Male Bonding Cum Laude (Lotta)

My best friends and I made a trek to the beach for a long, three-day weekend. The four us of have been friends since college, so we are all nearly the same age, married and each with children, a couple of us even with grandchildren. It was a late summer jaunt just for the guys, a kind of macho, testosterone-filled few days where golf ruled the day and beer flowed day and night.

That was until Saturday.

It rained all day long, heavy at times, and so we missed out on the thirty-six holes of marathon golf we’d planned for our last full day. Instead we did the next best thing as college pals of old, at mid-morning we started working hard at finishing off the over three cases of beer we had left. We had no sooner finished lunch than Joe brought in another of the coolers from the deck and threw a bottle at each one of us. Before long all four of us were playing cards and getting well relaxed.

By about 5:00 when I went to get us each another round I saw we were down already into the last case. I was certainly drunk, not falling down drunk, but feeling really good. I hadn’t felt that good from drinking since my time in the military, a remote tour overseas, and running the downtown bars. Of course that was after the earlier years in college when all four of us drank our good share. As I walked back into the living room with the four cold ones I was pretty sure my three buddies were beyond a bit tipsy themselves, but we played and drank on.

Anyway, somewhere during the early evening after the latest hand of stud poker Rich started discussing his love life with his wife, a usual when he got fired up, and alternately Joe and Tom did the same. It was always something we seemed to get around to whenever we got together and drank a few too many beers. Anyway, after Tom related a rather raunchy episode where he and his wife had hot sex in the local library a couple years ago and got caught by a young female volunteer, we all busted out laughing, until abruptly as one, my friends looked over at me.

“Oh shit, sorry Dave,” Rich said, “we didn’t mean to bring up, I mean, I know you still miss Ellen.”

I had been laughing myself on the outside, but had to admit I really did miss my wife, in so many ways, to include our wonderful sex life. “Don’t worry about it. I’m good, besides this is always great hearing you guys talk stupid about yourselves.”

“Yeah, you always did just listen to us to get something to masturbate over, you old dog.” Joe spouted off, while holding his beer bottle over his crotch and jerking his hand up and down the neck.

I chuckled along with them again.

Honestly though, I had been devastated early on by the loss of my wife that past year to cancer, but over time it had become easier to talk about Ellen. As for sex, my left hand certainly didn’t take the place of my lovely wife, but I hadn’t gotten up the gumption or confidence to date. And even more honestly, her passing had worn me out emotionally and physically. I couldn’t bring myself to go out with a woman, but still fantasy had been and still was part of my life. Even at just past fifty I could get it up and keep it nice and hard with the best of those twenty or thirty-something studs. I lived out good memories and my personal erotic fantasies with my trusty hand.

I don’t know how the conversation got so focused on Ellen after that, but as it did gradually my tongue loosened as the beers went down. I found myself telling them about the provocative photos I had of my late wife. There was a silence for a few seconds when I had realized what I’d divulged.

It was Joe that said it all with a simple, “Wow!”

“Listen guys, if you swear never to tell anyone, especially your wives, I’ll show you a few of the pics I have of Ellen on my laptop. That is if you really want to see them.”

“Uh sure, buddy. Love to see Ellen, uh, in ‘provocative’ poses.” Joe grinned but looked apprehensive for me I suppose.

Rich tipped up his bottle and drained the remainder as he stood. “I’m up for it, uh, so to speak.” He hunched his hips and crotch at us.

“Oh shut up dick head!” Tom said and picked up a pillow to throw at him.

Rich knocked it away and proceeded to grab his crotch and give it a squeeze. “At least I have a dick, you pussy.”

“Yeah, yeah we know you big dork. Just keep it in your pants will ya,” Joe said and took another swig of his beer. “Okay, Dave let’s see the pics of Ellen.”

“Let me get my laptop,” I said standing a little too quickly I suppose as I swayed back into Joe feeling a little lightheaded. He promptly propped me back upright pushing his hands against the back of my shorts. The bottle of beer in his hand pushed its way between my ass cheeks. “Whoa big fella! Watch where you put that thing!”

“Yeah, you wish you’d get a butt fuck,” Joe said purposely wiggling the mouth of the bottle harder between my cheeks.

“Be more action than I’ve had in months,” I looked back at him and shook my butt into the bottle.

“Stop! You’re sick, you know that,” Joe said looking at his beer bottle. “Now I’m gonna have to get another beer. You just wasted this one.”

We all had another good laugh before I walked back to my room to get my laptop.

I remember wondering then if I should have stopped what I was doing. It wasn’t like the guys hadn’t seen my wife naked before as all four of us couples had done a bit of skinny-dipping over the years, in fact, at that very beach we’d done it on a couple late nights, most of us drunk of course. We’d even had a few flashes from the ladies in the outdoor showers a time or two, purposely or not. But these pictures of Ellen were much more than that, at least some of them were. Of course, I didn’t have to show them the real ‘provocative’ stuff.

As soon as I got back with my laptop I saw Joe had not only gotten himself another beer but he’d brought us all another round. I grabbed mine and swilled down a good slug as my computer booted up. The other guys got up and came over, Joe and Rich sitting on either side of me on the couch, while Tom walked around behind and leaned over resting his chin on his palms.

So there we all were, four decently drunk males, getting ready to ogle my late wife. I knew the guys had thought she was an attractive woman. We had always admitted we had been lucky in finding pretty ladies to share our lives with and they had made approving and appreciative comments Ellen over the years. My wife was a medium built girl, about five foot six inches tall, with very long, strong legs. But her two most fabulous features were her smile, which would light up any room she entered and then her obviously healthy breasts. She never flaunted them really, seldom wearing anything that would be overly low cut, but they remained naturally firm and rode high on her chest so they always were there to view.

I took a swig from the new bottle and opened the first file with about twenty-five pictures. All of them had been taken during one of our joint summer trips to the beach. Most were quite tame although they did show a lot of leg, cleavage and a few nice rear shots.

“Hey, there’s that hot red suit of hers.” Tom reached his arm between Tom and me stabbing a thick finger at the screen.

It was a fantastic shot of Ellen in that sexy suit of hers and I had to admit it really accentuated her boobs to the max. I clicked to the next one and she now had turned and her beautiful backside stared all four of us in the face. It was still plenty tight and smooth back there, so much so it showed off her cute cheeks with that sexy deep crack down the middle encased in the bright red of her one piece.

I glanced over at Joe and then at Rich finding both guys had their eyes riveted on my wife.

“Okay, Dave these are great shots, but they aren’t all that provocative.” Tom commented from behind us.

“As long as it’s just the four of us,” I said in more a slurred whispering voice, “if you all swear not to say anything, even to your wives I’ll show you some even hotter pics than these.”

“You have my interest piqued.” Joe said, tipping back his bottle.

“Come on Dave,” Rich squirmed in his seat next to me, “We’ve all been friends since college, before the wives era, you can trust us.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like you’ve ever seen this kind of photo of Ellen.”

“We’re best friends, dude! You also can’t tease us and leave us hanging.” Joe interjected hunching up in his seat next to me on the other side, our thighs bumping together.

“Yeah, I know.” I agreed and my reserve dissolved as the silence drew on again. “So, here goes.”

I could feel my friends scoot in a little closer, behind and beside me as I pulled up my favorite series of pictures. It was of Ellen in a set of matching bra and panties, which were brand new when I took the pictures about five years ago. They were some of the smallest and sheerest she’d ever worn.

My, she looked beautiful and sexy. Ellen was an incredible woman and up until the end days I still found it hard to believe she had managed to maintain her fantastic figure. In those photos, I know she could pass for a woman in her thirties. But I wouldn’t trade her for any younger woman!

As the photos flashed by, she spread her legs a little and you could easily make out the dark bushy triangle beneath those thin blue panties.

“Whoa! These are hot! When did you take these?” Joe leaned in to get a better view. He was already smiling broadly.

“Actually the picture taking started after we’d come home from a night out with you and your lovely wife. When I got up to the bedroom I found Ellen reclining on our bed like that.” I nodded to the laptop screen. “She crooked her finger beckoning me to join her. I told her to hold that thought and ran back downstairs.”

“You did what? With her looking like that?” Rich blurted out.

