-fucked
by Ricardo.  He noticed I was not comfortable about it and stopped
laughing.

"Anyway, in my book, you haven't really made love to another guy in your
life..." Orlando assured me.  Then, after a small pause, he added "...even
if you have taken one up the ass."

"I'm never telling you anything personal again!"  I said.

"Sorry, dude!  But I mean it.  I love men.  I'm sure I could have sex with
a woman. Get it up, stick it in, blow my load.  But if I imagined she's a
guy through it all, I say it doesn't count as having straight sex.  As far
as I'm concerned, you're not gay unless you're into men, mind and body.  I
could give you a blow job, and I'm sure as hell I'd make you cum, but it
wouldn't make you gay.  Because, it's just your body reacting to pleasure.
You'd probably close your eyes and think it's Ada from accounting, or some
other sexpot.  "

The conversation was starting to make my pulse race, so I half jokingly
said: "You think so?  How about you give me a blow job and we find out for
sure".

Orlando didn't miss a beat and quickly answered: "Yeah!  Then I fuck you in
the ass so you can reminisce about your old school days."

I couldn't help laughing at that unexpected response.  "Sorry to disappoint
you, Odie, I don't do that kind of stuff anymore."

Odie answered "That's Ok dude.  You are WAY down the list of men I'd like
to suck!"

That certainly put an end to that conversation. But my old buried urges had
been nudged out of their long slumber.  Later on at the office, I couldn't
really remember if he had said I was way down the list of men he'd LIKE to
suck, or just way down the list of men he'd suck.  Either way it meant I
was actually on his to-do list, no matter how low in priority. I was
intrigued.  A couple of weeks later he'd be crossing me off the list.  And
then some.


2. CLOSER

The night of Orlando's confession, it took me a while to get to sleep.
Irene's snoring seemed louder than ever.  I wondered if she was happy with
our life - she seemed to be.  How did she manage to get such a low sexual
appetite? Or was she going without for the sake of our marriage?  Maybe she
had love affairs.  Being cuckolded was probably less than I deserved for
putting her through a mostly sexless marriage.  Sex isn't the only thing in
a marriage.  Sex isn't the only thing in a man's life.  That's what I kept
telling myself all these years.  I wished I could at least blame someone
for my urges.  I figured the first time I was aware of them had been on a
trip to the mountains at the age of 14.  It would have been anybody else's
transition to manhood.  One of the waiters, whom I knew from previous
vacations, decided to share the new maid with me.  She didn't mind the
extra company.  We undressed in the cluttered supply room.  The waiter's
cock might be the largest I've seen in my life but my memory might be
exaggerating some aspects of what really happened.  We stood side by side
while the maid took turns blowing us. The waiter wrapped his arm around my
back and grabbed my shoulder while I was being serviced which was enough
male contact to make me feed my young spunk to the maid.  Then I witnessed
as he stuck his cock in her twat and fucked her every which way the crowded
area allowed.  I quickly got a second erection and began masturbating.  I
was invited to take turns fucking her, but declined.  They laughed at my
shyness and he said to just enjoy the show.  Maybe any other horny teen
might have learned the joy women could give.  But as good as the blow job
had felt, I was much more amazed at the immense pleasure a woman can
receive from having a huge erection driven in and out of her.  And it was
something I needed to experience.

I tossed and turned in bed, knowng I'd never doze off if I kept thinking
about sex.  I began wondering why the mint condition Kinks LP I had ordered
hadn't come in yet and thought of the things that needed fixing in the
house, but soon drifted into a dream about what troubled my mind most.  I
dreamt I was in the house I grew up in, having dinner with my family: Mom,
Dad and my younger brother Manny.  A huge fly kept buzzing around us.  I
could hear my bed springs squeaking obscenely upstairs, and was worried it
would upset Mom and Dad. But they didn't seem to notice.  The big fly
suddenly dived from the ceiling and landed squarely in Manny's eye. The
resulting commotion made my parents concentrate on getting the fly out of
Manny's swelling eye.  I took advantage of the situation to run upstairs.
I opened my bedroom door and there was Ricardo lying face down on my bed
getting vigorously sodomized by Orlando.  I told them to lock the door,
because my parents were home.  Orlando said he couldn't stop now; Ricardo
just stared at me, grinning like an idiot.  My mother appeared at the stair
landing and asked what was going on. I said "nothing" as I closed the
bedroom door so she wouldn't see my buddies having sex.  But I became aware
of Orlando standing next to me completely naked saying hello to my Mom.  I
was also naked with a boner.  None of this particularly bothered my mother.
So Orlando got down on his knees and started blowing me.  I told Odie to
stop, but he whispered "Don't worry, she can't see us".  But she could and
the disapproval in her face proved it. She called out for Dad to come see
what his son was up to.  I could see Dad downstairs still tending Manny's
eye.  "He's here with me".  Mom just said I was going to get it when Dad
came home.

