He shivered at his touch.
Steve's eyes were closed. He was conflicted... one part of him wanted to lash out, push the hand away. Run. Mike was his best friend. They'd know each other for years. What the hell was going on?
It had started out innocently enough. Beers shared during a 'guys night in' movie fest. Talking about sports, then women. Mike was still single, and he and Steve had ended up comparing notes, a little more intimately than perhaps was proper, as Steve's wife would have been shocked at the details they'd shared. But then, just about anything shocked Steve's wife, and that was part of the problem. Sex between them had become almost a semi-annual event. He sometimes wondered if she really wanted him at all. This he had shared with Mike, while Mike had shared his apparently never-ending adventures of the single life. This had led to talk about various things they had tried, sexually, and finally to Mike's admission that he had even been in a "Devil's Three Way", with another man and woman. Steve had asked what it was like, and Mike said it had been incredible. Even admitting that 'things' had happened between himself and the other man in the menage.
"What kind of things?" Steve had asked, slightly incredulous.
"Well..." Mike had paused for a long moment, as if trying to decide whether he should reveal everything, could he reveal everything? Then he'd given a slight nod, as if to say 'Nothing ventured...', and had continued. "While I was between Karen's legs, licking her clit, I felt David's hand on my cock. Before I could say anything, he took me in his mouth."
"No fucking WAY!" Steve almost shouted, then calmed down. "Seriously?"
Mike nodded silently, blushing slightly, his eyes unfocused. "Yeah, it caught me completely off guard. I mean, I'm not gay... at least, you KNOW I like the ladies. And I was going to push him away, but..."
Mike paused.
"But what...?" Steve prompted.
Mike finally continued. "But it felt... good. Really good. Well, think about it... who knows more about what a man likes, than another man? The way he... touched me... he was using his hand, just right... and that... coupled with the way he was using his tongue on me..." Mike trailed off.
Steve sat quietly for a moment, trying to digest the mental image. "Did you...?"
Mike had nodded. "Yeah. I came... really, really hard. It was incredible."
The two had sat quietly for the next few minutes, watching the movie. Mike was surprised, and a little shocked, to find that he now had an aching hard-on of his own to deal with. He never thought he could have been turned on by such an image, but there was no denying he was. And it apparently hadn't gone unnoticed by Mike. Steve looked up to see his friend's eyes were glancing down at his very visible erection. His jeans did nothing to hide it. Steve found he couldn't say anything. More, he couldn't seem to calm down.
His hearing seemed to be blocked, a distant roaring sound in his ears, and his hands were shaking slightly. All this noticed in moments, and in those moments Mike had moved. He'd slid from the couch, onto the carpet, and was now leaning on his friend's left leg. He glanced from Steve's erection up to his own eyes, before slowly, tentatively, moving his hand, sliding it up Steve's denims, hooking his finger tips over the edge of his belt. One finger tip actually touched the very end of Steve's cock. He didn't flinch. If anything, he moved the finger slightly, and when his touch slid over the drop of precum now pressing from the head of Steve's cock, Steve saw him swallow, his lips part slightly.
This was the point at which Steve had closed his eyes. He let his head lie back against the couch cushion, not knowing what to do. He wanted Mike to continue... but he also wanted him to stop. This wasn't right. It went against everything he'd been raised to believe. Against the most basic of lines he'd drawn in his list of those not to be crossed. Then he felt the top button of his jeans release, felt his zipper sliding down, felt fingers closing over the length of his now throbbing shaft.
He opened his mouth to say 'stop', but at that moment of intake, Mike's mouth closed over the head of his cock, his friend's tongue swirled under the sensitive crown, licking the ridge where the most responsive nerves in his entire body were centered. Rather than 'no', all he could manage was a gasp. Instinctively his hips arched up, pressing his length further into Mike's mouth. Mike took this opportunity to pull Steve's jeans and underwear down, under his hips, and while he distracted his friend with a few quick strokes of his tongue and lips, slid them down his calves and off completely.
Now freed of their confinement, Steve's legs widened, and Mike began to work on his friend in earnest. One hand cupped Steve's balls, gently, while with the other he followed the movement of his lips and tongue, so that Steve's shaft was constantly being stimulated, his thumb concentrating on the bottom ridge line of the shaft, sucking gently while he kept up the steady movement over Steve's now rock hard member.
It all happened so quickly, so naturally, that Steve was lost in the feeling of his growing sexual hunger. His mental conflict disappeared as he felt his orgasm rising closer and closer, so much so that he found himself nearing that precipice far sooner than he'd expected.
