He met me at the door, slapping his hand over my shoulder, "Buddy, come on in; the game's about to start. I'm glad you could make it...been looking forward to our game night."
"What're you drinking, there?"
I held up a 6-pack, I had in my hand. "I know you'll like this."
"Excellent!"
"Timing's spot-on...the pizza just came...lets go open a couple beers and grab some."
The game was just starting and we flopped in front of the TV.
The game went into overtime...we had a great Boy's Night; it gave us some time to knock back a few beers and talk. We even decided on a road-trip to check out a game in Chicago...there were still a few tickets...so we bought them during a commercial. "So...we got 3...It'd be cool, if Tara wants to go but, if not, we'd do a guy's weekend."
"Oh, I'm sure she won't want to miss out...but a guy's weekend works, too...cool. That area by the arena is lined with bars and restaurants. Tina and I saw the Stones there...it was wild."
We went into the kitchen with empties and I started the dishes. "Rob, thanks for helping clean...I try to keep things caught up so Tara doesn't come back to a trashed house."
"Dude, I know what you mean; I try to be a thoughtful husband and do the same, when she's out of town. Sometimes, it all happens right before I pick her up at the airport...but I do get it done."
He laughs, "Same fucking thing here."
He cranked some music and took out the recycling, while I finished the dishes. I heard him come back in and take a picture with his phone. "Just taking a picture of you doing dishes...gonna text the wife, to show that we're not just fuckin' around."
"We should send her some of this," and I dropped my shorts to moon him. Bryan laughed hysterically and took the picture.
"Wait, even better...send her this!" I turned and stroked for him till it pointed outward a little. He took a few pictures and laughed.
"Even better...what about this?" I was already hard (it really doesn't take much) and I hung a dish towel over it, like a towel bar.
We should text, "Really HARD at work...wish you were here...no, no...wish you were here to help with this."
"Fucking, brilliant...that's perfect...she'll love that!"
I pulled my shorts back up and went back to the dishes. I felt him come up behind me and rub his hand over my ass...his arms wrapped over my chest and he pressed his body against mine. His hands roamed from my chest, down over my abs...and eventually my dick, "You know...I think we really need to finish this shit and have some fun."
"Yes we do!" as I turned and he continued kneading the muscle in my chest and shoulders. Lifting my shirt off, he sucked at my nipples and trailed kisses over my abs, "Fuck...you got one hot fucking body!"
I smiled...closed my eyes and felt his hands tug at my shorts.
"Fuck, man! Let me help you with those shorts." He grabbed me and played with it, pushing it against my belly and watching it spring back into place. Stroking, caressing and groping, he licked and flicked his tongue all over the tip. My balls hung low and he cupped them with the palm of his hand, "Even your fucking balls are somethin' to admire, dude...they're smooth and heavy...they look full."
"It's been a couple days...they need draining...can you do that...drain me?"
"I'm always game, dude!" He held them between his lips, sucking up salty man-sweat, before raising up to say, "That...that's fucking dessert!"
He squeezed my dick a little and rubbed his hand up over the length, grasping tight to where he could feel the warmth...the life, pulsing through. He dropped to his knees, "Been thinking about this all day...I want ya to blow over my face, dude."
"Mmmmm...you need a little Robbie juice?"
"Fuck yea!"
I replied, "It's yours, buddy," as he took it in his mouth, repeatedly plunging and pumping deep...he was hungry for cock. He jumped up and grabbed the lube...it was sitting next to the pizza box (of course...you always keep lube in the kitchen). I guess he grabbed it when I was focused on the dishes. We stripped his clothes off and he rubbed lube over my dick. He started slowly, sensuously stroking his hand up and down. I was rock-hard and dripping with lube; it was bright with a wet sheen...his focus was fixed on every detail, every ripple, as he worked his hand over its length. It always feels amazing to have him so devoted, and attentive; he was 100% focused on my pleasure...nothing else.
"Cum for me, dude...cum for me...want that load...wanna feel it all over...me! Shoot it on meeeee!"