Road Trip

So Paul and I had done almost everything together. We had grown up together in the same small town. We went to high school and got in trouble together. We had exchanged girlfriends. Even talked behind their backs about what drove us to dump them. We had gone on road trips in attempts to get away from that small town. But there was that one thing in the back of our minds, I think, that we never explored.

Then in a blink of an eye life happened and we lost track of each other. I think I went to a community college in one direction and he went to another, I don't know, we ended up miles apart though, and life just happened.

To fast forward, I happened upon his social media page one night. We began chatting and catching up on old times over the next couple weeks. He told me that over the past couple of years he had been married twice. I told him that I had my one and only, but she was getting on my nerves. Just the typical stuff you meander down the list of when catching up with old friends. At that point, I told him, "You know what Paul? We need a good ol' road trip."

"Yeah! That would be awesome... Where are we going?" Paul enquired with a joking tone. We then decided on a place and a few menial things to do, but I think we both just wanted to have an excuse to escape the daily humdrum. We even agreed that we had to make the whole thing sound so boring that our wives wouldn't want to go.

I started the routine and shouted across Paul's yard, "Hey, Paul! You always go out in public looking like that?"

He shouted back with a welcoming smile, "Yeah Jim, every day. You got here awfully quick; pedal to the metal like the high school days."

"You know it, my friend. Are you ready to do this? Can I do anything for you?"

Paul was still smiling ear to ear, "I have everything right here by the door."

We quickly had all of Paul's things in the SUV. The music was blaring. The windows were all down. It was as if the time between then and now never happened.

With a goofy twang, Paul asked, "Y'all figured out where we're goin' Jim?"

I replied with the same twang, "There's a fishin' hole I once heard of that was stocked with prize bass. Then soon after, the farmer that owned that land... he up and left... nary came back. Ain't been a single lure cast in them there waters for eighteen and a half years. I figured it was high time we fix that."

Paul laughed with a snort, "Yer a dork."

To which I replied, "Nah, yer the dork and I'm the iget."

We inevitably turned to talk of the wives, and how over the years the flame wasn't as hot as it was. I told him, "My wife seemed to just get it over with. You know. Like she knew I wasn't going to shut up until she let me fuck'er." Paul sat up in his seat. He was obviously trying to adjust a miss directed erection.

With a crack in his voice, "You know what though Jim. My ol' lady still has this way of, you know, going down on me..."

I stopped him mid-sentence, "THAT'S a little too much info there Bud." We both went silent and fidgety for a while. For the next fifteen, twenty minutes I had this image of Paul leaned back on his bed and his cock hard and ready. Two of his fingers at the base of his dick and eagerly aiming it at her.

We had been driving forever, trading off with the driving. Paul suddenly turned down the music, "Hey Jim, I think we need to pull over here at this motel and get some shut-eye."

I could barely respond, "Yeah I think you're right."

We checked in, got the key, and made our way to the room. "Hey Paul, I'm going out to the car. I'll be right back."

He quickly added, "Can you find out where they hid the ice machine? Also, a vending machine, any kind of candy bar. Thanks."

I drudged out of the room, dragging my feet, and repeating the list in my head.

I made my way back to the room only to find Paul was nowhere to be seen. It was late and I didn't want to shout. I made my way to the back of the room thinking that Paul was going to jump out of the closet and scare the hell out of me. I circled around and went to the restroom. It was there that I had the shock of my life.

Paul was standing in front of the mirror, his jeans pulled below his cheeks, pounding his cock like a mad man. My mind blurred between some exclamation and a sudden fascination. He had his head tilted back and his eyes closed in concentration. I was more than sure he didn't know I was there. Or so I thought. I continued to watch his cock and fist in a violent fury. The tendons in his neck would tighten as he gasped. I felt my own hard-on raging against my pants.

Then he just stops... He opens one eye. Looks at me through the mirror, "Ugh oh. You caught me." I remember he didn't have any other reaction. Calm cool and collected, he just stood there holding his cock. Surprisingly I found that I was just staring at him displaying his cock. He then turns around. I thought he would just put it away like nothing happened. End of story.

I started to say, "Wait!" but the battle in me was unsure. He must have read some telltale sign because he didn't put it away. Instead, Paul turned to face me, his hands resting on the counter. His jeans were still below his cheeks. His cock was still hard... throbbing... bouncing... beckoning me.

I couldn't help myself as I walked toward him. "Can I touch it?" I think I said. I had a trembling chill rush over me as I cupped my fingertips around his shaft. The head of his penis was pressed firmly against my palm. The warmth was surreal as I pulled his foreskin over the tip. I put my hand to my mouth, licking my fingers like a slut. Pulling his foreskin once again.

I repeated this hand to mouth, to foreskin for some time before Paul finally said, "Go ahead. Do it." He paused, "I've wanted this for a long time also Jim."

I knew what he was saying but I really wanted to hear the words come from his mouth. "Go ahead? Do what?" I asked with a coy flirtation.

Paul smiled and replied, "Suck my cock... We both want it."

I felt the head of his warm cock pressed in my palm still. The thought of having that in my mouth was overwhelming. There was no stopping me as I knelt in front of my friend. He was so hard that his cock was bouncing as if to tease me. I watched as a large drop of pre-cum escaped his glistening head. I froze for a moment; a mental picture of beauty just inches from my face. I looked up at Paul, and he was looking down at me. Our eyes locked as I slowly plunged my lips over the mushroom of his cock. It was so much more than I ever imagined it would be. I visualized every detail. At first, I just stayed still holding his cock in my mouth. I lifted his cock, smearing his flavor on my tongue. I was no longer in control. I was past all inhibitions. I pushed against Paul who was trapped by the counter. His cock slid over my tongue to the depths of my mouth. My cheeks drew in as I pulled my mouth off his cock... with a pop. I struggled to catch my breath. I thought my heart was going to explode. It was then that my inner porn star kick in and I started sucking Paul's cock like there was no tomorrow. I was truly going to town on my best friend's cock. I made sure to make the loudest sucking and slurping noises possible. The world was spinning for some ten minutes. Then again, I don't know. I do know my neck was getting tired. Around that time I think I heard Paul whimpering. I felt his cock swell in my mouth with more girth than it had before. His helmet squeezed into my throat.

Paul whispered ever so softly over his gasps, "I'm gunna cum!"

I gave him three, maybe four deep hard thrusts. Then a new taste spread over my tongue. His cock violently throbbed between my lips. He began to spasm in my mouth over and over. His warm cum quickly filled my mouth to its limits. I had no choice but to let it run from me in torrents. It was so thick with a creamy taste. I continued to ram his cock in my mouth. His tip was beginning to soften. I forced him further down my throat. It became a challenge to find the limits to the depths I could get his cock now. It felt SO good! I could only imagine how Paul was taking the experience. All I could think of was this was happening after I had given up hope so long ago. It was really happening. It was amazing.