Date: Thu, 6 May 2021 15:07:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: atlantisguy@aol.com
Subject:  My New Friend Craig, Part 5 Gay--Adult Friends

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Gay--Adult Friends

My New Friend Craig, Part 5


"I'm hungry," Craig said simply. "You want anything?"

"Absolutely," I responded, laughing. "I can't tell you how many
calories we've burned off so far."

"All in good fun!  I'll be back in a flash... you want to top off our
glasses? I don't think either of us is driving tonight!"

I laughed and watched him pad into the kitchen, showing off that amazing
ass of his. God damn he was hot, and I couldn't get over how much this
sex god loved having me ram cock up there, and how well it fit. Man... hot
muscular ass, just the right amount of hair....

I chuckled again, thanked the gods for my good fortune, and refilled our
drinks. I also tended the fire, enjoying the low glowing heat.

Craig reappeared, proudly calling out, "Ta-da!" He was holding a huge
pile of cut up meats, sausages and cheese... a man-platter if I ever saw
one.

"Jesus, man, that's a spread!" I called out approvingly. And hungrily.

"Yeah, it's kind of a tradition. When I was a kid, the family would
visit my grandpa, and he'd take me and my brothers out fishing. He'd
always buy cheese curds and summer sausage at the general store... he'd
call it 'man fuel.' When we were older, he'd give us money so we'd
all buy something of our own to share. He'd always say 'Man is by
nature a provider, and a true man *never* shows up to a feast empty
handed.' We'd proudly buy up jerky, meat sticks, everything and
anything. We'd share the bounty and eat like kings. Hell, we *felt* like
kings." Craig paused, momentarily lost in the memory. "Grandpa was a
great guy."

"He sounds like it, and he brought you up right. Cheers, man."

We gorged on the food. Between the dying fire and the bountiful scotch,
the room had softened into a warm glow.  It was getting late, and we
agreed to turn in for the night.

I was... giddy as a schoolkid getting into bed with him. It was a first
for us, sleeping together, and I was grateful for the gift of time. No
reason to watch the clock, no reason to have to get up in the morning.
Time alone with my bud. As we slid in the sheets, we embraced each other,
and started making out again. Teasing. Arousing. Playing. I ran my hands
across Craig's muscular body, enjoying the light friction of his hairy
limbs, feeling the rub of his hairy chest against mine. Craig lightly
brought his hands to stroke my jaw, but then them through my hair. The
stubble of his jaw ran rough across my skin, awakening it. He absolutely
filled me, filled my senses. I could feel his rock-hard cock rubbing
against my balls, then sliding below them, nestling in my ass crack. God
damn I was horny. Horny for Craig. And more specifically, horny for
Craig's cock.

I rolled over onto my stomach, and spread my legs apart. I closed my eyes
and growled out my hunger. Craig needed no invitation. He pulled himself
between my legs and lowered his face into my crack. GOD FUCKING FUCK I
loved the way he ate me out. He was always a wild man, but this time he
was even better. He fucking *ground* his face in my ass, pushing my whole
body forward with his strength. His strong hands split me open as wide as
possible. He whipped his head around fiercely, his stubble scouring my
tender skin.  He chowed down on my pucker, forcing me to bite out a
series of expletives in approval. His tongue rolled and pitched against
me, sending shudders across my body. Even better, the pounding his
massive dick had given me earlier had loosened me up, which gave his
tongue deeper access than ever before. My groans were punctuated with
high pitched yips as I begged him to go deeper, fucking DEEPER inside me.
He kept going. And kept going. Never coming up for air. Refusing to let
up. And my body completely surrendered to him.  From my prone position I
started bucking back heavily against him, desperate for more. The
sensation of his mouth had set my entire body on fire but it was not
fucking enough. DEEPER. FUCKING MORE.

More than his mere tongue could provide.

Craig shifted position, set his hips against my hairy butt, and drove his
cock inside me up to his balls. I bellowed out my approval... FUCK I
loved the feel of his dick when he drove in deep. No matter how many
times he did it, no matter how much I was expecting it, the rocketing
feeling always caught me off guard. His cock head that ripped me open.
The never-ending shaft that railroaded through my guts. Just the fucking
*weight* of his massive dick inside me, setting off a hurricane of
feelings. As he split me open, he leaned onto me and grabbed my
shuddering body tightly, his hairy chest grinding against my back. He too
snarled as his dick filled me, and in that connection we both felt fully
alive as men.