“I got back and she was still there on the bed, but now I had my camera in hand, lens cap off and already focusing. At first, she was going to jump off the bed and run for her closet, but I told her how sexy she looked. Almost immediately I saw that perturbed look on her face change to the hot seductive look you see here.” I paused looking into those seductive green eyes on the screen. “As I took the first picture I saw her repeat that finger crook and pursing of her lips. I zoomed in and the rest as they say is history guys.”

“One hell of a history!” Tom called out behind me.

“Yeah, I wish I had pics of my wife like this,” Joe said leaning further up to the laptop.

“The hottest pics are still to come. Enjoy the full strip down,” I added, then clicked the slide show button before sitting back in the cushions drinking my beer.

Before all our eyes Ellen lost her bra and her full breasts were on display.

“Damn, Dave! I’ve admired those boobs of Ellen’s for so long and now the sight of them bared, totally nude, like up close here, is just indescribable.”

“Well, she was obviously proud of them as she stood there modeling them for you,” Tom added.

“And now us!” Rich bellowed.

In the very next picture Ellen held both breasts out toward the camera grinning from ear to ear.

“Passion is definitely in her eyes,” Joe commented.

“Definitely, as she’s certainly enjoying herself.” Rich added.

“Yes, she’s enjoying every wonderful second.” I remembered so well having taken those pictures. I also felt a tingling warmth come over me.

Her nipples in the next couple of pics grew to their perfect puffy erect and pink selves. I think in unison all four pairs of eyes in the room locked onto them totally enthralled. I sure was. In the next picture they, we saw her holding one of her lovely breasts to her mouth and sucking on her stiff nipple. There was a collective inhale of husky breath in the room.

“It must feel good to her, the way she’s feeling up those gorgeous boobs of hers.” Tom threw out.

The mini-peep show continued as the pictures flipped by in that rather lengthy set. In the next views her back was arched and her lips pursed again, obviously enjoying my camera’s attention and her manual ministrations. I had forgotten about the next pictures as I saw my hand reaching to her body in a close up.

I quickly and fondly remembered that evening…

“I think these get too personal,” I abruptly jumped forward and reached for the keyboard.

But my hand was grabbed at the last second and pulled away.

“No way, dude!” Joe said holding my hand back. “Like I said earlier, you can’t tease us and leave us hanging.

“But…”

“Shhhsh!” Rich shushed me and put his hand on thigh squeezing hard.

I relented and went on watching with them.

In the next half dozen pictures my hand moved down her body to slowly remove her cotton panties. In the next, her pussy mound was fully exposed, her thick black bush damp already, the pink lips puffed up and glistening with moisture. I sat there for a moment and just savored the beautiful eroticism of her sex. It had to be the most beautiful pussy in the world. I stared at the familiar pictures that showed me tracing those luscious lips with my fingertip. In the next picture she was lying on her back. I moved my hand up her belly, caressing her soft warm skin until I cupped my hand over her breast and gently rolled the puffy nipple between my thumb and finger.

The pictures may have been slow stills to the guys around me, but in my mind I was there and everything was real between me and my lovely wife. I could feel and hear her, thrusting her chest up to meet my caresses and purring like a kitten as she always did.

My eyelids fluttered.

I looked around me and saw the broad smiles on each of the guy’s faces. I started to say something, but instead I let them silently enjoy the sexy beauty of my lovely wife.

“Have you ever seen a more beautiful body in your life?” Joe said.

“I wouldn’t say she was just beautiful,” Rich replied. “She’s beautiful and built!”

“Your wife was an exceptional woman,” Tom said from behind us. “She was not just a pleasure to look at, but a lot of fun to be around, too.”

“She is a pure vision of sexiness,” Joe said.

“Unbelievable! She is so beautiful,” Tom added. “I’ve always thought she was a thing of beauty. Now that she is fully nude in front of me where I have time to really look at her, even in a picture, she takes my breath away.”

“What can I say?” Joe said. “That woman I had lusted after for all these years is right here before us completely nude. I can’t tell you how many times during those summer trips to the beach I imagined her naked and a quick skinny-dip isn’t what I’m talking about.”

It wasn’t until right then I realized I had often masturbated to those very pictures even while my wife was still alive. I viewed, or used them when I was on a business trip or even on those few nights when she had gone to bed before me and I was just so horny I needed to do something about it and didn’t want to wake her. Those pictures had served me well. And at that moment I tried to force myself to stop thinking so lustfully of my late wife as I sat there on the couch. The feelings those pictures evoked were just too strong and my mind strayed to the real-life arousal I remembered feeling that evening I had taken them.

I was being aroused by my late lover again!

Joe was becoming restless beside me on the couch and out of the corner of my eye I saw him try to subtly move his hand up his crotch. His fingers were quick, but I caught him as he adjusted himself down there. Damn, if he didn’t have an erection! He was aroused looking at my wife, too.

Of course, I shouldn’t have been surprised as I was as hard as ever in my own shorts by then.

But still, Joe was getting horny over the pictures of my wife!

As the next couple of pictures transitioned by I took a glance to my other side and immediately saw a good bulge in Rich’s pants. He was horny on my wife, too! I looked back the other way only to come upon Joe’s crotch and literally saw his boner getting larger right before my eyes. At first I was taken aback if not a little angry at the sight of my wife causing other men to be so open in engaging in sexual thought and reaction over her.

But I then realized… ‘What was there really to be concerned about?’ I had no cause for resentment in that I should be proud my lovely wife could turn-on guys like this even through just her photos. I glanced up and saw Rich’s mouth gaped and his eyes wide open, glued to the screen as each picture went by. I felt Joe lean in closer and closer to the screen, so looking his way again I saw him watching each hot pic of Ellen with total delight. He was grinning broadly and his eyes were glazed over.

I knew that look. It was the look I always gave my naked wife. Now I saw it on another man’s face and it was probably on all three of my friend’s faces, as they hungrily looked upon the fully nude view of my wife. I honestly swore I was going to hear in the next few moments one or more of them gasp out loud and ejaculate in their shorts uncontrollably.

For some weird reason seeing them turned on because of my wife only got me more turned on. I slid forward just a bit, giving my own manhood some loose leg room to continue to grow more comfortably. I slowly ran my hand down the full length of it then grasped the head through the material with my fingertips. I squeezed it a couple times and smiled with the manly thrill of the moment. I knew what I had done that night with my sexy wife and I knew what I wanted to do right then. I also knew I had to do something or it was going to be too obvious to the other guys really soon.

But just as I was about to excuse myself, I heard a heavy sigh from behind me and looked back to catch Tom with his hand down the front of his shorts while he tipped up his beer bottle to drink with the other. He was obviously wanking himself as he stared over my shoulder at the pictures of Ellen! It wasn’t like he was flashing me, but there was no denying what he was doing. I had never seen any guy, let alone one of my best friends jacking off, ever. And even though I couldn’t actually see his cock it was still so much like being a voyeur to a guy peeping at porn. For some very strange and awkward reason I caught myself wondering what he looked like naked.

And…how big a cock was in his shorts?

Geez!

Was I really thinking about another man’s penis?

“I’m sorry dude, but I just can’t help it.” Tom had caught me looking.

I looked away only to let my gaze fall on Rich’s crotch again and caught him adjusting himself. He caught me catching him.

“Okay Dave, I have to be honest, Ellen was in some of my fantasies more than I should admit.” He had a very leering grin on his face.

“Dave, if Rich is going to be that honest then I have to be, too.” Tom said and took another swig from his bottle, before he went on. “Your wife was always one hot woman.”

“You guys are stupid shits confessing like that,” Joe said beside me and then he took a real long swig of beer from his own brown bottle.

“Come on Joe, get off your high horse,” Tom spit out. “I know you think Ellen is hot. I even know you had a hell of a boner over her that one summer at the beach.”

“Fuck you!” Joe grit his teeth and glared at Tom, then he looked at me. “Okay, okay, so I admit I had the hots for her. Shit Dave I never did anything about it. Well, okay, maybe that summer I did jack off to the thought of her in that super hot red bathing suit of hers.”

“The same way you want to right now!” Tom shot back.

I glared at Joe.

“Your wife used to make me horny as hell and still does!” Joe confessed, looking down at the obvious erection jutting up under his shorts.

There was a moment of silence in the room for several seconds, everyone looking at everyone and no one.

I finally broke the silence. “You know, as unreal as this seems it really turns me on to know someone else was as turned on by my beautiful wife as much as I was.”