The following weeks, Orlando's sexuality was not brought up in
conversation. It was a subject he had covered once, settled and filed away.
And, as he would later tell me, he was thrilled to have a straight friend
who didn't want to drill him about being gay.  I wasn't so lucky.  I was
struggling daily with my growing feelings for Odie, and was starting to
masturbate daily.  I was in love with him, and knew I couldn't fight
it. Still, I thought it useless to confess my feelings to him as I didn't
want to face being rejected by him.  And I was sure Odie would not be
attracted sexually in a guy over 40 like me.  Another lunch proved me
wrong.

Walking into an Italian restaurant, I spotted Keith, an old friend from the
army.  He was alone at a small table. I introduced him to Orlando and
started taking about the old days when I became aware of Orlando being left
out of the conversation.  I began telling Keith we should get together some
other time but he invited himself to have lunch with us as he'd evidently
been stood up.  He told Odie: "I promise we won't bore you about what
happened 100 years ago".  But Orlando and Keith got along well enough and I
was glad I wasn't in the uncomfortable position of having to entertain two
people who had nothing in common with themselves.

Next midday, Orlando got a phone call during lunch.  "No... Having lunch
with Claudio" he replied into the phone.  From his tone of voice and the
bits and pieces conversation, he had evidently a good time the night
before. When he hung up, I smiled at him mischievously: "I guess the
passion hasn't died down between you and Paolo after all these years".

"No it hasn't" he replied assertively, but then paused and added, a bit
embarrassed: "But we're also in an open relationship."  I frowned, Orlando
continued: "That wasn't Paolo.  We allow each other to have sex with other
guys if we meet a man that really turns us on."

"Oh! I had always pictured you and Paolo as a loving couple" I offered.

"Paolo and I love each other more today than ever," Orlando said with a
stern tone of voice "He is my soul mate and I mean the same to him. Sex is
fun.  You can have fun with anyone.  Love is something I share only with
Paolo.  So don't pass judgment on a relationship you know nothing about!"

I apologized, but we were silent during most of the meal.  "Sorry I snapped
at you."  I told him it was Ok.  During our usual walk he explained why he
was so edgy: "I don't know if I crossed any boundaries or not, but I think
you should know the guy I dated last night was your friend Keith.  I hope
you don't mind.''

"Keith isn't gay!" I claimed after a moment trying to digest the news
flash.  Odie just smiled.

I stared at Orlando for a moment.  Keith was no longer the handsome hunk
he'd been back in the army.  He he had easily doubled his weight since
then.  "Why Keith? I'm sure you could get a hundred better looking guys if
you wanted?" I asked.

"Different strokes, dude!  I'm into older men.  Keith is one hot daddy!
He's the kind of man that really turns me on.  Yesterday when I met him,
woof!  And when he started giving me looks.  The minute you went to the
john he gave me his number.  I felt like such a shit, hooking up with your
friend behind your back.  I hope you forgive me.  I'm not myself when I'm
horny!"

"I still don't see it!  Keith got you horny?"

"Oh man, I could have put him on the table with his legs on my chest, and
fucked the daylights out of him, right then and there!"

My defense mechanisms sprung up before I could ask him if he ever thought
of me that way: "That's too much information, man! Now I don't think I'll
ever be able to eat at that place again."

Orlando laughed out loud and winked after assuring me: "It's a good thing I
haven't told you what's gone on in our restroom.  You might never pee at
the office again."

