CURIOSITY'S CURE

I knew the knock on the door was JB before I answered it.  Shelly had already called Tracy and given the details of their argument.  Tracy in turn had shared those details with me and no matter how much we said that we were not going to be in it we had clearly chosen sides.  It was guys versus girls. But considering the circumstances I was expected to be on the women’s side, but I couldn’t leave JB to stand alone,  at least not without hearing his side first. 

“Hey, Rich I’m going to need a place to stay for a couple of nights.”

Saying nothing I motioned with my head in the direction of the kitchen and began walking in that direction.  He followed sheepishly managing a nervous “Hi” to Tracy before we headed down the basement stairs to my man cave.  This is where all the guys from the neighborhood came, be it for poker; the big game or someone was simply in the doghouse.

JB spoke first, his voice now shakier than before.

“You know we’ve all had that gay dream right, whether we want to admit it or not…”

“This was no dream, JB. Your wife found gay porn and your “fantasy” journal in the back of your closet!” A journal that puts your male friends on a “to screw” list of which I’m at the friggin’ top of for Christ sake!  I shouldn’t even be talking to you.  The other four guys have put as much distance between you and them as possible.”  JB winced. My words hurt.

Why had I let him come over? I had never thought of fucking another man before, but my friend’s newly exposed desires for me caused my dick to twitch with excitement. 

“Man, I’m not gay or on the down low. Just hear me out.  I’m just a little..curious. They’re only fantasies and I’ve never wanted to act on them. You don’t understand!”

“Make me understand.”  I stepped closer to him my 6’4 250 lb. bulk challenging him to make me see things his way.  At 5’11 200 pounds he was no small guy but I knew that under the circumstances I intimidated him. He looked down to avoid eye contact only to see the growing bulge in my sweats. As he looked back up at me surprised, I clutched his handsome, dark brown face in my hands and lowered my mouth to his kissing his soft, full lips. It felt natural as I locked him in my embrace. He wasted no time exploring my body with eager hands.  His left, making its way into my waistband and grabbing a fist full of cock. 

“You’re bigger than I’d fantasized”, he said breathily as he wiggled free of my bear hug and slid down the length of my body. Before I could respond he took me into his warm velvety mouth and hungrily devoured me as if I were his last meal.  I found it hard to believe that he had not done this before as he effortlessly swallowed all ten inches of me without engaging his gag reflex.  And as much as I’d have loved to unload in his hot mouth I had my mind set on emptying my balls in his tight rump.  I stepped back and motioned toward the sectional as I removed my clothes. 

“Since you’re not really gay let’s get this queer shit out of your system. Put an end to this little “curiosity” of yours.”



“Okay”, he said, apprehension in his tone as I pushed him onto the large sofa, my hands yanking off his basketball shorts and boxer briefs as he removed his t-shirt.  I grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs, spreading them wide.  His brown eye winked at me seductively as he contracted his sphincter muscles in anticipation.  The sight of him lying there, his ebony skin in such contrast to my own paleness, the muscular globes of his ass spread invitingly and the mere thought of popping his man cherry almost took me over the edge.

I pressed my engorged dickhead to his asshole in several unsuccessful attempts to get inside him.  After vigorous fingering and several gobs of spit I managed to ease my fat lubed-up tip into his vice-like opening.  He moaned and squirmed beneath me but I pressed forward with all my weight, my hands pressed flat on his pecks rendering him almost immobile.  He was pinned, his legs over my shoulders and the thick length of me fully impaling him.  As I began to thrust I was thankful that I had installed soundproofing during the remodel as Tracy would have surely heard his cries of pain filled pleasure. The more he tried to muffle the moans the harder my assault on his anus.  I pounded him for all I was worth until I filled his chute with my cream.  Exhausted I fell back against a pile of pillows and watched him feverishly work his shaft until it exploded, spattering his thighs and stomach with cum.

***

We dressed in silence.

“Thanks man….for everything”, JB said as I mounted the stairs.

“That’s what friends are for JB.  That’s what friends are for.”



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