A/N: Another CENTON one-shot. I love this couple!
Disclaimer: I own neither John nor Randy, nor their mentioned families!
When the phone rang, I knew it had to be John. With my wife and daughter gone for the week visiting her Grandmother, and his wife away on a business trip, I knew he would be bored and itching to do something. I was really hoping for something like a game of basketball in my yard, or biking at the trails but I knew better. He and his wife, Liz, had bought a very nice older home that needed some updating, and John was constantly knocking down or painting walls. I was not only his best friend for the last ten years, but also his favorite home improvement buddy. I expected it when he bought the house here in St. Louis. There wasn't much one or the other of us couldn't do around the house, so I didn't mind helping. I just wasn't sure I was in the mood for a face full of plaster dust again.
"Randy, best buddy of mine! I know you're home alone looking for things to do this week so have I got an offer for you!" John said, sounding like his overly enthusiastic self.
"Wow, it took all of two hours after Sammy left before you called me. Your response time is getting really slow."
"Believe me, I would have called earlier, but I had to run to Home Depot to get supplies. You know; lumber, drywall, beer, corn chips."
"Sounds like I've already agreed to this offer. Given the shopping list, I suppose were not having a little one-on-one game."
"You are correct, my friend. You know how much I admire your home improvement skills. I wouldn't think of hiring anyone else."
"Well I'm sure you'll agree to my new rates. Seeing as you had free labor the first time around." I said as sarcastically as I could manage.
"Hell, I'll give you five times what you got before plus the room and board so you don't have to make that half-hour drive back and forth to your house every day."
"Fine, it's a deal. I'll be there in a couple of hours."
After a few more minutes of chit chat, I hung up the phone and began collecting what I needed for what was sure to be a solid week of hard labor. I can say with near certainty that I wouldn't do this for anyone but John. We met in OVW, a sort of wrestling training camp, and become instant friends. When there, we lived in the same building and had classes together. Now that we made it to the big show, we were closer than ever. In a place where you had to always watch your back, it was nice to have a friend like John who I could trust wholeheartedly.
Life has overall been good to us. John has been married for two years, and I've been married three. Our wives are beautiful ladies with strong minds and careers of their own. The fact that our wives also get along so well has only made our friendship even better.
Pulling into my friend's driveway, I could tell I was getting into a huge project. Drywall was stacked waist-high in the garage along with new tubs, toilets, and cabinetry. He must have been planning this well before Liz left. We got to work almost immediately and spent the first day removing the old bathroom fixtures, tearing out drywall, and making a huge mess.
Later in the day after we finished working, I stepped out of the only working shower and wrapped a towel around my waist as John came in and started peeling out of his dust and sweat soaked clothes. Seeing each other nude certainly wasn't anything new, as we often showered at the gym before we came home and wrestled almost half naked when working. I thought nothing of it as I left the room and headed for bed.
"See you in the morning man. I'm exhausted!"
"No problem! Plan to pass out myself." John replied as he stepped into the shower.
Sleep came quickly as I nodded off just minutes after hitting the bed. At about 2 AM, I woke up to go to the bathroom. As I walked down the hallway to the only working bathroom in the house, I passed John's room. His bedroom door was open and I realized John had the TV set on as the glow flashed across the walls. I could clearly hear the soundtrack coming from the TV. He was obviously watching some porn in bed, and the sounds from the set were the usual moaning, groaning and panting. I didn't want to disturb or embarras him; hell, we all need a good jerking off session from time to time. Just a little curious about the feature presentation, I crept around the corner and looked at the flickering screen. John wasn't in my line of sight, but what I saw on the TV left me more than a little shocked. The typical bleach-blond bimbo was getting the usual pounding from a hung guy...but the guy was also sucking another dude's cock. All the years I knew him, I never knew John as being anything other than completely straight as an arrow. Feeling a little stunned, I into the bathroom. I knew flushing the toilet would alert him to my presence, but I just figured we're both adults and hit the lever. After all, it's not like we hadn't watched enough porn together over the years..just not that kind of porn. When I opened the door, the TV had been turned off, and the bedroom was completely dark.
"Uh, hey, dude. You OK?" John said in a shaken voice that drifted from the dark room.
"Yeah, just had to let go of that beer." I offered back casually.
"Oh well, sleep well."