“What do you mean ‘was’ Dave? You have three horny fuckers turned on over her right here and now.” Rich spouted off.

“Fuck!” Tom blurted out and chuckled nervously. “I am so hard right now I might have to get to the bathroom and have a quick jerk.”

All through this exchange I knew my own cock was sticking out of my boxers hard and throbbing under my shorts.

“How about you Dave? You need to do something with that?” Joe asked as he nodded toward my crotch.

I smiled and turned back to the laptop screen knowing just how hard my manhood really was and looking at the pictures of Ellen now up on all fours on our bed looking over her shoulder and waving that sweet behind at me…I was hurting and my cock demanded attention, to be touched and dealt with.

“Fuck this!” Rich bellowed and in one quick motion, he stood, pushed down his shorts and bared his manhood. It just appeared and stuck out from his body pretty as you please. As strange as it was already I had a stranger thought as I watched it bob up and down, it wasn’t as big as I thought it would be for as big a guy as he was. It was maybe about six inches long, but for his credit it was impressively thick or at least it looked thicker than mine.

“Hell, if you are, so am I!” Tom said and strode around the couch, stood directly in front of the rest of us, hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved the shorts down letting them fall to the floor. “Now this is a man cock!” he proclaimed as he jut his hips forward and his fully erect manhood pointed right at us. “Take a good look at a real cock, boys,” his somewhat slurred voice a combination of pride and husky eroticism as he thrust his groin at us once more. Then he stood there and proceeded to run his big palm over that fully hard cock as he stared back down at the computer screen and Ellen.

I ran my hands over my own shorts and could feel the further ache of need in my hot cock. I was starting to feel a little embarrassed, until Joe spoke up.

“Dave, you had one remarkably sexy woman. I have envied you since we were all in college. I think I’m in love with your wife all over again, so I hope you don’t mind,” and with that, Joe stood, opened the snap on the waistband of his shorts and as we all watched he made a show of pulling his zipper down, only to unhesitatingly shove the shorts from his hips and hairy thighs. I stared, fascinated at his manly cock that sprung forth. It was hard and pointing upward as much as I’d ever seen my own do. It was in perfectly full erection.

I was more than shocked, but smiled and said, “No, I don’t mind. After all we are best friends, right?”

For the first time I truly appreciated what I must have looked like to Ellen all those years as my sex-crazy one-eyed man stared straight up at her, just like Joe’s was doing then to us.

There they all three were, my best buds in the whole world, wearing nothing but the smiles on their faces. I looked down at those three hard cocks all standing at attention. It was almost like they were saluting me as they each bobbed up and down. I don’t recall ever being what they call ‘bi-curious’ in my life, but even with my friends I had an occasional curiosity as to how big or long one or the other them was when hard. In the locker room I’d sneak a peek now and then, but it was nothing more than a ‘penis envy’ kind of curiosity. Of course I’d never seen any of them hard and standing tall, unlike all three of their cocks right then.

Silently, all three guys stood there jerking to the pictures of my wife.

“Damn! These pics are fantastic!” Joe exclaimed.

“Ellen is really hot!” Rich blurted out.

“Yeah, this is like the Ellen I remember, well fantasized about anyway.” Tom added.

“Perfect quality pics, too!” Joe further added.

Rich leaned in front of me and slugged him in the arm and said, “Quality my ass, Ellen is quality, quality all over. She was one hot woman!” And he gave his hard tool another good twisting stroke.

As I watched him do it, I came to the realization suddenly I was the only one in the room with clothing still on.

“Oh the hell with it!” I called out and stood up to remove my shirt and shorts.

In seconds I was nude, not for the first time in front of my friends, but certainly the first time not in a locker shower or down in the water on a late night skinny-dip with the wives also with us. And I was certainly never nude and watching my best buds jacking off like they were doing. Another thing, although I have never thought I was all that big, I knew I was longer than average according to the goofy sex websites I read, but as I looked around I realized I was definitely longer than any of my good friends.

Obviously I wasn’t the only one to notice, as Joe blurted out, “What a lucky woman Ellen was to have that thing to play with.”

I just smiled and grabbed my own hard cock firmly and started stroking along with them. I could feel my balls bounce with each up and down movement I pulled so hard. I forgot all about modesty and began masturbating earnestly right in front of the other guys, and it felt good!

In fact, jacking off hadn’t felt this good in an awful long time.

No one said a word for the next couple of minutes as we all stood there drinking and wanking away over my laptop and the sexy pictures of Ellen that appeared on the screen. At that point the slide show had looped back to where she was just taking off her bra again. When I saw her beautiful breasts bared and then those succulent puffed up nipples I felt myself ooze pre-cum over the crown of my swollen cock. I took advantage and smeared it down my shaft and got a really good smooth stroke going.

I was so into the eroticism of the moment as I could hear the storm raging again outside. It nearly sounded like a hurricane was blowing in. But inside the sounds were calm, although the emotions inside each of us were obviously raging. I was enjoying myself and finally took a second to look at the other happy husbands moving their big hands rhythmically up and down their own stiff manhood.

“Man, I never thought I’d be jackin’ off with another guy,” I said rocking back on my heels and closing my eyes, “let alone all three of you suckers.”

The realization through my drunken state that I was there with my hand stuck on my hard cock, stroking away while three of my best friends did the same, I knew what was actually happening and it was happening. I was rubbing myself looking at pictures of my sexy late wife and it made me feel really good. For the first time in many months my sex life was shared again with someone else, even if it was my three best buddies.

It really felt good and freeing!

I started stroking my hard cock with no modesty or sense of embarrassment whatsoever. Actually, we all had given up every bit of inhibition and modesty as we slowly worked our hands in near unison up and down our hard cocks. “I know we’ve all masturbated before of course, but this is certainly different.”

“I guess if you’re going to masturbate in front of people it may as well be with your life-long best friends.” Rich added and then grunted as he ground that big fist over this thick cock that he also must have smeared in pre-cum or spit as it was plenty shiny.

All four of us seemed to savor the slow, unhurried manual manipulation we were sharing, as well as the intensified aspect of doing it for an appreciative audience. At least I knew I did, though at first I couldn’t make eye contact with the other guys. But I soon noticed each of us taking turns looking away from my nude wife on the laptop screen and connecting with different variations of grins, smiles and smirks amongst the friendly audience.

“No need to be shy now, huh?” Tom was the first to speak up.

He got nods from the rest of us.

“Uh, just no commenting on performance, okay guys?” Joe added.

“Kind of different I suppose from trying to impress the women.” Rich finally chimed in.

“Yeah, I never thought I’d be stroking along with even one of you guys in my lifetime, let alone all three.” I commented.

“With all of us doing it to pics of your sexy wife, too, huh?” Joe spoke with an obvious breathiness in his voice.

“I’d never thought about putting on a masturbation demonstration, but the four of us seem to be doing a good job of it,” I offered.

Every one of us was doing his thing, stroking the way we did best. I don’t know if the other three guys were deriving as much inspiration from watching another man so proudly and fully enjoying himself as I was, but as hard and smiling as we all were, I’d say it must have been mutual.

Once again looking back at the screen I saw the close-up shots of me rubbing my fingers through Ellen’s damp pubes and then up between those delicious pink lips. The evident wetness of her pussy was truly enhanced by the track lighting above her. My wife was wide open for my three friends, who in their drunken state were obviously greatly fantasizing about her.

In the next shot I felt a photographer’s pride in what looked like a professional spotlight of Ellen’s gorgeous reddened clit. It was clearly visible under her fingertip as she pulled back the pink hood.

In Rich’s unmistakable deep voice, “If that isn’t the best ‘I want you to fuck me’ shot I don’t know what is!”

There were grunts of agreement all around.

I was the only one who knew she had actually cum during that series of shots. I grinned to myself and felt my manhood respond by swelling in my stroking fist. I knew then it wasn’t going to be long before I busted out a load.

“Uh, guys, I think it’s time to go somewhere and finish.” I reluctantly stopped stroking. “Whoever wants to take Ellen back with him, go for it! I have her burned into my brain. You guys fight over the laptop.” I turned and was about to walk around Joe when he stuck out his elbow and pushed me back.

“Hey, I bet you guys I never told you that Dave here used to be able to suck his own cock.” Joe abruptly blurted out.

“Joe!” I yelled and elbowed him back.

“What the…?” Rich whipped his head around, his body coming with it and with that the head of his boner hit against my thigh.

