What The...

From: Anonymous

"What the fuck....." I said, feeling something wet and hot on my throbbing hard dick, while I tried to clear the sleep from my eyes.

"Shut up and relax," I heard my friend Buddy say to me, through the fog of sleep that was surrounding me, making my senses feel unreal.

I felt Buddy's head in my crotch, as I put my hand to his head. I never woke up with a clear head so I wasn't quite sure that I wasn't just having a dream. Was Buddy really sucking on my dick? What the hell was going on?

I remembered back to last night and the fight I'd had with my wife, leaving in a huff in the middle of the argument, not being able to take any more of her bitching any longer. I had headed out, driving with no place in particular to go to, just to get away from her, when I suddenly realized I was near my friend's place. Once I figured out where I was, I drove purposefully to Buddy's street and parked out front of his house. It was late, and as I knocked on his front door, then ringing the doorbell as well, I wondered what I was doing there and how much of my fight with Cindy was I going to tell him.

Buddy and I weren't the best of friends but he was always friendly enough to and with me, so I figured he might not mind me barging in on him. Buddy was a co-worker and a casual friend, someone I'd play poker with along with other friends, a drinking buddy, but not much more. About all I really knew about him was that he was good looking, around 28 I guessed, single, an amateur body-builder, around six feet tall, light brown and well groomed short hair, a clean cut kind of guy - and always willing to lend a friend a hand.

All the lights were out, from what I could see. I rang the doorbell again. I could see the hall light go on from my vantage point and stood back from the screen door. The door opened, and through the screen door I saw Buddy standing there, looking surprised as all hell.

"Tim, what's up? What time is it?" Buddy said.

Obviously I'd woke him up from his slumber.

"Hi Buddy! It's just after one and I'm sorry for waking you. Hoped you wouldn't mind me stopping in to see ya."

"Oh, you're always welcome Tim, you know that," as Buddy gestured me to come in.

I walked into the small hallway, and stood there, waiting for Buddy to close and lock the door behind us. He walked past me and I followed him into his Spartan living room. There was a large narrow sofa and an arm chair. Buddy tightened the robe around him as he beckoned me to sit as he sat in the chair; I took a seat on the sofa.

"Gotta beer for me, Buddy?" I asked kinda lamely.

"Sure Tim, but you look like you need something stronger. How about some whisky with that beer?"

I nodded agreement and Buddy got up and headed for the kitchen. As he walked away, I heard him say, "So, what's up, Tim? You didn't drop in by accident; what's wrong?"

I heard Buddy knocking about the kitchen and in the fridge but he soon reentered the living room carrying beer, a fresh bottle of Jack Daniel's and two glasses. I quickly got up and helped him place the items on the bare wood coffee table that sat between us. Both of us sat down and twisted the tops off our beer. Buddy poured out two healthy glasses of whisky and held one of them to me, which I took, smiling lamely into his eyes.

"So.........." was all Buddy said.

After a brief moment of silence, I finally said, "Cindy and I had a big fight and I just walked out. I just went for a ride and landed here. I hope you don't mind me coming here."

"Gosh, not at all Tim. I'm flattered you thought enough of me to come here. You're very welcome and I hadn't been in bed long, so don't worry about it. I'm glad you came here. Just tell me how I can help, and I'm there for you. I hope you know that."

Buddy was always generous but this seemed over the top for casual friends. In all honesty, I welcomed his words of friendship. I needed a friend and Buddy looked kind and all ears to my troubles. We chatted and drank and I unburdened myself to him about my lengthy battles with Cindy over our entire marriage of over two years and how I had had enough of her and her bitching and fighting all the time.

After listening to me rant for what seemed like hours, but in effect was only ninety minutes, Buddy finally got a word in himself.

"I don't know if you're asking me for help, or just an ear, but whatever you need, my friend, I'm here for you. Just let me know how I can help. My place isn't big and it is only a one bedroom, but you are welcome to stay here for as long as you want or need."

I was feeling mellow after several beers and numerous shots of Jack! I'm sure I was more than tipsy but I only felt mellow.

