What Didn't Happen Today

My old friend Mike stopped by today.

For the past several years, he's been getting his mail at my house, since he's been essentially homeless after his ex kicked him out of the house they shared. I've known him for fifteen years through a bike club I'm associated with, and for years we flirted even though his ex wanted him to be exclusive. By the time he was available, we had drifted a little too far into the "friends" category to start adding benefits. We've been naked together, and have made out and cuddled a few times, but there was never an opportune moment to sexually consummate our friendship. I'm a firm believer in the notion that sex can add beneficial dimension to friendships. Men I've been casual friends with for years have become good sexual partners, and previously unknown men I've had sex with have become good friends. Not always, but enough times to make me open to the possibility.

Okay, enough philosophy. Ahead of today's visit, I was feeling unusually horny. So when he showed up, my mind went directly to getting his cock in my mouth.

We were standing on my front porch, mostly shielded from the street by overgrown shrubbery, but a knowledgable passerby would be able to make us out between the branches. We hugged a lot because he was down, and while doing so I grabbed his ass though his jeans. Then I grabbed the front of his pants feeling his dick, and he sighed, "Yeah, that doesn't really work any more." We commiserated over advancing age and the side effects of medications that essentially keep us alive but tamp down our sexual prowess. Then he went on his way.

What didn't happen:

I got down on my knees, still on the porch, partially visible to the street. I unbuttoned his jeans, unleashing his modest dick, surrounded by thick pubic hair. His musk was overpowering in a good way. I sniffed at him, rubbing my beard against his thickening dick. It rewarded me with a drop of precum.

"What the fuck are you doing," he asked, knowing full well what was going on. On more than one occasion, he'd been next to me sitting at the campfire while I sucked another guy's cock. He knows what I do, despite never having experienced it himself.

I just looked up at him, and kept on with my task.

I teased his circumcised dick with my tongue, focusing on the frenulum. He got harder and harder and drooled more sweet precum onto my tongue. I pulled his pants all the way down, exposing his hairy, skinny ass to the world if they bothered to look. I grabbed his buns tightly, and took his dick as far into my mouth and throat as I could manage. I felt the hair on his balls blending with my beard, and was treated to the intense, masculine smell of his bush.

My hands were not idle while this was happening. Knowing how much Mike likes having his ass plundered, I pulled his cheeks apart slightly and ran my fingers up and down his damp, hairy crack. He was squirming so much, I worried that he'd fall down the steps, so I made sure I had his ass firmly in my hands.

I felt the preliminary signs of his orgasm, so I stopped gobbling on his cock, instead just letting it rest in my mouth. I kept the saliva flowing so he knew I wasn't done with him. Meanwhile, I let the index finger of my right hand tease and attempt to breach his asshole. Knowing what he's managed to accommodate in his rectum, I knew that getting one, two, or three fingers into him would be as easy as, well, Mike (no offense to pie)!

Mike's asshole yielded instantly, and his rectum seemed to be magically manipulating my fingers directly to his prostate. He jumped when I reached it, and I felt his cock bounce against the roof of my mouth, while depositing a large quantity of precum on my tongue. With my thumb firmly pushing against his perineum, I clamped his gland between my two fingers and my thumb. His dick gushed precum. Inspired, I resumed attempting to swallow his whole cock, letting my throat relax just enough to ensure a tight seal. Mike grabbed my head, pulling it as tightly as possible against his groin. With a strangled cry, he came. His cock swelled and pumped four, five, six shots of cum down my throat (I lost count).

As Mike's dick slipped out of my mouth, I pulled my fingers out of his ass. They were wet with his natural lubrication, which I could smell from a foot away. He pulled me to my feet, grabbed my hand, and sucked my ass-soaked fingers clean. I felt his softening dick press against my lower abdomen as we kissed for what seemed like an hour.

With his pants still around his ankles, and his hairy ass exposed to the world, Mike reached into my shorts, and grabbed my overstimulated cock as we continued to kiss. I was so turned on by his smells that it didn't take more than a dozen strokes to make me soil my underwear with my pent-up spunk.

Once we finally regained our composure, he pulled up his pants and we kissed. He grabbed my ass and whispered, "Next time, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week."

"I'll hold you to that," I said as he turned, went down the stairs, and got into his truck.

I'm looking forward to next time.