Friends and Lovers

Chapter 5-1

Chapter 5

Jack couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He lay, naked, on Tom Weber’s bed. His best friend’s bed, his gay best friend.

He knew he was nothing like the usual guys Tommy took to his bed—twinks, he’d learned they were called, slim and pretty, wearing eyeliner and lots of product in their hair. They were so not Jack.

Jack was straight. He was six foot three, a big bear of a man who dwarfed his companion.

And yet it was he, on his back, who writhed helplessly, in mindless abandon, on sheets which were quickly becoming rumpled and hot.

Shoulders pushed back his legs, and strong fingers gripped his ass cheeks with bruising power, separating them and leaving him exposed as he’d never been. Before he could feel embarrassed at having that part of his anatomy on view, Tom set his tongue to exploring Jack’s hole, stroking across it, probing it.

“Tom! Sweet Jesus, Tom! That’s…it’s…” He had no words to describe what he was feeling, what his friend was doing to him.

Tom pulled back long enough to grin at him around Jack’s erect d**k, which bobbed with each breath Jack took, with each movement he made.

“You like what I’m doing?” Tom asked.

“f**k, yeah, man!”

“Dude, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Jack was so open, so ready for what Tom was doing to him. He’d never told anyone, but he’d wondered what it would feel like to have someone play with his ass. The single time he’d kind of, sort of hinted at it to Reba, she’d flung herself out of their marriage bed, knelt on the hardwood floor, and prayed for Jack’s soul. She refused to get in bed with him until he vowed to never ever even think of such a thing again, much less mention it to his God-fearing wife.

“Nooo.” He groaned when Tom stopped. He looped his forearms behind his knees and pulled his legs back further to encourage his friend to continue.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet. I believe you mentioned something about a blowjob?” This time, Tom dove down onto Jack’s d**k and swallowed it.

“Oh, sweet…that feels…don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He shuddered as he felt Tom hum around the mouthful of pure Southern c**k.

Jack had gotten blowjobs before from the women he’d dated between marriages, but this was the first one he’d had from someone who really knew what he was doing.

He grunted in surprise as a finger circled his hole and then pushed gently at it. He was feeling too good to object, especially since it didn’t hurt…wasn’t even uncomfortable. How…?

“Spit, Jack. It’s not as good as lube, but it works.”

“Spit?”

“When I was rimming you.”

“Rimming?” God, Jack couldn’t string two words together.

Tom chuckled, and Jack would have protested, but Tom swallowed his d**k again, and when his finger found a spot inside Jack and rubbed it in time with the way he sucked Jack, Jack wouldn’t have objected if his very soul depended on it.

He knew how his father would react if he ever learned his son had done something so beyond the pale. He’d often heard the old man denounce from his pulpit what he called the deviant behavior of sodomites. So Jack didn’t think about it.

Instead, words spilled from his lips, a garbled litany of incomprehensible, amazed pleasure. Having s*x with a woman was fine, it was great, but this…Sweat rolled along the hollow of his cheekbones. It beaded at his hairline and trickled into his eyes, and he blinked furiously against the sting. He had to remember to breathe, and he had to struggle not to tighten his palms on the head that was bobbing up and down on his d**k and urge faster movement.

The hot suction, the wicked tongue, the flicks and licks and nips…Jack lost his head and came with a howl.

Tom seemed to know when Jack’s d**k was too sensitive for even the lightest touch, and while Jack lay there gasping like a beached fish, trying to get enough air into his lungs, his best friend carefully let him slip from his mouth, then sat back on his heels.

Jack opened his eyes in time to see Tom catch a dribble of come on his tongue.

Ah, s**t! The afterglow of good s*x vanished. s**t, piss, f**k, and dammit all to hell!

Reba, his first wife, refused to take his c**k in her mouth, declaring it disgusting.

He’d never gotten that far with Truvie.

As for Julie, his third wife, she had hated like hell going down on him. The first time she’d grudgingly done it, he’d been overwhelmed by the fantastic sensations and hadn’t thought to warn her he was about to come. She’d screamed at him, rushed into the bathroom to vomit and then gargle the taste of him from her mouth. Afterward, she’d given him the deep freeze for days, even refusing to cook dinner for him. Finally, feeling like a wuss but wanting to have peace in his house, if only for the sake of his kids on those days when he had them, he’d gone out and bought her a tennis bracelet with diamond chips.

He’d winced at the cost, but Julie, with reproachful forgiveness, had let him back into their bed, and a form of peace had been restored. And although she had fellated him a few more times, she’d made him promise never to come in her mouth again.

As good as it felt, it just wasn’t worth the aggravation, so eventually he’d stopped asking her.

What Tom had just done to him was so far beyond Julie’s reluctant attentions…Jack gnawed on his lip. What was he going to do if his friend was pissed with him?

