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I was sitting on my sofa watching the game when John came in to join me. Darlene was out shopping or something, I couldn't remember, I just knew we had the place to ourselves.
I kept looking over at John sitting next to me. He had his hand down his shorts, scratching his balls and idly playing with his dick. I started to get hard watching him. I could see the tuft of pubic hair crawling out around his waistband.
"Damn, I'm so horny" he said, rubbing his dick along the front of his shorts. My dick was already hard and pressing against the fabric. "You mind if I rub one out?"
"Uh no, that's cool" I said. He had never been so forward with me like this. Maybe what we did changed all that? I watched as he stroked his dick, my dick rising in my shorts.
"Come on, join me" he said, reaching over to tug at my waistband. He reached in and pulled out my dick, stroking it just like he'd done in the motel. It felt so good, I leaned my head back against the sofa, feeling his hand moving up and down my dick. He pulled my skin down and held the base of my dick. Then I felt a new sensation. I looked down to find his head in my lap. He was sucking my dick!
"What the fuck?" I said, pushing him away.
"I've waiting so long to do that again," he said, still holding on to the base of my dick, drool leaking down his chin. "I know you remember that night in the truck. I've never forgotten it."
"I … remember," I said, relaxing a little. He leaned forward again, and I felt my dick sink into his mouth. It felt so good, better than anyone who'd sucked me. He focused all his attention on it. I tugged on his shirt and he lifted his arms to let me pull it off. He pushed down his shorts, then dropped to his knees between my legs. He reached up and grabbed hold of my dick, smacking himself in the face with it a few times before devouring it to the base.
"Oh fuck," I squealed, as I invaded his throat.
I pulled off my shirt, and he pulled down my shorts as he licked my balls one then the other, sucking each into his mouth.
He crawled up my body, licking my dick, then my abs, then nibbling on my hard nipples. Then he moved up, so his face was hovering over mine. He had that same cocky grin on his face. Then he leaned in and kissed me. His scruffy lips cutting into mine as our tongues wrestled. I felt his dick pressing against mine as our bodies ground together.
He got up on the sofa, standing with his dick hovering inches from my face. Precum dripped from it in a long strand. I couldn't believe I was going to do this. I stuck out my tongue and licked his precum. He moved closer, and I felt his dick brush my lip. I opened my mouth and let him in. I licked the soft underside, feeling the hard core move under the skin. He grabbed hold of my head in his strong hands. He began to fuck my face, inching deeper into my mouth.
"What the fuck!" I heard Darlene yell followed by a loud crash as the groceries she was holding fell to the floor smashing into pieces.
I sat up suddenly, blinking into the darkness. My mind was racing as quickly as my heart. Have you ever had a dream where for minutes after you wake up, you are still working out what was real and what was the dream? This was one of those. It was so vivid, I could still see Darlene's face, and my mind raced to find a way to save our marriage. I looked over to find she was sleeping soundly next to me. I was relieved that it didn't happen, while at the same time parts of me wished it had. My dick was rock hard for one thing. I tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but my mind was racing. I couldn't make it calm down.
I got up and headed to the kitchen to get something to drink. That didn't help, so I slipped on my sweats and shoes and walked out onto the patio. It was a quiet night and the stars seemed closer somehow. There was a chill in the air I had not expected. I shivered as I walked down the driveway. I wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood, trying to comprehend what John and I had done. In the back of my mind, there was this itch, something gnawing at me. I was both angry at myself for letting it get that far but excited at what might happen in the future.
I found myself standing in the middle of John's front lawn. I don't remember how I got there. I could see a light on in the back of his house. All of the houses in this development were pretty much the same cookie cutter design. The light was coming from John's den. I walked around to the back to see if I could see if he was up. Maybe I'd knock on the window to get his attention and we could talk.
I could see the tv was on. I was about to tap on the window when caught sight of John. He was on his sofa, completely naked. I watched as he stroked his big dick, looking intently at the screen of his laptop. I started getting hard watching him stroke himself, thinking about the feeling of his dick in my hand. I was tempted to go in and join him, but I was afraid to. I reached into my sweatpants and tugged on my dick, watching him.
He hit a few keys and then started stroking again. He must have been looking up porn. I wondered what he was watching. From this angle, I couldn't see the screen.
I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, standing at my best friend's window, stroking my dick as I watched him. It was dark, and I knew no neighbors could see me, even if they were up this late. I looked around cautiously before pulling down my sweats and letting my dick hover in front of me in the cool night air.
John was stroking frantically now, eyes focused on the screen. I could almost hear his precum lubed dick slapping with each stroke.
Then a gusher flowed from the head of his dick. It hung in the air like it was weightless for a moment before it fell to his chest. A second and third shot followed. His balls pulled up against him as he held his dick tight at as the last of his cum dribbled into the mat of black hair at the base. He lifted his cum covered hand to his face and sniffed it. Then he did something that shocked me. He licked the come from his finger like he was licking off barbecue sauce. Sticking each finger in his mouth, one at a time, he savored the juices. He even scooped up some of the drops that hit his chest and licked them up. I was in shock. Sure, I was curious what it was like when I first learned to masturbate, and yes, I did taste it. I thought it tasted weird, and it seemed wrong somehow, so I stopped doing it. John apparently had no such hangups. He set the laptop down on the ottoman and got up to clean himself up. I watched his ass bounce with each step as he left the room.
The screen of the laptop was now facing me. I could just make out what he'd been watching. My mouth hung open as I stepped closer to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. With my face plastered to the windows, I could clearly make out a bed in a hotel room, the same bed and hotel room we'd been in. There on the bed was John holding my dick and me holding his.
What the fuck! How did he get that video? Were my suspicions true after all? If he wasn't Candy herself, was he working with her to get me to do these things?
I looked up from the laptop to find John staring at me in the window, a look of panic on his face. I turned and ran, forgetting my dick was hanging out, bouncing as I ran through his gate and out onto our street.
I only paused a moment to slip my hard dick back in my shorts.
"Wait!" I heard John call out to me, but I kept running. I didn't stop running until I was in my garage, panting with my heart in my throat.