A New Buddy
Discover the thrilling adventure of self-discovery and desire in ‘A New Buddy.’ This captivating gay sex story explores unexpected connections and the sparks that fly when friendship takes a passionate turn. Join the journey of two men as they navigate their desires and deepen their bond in a tale that promises excitement and intimacy.
I was walking up a small hill in our town park. At the park pavilion itself there was large family type party in progress sponsored by my company and I was in fact the one who did the planning for it. The boss’s wife was now handling it.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like the people but I no longer had a family and felt out of place. I was walking away from the popular areas and towards what was labeled the nature zone, the part of the park that did not get mowed.
There were some nice trees and some large rocks and that was were the kids went to fuck but I just walked over to the other side of the hill and out of sight. I was not alone there. One guy was there masturbating.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said when he saw me.
“You are Choles in sales, right?”
“Yes and you are Bixby, also in sales.”
We shook hands as I commented that our company must be getting large when two people working in the same department don’t know each other.
“Please continue, I will go into the woods.”
“Not a good idea, there are at least two couples in there, maybe more. If you don’t mind I will continue as you first suggested. You may join me of course.”
“I think I will, thanks.”
I took my cock out and began to caress it. Seeing him masturbating had gotten it awake so I was soon hard.
“I love jacking off out in the open. I used to do it in my yard but my wife has the house so I come here.”
I said, “I like masturbating in the open too but I have a patio in my home so I can still do that.”
“I may become a regular visitor.”
“Only if you bring beer and pizza.”
He chuckled and said, “My favorite food group.”
We became silent as we began to concentrate on getting off. We no longer pretended we were not watching each other and were soon ejaculating down the slope. We were impressed with our ejaculatory distances.
Neither of us put away our cocks and simply sat on the ground and talked as we continued to caress them. We learned our life paths were similar, we each had an ex-wife and a kid in college. My wife had left town but his had stayed in his house.
We admitted we had not been good husbands although we claimed to have been nearly faithful.
Our wives did not know of the episodes in which we had slipped. Our problems were that we were workaholics and spent too little time making them feel important.
We admitted we were hoping to find someone.
We suddenly noted that our cocks were again erect. We got on our knees and resumed masturbating.
“Do you look at porn in your computer at home?” he asked.
“Constantly. I keep a towel on my desk. You?”
“I keep a towel on my desk.”
We concentrated on each others cock until we again sprayed cum down the hill.
“Nice cock,” he said.
“Thanks, same to you.”
We put them back into our jeans and began to walk back. We walked through the woods and as expected there were people fucking but not the teenagers. Two of our secretaries were nude and masturbating each other. We said hello and continued on.
Then we saw a married couple fucking but they were not married to each other. We again said hello and walked on commenting that the kids must have found somewhere else to fuck.
I had some duties to perform and he shook my hand and said it was time for him to slip away. I said bye and joined the crowd. When I finally got home I took a shower and went to bed.
It was Saturday night and I had no interest in it.
Monday morning at work I looked around for Bixby and found his office was on the other side of the elevator. He was not there so I headed back to mine and almost collided with him.
“I had just noticed you were not in your office and figured out you were likely in mine,” he said.
“I was until I figured out you were likely in mine.”
We chuckled, tapped each others shoulders then continued to our offices.
On Wednesday after lunch he asked me if I felt like beer and pizza that evening.
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
“About seven?”
“Perfect.”
I had an erection by the time I sat on my desk.
I grinned.
He did bring beer and pizza and I had chips and pretzels. All I wore were gym shorts, he had added a t-shirt to his ensemble but took it off after he walked in. He had no hair on his chest while I had a nice dusting of it. We both had inconsequential beer bellies and for guys in their early forties we looked good.
We headed to my patio and sat at my small table to eat pizza and drink beer. It was a small table so our legs came into contact often and we ended up just letting them stay in contact. Through the clear top of the table we could easily see our erections in our shorts.
When I returned with our second beers he had exposed his cock past the leg of his shorts so as soon as I sat I did too. I wondered how much more other than masturbate we were going to do.
Our legs made immediate contact but that time it was not casual contact, it was premeditated. Our legs were gently pressing together.
We finished the pizza and took the debris to the trash and got another beer. When we went back out I led us to a wooden bench that faced flowering vines on the fence, it was where I masturbated.
As usual I took my shorts off and lay them on the bench, he did the same. We caressed or cocks between sips of beer and we talked about our quest for the second wife. We both admitted our second marriage would likely end up as the first did.
Our bottles were empty and we began to slowly masturbate.
“Our cocks look like twins,” I said.
“Close but yours has more girth.”
“I don’t see that.”
“Here, lets compare.”
He gripped my cock and I decided to do the comparison too.
His felt just as thick as mine and said so. He disagreed and we repeated the feel test.
We did that several times before I agreed with him.
I did so only because I knew it he grabbed my cock again I would spew.
We had noticed the previous weekend that we used different hands to masturbate, he was a lefty. When we sat our free hand was next to the other’s thigh. They were soon on the others thigh.
We tried to extend our masturbations but there was no chance, for all practical purposes we had been masturbating since lunch.
Some of his cum ended up on my hand and thigh, I did not think that was accidental. Some of my cum ended up his hand and thigh. I knew that was not an accident.
“That was excellent, thanks,” he said as he squeezed my thigh. His hand was lightly brushing my balls.
“Anytime,” I said as my fingers lightly brushed his balls. When do you need to leave?”
“At about ten, I shower before going to bed.”
“Me too,” I said. “Another beer?”
“Pee first.”
“On that jungle looking thing in the corner, it likes piss.”
“It’s not carnivorous is it?”
“No, not so far.”
We went there together and pissed on the vine then went to the kitchen for more beer.
“Show me your favorite piece of porn.” he said.