How did a married straight man like me wind up bent over the bathroom countertop with my best friend grunting, grabbing my hips, and sliding his cock deep into my ass?
It started when our wives had a "girl's night out", leaving Robert and me to hang out together on his leather couch, drinking beer and playing Truth or Dare. It started out innocently enough, and then we started asking each other about our sex lives:
"So, how often do you and Karen fuck?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Lately, not so much. Down to maybe once a week. You?"
"I wish it was that often. She's just not in the mood lately. I've been getting hard all week long, but every time I start rubbing her ass and trying to get her turned on, she tells me she's got work to do. I'm horny all the time, and it's driving me crazy." Robert nodded sympathetically. "So, how many women did you have sex with before you got married?" I asked.
Robert shrugged. "If you count blowjobs, maybe a dozen." He took a swig of beer, then said, grinning, "So how many MEN did you have sex with?"
"None!" I said indignantly. Then I paused, thinking it over. "Well, technically one."
"What the fuck do you mean, 'technically'?"
"Well, when I first hit puberty, I was real flexible, and if I bent over I could just barely get the tip of my cock in my mouth." I held up a hand to stop his follow-up question. "My turn. You ever receive a blowjob from a guy?"
"No." Robert gave me an amused, hey-I'm-just-kidding-here look, and said in an exaggerated gay lisp, "But hey, big boy, I bet it'd be better than the lousy blowjobs my wife gives."
I felt a rushing of blood to my head and a buzzing feeling from the alcohol in my belly. My cock started to get hard. What the fuck? It's been way too long when talk like this gets me fired up.
Robert gave my crotch a knowing look. "You're blushing, dude." He continued with the fake gay voice, "So, handsome, if I took out my dick, would you get on your knees and suck it like a good little bitch?"
I laughed, but my dick got even harder. Playing along, I said in a mock-petulant voice, "Not if you call me bitch, big boy. Maybe if you called me 'your sexy girlfriend' and were nice to me, I might be persuaded."
Robert tilted his head to the side and locked his eyes onto mine, searching them, the mocking grin still on his face. Then he stood up from the couch and walked in front of me.
He unzipped his shorts and took out his cock, which was just starting to get hard. In a husky voice, he said, "Would my sexy girlfriend like to suck my cock and please her man?"
Still sitting, I looked up at his grinning face. What a kidder. But he's carrying this joke a bit too far.
Robert reached down and put his soft hands on my blushing cheeks. He caressed them, the warmth and gentleness of the gesture turning me on even more. "Come on. I know you want to do it. Don't you want to please your boyfriend?" His hardening cock was now just an inch from my lips.
I was so horny. As if someone else was in control of my body, I heard myself whisper, "OK."
Robert gently put a hand on the back of my head and pushed just the head of his cock between my lips. I couldn't believe it. Was I really sucking my best friend's dick? I'm not gay. I'm not. But the warmth of his cockhead felt so good in my mouth. I ran my tongue along the sensitive underside.