Our bodies felt the shared friction as he began thrusting hard into me,
deeply long-dicking me as he nearly pulled all the way out of my ass,
then slammed back up his balls. I roared with each deep dive... GOD I
loved this. Each thrust built on the last, stoking the blistering fire
burning inside me higher each time. My cries finally morphed into two
words, shouted out again and again and again: "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK
ME! FUCK ME!" I had lost all control, I just wanted to get fucked for
the rest of my life.

Craig wanted more friction, and pulled up on my hips so we were no longer
lying flat. And he gave me both barrels. FUCK the raw power that man
brought to his fucking! When we started out, I could never have taken
this, but my ass now knew his cock as well as he did. It *rejoiced* in
the explosive power. The sensations dove me out of my mind, as I
desperately clawed at the pillows, the sheets, anything to hang on. All
my words were obliterated, as I bellowed myself hoarse. Wild lights
filled my vision, and my whole body began tensing up, readying itself for
release. Unrelenting, Craig pounded on, knowing we were close. I shot
first, as his dick fucking ripped me apart. My spunk blasted out like
fireworks, as if my entire life force was exploding out of my dick. I
could feel Craig responding in turn, screaming out his own release,
bathing my guts with his cum.

Holy Fuck.

I think I was barely conscious at the end, stimulated past my weary
body's endurance. But it was a blissful, extraordinary sensation of...
*deep* satisfaction. I think Craig pulled out of me and I rolled onto my
side, with Craig spooning against me. His cock nestled in my asscrack.

And we slept.

It's possible that Craig was the loudest snorer of all time. It is
entirely possible that he was an unrepentant blanket hog. I neither knew
nor cared... I was completely catatonic all night. I felt a tinge of
security as I slept, knowing that we had nothing but time.

I was the first to wake up in the morning, bleary-eyed and disoriented
for a second... until I saw the fucking God of Sex sleeping next to me,
naked, with his arm thrown lazily over his head. The sheets were wrapped
around his torso, but I suspected he was sporting some morning wood just
as I was. But his exposed hairy pit was too inviting to pass up. I slid
next to him, rested my nose among the exposed hair, and inhaled deeply.
Craig. Pure Craig. I ran my face through his hairy pit, losing myself in
his scent for a few minutes, before I started tonguing him. Lazily.
Lightly. He squirmed... and I swear he purred.

Well, let's see if I could spark a *different* kind of sound from him.

I slid down his torso, gently pulled back the sheet, and looked over his
massive, rock-hard prick. FUCK what a man! I started slow, teasing the
tip of his dick with the tip of my tongue, and starting to lick into
wider and wider circles. Soon I was circling his dick head, as Craig
moaned lightly. I took his head in my mouth and suckled him, gently mouth
fucking him with exquisite pleasure. "Aww FUCK Andy!" Craig cried.

"Rise and shine, bud!" I chirped happily, before returning to his dick,
and driving down his shaft as deep as I could. I dove down a few more
times while Craig groaned out his approval.

Fully awake now, Craig shifted his position so we were side to side,
saying "I gotta get in on this too!" A second later, we were both
sucking each other deep, as deep as we could.

It was mind-blowing blow jobs that first brought Craig and I together.
Maybe not surprisingly, it was still something we excelled at. As a guy,
Craig knew instinctively how to pleasure me. How hard to suck, how deep
to go down, how to use his tongue. *No one* could give a blow job like
Craig. I gave myself over to the feelings, trying to match him blow for
blow. His morning scent was particularly rich, his hairy bush alive with
the scent of man-sex. It washed over me when I went after his balls, and
it set my whole body tingling with hunger. I stared violently going down
*hard* on his cock, using my hands to twist and drive his shaft. He loved
it, and followed suit... soon we were *pounding* each other mercilessly
driven by mutual hunger, and greed for the other's spunk. After a few
desperate minutes I was close, and drove down on him with everything I
got. He tensed and started his rhythmic cries, and I went down as deep as
I could. He blasted out waves of cum inside me, flooding my mouth and
forcing me to swallow to keep from downing. The sensation triggered me,
and with a gurgling scream I shot my load into his gullet.