I tossed in bed as my mind wrestled with the idea that my best friend was either gay or bi, and I hadn't ever noticed it. The more I thought about it, the more I really didn't care. He was still a great guy and my best friend. What he jerked-off to couldn't alter that fact. I knew he was very much in love with his wife. Maybe this was just a part of the movie he wasn't much interested in himself. Then again, had he done things like that and with who? I flip-flopped back and forth as to whether I was upset about it, or didn't care. Ultimately, I decided I was being a jerk. It wasn't any of my business. If I hadn't been spying on him, I wouldn't have known anything. I vowed to treat the whole thing as thought it hadn't happened.
I awoke the next morning with the smell of coffee in the air. My mind wasn't on last night's events at all when I stumbled into the kitchen wearing a white t-shirt and boxer shorts. John was seated at the kitchen table, already fully dressed and looking a little anxious. I suddenly felt a little self-conscious standing there with so little on, the fold of my fly probably showing more than it should at the right angle. I thought I saw him staring at my crotch and then looking away. I decided I was probably being stupid, as situations like this were common between us and I had never felt like that before.
"We should probably get started soon, if you'd still like to help. I don't want you to feel like you have to be here." John said sheepishly as he drank his coffee.
"Since when did I ever have a choice in the matter, asshole? Of course I'm going to help you. Why the sudden urge to get rid of me?" I said with a smile, even though I suspected the reason.
"No, just, well thanks. Meet you in the hell-hole." John replied with a look of relief on his face.
The rest of the day went much like the first. We had a good time working our ass's off, talking about the usual shit, and just generally enjoying each other's company. I did catch myself several times during the day looking at a worn corner of John's jeans. There was a hole large enough to expose the cheek of his ass and make it apparent he wasn't wearing any underwear. A fact that would otherwise have occupied my mind for a split second now became a fascination. Knowing he was going commando, I also found myself taking quick glances at his crotch...wondering how his equipment would press against the thin and worn material. Why did I even care? I had seen him numbers of times wearing lots less. What was so different now that I felt the need to look?
"You've been really quiet today. Are you sure you're ok? It's kind of freaking me out." John said with that same shaky tone he had last night.
"Yeah, everything's cool. Guess I'm just focused on how to run the new pipes."
"Alright, you just seem preoccupied."
I wasn't sure why, but I impulsively decided to clear the air.
"Fine, John, I'll tell you straight-up. I saw some of the porn you were watching last night. I don't care if you're bi, gay, straight, whatever. I just felt like there was this huge secret you kept from me, and its been bothering me all day. I feel like an ass for bringing it up, but there it is."
We just stood there looking at each other for several minutes. The expression on John's face was a strange mix of terror, anger, and guilt. I immediately regretted saying anything about it, fearing I had lost my best friend.
"Well, that was honest. So I'll be just as honest with you. Once, I had an experience with that roommate I had, Roger and his girlfriend Becky. At her insistence we had both our dicks in her mouth at the same time. That was a little weird, but while I was fucking her, she insisted I suck his cock. To cut it short, I sucked him, he sucked me, we both fucked her, and we all got off on it. I've never repeated the scenario, but every now and then the idea appears in my fantasies. Now that you've learned about my fucking sexual history, I hope you've got the answers you needed."
"No shit. You actually fucked Becky! She was a dog, dude!" I really hoped my attempt at humor would lighten the atmosphere.
"You're such a fucking prick. What she lacked in looks, she made up for with skill. Let's just say there was more than a little weed and beer involved. Are we ok? It would kill me if this thing put a wall between us."
"Trust me, we're good. It may take me a while to process the whole thing, but you're still the same guy you were yesterday. I just know a little more about you, that's all. You don't have to answer this, but is Liz cool with it?"
"She doesn't know I ever did anything like that. It was a one-time thing that was different and interesting. Liz is, and always will be, the center of my life. I have no plans to find a dude and set up house."
"Cool. Everything's good."
John seemed genuinely relieved and much more relaxed the rest of the day. I was also feeling much better that the tension was out of the room. Although, my mind kept trying to picture John sucking another man's cock at various times all day. I even found that my cock would stir while catching a glimpse at the outline of John's package in his sweaty jeans. I had honestly never thought of another man in a sexual sense, and it bothered me a little that I was now. Sure, I've stolen looks in a locker room to do a quick visual comparison, but never thought for a second about doing anything with a guy. I just chalked my curiosity up to an unexpected turn of events, and tried to push it to the back of my mind.
