Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2022 18:57:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject: My Baseball Buddy -- Part 2 (Adult Friends)

***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe
"inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I
leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have
been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send feedback along
to AtlantisGuy@aol.com***


Morning came at me hard. And not in a good way.

I drowsily came back to consciousness, then snapped awake with a wild start
and feeling of panic. I was in my bed, and by the sun in the window deduced
it was Saturday morning. And then the memories from last night flooded my
brain.

Holy shit. Did I...?

Did we...?

Oh shit, that was real, wasn't it?

Did I really just fuck my best bud? Did I really ram my dick up his... you,
know, his bunghole? Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. What the Hell do I do now?

I low rumble of panic set in. I... I'm not gay. I'm not. I *swear* I'm
not. I don't go around checking out guys. I never jerked off thinking about
my buds in college. What the Hell does it mean?

And then a new horror started dawning on me. Did my wife know?  Could she
tell? Do I reek of sex?  Oh God... did Nate *tell* her?

At that, I mentally slapped myself. I mean, *of course* not. There's no way
Nate said anything, or that he even had a chance to. Jesus, Will... get it
together. Let's just think about this for a minute.

I threw back the sheets and padded into the bathroom to look at
myself. Looking in the mirror, I didn't see any tell-tale signs of
anything. I guess I don't *look* gay. Then I panicked, thinking I might
be... you, know... crusty. I recalled that shortly after I blew my load,
Nate had grabbed a couple of towels and we cleaned ourselves
off. Unfortunately, I can't remember much about how we left things... I
kinda just grabbed my stuff and left. I think it was a bit awkward, but
maybe not? Shit.

Well, nothing to do about it now. I figured I'd best just start playing
this out. From the smell of coffee, my wife had already gotten her day
started. I was terrified to face her, but decided to get it over with.

I wandered downstairs to see her fiddling with her phone. I stopped. And
looked at her. My stomach about dropped through the floor. I think that's
when the reality of what happened really started to hit me. And for the
first time in a very long time, I felt totally adrift. Last night I had
boldly walked through a door that I didn't even know existed, and now I was
in a New World. Did I like it? Now what do I do? And what about the two
people I was closest to? How do they fit into this New World?

"Hey babe," I said noncommittally from the doorway. My wind whirling in 12
different directions at once.

She looked up and gave me a wry, knowing smirk. Panic started rising. "Good
morning, sunshine. You look... kinda a wreck."

"Mmm? Oh sorry. Yeah, after the boys won the championship, things got... a
little... out of hand with Nate. We may have overdone it in our
celebrating." Well... it was the truth.

She broke into a grin. "I thought as much. You still want to go to the
farmer's market this morning? Or are you nursing a hangover?"

That's it? That was... all? My mind a raging panic attack, on the brink of
a meltdown, and *that* was all she was going to ask? About going to the
fucking farmer's market? My immediate terror started to recede. Maybe
things weren't as bad as I thought. I tried to be as cool as I could. "We
can go, sure. I gotta shower. I... um... reek of spilled beer."

"Eww, go!" she shot back. "Get away from me with all those nasty
man-smells! But hurry up, we're getting a late start as it is."

It's funny, as I went back upstairs to shower, I was thinking about "nasty
man smells." But they weren't nasty. Not at all. I remember holding Nate
close, my nose pressed right behind his ear, and breathing his scent. It
was... powerfully lodged in my mind. Intimate. Masculine. And 100% Nate. I
remember my face pressed against his sweaty back. The smell of
him. Sweat. Sex.

Stop it. I had to get it together. What the Hell was happening? What was I
doing? I'm a guy. Guys don't fuck each other... right? This was all
a... mistake? And yet, once I was in the shower, and I could feel the hot
water running down my body, running down my balls, I could *instantly*
remember the warmth of Nate's mouth. Enveloping my cock. Every fiber of my
being reaching out to him. The best blow job I had ever had.

And I realized I was jacking myself. Soap suds blanketing my hairy
crotch. As my other hand drifted across my hairy pecs. Fuck I was hard.

Shit. No. Snap out of this. I snapped the water to "cold" until my balls
nearly shank into my body. No. I gotta figure this out. Use your big head,
Will... not your little head.