“Hey, watch where you point that thing!” I yelled looking down to see him smear a generous amount of pre-cum on my thigh. I reached down and rubbed it off with my hand and wiped it off on his hairy chest.

“Sorry, but still, what the fuck is this about you being able to suck your own dick?” Rich staggered back a little.

“Yeah, I used to do it way back when,” I said, no believing I had just admitted to it.

“I don’t believe you.” Tom said, rocking back and forth as he continued to stroke.

“He did. He really did. I caught him one day in his bed.” Joe grinned and stuck his tongue out at me.

“You never told me, you…” I gave him a surprised and nasty look.

In my early college years all I could think about was girls, naked girls, and masturbation was a two or three times a day thing for me. I was a late bloomer with the women and finding myself horny all the time with no female to help satisfy my urges, so jerking off became the mainstay of my pleasurable activity. One day I decided to get creative. I’d always been really flexible ever since I wrestled in high school. I was not only very thin and sinewy but I could get into some very tight and pretzel-like positions that I soon found were not only good wrestling technique but with one hell of a sexual benefit. I found I could lie on my bed and pull my feet up past my head, butt in the air, and get my cock in my mouth. Yes, I found I could suck myself off! By the end of that semester I was getting a good third of my seven and a half inches between my lips. In all the years since, even during my marriage, I tried more than once to suck myself off, but with being much less flexible the best I could accomplish was a few licks across the tip of my leaking cock tip and that resulted in a strained back for weeks.

“I bet you a free beer you can’t suck your own cock now,” Rich bellowed out the dare taking me out of my blissful trance.

I swilled down the last of the beer I had and put the bottle down a little too hard on the coffee table. “Shit, sorry!” I stood and looked Rich right in the eye our cocks pointing right at one another. “Not that that is much incentive, but I’ll take your bet, cause damn it, I’m horny as hell and need to cum anyhow.”

“So you think you can still suck on little Dave there,” he nodded toward my crotch, “with that old back of yours?”

“Old? Who you calling old?” I challenged pulling on my hard-on again. “I still run circles around all of you goofs on the softball field.”

“Well shut up big stud and show us how it’s done.” He stood there beer bottle in one hand, his other big fist wrapped tightly around his thick shiny cock.

“Hold, on. I need to limber up a bit.” I walked around to the middle of the floor and crouched, rocked back and forth stretching my legs and then my back. As I did I noticed the guys still stared at my attractive wife on my laptop screen while stroking away and drinking.

Suddenly I couldn’t believe what I was doing next…

Now I’ve stayed in pretty good shape over the years and as loose as I felt right then, not to mention how hard and horny as I was I told myself I could do it. So there I was, fairly well drunk, stripped down and with three other very horny guys jacking off over my wife as I laid down on my back on the floor with my head on a pillow. I threw my long legs way back over my head as far back as I could possibly get them, touching the carpet with my toes. I scrunched over as far as I could go and even with my cock at its full length, me pulling on it still harder, and my tongue pointed up as far as I could get it I was still a couple inches short.

I was about to give up when…it happened.

Two hands slapped against my hairy backside and pushed me over further. Before I knew it I had my lips touching the moist head of my manhood. They pushed a little harder and although I felt my back straining I realized the whole swollen crown was in my mouth!

“Damn, he’s doing it!”

“Fuck yeah!”

I ran my tongue all around my smooth cock head and then began to suck on it.

The sensations were wild!

“Damn, that makes me hornier than ever watching a man suck his own cock.”

“Oh fuck yes, that’s hot! I wish I could do that.”

Damn! Was this really happening?

I hadn’t intended for it to go this far. I had enjoyed a good solo suck in the past, but never had I thought I’d be doing it in front of anyone then or now. I also knew I was no longer in control enough to fight the urge to cum. As the wild and random pictures flashed through my mind of all the sexy things Ellen and I used to do together, I felt my cockhead touch my lips again and slide between them. I suddenly pictured Ellen doing it to me, me clutching at her graying hair as she lasciviously delighted in guiding my hard cock to her mouth. As if it was her doing it I stuck my tongue out and ran it greedily around my swollen crown, tasting the dripping pre-cum, salty but surprisingly delicious at the moment.

My body relaxed more as I stared at my hard cock pointing down at my face. Right then it was if a camera clicked and my mind refocused on my wife doing herself back that night I took those pictures flashing by on the computer screen. Her legs were wide open. She was playing with herself as I was, both watching one another, watching my wife as we got one another off. I saw her hips hunching in that familiar sexy fashion as she slid two fingers in and out of her sex and her thumb rubbed furiously over her swollen clit.

My mind drifted until the erotic fantasy had Ellen standing above me as we mutually masturbated.

I looked back in my memory to get a look at my wife working her clit on that bed or ours. I could remember all the moaning and squealing just before she came. What an amazing sight it was that night. What a beautiful sight it was again to see her in her pure sexual ecstasy. My beautiful girl was in the throes orgasm and her scent hung in the air. I swore she was right there with me on the floor. There was nothing else in the whole universe, just the sexy memories of my lovely Ellen and my throbbing cock.

I saw it pointing right at my face. My one hand was on my thick shaft and the other caressed my hairy balls. I could feel my front teeth press down on my lower lip as I picked up the stroking pace.

I was breathing faster.

That’s when I felt the hands on my ass cheeks push again and my lips surrounded more than just the head of my pulsating cock. The hands pushed again and again, my cock thrust further into my mouth, bringing a low husky groan from somewhere inside me. I was devouring my incredibly hard man shaft, my mouth clamping around it with a greedy want to draw it in deeper. At the same time my mind wandered back to the joys of sexual exploration with Ellen. I so wanted to be with her right then, but I marveled how even after she was no longer with me how my passion for her had not wavered. Our many years of intimacy had yet to wane. I closed my eyes and brought my lips back to hers in my mind, trying to get lost once again in that most special of moments with her.

My lips were actually sucking harder on my cock as I began wanking myself off, moaning aloud. I let the lewd vision of Ellen’s oval-formed lips clasp around the thick glistening cockhead. So perfect in detail in my mind were those thoughts until interrupted by the sound of voices above me.

They were unmistakably male voices grunting and calling out.

“Oh, yes!”

“Oh fuck yes!

“Shit, I’m gonna cum!”

My eyes reopened and my mind reeled as I understood what was really happening. We were all jacking off in the same room at the same time and someone was about to cum!

I was about to cum, too!

“I may be drunk but I bet I can still cum a gallon!” One of them called out.

For a passing second I wondered how I’d ever be able to face these guys again. But raw lust had built in my body faster than I could control it and any thought of the consequences of what I was doing, what we were doing, was overwhelmed by pure pleasure. My upturned legs began to shake as my mouth closed around the end of my cock much tighter. The muscles of my neck and back strained desperately as I drew the orgasm from my body. Then the first shot came from my cock. I hit the back of my mouth and I flinched. It shot off again and again, as I sucked it all down as fast as I could until it was just too much to handle. I finally eased back and the last couple of spurting shots of hot cum splashed on my face and neck.

I had only taken a couple more breaths, with cum dripping from my lips when I looked up into three pairs of eyes which showed their total surprise as to what I had just done. At first I was embarrassed, but when I didn’t hear any laughing and to my great surprise instead I found all three with there own cocks in there manly hands stroking furiously away I began to feel a sense of almost pride at my accomplishment. They jerked themselves in near unison and I could hear moans of pleasure from all around me. In that silent moment, the trio of my best friends standing over me neared their own climaxes.

As I swallowed the cum that was still in my mouth I heard one distinct husky gasp. “Oh damn! I’m cumming!”

It was Tom and I watched as he jerked his cock faster until he started to buck his hips like he was doing his wife…or was he picturing doing mine? I looked up past my still somewhat hard cock pointing at my face to see him lean in over me. He grunted and the next thing I saw was his big hard cock thrusting above my head, his balls tight between his legs just below. He thrust and stroked and I watched in utter surprise as he pointed the head of his pole right down toward me. I strangely noticed his cockhead was crimson-flushed above his fist, gleaming with his spit. Then my eyes opened wide at the sight of the first blast coming from the end of that cock. It flew out and landed in a thin white stripe down across my lower stomach and back up my chest all the way to my chin. That was immediately followed by another intense shot that took direct aim at the underside of my own wilting cock and with forceful jet splattered all over it and my stomach.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna cum, too!” Rich shouted.