"Mike..." he groaned, trying to warn his friend, but as the saying goes, a friend that is there for you when you are in need, is the truest friend indeed. And in deed. Rather than release him, Mike kept his movements sure, speeding up slightly as he felt his friend's cock shaft begin to pulse.
Steve couldn't help himself... as his orgasm hit, he thrust his hips upward, pressing deep into Mike's throat, his seed pulsing, shooting through the length of his shaft, to erupt, jet after jet, into Mike's mouth. Mike faithfully held there, letting Steve's cum slide down his throat, taking his friend's essence without protest. Mike held him this way until Steve's cock finally stopped pulsing, holding him within his mouth until every drop was expended, swallowed. Accepted. Finally he let Steve's cock slide free, sitting back to rest his own head on his arm, leaning against the couch.
There was a long moment of silence.
Finally Steve spoke.
"Wow."
Mike burst out laughing, and Steve followed him a moment later.
"I never would have thought I could do that..." Steve said, shaking his head.
Mike grinned. "Neither did I, man."
Another pause. Steve was thinking. Deciding. Decided.
"You know the definition of a true friend?" he asked.
Mike smiled, shaking his head. "No, what?"
"A true friend is a guy that goes out, get's two blow jobs, and comes home and gives you one." Steve finished the joke.
Both men broke up laughing for a second. Calmed again.
Steve slid down onto the floor beside his friend. "How about you lose those jeans?" he suggested.
Mike paused. "You don't have to, you know." he said. His voice belied the sexual hunger that was obviously boiling beneath the surface.
"I know." Mike smiled. "I want to."
Mike was stripping out of his confining denims in moments. As he slipped his briefs down, his erect cock sprang free, finally released. Steve was impressed. His friend's shaft was thick, and Mike guessed it must be more then seven inches in length, his circumcised crown slightly shiny with precum.
Several thoughts flashed through Mike's head in quick succession. Am I gay? Does this mean my marriage is over? They were just as quickly dismissed, though... he still felt the same way he always had; he desired women, always would. This was something different. This was... purely sexual.
Steve was lying back on his elbows now, watching Mike. Wanting his friend to make the first move. Mike didn't keep him waiting. He moved up between his friend's spread legs, his hand reaching to touch another man for the first time in his life. As his fingers closed around Steve's shaft, his friend groaned quietly. Mike slid his thumb up the line that led to the base of Steve's crown, rotating and pressing when he reached it, knowing that this was the most sensitive spot. He grinned as Steve gasped, arching his back in reaction, hips pressing up.
Mike noticed his friend's eyes were closed, and he was starting to breathe faster. He stroked his hand down, pulling Steve's cock up and out, and took the plunge, pulling his friend's crown between his lips. As he did, Steve groaned, much louder this time, and his hips twitched, instinctively trying to push his cock deeper. Mike moved with it, though, stroking his friend while he circled his tongue beneath the ridge of his crown. He could taste the salty flavor of his friend's skin, and something else. The taste of Steve's precum wasn't what he had expected; he really didn't know what he had expected, really, but the taste wasn't bad at all. Almost neutral. Well then. One less thing to worry about.
Steve's hands came down, now, into Mike's hair, his fingers pressing lightly, urging his friend to the motion that would bring him to climax. Mike understood; finding that perfect rhythm for someone else was not something that comes naturally. He followed his friend, noting that Steve's breathing was becoming ragged, his hips twitching now more and more often as Mike's lips, tongue, and fingers pressed and stroked.
Mike could feel Steve's arousal reaching new levels. His cock was harder, his gasps coming more often, signs that Mike recognized from his own experience. He was surprised to find that he was hard again himself, and as he sucked and stroked Steve's shaft, one hand slipped down and he began stroking himself, almost unconsciously. He stopped himself after a few moments, however, finding his control slipping.
He wanted to focus completely on his friend's pleasure, especially this first time. Now he began to experiment a bit, twisting his hand along Steve's shaft as he stroked. He knew he liked that motion himself, and was rewarded with an even louder groan of appreciation. Steve's cock was now leaking precum down his throat, and Mike knew he was almost there. Just a few more strokes, like this. Swirling his tongue around Steve's crown, his hand sliding the full length of Steve's cock, returning again and again.
Steve body shook suddenly, his hands pulling Mike hard. Mike did his best to relax his throat, letting his friend press as deeply as he needed, still pressing his tongue to the base of the cock filling his mouth, sweeping back and forth. Steve cried out, a wordless, guttural roar, as his orgasm swept over him, and Mike felt Steve's cock begin the sudden, spasming throbs he knew so well. Always before, these throbs had been felt through his hands, as he brought himself to orgasm, so many times since puberty.