But there was no avoiding it. While we wandered through the farmer's
market, I had a chance to weigh my thoughts. As my wife chattered along and
inspected the season bounty, I kept going back to last night. And whatever
panic I had, whatever crisis of identity I was pondering... *everything*
was slowly being pushed aside by memories of... how fucking good everything
felt. Fortunately, I was able to hide my midsection well in a profusion of
produce bags, because my dick was at half-staff the entire time we were
out.

I mean, it felt So. Fucking. Good. My body had... awakened. That feeling of
bottoming out in Nate's hole, feeling my bush against his hairy hole was so
fucking incredible. Tighter than anything. Tighter than the virgins I
deflowered in college. It was like... fuck, it was amazing.

And it was so fucking *masculine.* We went at it harder than any sex I'd
ever had with a woman. Direct. Appreciative. Athletic. Unafraid of making a
mess. So, so... physical. I mean, even kissing him, with that stubble
that...

And I think that's what really hit me. Seeing in my mind's eye Nate's
familiar stubble. And then realizing I was kissing... Nate. The hottest guy
I knew. The guyest guy I knew. My bud. A guy who got me. Who I connected
with on such a deep level. Nate. The look in his eyes when we
connected. Nate.

Nate.

And suddenly I wasn't really *afraid* anymore. The anxiousness I had felt
all morning was replaced by a different kind of anxiousness.

I wanted to reach out to Nate, but one of the unspoken agreements I had
with my wife is that if Nate and I got uninterrupted baseball time, I owed
her a proportionate amount of uninterrupted time and attention. My wife and
I ended up having a busy day of it running errands and such, with an
understanding that I'd be free to run over to Nate's for the game when we
were done. I didn't volunteer that as they clinched last night, tonight's
game was a bit of a throwaway--I doubt the boys were even sober yet--and
was eminently missable. I also didn't advertise that as the game was on the
West coast again, it wouldn't get started until much later. I just went
with the flow and mentally prepared for heading over "like normal" around
dinner time. Watching the clock as close as I possibly could.

Finally, I saw a chance to get away. I bit down hard to seem too excited as
gathered up to go over, and my wife just rolled her eyes kindly at me as I
grabbed my keys and left. "Don't wait up!" I called out to her.

Really, I thought. Don't.

It was a massive effort not to sprint those few feet to Nate's back
door. My nerves were shredded. We hadn't gotten a chance to talk, and
wasn't entirely sure how he'd receive me. I was going off of our normal
routine and just walking in as normal. I hoped he was cool. I hoped he
had... well...

Jesus I was a wreck.

I nearly wrenched the backdoor off its hinges and popped in. "Nate, bud?
You here?"

There was a pause.

"Yeah. Downstairs."

My spider-sense seemed to pick up that something was... a bit... off. I was
hoping he was cool, but the vibe I was getting was... cold.

I took a breath and trotted down the stairs. Hopeful, but with a touch of
caution. I stopped a couple of stairs from the bottom. "He man," I said
hopefully.

Nate had been staring at the TV, watching one of the other playoff games in
progress. He looked over at me, gave a wan smile, and looked down. "I
wasn't sure if you were gonna come."

I had come flying in with high hopes... and a higher libido. His response
took some of the wind out of my sails. "You ok bud?" Pause. "Are... we ok?"

He looked over at me defensively and said blandly, "What?
No... everything's cool. C'mon in. Just watching the Braves."

There was a... weighty silence. I was starting to see he was not as cool as
I hoped. "Look. Nate. This is the quietest we've ever been around each
other. Seriously, are we good? I mean, last night was... um... a pretty big
step. If you're freaking out..."

Nate bit back testily, "No. Like I said. It's cool."

I wandered into the room and sat down heavily next to him on the
couch. "Are you mad we... did... that...?"

"Jesus, Will. Fine. No, I'm not *mad*... and obviously from the huge amount
of cum we blew I think we can say we were both into it. Ok? It felt
good. It's just... I don't think we should do it again, ok? I don't want to
rain on your parade. I just don't think we can."

"Oh...kay," I said noncommittally.  Pause.