That night I dreamt I was working at the office and had to go pee.  I
entered the restroom and it was completely different, more spacious.  I was
in the open showers at the old army barracks.  As usual in my dreams,
incongruence seemed normal.  Orlando greeted me nude with a tiny white
towel wrapped around his waist.  He made me follow him to the showers
telling me I had to see "this".  Keith was alone in the showers, facing
away from us.  Orlando dropped his towel, his erection was rather normal
sized.  He walked up to Keith and put his hands on his shoulder.  Keith
spread his butt cheeks and Orlando stuck his cock in Keith's big butt and
started fucking him.  Suddenly it was not I who was watching Orlando and
Keith, but a bunch of my school friends still in their teens, jerking off
at the scene.  Orlando's cock grew bigger and bigger every time it came out
of the other man's rump.  My old fuck buddy Ricardo was enjoying the show
too, stroking his teenaged prick, telling my school mates "I've fucked him
lots of times.  He really likes it!"  He meant me, because it was my ass
getting pounded by Orlando's humongous cock, while my school mates look on.
Far from being embarrassed I was hoping they'd all take turns fucking me
when Orlando was done.  But a louder than usual snore from Irene woke me
before I could get gang banged.

I had a raging hard on.  I quietly slipped out of the bedroom, stripped in
the bathroom and lay in the dry tub under the warm shower and started
jerking off.  I stuck my fingers in my ass, wishing I had a dildo.  I
thought of Odie fucking me and came so hard my load almost reached my open
mouth.  As I dried myself off I looked into the mirror and smiled, knowing
I was looking at a guy who was going to get fucked soon.

The following day, as we walked, I cut to the chase: "So you really find
guys like Keith attractive?"  I asked.  Orlando said he'd always been
attracted to bears and daddies.  He had to explain the terms to me.

"So, wouldn't you find me a bit attractive?" I asked.

Orlando looked away for a couple of seconds, as he usually did when I asked
him something very personal. As usual, Orlando felt compelled to be
sincere:

"Well, as a matter of fact, when I first met you what I really wanted was
to get into your pants. But," he quickly added "I don't see you that way
anymore."

My heart skipped a beat.  "So I wasn't WAY down the list of guys you would
suck, as you once said."  Orlando chuckled bashfully.  "I'd prefer it if we
change the subject right away"

"Actually, I need to ... keep on the subject."  I motioned him for us to
sit on a park bench.

"Last night I had a dream..."  I began.  It took me a while to tell him my
dream, as it was the first time I told anyone of my hidden sexuality.
"Then," I concluded, "I notice the guy you were fucking wasn't Keith but...
me!"

"Well it's just a dream, dude, " Odie said with a worried expression, "As I
said, I don't see you sexually anymore, I mean, you know me by now, I'm not
going to one day wake up and rape you."

I smiled.  "You misunderstand me...  I... want to do it with you."

Orlando paled. "Listen dude, you're just curious. I've been saying stuff
lately I should keep to myself.  I should have never told you about Keith.
You're just confused.  One dream doesn't make you gay.  Don't worry about
it."

"I'm not confused, Odie.  I've never been completely honest with you.  When
I used to fool around with Ricardo, I loved him.  I looked forward to being
under him.  But I decided to live a normal life.  But lately, well, I'm
just determined to relive those experiences.  Hey, maybe after all these
years I won't even like it, but I HAVE to find out.  The only thing is I'm
very nervous about it, and I'd rather do it with someone I trust."

Orlando thought a moment.  "No! No! No!  I mean, I would LOVE to get in bed
with you, but this is all wrong.  I can't be your... sexual guinea pig.
What if it it doesn't work out?  I mean can you see yourself having lunch
with me after I fucked you in the butt and you didn't like it?"

"Why not?" I shrugged.

Orlando shook his head.  "Sorry, dude it's a bad idea".  I told him it was
Ok, that I would deal with it some other way.  I gave him a big smile and
jokingly told him if he had the number of a good escort to hand it over to
me.  He joked back: "Sure thing.  You NEED professional help".

At quitting time, Orlando approached me in the parking lot and got into the
car with me for a quick private chat.

"Are you still thinking about going through with it?" He asked.

"I was just heading for a cybercafé."

