Shane searched my face with those serious, bright blue eyes and said, "But, you're not gay, right?"

"I, I..ah..." I stammered, not being quite sure what to say. My dick was stiff as a poker in my pants, and just about to explode. But if a great big loud "yes I am" wasn't the answer he wanted to hear, I didn't want to get my feelings hurt or my ass kicked. Or even worse, lose our close friendship. After nine long years of us being apart, I was happy as a hooker on holiday to have him back in my life. But I didn't want fracture the great respect and trust he had for me if his macho mind saw me as nothing but a faggot.

Without a word or the slightest indication, Shane lightly slid his hand across my thigh until it reached the tented crotch of my khaki pants. "If ya ain't Gay, dude, why is your cock so stiff and leaky? Huh? Did my story turn your ass on?"

With that mocking question, came a great big generous grin spreading brightly across that handsome, sex-obsessed face. Unselfconsciously he began to lustily rub the pre-cum-soaked material of my pants, and the rock-hard penis beneath it. Obviously I hadn't hidden my raging, leaky penis from him well enough. Or did something deep inside me really want him to see it?

I struggled to remain detached from his touch. Was he testing me? That was probably it, right? So I tried to pretend it was some jive-ass, Jersey City street joke. A part of me was a bit embarrassed, if not annoyed. But he was my best friend, and I was totally resolved to ride out this sudden wave.

Noticing no response from me, Shane, rubbed my twitching cock one last time and then removed his hand, saying, "Hey, it's OK, man. It's OK!"

"What do you mean, 'it's OK'?" I asked, looking away. I just couldn't look at him any more. I was just so fucking overcome with need and lust.

"You know, 'it's OK'!," began Shane. "You haven't told me about anybody special in your life, guy or girl, since I got here. And young dudes like us get horny, right? And I know you love me. I know you love me more than two buddies loving each other. Dontcha?! And you never tried to rape me when I was sleeping or anything like that, so...I'm just like saying.... It ain't no big deal, man! It's OK? Come on, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?"

I still couldn't look at him, so I just kind of shrugged. I was dizzy. I mean my head was swimming. I was unbelievably elated with explosive sexual anticipation. My entire body was on fire. Every inch of me trembled for the touch and taste of Shane.

"Do you ever think about doing anything with me?" he timidly asked.

There it was. The complete confrontation. All of a sudden all those wild sex imaginings I had had about him now seemed to be a source of immense guilt. It was almost as though I'd been fantasizing about sleeping with my own brother. I felt like a real perv. Quickly I closed my eyes. This isn't going right at all, I thought. For some reason I just wanted to get the hell out of there and go pick up the first male hustler that looked at me on Hollywood Boulevard.

I was instantly brought back from my self-loathing when I felt something at my cock. It wasn't a hard masculine hand this time rubbing at my precum-soaked crotch...I felt TEETH. Startled, I jumped, opening my eyes to find Shane's mouth sucking over my clothed cock. He was nibbling and chewing on the front of my pants in search of my thrashing penis. I looked at him in complete shock. He looked back at me with those huge, sparkling blue eyes of his.

"Shane....!?" I heard myself saying.

"Come on, man," he began, raising him lips away from my soaked pants, "I haven't had any ass since I got here; and a year before that!"

I allowed myself to absorb the intense hunger in his eyes that revealed an unbelievable urge and need for hot male on male action.

"I go clubbing, and lots of chicks, and lots of dudes, hit on me," he said, rubbing the side of his face against my stiff boner and easing his hands on my hips. "but all I can think about is getting' it on with you. I NEED to get off, and not just beat off. I gotta get laid. And the thought of getting it on with you makes me horny crazy nuts! It always had"

What?! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Here I am jonesing for him, and he's been jonesing for me too, all the time. It seemed my entire consciousness exploded bright with vision, swiftly catapulting me on to a new more insightful self-awareness. Also I began welling up with tears.

"Sean..." I began.

"Shut up," he shot back, "I gotta to see that cock, man! Come on, lemme see it! Lemme have it!"

He leaned forward and kissed my swollen cockhead through my khakis, still keeping me fixed in his hypnotic big blue eyes. "I...want...your...COCK!" he savagely announced as he tore at my pants. Un-zippering them, he dove his foraging hands down inside my briefs.

My cock leaped and strained beneath his scalding touch. "I want this!" he lustfully mewed as though he had just found the Hope Diamond. Sniffing it, kissing it, rubbing his face against it, he growled, "I want it in my mouth. I want it in my ass. So give it to me, goddamit!"

He was done talking. Without another word, he furiously undid my belt with is strong, perfect arms, and rapidly slid the leather strip out of its loops. Unsnapping my khakis he pulled them wide open. With one quick, hard yank he pulled down my pants. My cock sprang, pranced and sawed the air lasciviously, perhaps knowing what sort of splendid special pleasure it was about to experience.

