A Beautiful Friendship

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We were nineteen years old the first time we met. It was one of those instant connections. The ones you just know will lead to a lifetime of friendship, and that’s exactly what happened.

There was just something about Steve that people liked. He was an easy going guy, and the more that people got to know him, the more they enjoyed his company. He was confident, charismatic, funny and smart, and our college days had cemented our friendship completely.

People had come and gone from my life over the years. Old friends, lovers, acquaintances, and the likes, but Steve and I had remained close through it all, even now, sixteen years on.

The two of us had made it our business to remain in contact. Sure, we lived our own lives, and both of us had been in and out of relationships, but it was important that we made time to see each other, and not a year had gone by so far, where we hadn’t met up at least a few times.

Weddings, concerts, music events, you name it. If there was something worth seeing, then we packed up our stuff and spent the weekend together. We usually reminisced about our college days, partied like we were still living them, and crashed out in whatever hotel we could find. Truth be told, Steve made me feel like I wasn’t quickly approaching my forties, and I loved him for that.

The man was incredible. Whilst most people we knew had, indeed, peaked in college, Steve was still peaking. He was extraordinarily handsome, and although it wasn’t something I regularly told him, he knew he was. He was jacked, too, which was unsurprising considering he’d been doing Crossfit for years, and it had paid off, big time.

With that said, Steve had never managed to settle down. I was in the same boat, of course, but for a guy as good looking, fit and athletic as he was, it had always surprised me that he had yet to find the woman of his dreams.

Like myself, Steve had been in plenty of short term relationships, but they rarely lasted a year, and he’d always come out with the same excuse. “I’m just not a relationship kinda’ guy”.

Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe I wasn’t either. But none of it mattered. As long as Steve and I could still make time for our friendship, that’s all I cared about, and that’s exactly what we were doing that Saturday afternoon.

“Damn, you’re getting old!” He beamed, as we dropped our bags in the lobby of the hotel and dragged each other into a strong bear hug. We’d never been ones for handshakes, and I was sure that he loved our embraces as much as I did. We squeezed for a moment before releasing.

“You’ve gotten fat” I grinned, smacking his rock hard abs through his t-shirt.

“Right?” He nodded, and lifted his shirt to reveal them. I felt butterflies in my stomach almost instantly, but that had always been a part of myself that I’d kept quiet.

“Gotta lay off those beers” I joked, and the two of us did some catching up as we headed for our hotel room.

Every time we went out, we booked a hotel. It was easier that way, and meant that we could get as fucked up as we wanted to without having to worry about getting home. Of course, there were multiple reasons why I enjoyed sharing a hotel room with Steve, and although I was certain that the man was straight, there were times I wondered if those feelings were even slightly mutual.

“I’m dating someone” he chuckled, as we dropped our bags and sat down on our respective queen sized beds. I smiled at him and shook my head.

“How long will this one last?” I teased.

“I don’t know, man. There’s something about her. I think she could be the one”.

“Oh yeah?”

“She’s a little older, though” he added quickly, and tried to move on.

“How old?” I laughed.

“Just… Just a few years”.

“So you’re dating a grandma?”

“Fuck you” he chuckled, “late forties”.

“A grandma”.

The two of us laughed about it for a while before I stood up to get ready. “I’m happy for you, man” I told him, and it was true. Despite my own confusing feelings for my best friend, all I wanted was for him to be happy. I kicked off my shorts and threw them onto the bed as I headed for a shower.

Over the years, we’d both seen each other in various states of undress. Naturally, Steve paid little attention, but I’d been prone to taking a closer look anytime he stripped down. Only once, however, had I seen the man in just his underwear, and that image had stayed with me ever since.

In the bathroom, I stripped off completely. I was certainly not as well built as Steve, but I wasn’t particularly out of shape, either. I’d grown into my dad bod, and I wasn’t upset about it. As much as Steve’s physique suited him, my body suited me, and at thirty five, I was beyond giving a single shit what anybody else thought of me. The joys of being a mature adult.

We were ready within the hour, and soon found ourselves at the sports venue where we settled in and had another great evening. There was one thing that was certain whenever Steve and I got together, and that was a good time. We could have sat in a room watching paint dry, but as long as we were there with each other, we’d enjoy it, regardless.

The hours passed quickly, which was always the case. Time flies when you’re having fun, and by midnight, we were both ready to return to the hotel. I was drunker than I usually got, and Steve wasn’t too far behind me, so by the time we reached the hotel, we were both exhausted.

“What a day” he sighed, falling onto his bed. “I blame my future hangover on you” he grinned, and pulled off his shoes, socks and shirt, laying there in just his shorts.

“Hey” I scoffed, swaying at the end of his bed. “Don’t blame me for your poor choices”.

We both laughed, and that’s when I noticed that Steve had pulled his shorts off and thrown them onto the floor. He lay there in just his white Calvins, and I couldn’t help but stare at the plump bulge.

“Damn, it’s cold in here” he mumbled, as I undressed, too. Both of us were now down to our underwear.

“Here” I grinned, and crawled onto the bed next to him before wrapping my arms around his body. He chuckled, and so did I. We’d always been jokers, but there was something extremely pleasant about feeling his half naked body against mine.

“We should go on vacation sometime” he said, burying his head into the pillow, but making no mention of wanting me to go back to my own bed. I remained in place, feeling the warmth of him against me.

“Sounds good”.

“I can introduce you to Beth” he replied, and I smiled.

“Sure”.

