Author's note:
Hey, this is the 3rd and final part of my first erotic story. I hope you enjoyed the journey of Chris and Aaron. I have some ideas for my next project, but I'm still deciding if the writer's life is for me. As a non-native English speaker, I ask for your patience with any grammatical errors. Anyway, thanks for reading, and let me know what you think.
The following story is a work of erotic fiction. In this fictitious world (which is extremely similar to ours), there are no STDs and no need for douching before anal sex. Sadly, in our world, things are different, so use condoms and practice proper hygiene. This story is meant to be enjoyed by legal-age adults, whatever age that is where you are. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental.
I woke up late and flashes of last night still haunted me right before I opened my eyes. It had all started so innocently, how did I come to this point? My first impulse was to check my phone, maybe Aaron had texted me or tried to call me, he was probably freaking out too, but no, there was not even a single message. During my morning ritual, I tried to make amends with my heavy conscience 'We were drunk, didn’t mean anything. You should probably put this thing in the back of your mind and pretend that nothing happened, Aaron will agree to that, just make a pact of silence and everything will be fine'. This thought calmed me, and I managed to get a grip on my day after breakfast, filling what was left of my morning hours with house chores that I’d been postponing all week. It was noon and still, there wasn’t any sign of Aaron. Going to my front yard to get mail I saw that his car was nowhere to be found, did he come in to get it back without saying anything to me? That was harsh and not at all what I expected from him, without further thinking I texted him 'Hey, saw you got your car already. Are we good? I was expecting we could talk, call me'
I didn’t receive an answer till late at night when a 'Hey man, yeah I got an early morning. Sure, we’re good. Can’t talk now, I had a very busy day, call u later' I didn’t hear back from him all weekend, so clearly we weren’t good, I was mad at myself, how could I tarnish the only friendship I had made here with a silly thing that wasn’t like me at all? Alice arrived on Sunday afternoon and my blue mood didn’t go unnoticed. “Oh honey, if I had known you would miss me so much, I wouldn't have left you here all alone.” I tried telling her that was just work stuff keeping me awake at night and I would never be sad by her pursuing her career and ambitions, and apparently, that did the trick cause she hugged tight, kissed me in the lips and whispered in my ear “Tonight, I shall make it up to you by being the best wife a man could want” Only if she knew what her 'perfect husband' did, I considered telling her, but it wasn’t like this behavior would repeat, it was just a crazy thing, that’s it.
When nighttime came Alice kept her word and started everything with an amazing blowjob, she didn’t always like to blow me and saved it for special occasions, so I guess tonight was supposed to be special. With that in mind, I got up to return the favor, she laid back and opened her legs and I went down on her pussy. The texture and the heat all remembered me of Aaron’s hole and the resemblance drove me feral, my tongue was greedy, and I could feel the folds getting wetter at the same pace as Alice’s moans became louder “Love, do slow down, you're like a madman down there” I obliged and toned down my primal instinct and went back to the same old repertory. After a couple of minutes, tonging became fingering, and when she was almost near orgasm, fucking. While I sensually rocked in and out of her warm insides missionary position my mind started to wonder, 'What would be like to fuck someone with the same raw passion that I had rimmed and fingered my friend on Friday night? What would be like to fuck that same tight pinkish hole?' this train of thought crept me out making me stop for a few seconds “Is anything wrong?” my wife asked, I promptly dismissed and resumed my pace, with my head down I started to suck on one of her nipples which caused her to grunt in the middle of the symphony of moans and pleads she was making the whole time. My rhythm increased and soon she was begging me to fuck her harder, a challenge that I was happy to oblige. She came not long after, screaming “Yes!” and clawing my back with her long nails. I came right after her and tumbled down to the other side of the bed, Alice cuddled me at my sides and lay her head on my chest, her hair smelled like coconut and the sea, finally, I was comfortable again in my own skin, I was happy and most important, I was at peace.
My life resumed the normal routine the following week with one exception. Without hearing anything from Aaron, I sent him texts to schedule our gym sessions, but he didn’t reply. I tried calling him but only encountered his voicemail. I knew a cold shoulder when I saw one. The catch was that I really missed him, and was actually excited about the possibility of us becoming good friends. 10 days passed and I was annoyed at the situation. At home Alice started to notice something was bothering me and questioned me one night if I was unsatisfied with anything she was doing, that broke my heart, I was really lucky to have married that girl. One day, driving back from work I decided to take action. This man couldn’t just run away from a conversation like that over some stupid drunk accident, I viewed my Uber history to find his address and drove to his house. The neighborhood was not far away from mine. I even passed by there sometimes during my jogs, it had this peaceful air with the green lawns and white-picked fences, it looked like a street you would see on television. His was one of the smaller houses in the street, but it looked the ideal size for a young family of 3, I parked on the opposite sidewalk and watched for a couple of minutes, trying to assess if he was alone in there or not, there were 2 cars on the driveways, I identified one as Aaron’s, so by exclusion, I concluded that the other one was Carol’s and drive home without ever stepping out. This detour ended up becoming routine and after 3 days I finally had my chance when I saw only Aaron’s car parked outside the blue house.