"Fuck! I didn't think you were desperate!  I've got a proposal, but you've
got to...  put your ass on hold for a couple of days."  Odie can make me
laugh under the oddest situations.  He continued: "It's Tuesday. I'll get
us a room for Saturday evening.  That'll give us some time to back out of
this crazy shit.  If you're still determined by Saturday, we play by your
rules.  We can just sit in that room and talk all evening, or we can get
naked and do whatever nasty thing crosses your mind.  Sounds good?"

"That sounds fantastic!" I replied.

Wednesday and Thursday went by without a word of our date.  During Friday
lunch, Orlando asked me if I was still interested in meeting on Saturday.
I told him it had been on my mind all week.  He made a phone call and asked
to talk to the manager.  It was evident he knew the guy he was talking
to. He confirmed he needed the room Saturday.


3. POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME

Orlando picked me up on time, the following evening.

"What did you tell Irene?"

"I told her I was going to the Casino.  I go there at least once a month.
She hates the place."

"A perfect alibi!" he said.  "How many times have you used it?"

"This is the first time I'm cheating on her!"

Orlando quickly changed the subject.  He talked about how clean the motel
we were going to was, and that there was little chance of being spotted.
When we arrived, I stayed in the car while Orlando checked us in.  I had
offered to pay but he called it his treat.

We parked in front of the room, and he picked up a small back pack from the
car trunk.  In the room he took a bottle of Buchanan's scotch out of it.
"The one you like!"  He picked up the empty ice bucket and asked me if I
wouldn't mind filling it.  By the time I'd returned he had taken off his
shirt.  It was the first time I was admiring his magnificent physique.  He
took the ice, filled two glasses and poured the drinks.  We raised our
glasses and I said cheers.  He said "To men having fun".  I sat on the only
chair in the room and Orlando lay on the bed while we talked about
different hotels we'd each been to.  When the subject dried out there was a
moments silence and then we both smiled, realizing we were waiting for the
other to make the first move.

"You have a great body, Odie!" I said.  "You work out, but you don't overdo
it.  Some guys get their muscles all out of proportion, and I've just never
thought that to be aesthetic.  Your torso is what I call just right!"  I
failed to tell him how I yearned to follow the fuzzy trail leading from his
small patch of chest hair into his pants.

"Thanks, dude!  Glad you like it!" He said as he sat up and flexed his
muscles mocking bodybuilder poses.  "Why not take off your shirt, let me
admire your body!"

"Fuck! No thanks!  After seeing you, I think I'll remain fully clothed for
the rest of the evening!' I said.

"Like hell you will" He replied.  'If you don't take your shirt off I'll
rip it off.  I'll make your wife wonder what kind of a casino you went to"

I smiled, checked that the door was locked behind us, shyly took my shirt
off, raised my arms to fully expose my hairy, aged torso, and exclaimed
"Well, this is it!  You asked for it!"

Odie smiled but frowned "Don't suck your gut in!"  I exhaled.  "Much
better!" He approached me, ran his fingers through my chest hair "You are
what a real man looks like, you're one fucking hot daddy, and screw anybody
who doesn't think so!"

I chuckled "You must be joking."

He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his crotch.  He had a big boner
straining to get out of his pants.  "This is no joke Claudio." Then, for
the first time in my 45 years of life, a man kissed me.

"You're shaking like a leaf, dude!" He told me "There's nothing to be
nervous about.  Remember I told you we're only here to do whatever you
want.  You want to back out?"

"No!  It's just that it's taken me a long time to get back to this point".

"How did you manage to bottle it all up all this time?  I mean, I tried to
quit once, but two days later I found myself sucking my dad's car
mechanic."

I swallowed a large mouthful of scotch.  "Well, it's just that... the last
time I fooled around with Ricardo my younger brother walked in on us."

"Shit!" Orlando interjected.

"He told Mom and Dad as soon as they got home.  I was 17.  Too old to get
punished and my parents weren't the kind to kick me out of home.  As a
matter of fact, neither of them really knew what to do about me.  But
things at home were never the same.  I just felt I had unofficially stopped
being their son.  My father, especially.  He only REALLY talked to me again
at my wedding.  My brother still acts as if I don't exist! "

"Fuck! He could be a little more forgiving, after all this time!" Orlando
said.

