It was two years ago on a lovely June summers afternoon that I met up with Steven, we hadn't seen each other for about sixteen years when we had left school and like many of our friends had gone our own ways and lost touch with each other.
Steven looked just as he had the last time I saw him, wavy dark brown hair with natural light streaks, clear skin and of a slim athletic build due to the football he played and the training that went with it, he also looked about six or seven years younger than the thirty two that he was.
We were at a pre wedding stag party and were both pleasantly surprised to see each other, we had a few drinks and then mingled with other friends who introduced us to guys who were also friends of the groom to be.
During several hours of drink fuelled laughter the stag party subject of sex cropped up a few times and varying themes and tastes were discussed by the adventurous while eyebrows were raised by the reserved.
The usual topic of who enjoyed having their lady inserting a finger in their ass was at the fore quite often and Steven who had drunk quite a lot more than he was used to let everyone know how much he enjoyed feeling one of his wife's fingers stroking away at his prostrate while she wanked him off.
There were many guys there who enjoyed the same, some doubtlessly enjoyed fingering their own asses while stroking their cocks but didn't mention it in front of the other guys but Steven drew attention to himself by regularly making exaggerated sounds of appreciation of the pleasure he obviously received from having a stroking finger inside him.
I had ordered a taxi and made a point of saying goodbye to my old and new friends before I left and noticed that Steven was hovering around which gave me the impression that he wanted a few private words so I gave him a nod and we went out to the driveway where my taxi would pick me up and where we were out of earshot from the others.
Steven was unsteady on the steps leading to the driveway so I placed my right arm around his shoulders and suddenly his left arm snaked around my waist and pulled me in to him, we were cheek to cheek and hip to hip as we got off the last step.
Steven's left arm still hung around my waist while his right hand held onto my right wrist and slid down to hold my hand; I felt a shiver of excitement run through me due to the unexpected intimacy of being so close to a once close friend I hadn't seen for years.
"We've got a few things in common we have."
Steven said with the voice of someone who has drunk a lot and which he followed with a knowing wink,
"We need to keep in touch, know what I mean?"
Another large knowing wink,
"Okay then sexy,"
I said teasingly,
"Give me your number."
And I gave him a large wink and for all the wrong reasons I squeezed his pliable arse with my left hand.
His eyes were suddenly wide and his mouth opened but no words were forthcoming, the taxi arrived,
"Number sexy or it might be another sixteen years until we meet again."
I said to my slightly drunken friend,
Steven practically whispered his phone number to me and lurched backwards, I entered his number into my phone and decided that I couldn't leave him here on his own in the semi helpless state he was in so I helped him into the taxi and began the homeward journey.
Steven hadn't moved far from our old stamping ground and I was able to make sure he got home safely, his wife opened the door and into his house he went, a cold atmosphered house I would have though by the look of his wife.
Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.
I left things hang for about two weeks and then I called Steven, he sounded uneasy on the phone and suggested that we meet up for a drink at a nice riverside bar not too far away where we could chew the fat as he put it.
Steven arrived the same time as I did but from the opposite direction which gave me a chance to look at his free and easy walk as his arms and legs swung along gracefully and the sun lit up his face.
I couldn't help but stare at his fit looking shapely legs which were bare except for the very tops which like his cute arse were covered by a pair of faded denim jeans which had been cut down into shorts which went well with the sky blue capped sleeve top with white and pale blue streaks running through it which ended just below his belly button.
I bought us two large Scotch's and we settled on a river facing bench neither of us speaking for a moment or two.
Our conversation began awkwardly for Steven as he felt rather shy when he recalled his loud and regular statements at the stag party regarding having his ass tickled and fingered but he soon overcame his awkwardness by the time he finished his first drink and began asking me about my own preferences but more importantly told me things which I would soon be able to use as the building blocks of something exciting.
Steven's marriage was a sexless marriage, his wife had slowly lost her desire to be fucked but had been happy to experiment in other ways to keep him sexually sated through various masturbatory techniques and ideas which culminated in Steven being fingered and wanked, oral sex was another thing his wife had lost interest in and as time went on his wife decided that sexual contact was no longer going to be part of their relationship.
Due to the mortgage and their children Steven had to suffer in silence, his loyalties to his children prevented him from walking out which meant his only sexual release came in the form of him fingering himself while having a wank.
Having listened to what he had said I thought it best to take the bull by the horns, he was vulnerable and needed a friend to steady him so I told him the truth in that as youngsters I had fancied him and had been afraid to tell him for fear of ridicule and rejection but had dreamed about being in bed with him and making love, squeezing his ass and kissing him in the showers after football and that I'd probably just been a mixed up unsure of his sexuality schoolkid but now that the cards were on the table I could open my heart.
