A Friend's Confession

"This would be a good place to stop if you're freaked out about it. Believe me, Mike...I just want to let you feel something incredible...its not about anything other than that. Stop still means stop." He spoke softly, but deeply, as he rolled my balls between his fingers...his chin resting on my shoulder.

Even with my cock standing tight against my belly and beginning to leak pre-cum, I took a moment to consider my options. At no time in my life would I have ever thought I'd be hard in the same room with another guy. I've never seen another man's erection in person, much less had it pressed against my butt...I couldn't deny, however, that at this very moment I really wanted to see it and even hold it in my hand. How the hell did I get from wanting nothing but pussy, to Mike rubbing my balls, so quickly?

"Look...sorry to break the rules...but I have to tell you that anyone other than you probably would have been punched out by now. I know you, I trust you, and that makes things different...I just didn't think I'd ever be going gay in the last ten minutes." 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. If you try to make it into more than that...I may punch you out." Drew 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 weird as hell 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 need to rinse this soap away from my eyes anyway."

I welcomed the opportunity to get off my wobbly legs as Drew 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 Drew's erect cock. We were just about the same length at around seven inches, but he was a bit thicker...in proportion, I thought, to his bigger frame. It was odd to watch the soap bubbles flow down his naturally smooth body and drip from his low hanging, and apparently shaved, balls. I have more body hair than my friend...while I keep things trimmed and tidy, I've never shaved anything completely.

"You shave your balls? I don't think I could take a razor anywhere near the boys."

"It's really pretty easy...Tracy did it the first time...said she didn't like the hair on her tongue when she licked them. Needless to say, I've been doing it ever since." Drew replied as he turned toward me, his cock bouncing with every step. "Want to feel them? Makes your sack really soft and silky."

I must have had a look of near horror on my face as my best friend stood only a foot away, his balls and hard cock in plain sight. I had never seen any man in this condition, much less this close, and I had no idea how to react. I was a wreck of mixed emotions...curiosity, lust, and revulsion all at the same time. My dilemma wasn't helped in the least that my own rod was still twitching and hard as ever.

"I can tell you're getting really freaked, dude. You don't have to do a damn thing you don't want to. Lets just get out of here and call this the biggest fuck-up of my life."

"No...I want to feel it." I said almost robotically as I watched my own hand rise between Drew's legs and cup his ample balls. The whole thing happened almost in slow motion...my mind seemingly detached from the rest of my body. My motions were shaky and clumsy as I gently lifted and rolled his nuts with my right hand. The feeling was really quite different from handling my own jewels...the skin remarkably soft and smooth. Drew gripped his cock and stroked himself slowly as I remained fascinated with his shaved sack...a thin string of pre-cum flowed from his prick and came to rest on my forearm.

"Amazing how different it feels, isn't it? This should feel pretty wild too." Drew 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 Drew pull my cock down level with his own and began stroking them together between his work-worn 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.

"Mmmm...damn, that feels so fucking strange."

"That's it, man...just enjoy the feeling. This isn't about anything other than feeling good."

I was lost in the sensation as I could feel Drew move one hand away from our cocks and use it to guide my right hand toward his groin. I tensed, and instinctively tried to pull away, but Drew kept his grip firm.

"Please...just try it for a minute. You already know how different it feels to have someone else touch you there. I've been wanting to feel a man's firm grip again for years...it's hard to describe how different it is from a woman's touch."

"I...I don't know, man. Isn't this the kind of shit we should be doing with our wives?" I said as my breathing became irregular once again.

"Absolutely...and I intend to do it with her the next time she's home for more than ten minutes. This isn't about abandoning our wives or giving up pussy...it's about just one more way to get off when we're the only ones around." Drew's voice was calm and understanding as he let go of my arm and left the decision up to me.

"So help me, if you let it out that I've been scratching your balls, I will fucking kill you." I said with a nervous grin on my face as I reached over and gripped Drew's throbbing cock.

Drew 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 Drew 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 my buddy feel that good...I certainly wasn't running away from the things he was doing for me. We stood there for several minutes just stroking and playing with each other's balls. I was nagged by the fact that I was enjoying every second of our little circle jerk, but still felt in the back of my mind that the whole thing was just wrong.

"We'd better get out of here before the hot water runs out...I hate being cold." Drew 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, bud...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 probably would have said it more forcefully if I hadn't actually caught myself looking at his ass. I'm not afraid to admit that I can identify another man as handsome, and Drew certainly qualified. There was no doubting why the girls in college, not to mention his wife Tracy, were all over him. I just couldn't believe I was looking with more than just a passing interest. With the direct contact and the tension broken for a moment, I was slowly starting to feel like myself again, and the hardness of my cock began to ease. I had already begun formulating ways of gracefully ending tonight's experiment. I couldn't believe I had let it go that far, much less enjoyed it, and struggled to put the whole thing into the context of our friendship.