We tried to catch our breath, but I was still nuzzling Craig's hairy
balls, and he was slowly, gently cleaning my cock with his tongue.

"You," Craig said approvingly, after few blissful moments, "are a
hairy fucking sex beast."

"And *that* is why you invited me." I retorted.

"I wouldn't have it any other way. Hungry?"

"Always."

Making breakfast was a blast. Craig was mostly in charge, with me
providing moral support by shamelessly, licking his ears, tweaking one of
his nipples, or rubbing my cock against his hairy ass crack. It was a
miracle we finally got to eat.

We noted that the torrential rain had seemed to let up, so Craig
suggested we run down to the lake and go skinny dipping. It was bracingly
cold, causing us to throw barbs at each other about our balls shriveling
up. Ultimately, that triggered a round of splash-fighting, which led to
us flinging mud at each other... and then a bout of full-on wrestling. I
should say that the wrestling started out legit, as we tried make the
other pay for this or that muddy indignity. But it took only seconds for
the wrestling to devolve into "wrestling," which entailed massaging
each other's balls, fingering our asses, and grinding mud into our hairy
chests. At this point, the rain returned in a fury. At one point, Craig
stood there, water up to his knees with the rain washing mud off his
hairy body in streaks, his hard cock proudly at attention. He threw back
his head, and let out a roaring "whoop!" It was the most masculine
thing I had ever seen.

That said, the cold, driving rain got the better of us and we ultimately
scampered back up to the cabin, and a much-needed hot shower. Together,
of course. The shower itself was fairly small, which restricted the kind
of shenanigans we could get into. But it gave us enough space so we could
clean each other off and feel the blood flowing again.

By this point, it was past lunch time and we were feeling famished. We
pulled together the fixings for a pair of Dagwood sandwiches and moved
over to the fire. Once we had the blaze going, we settled in for an
impromptu picnic--attacking our food with the same gusto we had been
fucking each other.  All about keeping our appetites satisfied.

Food restored our energy, and soon we were getting frisky. I had gotten
up to clear away our dishes, and as I stood in the kitchen I felt Craig
come up from behind me. His dick was awakening, and I could feel it press
against my ass as he folded his hairy arms around me. I could feel his
mouth on the back of my neck, kissing me, inviting me. Man... the feel of
his stubble as he dragged his jaw around and started kissing me around my
ear....

Craig's hands wrapped around and began massaging my pecs, his fingers
sliding through my chest hair. He took my nipples in his fingertips just
as he raked my neck with his teeth. I growled in pleasure. His cock, rock
hard now, was still behind me, and I swirled my hips until his man meat
was nestled in my crack. He rocked gently, dry humping my hairy cleft
with only a bit of precum. His mouth ranged across my neck, ticking my
skin with the tip of his tongue.

I don't know if this all was exactly *romantic,* but he sure had my dick
hard and throbbing.

The hunger was taking control of him, and Craig decided he needed more.
He forcefully spun me around. I kissed him hard, but I knew what he
wanted; I felt the hunger too. I knelt down and locked my jaws around his
cock. This fucker was *mine.* I drove down hard, without any fancy
prelude. I needed that fuck stick in my mouth, and I was taking it. I
drove down as far as I could until I hit my gag reflex, I pulled back
slightly, and drove down again. Again I gagged, and it was pissing me
off. I *wanted* Craig's cock, the whole fucking thing. Craig was
massaging my head sympathetically, groaning in pleasure... but I didn't
want his moral support, I wanted his cock.

Fuck it.

I reared up again, starting to drive it down. I sucked him hard and
bobbed up and down a few times while I got my courage up, and then went
down. For all the money. When I could feel him hitting my throat, I tried
something different--I gulped down, and swallowed.

Somehow, that worked. I thought I was going to choke to death, and my
eyes watered from the effort, but I finally was able to take him all in.
All of him, his entire manhood. His wondering cries went into overdrive.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH MY FUCKING GUNGHHHHHHHHHARRRRRRRGH!" I bottomed
out, with my lips at his base, and my nose nestled in his man bush. I was
holding onto his butt so hard I think he was going to have bruises.

I could only hold it for a short time before I wrenched my head away,
saliva pouring out of my mouth and down the length of his cock. I gasped
for breath.