Now for the first time, he was feeling them in his mouth, his lips. His own cock throbbed in anticipation, and he held his friend's shaft as deeply as he could, swallowing instinctively when he felt Steve's cum spurt into his throat. Again, it wasn't as bad as he'd be afraid. Soon the flow lessened, Steve's hips relaxing, his hips resting back to the carpet. So too his fingers, holding tight before, now loosened. Mike swallowed once more, sucking gently, then slowly he let Steve's cock slip out a bit. Not completely, though... he held his friend between his lips, slowly releasing him a bit at a time, remembering the aftershocks that often accompanied his own orgasms, those delicious throbs that shook a man to the core. Finally, with one last lick of his friend's crown, he let Steve's cock slip free. It was now half the size it had been, quiet evidence of his friend's contentment.
Finally he spoke. "So... how was I?"
Steve's smiled, his eyes still closed. "You're a natural, my friend", then he barked a laugh.
Mike laughed with him. He was quiet for a moment, then continued. "So," he began. "Is that the only thing you tried that night?"
Steve grinned again, sitting up on his elbows. Mike didn't try to hide the fact that his own cock was once again very hard. "Okay, so we did try a few other things."
Mike's eyebrows raised again. "Really?"
"Mm-hmm. Let's just say my eyes were opened quite a bit that night."
"Just your eyes?" joked Mike.
"Mmm. More than just my eyes. I'm not sure you're ready for that step, though."
Mike was already moving, though. Even as the words were leaving Steve's mouth, Mike leaned in, sliding his knees up, between the still spread legs of his friend. Steve was not expecting the move, but when Mike's very hard cock pressed up against his own, he realized that perhaps his friend was not quite finished for the night. Mike spat some of Steve's lingering cum into his palm, coating his own cock with it in a couple of deft movements, then locked eyes with his friend.
"You were saying?" he said, very quietly.
Steve paused for a moment, considering. Then he reached down, grasping Mike's now rigid cock. He swallowed. Then grinned. "All right. Just go slow, okay?" Mike noticed a slightly hoarse level in his friend's voice... as if an underlying desire for this was being answered.
Mike nodded, pulling his hips back a bit. Steve pressed Mike's cock down, beneath his own. With his other hand, he licked his fingers, reached down, spreading it around his anal ring. Then he guided the crown of Mike's cock, nudging it against his ass. He waited until his friend began to press in; as he did, Steve pushed out, deliberately relaxing his anal muscles as much as possible. He remembered the advice from that night... "Push like you're trying to take a shit...". Crude, but effective. As he did, he felt the crown of Mike's cock begin to slide inward.
He pushed harder, not sure he could take it, but then he heard Mike gasp, felt his crown pass through that tight initial barrier, then sliding more easily. To Mike's credit, he moved slowly, gently stroking in, then out, remaining inside Steve. Soon Steve passed the uncomfortable stage, and nodded to his friend, silent agreement. Mike lengthened his stroke, sliding out until only the crown of his cock was still inside, then back, pressing a little deeper with each return.
The pressure on Steve's prostate now started to have its effect; Steve's cock was hardening again, and he began to stroke it. Seeing this caused Mike's own arousal to jump to an even higher level. Steve lifted his legs, widening them a little more, while Mike pressed deeper still, each stroke of his cock sweeping him closer to the edge of his next climax. This time his rise was more controlled; having cum once already, he was able to take his time, building slowly with each stroke. He began to feel that tingle, the twinge deep inside, but was still firmly in control.
At least, until he felt Steve's legs tighten around his own. Felt his friend's lips press to his shoulder, Steve's teeth graze his skin in a kiss. His friend was now responding to each movement, each thrust, pulling Mike's hips tighter against his own, his cock deeper into Steve's ass. Mike turned his head slightly, to see Steve's eyes were closed, his hand moving on his own cock, already lost in his own rapidly approaching orgasm. It was too much; Mike's control was suddenly gone, and he plunged deep into his friend rapidly, groaning loudly as waves of pleasure flooded his senses. Steve's own orgasm triggered a moment later, and he came, his cum shooting up to splash onto his chest.
Both men slowed, then, shuddering, shaking. Mike held himself deeply within Steve, feeling each pulse, each breath, each shared heartbeat. He hadn't expected to get this close, somehow. He didn't know what he was feeling now. But it wasn't anything he'd felt before. Finally he felt his own cock relaxing, and he slowly slid out of Steve's ass, until finally released, he collapsed sideways, onto his back, beside his friend.
After a quiet few moments, Steve rolled onto his side. Finally he moved his hand, reaching out. Placed it on his friend's chest. Mike covered it with his own... and held it there.
