Chapter 7 – Chapter 7

My Married Friend (Part Five)

The rest of the retreat was awesome. We went to the events from which our absence would be notable. We skipped the rest, spending the time in Rob's room with me sucking him and him fucking me. If Rob's wife had wanted a load when we got back in town, she'd have had to work pretty hard for it. As we lay in bed on Sunday morning, I counted 15 loads over the past 60 hours, or one every four hours. I wanted one more before we left, and I knew exactly how I wanted it.

Rob was asleep on his stomach, so I decided to wake him up by eating his ass. Like many straight men, he was not very attentive to anal hygiene or maintenance. So, I got a warm cloth, slid it between his muscular, round butt cheeks, and then slowly buried my face in his ass. He had to be awake, as he adjusted his ass and slightly spread his legs, providing me unfettered access to his opening. I plunged in, burying my face in his musky ass.

Rob thoroughly enjoyed getting his salad tossed, pushing back against me as I pushed forward. I cupped his balls as I started to force my tongue past his ring of resistance. I wanted him to utter two words, and I was not going to stop eating until he did. I coated him with my spit as a I worked my tongue in and out of him, trying to coax him to admit what he wanted. With no other options, I forced my finger into his ass and searched for his prostate. When I hit it, I got what I wanted . . . .

"Fuck me."

I was happy to oblige. I raised up, spit in my hand, coated my dick, and pressed it in where my finger had been. I was no sadist. I pushed slowly in, stopping every inch or two so Rob could adjust. When I was all the way in, I laid down flat on his back, hooked my arms under his armpits, and started slowly sliding in and out of him. Rob was quickly pushing back into me, and I knew he was rubbing his own hard dick against his stomach and the sheets as he did. I changed my angle until I felt the hard nub of his prostate against my dick, and then I held that angle and slowly worked in and out as Rob panted.

A layer of sweat appeared between his back and my smooth, hairless chest.

Rob's ass clenched as he came. I shuddered as my own orgasm followed. I filled Rob's ass.

When we were both spent, I raised up on my arms, and I leaned down and kissed between Rob's shoulder blades. Then I kissed his sides as I worked my way down his back. Then, I gently bit each of his ass cheeks until I moved in for the kill, licking from his ass the little bit of my cum that had leaked when I pulled out.

"Whoa, what are you doing?"

"Don't you worry about it," I said as I swallowed what I had stolen.

"This is getting weird."

"Rob, you're having sex with your male best friend behind your wife's back. It is not getting weird. It has been weird," I said as I pulled off and headed to the shower.

Rob joined me in the shower. We washed each other. Once the shower was over, we dried each other. We did not kiss, which I noticed.

We sat next to each other on the flight home. I tried to hold Rob's hand on the flight home. Each time, he pulled it away. The romance of the weekend was over.

Rob had driven me to the airport, so he had to drive me home. When we got to my house, Rob hopped out of the car, and grabbed my bag from the trunk.

"I can carry it," I said, as I fished my key out of my carry-on.

"I'm good," Rob responded as he headed up my steps.

I unlocked the door, and Rob carried my bag inside.

"You got anything to drink?" Rob asked as he put the bag down.

"I have everything to drink," I said, moving my bag out of the entryway.

"I'll take a jack and coke," Rob said as he moved into the living room and grabbed the remote. After making the drink, I joined him.

"What's going on?"

"Amy thinks we're on the 6 p.m. flight, so I've got a couple hours to kill."

"Kill or fill?" I asked, implicitly suggesting we cap our fuckfest off with an in-home edition.

"Just kill," Rob said as he took a sip of his drink and rested his head on the back of the couch. It was clear he was troubled by something.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I'm just trying to make sense of things."

"How so?"

"I'm attracted to women. I have never been attracted to guys. I have never wanted to fuck a guy. I have never had a gay thought. But, I just spent the weekend fucking a guy. A lot. And I liked it. A lot. And I'm trying to figure out what it all means."

"Why does it have to mean anything?"

"How can it not?"

"Here's how I see it. You love me. I love you. That love has gotten physical. That's all. If we stop fucking, I don't think you're going to find another guy. I'm the only guy you'll ever fuck. Your love for me is making you do things that are not natural for you. It is not releasing things that are natural for you. You'd prefer if your wife would fuck you. She won't. You'd prefer that I had a pussy. I don't. I have a dick. So, you're making do. That's all."

"You think it can be that easy?"

"The easy explanation is usually the right one." I hesitated, as Rob looked unconvinced. "Look, it's not like you secretly hooked up with guys, watched gay porn, or got a thrill to men's underwear ads. I know you like tits and pussy. You know you like tits and pussy. So, yes, it's that easy. Don't make it more than it is."

"I'm not sure I am comfortable with all of the kissing."

"What?"

"The kissing. I'm not comfortable with it. It makes it all more than it is."

I was devastated. Rob saw it on my face and stood to leave.

