He was my best friend in school, and he was also the first guy I’d had a sexual encounter with. We were drunk and horny, watching porn and jerking off. It was hardly anything, but he let me touch him. It created a bit of awkwardness after that, and we eventually went our own ways. We both got married and had kids, and I continued experimenting with men I hooked up with. I often thought about my buddy, how his cock felt in my hand, how the cum shot from his dick and long white strands. It always made me hard.
I went down to a local bathhouse for a steam, looking for some cock to play with. This was a known gay pick-up spot. I paid for a small private room, where I undressed and wrapped myself in a towel. I walked down the hall, entered the steam room, and sat down. There were a few other men, and I sat where I could prominently display my interest. I pulled back my towel and slowly ran my fingers along the side of my semi-hard cock as I sized up the other men. The door opened, and there he was; it was my buddy. I was surprised as could be, as I always figured he was ashamed of what happened between us. But if he was here, he was looking for cock.
He sat down across from me and looked straight at me, and then at my hardening erection. He was impassive, but he pulled his towel off, revealing himself. His cock was just how I remembered it and just as hard. I wanted to leap across the room and take it, but instead we stared at each other and stroked off. I wasn’t sure how far he was prepared to go, but I didn’t want him to lose his nerve. I got up and walked up to him. He let go of his erection, and I took him in my hand. I tugged a little, and he started leaking. I suddenly remembered where we were and that we weren’t alone. I nodded my head toward the door and tugged on his dick. He stood and let me lead him away by his erection, which caused a bit of a stir.
I led him down the hall and into my room. I was about to say something when he grabbed hold of me and pulled me closer and kissed me before I could. I was surprised, but I was so ready for this. I had fantasized about it. Now I was going to suck on his cock and milk out a load into my mouth this time. I dropped to my knees, and it didn’t take long before I had him hanging on the edge. I had my hands on his ass as he thrust into my mouth. He reached down and moved my hand, encouraging me to play with his ass. That made my cock drool. I started rubbing his hole, when he groaned. He pulled his dick from my mouth, stared down at me and took a few quick strokes and then fired off in my open, waiting mouth. I tried to move my hand from his butthole, but he grabbed my hand to stop me. If that’s what he wanted, I had a better idea. I spun him around. He understood and spread himself for me. I poked at his hole with my tongue, and the started eating his ass passionately. He started to moan before pulling me to my feet.
I knew what he wanted. I wanted that, too. I grabbed the lube from my bag and slathered it over myself as I stepped in behind him. I pressed into him, and I slowly slid inside him. This was clearly not his first time; somehow, I found that disappointing. It did allow me to full-on fuck him, though. This is what I really needed. After all the cum I’d spilled thinking about this moment, I wasn’t going to last long here. I kneaded his ass as I watched myself slide in and out of him, loving the way his cock swung beneath him, cum still dripping. I leaned forward and pressed my chest against his sweaty back as I drove down into him. The dream had become a reality as I pumped him full of cum. We never talked about it much, but we did meet regularly after that. Who knew that it would take more sex to repair the friendship, finally?
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