"What the heck is wrong with you, Adam?" I laughed. "You seem way out of joint. You miss your wife or something?"
Like each summer for the past five, our wives and kids (his three daughters, my two) had already departed for Montana. Like each summer for the past five, we both had started getting a bit cranky without some occasional sex to keep us calmed down. It was a standing joke/excuse for both of us to get a little testy.
"Come on, pal, you can talk to me. We have been through a lot together over the last several years. I know the aggravation you endured over that tenure business and we spent endless hours on that business venture. Come on, what's eating you?"
Adam was now a tenured engineering professor at RIT, while I had a teaching position in computer science at Geneva College. We had collaborated on a couple of projects together in the local industrial community, one of which resulted in a shared patent that had made life a whole lot easier for both of us financially. We belonged to the same country club for golf, played basketball during the winter together and slow pitch softball in the summer.
"Hey, buddy, this is your best friend Mike talking here. I even told you about the incident with that lacrosse player." Adam smiled just a little as he remembered my genuine shock when the lacrosse jock came on to me during a private tutoring session.
The jock stud had come up behind me and slipped his hand in the crack of my ass starting up high near my back and pushing against the seam of my jeans deep into my crotch. The jock had told me in no uncertain terms that I was hot, that he wanted to suck my cock for me, and was I interested?
Since we were at home in my private computer lab, I told the jock that if I was going to let him suck my cock, it had better be good. He just smiled as he leaned into me and kissed my neck as he unbuckled my jeans and then went down on my cock. He did not disappoint. It was in fact the best blow job I had ever gotten, including a full deep throat treatment. Adam was a little stunned when I told him about that but he just ended up laughing about it.
"You know that you are as close to me as a brother. We've shared just about everything two guys can share." Honestly, Adam had become the brother to me that my older brother, the world's number one self-absorbed prick, could never be. We shared all those things that most guys just cannot share with their wives, like the passion for sports, the singular joy of a dad in his love and pride over his daughters, the frustration of a wife's sexual passion gone stone cold, the sense of a team accomplishment in a joint product development that actually benefited people and even the necessary hug when no one else understood the isolation that many men face.
"Look, Adam, I am not going to beg you. Come on, man, what's eating you? You're a guy and I'm a guy and there's nothing you can't share with me. What is it?"
Adam looked at me with a look I had never seen before from him and I was having trouble processing it. What the heck was going on? Was he seriously ill? Was he having marital problems? What was wrong? "I am struggling with something, my friend, really struggling..."
Adam pushed away from the table and walked to the stairs leading down to his family room. For a mechanical engineer, he had a lot of emotion and it was not at all uncommon for him to turn away to hide his emotions. He disappeared down the short flight of stairs to a lower section of his large home where his family room was.
I followed him down the stairs and approached him as he stood in front of the couch. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the darker room and I actually walked right into him. I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him back toward me.
"Hey, buddy, come one, what's wrong?" My desire to know what was bugging my friend and my brother was genuine and sincere. I really did care what was wrong, and Adam sensed it.
He looked me straight in the eye, and this time I recognized that look. It took my breath away as I realized what was really going on in his mind and heart. "You need to know something, Mike. I am going to tell it to you straight. I want your honest response."
My heart was hammering in my chest and the pounding of the blood in my ears made me speak louder than I needed. "I'm listening, buddy" I replied as I leaned toward him.
"I don't know how you are going to take this but here it is..."
"Say on, Adam, you can trust me." My heard pounded and my voice must have sounded squeaky as I tried to keep my own emotions in check.
"There is just something about you, Mike. I don't know how else to say this so here it is: You turn me sexually, and I want you."
Once I recognized that look just moments ago, I knew what was in store. The analytical part of my brain began processing all of the complications of his statements. I slammed the door on the complications and just said, "Wow, no shit?"