The night was broken only by the occasional snore which woke me. More than once, I’d let my hand slide further down Steve’s body in my sleep, feeling his muscular abs with my fingertips, before turning around. Then, about halfway through the night, I’d woken to something even better.

His strong arm had been draped over me, and my best friend, whether he knew it or not, was spooning me. I lay there, basking in the feeling of his warm crotch as it pressed against my ass, and when I felt his bulge stir, all I could do was imagine what could have happened, had we experimented together all those years ago. I fell back asleep with my cock hard, and his one constrained inside his underwear as it brushed against me.

“Fuck, my head is pounding” he groaned, waking me once more, only this time it was daylight, and I had to agree with him. I turned over and found him still next to me, with the sheets up to his chest.

“That’s from the shots” I reminded him, yawning.

“Which, if I’m not mistaken” he chuckled, “was your idea”.

“I told you, don’t blame me for your bad decisions” I laughed, and sat up, too.

“You know something?” He continued, seemingly unbothered that we had slept together. “I’d rather stay here for another night than go back home”.

“You and me both, but it’s Sunday, and some of us have to work tomorrow”.

“Hey, I have a very difficult job” he grinned, because his job was entirely un-difficult.

We didn’t speak for a while, and just lay there, silently enjoying each other’s company, and that’s when I did something that I never thought I could do.

I turned toward Steve, and in that moment, I knew that we both felt the same way. I don’t know how I knew it, but I did. I leaned forward, and he did, too, and suddenly, after years of friendship, our lips met and a wave of excitement rushed through me.

It wasn’t just a kiss. Our tongues pushed together, sliding back and forth as my hand trailed up his chest, and his pushed inside the sheets. It was a special moment, and one that I’d never experienced with anybody else before, and the longer the kiss went on, the more I realised that I’d been in love with my best friend since the first day I’d met him.

“Well” he said, as the kiss broke, and our hands continued to roam across each other’s bodies. “That was… Unexpected”.

“Was it?” I breathed, our lips brushing together again.

“No” he replied, “I guess not”.

We kissed again. It was faster this time. Stronger. More sensual. Steve slipped out of his underwear and threw them aside, and I did the same. We were naked now, and closer than we’d ever been before.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, breathless.

Steve pulled the sheets back to reveal his beautiful, naked body. His cock lay across his thigh, hard and eager, and he grinned at me.

“Do I look unsure?”

I don’t know what had come over me. I wasn’t the most forward person in the world, but suddenly, I felt like I could do anything. I reached for his cock, and he reached for mine, and the feeling that exploded through me when we both squeezed each other’s manhoods, was something I’d never known before.

My tongue pushed into his mouth as we jerked each other off. He was larger than I’d expected, with a thick bush of pubic hair and a pair of low hanging balls which bounced as I stroked him.

We didn’t need to say the words. We both knew exactly what we wanted, so I kept quiet as I pulled my lips from his and kissed my way down his body. He gasped and moaned softly, and I felt his heartbeat quicken in his chest as I trailed my lips over it.

“Oh, god, Dave” he moaned, watching as I travelled further and further down his body.

I felt his bush against my chin, and continued stroking his cock until my face was right next to it. I looked up at him, gauging his reaction as I ran my tongue over his slippery cock head. His eyes rolled back and he gasped.

He tasted as amazing as I had always hoped. Slightly salty, slightly sweet, and utterly delicious. I closed my lips around it, letting him slide deeper into my throat, and pushed down even further until my nose was buried in his pubes.

Steve moaned again. He pushed his hips upwards before trailing his hand through my hair, and I got to work blowing my best friend, and feeling him leak into my throat.

I could have stayed there forever. In fact, I wanted to stay there forever. Having Steve’s cock in my throat was one thing, but the connection that I was now feeling between us, was magical. I bobbed up and down, coaxing more and more pre-seed out of him, before he lifted my chin.

“Let me look after you now” he smiled, and pushed me back before nestling between my legs.

I watched through glassy eyes as Steve began to pump my hard cock with his hand. It felt like a dream, but it was a dream that I never wanted to wake from. I arched my back as I neared orgasm, until he slowed down and sucked me into his mouth.

“Oh fuck” I whimpered, as my body began to tingle. I’d gotten countless blowjobs over the years, but this was, by far, the best.

Steve slid his tongue up and down the underside of my cock as he swallowed it, and I knew that I’d last only a few minutes more before blowing my load.

“How about this?” I asked, gasping for breath as I turned my body around and left my cock in his throat. I plucked his one into my hand, and the two of us sixty-nined on the bed.

It was easily the best moment of my life. After years of imagining a scenario almost as hot as this one, it had finally come true, and it was better than I could have ever expected. It felt right.

We continued to pleasure each other, both of us sucking, licking, slurping and moaning. I felt his body tremble as we rapidly approached the edge of orgasm, and mine did the same.

Steve moaned onto my meat, and I knew he was warning me. As his thick cock began to shoot ropes of sperm into my mouth, my own one exploded into his. Between moans and cum shots, the two of us shared an orgasm that will forever remain in my memory. Everything shook, everything tingled, everything felt wonderful. Steve squirted more cum into my throat. I pumped my cock between his lips, and the two of us fell limp, gasping, panting and moaning.

“Hey” he finally said, and I looked down to find him picking up the hotel phone. He winked at me, and smiled that wonderful smile, and put the phone to his ear.

“Hi there” he said, and I watched, still in awe at what had just happened. “Yeah, room 201, I’d like to book it for another night”.