What was he going to do if Tom didn’t want to be his friend anymore?

“Buddy…” Jack winced at the begging tone in his voice. He looked up into Tom’s eyes.

Tom was grinning like a loon. “You taste good, Jack.” He caught another stray drop on his finger, sucked it into his mouth, and licked his lips. Then to Jack’s utter surprise, Tom winked at him.

It’s okay! Jack was so relieved that he grabbed Tom’s arms, pulled him down onto his chest, and kissed him.

No tongues, but for his first guy-guy kiss ever, it wasn’t awful, even with the taste of his own come on Tom’s lips; in fact, it was damned nice, and he thought maybe he’d like to try it again. He told Tom as much.

“Jack. Dude, you said you didn’t want to kiss me.” Tom sounded stunned. “You…Why did you?”

“Can’t a guy change his mind?” He loosened his grip on his best friend and met his eyes, smiling as they warmed. He could feel the tension leave Tom’s body. “I just have one question for you now.”

“Yeah?”

“How in hell can I match that?”

Tom extended his arms out to the side and flopped backwards onto the bed, the smile on his face so boyish and happy that Jack grinned in automatic response.

“I told you, Jack. Whatever you feel comfortable doing. We can do anything you want.”

“Anything?” He suddenly had an idea. It had felt so good when Tom had tongued his hole. Who would have thought that area could be so sensitive? And dammit, he was a considerate lover. The least he could do was give Tom a taste of his pleasure back.

“Uh…Jack?”

“Okay, buddy. You said anything.” Jack’s grin broadened. He licked his way across Tom’s torso, from one n****e to the other, to the sensitive spot below his arm, tugging gently on his underarm hairs, inhaling his clean, masculine odor. “You smell good, babe. No deodorants. I really like that.”

He paused at Tom’s navel and found his friend was as ticklish there as he was. Tom convulsed. He rolled around on the bed like a little boy, making sounds that had Jack chuckling as he rubbed his cheek against Tom’s treasure trail of hair that led from his torso to his groin. Then he moved down lower, nuzzled Tom’s d**k out of the way, and mouthed his balls, sucking on them gently.

But they weren’t Jack’s ultimate goal; he had something else in mind, and it made him feel absolutely adventurous.

With an audible slurp, he let them slide out of his mouth and gave them a final lick before he braced Tom’s legs on his shoulders. His broad palms rested on each taut, toned ass cheek and he spread them.

“You know something, buddy? You’ve got an amazing ass! So hard, so…”

“Jack? What are you…?” Tom’s question dissolved into a gurgle of incoherence that matched what he’d drawn from Jack.

Jack couldn’t speak, because his mouth, his lips and teeth and tongue were busy eating his friend’s hole. Is that what I sounded like? Oh, yeah, Tom, make that sound again. Man, oh, man! I have to remember to tell Tom this is even better than eating p***y!

Gradually, Jack’s d**k became very interested in the proceedings. It swelled, thickened, lengthened. But this one was for Tom, and he sternly admonished Sweet Jack to behave.

When he judged his friend was inches away from orgasm, Jack pulled back.

“Huh? What…” There was a glazed, dazed look in Tom’s eyes. “Dammit, Jack, why’d you stop?”

“Um…Tom…were you serious about me doing that other thing?”

“What other…” Tom’s gaze sharpened. “You mean about me wanting you to f**k me? Damn straight I was serious.”

“Cool. What do I do?” Jack’s d**k was bobbing, and he spared it a brief glance. Sweet Jack was going to get some, and it didn’t much care where it was going to poke its head, as long as it was hot and tight.

“The supplies are on the nightstand. You’ll have to stretch me a bit, I haven’t done this since—” He bit off the rest of what he’d been about to say.

“It’s okay, Tom.” Jack leaned forward and kissed the hinge of his friend’s jaw. “I’ll take care of you.”

Tom looked disgruntled. “I’m the experienced one here.”

“Then quitcherbitchin’,” he teased, “and tell me what to do.”

“Okay, put some of the lube on your fingers. Let it warm,” he growled as Jack moved to smooth it over his hole.

“Sorry.” But Jack knew Tom was teasing him; he was grinning, his d**k was hard and oozing precome, and his hole yielded sweetly to the pressure of Jack’s lubricated finger. Things were progressing nicely.

Jack squeezed out more lube, inserted a second finger, and rotated them. He found the small bump he was searching for and listened to Tom becoming as desperate as he’d been when his prostate had been manipulated.

This is nothing like when Doc Wilson tells me to turn my head and cough. Jack’s laugh was silent, and he watched intently as a third finger disappeared into his friend’s body.

“Jesus, Jack, what the f**k are you doing?”

“Hey, I know the drill, buddy.”

“Huh? What drill?”

“You know. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, dick.”

“Where the f**k did you hear that?”