"Drew, man...I sure as shit can't deny it felt good...but I think it should end here. I'm being straight up with you though, when I say this won't affect our friendship...if anything we're probably closer than ever...its just a little weird for me."

"I understand and I have to apologize. I was horny as hell and thinking with my dick. I convinced myself you needed release as much as I did. With your wife's allergies, and Tracy's constant traveling, I thought you might be open to it. Shit...I even convinced myself you'd been looking at my crotch all day! You know me as well as anybody, and you know I'm not a fag...but telling you about my one and only three-way, together with the porn incident, had me thinking less than clearly. At least you didn't beat the shit out of me." Drew said as he wrapped the towel around his waist...the front tenting out from his deflating erection.

"I wasn't bullshitting...if it had been anyone else but you, they would have been picking up their teeth. I still can't believe I did that without being drunk or stoned. It wasn't too bad, though." Why the hell did I say that last part? I hoped that Drew paid no attention to my unintentional admission that it had been at least pleasurable.

"We can fix the drunk part...lets go the living room, watch the game, and drink until our memory's are a blur."

"Sounds like a plan to me." I said as I stepped toward the hall and into my room.

We both met in the living room, each wearing only a t-shirt and loose basketball shorts. After several beers, and watching as many games as we could find on TV, Drew and I settled back into our routine of bullshit small talk. Hours were spent discussing lousy players, how to put tile on the wall, and other vital topics of national interest. We had a good buzz going, but were nowhere near being stupidly drunk. I guess you could say were just happy and uninhibited. By now it was getting fairly late, and Drew came across some soft porn on one of his premium cable channels.

"Wow...now those are some nice ones...not that Tracy's aren't great, but those look incredible. You think those blimps are real, dude?" Drew said looking intently at the screen and slouching in the sofa.

"Doubt it...not much bounce to them, and she's riding him pretty hard. Only silicone would stay that firm." I said, sounding like some kind of boob authority.

"Probably right...still, after tonight I wouldn't mind plowing a row between them. Been way too long since I last buried my face in Tracy's ample set." Drew absent-mindedly adjusted himself in his shorts while still intent on the fake sex in front of us.

"You really are one horny fuck...how long has it been since you got any?"

"Damn near a month, man. Tracy hates it too...but things will settle down after this trip. At least I hope so."

As I looked over at my friend, the movement behind the nylon material of his shorts made it clear that the movie, or the conversation, were getting him wound up again. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him...I knew it had been a while, but I had no idea it'd been that long. With Linda's allergies in full force, she hasn't been in the mood lately either, and it had been about two weeks for me. If I was horny enough to let things happen a few hours ago...I couldn't imagine how tense he must be by now. Regardless, I was committed to not going down that road with him again.

"One last beer, and I'll leave you to spend the night with Rosie." I said as I got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Yeah...thanks. Wow...simulated ass fucking. You don't see that often in soft porn. Does Linda ever take it in the ass? Tracy won't, but doesn't mind sticking a finger or two up mine." Drew inquired as the scene in the movie changed gears.

"This is definitely your last beer. Talk about too much information. But since I'm feeling no pain either...yes, Linda likes it in the ass every now and then. My ass is exit only, however." I said as I passed him his beer.

"You should ask her to try it, man. If she hits the right spot, it will send you to the moon."

The tent in his shorts was getting much more pronounced, and Drew made no attempt to hide it. I couldn't help but look as it snaked down his leg and pulled the fabric tight. I put my hands in my lap, holding the bottle between my legs, hoping to disguise my own swelling member. In the back of my mind I knew I wanted to touch it again, feel the heat and silky smoothness. I also knew that's not what guys do...I had a damn hot wife, and she had always been more than enough...until now.

"I'm going to call it a night, man...see you in the morning." I said, leaning over to place my empty bottle on the coffee table.

"No...you're not leaving yet...not until we both get off."

Drew quickly grabbed my leg and pulled me flat on the sofa. Pulling the leg of his shorts above his hard cock, he placed his body above mine. Pinning me to the sofa 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.

"What the fuck are you doing, asshole! Get your damned dick away from me!" I nearly shouted as I twisted under the weight of his body.