"I don't really blame him.  It wouldn't have been so bad if he'd walked in
on us ten minutes earlier: at least he would have found ME fucking Ricardo
and not the other way around.  But I was his older brother, his role
model."

He gave me a huge hug, pressing our bodies tightly together.  Orlando
stroked the back of my neck, looking into my eyes.  "I'm sure you miss your
family but, don't forget, they're also missing out on a great guy."

"Thanks, Odie." I choked up fighting back the tears.  I finished up my
drink, and added with a grin "So is this the way you usually seduce guys,
by making them cry and stuff?"

Orlando smiled.  "Come here, dude!" he said and we kissed again, our
tongues dueling, his hands pulling my body next to his, my hands holding
his face in front of mine.  We lay on the bed and must have made out for
fifteen minutes.  I wanted to suck on his tongue forever.  Our cocks were
hard as rock.

"This feels so good!"  I exclaimed.

"It'd feel a lot better if we were naked" Odie replied.

We both stood up.  Orlando walked up behind me and hugged my chest, kissing
my neck.  "Take your pants off, big guy."  I managed to unbuckle with his
arms tightly wrapped around me stroking my chest and firm belly, biting the
nape of my neck, pressing his young torso against my back. My pants dropped
around my ankles.  Odie reached down blindly into my boxers and grabbed my
balls, let out a grunt, and then gently slid his open palm along my
erection.  "Hmm! Where have YOU been hiding?  You can't tell you have this
big a schlong just by looking at your crotch!" he said and started slowly
stroking my cock.  Still behind me, he dropped to his knees and pulled my
boxer shorts down.  He grabbed my hips, obviously staring at my butt, then
pressed his face against it "Your ass is perfect, just as I imagined it."

"You've thought about me naked?" I asked.

"I've fucked you in my mind so many times, this all seems like déjà vu to
me." He turned me around "Except I'm going to suck a much bigger cock now".

Maybe you can't go home again, but my cock had suddenly found its right
place in the universe. It belonged in a man's mouth, it needed to be
sucked, it fucking deserved Orlando's expert cock-sucking prowess.  I
started fucking his face, but he stopped me.

"Not so fast big guy!" He said as he stood up and kissed me "I'll be darned
if I'm going to be the only cocksucker at this party."  He said as he
stripped down to his underwear.  Orlando's hard cock was pressing to leap
out of his white briefs.  He slipped them off and revealed 7 eager inches
of dark meat that curved upwards towards a large mushroom head.  It looked
thick, dark and menacing I couldn't get my eyes off it.

I sat down on the bed and stared at its beauty while I played with his
balls.  Then I wrapped my mouth around it.  It felt like the head of his
cock filled my mouth cavity completely.  I started sucking, Orlando started
to moan.  I could feel every vein of his cock as my lips traveled along the
shaft.  I started echoing his moans.  Then he got greedy and shoved the
cock into my mouth causing me to gag.  I backed away and coughed till my
face went red.  Orlando was apologetic and patted my back.

"Sorry big guy, my bad! I forgot you're new at this.  It just felt like
you've been sucking cock all your life!"

The coughing fit had made me lose my erection.  He made me lie down on the
bed, and pressed his face in my crotch grunting like a wild animal. He took
deep breaths, evidently reveling on the smell of my cock and balls. He put
my flaccid dick in his mouth and started working his tongue around it
making it hard again.

"I love feeling a cock growing hard in my mouth." Odie said gripping the
now erect shaft in his hand.

Orlando licked the tip of my dick, and then worked his mouth only on the
head while he pumped the shaft with his fist.  It was heaven! He slowly
tugged his young manhood as he licked, sucked and teased my entire crotch.
He then lay face up on the bed and I sucked his delicious hard cock again
for a while.  Sometimes I'd just grab it and look at it in amazement.  It
was beautiful.  How could I have wasted half my life without cock? He made
me kneel next to his face.  He kept on sucking me. He started caressing my
butt crack which made me moan louder.  Orlando then made me lie on my back
and put my knees up to my chest.  He sucked on his middle finger and slid
it into my butt.  Then he kept on sucking my cock as he slid his finger in
and out of me. I imagined he was about to stick his big cock in me, and
immediately felt tingly all over, tensed up, and started blowing my load.
Orlando took the first hit in his mouth, but then jerked me making my cum
fly all over my body and his face. He then took his finger out of my ass
and climbed on to my body and rubbed his hard body against mine, easily
sliding his big dick over my belly.  He picked up his pace, moaned and sat
up to let me see three long streams of cum squirt out of his big knob and
land on my torso.