The hours flew by as we were now making pretty good progress. After stopping for a dinner of delivery pizza, we decided to call it a night. When I went to shower, John was already in bed and I could hear him lightly snoring from around the corner. I could see John's jeans crumpled in the corner. He was asleep with the blankets covering his feet. He was on his back, wearing only a pair of white boxer briefs, his face turned away from me. I just stood and looked at him for several minutes, taking in his complete form. I had to acknowledge that he was very handsome and even the way he filled the pouch of his underwear was impressive. I cursed myself for my thoughts as I undressed and stepped into the warm shower. My cock was half hard as I fought to rein it in and focus on washing the dirt off me. I stood under the water allowing the tension to melt away when I heard John's voice from the corner of the room.
"Hey, Ran, I'll just put these in the laundry, OK." John said as he retrieved my clothes from the floor. He was now wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts and no shirt.
"Oh...ok...thanks." I replied turning my body away from the glass door to hide my partial erection.
My heart was pounding in my chest. Was he really asleep earlier? Had he seen me watching him? I was standing directly under the water, my back to the door when his voice startled me again, this time from right behind me.
"For once just keep your mouth shut. You can leave whenever you want to. I won't try to stop you, or say a thing about it."
"John, what," I started to say before he cut me off.
"Not a word. Unless you're going to tell me to stop, I don't want to hear a thing." John said as he grabbed the soap, lathering and massaging my shoulders.
I froze immediately with his touch. I stood lost in my thoughts as he worked on my aching muscles. Occasionally I could feel the head of his prick graze my thigh, or the back of my ass as he moved behind me. John's touch was firm and comfortable.
"Just close your eyes and relax. If you're uncomfortable, just tell me to stop." John said in a masculine but calming tone as he stood at my side, and began kneading my pecs and chest.
I began to lose my focus completely as John slowly moved his soapy hand down my abs and to the front of my thighs. He stood closer to me on my right side as his hand slid from my knee and up the inside of my thigh. I gasped for air, but said nothing as his fingers lightly grazed the bottom of my balls. With one hand firmly on my shoulder and the other massaging the inside of my leg, I could feel the tip of his hardening cock begin to slide up along my hamstrings. I couldn't believe how hot his member felt against my skin. I really didn't think I could stand any more when John's rigid prick dragged across my ass while he switched sides to work on my other leg. John's hand slid from my thigh and cupped my warm and loose ball sack. My knees shook with the jolt of this as John pulled me tightly against his body for support; his arm holding me firmly across my chest as his cock pressed hard into the left cheek of my ass. My dick reacted immediately and swelled to full hardness within seconds. I knew there was little chance of turning back now and for the first time, I really didn't want to.
"This would be a good place to stop if you're freaked out about it. Believe me, Ran, I just want to let you feel something incredible." He spoke softly, but deeply, as his chin resting on my shoulder.
"I know you, I trust you, and that makes this OK. I just didn't think I'd ever be going gay with you." I said with a nervous chuckle.
"Who the fuck's going gay? I just look at it as two good friends, horny as hell, willing to have some fun." John replied as he gripped my aching member at the base, and slowly stroked out toward the tip, squeezing out the pre-cum and swirling it around the head.
"Oh, fuck man, this is so weird, having you touch me like that." My knees shook again as a jolt of guilty pleasure shot through my whole body.
"Why don't you take a seat on the bench before you fall down?"
I welcomed the opportunity to get off my wobbly legs as John released his grip, and I took the two steps over to the built-in marble bench of the shower. I sat down, almost shaking from extreme nervousness, and got my first look at John's erect cock. We were just about the same length, but he was a bit thicker.
"Want to feel it?" John followed my gaze and smirked.
"Yeah, I want to feel it." I said as I watched my own hand rise between John's legs and cup his ample balls. John gripped his cock and stroked himself slowly as I remained fascinated with his sack.
"Amazing how different it feels, huh? This should feel pretty wild too." John said as he lifted me by my arms until we stood face to face.
This was the first time I had looked him the eyes since the whole thing started. He also seemed to be in a mixed state of concern, lust, and mild fear. My lungs quickly filled with air again as I felt John pull my cock down level with his own and began stroking them together between his hands. The heat from his shaft felt almost searing as it was pressed tightly against my own. The sensation was incredible as the tip of my prick brushed against his balls. I felt embarrassed as I heard a soft moan of pleasure escape my lips.
"Damn, that feels so fucking strange."
"That's it, Ran, just enjoy the feeling. This isn't about anything other than feeling good."
