Almost Lie Family

The funny thing is, in some ways, just chilling with Jeremy was as great as fucking him.

Okay, let's not kid ourselves... but you know what I mean.

Maybe it was the stereotypical guy thing, or stereotypical

straight

guy thing, but seconds after we were baring our souls to each other, we quickly backed up and returned to busting each other's balls. Guy shit. Big boy laughter, from little boy humor. We had a blast, stuffing our faces with food and excitedly talking with our mouths full.

And yeah... there was an... extra glow around Jeremy. Confidence. Even cockiness, but in the best, male sense. And somewhat out of character for him, he kept going on and on about plans to start getting ahead at work, maybe even taking some business classes to take on more of the administrative responsibilities. At one point I was ribbing him, "Look at you! All... planning and shit!" I gotta say, it suited him. Ambitious without being cutthroat. Thinking ahead. Wanting more out of life. Seeing him in that confident glow, I was reminded all over about how much I liked him.

Maybe in all of this, that was one of the surprises: I... liked him.

A lot.

How... unbelievable was that, when you think of it? To find a guy, as an adult, as a man, who you didn't just like in a general sense, but truly and genuinely liked? Found someone you knew deep down was your ride-or-die, partner in crime?

But unlike my good times with my other buddies, our friendship clearly had more of an edge to it. And that was certainly the case now. Even after a round or two together, we were still circling each other like sharks. Our banter was liberally sprinkled with sexual innuendo. I mean, guy talk is anyway, but this was more... pointed. We were deliberately keeping each other at a low boil.

And naturally, it started to boil over.

After stuffing our faces, we started to clean up. But somehow our hands stayed busy with... other things... rather than clear off the table. Shit. He kept...

doing

things. Not just with his pair of roving hands, but with his tongue. Right behind my ear. Sliding up to me, and... damn. I was getting him back; his magic spots were many, and included his neck and nipples. We were both sporting some rising wood, our hearts were going strong, and our voices were lowering into low baritone rumbles.

Finally, I broke away, spurning his wandering fingers. "Okay. I sprang for this food, so you're doing cleanup. We're not doing anything until you load the dishwasher." Jeremy let out an exasperated whine. "The faster you move, the faster we can move on to bigger and better things. And I'm sure you remember just how much

bigger and better

I am."

Jeremy tired to scoff, but he got his butt in gear.

God... watching that man just did something to me. His body. His movements. Unmistakably male. Familiar. Exciting.

I moved over to the couch, watching him hustle. I was sprawling out there, at the center of the L-shaped joint where a chaise extended out from the sofa. Temptation personified. Openly leering at him. Stoking myself slowly. I was fully hard, with my balls charged again.

Jerking, waiting.

At last, Jeremy kicked the dishwasher door shut. I had no doubt loverboy there was so worked up he had simply thrown the dishes in with all the care of a rabid raccoon, but he was done and made his way over to me. Rock hard himself, despite the indignity of the food cleanup. His juices were clearly flowing.

I had an idea. One I thought he would... enjoy.

I stopped him, standing there, before he could slide onto the couch with me. "Wait a second, bud," I growled, in a voice so dripping with sex that even one of those battle-hardened hookers from down by the docks would blush. "Let me... express my appreciation... for you stopping by tonight."

He got a skeptical look on his face, but there was no busting his chops this time, no jerking him around. Just me showing my appreciation.

I extended my leg. Slowly. Like a burlesque dancer. Catching my toes on his meaty thigh. Fuuuuck... all that biking he did worked wonders with my bud's legs. I started running my toes through his course hair. Upwards. Up. "C'mhere, friend." He stepped closer. And my leg flexed. Reaching. Using my big toe to make slow circles over his skin. Jeremy had been watching my foot, but now raised his eyes, catching mine.

He gave me a sinner's smile.

I slowly dragged my toes across his hair-covered muscles, still up, and up. Right until I reached his hairy ballsack. His telephone pole of a dick was throbbing in time with his heartbeat. My toes slid behind his balls. Rolling them. Feeling the course sweep of his bush against my toes. Jeremy moaned; I had his undivided attention.

I slid my foot up, flexing, rolling the sole around his rock-hard dick. Curling my toes around his shaft, like I was jacking him. Up and down, up and down. Feeling the drool of his precum as it leaked from his piss slit, and smearing it across the arch of my foot. "I remember you liking my feet," I growled huskily. "One of the first things you did. You fucking rocked my world."

