His name is Chris, he's twenty six and he's always had a thing for me. So when I asked him if I could stay over for a few nights to let my wife calm down, he instantly said yes. We went out the same night and drank in local bar, before returning to his apartment. Asking me earlier in the bar why we'd argued, I lied and told him it was over finances. But in truth, it had been because I'd wanted to have sex, and she didn't, AGAIN.
In his apartment I corrected the lie and told Chris the truth. Looking directly into my eyes, he said "I'd never refuse you sex. in fact if you want to fuck me now, you can".
I wasn't in anyway shape or form gay. So even as I stood over him offering up my hardening cock, I didn't understand why I was doing it. All I knew as he'd posed the offer, I'd become erect and Chris saw my bulging shorts. His cheeky grin and his doe eyes enticed me and I flopped out my cock right there in front of my sitting friend.
Chris took it imediately, opened his mouth and sucked it in. It was though I'd done it a thousand times, and it just seemed so natural to have a guy sucking away on my cock. And by Jesus is Chris amazingly good at sucking cock.
By the time I was brimming to cum, with Chris taking to the point of ejaculation, then releasing my cock to suck on my balls, I was so ready to fuck him.
Knowing I was desperate to cum, my buddy of eight years told me "If you want to cum, it'll have to be up my asshole". As soon as he said it, he removed his clothing, knelt up on the couch in front of me, smeared what I later learned was lube all over his asshole and turned to me. He smiled, told me he was safe and then spread his cheeks.
It wasn't even a contest of wills. I stood right up to him, put my throbbing cock head to his asshole and thrust in. His asshole gave way instantly and my cock drove all the way into his body, as he sighed with acceptance and I guess, sexual relief.
The feeling and sight of my cock disappearing up a guys ass, didn't in any way look of seems abhorrent. It felt utterly awesome and I loved how his hole enveloped my cock. Fucking harder and harder with each thrust, my friend turned his head and said "You cannot believe how many times I've tossed myself off, thinking of you fucking me like this. Now fuck me!".
Three times. That's how many times I came inside of Chris that night. I didn't last too long fucking him doggy like that, as I'd been taken to the brink too many times previously. Yet Chris and I just carried on. once I'd cum inside of him, he trurned around and gathered me in. Lay on top of him, he brought my face to his and we kissed. Our hands roamed over each other and still kissing for an age, my cock rose again. Without thinking about it, I slid my cock back into him as we lay missionary kissing, and I beagn to fuck my best friend all over again.
It has to be one of the, if not the most intense, most intimate sexual times I've ever had during that missionary fuck. Not once throughout the entire fuck did we break off from the kiss. It's the first time I'd ever done it and it turned me on so much. Building upto another orgasm, with my mouth almost eating his, Chris humped into me, murmured and I felt his hot sticky cum coat the tiny gap between us. As I felt his hot cum slide in between us, I felt my orgasm rising. It was then I heard my phone buzz and I came for a second time inside of my new lover.
leaving everything where it was, we moved into his bedroom. It was there I did something I now adore doing with Chris, I went down on him sucking his cum coated cock and knew at that point there was for me, no going back to just a hetro lifestyle.
We'd fallen asleep with Chris snuggling into me as I hugged him from behind. It was in that position in the middle of the night, I woke up with a hard on. Slipping it into his ass from behind, I heard him say "Fuck yeh" and proceeded to fuck Chris spooning and kissing him at the same time. When I came inside his ass yet again, he arched his back, and told me "Now you're mine too".
The following morning he was up and about before me. I asked him to bring me my phone and looked at it as he went about sorting out some breakfast and coffee for us. Looking at my phone, I saw a load of massages from my wife, and most of them were messages of her sorrow at our argument and her basically apologizing for not wanting sex. I did feel slightly guilty, yet I also knew no matter what, there would be no going back for me.
A shower, breakfast and one of the longest most amazing blow jobs I've ever had later, Chris and I went out just to get out. I stayed at Chris's one more night. A night where we had sex which was even more involved than the night before. I did something I'd not even done with my wife, I rimmed his asshole before fucking him, and found I absolutely adored his sweet tasting ass.
My wife and I are back together, yet her need for sex has if anything, diminished even further. We no longer argue about it, as I'm now visiting Chris when I want. He only has sex with me, so I know I'm safe. All the aame I get myself checked out, but only to reinforce my mind about fucking him bareback. I know if you can ever know anyone, that Chris would never risk us. So with my wife settled and happy with not having sex, I'm more than happy to fuck Chris whenever I need the man love I now adore.


