Mike Lamp and I had been friends all our life it seems, we started school together and grew from losing our baby teeth to manhood. Mike lived the next street over from me and I was either at his house or he was at mine. We played sports together, had dinner at each other's house, slept over night in each other's bed, hiked, built underground bunks and yes, even had fights.

On my twenty third birthday, I let Mike know I was getting married. My brother was best man but Mike was certainly appointed to a prominent part in my wedding party. Long after I was married, Mike dated different girls and always brought the girl to our apartment for coffee or a beer. Mike and I belonged to the same bowling league and our friendship never had a glitch.

I remained good friends with Mike's parents as he did with mine and quite often Mike and I would drop in to visit Mr. and Mrs. Lamp just for a beer or to use their fully equipped workshop built into their garage. Mike's dad liked his beer. Once in a while he would get completely sloshed but usually he just walked around with a slight glow on.

One Saturday afternoon Mike and I were working on a valance my wife wanted for the large window in the front of our apartment. Mr. Lamb, Mike and I were busy cutting and sanding when we realized we had no wood glue for the main joints. Mike said no problem; he would pick some up at the mall a few miles away. Mr. Lamb was sipping a beer and I was sanding the curves on the valance.

"So how is married life treating you?" he asked.

I replied that it was different but I was getting used to being a husband.

"Is she taking good care of you, ...it?" he chuckled grabbing me full in the crotch.

I was speechless. I just stood there not knowing what to do or say.

"Come on, you are a grown man now, a married guy, you know what I am talking about," he continued making light of the entire grab.

He reached down and cupped my crotch with his hand squeezing gently and releasing, keeping his hand on my dick and balls. I again stood still and speechless looking straight into his reddening face. He was like a second father to me; I wasn't sure how I should act.

He took my Jean's zipper in his two fingers and opened my pants, reached in and took out my cock, I was hard and getting harder all the time after all, I am human. He held my cock in his hand and rolled the skin back and forth emoting complimentary words about my dick. I looked around afraid of being caught but truthfully, it did feel so good. Never letting go of my cock he deftly unzipped his own fly and took out his hard cock, instinctively and without thought, I looked down at it. He had a big cock, man I was impressed. Uncut, easily seven or so inches with a perfectly molded mushroom knob.

"Now you tell me you don't like that," he smiled, "does it feel good?"

I feebly nodded my head up and down; I had still not said a word.

"Does she suck it?" he quizzed. I whispered, "Yes."

Without warning he bent down and took my cock full into his mouth and sucked me wet, warm and deep. I know my body stiffened and I threw my head back but his service was very brief. He rose and took my face in both his hands and boasted, "Does she suck better than that?"

"Have you ever sucked Mike's cock?" he questioned. "No", I said.

"Have you ever sucked anyone's cock?" again he questioned. "No".

He guided my hand back to his cock and began slowly jacking mine. By now I knew I had gone this far there was no turning back. His face flushed again and he squatted down, he placed both hands on my clothed ass and pulled my bare, hard cock back into his mouth. He sucked in earnest, I let my mind and body accept the pleasures I was feeling and then I exploded into his mouth. I could feel the come gushing out of the end of my cock and I jerked with each come bullet. He swallowed and never slowed his lust for my cock. I know I was pulling his graying hair fucking his mouth with a lunge and pull, lunge and pull until he was rolling my soft cock around his grateful mouth with his tongue. He stood up and with a frown on his face warned me never ever to tell anyone what had happened, ...especially Mike.

I promised. He secured his cock back into his pants and began walking to the door then turned around to face me once more, "would you like to do that again sometime?" he asked in a quivering, unsure tone. I was still in the paradise zone, the tickle that had gone up and down my spine and the feeling of pleasure beginning in my asshole and shooting out the end of my cock was still there so I nodded, "Yes I would."

Mr. Lamb mumbled, "good, good," and left the garage.

When Mike returned we glued and clamped the ends of the valance but my hands were shaking so much I couldn't work anymore.

Over the next couple of weeks at opportune and non suspicious times, I slipped in little questions such as had Mike ever seen his dad naked or did he ever hear of anyone having sex with their fathers. We had many weird conversations so my quizzing wasn't something he would think out of the ordinary. After what had happened I was wondering in the back of my mind if Mike had ever done it with Mr. Lamb. His answers convinced me he never did.

Mike had to go out of town for a week on business and on the way home he was going to stop off in a city nearby to visit a girl he was seeing regularly and thinking seriously of marriage. I called Mr. Lamb and asked if I could use his garage for an hour or so. He told me to come right over.

We entered the garage and he latched the door. "I wondered how long it would take," he gloated.

He took two strides toward me, gently held my face in his hands and kissed me square on the mouth. I reached for his crotch. Mr.Lamb took his gorgeous cock out and then pulled my pants down to my ankles. We played with each other's hard on and then he gave me what I had been dreaming about the past few weeks. His mouth was like velvet sucking my rock hard cock; his tongue teased my cock head and his hands caressing my balls and my bare round ass. His finger ran up and down my ass crack flirting with my asshole as my hips responded to his deep sucking. He stood and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down, I didn't resist and I took his huge cock into my mouth. There is no way I can explain with any sense of sanity the feel of his cock in my mouth. My lips strained wide, my tongue exploring the hard ridges on his cock shaft, his pubic hair tickling my nose, the sensation of his balls bouncing on my chin when he thrust forward. I tasted something strange and then I choked and gagged on a cascade of come that slid down my throat and coated my tongue. I had actually sucked him off. He roughly pulled me up to my feet and went down on my cock. I was still in the state of euphoria with the strong taste of come in my mouth so it did not take long for me to reciprocate and fill his mouth. We stood there gasping for breath when he confessed, "I have wanted to do that to you ever since you were a kid."

That was close to ten years ago. Mr. Lamb and I had met for raw sex at least twenty times every year. Our lust for each other's cock never diminished with time. Today I am attending Mr. Lamb's funeral, I am here to say good by to my best friend's father and my lover. It was our secret, my wife never knew, Mrs. Lamb never knew but most of all, Mike never knew.