Nate's words flew out in a rush. "Look, I'm not gay. I mean, that felt
amazing. But I'm not gay. I've never been into guys. I've never *done*
anything with guys. I love my wife. I'm sure you do too. I just don't want
to wreck... things."

I can't say I wasn't disappointed. And while I thought he was being a pussy
about it, I knew what he meant. I mean, I hadn't come up with a clear
thought about any of this, myself. I didn't even know how to look at my
wife normally right now.

But it irked me that my bud was so cavalierly brushing aside something
that...ok, fuck it, if I'm being honest, was a fucking amazing experience
that we both *clearly* were into. Did he think he was the only one thrown
for a loop? I admit that at that moment I wasn't bringing my best self to
the table as I pushed ahead.

"Ok, Nate... this is not us being 'cool' about things." I reached out and
put my hand on his shoulder, a little less warmly than I should
have. "Look, why don't we..."

Nate forcefully thew off my hand, got up and stormed over to the
bar. Pissed, I marched over there myself, grumbling, "Nate, you're being
asshole. What the Hell's the..."

Nate whipped around, crossed the distance between us, raised his hands and
slammed them into my chest, sending me reeling. "*I'm* being an asshole?
Why don't you just leave it alone? You know what? Fuck you!" Before I could
regain my balance he slammed me again, almost sending me sprawling back
toward the couch. There was real fire in his eyes, and his cheeks were
starting to flush. He reared up, and for a second, I thought he was going
to haul off and deck me.

I was fucking pissed... *no one* was gonna push me around like
that. Instinct kicked in. I crouched down low and rushed him, sending us
barreling into the bar stools. The next few minutes were a blur. We were
tangled up among the fallen chairs, trying to get at each other. I tried to
pin him down, but the motherfucker was strong. He twisted and tried to land
a punch, but I spun out and ended up catching him in the face with my
elbow. He rolled away and got into a crouch, and roughly ran his hand
across his nose and mouth, instinctively looking for blood. Seeing none, he
turned back towards me, with eyes flashing lightning. In a split-second, we
were wrapped up again, trying to gain leverage and take the other down.

He was strong. But so was I.

Friendship was gone. I was acting on pure threat response, ginned up by
adrenaline and testosterone. We struggled and twisted, and tried to get a
good shot the other, but we were evenly matched. Finally, I somewhat threw
him off balance and was able to take him down. Hard. But he was way too
fast, and came at me again, pulling me down with him. I kicked out heavily
against him, sending him smashing into the coffee table. A part of my mind
was struck by the utter ridiculousness of all of this... that was the same
coffee table we had smashed into last night when we were making out.

To my surprise, Nate was able to turn the tables on me. He lunged at me,
and before I knew it he had pinned me down, his weight heavily against
me. I couldn't wriggle free. Fuck. He had me.

Nate's face was inches from mine, with sweat dripping from his nose,
temples, and chin. Flushed. His eyes were shining in fury, and both of us
were panting. I thought he was going to fucking smash my face in.

But he didn't.

We just sat there. Panting. Sweating. Fuming. Staring. Finally, I spit out
at him, "What the fuck is *wrong* with you? I'm your fucking best friend!"

It was curious. The fury in Nate's eyes didn't change a
whit. But... *something* in them changed. His hand came free and... wrapped
around my jaw, his thumb stroking my stubble. And suddenly, his lips locked
with mine. His fiery breath filling my mouth. And he was kissing me. I
couldn't even react. He pulled his head back, and whisper-growled, "Fuck
you, you fucker." And his lips slammed into mine again.

And suddenly we were both swept up in a different kind of firestorm.

He wasn't forcing himself on me. He wasn't struggling for dominance. It
wasn't punishment. In fact, as soon as our lips locked, he released me
altogether, and his other hand suddenly started raking through my hair. His
kiss wasn't... well, *hard*... but rather... strong. Almost desperate. But
then there was... so much more to it.

And for a second, my body melted with his. I likewise reached up and
grabbed his face, my palm against his cheekbone and my fingers running
through his hair. Pressed against me like that, I suddenly realized my
buddy was rock hard. And now, so was I. The fire of rage inside me subtlety
changed color, becoming the fire of hunger.

