Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2020 17:52:25 -0800
From: Jim Foster
Subject: Whatever It Takes

Whatever it takes
by Jim Foster

My friend Cade had been feeling down lately. I could understand why. Winter
is approaching. The pandemic drags on. He lives and works alone in a big
city where he has no close friends. The isolation and stress have gradually
worn him down.

In retrospect, I should've recognized this sooner and helped him. By car, I
could've be at his place in about four hours. But for much of the pandemic,
my husband and I kept a pretty strict self-isolation regimen because I had
an elderly relative facing major surgery -- and we needed to keep ourselves
healthy so we could help out.

The surgery happened a month ago, and we returned home safe, sound and
healthy. But even then I kept up the routine of self-isolation out of
habit.

About two weeks after we got home, I noticed that Cade's text messages were
shorter and less frequent. Our phone calls grew shorter. An exhibitionist,
Cade always enjoyed sharing nude pics and videos of himself with me, but
even those dried up. I started reaching out more -- something I later
learned no one had done for him -- and he opened up, sharing things we
didn't normally discuss: his struggles with depression, growing up in a
fundamentalist family, being cut off by homophobic relatives, issues with
dating and ex-boyfriends... We had been steady friends before the pandemic,
but now I was learning all sorts of reasons why it had been so difficult
for him to be alone. He also said he was struggling with frequent headaches
and insomnia, all linked to stress.

Finally, one day, I realized I couldn't keep doing this from afar.

"What if I came there?" I asked.

And so, I found myself behind the wheel of my husband's used car, taking
the four-hour drive from my home to his.

I was nervous -- not because I was afraid of how to help Cade. I knew he
needed companionship, intimacy... someone to laugh with and cry with and
touch. We had discussed this before I set out, so I knew in a way what I
was signing up for. I just wasn't sure if I was what he needed. I'm
married. Unlike him, I'm not in shape. And I couldn't even stay longer than
a couple of days. But, he said I'm exactly what he needed. We'd both gotten
COVID-19 tests the day before; both were negative, so there I was driving
down the highway.

When I got to his place, Cade answered the door with a smirk. We embraced
as I stood in the doorway, then I leaned up -- Cade's a good two inches
taller -- and we kissed on the lips. I stroked his cheek with one hand and
wrapped my arm around his waist. I wanted him to feel this.

Breaking our kiss, Cade smiled.

"Thanks for coming," he said.

"Of course," I replied.

I came in and got settled. Cade had a small one-bedroom apartment. I threw
my stuff in a corner and took off my jacket and shoes. Cade was in jeans
and a sweater, with bare feet. He held out a mug of coffee for me -- with
milk already added, bless him. He fetched his own mug and we sat at the
table sipping coffee in silence for a few minutes, staring at each other
absentmindedly.

Finally, I cleared my throat.

"How's today?" I asked.

"Hard," he said, running his fingers through his red hair. Cade had a
gorgeous, pale ginger complexion -- faint red hair, a scruffy beard almost
peach in color, and just a few freckles. I knew from his many pics and
videos that he had very little body hair, but nice red pubes and armpit
hair. Since he exercised so much, in part to help lift his mood, Cade had a
gorgeous body. I always felt like the pics I always sent back to him were
subpar. Though I'm 40 to his 44, I have a slight belly that shows no sign
of going anywhere. But Cade loves my thick bush and big cock.

I couldn't help but think of that even as he was telling me how today was
difficult, with a headache that's been lingering for days. Of course, one
reason my thoughts turned to his body was the fact that Cade himself was
rubbing his chest and stomach with one hand.

"Did you take anything for the headache?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it hasn't helped," he said.

"I wish there was something I could do..." I offered, my heart skipping a
beat.

There's that smirk again.

"Actually," he said. "I think there is."

Cade moved his hand down to his crotch and rubbed the generous bulge there.

"If you're willing..." he said a little sheepishly.

I grinned and set my mug down, feeling playful.

"You're a friend in need," I said. "How could I say no?... Consider it a
humanitarian mission..."

Though smiling I was nervous. I'd fantasized about us together dozens of
times, but Cade and I had never fooled around before.

Standing, Cade took me by the hand and pulled me up. With one hand, he
stroked my beard.

"Well, if this is really a humanitarian mission, then let me show you what
kind of special attention I need," he grinned.