“Damn, me too!” Joe hollered out even louder.

I looked up and saw Rich take a step closer to me and was immediately stunned when I saw his cock swell and out of that little hole at the tip shot the thickest, whitest cum I’d ever seen. With a splat, the long stream shot out landing on the back of my thigh and down across my chest.

“Oh shit!” Joe yelled again and I turned my head in time to see him hunch his hips forward and awkwardly spread his feet further apart with his hand pumping up and down his rock hard cock with vigor. In a blink of my eye I watched the first rope of his cum arc up in the air, thick and white, then head straight for my face. I quickly shut my eyes only to feel it splash on my cheek and make a warm sticky path back down my chest and stomach.

Then I felt another big hot splat on my chest, then another on my cheek as I could feel and hear hot sticky cum squishing between three sets of fingers on three very hard cocks. When I reopened my eyes I watched the three of them cum again and again, their combined loads crisscrossing my naked body. In less than a minute I knew I was covered in their cum and could feel the thick globs running off my skin everywhere, off my forehead, face and butt.

I remained doubled over, my legs still practically at my head as I watched each of the three guys finish pulling the last drops of cum out of their cocks and saw it run down their fingers until it dripped, splattering on my legs and arms. To say the least I’d never seen another guy cum in real life before and here in front of me three of them, all my best friends blew their loads…on me!

As we all came down from the mutually satisfying erotic high, the other three men stood around me in a circle seemingly amazed at what they had just witnessed.

I certainly was more amazed than they were!

“That was fucking incredible,” Rich said and then both he and Tom busted out laughing looking down at me. “I’m sorry,” Rich said staggering back, “but that was just too hot.”

“Hot? That was shit hot watching Dave suck himself off,” Joe chimed in.

“Um, yeah, I just hope you’re okay with what we did to you.” Tom offered looking me up and down and making a face.

I looked down at myself and surveyed all the pools and streaks of cum covering my naked body. “Well, I guess I don’t have much choice, it’s a done deal,” I said as I lowered my feet back to the carpet and ran my hand through some of the thicker ribbons of my buddy’s cum. Then I licked my lips tasting my own cum again and smiled up at each of them. “Besides, I had one hell of a good cum myself.”

There was silence for several seconds then like if on cue we all bellowed out in laughter. I felt the cum on me drool down more as I my body shook. And whether from laughing so hard or being drunk themselves, Rich and Joe both fell back naked on the couch almost tangled in arms and legs. That was a sight in itself!

Tom, who still stood over my head almost doubled over laughing, and a couple more drops of his cum rained down from his limp manhood and splattered on my nose and cheek.

“Hey!” I hollered up.

“Man! You ought to see your face, Dave,” Rich said.

“Yeah, Dave, I’ve not seen a better facial on a porn star.” Joe added.

All the guys started laughing that much harder. This time Tom staggered back and fell into the chair. In my amazement I managed to look up and smile as I lay there naked on my back with the cum of three friends all over my body. I took my hand and wiped it across the left side of my face and came away with the biggest smear of man-cum, mine and whoever else’s.

I lay there numb wondering how it had all happened.

One minute I was drinking beer, sharing a few laughs with my best friends then we all got horny over my hot wife. But how the hell did I get to become a cum rag for my friends?

“You guys have made me your cum slut for the night. I hope you’re happy.” I busted out laughing again myself as I sat up slowly, feeing the soreness in my back as I continued wiping what I could from my cum smeared face. “Now somebody go get me another cold one.”

“Hey, you deserve a case after that performance.” Joe said as he got up and tried to step over Rich’s legs. Instead he got tangled in them and practically fell forward flat on his face. Somehow Rich was coherent enough to catch him before he hit his head on the coffee table.

“Uh, be right back with that, uh, beer.” Joe said standing up tall and rendering what was supposed to be a salute I presumed as his limp manhood swayed back and forth on his way to the kitchen.

I finally managed to control my blubbering laughter and rolled over and got to my hands and knees.

“Uh, should we get you a couple towels or something?” Rich asked between hearty guffaws.

“No, I’m just going to go take a shower,” I chuckled in returning nervous embarrassment. But deeper inside I felt a strange but familiar tingle knowing what I, what we all had just done; them all over me.

“Well, here take this with you at least,” Joe came back in and handed me another beer.

Lucky for me he had already opened it as with all the cum smeared on my hands I would have never been able to twist off the cap. I took a huge swallow and swished out mine and any other cum that had been remaining in my mouth.

“Okay, I’ll see you all in a little while, after I’m presentable again,” I turned and went back to my room.

When I got to the bathroom, by the way I had the master bedroom luckily, I looked at myself and my cum smeared body in the mirror. I really did look like one of those facial cum queens, except the cum was all over my naked body.

I took a nice hot shower and almost fell asleep under the comforting spray. But when I did make it out of the shower stall I felt so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open. The excessive amount of beer in me didn’t hurt the drowsiness one bit. As wasted as I was I didn’t even bother getting under the covers. I crashed across the bed naked and immediately drifted off to sleep.

Now I do snore and sometimes I even wake myself up I snore so loudly. I did just that that evening and when I opened my eyes I saw my wife, her smiling beautiful face inches above my hard manhood. As I watched she began making love to me, to it. I could feel her there with me. I could feel her mouth on me. I felt so wonderful. It felt so good. It felt so good I was close to cumming. I was just about to explode when…

I awoke…really awoke this time.

I realized quickly I wasn’t with my wife.

But someone was certainly engulfing my manhood and I indeed I was about to climax. I looked down again and refocusing I found a salt and pepper haired head over my crotch.

Damn! It was Joe!

My hard cock wasn’t being made love to by my Ellen, but it was in the hot mouth of my best friend.

And damn if it didn’t feel good!

Looking again, instead of seeing my wife’s mouth and small hand on me I found a larger, manly hand stroking my hard cock and man lips sucking away on it. I dreamily tried to focus on the face smiling back at me. Starring down intently it was an unbelievable sight to watch as my cock pushed past Joe’s lips and disappeared into his hot mouth again and again. He went down on it further, down deeper and deeper until I felt my cock head hit the back of his mouth. He still had a ways to go to get my full seven and half inches in his mouth, but he had a lot of it in there as he pressed his lips tightly around my shaft.

At that point I felt I was having trouble separating reality from what I was sure had to be an illusion or part of a drunken stupor. In my most vivid fantasy, I could never have imagined it could feel that good, not from a guy. My mind drifted between stronger and deeper waves of pleasure as I lay back, closed my eyes and enjoyed. I was in a strange state of emotions as I had a man doing something for me only two women in my life had ever done. I was surprised how quickly I got carried away by the illicit urges I felt. My wife was the greatest of lovers, but now all I could think of was this man’s mouth, one of my very best friends, sucking down on my cock. I reveled in the delicious feelings spreading through my feverishly lust filled body.

I loved every minute of the blowjob he was giving me!

“Damn!” I exclaimed loudly when I felt his hot tongue work over me and he grabbed my balls to give them a squeeze. My hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets at my sides as he sent me rocketing to an orgasm I knew was not going to be long from coming. I stared down and totally concentrated on my fully hard cock sinking again and again into his eager mouth. The intense feeling was leaving me breathless. The level of incredible sensation was only surpassed by just a little with the shocking knowledge that it was Joe on my cock, not my wife, or even another woman.

Again, I had never even slightly thought of or fantasized of a moment such as this.

Yet there we were!

Panting away I knew I couldn’t handle it much longer. Throwing my head back I arched my back and let out a lusty groan. From deep in my body I felt the surge of my orgasm stir in my balls and felt my cock swell even further in Joe’s mouth. My guttural groans turned into an extended constrained squeal as I felt the first of my hot cum gush into his waiting mouth. It was so intense my one hand released the bed covers and went for his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as he jerked his head up and down along the length of my wildly cumming cock. I kept expecting to hear Joe gag against the warm waves of thick cum I streamed continuously into his mouth, but instead he was moaning and sucking as if he was really enjoying it, his mouth still clasped firmly around the thick head of my exploding manhood until I had shot my last.

I collapsed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling breathing hard.

It must have been a full five minutes or so later when Joe looked up at me strangely, opened his mouth as if to speak, stopped, then looked away before asking, “Can I ask you a really personal question?”