There were fireworks going off in my head, and my whole body shivered in
anticipation.

It was all over in moments. Nate pulled back, panting. We were both
panting. He looked... almost sheepishly at me for a moment. His forehead
came to rest on mine.  "I... I was thinking about you all day." Pause. "I
just..."

My guy instincts took over. Stimulus-response. Whatever he was going to say
didn't mean shit. Whatever the fight was about didn't mean shit. We were
both hard as steel and horny as fuck for each other.

*That* is what mattered.

I lunged back at him, cutting him off in mid-sentence as I rammed my tongue
half-way down his throat. He fell backwards and I was on top of him,
mauling him with a kiss that would have left bruises on a woman. Our hands
were everywhere, all but clawing at each other as we grappled. He once
again rolled on top of me, then pulled his mouth from mine to go after my
neck. The shock of his stubble against my skin forced me to gasp. After
scratching me in a masculine scour, he dragged his lips against my
skin. The shock of the two sensations, the prickly and the satin-smooth
wetness, felt otherworldly. I let out a long, grunting growl.

My hands continued to range across him, almost with minds of their own. I
realized I had slid them underneath his T-shit, and as I started sliding
them up against his hairy torso, he reached down and wrenched the shirt
over his head, clumsily.

God he was fucking hot.

With all the activity, he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, that made
his chest hair... dazzle. His nipples were large and heavy, nestled behind
his fur. God. The raw, masculine power of him... it was one part Greek god,
three parts lumberjack.

But there was no time to sit and admire my bud. I needed something else. I
went at him with a I'm-not-taking-no-for-an-answer look in my eyes. I
grabbed his torso and hauled him up, slapping a kiss on his face as I did
so. He looked at me quizzically, but didn't resist when I essentially threw
him down so he was sitting on the couch. I forcefully pried his legs apart
and went for the fly of his shorts. "I've been thinking about that
rock-hard dick all day. And I'm gonna fucking have it. I owe you for
yesterday."

Nate's face brightened as I wrenched his fly open, then roughly pulled down
his shorts and underwear and threw them aside. I think his dick twitched in
anticipation. It was... fucking awesome. I swear it was eight inches when
it was fully angry. Sleek and sharp as an arrow, with a flared mushroom
head... which was already slimy with precum. The base was lost in a thicket
of man hair, with a couple of equally hairy, egg-size balls.

I looked up with admiration, and we smiled--or more accurately, leered--at
each other. "Fuck, dude. That's some monster meat you're packing."

"Glad you approve. Yours qualifies as a weapon of mass destruction, too!"

I leaned in, and caught his scent. Rich and heavy from a long day, his
obvious excitement, and our earlier exertions.

FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

His man-musk nearly broke my mind. It was the unfiltered smell of sex. Of
manhood. Of raw power. Fuck. I think we've been conditioned to think of
ball-sweat as the worst thing in the world. Maybe that's just our wives and
girlfriends' hang-up. My own male body instinctively recognized this scent,
knew all the messages his body was sending. I swear my dick grew three more
inches.

In a state somewhere between hormonal daze and raw sexual hunger, I
attacked his cockhead, swallowing it hard... and sucking for all I was
worth.

And Nate responded. "Ohhhhhhhh GWAWD!" His head flew back and his back
arched. Reveling in the feeling of raw sexual pleasure. I went to town on
him, franticly lapping up his precum in sharp savage movements of my
tongue. I then ran my tongue obscenely around the edge of his cockhead,
while sucking him down. My hands instinctively went to his torso, and I
started massaging him; his hands mirrored, mine... grabbing me and
massaging my head and shoulders. We were in this together.

I sucked hard, bobbing up and down, up and down, rolling my tongue all over
him. Faster and faster, sucking him the way only a guy could suck
him. Faster, and faster again. His whole body writhed underneath me, and
his sounds and passed out of human speech to become animal howls. I was so
into it, I thought about doing something amazing... deep throating him to
his base. I took a breath and went for it, sucking as hard as I could.

With this being my first time, I didn't get very far before I gagged, and
instinctively spat his cock. "Easy man," Nate reassured, with a gentle
rustle of my hair. He went on with a smirk: "You're fucking incredible. But
you gotta work up to a big dick like mine!"