"Buddy, you're a terrific guy. If you really don't mind, I would appreciate it if you let me stay here, at least until I can make other arrangements," I said, realizing that I was slurring my words somewhat.

"No worries, Tim! You are more than welcome to stay as long as you want. You can stay a day, or a year! I've always liked sharing and living alone is the pits, let me tell ya! It would be great having you around. I can't tell ya how much I'd like to have you stay with me for as long as you like," Buddy said. Boy, could he talk once he got started, I thought. A simple, yes, would have sufficed.

I was a man of fewer words than he! "Thanks, Buddy, I'll take you up on that offer!"

"I gotta big bed and you're welcome to share it, or there is the sofa, even though it is kinda on the thin side for such a big fella like you are," Buddy said, motioning with his arm the size and thinness of his sofa.

"The sofa will be fine. I wouldn't take your bed, Buddy. I'm not that bad," I said, happy that I had someplace safe and comfortable to spend the night, and then work out what I was going to do.

It was three in the morning when I groggily made up the sofa with Buddy's help, with a sheet over the sofa, a pillow for my head and just another sheet to cover me. It was a hot summer's day and Buddy obviously didn't have air conditioning, or hadn't turned it on.

"Let me help you," Buddy said to me, as I tripped on the coffee table, trying to undress myself. I stood still and wobbled a bit, from all I'd had to drink, but Buddy's hands steadied me as he reached for my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. He reached for my belt buckle and undid it, then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down my strong thigh muscles. He pushed me slightly and I fell back easily on the sofa, where Buddy slipped off my shoes and then the jeans that had bunched around my ankles. Then Buddy took one foot at a time in his strong hands and removed my socks.

I was wearing only a pair of tighty-whities. I was proud of my body, so wasn't at all shy to show off my athletic build in front of Buddy, although I'd never done so before this. I stood 6'2", around 190 pounds of solid lean beef, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a killer smile, from what people told me. Women went crazy for me, wherever I went. Cindy was always jealous and that was one of the reasons we were always fighting, although I had never given her a reason to be jealous - none what so ever!

My eyes were almost closed, just slivers of light penetrating my brain. My head leaned back on the sofa back and I think I passed out. A moment later I opened my eyes with a jerk and found myself totally naked. Buddy had obviously slipped my underwear off and I kinda smiled, wondering what would make him do that, but not thinking too much of it.

Buddy had my arm around his neck and was coaxing me to get up. "Come on, Tim! Get up. Time to take a leak before you go to sleep," I heard through the fog of liquor in my head.

I helped Buddy as much as I could, but I was like dead weight. I tried again to lift myself off the sofa and this time got up. We walked together to the bathroom, just off the living room, and he continued holding my arm around his strong and muscular shoulder as I tried to aim my pisser into the toilet.

"Here, let me help you," I heard Buddy say and with that, he took hold of my flaccid dick in his fingers, gingerly, and aimed it to the toilet, where I let out a long stream of piss. My bladder suddenly felt heavenly, with the relief I was feeling and I smiled at myself, looking into the mirror above the toilet tank.

"Gee, that feels great," I slurred.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Mind if I join you?" and without waiting for an answer, not that I planned on replying, Buddy opened his robe and took out his dick and started to piss along with me. We both pissed and laughed at each other, like it was a joke to be relieving ourselves in front of each other.

I closed my eyes as I listened to the streams of our piss hit the water. I kinda fell asleep I think, standing there pissing, cause the next moment I was on the sofa again. Buddy had obviously taken the trouble of helping me to piss and then walking (or carrying) me to the sofa, where I now lay. Buddy ran his fingers threw my hair and gestured for me to lay my head against the pillow and covered me with the sheet. I was fast asleep within seconds, snoring loudly, I'm sure.

As I slept, I was having wonderful dreams of getting the most terrific blow job of my life. I dreamed that Cindy was sweet and kind and was pleasing me with a warm and juicy blow job. I felt her lips on my hard 7 inch cut dick and I moaned with the pleasure she was giving me. It was the first time she had given me a blow job since we got married. She just didn't enjoy oral sex with me in that way, so I did without, but now she was giving me that long sought after blow job, which I often craved, especially when she was having her time of month, if you know what I mean.

