I found myself in the prized situation of being alone with my stud of a best friend and the enviable position of being pinned against the wall of his hallway. That was a concession to caution; if anyone entered the house we'd know it in time to regain some composure.

"Man," he whispered, "I can't believe I'm doin' this shit." He clamped his mouth over mine again. Any reservations or curiosities-- or composure-- was gone now. My bud was gettin' into the moment!

"It's OK. Let it happen, man. Let me take care of you, this once." I said, and the suggestion brought the most devilish flash in his smile and eyes I'd ever seen. Last time he looked like that was when we escaped a county sheriff in a high speed 'Bandit' style chase years ago.

As if I needed any help, his thick hands were on my shoulders, pressing me downward. His body was still close, as he backed up a little, then rested one hand against the wall as he watched me go to my knees. His right hand pulled down the front of his gym shorts before I could, and his still- growing cock was coming to attention inches from my face. I couldn't tell you if the heat came from it or my panting, but whatever it was sure raised the temp down in the man-well between him and the wall.

It was the first time in years- since I met him- that I finally got to see his cock up close and personal, and it was as I had imagined- thick all the way up, a vein gorging up the shaft, to a perfectly shaped mushroom head. Not too long to give me pause, but long enough to force apart my tonsils...A hot, damp, but clean smell (like his deodorant) and the fine dark hair trailing down, as well as his hairy powerful thighs, got me even more thirsty...he had no idea what he was in for.

I had no time for billiards; I needed to get busy on his cock fast. He was pushing closer, more urgent now, his sweat dripping down from his brow onto me. I slowed enough for him to feel the blast of heat from a hot mouth on the head of his tool, and to that he growled, gasping in air beteen clenched teeth.

"MAN! Oh, yeah, shit!" Come on...oh, man..." his right hand found the back of my head. As we all know, the back of a cocksucker's head is as an erogenous zone as anything...he slid in to the back of my mouth, first ramming my tonsils. I looked up, he flashed another devil smile at me and threw back his head.

I quickly listened for the door and raised slightly for the coup de grace. I couldn't believe it...after so many years of hiding boners in his company, his was hiding in me-- and was about to disappear. I balanced, adjusted, and put both hands behind what had to be the hardest round ass I'd ever touched. His buttock muscles were straining, thrusting forward one more time, and after drawing a breath I let him slide in.

As we also know, desire is the best gag supressant, and I've never been more turned on than knowing here, now, my straight buddy's cock was sliding into me, the thick head's rim tickling the back of my throat as he found a rhythm, then holding my head firmly against him, into his hairs, when I took him down to the root. Hard breathing, unintelligble mumbling, and the smell of sex filled the small square hall...we needed to finish up.

"Ok, man, I'm gettin there. Yeah. Yeah.You don't have to do that, buddy" he said, smiling, as I responded by going down again. "Oh, man...fuckin yeah....you're gonna...?" I nodded, well as much as a guy can nod when his gullet's full of cock, and felt his dick reaching that zenith when it's just about to blow....

I had breathed his air. I tasted his sweat, his tongue, his cock, all for the first time. This was intense!

I had the wherewithal to pull back enough to feel him come, to taste the hot liquid magically appearing on my tastebuds. Then he pulled a fast one on me; after the first couple of shots, he powerfully rammed back home-- not choking me, but surprising me that his animal nature was going for one last push.The man came what seemed like buckets. I let him slip away clean. My throat was buzzing, burning with the acidic semen and I felt the flush of heat begin to lift as I stood up.

"Don't think I'd do this if I didn't know whose jizz you just drank." he said, and kissed me again. It was a cleaner, more lingering kiss that finished off the session perfectly. "I don't even know why I'm wanting to kiss another dude, but damn this is nice."

We walked into the cooler rooms of the house.

"Buddy, I don't know what to tell ya, but thanks. I needed that more than you know. I figured you did that for some other guys, but I was always, you know, kinda weird about asking..."

"For yourself"" I finished for him.

"Yeah," he smiled, looking down a little sheepishly as we made our way back through the house. The ceramic potpourri was covering the smell of sweat and sex. He was secure once more.

"I wanted to for a long time....but we're buds, right?" I asked. " This doesn't define us, you know, we're the same as before. I just like doing what I did for you, and just about anything else sexual. Women. Men. Hell, everything but the damned dog." We both laughed. I was no fool...I was setting the stage for more in the future!

"Tell you what...let's go back around to the deck and get us another beer. "

This was a true story....and my bud's since moved away...but remind me to tell ya'll about upcoming holiday visits.