I gripped him hard, drawing out a gasp. "Another word like that,
fuckerhead, and you're getting teeth!" He barked out a laugh.

I want back to his cock, but tried something different. With a long, lurid
slurp, I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft all the way to his
hairy balls. And there, I dug in for a wet, slobbery wallow. Fuck! The
scent was driving me crazy, but so was the taste... tangy with the salt of
sweat. I started mouthing each one in turn, sucking him in, teasing him
with my tongue and then rolling to the other. Nate's head swung wildly. He
growled out, "Oh fuck YEAH! She NEVER goes after my balls!"

I mentally shook my head... what is that about women? My wife *hates*
balls, thinking they are the stupidest things ever. And *hairy* balls are
the worst of all. They just have no fucking idea...

I worked his boys over again and again, with my hand stroking his rock-hard
cock just to keep him honest. But I needed some more cock time. I Switched
over, sucking my way up to his cockhead again, then sucking him down as I
used my fingers to massage his nut sack. His words had dissolved back into
soundless rumbles. He roughly massaged my shoulders with one hand, and ran
his other hand through his sweaty hair.

Fuck he was hot.

Between the smell, taste, and feel of him, I was starting to lose my
mind. I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, sucking as hard as I could,
and started mouth fucking him. Nate perked up, his growls rising in
intensity and pitch. I grabbed his shaft, and started fisting him hard,
matching my mouth and hand to run the length of him. His hands slammed
down, almost as if he was trying to lift himself off the couch, and started
barking out obscenities. I was in overdrive. I went down hard on him again
and again... faster and faster and fasterfasteterfasterfasterfaster...

"OH GOD I'm GONNA CUM!" I know he was giving me that standard heads-up so I
could pull back. No way. No fucking way would I ruin it like that for my
best friend... for *any* guy.  I sped up, relentlessly sucking him down. I
could feel his muscles clench, his balls make ready...

And with a shattering, supersonic cry that made my ears rang, he went off
like a fucking water cannon.

My mouth filled in seconds, but cum kept blasting. I vastly underestimated
how big his load would be. In desperation, I tried swallowing, but I
couldn't keep up with the jet blasts, which kept coming and
coming. Finally, my mouth blew open and I started gag-coughing his spunk
out violently. Rivers of hot cum ran down his dick, right through his hairy
crotch.

There was a moment of shock as both of us tried to catch our breath and
regain our bearings. Almost instinctively, Nate's hands ran through my
hair, massaging my scalp in unbridled gratitude. It was as tender a gesture
as I had ever felt. I took a moment to enjoy the feel of the jizz still
swirling in my mouth. Warm and salty, like seawater. It had a
strange... almost... nutty? taste to it? With a slight smell of... I dunno,
chlorine. It wasn't bad, and the simple fact that Nate--a guy--had shared
this most personal stuff with me--another guy--gave me a warm feeling. Guys
didn't do that. Most guys I knew would rather *die* than do that. It
sparked an odd sense of... trust. Specialness. A unique bond, that I'd
never shared with a guy before.

Had he felt the same when he went down on me?


It dawned on me that I hadn't ever really stopped sucking him down after he
shot. I had slowed, savoring the taste. Savoring the feel of his cock as it
continued to twitch wildly in my mouth. God, the intensity of the moment.

And then I realized that I was still horny as fuck.

After a few minutes, Nate finally pulled my head off. "Too... too much."
His words came out hoarse, and his breaths exploded in desperate pants. I
complied, knowing how sensitive you can be after you shoot. But I was too
horned up to fully back away. Not when this fucking stud's body was right
there for the taking.

So, I shifted position. With my mouth, I decided to keep exploring him,
running a long lazy lick of my tongue up his body. I couldn't get over the
feeling of his man bush as I licked my way up to his bellybutton. The rough
texture, so unlike the feeling of being with a woman. Nate's voice
modulated... it was almost as if he started cooing. My hands rose up his
torso, amazed at the tautness of his muscles, the strength of his
body. Again, nothing like any woman I had ever been with. I knew all this
intellectually, but there was something... sharp... about experiencing it
in person.

