I realized that Jeremy’s right hand was slowly circling my belly. Circling. Fuck. Circling. And going lower with each lazy swirl.
Oh shit. Ohshitohshitohshit. The tingling running up and down my skin was spreading. I could feel it in my balls. It was… holy shit, it was…. FUCK. Without me realizing it, my dick was roaring to life. Straining at my shorts.
Somewhere, somewhere down deep, I could feel a muffled voice of panic starting to rise. A deeply embedded voice, honed by years of conditioning, was screaming at me: What the hell was I doing? What the hell were we doing? Guys don’t do this! SHIT! I was reading way too much into this, ruining everything! Betraying our friendship! Of course this didn’t mean anything to him, he was normal! I was being wildly inappropriate, and needed to stop this before I freaked him out. Needed to break the spell. Oh God, I was humiliated with the spectacle I making of myself.
Jeremy must have sensed my panic, maybe felt my body stiffen. He abruptly stopped his hand’s downward motion, moving back up again, seemingly in all innocence. See? There wasn’t anything to it. I was humiliating myself by reading something into my buddy’s actions. Stupid, Trevor–stupid, stupid, stupid!
But if part of me was relieved, part of me was… shit, was I… disappointed? Fuck. FUCK. Did I somehow want to blow past all the guardrails of male friendships? Want him to blow past all that? What was I….
And something I had not dared to let myself think of entered my mind: was he into this just as much as I was…? NO! I couldn’t take the chance to find out.
Yes. Fuck it, I could.
Before he could pull away any further, I leaned back again. I didn’t want to lose contact with his touch. He was close behind me, close enough I could feel his heat. Close enough I could feel…
Oh, fuck.
I could feel him.
His hardness.
Pressed against my ass. Clear as day. Hardness.
He was hard as I was.
It wasn’t me misreading, or me misunderstanding. It wasn’t me anything… it was us.
I grabbed his right hand with my own, as it lay on my chest. Our fingers entangled. Then, taking his hand in my own, I drove it down again. Down. Down.
Down into my shorts.
Down.
Our finger tips effortlessly slid under my underwear’s waistband.
His fingers snaked through my man bush. And fucking grabbed my dick.
And I fucking came alive.
Ohhhhh FUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
I moaned like a bitch in heat, and my entire body shuddered at his touch. I was gushing precum, and I could feel my own wetness as his hand encircled me and started jerking me as well as he could with my clothes on. Oh God. Oh Fucking God. His face was still firmly planted in the crook of my neck, and I could feel his breath right behind my ear. Hot. Ragged. The fucking scruff of his jaw.
Fuck.
Oh God. This was raw. Totally unexpected. And completely natural. God. It was totally wrong. And totally right.
But that was part of the excitement. Jeremy was a guy… he knew what to do. Holy fuck! How many worthless, nervous handjobs had I gotten in my life, from girls who couldn’t possibly get what needed to be done? Jeremy was different. God… the pressure. The perfect pressure. The skill of handling a dick. Oh God, there was raw lighting was flashing across my skin. Neither of us giving a flying fuck. Hungry, and made hungrier for this being so completely taboo.
I reached around with my left hand and grabbed his rock-hard cock through his shorts. Treating him to the same electrifying sensations he was giving me. Kneading him. Needing him.
Fuck, his hands worked my fly open, and he roughly pulled my cock and balls out. Freed from the confining fabric, my dick snapped to attention. Smeared with slimy precum. God. His hands. His scruffy beard rubbing relentlessly against my neck. His hot breath. I realized I was pressed hard against his hairy chest. The wiry fur on his pecs was softened by our intermingled sweat.
The air was electric. Something awakening, roaring to life. Sensations I’d never felt before. Excitement, raw excitement… like the first time I ever saw porn when I was a kid. A wild new world opening up for me.
I disentangled myself from Jeremy’s arms, got up, and turned around. He looked me in the eye, at first not sure what I was going to do. But he must have read my expression–in a flash, a big, shit-eating grin split his face–he knew I was right there with him. Our hunger feeding on each other.
I reached down and pulled open his shorts… and pulled him out of his underwear.
Fuck.
He was thick, not as thick as me, but a man’s dick for sure. Long, like 7? 8? inches at least, with a mushroom head, slick with precum of his own. It was harder than I expected, but at the same time… softer. Hot. Standing tall from a proper, hairy man-bush–he clearly didn’t shave, either. It was more… masculine that way. Raw. Untamed. I was more like 6.5 inches myself, but thick… a bull’s dick if there ever was one. I grabbed him and started jacking him. Squeezing hard. It felt good. Free. Fucking wild. He started thrusting into my hand as I held him tight. Our eyes burning into each other’s gaze.
It was forbidden. And hot as fuck. I can’t remember the last time I was that fired up. We stared at each other. Daring each other. Begging each other.
Fuck it. You only live once.
I dropped to my knees in front of him. Hie eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. I roughly pulled his shorts and underwear down past his thighs, then freed them from his hairy legs. He was hard as a rock, inches from my face.
And then… it hit me. I could smell him. My first real blast of man musk. FUUUUUCK.
Sex had always had a specific smell for me, the scent of wet pussy. I knew it well, as eating my wife out was one of my favorite things–and hers. That ripe smell of a woman’s natural perfume.
This was entirely different. Funky. Raw. Sharp. Deeply masculine. His smell filled my nose, filled my entire body. OH FUCK. It ripped through me, and my body leaped to embrace it… understanding that scent and what it meant at the most primal level. One man’s excitement calling to another, with no translation needed. Shit. I mean, I liked my wife’s smell, but this was a whole different ballgame. I NEEDED it, needed his manscent. FUCKING NEEDING IT.
I buried my face in his hairy crotch. Scenting myself. Wanting to breathe him in forever. Nuzzling his balls. Rolling them across my face. Mouthing them.
Then I reared back and fucking swallowed him down. Hard.
Jeremy roared, gripping my head with both hands. His deep baritone urging me on.
I had never sucked a guy, and had no idea about how to give a man a blowjob. But as a man myself, I had sat through enough crappy ones to know what to avoid. You have to actually suck. Hard. Like you mean it. None of those insipid, womanly bobs. Not for my bud. I fucking wrapped my lips around his flared cock head, and fucking sucked him for all I was worth.
Enthusiasm must have counted for something, because Jeremy started making sounds like a madman. “Oh FUCK MAN! SUCK IT! FUCKING SUCK IT! OH GOD YEAH YEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” His hands running wildly around my head. His hips rolling and bucking to meet me. We were as one. Lost in a world of shared masculine power.