"Oh my fucking GOD, Andy! You fucking... you fucking..."

"Yeah... I know... I was there," I panted, while wiping the excess spit
from my lips with the back of my hand. "That's going... to take... *a
lot* more... practice." I looked up at him with a smug, self-satisfied
look. "But... your cock... is officially *mine.*"

I swear Craig's eyes actually sparkled as he looked at me. He reached
down and hoisted me to my feet, and then planted an enormous kiss on my
mouth, virtually *swimming* in gratitude. "And it is all yours, stud...
All. Fucking. Yours. And while you get your breath back, I'm going to
give you the blow job of the century."

And he did. He pulled me over to the couch and sat my naked ass down.
With a huge, obscene leer, he then got between my legs and showed me just
how grateful he was.

Craig had become a monster cocksucker. It was amazing, because he had
essentially learned everything about how to pleasure a man by working on
me. And so, Every. Fucking. Thing. He. Did. was specially created to send
*me* into the stratosphere. God, the friction that man could bring to my
throbbing dick, the force, the pressure. He knew just how to work the
underside of my cock, sucking hard, using his whole mouth, yet also using
his tongue with laser-like precision. He was giving me twisting torque
with his hands, but giving deep strokes up my shaft at the same time. He
kept stroking me intently with his hands while going after my hairy
balls, alternating suction and tongue-lashes. I could feel his spit
running between my legs. There was no other thought in my head but the
incredible shouting joy of my balls and cock. He must have been down
there for a half hour or more... all I could do was flail and buck against
his mouth, screaming my pleasure.

My hormones boiled over, and I had to make my move. I wrestled Craig onto
the couch, kneeling down with his head hanging over the back and his
hairy butt opened up for my pleasure. I rimmed him *hard.* Half out of my
mind with raw lust, I launched a brutal, tongue-first attack on him.
Slurping loud and deep. Getting him wet. Getting him loose. Craig gripped
the back of the couch and moaned like a bitch in heat. My tongue dived in
deep, swirling around his hole as my fingers dug deep into his muscular
cheeks. I loved, loved, loved eating his ass.

But of course I needed more. Driven on, I lubed up my dick, throbbing in
anticipation. Standing behind him, I lined myself up and dove in hard.
His muscular ass melted around my cock as I dove in, my flared head
sending shock waves through his body. Craig roared out, his back rippling
sinuously as he adjusted to my hairy cock's invasion. No quarter. No
prisoners. I fucked him *deep.*  And when I could go no further, my bush
crushed against his hairy pucker, I held on tight, running my hands
underneath him to grab his hairy pecs.

And then I pounded. Hard.

My balls slapped against his ass as I dove against him, and his rock-hard
dick slapped against his hairy torso. "FUCK ME!" he bellowed, and I
gave him everything I had. God, I loved the feel of my cock surrounded by
his muscular ass, bearing down hard on me, squeezing my cock so hard it
was almost uncomfortable. He started slamming backwards, fucking me as
hard as I was fucking him. Man to man. Testing our limits. I drilled
faster and faster, and we both started out a wailing cry as the sexual
energy ripped through us, body to body. Shared. And made stronger by the
sharing. The incredible friction lighting a fire in us both, as we
sweated, screamed, and slammed our pleasure into each other.

But there was something missing.  I drove in as hard and as deep as I
could, causing Craig to outright gasp. I leaned down so my face was at
his neck, which I kissed... and then snarled "Ok. *My* turn!"

I abruptly pulled out of him, with a slurpy "pop" that made Craig gasp
again. I slapped his ass playfully, then sat down on the couch. I pulled
my legs up by the knees, flaring my hungry ass into the air. "C'mon you
fucker, fucking *pound* me!"

Craig wasted no time, his sexual fury having been kicked into overdrive.
He hastily slapped some lube on his dick and impaled me. I yelled out
obscenities as I felt his monster cock rip through me, re-arranging my
guts from the force of his invasion. Subtlety, form, and technique flew
out the window, there was only a raging "mate or die" instinct as he
drove his spear into me again and again. Sweat poured down his face. The
expression on his face was terrifying and beautiful all at once--a stare
as violent as his fucking, but with an unbroken intensity that suggested
oceans worth of emotions. He leaned in and kissed me savagely, and then
pulled back to give himself maximum leverage. I think each thrust into my
hungry ass was driving the couch back several inches.