I hugged him good-bye. As I did, my dick got hard. I could not help myself. I crossed the line again. "You know, this does not have to be a road show only."

"It does."

"Why?"

"It seems less awful to me."

"Then we'll keep it a road show," I said, although I could feel his dick swelling against my stomach, and neither of would release the hug. When he finally let go of me, his dick was hard as a rock and pressing against the inside of his khakis. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself, so I grabbed it.

Rob grabbed my shoulders a bit too hard. "Not here. I just said that. Not here."

I let go of him.

"I have to go," he said, as he headed out the door. I had ruined a gentle good-bye with my avarice.

My Married Friend (Part Six)

Weeks passed. I feared I had ruined everything.

Just when I thought it was over, Rob invited me to his family's lake "cabin" for the weekend, which I noted was technically "out of town." Amy was taking the kids to visit her mother, so Rob was going to be all alone. He decided to spend his alone time with me, but without electricity or plumbing. To say the cabin – a two room shanty – was rustic was to insult "rustic." But, it had a bed.

We did not talk much in the nearly five hour drive. We had both had long weeks at work, and the hum of the engine subdued our already tired minds.

Once we had arrived and unpacked, I threw myself down on the bed. I was beat. When Rob joined me in the bedroom, he was already naked.

"You look tired," he said.

"I am tired."

"Too tired to suck my dick?"

"I'm never too tired for that. But, haven't you had enough?"

He said, "I want more than enough" as he climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest. His thick dick was already leaking precum as he guided it into my mouth and started fucking my face. I enjoyed the position, as the helplessness of having my head held still while his dick pushed in and out of my mouth was very hot to me. I liked to use my hand when I sucked him, but it was impossible in this position. So, I cupped his ass with my hands and tried to establish a tolerable rhythm. I could feel his orgasm building as his pace quickened. As he grunted, "I'm gonna cum," he pulled out of my mouth, grabbed his dick with his left hand, and covered my face with his seed, something he had never done before.

When I recovered, I asked "what was that?"

"I dunno. Spur of the moment. But, watching my cum coat your face was hot."

Like I said, there was no running water in the cabin, so I had to use bottled water and a paper towel to clean the copious amount of cum off my face and out of my hair. When I returned to the bedroom, Rob stood up, pulled my shirt over my head and lowered his face to my chest. As he sucked my nipples, he worked my belt and button and zipper, freeing my dick. He kneeled in front of me, took me in his mouth, and quickly sucked me to the edge of orgasm. Then, he stood up, said "don't come, I want you to fuck me," and laid back on the bed, his feet still on the floor.

I moved between his legs, and he raised them straight up, resting his calves on my shoulders. I spit in my hand, lubed up my dick, and slowly eased my way in. I wanted to give him a dose of his own medicine, so I fucked him methodically, bringing myself slowly to the edge of orgasm and then backing off, over and over again until I lost all sense of time.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you."

"Your dick's in my ass . . . . of course you're hurting me," he said, chuckling.

I answered by slamming into him as deeply as I could. I could feel his prostate as I did, so I started making little circular motions with my dick in him as far as I could get it. He moaned his enjoyment and started frantically jerking his once again hard dick. Watching him respond in a frenzy to what I was doing was too much for me, and I came in his ass, over and over.

Rob's balls clenched as I did, and I knew he was about to come, too. I pulled out, took his head in my mouth, and matched the rhythm of his hand until he started filling my mouth with his cum. I kept sucking as I swallowed shot after shot after shot until Rob was drained and too sensitive for even the suggestion of my tongue on his glans.

I pulled off and started giving Rob a tongue bath. I started at his feet, licking the arches and teasing the balls with my teeth. Rob was ticklish, and I knew he would be extra sensitive on the heels of his orgasm. He squirmed as I sucked his toes. He moaned as I licked his inner thigh and where his legs met his crotch. He sighed as I sucked one ball into my mouth and then the other. He chuckled as I licked his sides and buried my face in his armpits. Finally, he sucked air between his teeth as I sucked and bit and then sucked again each of his nipples.

By the time I was finished, Rob was hard again, or at least partially so. I reached behind myself, grabbed his dick, and pressed it to my ass. I wanted him to fuck me, but he had other ideas.

"I think Russell needs a break."

"Russell?"

"That's what I call my dick. . . . Russell."

"Since when?"

"Since forever. High school at least."

"How did I not know that?"

Rob laughed, flipped me off of him on my back, and quickly had his dick in my face.

"Russell, this is Chris. Chris, this is Russell. You've met before, but you were never properly introduced."

I had been trying not to laugh. But, I could not stop the laughter from coming any longer, so I burst out.

Rob did not miss a beat. He said, "Russell, he's laughing at you . . . You should not put up with that" and then started slapping my face to and fro with his dick. As he slapped me, he repeated "Don't you laugh at me . . . . Don't you laugh at me . . . ." The whole exchange was sophomoric and, thus, hilarious to me.