“Not sure how much more personal it can get than you sucking my cock like you just did, but go ahead, sure.”

“Have you ever thought of yourself as bisexual?”

I stared down at Joe, at first angered at being asked such a question, but then realized I had no reason to be mad. “I guess if having just been sucked off by a guy after being married to a beautiful woman for over thirty years makes me bi then I guess I am. But honestly I’m not sure what we’re going to think about all this in the morning when we are perfectly sober.” I let me head fall back onto the pillow feeling the buzz of alcohol and post-orgasmic bliss still coursing through me.

“Yeah, honestly I’m stunned, too. Not sure what came over me tonight.” Joe sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see a smear of my cum run from his lips across his cheek. “With you cumming in my mouth that makes me something I’ve only been called in jest before, but I guess I actually am one now, a cocksucker. Funny thing is, I don’t mind the taste of your, uh…”

“My cum?”

“Yeah your cum.” Joe repeated and licked his lips.

“You know, I never knew you caught me sucking myself off in college.”

“Then I guess you didn’t know I heard you get off many a night in your bed under the covers with your hand, too.”

“What?”

“I’d lay there and listen to you get off. You were pretty hot doing that you know?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

“Don’t you think that would have been weird, made things awkward between friends?”

“I guess, but you knew, I just didn’t know you knew. That makes it real weird now.”

“Kind of maybe, but honestly I got a little horny knowing what you were doing. Not that I ever planned to do anything about it with you. But sometimes I got so horny I’d jack off after you did some of those nights. Just like I’m so horny now, all I want to do is cum again.” He rolled over and up popped his mighty hard-on.

Part of me still yelled out that I ought to get up and run out of the room; but I couldn’t. I felt paralyzed by the sight of Joes’ hard cock staring up at me. Instead words came out of my mouth I couldn’t believe, “Let me help make up for all those horny nights of yours long ago.”

With that I crawled down the bed, and around his body, until I got my first real close-up look at a man’s fully erect cock. There it was throbbing only inches from my face. He wasn’t as big as me I thought to myself curiously, but with his shaft only maybe an inch from my nose it sure looked huge.

My memories of another time, times with my beautiful and sexy wife were suddenly fleeting as I stared at Joe’s very much distended cock. It was so close to my face I could feel the heat radiating from it. I was literally fascinated by that hot, throbbing hunk of maleness in front of me. I could not resist the intense urge to feel that hard cock and I reached out to take it in my hand.

It was only when I had him in my hand, that I realized this was real. His was the only other penis, other than my own, I had ever touched. His cock filled my hand and it felt very warm and the skin was so smooth. I stroked it for a moment and marveled at how hard it really was.

This was easy, I could do this. What was I saying, I was doing it!

I could hear Joe breathing heavy above me.

Now I had learned CPR years ago and with it I’d learned how to take a person’s pulse on the side of his neck from his carotid artery. But with Joe’s hard cock throbbing in my hand I found a new way to take a guy’s pulse. I could feel it thumping strong and ever quickening. I ran my thumb up over his crown smearing his pre-cum all over it and looked at it in fascination. It seemed so huge, so swollen and almost purple in color at the tip. It felt so different than my own. My cock I knew very well, but even though he was circumcised too it was different. The crown was shaped different and the shaft had more visible veins running down it.

The next thing I knew I was wanking him slowly and reveling in a whole new sensation. I worked him up and down until another generous pool of pre-cum emerged from the tip. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but instead of my thumb this time I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and pushed it all over his cock head this time.

Joe yelped and jerked as he got the first feel of a man’s tongue on his pecker and I got my first taste of another man’s leaking moisture.

It tasted rather salty actually, much saltier than my own.

Joe panted heavily and I looked up at my best friend watching his chest arch and heave. His head was back and his eyes were barely open. I worked my tongue all around the head, back onto the tip and all around the head again before stopping. I could hear Joe start to groan more than moan in rhythm with my tongue slowly swirling around his thick shaft. He really was as was hard as steel and so warm and smooth.

It was an incredible sensation!

I looked up at Joe again, maintaining eye contact this time as I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft and then over and around his balls. I then traced my tongue back up his shaft until I reached his cockhead again, for some reason I paused and gave him the cheesiest grin, nothing seductive or lustful about it, just cheesy before I proceeded to press my lips down over the thick tip.

I didn’t know exactly what to do next or how to do it, but some instinct in me took over. I could hear Joe start to breathe even heavier as I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of what I was doing. His cock felt wonderful in my mouth. In all my non-existent bi-curious fantasies, I had never imagined a cock would feel that good in my mouth. I had only been able to get the first inch or so of my own between my lips earlier, but here I nearly had Joe’s entire length swallowed to where my lips were tickled by his pubes.

I had no idea what I was doing right to elicit the response I was getting from my best friend, although I did start to remember one memorable night when Ellen gave me a fantastic blowjob. Blowjobs were rare with her so it was easy to remember the really good ones. I tried to use my tongue like she had and he seemed to enjoy it but it wasn’t doing for him what I thought it should. So I decided I would do it the way I thought I’d like it done to me. I just sucked on him much like I had sucked myself earlier, hard but not too hard, and alternately sucked and licked the head all over.

Damn, if it wasn’t thoroughly arousing to give another man the kind of pleasure I’d given myself awhile before!

I was so turned on by what I was doing I almost couldn’t stand it, I was hard again! My cock pressed into the bed as I lay between Joe’s thighs. I even had the distinct feeling I might cum without being touched by myself or anyone.

The stimulation of giving head to another man was going to be enough to make me cum!

A moan escaped from Joe causing me to return my full attention to his cock. His cock felt so amazing sliding in and out of my mouth as I bobbed on it with increased urgency. I was confident I was doing it right with all his moaning and the blissful look on his face as he watched me suck and lick him, slowly sliding down his shaft more and sucking him still harder, until my cheeks caved totally in on him.

“Oh, damn!” he moaned. “Stop! You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.”

I smiled and stopped for just a second. “That’s kind of the idea isn’t?”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he said. “I never thought I’d ever be doing this, let alone liking it. I can’t believe I’m lying here with my cock in your mouth, in any guys’ mouth. Damn!”

“You want me to make you cum?”

“Yes! Now! Please, I can’t stand it.”

I was happy to oblige and so I really went to work on him. I grasped his cock tight in my hand and started yanking on it. I got into a mutual rhythm with my hand and my mouth.

Joe was continually moaning, with his head rocking from side to side, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I was barely aware he had put his hands on the back of my head, lightly, not forcefully as I sucked away and he started humping up into my mouth.

“Oh, damn! I’m gonna squirt my jizz into your mouth!”

“Mmmm, mmmm,” I groaned with my mouth tight around his cock. When I felt his cock begin to swell, I closed my eyes and dreamily thought again of the pictures of my wife doing this to me. I could feel him building to a climax, just like I had, feeling his cock grow even harder as I took him in full measure once again as Ellen had done me.

Suddenly his long legs stiffened. His moans became groans and then with one extended grunt his cock shot forth its mighty load. Joe was cumming and it definitely was no dream!

“Ohh, ahhh…” he grunted hard.

That first shot smacked against the back of my mouth and actually tickled rather than gagged me. It was an immediate and intense sensation. But as each jet of his cum shot to my throat I began to moan ever louder along with him. I was enjoying sucking off my best friend and swallowing down his cum!

It was weird you know. You’d think after a life of jerking off all the time I’d have noticed how hot cum was from my own, but it’s just not the same thing swallowing it. Joe’s cum seemed so extra hot and more sticky as it hit my throat. He moaned and gasped as he came and kept cumming, his body tensing and quivering the whole time.

I sucked all I could get out of him as I humped my own hard-on into the bed sheets.

Finally he collapsed back on the pillow, breathing hard.

I continued to suck on him as if I needed every drop of his hot cum from his still somewhat erect cock stirring in my mouth. He was obviously perfectly content to remain lodged there for a few moments more after his orgasm, until I heard his breathing slow and then a soft sigh as he seemed to continue to enjoy my warm mouth.

It had been too easy, all too easy! I had actually given a guy a blowjob!

I remained still, feeling perplexed and confused at what I had just done, but I also had a real sense of ecstatic pride for being part of another’s man joy. I had had my inauguration into the world of male oral sex.