God, his battering ram of a cock was setting my whole body off like
fireworks. It was like an inferno was going on inside me, sexual pleasure
igniting a sexual firestorm. All I could do is thrash about wildly as I
let the feelings fill me, firing every nerve ending in my body.

Finally, it was too much for him. He couldn't have held back if he
tried, but there was no fucking way he was going to try. His thrusts got
more and more desperate, as his grunting got louder and louder... barked
off through grit teeth. Finally he threw his back and howled as his cum
flooded my ass. Staggered by the force of his explosion, he lost balance
and slid over, sprawling hap-haphazardly behind me.

But the roaring fire his cock had started in my body was still consuming
me. We were *not* done yet. I propped his ass up in front of me, kneeled
behind him and plowed him all over again. The muscles of his ass rippled
from the force of my hammer blows. I was in a fury and *would not* be
denied. I kept up the assault as long as I could until I felt my balls
starting to boil over. I increased my speed, desperate to unleash my
white-hot cum inside of him. Finally, I hit the point of no return and
with a devastating roar I shot deep inside him. Five, six blasts. Deep. I
kept fucking him, churning my spunk inside him, loving the feel of my
slick cock inside his muscled chute.

The rest of the afternoon was a bit of a blur. Spent from all our action,
we agreed to crawl back to bed for a nap. I spooned against him, loving
the feel of my semi-had cock nestled in his ass, but also just loved the
feeling of wrapping my arms around him. As it was, we ended up sleeping
away most of the afternoon. I remember half-asleep fondling going on, and
at one point resting my head against his hairy chest, but it was all a
vaguely-remembered dream.

The rain held off long enough for us to successfully grill steaks for
dinner, and to roast some potatoes to go with them. I guess it was the
stereotypical man-feast, but that was just what our bodies needed. We
bantered back and forth as we chowed down, also enjoying a range of
ball-busting and flirting... the later having a noticeable effect on our
dicks. It may have helped that we were very well-lubricated by the booze
I had packed. We knew the evening was special and made the most of it.

Finally, I got up, grabbed our plates and brought them over to the sink.
Craig came up behind me, and folded me up in a massive, hairy hug. God, I
loved the feel of his body. I held there as he gently rubbed my neck and
check with his... our stubble rubbing together. I could feel his hairy
cock against me, hungry.

I turned and we kissed, a strong kiss that we both leaned into. I loved
the taste of him. The wet feel of his tongue against mine. Thinking of
that tongue everywhere....

"You want to start a fire?" I asked lightly.

"You've already started a fire in me," he responded, twitching his
dick for emphasis. "Forget the fire. I want to spend the rest of the
night in bed with you."

I mouthed his neck, right under his ear, and whispered, "I will *never*
get tired of you saying that."

Somehow we managed to get ourselves onto the bed. We had shot so many
loads that there wasn't the same... well, violence as before. But there
was all the intensity. Playing only as two horny men could play.
Aggressive, but cooperative. Hard, but yielding. Raw, but luxurious.

We made out for a long time, enjoying the strength and push-back of
kissing a fellow guy. The hunger shared as we mashed our mouths together,
then went after each other's neck, and ears. I made my move toward his
arm pit, rolling my face in his scent, made savagely masculine from the
sweat and the sex of the afternoon. Fuck, I could breathe him forever. It
didn't hurt that as I was doing so, he sucked deep on one of his
fingers, and reached around me to slide it into my ass. Fuck, the
sensations.

He rolled me off, and went after my own pits. His tongue dragging across
my sensitive skin, wetting my pit hair with his spit. I couldn't reach
his asshole, but massaged his balls hard and lightly jacking his cock.
Precum had already started leaking out of his dick, and I slowly smeared
it around his cockhead.

The feel of his hairy crotch was sending a new wave of testosterone
cascading through my system, and I needed more. I repositioned so I had
better access, and started grinding my face through his bush. Fuck, he
smelled good. Like a fucking man. A hard-edged musk, spiced with sex and
spit. A fucking musk ox needing to rut. I swallowed his hard cock, taking
the entire head in my mouth and rolling my tongue around it. He shuddered
in response, and shifted so we were side by side. I groaned out my
excitement as he took my throbbing cock into his mouth and gave me the
same treatment I was giving him.