"Fuck yeah," he snarled back. He pulled my foot up, bringing it to his face. Rubbing the foot across himself. Dry smearing it. Letting himself feel the skin. His beard scraped at me, almost tickling. Almost. But the intensity in his eyes as he dragged his scruffy jaw against me instantly killed any and all laughter in my throat.

Something snapped in him--the feel? the scent? the memory? Something snapped, and suddenly his mouth went after my foot hard, as hard as he did when he was eating my ass. Rough. Not giving a shit. His tongue flared out, slurring my skin. I moaned out appreciatively. Fuck. He was making me feel good. Showing me things. Rolling me with his mouth, his tongue. Getting me wet. Sending liquid fire inside me to match the wetness of his spit. Rougher. More forceful. Luxuriating in the feeling.

He opened his mouth and went down on me, sucking my toes like it was my cock. Sucking. Sucking hard. His hand rubbing up and down my hairy leg, feeling the friction in his hands. Sucking. His tongue oozing between my toes. Fuck. It was so...

low

. So gloriously raunchy. Primal. Not giving a fuck about propriety. Spit was running between my toes, running down the underside of my foot. My cock was throbbing to the pounding of my heart. Lost. Jeremy was lost. Fucking overwhelmed.

Yeah, the first time he did this, I gave him my ass. I'd do it again in the heartbeat.

But not just yet.

I dropped my foot back down, down to work over his engorged cock. It was easier now, with my foot slick and nasty with spit. Sliding across his dick. I slid my butt forward so I could bring my other foot to really jerk him. That one was still too dry. I raised it up, "Spit on it for me." Jeremy gave me a half-smile and took that foot into his mouth too, mouth-fucking my toes. Sucking me. Making me feel good.

I dropped down and gripped his cock with my spit-slick feet. Massaging it. Feeling his hardness. The scour of his hairy balls. Jeremy was... aroused. In a testosterone-fueled daze. Tweaking his hairy nipples, flushed with excitement. His eyes filled with fucking fire as he watched me. Me slowly jacking my own cock, matching the motions.

Making my guy feel good.

Jeremy finally wrenched himself back to reality, turning a truly frightening gaze on me. Looming over me. Women would have screamed; my dick got harder.

Jeremy moved in, dropped to his knees, and savagely went down on me. Swallowing my cock deep into his gullet. No playing. No teasing. Fire. Sucking me so hard, so fast, I yelped. He didn't back down; and as he fucking swallowed me down, my eyes rolled all the way back into my head. "FUUUUUUUUCK! Oh God man, fucking take me!"

Jeremy fucking took me.

He started slamming his head up and down, mouth-fucking me for all he was worth. His tongue slurring down my shaft and he went, as he sucked as hard as he could. He went too fast, fucking gagging himself, but he was too far to care. He did it again, gagged again. Sucking hard. It was hot as fuck.

His hands ranging free and hard against my hairy torso, with my skin coming alive at his touch. Lightning. Lighting across my skin. Lightning down the saft of my cock. Alive. Making me feel alive as only another man could do. Pulling one hand back to grip my shaft, his spit running through his fingers as he went. Jerking me as he sucked me. Working my cockhead with his tongue, the rest of me with his hand. I writhed underneath him. My own hands gripping him. Swirling through his hair, digging into his shoulders. Fuck. FUCK.

I needed his cock.

I was only dimly aware of throwing him back, perpendicular to me on the couch, and crawling over him like some inhuman beast so I could get at his cock. OH GOD. God, his scent. The man musk. Already made heady by a long day of work, but infused with the smell of man sex. Smelling of sweat. Spit. My ass juice. Cum. FUCK. Jeremy growled, snarling out his pleasure. I was simultaneously raping his dick in my mouth and all but hyperventilating smelling that musky brew. Sucking him harder than even he had sucked me. A battle of talent, showing him up. More sounds. Showing how fucking hot for him I was. Sucking. Driving down. Sucking. Feeling his body shudder below me. Making him mine. Sucking. Making him howl.

Jeremy couldn't keep himself away. He roughly rolled me on my back, then slithered his body over me like an infernal snake. Fuck. He took my cock back into his mouth while backing his ass into my face. I fucking attacked him. Feverish in my need. GOD I loved his butt funk. Raw. Primal. Masculine. The smell of man-sex. I lost my mind. Sucking his hole as hard as I had his cock. Sweeping side to side, scouring his skin with my stubble. Lapping him up, and back to sucking. Sucking his pucker so hard I was driving him forward. Jeremy kept is mouth on my dick throughout, matching me for brutal intensity. Locked in our own world of raw masculinity. Raw man sex.