In my dream, I was pushing my dick deep into Cindy's mouth, my hands holding her head in place and pumping, or trying to pump, my seed down her throat. It was a luscious feeling, the warmth and joy of a hot mouth and lips pleasuring my hard rod. It seemed like she was going to town on my dick. It was hard to fathom why she never did this before, as she was sure doing a great job on my steel hard cock now and was certainly enjoying doing me as much as I enjoyed having my dick sucked, so ferociously.

It felt like hours that my dick throbbed and got sucked in that warm hot mouth. I was enjoying the sensation like never before. It was certainly the best blow job I'd ever received, but then it was only a dream, right!

Through the fog of sleep I finally came to realize that I wasn't having a dream, but I was actually getting a hot, warm, sensuous blow job and I was in Buddy's house, on his sofa, IN HIS MOUTH!!! It was Buddy's mouth and tongue that were working my steel-hard sex-tool! This couldn't be really happening.....

"What the fuck........" was all I could say, when I finally got my lips to speak the words.

"Shut up and relax." Buddy was truly going to town on my dick. It was he that had been pleasuring me this whole time, and it wasn't a dream and it sure wasn't Cindy.

"Oh, FUCK, man, you're driving me crazy with that hot mouth of yours," I said, giving in to my desire to get a huge load to pop from my aching balls.

Buddy slipped his lips off my dick again, "Then just lay back and enjoy it, my friend! Let go your load anytime you want, I'm ready to take your man-seed. Just let it happen." He placed his lips and mouth around my cock and slowly went down the length of it, resting his nose in my pubes.

I could feel his throat constricting around my cock-head, squeezing it. "Oh, fuck," I moaned aloud. This was heaven, or pretty damn close. I bucked my hips into Buddy's mouth and throat; now that I was conscious and awake, I let fly my load of cum.

"OH, DAMN," I screamed loudly, as my spunk erupted into Buddy's mouth and throat. He'd pulled off my dick somewhat as I erupted, letting the piss slit rest on his tongue. I could feel him drink my load, one after another as each of numerous eruptions drained from my heavy balls. I held his head on me, as he kept sucking, softly sucking away each load.

It took several moments, but Buddy stayed his head on my crotch, my cock warmly encompassed in his mouth and resting on his tongue, which swirled around the now sensitive head.

"Oh, fuck, Buddy! My cock head is so sensitive........ Please stop. Don't move your tongue anymore. I can't take it... It's so sensitive..... Please......." I begged Buddy.

Buddy didn't move. He followed my request, but didn't release my cock from the confines of his mouth. We stayed in that position for quite a while and my dick slowly deflated and still Buddy wouldn't let my cock go.

"Come on Buddy. Enough!" was all I could think of to say.

He sucked one last time, hard and strong on my dick, nuzzling his nose and lips at my pubes and then slipped his mouth off my dick. I shuddered from the last ecstatic feeling his lips and tongue gave me before he got up from his kneeling position.

"Damn, Buddy. What made you do that?" I asked him, truly wanting to hear his explanation. "Not that I'm complaining, but...... WHY?"

"Fuck, Tim. I've been in love with you since the first time I laid eyes on you. You were just too thick to realize it," Buddy said, sitting back in his chair, looking me full in the eyes.

His green eyes looked totally satisfied. Almost as satisfied as I felt myself.

"That was one helluva blow job, but I can't believe you did that, and I sure must be thick, because I never realized that you cared for me that way." I had never thought about gay sex; not that I was against it, it had just never occurred to me to try it.

"Do you mind that much, that I care for you in that way, Tim?" Buddy asked, with fear in his voice, like my next words could annihilate him if they were not the words he wanted to hear.

Not answering right away, I slipped my legs off the sofa and turned to a sitting position, adjusting my wet dick in my lap and looking into Buddy's deep green eyes. The sun was beginning to shine in the windows, making his eyes even brighter than they were only moments before. I could see love in his eyes and realized at that moment that I loved him too.