My happy truncheon was all red and sticky and messy; totally slick and oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. My briefs and my belly were a mess with it. it had even pooled in my navel. I caught an intense whiff of my juice; that bleachy-starchy aroma, mixed with the aroma of my sex scent.

Faster than a speeding bullet, Shane dove right down on it. I threw my head back and moaned from deep inside my throat as I felt every inch of my rod hotly bathed in the steamy wetness of his mouth. It felt awesome. How could he be deep-throating me so easily like that? He sure as hell didn't look like a natural-born cocksucker. He held my rigid meat deep in his throat for several seconds, letting his hot thick tongue bathe it in exquisite wetness. His full sensual Brad Pitt lips enveloped my cock down at the hairy root. They wrapped snugly around the base of my throbbing rod, and I felt my sensitive cockhead slowly force itself further past his tonsils into his gullet. But his amateur status came into play when the intense pressure triggered his gag reflex, and he backed off a bit.

He smiled a great big sheepish little boy smile. The kind of smile he used as a sort of a declaration of victory when we were kids back in Jersey, when he'd get caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing - which was seventy percent of the time. And that smile served as a beacon that he was satisfying a great need that he had wanted to gratify for a long time.

Allowing my stiff cock to slide out of his mouth for a minute, he looked at it with unimagined adoration - kissed it, licked it, and then shoved it back inside that wet, steamy, gratifying orifice. I'll tell you, having all of my meat inside that beautiful mouth of his had me way over-the-moon and then some. The few times I'd had gay sex before never even come close to this experience. I was feeling a sincere closeness, a real meaning to what I was doing with Shane. I was not just having sex. I was being made love to by someone that I had gone to grade school with and had eaten mud pies with.

Just having my stiff rod getting wetly tantalized by his lips and tongue had me feeling like a king. While he devoured my meat, allowing me to savour the joy of having my dick in his mouth, he began to slide his hands beneath my ass. He grabbed, pulled on, and massaged my hard cheeks.

Gradually, he tightened his mouth around my cock and sucked down on it, slowly building pressure until he was sucking like a Hoover. I swallowed hard and tried to keep from coming right there. After furiously sucking me for all it was worth for a minute, he slowly eased up off it, letting his slick lips caress up my shaft until he was just sucking my meaty cockhead. Looking up, his smoldering blues eyes stared into mine, smiling that broad smile as he licked the tip of my leaking love-eye. The tip of his tongue traveled methodically all around the ridge of cockhead several times until in returned to slurping up the love juice that was escaping my love-eye.

Easing up and kneeling on the couch, he undid his baggy denim shorts and let them fall down to his knees. He wasn't wearing underwear. He now had the freedom to work on his own rigid meat while he was working on mine. He held me in his tempestuous gaze as his mouth worshiped my fat, meaty head between his lips. And as he salaciously licked my cockshaft with his voracious tongue, he simultaneously, pulled, jerked and massaged his own rigid prick in his right hand.

The scintillating action of his hot, wet tongue on my hyper sensitive cock had me moaning and whimpering like a bitch. Nobody had ever did me this good.

Across from the head of the couch, next to the front door, there's a full-length antique mirror where I primp each morning before heading off to the office. I looked past Shane into the mirror and saw his perfect peaches and cream ass up in the air as his blonde head bobbed up and down on my crotch. What an awesome sight. I had two Shane's doing me. What incredibly fuckable asses they both had!

I was out of my mind. Gasping and moaning and humping and writhing. My head was whipping back and forth as though I were having an epileptic seizure or something. Shane's head was also whipping back and forth, on my cock, round and round he went as he savagely worked on it. My best friend was an Ace cocksucker. My whole body sizzled and cooked with explosive lust. A scintillating fire shot from my balls to the burning hotness of Shane's talented mouth. I knew I couldn't take much more of this. But, I still wanted it to last forever, and forever and forever. It felt so damn good!

He was now making rousing muffled sounds with a timber that inspired further intense pleasure; making short wet moans and grunts as he hungrily blew me like a thousand dollar whore. I gazed down at his frantic hand working between his hard sweaty thighs, flogging his own rigid meat while he skillfully serviced his best friend's cock. Up, down, up, down, twisting round and round went Shane's handsome head in a single-minded obsession to make me feel ultimate of pleasure. My steely erection was almost numb with sheer pleasure, and I knew that he was loving this as much as me.

My cock was swelling beyond return now, close to violent eruption; and my tight, tortured, sperm-filled balls were begging intently for release.

I think he felt it coming too. Suddenly his grunts and moans became more urgent and I felt his body tensing. "Mmmmmmmmmph ..... mmmmmmmph ...MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" The thrashing he was giving his own cock had reached a fever pitch and I suddenly I felt a copious splattering of his burning-hot cum shoot all over my thigh, running down like little rivers onto the leather couch.

