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“Hey Jack. I could use some help with another part tonight. You free to come over?”I kept reading that text over and over, teasing out any possible meaning in the words and the phrasing. The night before had led to a pretty crazy few minutes where I found myself with John’s cock unloading hot streams of cum into my mouth while we drank beers in his garage. That sort of thing never happened in my world, and certainly not in my neighborhood.But it did, to me and to John. And on my walk home last night I thought I was going to have to move. I mean, who does shit like that? Taking your friend’s cock in you mouth like its a popsicle? That was the stuff of stories, and I can’t believe I went for it. Thank God he was willing. Actually, now that I think about it, I think he enjoyed it quite a lot. At least those ropes of cum flowing into my mouth indicated he got the release he so badly needed. And to be honest, so did I. I didn’t cum until I had made it to the private confines of my own bathroom, but when I did I swear it was like a volcano. I was shaking, both before and after my own release. Confused but buzzing with energy and adrenaline. That next morning was pure torture as I flip-flopped from, “Oh shit I have to move,” to “well, it was a one-time thing and I’m sure we can laugh it off,” to, “what if he wants it again?” And if I was honest, I did want it again. I wanted to sit on that sweaty padded weight bench in his garage, put my hands on his hips, and pull his cock as far into my mouth as I could manage. That much was totally clear to me. Oh man, what happened to me?Then the text came from John, just before lunch. I jumped when the sound popped out of my phone. Hell yes I was free to come over! But I tried to play it cool, so I wrote, “Hey John, thanks for the beers last night. I think I can make it tonight if you need Kuşadası escort help. What time?” “Same as last night, 9pm?” he wrote back after about two long minutes. “9pm it is. I’ll bring some beer,” I wrote. That way we could just end up working on his car and drinking my beer if he wants. Maybe he wants to talk about it, tell me what a big mistake it was, and how he hopes we can be friends. Or maybe he just needs help with a part for his truck. My head was spinning with the possibilities. Work that afternoon took forever, but I finally made it home to an otherwise normal evening in the neighborhood. My wife Sarah and I had a normal but kind of boring conversation about our days and the upcoming school year for the kids. She seemed happy when I told her John wanted my help again, which in and of itself made me feel a little queasy. “Oh that’s great, dear,” she said. “His wife Annie seems nice, so maybe we can have them over sometime?” As you can imagine, this triggered a pit in my stomach, but I nodded silently and finished my dinner. I don’t know why, but I showered before I went over. Like it was a date! I put on a grubby t-shirt and shorts to compensate, and then said goodbye to Sarah just before 9pm. She waved nonchalantly, already heading up the stairs to do whatever she does up there. I grabbed a six-pack of IPAs out of the garage fridge and started walking to John’s house. It seemed like I was jogging, but I wasn’t. I was so nervous that I was just out of breath. “Just a few beers with your buddy, so settle down!” I told myself. But it wasn’t working. I rounded the corner and saw John in his garage. He was puttering around in there, moving some boxes and trying to look busy. I waved as I walked up his driveway, and he gave me a nervous wave back. “Thanks for coming, Jack,” he Kuşadası escort bayan said. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be free on such short notice.”  I realized that he had just showered too, which made me chuckle to myself. “No problem!” I said, with maybe a little too much enthusiasm. “Its good to get out of the house, and I brought the beers this time.” “Great, thanks,” he said. “Annie is probably already upstairs in bed,” he said quietly and then he closed the big door to the garage. I handed him a beer, took one myself, and we popped them open. I think it took about thirty seconds to drink that first round. We were clearly both nervous. I grabbed two more beers and popped them open. As I handed him his second, he let out a big sigh and started talking.“So…that was pretty interesting last night, right?” John said, lifting up his tone a little at then end, then taking a big swig of beer. “It certainly was!” I said. Then quietly I added, “Um…John, I’ve never done anything like that before, man. I don’t know what came over me, and I really hope I wasn’t out of line.”  Now it was my turn to top the bottle to my lips. I was shaking with nerves at this point.“Neither have I,” John said, “but I have to say it was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I guess I really needed that!” Now he was smiling, and I started to relax. John then pressed a little. “Jack, did you really not mind doing that to me? You know…especially at the end, when I came?” “Honestly John, I think I surprised myself.” I said, “but if we’re being honest, I liked it a hell of a lot more than I should have. I can’t really explain it, and it has me asking myself all sorts of questions, but the truth is it was pretty fucking amazing. I went home and jacked off immediately and I nearly passed out I came so hard.”Now bodrum escort bayan John’s smile got wider, more happy and less nervous. “Very interesting!” he said. Then he raised an eyebrow and asked, “What do you mean questions, Jack?”“You know…” I demurred, “like, what does that mean that I liked it? I mean, I’m not gay I think. Don’t get me wrong, gay’s not a bad thing, it just doesn’t fit. I like fucking Sarah too, and I don’t have any urge to kiss you or spoon or shit like that.”“Good!” John said with a laugh as he nearly spit out his beer. “Cuddling wasn’t high on my list of garage activities either.” Then he paused for a few moments, sipping his beer more slowly now. As the significance of our conversation settled around us like an imagined cone of silence, he finally spoke up.“Jack, maybe this doesn’t have to be so complicated for you.” he offered. “Maybe these lines make more sense when we’re twenty-five and the ladies want to fuck us and it’s all so new. And maybe we’ve just lucked into something that feels good, and that we can keep between us?” I thought I heard hope in his tone now, and I was feeling it too. This line of argument sounded a lot better than what I was torturing myself with all day!“I’m not gay either,” John continued, “but there’s no denying that felt good. And last night’s conversation has me thinking about some other stuff too. Stuff you said last night. I have to admit, I’ve been horny about it all day.”I tried to run last night’s conversation through my mind quickly, but it was a bit of a blur, so I asked, “What do you mean? What other stuff?”Now John tilted his head down, cheeks blushing a little and it seemed like he wanted to hide behind that beer. He gulped down the rest, and went over to the fridge to get another. As he walked back over, it came out almost as a whisper. “You said some things that you miss, Jack. You said you missed going down on Sarah, but you also mentioned that you used to, you know…lick her ass.”Now it was my time to blush, and I was suddenly very preoccupied with how little beer was left in my bottle. “Uhhhh, yeah” I said sheepishly, “I really said that, didn’t I?”

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