Domestic Affairs

Josh just stared at me for what seemed like minutes. We were silent as he looked at me as though searching for information. "I've seen that look before...and I think I know what it's about." Josh said, his throat sounding dry. "You've tried that too...and can't quite shake it, can you?"

"Huh? Would you mind not talking in riddles?" I replied, as sweat formed on my forehead and my pulse quickened. I knew damn well what he meant, but didn't want to be the one speak it. In spite of my nerves, I could feel my cock start to swell even though my mind fought to restrain it.

"I trust you, like few other people." Josh was clearly nervous. "You want to..." his voice trailed-off for a second, but returned after a deep breath. "You've felt it...the warmth in your grip. Convinced yourself it was just a phase...but every now-and-then...the idea creeps back in."

My stomach was doing flips. "Shit...shit...shit." I mumbled, letting my forehead rest on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry man...I'm so fucking sorry. It's not right. I shouldn't be thinking of shit like that."

"Yeah, well...I shouldn't be either...but that's where we are. I've been through this shit before." Josh said with his hands gripping his knees. "It's just a part of what I've done, and who I am. It doesn't consume my life...most times never enters my mind...but it's still there." He sighed deeply. "I've only ever shared that with my wife. Please respect how heavy this is for me...and please don't hate me for obviously upsetting you."

I was shocked into sobriety as I collected my thoughts. "I can't hate you...hell, you're the only person I know that seems to understand where my head is. I know you have my back on this...and I have yours, without question." I shook my head and stared through the windshield at the empty parking lot. "Well...that killed the buzz pretty damn quick. We should get home, before the cops wonder what the hell we're doing here."

"No shit. You feel ok to drive? Better to wait a little longer than risk shit even worse than this conversation." Josh laughed, an uneasy grin across his face.

I felt fine, but still took my time and followed back roads to Josh's house. We said hardly a word during the fifteen-minute drive. "I gotta piss like a race horse. I'll just use your bathroom and head home." I said, parking the car in his driveway.

"Sure...no problem. Feel free to take the spare room if you'd rather not drive." Josh offered, sounding concerned about my condition.

"I appreciate the offer, but I should get home. I'm good, and the drive isn't far." I replied as we walked in the house.

Josh also needed to recycle the beers he had been drinking, and headed for his bedroom while I took the half-bath in the hall. It seemed like I had passed forty gallons before the feeling of relief came over me. I zipped-up, washed my hands, and splashed some water on my face before getting ready to leave.

"Hey man...I'll catch-up with you later." I called down the hall while stepping toward the door.

"Ok...you sure you're alright to drive?" Josh said as he stepped into the hall, wearing only a white t-shirt and plaid boxers, ready to crash for the night.

"Yeah...I'm fine...it's been a long night." I answered, trying not to focus on the outline of his soft cock behind the thin fabric.

Josh stepped ahead of me, and turned the deadbolt on the door. His breathing was short as he stood between me and the exit. "I uh...would you...well, can I trust you to..." his words stammered and halted. "Oh shit, man...you know. I understand if you can't."

My heartbeat was pounding in my ears, and I knew what he wanted...and with an open invitation, I wanted it too. With my hand shaking, I reached out toward his crotch and pressed it against him. My fingers rolled around Josh's loose balls, and traced the outline of his growing manhood through the cotton fabric. Josh closed his eyes and leaned against the door as I pulled his cock through the fly and slowly stroked the silky flesh. I could hardly believe how much I wanted to do this...or how easily I was doing it for Josh. I came to terms with the fact that I enjoyed the experience with Ivan...but this was different. Some of the things I did with Ivan were driven by anger and frustration, and my reaction troubled me. I really liked Josh as a friend, and felt more at ease because I trusted him.

I was so lost in being able to relive the feel of a cock in my hand that I barely noticed as Josh loosened my belt and opened my jeans. He quickly cupped the pouch of my briefs, massaging my prick to full arousal within seconds. It felt so good to share this again, in spite of the belief that I had exorcised the need for it.

"Oh fuck, man...it's been so long." Josh said, almost panting. "I'd almost forgotten how different...how fucking different it is."

"Um...how different are we going with this?" I asked, uncertain what to do in an equal give-and-take situation with another dude. "What are you comfortable with?"

