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Where we left off...
"Fuck, that was a workout! But look, I am serious what I said as I was nutting deep inside you. You are the best friend I have ever had and I love you. So don't get weird about it... but thank you. You really have been a great friend listening to my gripes about work, the kids... Becky. Knowing I can count on your shoulder... and now your ass... well... I love you bro!" He pulls back, looks me square in the eyes and leans in and kisses me on the lips! Rather like you kiss a friend, hell like gay guys do it frequently... but this is a straight man, showing his vulnerabilities and showing that under that tough exterior, that he is a really good guy.
"Bro, I never thought I would have a close friend like you. And if I did I never thought he would be straight. I love you too bro..." I allow for a big pregnant pause, then add, "... No Homo," and we both bust up laughing just as the power goes out.
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And just as soon as the power goes off, it comes back on. Marc and I had installed a bunch of battery backups on our electronics, so the TV, internet, and cable all stay on just in time to hear KATC announce that Donald has made it onshore as a weak Category 3, and it has picked up some speed, so he won't be staying around too long.
The eye of the storm will be passing right over us and the storm will likely be down to a 2 again when it does, so it shouldn't be too bad.
"Logan, you ready for this storm? I think we will be fine, but it's picking up fairly strong out there."
"Yah, we'll be fine. We both have been through worse, that is for sure. But let's go outside and check things out to make sure." Jeremy, seemingly ahead of my thinking, goes walking outside onto my back patio naked without a care in the world. Good thing we are all fenced in back there. The way our house is laid out, only the neighbors to the right can see onto our patio, and only if they are at the back of their property and looking over the fence. But they aren't home as they were on vacation last I heard, and I don't see any lights on, so I think we are safe.
Next-door neighbors are a bit weird, they don't really talk much, and so neither Jeremy nor I know them well. The husband is Steven and they have a son named Sebastian. The kid is nice, relatively quiet and seems like a loner, but he plays basketball a lot on their back patio, which I hear the thumping of the ball all too often. Anyhow, two summers ago when he turned 16, Sebastian offered to keep up our lawn for $150 a month, which I thought was a deal, so we hired him. I have enjoyed watching him mow and take care of our landscaping. The kid is my weakness frankly - tall, skinny and seems allergic to clothing. He would wear these short running shorts and only a pair of sneakers and we certainly got more than $150 worth of service from him. Anyhow, they must be out of town as I haven't seen them all week.
"Jeremy, you realize you are naked, right? I mean, I don't think they are home next door... but dude." I crack up laughing because he just can't seem to care about it. I grab my underwear that I had on for only about 30 minutes - the ones with the pouch that lifts and separates - and tell him to put them on.
"No, I don't need any clothes, I know this body doesn't upset you!"
"I know, but just in case a neighbor comes by... but also... I kinda wanna see you in these!" He laughs and grabs them and starts to put them on and checks them.
"Logan, these things are wild. Check me out!" He models them for me and they are just perfection, shit, his body is perfection. Just barely a belly, likely from all the beer we drink together, but his bulge is bursting out. The band says "Obviously," and I can't for a minute think of a better name. I can see his cock as he aimed it down and over his balls as he tucked himself into them. The underwear are tight enough that I can see the massive vein that runs down the top of his cock. Jesus, these were going to get me all hot and bothered again. Hell, I already have two of his loads up in me right now. How can I be getting boned up again?
I go and grab his basketball shorts and put them on. While I am not hung as large as him, I have a set of huge balls on me, and my thick 7" cock is plumped up a bit so I am swinging rather well in his shorts. Damn, so hot wearing his shorts. I go outside and wiggle in front of him. "You see, this is what you look like wearing these! You wonder why I would get distracted and always look down.. Check out this swing."
"Dude, you are wearing my shorts! I guess that is only fair. What do you think, should I switch over to these? What do you think Becky would think?"
"I think she would appreciate any attempt from you to wear underwear, no matter their design, brother!" We both get a kick out of that.
"Look, we better chain up this propane tank just in case, the wind is whipping about." Clearly we are talking a bit louder than usual as the storm is getting rather loud. Since the power is on we can hear all the air conditioners running and the hum of civilization.
"I just love the sound of the storm. I don't love the damage it can do, but damn, Jeremy, it is so cool. Wanna sit out here for a while?"
"Sure, I will go and grab us another cold one since I think I owe you another after that fantastic fuck you let me throw into you!" He walks past me and slaps my ass as he walks inside.
I never could have imagined this, but I also couldn't be happier. I have had something missing for a long time, and it was certainly a sexual outlet, but also this is making me realize that I missed having a close friend that I could just relax with. Not that I can't relax with Marc, because I can. I love him with all my heart, and I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with him. But, you need to have friends outside of your ONE. You have to have someone you can confide in, vent to... and not have to worry about upsetting them, offending them. Someone you can just be around and have complete trust in them.
Jeremy comes out with our beers and he puts them in Koozies for us this time, and he sits down right across from me in a chair as I sit on the sectional outdoor couch. These are just too damn heavy to try to move into the garage and they won't go anywhere. We strike up a conversation about life and just normal stuff with a smattering of cocky innuendos.