I continued licking my way up him, with a goal of suckling at his
nipples. That was something I liked, and I was sure he would, too. My spit
swirling with his sweat. Then my tongue caught a different taste... I
realized I had hit cum-splatter. In a flash I resolved to clean him up, to
savor the manly taste of his spunk. Nate approved, lazily throwing an arm
back over his head and slurring out, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,
man. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit."

As I sucked the spent cum of his pecs, I mixed things up by dragging my
stubbled chin across them. Nate was hissing like a tea kettle. I got my
hands into it, roughly rubbing his sweaty muscles as I went. I took his
nipples into my mouth one at a time, and sucked them hard. With his free
arm, Nate mirrored the feeling, rubbing my sweaty shoulders and just
relishing the feel of me. I closed my eyes and started licking in wider and
wider circles, my mouth savoring the taste of him, loving the scent of his
body.

It then hit me that I was coming on a new scent, sharper. My eyes shot
open, and I realized that in my widening circles I was coming up on his
hairy arm pit.

Fuuuuuuck.

Days ago, I would have thought a guy's hairy armpit was downright
nasty. But at that moment, it created an electric charge across my entire
body. I couldn't fucking believe it, but I fucking drove my way up
there. Holy fuck... just on raw animal instinct I... I fucking buried my
nose in my buddy's pit. Breathing in so hard I almost
hyperventilated. Fuck. FUCKFUCKFUCK.

And I stared rolling my tongue through the tangled fur, just like I had
done with his balls.

Nate had been lulled into almost a stupor by my actions, his eyes closed
and nearly rolling back. The feeling of my tongue in his hairy pit caused
his whole body to roil... rolling and swirling like a parody of a hula
dancer. Fuck. The sharp smell dove me insane, and I stared fucking mauling
him with my mouth, desperate for more. Nate started letting out an
undulating wail of pleasure.

Fuck.

Finally, I snapped away, and in crazed sexual hunger drove my mouth against
his. It was as ruthless of a kiss as I could ever imagine. It was like we
were both trying to chew each other's face off, to suck each other's soul
out. I clambered on top of him and we relentlessly made out. Our hands
tearing at our sweaty skin.

And then it hit me. Pressed together, I could feel our dicks grinding
against each other in our hairy crotches. A twisted swordfight. I had been
rock-hard the whole time, but it was clear that even though he just blew
out the load of a lifetime, he was ready for action again, too.

God, I loved his cock.

Without a moment's hesitation, I stepped back, got on my knees and sucked
him down once again. Nate screamed like a banshee. I spat out his cock,
then buried my face again in his balls. I could taste the stream of cum
from before, and started following the trail down among his bush. As I was
sucking down his balls, my tongue flicked lower... and Nate convulsed so
hard her about flew off the couch.

What the Hell was that?

I tried the same thing, flicking my tongue below his balls. His whole body
shook again, and Nate let out an inhuman bark.  Holy shit. That *got*
him. I mean, like really *got* him. I had found one of my buddy's hot
spots. I pulled up his balls with my hand and swung my whole face down
below them, running my tongue heavily down his taint. Every movement of my
tongue ratcheted Nate up even higher. I kept diving down even further...

And once again, something new hit me. I was out of my mind with Nate's ball
scent, but as I moved down it got... Heavier. Darker. Earthier. Fuck. I
realized I was nearly to his asshole, catching the scent of his hairy
ass. I remember it starkly from yesterday when I fucked him... a heavy
musk, slightly sour. The scent of unfiltered, raw masculinity.

The smell of sex. Man sex.

This a whole new world for me. A raw stimulation that got me so riled up I
was... shivering. Fucking *shivering.* The reptile brain inside me
exploded, overwhelming everything else.

And so, I violently hauled Nate's hips up and to the edge of the
couch... and then I fucking buried my face in his hairy ass.

Nate bellowed louder than a freight train, shouting out, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE
YOU DOING??!!?"

I couldn't have answered if I wanted to. I had hauled off and drove my lips
against his hairy pucker, and made out with it like it was my chance at
life. My tongue dove inside him, opening up, and I sucked in hard, trying
to eat his ass whole. His ass funk filled my nose, blasting out all other
rational thought. I started swirling my mouth around in obscene circles,
amazed at the rough texture of his hair. I then started long nasty licks up
and down his crack, before locking my lips again on his hole and violently
shaking my head from side to side. Rubbing him raw with my stubble.