Josh pushed my underwear below my ass, allowing my cock to slap hard against my abs. Rubbing our cocks together within his firm grip, he looked me straight in the eye. "I've done it all at one time or another...well, sort-of...but never became well-versed in any of it. Shit, man...it's been eight, maybe ten years since I've done this."

"I have to tell you, Josh...this is still pretty new to me. I never tried this at all until the past year. It's been a challenge for me to keep perspective...doing things I would have never imagined...and finding out I have a wife with a kinkier side than I realized."

"Hmmm...need to hear more about that. But right now, I've wanted to do this since you had that hard-on in the gym shower." Josh then dropped to his knees and tentatively licked along the shaft of my rigid pole. As though savoring a lollipop, he slowly worked my cock into his mouth, grabbing my balls with a free hand and tugging gently. My eyes nearly rolled back into my head as he focused on areas that only another man could understand. Josh was nowhere as skilled as my memory of Ivan...but his attention was respectful, and dedicated to making me feel good.

"Oh shit, dude...it shouldn't, but this feels so damn good." I moaned as Josh gently sucked one smooth ball, and then the other.

My legs were shaking slightly as Josh spent a few more moments sucking my tool before licking his way over my abs and up my chest, stopping to lick my nipples while peeling off my shirt and throwing it aside. "Let's get the fuck out of the hallway." He stated simply, before stepping around and motioning me to follow.

I followed behind him, my pants wide open and my hard cock bouncing in front of me. As we stepped into his bedroom, Josh quickly removed his shirt and boxers, standing before me naked and aroused. This was the first time I had a long, lingering look at him. Prior to meeting Ivan, I'd never really looked at another man's body before, but Josh was damned good looking...maybe even gorgeous, for lack of a better term. We both shared similar runner/swimmer physiques, and even the same seven-inch cock size...though I was slightly thicker. Josh's balls, however, really caught my attention...again, nearly the same size as mine...but one hanging visibly lower than the other in a very loose sack that dropped nearly four inches below his uncut cock. Mine hang nicely, without being tight against my body...but his low-hanging fruit seemed to be an odd turn-on for me. His body was nicely tanned except for the outline of the board shorts he often wore, and his chest was mostly smooth...a thin trail of dark hair from his navel to the neatly trimmed patch around his crotch. Josh's uncut meat curved slightly upward, the tip barely peaking out from the foreskin as a web-like string of pre-cum oozed toward the floor. I never took my eyes off him as I followed his lead, and removed the rest of my clothing.

"Fuck...sorry, man...still a little freaked about getting turned-on by you." Josh said as he slowly stroked his meat while staring at my body. "Do you have the same fucked-up feeling that this shouldn't be happening...but don't want it to stop?"

"That's probably the understatement of the century." I answered honestly. "How did either of us ever get to the point of wanting cock?" I stammered as my own member swelled even harder while watching Josh stroke his rod.

"It started for me with a fraternity brother who broke his left wrist, and right arm. He'd never been skiing in his life, but thought he would impress a girlfriend. Safe to say that taking pity and offering a helping-hand went farther than we imagined." Josh mumbled as he stepped toward me and took both our cocks within his grip. "Shit man...we're just horned and coming off our buzz. We can stop this right now. I don't want to fuck-up a friendship over this."

I honestly have no idea what the hell came over me. Maybe it was the regret creeping into Josh's voice, or the idea that I had gone this far and might end up feeling like a fool...but I found myself leaning forward and actually kissing my friend on the lips. Unlike the experience with Ivan, where the kiss was mainly a display of power, this seemed to me more a message of "calm down, we can trust and take care of each other." It wasn't as deeply emotional and intimate like kissing Sue...it was weird for me, and I hoped Josh understood the gesture.

At first, Josh seemed taken-aback, but hesitantly returned the kiss. It was firm and masculine...the stubble on his upper-lip and chin adding to the strangeness as he bit on my lip and gripped my arms. Our hard cocks slid against each other as our bodies inched closer. Our faces broke apart as I placed my hand on Josh's back and traced the ridges of his spine.

"Uh...wow...was that too much? I think I freaked myself out. Kissing dudes just isn't high on my list." I asked, looking at the frazzled expression in Josh's eyes.

