Oral Friends Five – Double Suck
This is the fifth story in the Oral Friends series. Each story stands on its own I believe but the characters carry through them all and sometimes incidents from previous stories are mentioned. This story is pure fantasy, as have all my previous ones been. I've been very pleased with the reception my stories have received. Thanks to all who have emailed or commented publicly. It is because of your feedback that authors continue to write.
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Hi, my name is Phil. I have a best friend, Rich, who has been my friend with benefits for the last few months. We've explored our cocksucking fantasies with each other and have driven ourselves to new heights of enjoyment. We're only interested in sucking cock and swallowing a hot load of cum. We're not gay; we don't find ourselves looking to pick up guys at the mall or anything like that. I couldn't see myself telling Rich that I love him in the heat of passion. We're both married, very happily, to wonderful women with whom we have an active and satisfying sex life. Our times together are our way of satisfying an itch our wives can't; being sucked off by a guy.
I'd like to tell you about our most recent meetings where we tried to satisfy a new itch that Rich had developed.
We'd been visiting each other's houses a couple of times a week for a quick suck. It was fun, exciting and didn't involve a lot of time. In all this time we've never done anything in the house when our spouses were home. We'd always go out to the garage, under various pretenses, to have our fun. I didn't know it at the time but Rich wanted to raise the stakes a bit and try to suck me off with my wife upstairs. I'm kinda glad he didn't tell me what he was going to do before he did it because I probably would have talked him out of it and I would have missed out on one of the hottest experiences of my life.
We have a finished basement with a TV area at one end and a pool table at the other. I was downstairs shooting pool when I heard the doorbell ring. A few minutes later Rich walked down the stairs.
"Hey, Buddy," I said "want to shoot a little stick?"
He looked at me with a grin I'd come to know very well recently. "I'd like to suck a little stick, if you know what I mean."
"Here?" I said a squeak in my voice.
"Yes, right here," Rich said as he walked over to me and ran his hand over my rapidly hardening cock. "I see you don't think this is such a bad idea, do you?"
"I'll admit, I'm excited, but geez, what if Marilyn came down here?"
"You know she never comes down here while we're shooting pool, she hates the game. Besides the door is closed, we'd hear her if she did."
He grabbed the front of my pants and dragged me to the other end of the room where he sat on the couch, stopping me in front of him.
"Come on, get your cock out, your wasting time!" Rich whispered.
I knew I'd regret this, one way or the other, but right now I knew I'd regret it if I didn't follow his orders. I unzipped my fly and hauled my cock and balls out through the opening.
"I'm not dropping my pants, you can suck it like this or not at all," I said with a hiss.
"No problem, Buddy. You know it's too bad you can't walk around like that all the time, your cock looks really good hanging out of your pants like that."
I groaned at the thought of walking around like this with other people around and my cock twitched at the thought. I'd have to give this some more thought for our next fishing trip!
Rich moved his face closer to my cock, nudging his lips with my head. He liked to use his mouth only, no hands, so he took his time rubbing my cock all over his face before he took me fully into his mouth. I loved the feeling of my cock in my friend's mouth. It was so different to the feeling I got when my wife blew me. It wasn't better or worse, just different. I suppose it comes from having a guy do it. We know what we like and we do that, plus the technique is different, a little rougher so to speak. There's nothing like five o'clock shadow scratching my nuts when Rich runs his tongue up and down my cock.
I knew this couldn't take long, and to be honest the situation was driving my lust to new levels. It wasn't many minutes later before I felt that familiar tingle in my nuts, signaling my impending orgasm.
I'd been pretty complacent for most of the time he'd been sucking but I wanted to be a more active participant. I wanted to control the timing of my orgasm. I looked down and saw that Rich had his eyes closed, savoring the feelings of sucking my cock.
I put my hand on his head, getting his attention. He opened his eyes, looking up at me. "I need to fuck you," I whispered. He groaned and closed his eyes again, silently giving me permission.
I grabbed his head with both of my hands and started to really fuck his mouth. Rich held on to my hips as I picked up my pace. My balls were stuffed hard against my cock, unable to hang due to their position outside my pants. With each thrust into Rich's mouth my balls banged up against his chin. It was almost painful, but it hurt so good, if you know what I mean. I felt my come rising and pushed my cock fully into his mouth just as the first spurt exited the head of my cock.
"Uh, I'm cumming, Rich!" I whispered with a growl. I jammed his face into my crotch as the cum poured into his mouth. I could feel him swallowing, trying to keep up with the flow, not wanting to lose a drop. All too soon I was empty and I slowly slid my cock out of his mouth. Rich was panting from the excitement of the blowjob he'd just given me.
"God that was hot, Rich!" I said as I put my softening penis back in my pants.
"It sure was Phil. I love it when you take charge like that. I feel like such a slut, getting mouth fucked like that!" Rich said with a smile.
"Yeah, you're a slut all right, you're my slut! I'll give you all the mouth fucking you want, all you have to do is ask," I said seriously.
"I'll keep that in mind," Rich said with equal seriousness.
I was a bit thirsty after all that 'exercise' and I had to think Rich was too. "Hey, you want a beer or something?"
"I'd like a soda, if you don't mind. Joan and I are going out later and I don't want to drink before then."
I ran upstairs and got us two sodas. Returning to the basement I found Rich shooting at the rack I'd been working on before he arrived. Tossing him his soda I picked up my stick and we finished the rack. Rich had to go after that, he'd just stopped by for a quick suck, though I didn't know that when he'd first arrived, and he needed to get going.
I walked upstairs with him and saw him to the door and bade him goodbye. I found my wife in the living room reading a book.
