I awoke from an astonishing dream, a dream of absolute sexual satisfaction and complete sexual fulfillment; I was buoyant, happy. How could a dream bring on all the sensations I felt throughout my body?
I felt an orgasm overtake my semi conscious mind. My cock spewed a load of cum and I realized someone was manipulating my orgasm. I focused on a hand holding my cock, stroking it, and a mouth lapping my cum. Again, the feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment washed over me as I realized the hands and mouth providing me all this sexual happiness belong to Albert.
"Morning, Danny. You were poking me with this thing so I decided help relieve the pressure." Albert and I have known each other for years going back to our school days in high school and the years we spent in college. Albert never spoke openly about his desire for men; however, it was never a secret kept from me.
I do not consider myself gay, yet I do enjoy Albert's company. From the way my body feels, I enjoyed much more than his company last night. I remember Albert and I got some strong weed, we smoked, and got very wasted. I remember we drank several shells of kava kava and relaxed into each other. My mind cleared and my memory returned, Albert and I made love last night, he took me, fucked me, filled me with his love potion and just drank mine.
"Morning, Albert," I sighed smiling at him. "I feel wonderful this morning. I can't remember being satisfied like I am now. Can I offer you something in return?" I wanted Albert to fuck me. I had a vague memory of Albert's cock, not huge, yet between seven and eight inches long and about two inches thick.
Albert gave me one of his infectious smiles as he rose from the sheets displaying his magnificent manliness. He drew himself up across my torso, brought his face to mine and kissed me. I returned the kiss with no hesitation even tasting my cum on his lips and in his mouth made me tremble like a horny teen.
I drew my legs up high locking my ankles over the small of his back. I gyrated my hips upward to expose my waiting ass hole. Albert took the cue immediately, broke our kiss to align himself. When his tool broke through the rim of my ass hole, I rocked up against him making his length slip deeper. Albert thrust his weight against me and I was impaled on a shaft of blinding ecstasy. "Fuck me, Albert," I moaned grasping his body to mine, I was a horny teen on prom night begging.
Albert's arms wrapped behind my knees drawing my ass higher, giving him deeper penetration. I was panting and crying as he drove into me. Something was happening to me as Albert slid his hard shaft in and out. I can't explain the feeling overtaking me, I felt pressure building deep in my bowels then I exploded. I felt semen seeping from my cock as I pressed and squeezed Albert's cock. Between us, we were wet with semen as the pressure in my bowels continued forcing me to strain against Albert's thrusts. Albert began rutting and banging into me with erratic movements then he drove as deeply as he could. His cum coated my colon and we both went limp.
Resting in the other's arms, we kissed lightly. "Albert, why does everyone say, 'that was amazing' after making love? That was amazing!" Albert's cock still filled me as his cum seeped deeper in my bowels. I felt his movements, felt his cock slide against the walls of my rectum, he was not through fucking me.
Albert slid his full length out then drove in hard. He repeated his thrusts until my balls ached from the battering his hips gave them. If this was sexual abuse, I loved it. I wanted to speak but words were lost in the cries and moans we both shared.
Albert abruptly withdrew leaving me empty and wanting. "Roll over, Danny. Let me fuck you from behind." I couldn't roll over fast enough, I wanted Albert filling me with his cock, fucking me, I was not denied. Albert spread my legs exposing my already well fucked ass hole and with no hesitation Albert's cock filled me. The assault on my ass was vigorous for a few minutes, my prostate felt enlarged from the constant pressure.
I whimpered and cried as I experienced another strong pressure building in my bowels, and it happened again, semen streaming from my cock as I pressed and squeezed hard against the wonderful shaft that caused this release. Albert felt me pressing against him, squeezing his cock. With one mighty shove, I had him as deeply as his cock would go. Albert shouted out his orgasm as his cock expanded and contracted filling me with another load of his life serum.
As Albert softened and my ass hole contracted, my thoughts returned to my waking thoughts of complete sexual satisfaction and sexual fulfillment. Our recovery was slow as we basked in the afterglow of our sexual union. Albert became limp and his cock slipped from my ass. I clamped my sphincter muscles to retain his deposit in my ass. The squeeze made my cock react with a tiny squirt of semen as the last of the pleasure and pressure released me from my sexual high.
Albert's warm breath on the back of my neck made me shiver, then he spoke softly but deliberately, "Danny, last night and this morning make me realize just how much our friendship means. Have we crossed a line we cannot recover from?"
I heard more than his words, what he wasn't saying was more meaningful. "Yes, Albert, we crossed a line, together. What happened is exactly what we both wanted to happen. You are now and always have been an important part of my life and maybe I now know why."
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Last night was the culmination of all the years we've known each other. We met in high school, I played football and Albert was the student team manager, we became friends immediately. Through our high school years we hung out after Friday night games. Though Albert didn't date, there was never any need for him to justify why he didn't. I dated several girls but nothing was ever serious. I had my share of teen age sex although I wasn't the kiss and tell type. Even when I dated a girl known as easy, I kept what we did to myself.
One afternoon the summer between graduating high school and starting college Albert confided, "Danny, I think I am homosexual. I don't have a desire to be with women. I do desire men and have had a couple homosexual experiences."
The use of the word 'gay' to mean homosexual was not in use in this era and homosexual was a whispered word. We used hurtful words like homo and fag to demean anyone we didn't like or accused of being homosexual.
My feeling was that Albert expected me to make a joke of his admission and maybe I surprised him, "As long as we are still friends, I don't care. I sure won't say anything that hurts you."
It was several years later that society relaxed its moral judgement of homosexuals. Not yet fully accepted, and not completely rejected, people who are gay began coming out and so it was with Albert. After college he headed to Washington State for five years. We remained friends and used email and phone to stay connected.
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On a late Friday afternoon as I left my work place, Albert phoned. "Danny, I'm coming home, can I stay with you until I get my own place?" He knew that I didn't have a live in girlfriend and knew I would say yes.