That pushed me over the edge. Bellowing like thunder I wildly pistoned my hips forward, up into Shane's face as I unselfconsciously exploded like a roman candle into his steamy mouth. Instantly he positioned himself for the onslaught, and began to greedily meet every jettison of sperm. I felt as though I were literally shooting my insides deeply up into him. I almost fainted dead away from the amazingly ethereal, if not inebriated, feelings I was experiencing. It was hawt! I could feel huge, thick hot loads of my seed shooting into his pleasuring mouth. He suddenly locked his mouth in a viselike-grip on my erupting cock, moaning with hedonistic elation, as I filled his steamy, watery cavern of a mouth, giving him every tasty drop that I could summon forth. I screamed uncontrollably as I shot over and over and over again into my good buddy's tight, wet mouth.

Finally, after what I knew to be only about 30 or 40 seconds, but seemed like an eternity of a blessed orgasm, I was spent. I completely collapsed there amid the pillows on the couch, blissfully resigned to the best orgasm I'd ever had.

In his mouth I could still feel my cock totally bathed in its own simmering juices, and he slowly took his time swallowing them. I had filled his mouth.

I opened my eyes and saw my good buddy's head still encased around my cock, hungrily swallowing and swallowing, sucking and sucking, in hopes of keeping my rod erect for as long as possible. Those mesmerizing blue eyes glanced up to lock intoxicating embrace with mine. I shuddered with sheer pagan exhilaration. If I were to die at this very moment, I would make no protest at all; because this, literally, felt like heaven.

His eyes and his mouth smiled. And as he did so, I saw a trickle of my juice escape his full sensual lips, despite his best efforts not to allow one iota of sperm escape his hunger. I could see him swallow; feel him swallowing -- my cockhead slightly, and deliciously, still imprisoned by his steamy throat and tonsils.

I smiled back. Then scooping up a load of his cum from between my leg and the sofa, I sucked it off my fingers. Releasing a huge, deep sigh, I felt totally sated.

Still holding my gaze with his smoldering eyes, Shane ever-so-slowly eased himself up off my cock; his full, soft, sensual lips sliding upward, giving me back my cock, inch by inch. Damn! That felt almost as good as cumming. I took in several pleasurable gulps of air as I felt my cock pulse out an extra half-swallow of oozing cum into his needy mouth.

Finally he licked and sucked the cockhead one last time and I was out of him. His handsome face glowing radiantly as he devilishly smiled at me. Opening his mouth wider I could see a load of my thick white cream still on tongue, mixed with his saliva. Some ran over his lips and down his chin. Quickly, I sat up, and leaning forward I licked it off, kissing him full on the mouth. I tasted my manjuice in his mouth.

We were very still for a moment; just quietly enjoying the afterglow.

"Oh, man, that felt sooooooooo incredibly good!" I finally said. "Thank you. I needed that!'

Shane laughed a little. "Yeah, me too, bro. You have an incredible cock," he said matter-of-factly. "There for a few minutes, thought I was gonna lose my mind with lust for it!"

He blew my mind. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

He sat there smiling at me as he played with my still erect phallus. Swallowing hard, he said, "That was a helluva a big load, man. I almost choked on it!"

"But looked like you got all of it.", I teased.

Shane nodded, grinning boyishly, "Well, I hope there's more where that came from."

"Oh, don't worry, there is," I laughed, "I like to think you're going to get a lot more of this dick in the future."

Squeezing my dick hard, he lets out with a "No! Noooooooooooooo, man! I mean right NOW! We're not finished yet, bro!"

I felt my eyes widen as I heard a "Huh?" fall out of my mouth.

Swiftly, he took my still hard cock in his hand and began to furiously pump on it. To my surprise I was getting horny as mutha flucka all over again.

Shane's beautiful blues burned with a new lust. He looked almost otherworldly. He had become more than handsome. My head swam in the power of him, my heart thundered with a need of him.

"You're gonna fuck me. That's what I'm saying, man.", he growled, as he turned around on the couch and got on all fours. With his ass to me, he began working his hips back and forth. His ass was PERFECT; peaches and cream pink, covered with a fine layer of peach fuzz. Damn! Just how long had I fantasized about having that piece of prime beef shoved in my face one day. Yup, I'll bet Justin Timberlake ain't got nothin' on my boy here. The cheeks were round and firm, and bubbly with a nice gathering of moist damp hair around his pin-prick of an asshole. This is one wholly fuckable butt, I thought, as I watched his little rosebud twitch and pucker at me. it looked so unbelievably tight. I got dizzy from anticipation. Oh, yeah, most definitely, there is a God!

"Please, bro, please. Give it to me," he said, looking back at me over his left shoulder. "Pound my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! I haven't been fucked since that I time I told you about. And all during that time, I was dreaming it was you who was poundin' my hole! I need you inside me, man! Please! Pleeeeeeeease!"

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