Josh paused a moment. "No...it's ok. I'll admit I wasn't looking for that. In a strange way, it just makes me absolutely sure I can trust you." Josh said, as a sense of confidence came back into his words. "Just don't expect any fucking flowers. Tell anybody, and I'll have to kill you. Now cut this "should, or shouldn't we" crap and just suck my cock already."

I laughed, and felt immediately at ease. My nerves were suddenly calm, and I knew I couldn't feel this comfortable with any other dude. Ivan may have introduced me to this world of sexual experience...but I never really felt right about the things we did. Josh was different, a true friend, and my anxieties were fading fast.

Pushing him back, I had Josh sit on the edge of the bed as I knelt between his legs and admired the man-flesh before me. His loose ball-sack pooled inside his thighs and his cock arched toward the ceiling. I tried to remember the best parts of blowjobs from Sue and Ivan, and vowed to make Josh's trust worthwhile. Josh leaned-back with his arms behind him while I slowly licked my way up his inner-thigh and across the clean-shaven scrotum. His cock twitched in anticipation as my tongue trailed along a vein on the underside of his silky pole. Gripping his steel-hard shaft, I pulled the foreskin down and revealed the spongy, purple helmet. Josh moaned deeply as I licked under the tip where the glans met, and slowly worked the head into my mouth. His cock was a nice size...a tight fit between my unpracticed lips...but not the monstrosity that Ivan possessed.

"Oh damn...holy fucking shit!" Josh hissed between clenched teeth, lying flat on the bed and placing a hand at the back of my head. "So fucking wild...you know exactly what to do!"

Having learned my lesson with Ivan, I wasted no time in supplying ample spit to Josh's tool as I worked his cock deeper into my mouth. I knew what was coming, and suppressed my gag reflex while taking the last few inches...my nose coming to rest in his tight curls.

"Fuck, man...Patty never gets that far." Josh said in mild surprise. "So damn good...I need this so fucking bad."

With Ivan and me, it was always about the self-satisfaction of getting-off. For the first time, I actually felt good about doing this to a man...giving a friend what he wanted...what he needed. It still wasn't the intimate romance of making love to my wife, and I didn't want it to be, but it seemed somehow "honorable".

Josh clenched the sheets and groaned appreciatively as I bobbed my head up-and-down his throbbing prick. Putting his legs on my shoulders, I pulled him farther to the edge of the mattress, letting his loose sack drop feely between his legs. I couldn't help but wonder if Josh ever had a problem keeping them dry on the toilet...a sick curiosity as I juggled his orbs between my fingers.

Josh chuckled between satisfied moans. "Not that you want to hear this....but my fraternity brother seemed fascinated with those as well. Lick my nuts, man. Patty loves the way they fall across her face."

I took his cock from my mouth, and lightly slapped his belly. "The news that your wife and I share the same interest is a little freaky. But they are pretty damn hot." I replied, before fulfilling his request. It was strangely entertaining to lift his sack with my tongue, and watch the loose flesh fall. I couldn't help but tug on my own jewels while lapping at my friend's swollen pair.

"Get up here, man. I'll give you a better angle, and a little reciprocation. No fun if it's just a one-way show." Josh said, moving his legs off my shoulders and pulling me onto the bed. The direct order, with no indication that I would resist, reminded me of Ivan's no-bullshit approach, and only heightened my arousal.

Josh had me lay on my back and positioned himself above me in a sixty-nine. His balls brushed my forehead, and his spit-soaked cock dripped a clear and sticky string onto my lips. I could hear and feel Josh spit onto my aching member, massaging the fluid around my cock before taking all of me into his mouth, down to the very root. I gasped for air as his nose brushed my balls and his prick pressed between my lips. Gripping each cheek of his firm, muscled ass...I raised my head to slide more of him down my throat. I reveled in the sensation of his loose balls flowing around my nose and across my eyelids. Josh also seemed far more relaxed than in the hall, and his oral skills improved with every stroke down my aching pole. We spent several minutes slurping and sucking each other's twitching rods...intuitively sensing when to back-off, edging each other again and again. Josh leaned forward to get a better angle on my balls, leaving his cock in a difficult position for me to reach, but exposing his hairless crack and puckered star. Recalling the intense sensation when Ivan rimmed me (and the ass-play that Sue and I have shared since), I decided to see if Josh would enjoy it as well. Spreading his taught cheeks wide, I buried my nose deep in his crack and danced my tongue around the tight bud.