Nate went completely out of his mind. He had grabbed onto my head like it
was life preserver and pulled me inside his crack with everything he
had. His hips matched the motions, desperately trying to expand the feel of
me. He roared so loud I almost was afraid my wife could hear it all the way
over at our house. We had become absolute wild men, driven by primal hunger
alone.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. With an explosive gasp, I wrenched
myself off Nate's ass, and fell back on my haunches. I coughed up as much
spit as I could and smeared it wildly onto my dick... which at that moment
was hard enough to cut diamonds, and throbbing with need. Without any time
for Nate to react, I lined up my spit-slickened cockhead against his hole,
and fucking drove in down to my hairy balls.

Nate screamed loud enough to shatter the windows, a mixture of pain and
pleasure. Damn. I didn't mean to do that to my best friend... I just
couldn't help myself.  I pulled out to give him a moment, and spit a wad
directly onto his angry-looking hole. I rubbed it in and lined us up
again. I pushed gently but insistently, and my head again slipped inside
him. Nate cried out again, but not as harshly. As he got used to the
invasion, his right leg lolled and came to rest with his right foot against
my hairy pecs. The other leg, drooped around my waist. There was a
sensuality of feeling his skin against me like that, his toes running
lightly through my chest hair.

In for a penny, in for a pound. To get him to relax, and to keep going with
my evening of new experiences, I lifted his foot to my face. Gently rubbing
the soul against my chin. With my other hand, I started stoking Nate's cock
again, feeling it stiffen under my touch. Nate's cries
became... different. Gurgling. I smiled. Fuck, this was hotter than
Hell. By instinct, I reached my tongue out and licked, slurring my way all
the way to his big toe. My lips parted, and I started suckling his
toes. Nate's head rolled back. With a roar of pure pleasure, his body
unclenched, and I could feel his hole relax. My smile broadened, and with a
dirty growl I started sliding in.

I don't know who was louder, me or Nate. Oh my GOD the silky-smooth,
fire-hot PRESSURE of his ass. Tighter than any woman's cunt could ever
be. And Nate started a rhythm of squeezing down, then releasing. Fuck. His
ass was more *alive* than a woman's cunt could ever be. I bottomed out and
just held there, amazed at the sensation. Both of us could barely
breathe. I started spinning my hips in circles, stretching his hole and
feeling shifting pressure. FUCK. FUCK!

God. I pulled back, then rammed it in hard. Nate's entire body shook from
the rebound. My hands ran across his hairy chest, feeling the electric
twitching going on across his body. I pulled back again and pounded
hard. Nate barked out in clipped tones, "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"  We found a
rhythm as I slammed into him in short staccato burst. Each one landing like
a hammer. It was the best feeling of my entire life.

I heard myself growl out desperately, "Look at me! Nate! Look!"

Nate had been in another world, trying to grip onto completely unknown
sensations flooding over him. But he looked. And we locked eyes. And
suddenly everything came into focus. This wasn't about raw pleasure... it
was about raw pleasure *with Nate*. With a connection, a bond stronger than
anything I had ever experienced before. I just... *looked* at him. At his
hairy, muscled form before me, drenched in sweat. With my cock balls-deep
inside his hairy ass.  With a shared expression in our eyes that words
can't explain.

It was like the universe exploded.

I hauled off and rammed his ass faster, harder, than I could ever
imagine. And again. And again. Fucking desperate.

We only lasted a few minutes from the pressure. We were both
screaming. Nate's head flew back, his body went into convulsions and he
started spraying cum *everywhere.* His ass bit down on my cock, and I
started blasting like a an exploding fire hydrant. Cumming so hard my whole
body shook.

I collapsed down against him clumsily, him panting loudly into my ear. For
several minutes I could feel the reverberations as his ass spasmed against
my cock, milking it for all its juices. I don't know how long we rested
like that, but finally I swung my face against his, and kissed him hard.

Fuck, I was spent.

And yet, my body and mind were screaming for more.

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