There we sat, tied by the grip of strong hands accustomed to holding golf clubs, basketballs, and softball bats. We were further tied by the inseparable bond of those who have exchanged body fluids in passion.
My heart was coming back to a regular beat and my mind was coming to grips with what had just happened. I knew that I had just crossed some important bridges and I needed to process that but a more pressing need was getting Adam's pubic hairs out of my mouth.
With my free hand, I reached a finger into my mouth to dig out the two or three hairs that were making their presence felt there. I was chuckling as I dug around and I could hear Adam doing the same thing. After pulling the first one out, I laughed as I said, "I forgot that oral sex meant a hair ball of some sort."
Never one to miss an opportunity for a comment, Adam replied, "Funny how you could take my entire cock down your throat with not so much as a single gag, and then struggle with a hair or two. Man, was that ever intense. It was more exciting than I ever thought it could be, certainly more than I fantasized about."
"And just how long had you been thinking about this anyway?" I asked with great curiosity. I began to wonder how long Adam had been thinking about sucking my cock and if he ever thought of me returning the gesture. I was not quite ready to tell him that I, too, had been mulling it over in the back of my mind when I had nothing else to think about, which was to say a total of two or three times.
"For almost two years, buddy, since you told me about that lacrosse jock. I have to tell you that when you related that story to me, I just about creamed my jeans. Don't know if you remember, but I left shortly after you told me what happened. I actually had to leave and find a private place to sit and fantasize and stroke my meat."
"An entire new paradigm of thinking began to course through my mind," Adam continued,"I had never given voice nor even much thought to anything with another guy. Every time I thought about gay guys, I automatically linked them with sissies and no way would I ever be interested in that. But when you told me about that jock, and how he came onto you, things really started changing in my mind...there is something else to this whole thing, too."
"And what would that be?" I asked, ever curious to understand my best friend. People never cease to amaze me and I just enjoy hearing what makes people tick and what motivates them.
"Honestly? Well, I know that you know that you always present a noticeable bulge in your pants and even though we have seen each other naked on countless occasions, the bulge in your pants kept getting my attention."
Adam seemed relieved to share this and kept going. "I knew that your balls were sizeable. I'd seen them hanging pretty large and low after a shower and I surmised that your cock was probably average when hard. But when your balls and cock are packed into your briefs, the bulge is impossible to miss, even if a person is not necessarily directly interested."
"So I guess things started in my mind with the fantasy of reaching over and holding your balls in my hand and then taking them into my mouth and then naturally the whole blow job fantasy followed."
Adam , who had been staring off into space as he shared what had gone through his mind, now looked directly at me with that look of longing. "It sounds queer to say this, Mike, but I really enjoyed sucking you off until you came in my mouth. That was hot as I have ever had it."
Adam sure knew how to get my attention and my cock began to stir again. "Hey, buddy, before we do anything else, I need to take a piss. I'll be right back." As I stood up to go to the half bath that adjoined the family room, Adam stood too.
"I was thinking the same thing, Mike. Mind if I join you?"
"After what we've already shared? Sure, come on." This was getting to be one new experience after another with Adam. We had stood side by side at urinals and pissed together on countless occasions and this was no big deal.
But we were not going to urinals and there would be not little separator wall. I had not pissed with another guy uninhibited like this since I was in puberty and pissing contests were part of growing up with the rest of the neighborhood boys.
I could feel Adam's movement directly behind me and as I slowed near the bathroom door, he brushed up against me. I felt first his body heat and then the cold sensation of his still wet cock as it swung back and forth with his easy gait. I was noticing every little thing that happened. When was the last time I was this alert to my surroundings?
I stepped into the bathroom and flipped the switch, flooding the little room with cold light. There was not much room and as Adam stepped in, our hips met as we stood over the bowl. Usually after sex, I take a long, hard piss. There seems to be some physical dynamic between the release of sperm and the release of my bladder. This was different, however, as Adam and I both pulled our foreskins back to piss.
SIDE NOTE: What circumcised guys don't know is that unless an uncut guy pulls his foreskin back, the foreskin gets in the way of the piss flow and an uncut guy may end up pissing all over the place if he's not careful. At a urinal, an uncut guy can get away with just letting it go and he won't miss the mark but a toilet bowl is another matter.
As I stood right next to Adam, it seemed the most natural thing to let my left arm go across his back and let my hand rest on his left hip. In response, his right hand went across my back and rested on my right hip. The closeness of my buddy in our unashamed nakedness coupled with the heat from his body caused my cock to begin to stir in excitement. The pace of my heartbeat picked up.
"Whoa! Down boy!," I said out loud, chuckling. Adam reached over with his left hand and pointed my cock down toward the bowl. His touch caused my heart and my cock to jump in unison. "Somehow, buddy, your touching me may not help to get my dick pointed down," I said in between the short breaths that were becoming part of the morning routine. "Let me concentrate a little harder and see if I can get a stream going."
I willed my cock down and released the muscle holding the piss in my bladder. My piss started slowly at first, and just as I started pissing hard, Adam spoke in a low, guttural whisper.
"How can taking a piss together be so erotic? Just standing next to you is turning me on. But I need to piss, too." Adam moved his left back to his growing cock and began pissing hard immediately. He pulled me closer with his right hand and our cocks met above the bowl.
Since Adam's cock was longer than mine, it hung below mine. Without meaning to I began to piss all over the head of his cock. Adam's cock jumped under the sensation of my hot piss.
"Hey, sorry, man," I said, and meant it. Really, who wants to get pissed on?
"This may sound gross, but it was actually a pleasant sensation. You want to know what it feels like?" Adam asked.
"Today is a day of firsts, so sure, what the hell."
Actually, several years ago, I woke up in the night with a raging hard on and started fondling my wife. Next thing I know, she was awake and just as horny as me. This was a very unusual event for us! She straddled me and rode me like she was a professional jockey.
As my wife and I climaxed together, her orgasm was so intense she ended up pissing all over my cock. She soaked my groin and her piss and cunny juice ran down over my balls and into the crack of my ass. It was a mess and the bed got soaked. We ended up showering and then sleeping on the floor tight up next to each other. In spite of the piss, it was great sex and I could have cared less about the mattress.
Adam moved slightly away from me and I watched his hazel eyes as he concentrated on moving his cock to piss on my cock with a full flow. I looked down just as his piss stream hit the head of my cock. The first thing I noticed was the pressure of the flow, next was the heat. Piss fresh out of the body is hot!
Adam lowered his cock back under the stream of my cock, then back up and he was pissing on me again. Then he lowered again back into the dwindling stream of my piss and then above my cock head again. He kept this up until we were both done pissing. With all this pissing going on, we had spray all over our thighs.
I had to ask, "Hey, you ever tasted your own piss? I did once, just out of curiosity. I saw this documentary on Buddhist monks in Nepal and one of their disciplines is to cleanse their intestines by drinking their own piss. I totally missed the logic of it but decided to try it one day. I wiped the tip of my cock with a finger, then tasted it. It was a strange thing to do but it seemed to me that it tasted just like it smelled and it was not actually all that bad. I mean, I wouldn't have it as a main beverage and I did it just that one time."
"Honestly, yeah I have," Adam replied. "You ever tasted anyone else's?"
"No, but I expect we are about to move into further uncharted territory. Actually, I did not mean to piss on you to start this whole thing. I'm sorry," I said, then reached down and pulled Adam's foreskin back, exposing his red and swelling cock head.
