After many requests and kind comments, I have decided to continue the story. If you haven't read the first installment, it will certainly help to set the mood. This will be the last thing I write along this theme, as I fear becoming repetitive.
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It had been nearly three months since Drew and I shared far more together than I had ever thought possible within the context of our friendship. There was certainly no denying that I got off on it. If anyone had asked four months ago if I'd ever ask to suck another man's cock, I probably would have punched him in the jaw. While I feel comfortable now with what happened...hell, we've even jerked off in front of each other a couple times since then...I still have times when I struggle to reconcile my fantasies with what I believe to be my sexual identity. I've always been straight, and never before that night with Drew, did I ever have any serious interest in other men. Even now, I can't imagine myself doing the things I did with anyone else but him...it was the trust and friendship between us that made it possible. My wife and I continue to have a wonderful relationship and very fulfilling sex life...certainly not a situation I would change for anything in the world. Nevertheless, as Linda teased my brown-eye with her finger while we made love, I couldn't help but think back to when Drew had done that to me, and recalled the feel of his hot shaft resting in the crack of my ass.
"Mmmm...yes, baby...fuck me...fuck my wet pussy" my wife exclaimed, pulling me into her pulsing snatch while her finger retreated from my puckered hole.
I couldn't believe it...I had done it again. My mind wandering to another place as Linda worked hard to enhance our already intense evening. Anal play was something I had shown recent interest in, and my wife was happy to indulge me in anything new and exciting. With my mind lifting from the fog, I resumed my focus on the lovely and writhing female form below me. Linda's breasts bounced back and forth across her chest as I quickened my pace in and out of her velvet folds.
"Oh fuck...I'm cumming, baby...damn, you're so fucking hot!" I shouted as I could feel Linda's cunt contract against my aching rod as she rode the wave of her own orgasm. "Unnngghhhh...unnngghhhh...shit...fuck!" I grunted with each stream of spunk as it shot from my cock, deep into her soaking tunnel.
Nearly exhausted, I pulled my sticky and deflating member from Linda's pussy as I kissed my wife deeply, rolled over, and came to rest next to her.
"Oh Mike, honey...that was incredible. I just love that glazed-over look you get when I play with your ass...and your cock gets so damned hard." Linda whispered into my ear as she softly stroked my chest. "Anything else you'd like to try? I'm loving this adventurous side of you."
"Thanks, babe...you really had me on a whole other planet tonight. You must have found just the right spot." I partially lied, not wanting to reveal the events that led to my new sense of adventure. I was now feeling somewhat guilty that I had thought about my best friends dick while I made love to my wife.
As Linda drifted off to sleep, wrapped in my arms, I couldn't help but wonder how Drew managed to cope with his own feelings about what we shared. Did he think about me when he made love to Tracy? If he did, did it bother him...or was he better able to separate his feelings? This shit was now starting to really bug me, and I knew I would have to sort it out with Drew soon, before it became a problem. Its not like I avoided him over the last few months, but we were always together with our wives, and it seemed like neither one of us wanted to talk about the elephant in the room. We still talked on the phone, went to the gym, and did everything we always did...but the obvious discussion about the fact that we fucked each other never seemed to come up. Perhaps we were both afraid the other had crossed a line, and didn't want to do anything to screw up a good friendship.
The next morning, Linda and I were invited over to Drew and Tracy's for a cookout and an opportunity for Drew to pick my brain about his next renovation project. Perhaps subconsciously, my mind was already miles away from the concerns I had last night, and I walked into their house as I had a hundred times...with no designs to approach the subject with Drew at all. The steaks were great, and the conversation comfortable as always. After the dishes were cleared, Linda and Tracy wanted to watch a DVD they'd rented. Drew and I groaned when we learned it was yet another sappy chick-flick. We were about a half-hour into the movie when neither of us could take much more.
"Hey buddy...let me show you what I want to do with the wiring in the basement before our wives get into the Kleenex." Drew said, looking for any excuse to pull away from the overwrought drama on the TV screen.
"Hell yes...anything but another two hours of this crap!" I half-jokingly said as I rose from my chair and followed Drew to the basement.