“Online. I told you I’m not completely computer illiterate.” After Tom had asked him for this favor—and after Jack had recovered from his mini meltdown—Jack had done a little research, and had found some really illuminating sites on the Web.

Tom gave a snort of laughter. “Never mind. If you aren’t trying to kill me, then just get a condom the f**k on and do me.”

“Whatever you say, buddy.”

Jack’s fingers trembled as he tore open the foil packet and withdrew the rubber.

Tom was shivering, and Jack looked up quickly, but he could read nothing on his friend’s face beyond impatient desire. He smoothed the condom over his d**k and applied a liberal coating of lubricant. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Tom, even inadvertently.

“Okay, here we go.” Jack positioned his d**k at his friend’s hole and began to push. The tight ring of muscle resisted, and then gradually yielded to accept the bulk of his d**k. “Jesus, you’re so hot!”

He kept his eyes on Tom’s face, stopping when he saw the tense curl of Tom’s mouth. “Baby?”

“It’s okay,” Tom gasped. “Just…just give me a second…”

“So hot. So tight. It’s a…a good thing you took the…the edge off for me, babe,” Jack said between gritted teeth. “Otherwise I’d be slamming into you like it was nobody’s business, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No way,” Tom managed to say. “You’d never hurt me. Ahhh. That’s better.” His grimace was replaced by a wide-eyed grin, and he locked his ankles behind Jack’s back and rocked his hips.

Jack gave a surprised grunt. He was buried deep in Tom’s ass, surrounded by heat, and he swore. It had never been like this, not with his ex-wives, not with the occasional women he’d dated.

He grinned himself when Tom’s eyes suddenly grew even wider; he let out a deep groan, and Jack knew he’d found his prostate.

“f**k! f**k!” It became a mantra.

“That’s…that’s what I’m…I’m doing, buddy.” Jack’s hips rocked in time to it, driving deeper into his friend’s snug, hot ass. Jack wrapped his fingers around Tom’s d**k and started to jerk him off, loving how the skin slid against his palm like warm silk.

“Harder, Jack. I’m not made of glass. f**k me harder, goddammit. I’ve never felt…This is so…You’re so…Harder, goddammit!”

Suddenly, Jack howled. “What did you do?”

Tom’s smile was smug. “I squeezed your…your d**k with my ass.”

“Well, damn.”

“Want me to stop?”

“f**k, no.”

Tom laughed and clenched his internal muscles rhythmically, and Jack drove into him with increased intensity.

They were both sweating and panting. Jack leaned forward and licked the drops from Tom’s Adam’s apple. “God, I love the way you taste.” He changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, dipped his head to take a n****e between his lips and suckle strongly, rubbed his thumb across the slit at the tip of his friend’s d**k, and pressed down firmly.

Tom’s eyes went vague, his words became incoherent, and hot, milky fluid shot from his d**k, spilling over Jack’s fingers, onto Tom’s navel, up to his chest, drops even clinging to the n****e that had been waiting Jack’s attention.

The expression on Tom’s face as he sagged bonelessly onto the mattress pushed Jack higher. His balls tightened, drew up, and then he was over the edge, pulsing into the condom that was the only barrier between his friend and himself.

“Tom. Buddy…that was…fantastic. I’ve never felt anything…” Although he was still a little short of breath, Jack couldn’t stop talking. “Jesus, babe…No wonder why you gay boys do this. It’s—”

Tom opened his eyes, and the rest of Jack’s words caught in his throat, and his heart stuttered.

His friend’s lashes were spiked with moisture. A single drop clung for a moment, and then spilled over to roll down his cheek.

“What’s wrong?” Jack demanded, frantic. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

For a second, Tom didn’t say a word.

“Baby?”

Then he murmured, “Kiss me, Jack? Please? I’ve…that’s just…Please kiss me?”

“Sure, baby. Sure.” Jack brushed the tear away. His lips lightly grazed over Tom’s face before they settled on lips that were salty…from sweat? from tears? They parted beneath Jack’s, and a hesitant tongue stroked across the seam of his mouth.

Jack groaned, parted his lips, and accepted his best friend’s tongue in his mouth. Their arms tightened around each other, and they clung together as they shared their first carnal kiss.

Gradually he felt Tom become calmer.

“I’m too heavy for you like this,” Jack whispered as he nuzzled Tom’s fair hair.

“Never too heavy. Ah, damn, I’m losing you.”

Jack had been softening, and now he slipped out of Tom. He grabbed his d**k before the condom could spill its contents, and sighed.

“Guess I’d better take care of this.”

Jack rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, knowing without looking that Tom was watching him. He tossed the used condom into the john and flushed, then soaked a washcloth in warm water. After he squeezed out the excess water and cleaned himself up, he rinsed the washcloth, wrung it out, and went to take care of his friend.