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Reading the first part of this story is highly recommended.
This story is primarily about homosexual play between married men with understanding wives. There is a small amount of heterosexual content, but it still seemed best suited to the "gay male" category.
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The college years were easily some of the most fondly remembered in my life. Responsibilities were few, friends were new, and opportunities to explore were many. There were rough patches, and my early struggle with the freedom to explore sex in different ways caused some unnecessary drama. A few experiences with anonymous blow-jobs heightened a previously repressed fascination with cock that threatened a truly stable relationship. Fortunately, I had friends who helped me see the situation for what it really was. I had a mistaken notion that thinking about dick was the same as being gay. That idea was so off-base, that even my gay friends were telling me to get my head on straight. My girlfriend and my roommate both showed remarkable patience and stuck by me while I learned to put things in perspective. As the years rolled-on, and our lives took different turns, the one constant was my girlfriend, Pam. More than anyone else, she not only accepted my behavior, but delighted in my willingness to explore. My roommate, Kevin, played a huge part as well, though he often questioned the darker side of his personality that arose from those experiences.
It's been five years since we graduated college, but many of the friendships forged there remain strong. Pam and I finally accepted that we were better together than apart and got married two years ago. We have a one-year-old son, a house with a mortgage, and the typical suburban lifestyle. Family life has naturally become our main focus, but Pam and I still get time to ourselves and enjoy each other more than ever. Any sexual interests beyond my wife quickly faded. Our intimate life is very satisfying, and the joy of being a Dad consumes more of my thoughts. That's not to say that some guy at the gym doesn't catch my eye from time-to-time...but it's fleeting, and nothing I feel the need to act upon.
Kevin and Lydia broke-up not long after graduation. She took a job several states away, and the long-distance romance wasn't working for either of them. We hear from Lydia a few times a year, and she seems happy with a career-focused lifestyle. Kevin lives only a few hours away, and we often meet for dinner when he's passing through town. After a string of bad girlfriends, he seems to have found someone that can put-up with his moods. Sophie is strong-willed and knows how to reign-in Kevin's impulsiveness.
It was during one of Kevin and Sophie's visits that events of the past resurfaced again. Things had gotten so comfortable over the years that the care-free college days rarely came-up in conversation. Pam's parents agreed to watch Tyler while we went out to dinner, so the girls had left to drop him off and do a little shopping. Kevin and I were in the basement where I have a large-screen TV and a small bar. With a playpen in the corner, it was more of a family room than a man-cave.
"I think she's the one, man." Kevin blurted out while sitting on a bar-stool and drinking a beer. "I'm popping the question next weekend."
"Good for you! I'm glad you're taking the plunge, dude." I said, smacking his back before taking the stool next to him. "You two seem perfect for each other."
"It's taken a while to find someone who can embrace my darker side. But she knows how to handle me." He replied, swigging his beer.
"What the hell are you talking about? You into killing puppies or some twisted shit?" I asked jokingly.
Kevin just stared at the wall for a few moments, seemingly lost in his thoughts. "Naw...you know how it is...I have a rougher-edge sometimes. She's funny, smart, and smoking-hot in bed. Most of the time it's tender and romantic...but she doesn't mind a little assertiveness on the side."
Now it was my turn to stare at the wall. Yeah...I did know about his "rougher edge"...but hadn't thought about it in years. Still, I was glad that Kevin found the right match. "Well...that's great news, man. Pam will be thrilled...she really likes Sophie."
"It kind of worries me, though. It's been a long time since I've allowed that side of me to surface...most women aren't into it all. Neither of us is into whips and chains or any of that shit...but her letting me play that way has brought other thoughts to mind." Kevin rose from the stool and stood in front of the bar, still looking toward the wall.
"As long as you both know your limits and don't allow things to become violent...then good for you guys. It's all good if you're both into it." I offered, not really knowing what to say. A conversation about his sex-life was not what I expected.
"Oh no...I'd never hurt her...it's not about pain for me. I always know what "no" means, and it's not something either of us wants all the time." Kevin turned to face me, still holding his beer. "You know what it's like to want something...just not all the time."
"Um...yeah...I guess I do. People change...situations change...just part of life, I suppose." I stammered, seeing the serious look on Kevin's face.
"True...but some things always stay with us...become a part of us." Kevin took the last swig of his beer and firmly placed the bottle on the bar. "You're still the best cock-sucker I've ever met."
After all this time, I wasn't expecting him to make any mention of that. I chuckled nervously before speaking. "I guess we've all done some weird shit in our lives...and then we move on."
"Uh-huh...well, I'm thinking it's time for you to move onto your knees." He said gruffly.
"I...uh...hey, man...that's been a century ago." My words were halting and weak as I watched Kevin open his jeans and lower the zipper. All of us had stayed fit and active over the years, and Kevin looked better than ever. This came completely out of the blue, and yet my cock twitched at the thought of seeing something that I pushed into long-neglected memories.
"I bet it's like riding a bike...you never forget how." Kevin said, just standing there with his pants open and a growing bulge becoming visible through the denim fabric. "Get busy, Mike. This shit is still just between us...I don't want Sophie to come back and see you polishing my knob."
"I'm married, with a kid, man...this isn't happening." I said, moving off the stool.
Kevin quickly grabbed my shirt with one hand while securing my left wrist with the other. Within seconds he forced my hand against the bulge in his jeans, and began pushing down on my shoulder. "I still haven't heard that one simple word...and I'm guessing I won't."
I could have said "no", but seemed unable to summon the word from my mouth. Kevin's pressure on my shoulder was substantial, but not enough to keep me from moving away. I hesitated, clumsily dropping to my knees and stared at the scene only inches from my face. The view only lasted a moment before Kevin put a hand behind my head and pushed my face into his crotch. He twisted his hips, rubbing the cloth-covered shaft of his prick against my face. I wasn't even thinking...instinct had taken over, and I found myself gnawing at the outline of his cock.