"Fine, run away from anything emotional. Further proof that men are pigs." Tracy sarcastically shot back at us as she handed Linda more popcorn.
The basement of Drew and Tracy's home had been finished at some point in the past, but was looking quite dated. Now that we managed to finish all the bathrooms, Drew decided the basement was the next challenge on his list. The lighting was dimmer than normal, as Drew had already started removing many of the ceiling tiles to gain access to the wiring. We wandered the large room with flashlights, peering into the floor joists and discussing what type of lighting would work best in various locations.
"Are you ever going to run out of things to do to this joint? I spend way more time working on your place than I do my own." I said mockingly as I slapped Drew on the shoulder.
"I know, and I feel bad about that. But hell, your place is less than ten years old. Besides, it gives me a chance to see that tight ass in worn-out jeans." Drew replied, as though testing my reaction.
"Uh...yeah...whatever, asshole. This is going to be our most difficult job yet. I hope you're prepared to take your time with this, and not try to do it all in one week." I said with my back against the wall, looking up into the open ceiling at the maze of old wiring...fully aware that I was blowing off his last comment.
"Yeah...well...fuck taking our time, Mike. This shit has to get done." Drew replied with frustration thick in his voice.
I thought Drew was still talking about the wiring...that is, until he ran his hand up my shirt, pressing me to the wall while he kneaded my pecs. His other hand soon found its way to my crotch, rubbing my cock and balls through the fabric of my jeans. I was dazed for the first few moments, unsure what was happening, until I tried to move away, but Drew kept me pinned to the wall. I could have pushed away harder, as he only had one arm holding me in place, but I was more than a little distracted as he ripped open my button-fly jeans, tugging my pants and briefs below my ass. Drew gave me no time to react as he quickly knelt in front of me and took my limp dick fully into his mouth. He certainly knew what he was doing; as my cock responded instantly to the tongue massage it was receiving. I was still dumbfounded as I watched Drew suck my cock, the flesh expanding between his lips until my member filled his hungry mouth.
"Oh...fuck...you're good at that! The girls...they're just upstairs, dude." I said half panicked as I tried to pull my pants back where they belonged.
Drew said nothing as he just brushed my hands away from my jeans, tugging on my balls while taking every inch of my hardened rod down his throat. Linda is a great cocksucker, but she could never compare to the first-hand knowledge behind every movement of Drew's tongue against my shaft. He had learned knew exactly where to apply pressure as his lips and tongue glided over my spit-soaked tool. By now, I was lost in the sensations my friend was giving me, and disregarded any thought of our wives upstairs. Gripping the back of Drew's head, I began pumping my cock into his willing mouth, using him for my own pleasure.
"Eat it, man...take all that big cock. You want it bad enough to pull this shit, then you're going to swallow every last inch." I grunted as I fed my cock to my best friend, his spit trailing down my balls, and memories of a similar even pouring into my head.
"Mmmmpphhh...mmmmpphhh" Drew moaned as I pumped into his face. "Give me a second to breathe, man. I've wanted another taste of this pole worse than you can imagine." He said, pulling away from my cock.
"Oh fuck, dude...that's it man, lick my nuts." I said, offering encouragement as Drew caught his breath while sucking my balls and stroking my aching rod.
My eyes practically rolled back into my head as Drew continued the skillful work at my groin. Not long after he started sucking my cock again, I knew I couldn't last much longer. The surprise nature of the incident, combined with the knowledge that our wives could wander in at any moment, didn't do much for my longevity. I could feel my scrotum tighten against my body as Drew increased the rhythm of his motions on my tool.
"Aaarrgghh...uummmpphhh...shit!" I screamed as I shot load after load of hot jizz down my buddy's throat...my body curled over his head as I held his face to my crotch.
Drew swallowed as much as he possibly could, the excess running between his stretched lips and down my balls. My body shook with every teasing lick Drew made with his tongue along the bottom of my spent and deflating member. After being satisfied that he had cleaned every last ounce of cum off my dick, Drew lay back on the floor and looked up at me as I pulled my pants back up to my waist.