There was a desperation in how we sucked each other, a need to lose
ourselves in the other's cock. My mouth was everywhere, driving down
hard, creating friction to set us ablaze. He countered, using his mouth
to make sweeps up and down my shaft. Shifting to taking my balls in his
mouth one at a time. I sucked hard and fast around the underside of his
dick, knowing that drove him crazy. His reaction didn't disappoint.
After a few minutes he started mouth fucking me in earnest, chowing down
on my cock as far as he could go.

As he sucked me down, I pulled his legs apart to give me access to the
deeper parts of him. I licked my way down his taint, until I could lock
lips around his twitching hole. As always, Craig's ass provided a
symphony of sensations. The ripe musk was there in force, a man's scent
from a man's body. The hairs of his ass holding his scent for me. After
nearly hyperventilating on his funk, my tongue went to work. His
masculine taste set of depth charges in my brain. I dug deep into him
with my mouth, loving the intensity of the sensation.

Craig, too, had moved down and was giving my hairy hole the full
treatment. Violently pulling me apart and driving his tongue deep inside
me. Sucking. Biting. Tongue fucking me. His sweeping licks ran the length
of my hairy crack, and I pushed down hard against his face to really feel
his mouth.

We ate each other until our jaws ached.

The sexual hunger took over, and Craig needed a more violent release. I
rolled on my back, ready to give myself to his fire. Craig slapped some
lube on his dick, pulled my legs up his torso so that my feet were on
both sides of his face. And he drove in. Hard. Determined. Confident in
what he wanted, and what I would give him. He bucked hard against me,
making my whole body bounce in recoil. My hands flew down hard against
the bed, clawing the sheets in a vice like grip. I howled in perfect
cadence for each blow. His cockhead rubbed hard against my magic spot,
and I saw stars. He repeated the blows again and again, and I shook from
the power of his thrusts.

At that point he surprised me by slowing his assault, giving shorter,
rapid-fire thrusts, but then taking my right foot into my mouth and
suckling my toes. "FUuuuuNNGHGGNNNnnnCK!" I howled out as my body
writhed. The sensations took over my entire mind. There was no other
thought, only the roaring light of sexual energy swirling inside my body,
a sexual thrill that filled every fiber of my being. For good measure, he
started to slowly jack me... and I think I lost consciousness. I had
become SEX.

How long he lavished attention on my feet, I cannot say. But after a
while, I realized that he had lowered my legs to his side, and leaned
forward and was now dragging a sloppy wet kiss across my mouth. My scent
was everywhere on him, and I instinctively clutched my arms around his
sweaty body and pulled him tight against me, his cock still reaming out
my hairy ass. Filling me. Massaging my innards as his sweaty, hairy chest
rubbed across my skin. My own rock-hard cock rubbed hard against his
hairy body, deliciously massaged between us as we collided.

There was only him. I wanted him. I wanted his sweat. I wanted his groans
to vibrate in my mouth as we kissed.

He clearly felt the same way. We needed the feel of each other. His
strong fingers held my head, the fingertips latched onto my sweaty scalp.
The pounding of his cock into my ass was causing us to both shudder and
bolt. We leaned into the motion... riding our passion, together.

The sexual light roaring through me continued to swell, getting hotter,
more ferocious the longer he plowed me. Just as I thought I couldn't
take any more, I felt a new intensity in my balls. I was close again, and
I threw myself into the building sensations. I broke from his kiss and
shook my head violently, with my voice rising into a cry to shatter the
windows. My body exploded in sexual light, and my cum started shooting
out everywhere.

Craig gripped me hard, and made his last few thrusts... harder and more
urgent than ever before. Then he, too, threw back his head and let loose
inside me, breeding my ass with his endless volleys of spunk. He
collapsed on top of me, still thrusting, and my convulsing ass milked his
dick for all it was worth.

We were both sweaty, spent messes, dripping with cum. We clumsily started
making out. I half wondered if our women folk would be more disgusted by
the fact that their men had had sex with another man... or that we were in
such a messy state, with our nasty, reeking selves covered in an array of
unmentionable bodily fluids. I chuckled but purged the thought
immediately--there was no way I was taking anything away from this
masculine paradise by bringing our women into the picture. I breathed in
deeply and gave myself over to the Sex God on top of me.