"Oh fucking god!!!" Josh yelped as his head shot up and his back arched sharply. "Shit, man...nobody's done that to me in years!"

"Sorry dude...got caught in the moment." I said, fearing I had gone too far.

"It's cool...feels fucking hot as hell, if you're willing to do it." Josh said quickly while still stroking my dick. "Patty won't go anywhere near it...but sure as hell doesn't mind me doing it to her. Go ahead, man...if you want it, eat my fucking ass." He said, grabbing my hair and pulling my face between his muscled moons.

I licked and tongued his hole with enthusiasm, urged-on by his deep moans and renewed attention to my cock. I almost hoped Josh would return the favor, but it didn't happen as he seemed content to suck on my aching prick forever. Josh's oral talent was finally getting too much for me, and he could sense that my climax couldn't be teased much longer.

"Damn, that's hot...but my legs are burning like fire, trying to hold this position." Josh said as he fell to one side...his loose sack draping across his thigh as his turgid pole brushed my nose. "Pretty obvious we're getting close, man. I want your load down my throat...hope that doesn't gross-you-out."

I gripped his cock and looked down toward Josh's face. "Hell...take it anyway you want it. I'm hoping to do the same." I said before swallowing his member whole in one smooth motion.

Both of us grunted and groaned as we worked each other's tools at a frantic pace. Josh took my by complete surprise, jamming a spit-soaked finger into my ass and taking my cock deep into his throat. The sensation hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a muffled moan around Josh's prick as I felt my balls contract, and several strong shots of my seed filled my friend's eager mouth. I could feel his throat swallowing around the tip of my cock...taking as much of my load as he could handle. This sent Josh over the edge, gripping my hair and holding my head in position as he fucked my face with short, rapid strokes. His cock swelled even wider between my lips as three forceful streams of hot, sticky fluid slid down my throat and overfilled my mouth. I had forgotten the taste...salty-sweet...not unpleasant, but not something I'd want every day either. I swallowed all that I could, the rest dripping between my lips and his softening dick and spilling onto his balls.

After lapping at the other's deflating pricks, teasing the over-sensitive flesh, we both rolled onto our backs...breathing deeply as we stared at the ceiling. "Fuck man...that was some intense shit." Josh said between heavy sighs. "I didn't realize how much I wanted to do that again until we were in the middle of it. Are you ok? You're not going to get drunk or turn into a pot-head trying to drown this out, are you?" Josh asked, the fear and worry in his voice was obvious.

"No man...it's cool." I replied...reaching over to fondle his balls, and still wondering why they fascinated me so much. "In fact...I can hardly believe how good I feel right now. Doing this with you was so much better than my first encounter. Not passionate and romantic like with Sue...but comfortable and fun. Is that weird? I don't want to make you feel like nothing more than an alternative to beating-off." I said, knowing that was exactly how I felt about Ivan.

"Shit no, dude....that's just how I feel about it too." Josh said with relief in his voice. "Look, we both love our wives...we just stumbled upon a curiosity we both have, and trust each other enough to actually share it." Josh sat up, his hand gripping my inner thigh, and looked at me with a deeply questioning gaze. "You don't think this was some elaborate scheme our wives cooked-up, do you? I mean...I can't imagine them ever sending us out to get all horned-up without them around."

I had to pause a moment and think before responding. "I don't think so. It seems like a complicated set-up. Besides, that would mean they've been sharing more with each other than they've led us to believe." Now my curiosity was really piqued. "Honestly, man...did you know that I had done this kind of thing before? Did Patty tell you about it?"

A mild look of shock swept over Josh's face. "Before I answer that...did Sue tell you anything about me?"

We both stared at each other for several seconds as disbelief and revelation shown in our eyes. "I think the look on our faces answers that question." I answered, as the truth became clear. "I can't believe they would violate our trust like that. It really doesn't seem like something either of them would do."

Josh seemed deep in thought before responding. "Well...Patty's been really interested in Sue's history with Kim. I think my wife may have some deeply buried curiosity of her own." Josh paused, scratching his head. "If our girls have been sharing that kind of shit with each other...it's not too big a leap to talk about the things their men have done."