Our lips met and we made out, our beards rubbing against one another. We
moaned. His mouth tasted like mornings -- fresh coffee over the latent musk
of morning breath.

I heard Cade unfasten his belt and unzip his jeans. Breaking our kiss, he
lowered his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. Then with one swift
move he took off his sweater. He wore nothing now except a white jockstrap.

Cade took me by the hand.

"Come with me," he said, swinging his perfect ass -- with its light dusting
of red hair -- side to side.

In the bedroom, Cade laid down on his back and lifted his legs high,
parting his cheeks with his hands and showing me one of my favorite parts
of his body -- his large, pink hole with perfect lips.

"I think all parts of me down here need attention -- my hole, my taint, my
balls and my cock," said Cade. "I would love it if a real humanitarian
could do me that... uh... favor. It would really help my head."

I grinned and after a few seconds we both laughed. Pretending was suddenly
fun. We weren't taking ourselves too seriously.

Wordlessly, I undressed as he watched. The last thing I pulled off, my
t-shirt, messed up my COVID hair. It hadn't been trimmed in months. With
one hand I started straightening it out, but suddenly I paused -- Why
bother? Instead, I tousled my mop further. Cade grinned, holding his cheeks
open.

I got down on my knees and leaned into his ass, inhaling. He'd showered
recently, but I could still make out his natural scent. The lips around his
hole puckered. He was flexing his ass for me.

I stuck out my tongue and licked his hole from the underside up. He gasped
and his whole body suddenly convulsed. I realized I was the first guy since
March, if not earlier, to touch him like this. I used my hands to hold his
cheeks open, which let him release his own hands. I licked again -- slowly
and deliberately -- around the edge.

Trembling, he exhaled, and then drew in a long breath.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his ass lips, kissing his hole
gently once -- then twice. On the third time I applied more pressure and
licked around the rim.

I pulled back and gently blew on his hole and taint. Above me Cade let out
a muffled moan and with one hand he stroked my hair.

Inhaling deeply, I opened my mouth and dove in. Aggressively sucking and
licking, I made out with his hole as my beard rubbed up against his ass
cheeks. Above the sounds of my slurping and licking, I could hear Cade
gasping and calling out my name.

"Oh Jake... oh fuck, Jake..."

Only my husband called me Jake, something that Cade knew well. Everyone
else called me Jacob. But hearing Cade call me Jake made me rock hard. I
parted his lips and stuck my tongue inside his hole, licking and sucking
with abandon. I grunted as he yelled.

Suddenly I felt both hands on my head.

"I need a minute," he half-gasped, breathing deeply. "Come up here."

I crawled on the bed over him and we kissed deeply, tenderly. He fondled my
cock and motioned for me to lay down on my side. It was only then that I
realized how flushed I was, and was even starting to sweat.

"Let's give those lips a rest," said Cade. I wasn't sure if he was
referring to mine or his, but he moved down and licked my nipples, running
his hands on my chest and belly. I closed my eyes and felt his mouth and
tongue move down my torso. Soon, I welcomed the unmistakable sensation of
his mouth over the head of my cock. I let out a small moan.

My pleasure increased as his lips traveled down my shaft, taking more of me
into his mouth. I opened my eyes and looked down. He had taken my entire
cock inside of him, with his nose buried in my pubes. He looked up at me
and let out a soft moan. The vibrations from his throat teased my head and
I quaked with pleasure. He slowly pulled up on my cock, and then went back
down. Up, and down. Up, and down. Not slow, but not fast either. At a
steady pace he employed his mouth and throat to pleasure me -- and, I
noticed himself: Cade's hard cock had worked its way out of his jockstrap,
with precum leaking down the shaft.

After several minutes, I motioned him back up to me. We made out, pressing
our bodies together. I rolled on my back and, wordlessly, motioned Cade up
on his knees and over my face. For a moment he hovered over me, and I could
see him breathing deep. Cade's bed had a metal headboard, and he reached
out with one arm to grab it and steady himself.

"Hey," I said softly. "You okay?"

"Oh yes," he said. "It's just been... so long... and it all feels so
great."

I reached up and rubbed his thighs, ass and torso with my arms.

"It's okay, Cade," I said, soothingly. "It's okay. Be with me in this
moment as best you can."