I felt the once hard and heavy shaft recede further, shrinking down having spent itself as it finally slipped from between my lips. When I looked up, Joe was staring up at the ceiling; his eyes wide, his mouth open still panting lightly.

“Thank you,” he said, finally looking me in the eye and then looking down at his wilting penis next to my cheek, “Thank you so very much, really. I, I don’t know what else to say.”

I lay there silent for a few seconds, just feeling Joe’s warm body next to mine. Then I asked simply. “Did you really like it?”

“Oh yeah, that was one hell of a blowjob?”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, damn it was, it really was.” He looked back in my eyes with nearly the same look I got from Ellen after I’d just given her a body-rocking climax and was dumb enough to ask the same question.

“Hell, we’ve already jerked off together and you’ve sucked me off already…” I paused again. “You’re not going to make this weirder now are you? I mean its one thing to jerk off in front of friends, but to get sucked off by you and then suck you off.” I hesitated for another moment looking down at his limp manhood. “You really don’t think this is weird?”

“Hell, no, that really was fantastic. I never could have imagined it being that good. Okay, I have to admit it was terribly weird at first when I started doing you, but you seemed to be enjoying it so much I guess I just gave myself over to it. Anyway that was something!”

My eyes averted from his. “Yeah, well, I have to admit part of me liked the feeling of you in my mouth, although I wasn’t so sure when all that stuff of yours started spurting so fast. But feeling you moving so jerky like you did and hearing you groan, the whole while knowing I was the one doing that to you, made me feel good. I guess now I see how women can feel so good and powerful with our cocks in their mouths.”

“So are we just bi-curious guys then?” Joe asked looking at me with a sheepish grin.

“We’ve traded blowjobs,” I said, my voice getting a little ragged again, “so I’d say that takes us beyond curious and being bi at least once.”

“Tell me about it,” he said, leaning back on the bed.

I reached for the beer on the nightstand I had brought in with me earlier and even though it was warm it helped wash the remnant of his cum from my mouth. As I leaned back over to put the empty bottle back on the table I heard the bedroom door open. There in the doorway were Rich and Tom staring down at Joe and I sprawled naked on my bed.

Funny, I remember right then not being embarrassed for the first time that night, since I first realized we all had boners over my late wife’s photos. I sat up like nothing was out of the ordinary, even though I was still hard, laying there on the bed naked with my best friend and his wet cock laying on his thigh. Wet because of me!

“Well, I guess we weren’t the only horny drunk bastards, were we Tom?” Rich said to his buddy next to him.

“No, sure looks like these two horny bastards had fun, too,” Tom chimed in.

“You guys too?” I said in a somewhat knowing tone of voice.

“Yeah we traded favors the way it looks like you two did.” Rich reached over grabbed Tom’s crotch.

“Oh yeah, we did do that.” Tom reached over and grabbed Rich.

They both then tipped back their respective beer bottles as they groped one another.

What a sight that was!

Even though I wasn’t embarrassed in the least to be laying there naked with another boner, I was still nervous or maybe more confused. If these guys had just admitted to doing the same nasty thing with one another that Joe and I had and we all were still naked in front of one another, three of us with new erections, the two in the doorway getting a mutual jerk…what was next?

“So, stud boy Dave, what got you to sucking Joey boy’s cock? Did he threaten to tell on you and your kinky performance for us earlier?” Rich asked still stroking Tom’s risen manhood, then taking another slug of beer.

“Actually I did him first,” Joe replied quickly. “Besides, who are we going to tell on him to? We’re the ones with wives not him.” With that Joe sat up and reached out for my arm. “Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way Dave, really, I’m sorry.”

My eyes did well up at the thought of my beautiful wife again. But looking into his eyes and seeing his seriousness, before looking down at his crotch and all the remnants of my spit in that bush of pubic hair, I started into a broad smile. “Remember guys, when we used to go to that porn theatre back in college, you know the one down on the far side of town.” I got three knowing nods and grunts. “I remember this one porno had some really hot women in it that I used for some good jackoff material for weeks. But there was also one scene where while the two girls were going at it the two studs messed around. I remember at first feeling disgusted watching them jack one another off and then the one guy sucking off the other.” I sat back against the headboard and looked down at my hard-on. “To this day I have that image in my head. Not that I ever really had fantasies about doing it or doing what we’ve been doing tonight, but it stuck with me.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Rich said and walked on into the room, or rather somewhat stumbled in toward the bed. “I remember that movie. I also remember the two guys down in the row in front of us sucking each other off. That stuck with me even more all these years.”

“No way!” Tom exclaimed, himself staggering in, but he plopped on the bed, practically on my feet. “I never saw those guys. I remember the movie though. It was hot!”

“So, you two actually sucked one another’s cock?” Joe asked of the couple that were both sitting on the end of the bed by then.

“So? Looks like you two shared in the same nasty deed. And shit, looks like you both are ready for another one already.” He pointed between Joe’s legs and then mine.

I looked over and indeed Joe was getting hard again.

Tom looked me in the eyes and said, “You liked it? You liked getting your hard cock sucked by your best friend?”

“I, uh, well, yes I did.”

Tom got a pouting face and crawled up the bed over me. “But I thought I was your best friend.”

“You’re all my best friends,” I stated shakily as Tom’s naked body rubbed up over mine, his boner brushing against my calf.

Tom reached out and gave my hard cock a good tug, “You sure? I’m not so sure.”

“Uh, yeah, uh, I’m sure.” I watched as he tugged on me again.

“I’m still not sure,” and with that Tom fell head first over my crotch his cheek grazing my hard cock. “I need to make sure.” He raised his head, pulled my cock toward his mouth and swallowed down most of my length all at once.

The sensation and sight of that nearly sucked all the breath out of me!

As Tom sucked away on me and I tried to breathe again I watched Rich walk around the other side of the bed stroking his thick boner, looking at Joe the whole time.

“I could really use another one of those, too, best friend.”

“I must still be fucking drunk, but yeah, come here and give me that hard cock of yours,” Joe replied.

I watched Rich stand at the other side of the bed as Joe crawled up and put his face to the big man’s revived pole. But my closet friend’s warm masculine hands grabbed my balls and brought my focus back to my own pleasurable sensations. The next thing I knew I watched and felt Tom’s moist lips and then tongue wander all over my cock.

I got light-headed as my heart pounded so fast as I realized I was getting another blowjob, from a guy!

I could never in my wildest dreams have pictured the four of us manly men, best friends for years, doing the things we were doing on that bed together. Jacking off was one thing but mouthing one another’s cocks! Shocked as I was, I couldn’t pull away from Tom’s hot mouth, which was opened wider to take more of me in as the room filled with incredible sucking sounds and soft manly moans. The very same men who I’d play ball with, showered with at the gym and talked crude stories about women with over the years had their hotly throbbing cocks buried in their buddy’s mouth or sucking it.

As Tom slid more of me into his mouth he wrapped that strong hand fully around my balls and gave me a good squeeze. I responded with a gut-felt groan. He wasn’t as good as Joe, but he certainly was into it though and seemed literally hungry for my cock. He sucked me with increasing fervor, gagging every so often when he took my cock too deeply in his hot mouth.

The noises in the bedroom increased in volume, the telltale moaning and groaning sounds indicated that Rich and I were rushing head long toward a mutual orgasm.

It was possible! It was incredible!

“Mmmmm!” Tom moaned around my cock as he took it in and out of his eager mouth to the cries of pleasure from me above him, mixing with the lewd sucking and wet licking sounds coming from the other side of the bed with Joe on Rich.

At that moment, the big man’s deep booming voice grunted hoarsely and then shouted out, “Fuck! I’m cumming!”

I still couldn’t believe it as I watched it. Rich thrust his hips up to Joe’s face and it was obvious from the both of them he was shooting his hot white cum deep into his friend’s hungrily sucking mouth.

My mind swirled with the pleasure I was literally deriving just from watching the two of them while I had my hotly quivering cock in Tom’s eager mouth. Suddenly I felt strangely jealous it wasn’t me getting that mouth full of hot cum on the other side of the bed. But I didn’t have to wait long for something more satisfying as I bellowed out, “I’m going to cum! Yes! You’re going to make me cum, Tom!”

Tom pressed on grasping the lower half of my shaft and stroked as he sucked. Suddenly I felt it happening and clenched my butt as my thighs trembled and I reached my climax. Tom didn’t relent or hesitate in his vigorous assault my hard cock.