It was an eventful night, with us fucking twice more before crashing hard
into much-needed sleep.

In the morning we staggered into the kitchen for a massive breakfast,
then started readying for our return back to the real world. We showered,
and threw the bedding into the cabin's washing machine. We dressed for
the first time that weekend, and gathered all our belongings by the door
in preparation for our eventual departure. At my suggestion, we rummaged
through everything before re-packing it, just so it looked like
everything had been used.

Fortunately, the rain had finally lifted, and we decided to walk down and
take a look at our surroundings in the daylight.  It was a magnificent
sight, with the whole lake laid out in front of us, and the lush green
woods all around. It smelled of rain and pine--a perfect counterpoint to
a weekend of deep masculine scents. Craig and I stood in companionable
silence, just taking everything in.

"It's gorgeous," Craig finally said simply.  "Makes you think."

Indeed. The quiet, and the contemplation of our long ride home, had
brought several thoughts boiling up. "What are you thinking about?" I
asked wistfully, my own thoughts swirling around.

Craig turned to me and... looked. Intently, but gently. "Lots of stuff."
There was a very long pause, filled only with the sounds of the forest.
"You have fun this weekend?"

"Jesus," I replied. "Man, I think that goes without saying. Probably
the best fucking weekend of my life."

Craig smiled, and turned his attention back to the water. He nodded while
saying, "I know what you mean. Best weekend, but more specifically the
best *sex* of my life." He paused again, and I could see there was
something on his mind. "I just hope...." Long pause. "I just hope...
I'm not being... selfish."

"Selfish?" I was genuine confused.

"Yeah," he said. After a moment, he sighed, and turned back to me.
"Andy, not going to lie. This really was the best sex of my life. And it
was made that way because of *you.* We just have... amazing chemistry
together." I smiled, and let him continue. "I like you. I'd walk
across broken glass for you. But I also know that... this," he waved his
hand between us, "is probably as much as I can ever give you. I mean,
I... I still love my wife, and love my kids. I can't see myself leaving
them. But I still want to be with you. Like, really bad. I just... hope
I'm not being unfair to you." He looked back at the water.

"I think I get what you're saying," I responded gently. "To clear the
air, I'm not looking for anything more from you, or any changes in my
own life. Certainly no announcements. So I totally hear you." Craig
looked up at me. We smiled, and he looked down. I went on. "I've
thought about this a lot over the past few weeks. You've made me grow.
Mind-blowing *sex* with you has made me grow. I'm more alive... and it's
hilarious, but fucking around with a guy has made me feel like more of a
*man.*" Craig laughed out loud, and nodded. "I don't want to give that
up. The thing is, I don't know I could ever cheat on my girl with
another woman... but *you* provide something she could never give me. No
woman would be *capable* of giving me. It's not just great sex, its
fucking *masculine* sex. And it's worked like a pressure release, like a
steam valve. The funny thing is that releasing all that energy with you
has made me a better partner. More in tune with her."

Craig laughed in agreement. "I know, right? That's so fucking weird. I
thought that was just me."

"No, me too. Completely. But here's the thing. I haven't found myself
drooling over other guys. I mean, I might have curiosity, but it's all
about... you. You have stirred something in me like no one ever. You
fucking rock my world. I want us to keep going."

"You do the same for me, bud." He had an intensity in his eyes. "So...
you're totally ok with how things are going? You're cool with us
being... um..."

"Fuckbuds?" I offered cheerfully.

"Fuckbuds!" he guffawed. He crossed the distance between us and gave me
a massive hug, bristling with real emotion.  And God damn it, his scent
made me weak in the knees.

"It feels like we should inaugurate our new status officially,
shouldn't we...?"

Craig's scent stayed with me as I drove home, lodged in my memory. I
smiled a huge, loopy grin. Part of me could have stayed another week with
Craig, us fucking each other's brains out. But at the same time, I was
looking forward to seeing my girl. As I told Craig when we finally left,
I felt like I was the luckiest guy in the world--having an awesome life,
but unexpectedly finding the perfect, like-minded friend to explore a
whole new world of possibilities. A world I never knew was out there, and
had never thought to explore.

It felt like a new chapter in my life was just getting ready to be
written, and I was more than ready to see where it took me.



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