I saw his head move to look down at me. With his free hand, he reached down
and rubbed his fingers through my tangle of hair.

"God, Jake," he half sighed. "I'm so glad you're here."

Widening his crouch, Cade lowered his ass toward my face. I reached up and
used my hands to position his ass right where I wanted it. He leaned
forward against the headboard, opening his hole a little and giving me
better access. Liberally, I licked and kissed his taint, hole and ass
cheeks. He moaned and grunted -- struggling to stay in place as his body
writhed with pleasure. I twisted my body to stay with him.

I thought of all the times he told me he loves jacking himself while he
sits on a guy's face. His cock was still hard and flopping outside of the
jock. I freed his balls and rubbed them and the shaft. Then I reached up
and guided his free hand down to his cock. I felt Cade start to jerk
himself, first steadily, then at at a furious pace. I made out with his
hole and stuck my tongue in. His thighs were pressed against my ears, but I
could hear him crying out my name. Sweat -- salty sweet -- trickled down
his crack and taint and onto my face.

Suddenly, my face was free and I sucked fresh air into my lungs. Cade had
raised himself up and pulled one leg over his body, so that he was on his
knees to my right. I looked up at him. His face was flushed and crimson. He
was grinning widely but also struggling through some deep breaths. Sweat
dripped from his face onto mine.

"God damn, Jake," he said. "I need you in me."

We didn't need to say anything else. From a drawer on his bedside table he
took out lube. I stayed on my back and he laid down next to me on his side,
slipping one arm under my neck and shoulders in a half embrace. I wrapped
my arm around his back and drew him close. Cade's armpit smelled strongly
of sweat and musk, keeping my cock at attention. As we kissed, I closed my
eyes and felt lube drip onto my hard cock. Looking down, I saw him lube his
cock as well and set the bottle down.

With his free hand Cade wrapped his fingers delicately around my shaft and
began to pump my cock -- slowly, deliberately. I reached around to his cock
and began stroking it too. Cade knew how much mutual masturbation means to
me. Back home I'm a member of a jack-off club. Sharing this with him, I
began to get excited -- too excited.

"Careful," I said, waving his hand off my cock. "Not yet."

I kept pumping his cock. Cade's stamina is better than mine.

"Do you know how long I've wanted this?" I asked. "It means a lot to me --
to know you like this."

Cade took my hand off his cock and pulled me onto my side in an embrace.

"Me too, Jake," he said. "Me too."

We held each other like this for a few moments. I could feel our hearts
beating against each other, and our slippery cocks lined together.

"Are you ready for me?" he whispered. "I want you inside of me."

I hesitated.

"Cade... I'm worried that I won't last long," I finally offered.

He broke our embrace and put his nose up to mine.

"It's okay, Jake," he said, gently kissing me. "You're going to be here for
awhile, and we'll be doing this a lot over the next few days."

He grinned.

"Also, when a guy can't help but cum in my ass, I take it as a compliment,"
he added.

I laughed and tried to think of something clever to say, but my mind drew a
blank. Cade kissed me deeply and simultaneously rolled me onto my
back. Long, hard and greased, my cock stood at attention from its base of
thick, black pubic hair.

Up on his knees, Cade slipped his cock back into his jockstrap and moved to
straddle me, but then paused and with a grin slipped the jock off
completely -- tossing it over his shoulder.

"Nothing between us," he said.

Facing me, straddling my midsection, Cade reached behind him and grabbed
the base of my cock. He lowered himself. I felt the tip come up against his
hole, and for a moment we froze in place. But with an exhale I felt Cade
relax and the puckered lips of his ass parted to draw my cock in. Within
seconds, my cock was completely inside of him, and I realized I was holding
my own breath. I exhaled and took his free hand in mine -- intertwining our
fingers together.

Cade gazed at me as we got accustomed to one another.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," I sighed, when I was ready.

Slowly, Cade began to raise and lower his body -- letting my cock about
halfway out of his ass before bringing himself down. The sensations were
intense and pleasurable, but also surprisingly manageable, which I
appreciated because I could focus on Cade's reaction. His face became
quickly flushed and he started to sweat. His eyes rolled shut and he began
moaning in a sort of half-whimper.

"Fuck, Jake," he gasped. "You feel so good in me... you feel so good in
me..."