"Are you having fun, big guy?" He asked.  I said yes, although admittedly I
was a bit disappointed he hadn't fucked me.  But he then told me "Let's
take a shower and rest a while, have a little more fun later."


4. WANGO TANGO

We took a long shower kissing and caressing each other, and ended up back
in bed.  We talked for about an hour, a bit about my rather sexless life to
date, a lot about how he came to know he loved men.  We talked with our
bodies entwined, occasionally stroking each other, filling the lulls in the
conversation with passionate kisses.

"Funny, I just can't imagine Keith with you in bed like this."  I told him.

Orlando laughed.  "And you're right.  Keith doesn't seem to care too much
for cuddling and smooching.  He was on his knees sucking my dick before I
could close the door behind us.  It was strictly wham-bam-thank you man".

"Did you get to raise his legs against your chest, like you wanted?" I
asked, remembering his fantasy about fucking Keith on the restaurant table.

"No!  I really wanted to ride his fat hairy ass, but he turned out to be an
exclusive top".  I frowned and he explained the top-bottom-versatile
criteria. "I'm more of a versatile top," he concluded "I prefer to fuck,
but don't mind taking it up the ass now and then."

"Sounds like Keith turned out to be a big disappointment!"  I said.

"I thought so at first." Orlando countered.  "Keith isn't exactly hung, and
I'm a real size queen when it comes to sucking cock.  He really wanted my
ass, so I gave it up, thinking he'd probably cum quick and get the whole
evening over with.  God! Was I wrong! He fucked me long and good, and knew
just where to probe.  He made me cum without touching myself, which has
only happened to me once before. "

Orlando then smiled mischievously: "I can always call him up for you. I'm
sure you'd enjoy the little prick!"

I laughed and told him maybe I would.

"Tell me, Claudio.  Did you enjoy it when Ricardo topped you?"

"It's hard to tell.  I mean, I don't remember actually enjoying having his
dick in me." I explained. "At first we were both supposed to be just
getting our rocks off because I didn't have a girl friend and Ricardo's
girlfriend didn't put out.  But I really loved the guy, I mean, he was my
best friend.  And I remember I started looking forward to our sessions
because ... I wanted to give him pleasure.  I actually felt bad about
fucking him because he seemed to just endure it so he could have the right
to fucking me, but... I would have let him fuck me even if I didn't get to
fuck him back.  I wouldn't have suggested it, of course, or he would've
thought I was queer."

Orlando smiled, patted me on the rump and said: "I got news for you.  Yu
ARE queer!"

I chuckled: "Listen, I realize I'm naked in bed with another guy, but I
just don't feel queer."

"It's just a label" he shrugged as he rolled on top of me and kissed me.  I
hugged and pressed his body against mine.  He placed his hips between my
legs, his hard cock wedged between my calf and crotch. I wrapped my legs
around his hips.

He slowly humped me, sliding his cock over my inner thigh.  Then he grabbed
his cock and lowered it towards my butt sliding his cock head inside my
crack, rubbing it against my asshole.

"Fuck me, Odie!" I blurted out.  He grinned wide, as if he'd won first
prize!

"Hang on, a sec, big guy.  Let's do this right."

He stood up, his eager cock bobbing in the air.  He took some condoms and a
tube of lube out of his back pack and made me lie face up on the edge of
the bed.  He expertly sheathed his erection in latex and then knelt down
and sucked my cock for a while.  He made me wrap my legs around his neck as
he kept on sucking me.  He squirted lube on his fingers and started
applying it to my ass.  I stared at the ceiling and gave my cock a few
strokes while I felt his thumb slip inside me.  He really took time working
his hand at my asshole until he had 4 fingers in me at the same time, all
the while sucking on my cock.