His ass had me burning like a thousand suns exploding in the sky at once. I pawed at the bottle of lube I had next to me. I violently forced him back, nearly folding him in half, knees to chest. I roughly hoisted up his hips to spread his buttcheeks, and lined up my cock. There would be time, later, for teasing. Time for a beautiful romantic moment. Not now. Not fucking now. Not while I was raging with enough testosterone in my body to kill a whale.

I slammed into him. Deep. His eyes flew open and he roared. I pulled all the way out, and fucking rammed him again. Balls deep. Ramming. Again. Take that, fucker. Like battleships colliding. Fuck it--I didn't care how much it stung, he could fucking cope. I savagely gripped his shoulders for balance, and fucking pounded him in, deep. DEEP. Holding. Then pulling back and pounding him again. We both roared, like dinosaurs tearing at each other. Driven by that desperate need to mate, or die trying. Feeling that indescribably heat, that pressure of his tight hole. Tighter than any cunt. Tight enough for a man. UUUNNGH. Pounding into him. Again. UNNNNGH!! Again.

Jeremy's hand launched forward, sliding them under my armpits and around. He grabbed me... and fucking wrenched me into him, as hard as I was pounding his ass. AAAARRRRRGH! AAARRRGH!! Again and again we collided. Roaring out our need. Fucking. Fucking like MEN. Goddamn it, I was fucking alive! Brought to life as I could never be brought to life with a woman. AAAARRRRRGH! Slamming. Jeremy was red, his teeth clenched enough to dent steel. Sweat ran down my nose, splashing across the face with each violent thrust. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!

I could feel my balls churning, and knew I was close. I reared back, and started thunder-pounding him. Fast. FAST. FEEL THAT, FUCKER! Pounding the cum out of me. Fast. Furious. Clenching. Teeth. Hands. Pounding. Pounding. Fucking POUNDING.

And with an almighty roar, I fucking exploded. Blasting my baby batter into him. Not stopping. Churning it like unholy whipped cream as I slammed into him. Bellowing the whole time. The white foam splattering out his well-used hole. Still I pounded. Pounded. Losing focus. Still... losing... drifting... aww fuuuuuuck.

Finally, with no fight left in me, I slid out, and collapsed so I was sitting beside him. Panting. Ears ringing. Flushed in victory. I was spent, not knowing day from night. But fucking on top of the world.

To my surprise, Jeremy pulled himself up, rolled over on top of me, and started kissing me. Deep and physical. God. The feel of his scruffy beard on my face. That feeling of... intimacy. With another dude. It... never stopped amazing me. Never got old. That this fucking lion of a man wanted... me. Shared this amazing experience, willingly. He wanted this. With... me. I mean, the man was a god. A lumberjack god. No one would willingly mess with him. And from the way he was raised, it would have seemed far more likely that he'd kick my ass rather than fuck it. Let alone let me fuck him.

But on top of everything, here was this Manly Man... kissing me. More gay, more intimate than even getting fucked. Kissing me in a way that set off a tornado of butterflies in my stomach.

How was this... possible...?

I didn't care. God. I was loving all of it. Needing it. More than anything I'd needed in my life.

I think it was at that moment that the rational part of my brain finally stood down. Not needing to think things through. Just so swept up in the... the fucking joy of the moment that I finally let go. Lost in that kiss.

Lost in Jeremy.

But Jeremy had more on his mind than making out. As I sat there at the crook of the sofa, Jeremy started kissing his way down. Mouthing me. Dragging his face across my sweaty pecs. Suckling at my hairy nipples. Setting my skin on fire. The butterflies inside my stomach were now dancing along my skin in the wake of that obscene man-tongue. Slurring left and right. Slurring. Everywhere. A long, languid lick down my chest... down. Down. Slurring spent cum from my bellybutton. Wet and heavy. Down. Down.

And fucking landing on my cock.

God! Having shot such a massive load, I was pretty sensitive. And... Jesus... I mean, I had just been

inside

him. He didn't give a fuck. Lost in this primal, all-consuming male moment. Taking me in. Leaving off the harshest of sucking while I was in recovery, but... licking me. Rolling my still-swollen cock head around his mouth. Slurping down my shaft and working my balls. Jesus... even though he was careful, I was still squirming at the intensity of it. Like I was pushing through one of those freeze-headaches from eating ice cream too fast. Writhing. Just on the cusp of pain. Moaning. Raking my hands through his hair and down his back. Barely keeping it together. Totally lost in the moment. Sharing it. Sharing a moment as no woman ever would. My cock, his mouth, my hands, my dizzying brain....