When I finally stopped laughing, I grabbed Russell, said "Don't you ever hit me again," and started slapping him against Rob's abdomen, insisting "apologize" as I did. Rob finally gave in, said "Fine, I'm sorry . . . . I'm sorry" and collapsed next to me on the bed.

"I think I just got dick slapped," I joked.

"Nope, you got Russell slapped," Rob said, still smiling at our stupidity.

I put my head to his chest, and asked "Are you hungry?"

"Not really. But, it doesn't matter. Because I'm not letting you out of this bed this weekend."

*****

Rob's threat was not far off. We were at the cabin for about 36 hours, and we spent about 30 of them in the bed, getting out only to eat, use the outhouse, and take sponge baths. By Sunday morning, the cabin reeked of sweat and sex. The equality of the retreat weekend was over: our sex was decidedly one-sided. I fucked Rob only once, right after we arrived. Rob sucked me fully only once, Saturday morning when we woke up, again in the 69 position so we came almost simultaneously. Other than that, I came only when Rob was fucking me and I either jerked myself or came without touching myself, or when I was sucking Rob and jerked myself.

Rob tried to avoid my dick, whether with his mouth or his hand. And, kissing seemed totally off-limits.

Still, it was an intimate weekend. We were naked for almost all 36 hours. We slept in each other's arms. After one nap, I woke up to Rob spooning me, his left arm around the front of me and his right arm above our heads holding my right hand.

And, the fucking was intense. Rob had figured out he liked watching his dick slide in and out of me, so we started using positions that made that easy. Most of the time, it meant he held my legs up with his hands and fucked me on his haunches.

But not all of the time. I preferred to fuck missionary so Rob's sweat would drip on me as he lost control and so I could see his face as he came. Rob almost always raised his eyebrows and threw his head back as he came, before he lowered his head back down, opened his eyes, and smiled at me. I loved that smile. I loved being responsible for that smile.

As we packed up to leave, I tossed Rob a pair of loose gym shorts. "Wear these back."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

As Rob drove, I reached over and started working Russell through his gym shorts.

"I think Russell's a little tired," Rob said. He should have been. I had not kept count, but the load total for the 36 hours at the cabin certainly rivaled the retreat weekend.

"Russell can sleep later," I said, as I unbuckled my seat belt, pulled the leg of the shorts open, and freed Russell. "I'm going to blow you all the way home."

Russell was still soft when I took him into my mouth, but he did not stay that way for long. I did not know when I would next have Rob in my mouth, so I was going to make this blow job both last and something special. I worked Rob's dick with my mouth without moving my head up or down. I swirled my tongue around his glans. I licked his piss slit. I swallowed all of him I could and then coaxed him with my throat. Every time I thought Rob might be ready to unload, I slowed down or changed my technique until I felt him back off.

I must have been blowing him for an hour before he said, "Dude, you gotta let me cum." When he did, I gripped the base of his dick with my right hand, took the rest of his dick in my mouth, and started jerking and sucking him in perfect rhythm. I felt the car accelerate as Rob whimpered "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" and then started filling my mouth with yet another load of spunk. I drank it all, as there would be no way for Rob to explain to Amy why his shorts were covered with cum.

After I sat up, Rob said "Russell's falling in love with you."

"Good, because I'm in love with Russell. . . . And with you."

"Please don't be."

"Too late."

"Then I think we need to stop this."

"I don't."

"I do."

"Why?"

"Because you're my Brother. And, you are going to want and need more than I can or will give you. And, it will become a thing between us. And, I can't lose you, not now. It's better we stop and stay friends than keep going and become enemies."

I cried. I wanted to take back "and with you." They were only three words, but they were three words too far, at least for Rob.

We drove in silence. Rob broke it.

"Look, this is best for us. It's best for you. And, I know it's best for me. I have enjoyed myself, but it was getting out of control, and there are a lot of people I have to worry about and who could and would get crushed by this. And, I can't delude myself into thinking 'if we don't kiss, then it's not what it is.'"

I knew in my heart he was right. I was not going to make Rob gay, and Rob was not going to leave his wife and children for me. At best, I was going to be a fuck buddy, a straight man's rare outlet when masturbation was not enough. At least until he started an affair with a woman, at which point I would be unnecessary and left out.

Rob tried to lighten the mood. "If it makes you feel any better, Russell's as sad as you are."

It did not make me feel any better. I didn't want Russell to be sad. I wanted Rob to be sad. He wasn't. In fact, he seemed relieved. I took the high road.

"Tell Russell all good things must come to an end. And, to be careful before he enters any dark, wet caves," I said, laughing.

"Russell has not explored any caves in a long time. I suspect he will not be careful if he gets the chance," Rob said, laughing back.

We returned home. Rob and I remained best friends, and we likely would not have if we had kept on the path we were on.

But, I did not see Russell again. At least until I started sleeping with Rob's son. But, that's a different story . . .