I was lost in the sensation as I could feel John move one hand away from our cocks and use it to guide my right hand toward his groin. I tensed, but John kept his grip firm. John closed his eyes and tilted his head back as I firmly gripped his white-hot shaft and slowly pulled my hand toward the tip. I couldn't believe how different it felt from holding my own cock. Aside from being thicker, the skin felt just as powdery smooth as his balls. Not really knowing what to do next, I just moved my hand in the same rhythm that John was using on my own rod. For reasons I still can't explain, I was really getting into watching my friend's reaction to the pleasure he was feeling. It gave me an odd sense of satisfaction that I could make him feel that good.
"We'd better get out of here before the hot water runs out." John said as he let go of my cock and stepped back to shut off the shower.
I was lost in a daze as his dick slipped from my grip, and I stood there watching him grab our towels from the opposite wall. "Are you coming or are you just going to stand there and stare at my ass."
"Oh, fuck off." I replied as he tossed me my towel. "I'm going to call it a night. See you in the morning." I said, wrapping the towel around my waist.
"No, you're not leaving yet. Not until we both get off."
John quickly grabbed my leg and pulled me flat on the bed. Pulling the leg of his shorts above his hard cock, he placed his body above mine. Pinning me to the mattress by placing his hands on my shoulders in a push-up position, he slid his engorged member up the leg of my shorts, the head brushing against my balls and the base of my cock. My dick swelled quickly as his hot meat pressed against me. His eyes were determined and lustful as I looked up at him with embarrassment and increasing anger.
"John, this is too much, we shouldn't,"
Without even responding, John slid even further down my legs, pulled my cock to his lips, and took the head of my prick into his mouth. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with the unexpected and intense jolt of pleasure. I managed to move one leg off the bed and tried slide out from under him, but John held me firmly in place as he continued the assault on my aching tool. His actions were clumsy and showed a lack of experience, but there was no mistaking that he was determined to swallow all of me. Large amounts of saliva trailed down my tool as he eagerly inched his way down. The movements of his tongue against my shaft showed a true knowledge of what felt good to another man. Even barely a minute into it, I could tell this was easily the best blow job I'd ever had. John did indeed know me all too well.
"Shit man, you're good at this. You forced me into this now suck my dick like you mean it." I demanded as I grabbed the back of his head and forced him deeper into my crotch. John nearly gagged, moaning deeply, as I pumped his head up and down my cock.
"Fuck, yeah, your cock tastes great, Ran" John said, panting for breath while staring at my spit-soaked member.
"Suck my cock, Johnny, that's it." The all-night beer drinking certainly lowered my inhibitions, but I clearly knew what I was doing as I barked orders to my willing friend. John did exactly as he was told, without hesitation. I could hardly believe how good he was at this. I was loving every minute he spent teasing my pole.
"This is fucking great, but I think its time to even the playing field, buddy." John said, pulling my hand away from his head, rising off me, and stepping out of his shorts.
I was so lost in his powerful job on me that it hadn't occurred to me that he might expect the same in return. My heart was now racing from nervousness and fear as John stood next to me, grabbed me firmly by the hair, and pulled me off the couch into a kneeling position before him.
His hand pulled down firmly on my chin, parting my lips as he pressed the head of his cock into my mouth. Pre-cum coated my lips and the tip of my tongue as I reluctantly accepted the new invader. The taste was a bit salty, but not offensive, as the hot mushroom head entered my mouth. My lips stretched painfully around his member. Moving my tongue around the spongy flesh, I managed to reduce the friction at my lips while John moaned in appreciation.
"Oh, yeah, that's nice, Ran."
I coughed and gagged again as he tried to ease in deeper. I could hardly breath at this point, and forcefully pushed myself away from his swollen pole. "Fuck, take it easy! You're fucking huge!" I said, wiping spit off my chin. As I leaned forward again, John stopped me and gently pushed me back. "Let's try something new,"
John wasted no time in kneeling over my body in a sixty-nine position. Taking my cock fully into his mouth, I groaned deeply as his own dick brushed my nose while it dangled from above. Given the angle of our bodies, I found it difficult to lift my head to his cock, and found myself gripping the cheeks of his ass for support. John noticed my difficulty, and we were soon lying on our sides, still feasting on each other's engorged rods. Feeling a bit more relaxed, I found it easier to take more and more of him into my mouth. Eventually, I swallowed all of him causing him to moan in pleasure.