His cock bounced before us, still hard. I thought about using my free hand
to stroke him. But slowly the pleasure in my cock began to build and --
quite without thinking -- my hand instead went down to my cock and Cade's
ass. I placed my hand on the underside of his ass, and with my fingers I
felt his expanded ass lips around my cock.

Cade moaned even louder and started pumping his cock. We stopped holding
hands and he leaned forward, propping himself up with his now-freed arm. I
rubbed his sweaty chest and smeared it on my face. Our bodies moved in
rhythm.

He stared down into my face, half focusing on me and half lost in
pleasure. I had plateaued but he was building quickly. He kept up a good
pace for about a minute -- pumping his cock, riding me and moaning --
before I felt his whole body tense up, including his ass around my thick
shaft.

"Jake!" he yelled.

I felt a warm, wet sensation on my chest and stomach, followed seconds
later by that unmistakable scent. Cade was shooting a generous load all
over my torso. I glanced down and saw thick ropes reaching up to my
shoulders. His cum was already running down my sides and onto the
sheets. Neither of us cared.

Feeling, smelling and seeing his load made me feel so good -- so
complete. Cade was still riding my cock and suddenly my own pleasure
skyrocketed. I couldn't say anything -- my mind was too focused on the
moment. All I could do is look into his eyes and moan. I felt my cock pump
cum deep into Cade's ass. He smiled when he realized what was happening,
and kept up a steady rhythm.

"Yeah," he said, in a half-sighed whisper. "Yeah..."

Cade's ass felt warm and slick. He kept me inside of him and leaned
down. Our sweaty, messy, smelly bodies came together and we made out. He
moaned into my mouth as my cock slipped out. I put my arms around him and
drew our torsos together, squishing his load between our bodies.

We savored the afterglow together. Cade raised my arms and licked my
pits. I wanted access to his pits in return and grabbed his ass, motioning
Cade to scoot his body up slightly. As I sniffed and licked his sweaty
pits, he moaned and began to rock his pelvis up against my stomach.

I paused my pit worship.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "You're just making me relax. It's coming out."

"What is?"

"Your load," he said.

I grinned.

"Good," I said, and resumed licking. Cade moaned softly but sharply, and I
felt a warm spurt of cum on my crotch. Two or three more came out while I
licked his nipples.

He laid next to me and rested his head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers
through his hair and for awhile we said nothing.

"Thank you," I offered.

"For what?" he asked. "I'm the one who needed this."

"Not just you," I said. "I needed it too."

I paused.

"I wanted it too," I added.

He squeezed me tight. I returned the gesture and for a few more minutes we
were silent. My torso felt sticky and cold from the cum. I shivered and
Cade pulled a blanket over us. For a few minutes we dozed until the urge to
pee forced me to get up. I tiptoed into the bathroom, thinking Cade was
still in bed. But he had gotten up with me and I felt his arm around my
waist as I walked in.

"Thank you, Jake," he said, kissing the back of my neck. "Gonna shower?"

"I probably should, but first I have to pee," I said.

"Me too," said Cade, positioning himself between me and the toilet, and
turning to face me.

"It worked, you know," he said. "My headache is gone!"

I grinned and chuckled.

"Well, let me know if there's anything else I can do to 'help' in that
department while I'm here for the next few days," I said, pointing my thumb
at myself like an idiot. "I'm always happy to do whatever it takes."

"Good," he said, sitting on the toilet. "Then piss on me."

For once, Cade caught me by surprise.

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he said. "And after that, we'll shower and spend the next few
days wearing nothing at all."

Cade grinned as he said "nothing at all" and I felt my cock stir
again. Normally, I need a few hours before I'm ready for another round. But
something about Cade and our friendship was turning me into a 20-year-old
again.

Without warning, I let loose a stream of piss. I aimed high at first,
hitting him in the face before moving down to his chest and stomach. When
he got his bearings, Cade aimed his cock up and began to piss on himself
too. The room smelled like piss, cum and sweat. I had a feeling his whole
place would pretty soon.

After we both emptied our bladders onto his gorgeous body, I held out my
hands and Cade took them. Pulling him up into an embrace, we held each
other tight for a few seconds.

"Whatever it takes," I said again, and tugged him toward the shower.


THE END