“I’m cumming!” I shouted. “Oh yes! I’m…, oh yes, I’m…I’m cummmmming!” My words turned into unintelligible groans of madness as I felt my legs stiffen and I shot a load of white sticky cum to the back of Tom’s mouth. He still didn’t back off. Instead he bobbed his head faster and jacked me off as I let go of it all. He moaned as he swallowed or tried to swallow. It must have finally overwhelmed him as he took me out of his mouth and kept cumming, shooting all over the place. Some shot to his face, one jet of white cum landed in his hair and across his forehead before the rest oozed out over his fingers.

I finally laid back and took it all in, again…three of us in that bed, Tom and Joe licking cum off their lips and chins, Rich leaning back with his cock dangling and dripping cum and spit as he finished off his beer.

I also saw that both Tom and Joe were still hard.

I smile at them both. “I guess that means it’s your guy’s turn.” I took a huge breath and moved off the bed to kneel down between a surprised Tom.

“What are you going to do?”

I grabbed his mostly hard cock and gave it few strokes. “What’s it look like I’m going to do?” I stroked him until he was fully hard and he leaned back on the pillows. I looked over at my other two friends and saw Joe stroking his rejuvenated manhood. “Rich I guess you have the honors with Joe now.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Rich said stepping forward and knocking Joe’s hand away, grabbing that hard pole for himself.

Tom’s cock stood rigid and already throbbing in my hand. I wanted it so badly I leaned forward and took him straight away between my lips. I sighed as this second hard cock slid into my eager mouth. The first thing I noticed was that he seemed much warmer than I remembered Joe being.

Tom thrust some as he tried to get his manhood all the way in. He tasted different than Joe, but I realized the taste of this man wasn’t unpleasant either; in fact, it was pretty familiar by then.

The wonderful taste of cock! I swirled my tongue around the almost rubbery swollen tip of his head. Tom heaved a huge sigh and pushed his hips forward slightly. I looked up and saw him smiling with satisfaction as he held my head when I began to bob slowly, sucking him in deeper with each of his small thrusts. I dropped down and ran my tongue across the tip of his cock. The taste of his pre-cum was less salty than Joes.

Enjoying the moans and groans I was eliciting I took real delight in licking him up and down.

“Oh shit!” Tom yelled.

As I squeezed his shaft in my fist and pulled up I watched in near delight as a slow stream of glistening and gleaming pre-cum oozed out of the tip and started to trickle down his mighty crown and onto my fingers. I swallowed him again and in quick darts drove my mouth, lips and tongue up and down, again and again over his hot cock in a lust I didn’t think I could have for another man’s manhood. Only, I knew it was more that I was eager to take Tom over the edge and into a mind-blowing orgasm. One I would want if he was doing it to me. All that mattered at the moment was making Tom cum!

There I was filling my mouth with another friend’s cock while my other friend did the same on his side of the bed. Rich was sucking Joe’s cock like a madman, his cheeks huffing and puffing in and out as he took that cock I had had my mouth on earlier.

Tom must have liked what I was doing as he was grunting and groaning still thrusting his hips into my mouth. I let him set the rhythm and just held my mouth over his crotch, letting him do me as he would do his wife’s hot wet pussy. I tightened my lips around his cock and wasn’t going to let him out until he was done. And all too soon I felt the tremble in Tom’s body as one hand pushed my head down further on his cock and he braced himself against the headboard with the other. He let out a gritty moan that seemed to echo throughout the bedroom if not the whole beach house. He tensed and buried himself deep in my mouth, then released and came back down. After just a couple more strokes like that his cock got thicker and he shoved forward really hard letting loose with the first jet of hot cum that hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed it quickly and without hesitation, knowing that there was still more to come.

I couldn’t believe I had a second cock spurting off in my mouth!

I looked over into the dresser mirror across the room and saw my bulging cheeks eating and swallowing this man’s hot sticky cum. I also looked up and saw the reflection of the glazed eyes of my friend as he thrust his hips with each of his last hot spurts as I continued sucking hard. It wasn’t as much as Joe had given me so I was able to swallow it all without coming up for a big breath of air.

When Tom’s orgasm finally ended he lay back on the bed as if totally drained. His cock was still in my mouth but it had gone limp pretty quickly. I wrapped my hand around the base of his wilted manhood and squeezed the last remaining cum out that little hole. I put my sticky lips back to his tip and sucked that up before letting it go altogether.

“Wow! You actually swallowed it, all of it.” Tom called down to me in a breathy drawl. “Rich spit it back out all over me.”

I chuckled and looked over at Rich still sucking away on Joe, but the recipient of that hot mouthing seemed more ready to go to sleep than pop off again. Rich was working hard though on that cock and was grunting enough for the both of them. Watching them I was either still buzzed with alcohol or drunk on lust but I knew I wanted more cock. I walked around the bed and knelt down next to Rich who was still going to town on our friend.

I rested my hand on Rich’s shoulder and asked, “Mind if I help?”

Rich abruptly stopped, turned his head and looked up at me with the most conscious but glazed over eyes I’d ever seen. “Sure, let’s do him together.” He said licking his lips and scooting enough to the side so I could get closer. He offered me the hard wet cock.

I lowered my head to Joe’s swollen tip, circling my tongue over it first, tasting what I presumed was Rich’s saliva before recognizing the familiar extra salty taste of Joe’s pre-cum. Rich gave him a good squeeze and up came a nice dollop more of that clear liquid out the tiny little hole. I stuck my tongue out and tasted pure Joe this time.

Then without further hesitation I opened my mouth and put my lips to his mighty cock. Rich and I proceeded to share Joe’s hard cock. Joe himself had his eyes half shut and he mumbled unintelligible sounds as we took turns sucking and slurping on him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tom smiling as he lay back on the bed half passed out.

It had to have been a good five minutes more before, slowly, Joe’s soft moaning and grunting turned to consistent groaning and I could feel his cock begin to swell between my lips. Rich rolled his balls in the palm of one hand and stroked the base of his shaft with the other.

Joe’s cockhead swelled suddenly and then he drawled on in an extended groan. “Uggghhhh!”

Next thing I knew his whole cock pulsed and he came.

I pulled off him this time, wanting to see him shoot. The way I had his cock pointed he should have hit me square in the face with his first shot, but he had built up such a new round of tension, I suppose, the first thick rope when flying over my head. It ended up floating down into Rich’s hair and across his forehead. The next volley did splatter on my cheek, but with the third Rich had pulled his cock toward him and he took a direct shoot between his open lips.

Before Joe shot off again I was able to cover his crown with my mouth and he splashed that warm salty cum over my tongue. As I swallowed it he looked down at me, with a mortified look on his face, right before he started laughing.

“I’m sorry, oh damn, I’m sorry about your face,” he said chuckling as the last of his cum leaked out across my tongue, “but damn that felt good.”

“I’m good, don’t worry.” I said as I wiped a glob of his cum that rested just below my left eye. At first I was going to wipe it off on the bed, but looking at it and then him, I put my finger to my mouth, winked, and sucked it off.

Joe sighed and then laid back, eyes closed and breathed calmly. In the next moment I heard Tom snoring away on the other side of the bed.

“Hell of a cum for a drunk man huh?” I said looking back at the big man who I’d helped accomplish the feat. When I did I saw someone was stroking another growing hard-on.

Damn if this guy didn’t have stamina!

“Speaking of cumming, um, you’re hard again.”

“Uh, yeah,” Rich said looking down at himself, “yep hard again and ready to get off one more time. So you want to suck my cock too? I’m the only best friend you haven’t done yet.”

I looked at our two friends both passed out on the bed then back over at Rich standing there with his naked cock jutting up immense and heavy from his groin. It was a mighty instrument of his obvious pleasure. I tussled with myself to keep from wanting to doze as I lay there while coming to grips with having already sucked off two of my friend’s, one of them twice. I couldn’t believe my mouth watered at the thought of how it would feel to explore forbidden lust with a third man.

“Why not,” I hoarsely said staring right at his bobbing hard-on.

Rich cocked his head and smiled crookedly. “Are you sure you’re not a real gay cocksucker after all? You sure as hell have gone way past being curiously bi about this shit.”

“I suppose I left the curious stage behind a couple sucks ago,” I readily admitted.

“Then go for it dude!” Rich thrust his hips up, his hard cock bouncing back onto his stomach.