"Shit, man, that feels so fucking good. Liz never did it like that." John sighed as I took him in deeply, running my tongue along what I knew would be sensitive spots.
I smiled with satisfaction as John began to piston in and out of my willing mouth. John took a break from my dick and gently licked my balls as he lifted my leg over his shoulder. His tongue moving slowly from my balls, he traced a path underneath and licked lightly at the opening of my anus. No one had ever done that to me before, and I was shocked at the intensity of the sensation.
"Oh my God, what are you doing to me!" I screamed as my friend buried his tongue into my hole.
John alternated between licking my hole, and sucking my cock, taking me to levels of pleasure I had never experienced before. I eagerly resumed my work on his rigid pole, but couldn't bring myself to reciprocate on the ass-play. John's breathing was getting more rapid, and his nuts began pulling tighter to his body.I knew without a doubt, what would happen next.
"I'm cumming!" John grunted as stream after stream began pooling at the back of my throat.
Swallowing his load was not on my agenda. I struggled not to choke as his hot cream filled my mouth and overflowed past my lips. I couldn't help but swallow some of his spunk. The taste wasn't great, but not as bad as I feared. None of that really mattered at the moment, as I was feeling angry about having no choice in the matter. John lay back panting in recovery from his pent-up orgasm.
"You mother fucker! Thanks for giving me some warning, much less a fucking choice!" I yelled as I wiped John's cum from my chin, and stood kneeling on the bed.
"Shit, Ran, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop," John replied, his mind lifting from the fog.
"Yeah sure! You want to fuck around then you're going to get fucked."
I didn't allow John to complete his apology as I flipped him over on the bed, his plump ass in full view. I quickly grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and coated my aching cock with the slick fluid, stroking myself to full hardness. I roughly pulled my friend up by the hips into a doggy-style position, and pressed my dick against his anal ring.
"Randy, wait," John screamed as my cock popped into his tight hole.
I plowed into his tight ass, burying my shaft completely in one stroke. John's hole felt every bit as tight and inviting as my wife's. I was overcome with the pressing need to get off, and I quickly developed a brutal rhythm in and out of him. I grunted in a primal tone with each thrust and the feeling of my balls slapping into another sack added to the foreign and taboo nature of my act. John whimpered with a mixed tone of pleasure and pain as he tightly gripped the sheets and bit into a pillow.
"Oh, God, it feels so good! Fuck me, man!" John grunted between strokes.
Sweat dripped from my forehead and onto John's back as I worked his ass furiously. I could feel my balls boil as I reached my limit. Gripping his hips tightly, I plowed deeper into him than ever before as I shot a massive load into his rectum. I hadn't cum that strongly in years, and my cock pulsed with each hot ribbon of seed the streamed into John's gut. My cock made a sloppy, sticky sounds as I withdrew from him. We lay exhausted, breathing heavily, for several minutes before either of us said a word.
"Damn, that was amazing. Hopefully, I'll be able to walk again." John said with a smile.
"Yeah, sorry about that." I replied with a serious case of guilt creeping in.
John just smiled and shook his head. I was filled with a strange sense of wanting to feel what he just felt. Who better to ask than my best friend?
"Can you show me? What that feels like," I said sheepishly as my cock began to swell again.
"Are you sure," John replied hesitantly.
"Yeah, please."
"Alright but we'll take our time. I promise not to hurt you or rush anything. Tell me to back off at anytime."
John's words were comforting as he climbed behind me, turning me on my stomach. I moaned softly as he gently stroked my shaft, caressed my balls, and traced a finger between my cheeks.
"For a guy you've really got a nice ass, Ran." John said as he squeezed and massaged each of my muscled loins.
I could feel the cool air of the room as he spread my cheeks wide, his breath teasing my hole. Soon, his tongue was dancing around my tightened pucker. The feeling was incredible and I began moaning deeply with pleasure. John did expert work as he licked his way down my ass, over my balls, to the tip of my cock, and back again. He repeated this over and over for several minutes, occasionally rubbing my aching dick and building my arousal.
"Damn, you're good at that." I said, reaching back and pressing John's face deep into my crack.
"Just relax, and trust me." John said, catching his breath and reaching for one of the lube packs.
The fluid was cold as John squeezed the lube onto my waiting hole. Working slowly, he eased one finger into my twitching rosebud. He entered easily with the lube and gave me several seconds to adjust. Slowly moving his finger slowly in and out of my hole, he eventually progressed to two fingers inside my anal ring. Encouraging me to relax and providing more lubrication, I found myself enjoying this new intimacy especially when his fingers brushed past my prostate.