Then he stood up and he applied some lube to his menacing dong and lifted
my legs onto his chest.  I was quite excited at the prospect of getting
fucked, but I never felt more vulnerable in my life.  He must have seen I
was a bit nervous, so he assured me:

"You're going to have to relax.  Trust me, Claudio"

"I trust you.  It's just that your cock head is huge!"  Orlando laughed and
said I was lube up enough to get fucked by an elephant.

But then told me, very seriously: "You might feel uncomfortable at first,
but you'll get used to it.  But remember we're just here to enjoy
ourselves.  If you want to stop, call it off at any time, I'll stop.  Ok,
dude?"

 Orlando's big knob had little difficulty wedging into my slippery butt.
Not that the invading hard-on didn't hurt like hell.  "How are you doing,
big guy?"  I was brave enough to respond "It hurts a bit, but I'm Ok".  And
in truth all I wanted at that moment was to get fucked.  He started to pump
in and out of me slowly.  I started masturbating.

"Don't jerk off, buddy!  Concentrate on how my cock feels in your ass!"  I
pictured his hard on sliding in and out of me.  It was fantastic.  After a
while I was really into it, grabbing his hips, trying to push him further
inside me. He looked at me and grinned while he pumped in and out of me:
"You really enjoy having a big hard cock in your ass, don't you!"  He made
me feel like such a slut, but I countered "Just shut the fuck up and keep
on fucking me". Orlando laughed.

After a while of slowly -and quietly- pumping his dick in me, he stopped
and withdrew.  He asked me to lie on my side in the center of the bed.  He
grabbed my leg and made me bend it at the knee.  He then mounted the leg I
had straightened out on the bed, and slid his cock up to my ass crack.  I
can't think of anything sexier than the way his balls tickled my inner
thighs.  Then I felt the head of his cock nudging at the entrance of my
butt-hole.  As he penetrated me, I closed my eyes and pictured his helmet
wedging through my ass ring.  "Oh, God!" I exclaimed.  "Does it hurt?" He
asked nervously.  "No! It feels so good!" I answered.  He nibbled on my
shoulder as he ground his dick in me.  "Your hot ass feels good too, big
guy! I wish I could keep my cock inside you forever!"

He then started thrusting harder.  I loved feeling his hard meat pump in
and out of me while his balls slid up and down on my inner thighs.  Each
one of my weak whimpers was matched by his deep grunts.

Orlando thrust into me and stopped fucking me for a minute, biting my
shoulder "Hmm! Dude, are you having a good time".  I said yes, which was an
understatement as it was the best sex I'd had in my life.

"I would love you make you happy for hours, but I don't think I can hold on
much longer.  Your tight ass is going to make me cum in any minute"

"That's the idea, Odie!  Fuck me till you cum!"

I lay flat on my stomach and hugged on a pillow while Orlando mounted me
and plowed into me again.  His fucking became rough, as he quickly forgot
to please me and concentrated on getting his own rocks.  But I loved every
vigorous thrust.  Then he quickened his pace, breathing heavily now.  "Here
it cums, dude".  Orlando grunted loudly and thrust deep into me to release
his load.  His body shook and he buried his cock into me as deep as he
could. He stayed inside me for a while catching his breath.  "You have one
fantastic piece of ass, dude" he said as he discarded his cum filled condom
in the waste paper basket next to the bed.


V Orlando's fear that sex could ruin our friendship became a reality the
very next day.  I called him up, asked if he wanted to hook up again.  He
reminded me that he was in a relationship and that he thought I'd
understood that the preceding day's session had been a one time thing.  I
accused of leading me on with all the kissing and hugs.  We hung up after
exchanging scathing expletives.  But I thought things over that night and
realized that I was being extremely ungrateful towards Odie.

First thing Monday morning I walked to his desk, and found him in a
deservedly hostile mood towards me.  I told him I had behaved like an
asshole, and he agreed with me on that, at least.  I apologized and told
him that I couldn't thank him enough for helping me through a very
important step in my life.

I looked around to make sure no one was near and whispered:

"Saturday was very important to me, Odie, a lot of thoughts and feelings
are finally getting clear to me.  I feel as if my life is regaining its
rightful course.  But I don't think it was worth it if I lose the friend
that made it all possible. "

Odie stared at me for what seemed like a very long while without saying a
word, silently nodded and asked:

"What are you doing for lunch today?"

THE END
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