I needed to return the favor. Show him the same care, the same respect he had shown me.

Jeremy was essentially laying perpendicularly to me--his face in my crotch, his naked body splayed down the length of the chaise section of the sofa. I was running my hands down his naked back following his spine, and decided to keep going. I lightly freed myself from his mouth so I could slide over him, moving head-first down towards his feet. I rolled my tongue out, lazily circling a spot right between his shoulder blades, then running down the base of his spine to the small of his back. Down. Down further. I slid down his back like an infernal snake as he lay there, feeling the wetness of his sweaty skin.

Down. Down.

Down to where I could finally run my face through his hairy crack.

Slow motions. Wet motions. He was hot, on fire. And our heart-pounding fucking had him nice and sweaty. Fucking GAAAAWWWWD... the scent of man-sex. This man's sex. I swept my face to take in each of his meaty asscheeks. Biting, then kissing them. Feeling the sensations ripple through Jeremy's body. Making out with his ass, from above. Running my tongue down him again, down to his hairy hole. Wet with my frothy load. Relaxed from having just been ripped apart by my fat dick. Fucking making out with him, sliding my tongue in. Opening him. Sliding my tongue in deep.

Jeremy groaned loudly, the sound muffled with his face in the cushions. He was waggling his butt, trying to get my tongue inside him. Feeling the burn of my stubble. God. We were locked in a moment, as raw as ever a moment was. A perfect slur of wet and taste and heat and scent and hair. Rushing together, swirling like we were in a dream world. GOD this man made me horny.

Jeremy broke the mood, "Dude," he breathed out hoarsely, "Are you hard enough to fuck me some more? God I need your cock."

I was. Fuck. Even just having shot into him, I was hard enough to cut diamonds.

I shifted positions, moving around, lying with my hairy chest against his back, my mouth panting into his ear. Sliding into him. "MMMMUUUUOOOOOOO," he moaned below me. His whole body shuddering. No resistance, his pucker was desperate for my cock. I slid in. GAAAAWWD. That feel, that dick-crushing feel of him. Tighter than any cunt. Tighter than anything. I could feel his ass grip my cock, massaging. Squeezing. Playing with me. I was bucking into him, tight and deliberate. No hammer strokes. We didn't need them. Just the raw feel of dick and ass. Lubricated by 10 gallons of cum inside him. FUCK. The feel of our shared sweat as I slid on him. Making us so slick, my chest hair slid across him without resistance as I rocked forward and back. My face tightly pressed in the crook of his neck. Breathing him in. Hot sweaty male. The smell of balls, ass and cum filling the room... tingling my nose, too. We ground together, a slow-dance fuck. Raw and intimate. The fucking tightness of his ass. The throb of my dick. Mouthing him, mouthing his sweaty skin. So fucking tight. He turned his head, trying to raise his lips to mine. Finding. Slurred together. Tight. Making out. GOD his ass. God his mouth.

I don't know how long we were like that. Lost in the drag of sloppy manflesh grinding together. I sped up and slowed down, reading him. Reading his body. The rise and fall of his moans. No words were needed between us; I had learned from being fucked by him how best to do the fucking. Twisting and torquing. Speed and slowness. Naturally. A symphony of sounds, bestial. We were fucking MEN. Real men. Men unleashed. Feeling our way through. I got close, so many times. But always held back before blastoff. Lost in the moment. Too lost to care.

But as time drifted, and his body worked mine, I could feel the fire in my balls burning to life again. I needed release. I pushed up, giving myself more leverage and fucking leaned into him, hard. More aggressively. Pumping my cock deep, Hard. Hard. I hadn't realized how far gone I was. In the end, it only took the barest of strokes before I exploded. Far harder than I would have thought. Hard, like I was been ripped apart. A wailing, echoing scream and I was done.

My mind cleared God knows how long later. Jeremy and I were in each other's arms, pressed closely. I started making out with him, and dimly realized his entire midriff was wet. Drenched. And sticky. I looked down, then at him, curiously. "Yeah, you got me to cum as you fucked me... I think more than once."

"Shit man," I laughed, exhaustedly. "I think I need a drink. You?"

"Shit, yeah. Make it strong, and make it neat."

By this time, the ball game--ostensibly, the reason Jeremy was over here in the first place--had started on the TV, so I grabbed the bottle and a couple of glasses, and we dragged ourselves back onto the couch to watch. After a few rounds of messy, sweaty fun, we were kinda in rough shape, but didn't really give a fuck. The dried cum in our chest hair and crotches was a badge of honor.