Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

Chapter Three

I woke up thirsty as shit at just past 5. I was still pressed against Rob, with his arm draped over me. I slid out from under it, and went to the bathroom for water. When I returned, Rob was on his back, and his soft dick lay on his thigh. There is very little I like more than feeling a guy harden in my mouth. So, I moved between Rob's legs and took his soft dick into my mouth. I started to lick around the head. Rob stirred and moved his legs apart to yield space. As I worked his dick with my tongue, I could feel him starting to harden.

"What time is it?"

I pulled my mouth off his dick. "Time for you to fuck me. Hand me the lube."

"I'm not sure about this."

"I am. Now, hand me the lube."

He did. I filled my hand, then smeared Rob's knob and my ass. I straddled him.

"Hold your dick straight up." He did as instructed, and I lowered myself until his head was pressing against my entrance. Experienced at this, I offered little resistance as he entered me. I slid slowly down to the base of his dick and just sat there. I was teasing him, and I knew it.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on his chest for leverage and to get a better angle. I was about to ride his dick hard.

My movements gave him an opening, and he took it. He pulled back, and then slammed up into me. When he pulled back again, I met him as he slammed up into me. Quickly, we were in a rhythm, and he was fucking me as deeply as he could. When I thought he was close, I clamped down and stopped moving.

"I'm so close."

"I know. That's why I stopped. I want this to last a little while longer. Just lay still. Let me do the work for a bit."

I felt his orgasm ebb. I had edged him. When I thought it was safe, I started riding his dick again, searching for my prostate. When I found it, it was my turn to shudder.

I rode him very slowly. I felt every inch of him as he slid in and out. I started to ride him faster. Each time his dick rubbed my prostate, a little jolt shot through me.

I felt his hands on my ass as he started fucking me again. We got back into rhythm. I started to drip sweat from my chest and forehead. I felt Rob's orgasm build and he started to pant.

"That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can."

He slammed into me. I started to moan as I could feel my own orgasm approaching.

"Come inside me."

His dick throbbed as I felt him come as directed. We had not gotten a condom, so he unloaded in my ass. Repeatedly. He clenched his stomach muscles and raised his head as he did. I kept sliding on him, my ass now thick with his cum. To my surprise, he grabbed my dick in his right hand and started jerking it. I came in no time, sending my first shot onto the headboard, my second onto his face, and my third, fourth, and fifth onto his chest and stomach. I collapsed onto him, smearing my cum between our chests and stomachs. I raised up and looked him in the eyes. He smiled, and I lowered my face to his. Instead of kissing him, I licked my cum off his cheek and ate it. He laughed as I did. He had not expected that.

As I climbed off of him, he slipped out of me. I went to the bathroom, let as much of him run out of me as I could, and cleaned myself off. I then returned to the bedroom with a warm washcloth. I cleaned his stomach and chest and then his dick.

"We should try to get some more sleep."

I agreed. When we woke up, I dressed and returned to my room. We drove back to Kansas City the next day, not once mentioning what had happened Friday night and Saturday morning.

My Married Friend (Part Two)

When I awoke the next morning, I had no idea what to expect. Last night could have signaled a new chapter, been an aberrant interregnum, or been the rueful end to an old story. I was not sure which, but I knew I had little control over the ultimate direction Rob and I would take.

Rob was still asleep, his back to me. I moved to my back, put my arms behind my head, and listened to him sleep. He was breathing deeply, and snoring lightly. After a bit, he stirred, rolling over on his back. I could tell from the tented sheet that he was sporting morning wood. I wanted to grab it, hold it, suck it, drain it, but I feared rejection if I tried. I am not very good at rejection.

Apparently, Rob was looking at me looking at him. "I do not think I am up for any more."

I looked at him and smiled. "Your dick disagrees."

"I am not gay."

"I am."

"I know. But, I'm not."

With that, he got out of bed. "I am going to shower and get ready to head home. I will meet you in the lobby in 30 minutes."

I had been dismissed. After Rob pulled the bathroom door shut behind him, I dressed, and headed back to my room to shower. Our direction seemed undetermined, but the "new chapter" seemed to have been eliminated as a possibility.

We were well into the drive home before I broke the silence.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be. I am feeling a little immoral right now. I cheated on my wife, which is bad. And, I cheated with a man, which is worse."

"Some might argue that a man is not cheating at all, especially when the man is your best friend. . . . Anyway, I'm not good with guilt, as I think it's wasted emotion. So, there is not a lot I can offer you. I do what I do, chalk it up to experience, and move forward."

"You're not Catholic."

"I am. But, I avoided the guilt trips. Or was immune to them. I live life. When I fuck up, I apologize and try to move forward. . . . For the record, I do not think you fucked up. You fucked, but not up." My "you fucked" joke fell flat. The uncomfortable silence returned. Rob broke it again.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For last night."

"Don't be. I did not do anything I did not want to do. In fact, I mostly did things I have been dreaming of doing. I had a great night, and I went into it with my eyes wide open. I knew the lay of the land heading in, and I would not do anything different in retrospect."

After about a half hour, Rob broke the uncomfortable silence, yet again.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For last night. For being my friend. And for not pressuring me."

"You are welcome for last night. I will always be your friend. And, I will never pressure you. But, I will always be there for you, if you know what I mean." I laughed, fearing my joke would again fall flat.

"I figured."

"Awfully full of yourself, aren't you."

"Yep. And, last night, you were awfully full of me."

I was surprised by the joke. I looked at him, and he was smiling at me. We both laughed.

We drove on in silence, but – finally – it was a comfortable silence. When we got to my house, Rob turned the ignition off and got out, which was odd. He met me at the trunk, which held my bag. He opened his arms, and I stepped into a warm embrace.

"I love you, Brother."

"I love you, too, Rob."

We parted. I went in. He went home. Monday at the office, things were pretty much as they had been before. I assumed we would never fool around again. I was wrong.