Sean

He beats his wife. She landed in hospital once. After that incident, his wife whined by my wife, about the abuse and battering. I have tasted his roused tensed temper. I know that look in his eyes when his fertile fury nears flood. I have felt him shuddering when he blasts his blistering rage. Yes, his eruption is forceful: it is uncontrollable and brutal. And the cock-flashing hunk at the barbecue or the well-hung half-naked neighbor or the rugged muscled guy riding his motorbike sensually...they don't understand the reasons for Sean's aggression. Unlike me. I know how to tame his rough rampant need.

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Both Sean and I have hectic jobs. We are away from home for months. Our private joke is: "Are your children calling you uncle yet?" because that is how seldom they see us. Yet, when we are both at home, we enjoy hanging out together.

We were on our way to pick up heavy equipment. He asked me to come with him and give him a hand. He needed the equipment desperately.

It was late afternoon when he ventured the lengthy lane in my rough region. On arrival, he asked that I load the huge jackhammer into his van. He helped me lift it. The clouds burst, announced. We got drenched. Everywhere was flooded in seconds. He wiped the downpour off us. He re-started the engine. We headed home again.

Along the way, we talked about this and that. For some reason, he shared about his childhood. He told me how lonely it was growing up in that small scary town. It was only him and his mother in the one-bedroom house. His only sibling did not stay with them. She was raised by her grandmother after her hymen was mysteriously torn. He told me his mom was seldom at home. If she was not working, she was getting laid by one of the sugar daddies in town. He told me his most vivid childhood memory was that of him - a freshly fondled five-year old - standing by the window and pulling the curtain, ever so slightly, to watch the other children playing merrily and praying for his mom to save him from the visiting vicar.

"That's my life growing up, Dave," he said, looking at me with tears in his eyes. "I never had any friends and I never got to deal with my turmoil," he confessed.

In contrast, I had everything growing up. We were rich and our lives were very full. Yet, like Sean, I never had any friends. Yes, my brothers, sisters and cousins were always nearby, albeit most of my days were spent locked in my room, alone with my thoughts.

I squeezed his muscular thigh as he drove me home. I told him that we will both be fine. My hand remained on his thick thigh. When he changed gears, he pulled my hand intimately to his need.

"I am glad I found a fine buddy like you," he said sincerely. "Now there is someone in the world, who not only listens to me, but invites me in," he exhaled.

My hand got heated. I kneaded the tension underneath. He stroked my hand and placed it flush on his big bestial bulge. Then he put his hand back on the steering and beamed as he drove. My hand roamed his rough rock-hard rampant rod. We both needed imminent relief.

"There the bitches are," he enthused.

In the distance I saw some sluts scheming in the shadows on the side of the street.

"Shall we pick one of them up?" he asked. "She can give us both a blowjob?" he urged, pushing his quivering cock against my hand.

"Sounds like a plan," I nodded.

We picked one up and parked the van in a dark lane. We got into the back of the van. At his insistence, she rubbed our hard cocks together and simultaneously took them in her mouth. Our thick milky cum mixed deliciously in her mouth.

We were spent when we offloaded the jackhammer.

Back home, Sean parked his van in my garage.

***

Sean and I have a penetrating friendship. We fully understand each other's needs.