"Oh fuck, man.I had no idea it could feel like this."
"You ready to go further? Think you can take this nine inch monster?" John said, his fingers still probing my ass.
"Oh yeah. Give it to me, Johnny."
John continued to lube my ass with his fingers then suddenly pulled out for what seemed an eternity. My hole felt stretched, exposed, and vulnerable. I could hear the sound of my friend applying lube to his dick.
"Relax as much as you can. It might hurt for a few seconds, but your well prepped; the pain should pass quickly."
He looked down at me and frowned. "It might be more comfortable from behind, or on your side."
"No, fuck me like this. I want to watch you slide into me." I said as tried to relax with deep breaths.
John looked down at me and I saw something flash in his eyes. He leaned down and rested his forehead on mine and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.
"Thank you for trusting me. If it gets too much, just say the word."
John moved between my legs, placing one on each side of his hips. Pulling my hips up higher, and aligning his cock with my hole, I could feel the heat of the head as he pressed against my hesitant opening. Remembering to relax, the tip of John's prick popped inside quickly. The pain was immediate, and I thought my ass would split in two.
"Oh fuck, that hurts!" I screamed upon his entrance.
"It's ok, give it a few seconds. It will die down, and you'll adjust. Or I can pull out if you want me to." John said soothingly as he stroked my thighs, his cock remaining fixed in its current position. I shook my head no and he placed kisses on my face in an attempt to comfort me.
He was right; the pain faded quickly. I looked down between my legs; the sight of John's cock disappearing inside me, his chest heaving with deep breaths, merely added to the intensity of the moment for me. I knew I wanted that him to do this more than ever. This was the deepest expression of our friendship I could imagine and something I could share in this way with no other man. I reached up to meet his kiss, pulling his face closer to mine, our lips meeting in our first real kiss.
"I'm good. Just take it slow."
John seemed to understand completely as he gently rocked his hips, making small movements with his dick. I was getting even more relaxed, and brought my hand to his ass, pulling him deeper into me. John didn't rush at all, as he slowly inched more and more of himself inside me with each stroke. After what seemed an eternity of gentle prodding, we both moaned deeply as he filled my ass completely. John's throbbing nine inches seemed more like nine feet as he slowly withdrew, leaving only the head still inside me. I writhed in pleasure as he pushed back inside, my hand resting on his hardened abs to monitor the speed of his entry. Soon, I was comfortable with my friend's size as he began to piston in and out of my ass.
"Oh, fuck, John!"
"You feel so good, Ran," John said as he reached for my growing cock, never missing a beat while pounding my hole.
"I'm close, Johnny." I said, my breath getting shorter and shorter.
"I'm damn close, too,"
I could feel cum churning in my balls, and I knew this was going to be as intense an orgasm as I'd ever had. With a loud cry, I came all over John's hand, the last stream landing on my chest as he lifted up and buried his cock deep into my ass. I could feel my sphincter continue to contract around John's thick pole with each pulse of my fading orgasm. The even tighter fit must have sent him over the edge, as John plowed fully into me. His cock seemed to get even larger and warmer as I could feel my friend's cum inside me.
"Fuck!" John cried out as he tensed with every shot into me.
John lingered in my ass for a few moments until his quickly deflating member slid easily out of my stretched and sloppy hole. He rolled to my side, and we lay there exhausted and breathing deeply.
"That was fucking amazing. I could get used to this." John finally broke the silence, wiping my drying cum from around his lips.
"Guess that's the question. How used to this?" I said, sounding as though I were afraid of the question.
"Randy, that was fucking incredible and I would really like to do it again sometime. It's not something I expect, or even want, to happen every time we're together. You're my best friend, and I obviously love you and am comfortable with you to let this happen. We play it by ear; if the mood strikes us, then we do it. If not, we'll still be friends."
"Sounds perfect." I said as I stood up from the bed, gingerly walking to the bathroom.
"We'd better get cleaned up so we can get filthy again. There's still tons of painting to do."
Over the next two days, we made excellent progress on the house. We didn't have any further sexual contact that week. We both felt plenty satisfied until our wives were back home. It was nearly three months before I made the first move with John to play around again. He seemed relieved, as he didn't want to be the one to approach the subject. We still continue to have a good time together, every now and then, when the mood strikes us.
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