"Cut the macho "I'm too straight for this" shit. You didn't grope yourself while I was sleeping, or stay in that shower, just because we're friends." With one hand still pressing firmly down on my chest, he straddled my legs and began tugging the shorts down my hips with his other hand. Once my cock was free of the material, he gripped it firmly and began a now familiar stroking motion. "You wouldn't be fucking hard as a rock if you weren't curious and interested. Tell me I'm lying." Drew said, squeezing my nipple and encircling my cock and balls with his fingers wrapped tightly around the base.

"I'm horned up and you've got your hand on my cock...hardly any fucking surprise I've popped some wood, you son of a bitch! Get the fuck off me, and go jack-off somewhere, before I kick the shit out of you!" My body started to relent under the pleasure of his grip, and I fought less to escape, despite the anger in my words.

"I know you well enough to believe that most of this outrage is just show. I'm going to keep doing what I'm sure we both want until you either kick me in the balls, or you relax and go with the flow."

Without even waiting for a response, Drew 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 couch and tried slide out from under him, but Drew 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, his nose eventually buried in my reddish-brown pubes. Neither my wife, nor any of my girlfriends, had ever swallowed me that quickly. 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 blowjob I'd ever had. Drew did indeed know me all too well...and I succumbed to the sensations he was giving me...but I wanted him to know I was finished being passive about the whole thing.

"Shit man...you're a damn good cocksucker. 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. I was still just a little angry, but also incredibly turned-on, as I watched my cock slip in and out of my friend's mouth. Drew nearly gagged, moaning deeply, as I pumped his head up and down my cock.

"Fuck, yeah dude...make me eat it...you're cock tastes great, man" Drew said, panting for breath while staring at my spit-soaked member.

"Lick my furry balls, you cock-sucking bastard." 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. Drew did exactly as he was told, without hesitation. I could hardly believe how good he was at this...and how much I was getting into it...savoring every minute he spent teasing my pole.

"This is fucking great, but I think its time to even the playing field, buddy." Drew 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 my prick it hadn't occurred to me that he might expect the same in return. Until now, nearly all the attention was focused on me...now it seemed it was time to reciprocate. My heart was now racing from nervousness and fear as Drew stood next to me, grabbed me firmly by the hair, and pulled me off the couch into a kneeling position before him. I instinctively shut my eyes, and tightly closed my lips as he pressed my face into his crotch...the short, blond pubic hairs pressed into my nose. I could smell the musky odor of him as he slid the hot shaft of his cock across my unyielding lips.

"Suck on it, Mike. Taste my cock...it's not a fucking request this time around. I know you want it or you would have already pulled my balls off...now fucking eat it."

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 until I accepted the fact that I would have to coat it in spit for lubrication. Moving my tongue around the spongy flesh, I managed to reduce the friction at my lips while Drew moaned in appreciation.

"Oh, yeah...that's it...do what you know feels good for you, all those things that you wish Linda could do better to your own dick."

Drew gave me little choice as he slowly rocked his hips against my face...easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. I struggled to accommodate the head, and the shaft was even wider...I couldn't understand how Tracy managed to do this at all. My jaw ached as I stretched to bring about four inches of Drew's length inside before I started gagging.

"Just try and relax, buddy...coat it heavy in spit...you'll be amazed how much you can take. If I can do yours, you can do mine." Drew said as he tried to push in even further.

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! That damn thing is fucking huge!" I said, wiping spit off my chin.

"Take what you can...your tongue felt great on my cock. Relax and take your time...it does get easier. Tracy has a dildo she makes me suck before she shoves it my ass, so I've had a bit more practice." Drew said matter-of-factly, as though he were discussing the weather. I was mildly shocked at that latest confession...but then again, I was on my knees sucking my first cock, and not running away...it was getting harder to surprise me.

"I'm still not sure about all this shit...but I'm confident it will never leave this room...I trust you that much."

"You can bank on it...this is just you and me. Now suck on my nuts while you catch your breath. I'm not giving you another minute to over analyze this thing."

Drew lifted his cock and exposed his low hanging pair to me for the second time this evening. He was right, and I was tired of thinking about everything we were doing. My lust and curiosity were winning out, and I was ready to just let events take me where they may. If touching them was strange earlier, licking the silky shaved sack and gently sucking on each orb was even stranger. I found myself loving the feel of his balls as they flowed over my nose and chin. Within minutes, I was ready to attack is cock again...this time without trying to convince myself that I hated it. I ran my tongue from Drew's nut sack, up the bottom edge of his prick, flicking lightly at the spot just under the head. I moved my hand to grasp the twitching monster, but Drew kept me away.