I texted Alice saying I would need to stay late at work, and I admitted that lying to my wife didn’t make me happy, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Summoning all my courage I got out of the vehicle, crossed the pathway in the middle of the well-manicured lawn, and hesitantly rang the bell. It took a while till I heard movements on the other side of the door. In the meantime I stood my ground, firming my posture, and rehearsed what I was gonna say to the 'friend' that ghosted me. The door opened and there he was, barefoot, wearing a white tank top and 3 stripe shorts, in his face a surprised expression with a tone of disbelief “Chris? What are you doing here?”
“Hey, man, I came here to talk. I know you’ve been ghosting me, but we have to deal with this as grown-ups” the surprise was fading in his face, leaving only an angry look.
“I don’t think we have anything to talk about, man, you should leave” His dismissive act was getting on my nerves, why was he behaving like such a big douche?
“Yeah, let’s throw away a perfectly good start of friendship just because of a drunk accident!” I felt my voice a little bit louder than usual.
“Yeah, I’m not so sure it was an accident, or even that what we had was the beginning of a friendship, maybe it was your plan all along, or maybe you are a closeted case and that is your way to getting some release.
His voice followed my lead and increased its volume. But that was the least of it, how can he say such things? The rage was taking hold of me and I found myself raising my voice again “Oh that theory works so well for you, right? Cause it takes the responsibility of your own fucking voluntary actions, ain’t that right? Makes you a poor helpless victim.”
“You screaming on my porch only proves my point that we don’t have anything to talk about, you should leave before my neighbors start to notice” he looked worried to both sides of the street, maybe to see that no one was already peeping on any window.
“I could go, or I could properly scream till the whole neighborhood knows what a frightened little boy you are, that chooses to lose a friendship over having an adult conversation.”
He gave me a cold look and defeatedly said “Ok, get in. We have time to talk this through before Carol comes home” he gave space for me to enter and closed the door right after. On the inside the movie set feeling of the street remained, everything screamed Hallmark family house except the angry man dressed in athletic clothes “Ok, you wanna talk, let's talk. Here I’m all ears.”
“I know what we did was unexpected” I started, calmer than before “and besides the theory you came up with, it was a first for me too. But it doesn’t have to mean a thing, we can just pretend that nothing happened and get back to normal. We weren’t best friends or anything, but I liked where we were heading.”
“Look, Chris, you are a great guy, and I wish you a happy life, but I can’t be friends with a dude that made me cheat on my wife, that every time I look at his face I remember how well he sucked my cock, licked my balls, and fucking kissed my ass! Literally!”
“Wow, I didn't know I was such a magician with my mouth!” I told him with an ironic tone “So you are basically saying that we can’t hang out anymore because I will get you hard? I’m starting to think you may be the closet case here.”
He let out a grunt “It’s not like that, you have no idea how little action I’m getting ever since I became a dad, and then after a god knows how long dry spell we have this mess of a night and now my brain is completely lost. The other day I convinced Carol to go down on me, but she didn’t put any effort, all that time I kept remembering you. Do you have an idea of how fucked-up that is?” We were still in the hall, but after finishing his sentence he turned his back on me and walked away to the kitchen.
I followed him and stared at his face while he was drinking a glass of water “So you know, it’s not easy for me too, the other night while I was giving a passionate oral job to Alice she whined I was being too rough, and guess with whom I compared? How do you think that made me feel, me a married straight man just like you?”
He put down his glass and leaned on the counter with a defeated posture “We are screwed, aren’t we? Maybe we should have explored more in our early years, that would definitely make things easier right now.”
I walked to be by his side “Look, it’s not gonna be easy, but I’m willing to try to maintain this friendship” He rearranged himself and looked at me with lost eyes, the weird expression he had made me look better at him and then I saw it “Dude, really, are you hard right now?”
He crumbled, his face tinted red “That’s why I didn’t want to hang out with you again, can you imagine being like that in the gym. You need to get out, and I need to take care of this before Carol gets back” He was talking worriedly, his hands beside his head in anguish, this movement made his bulge even more prominent, and I felt my cock twinkle inside my briefs, what the hell was happening?
I felt horniness pumping through my veins, and I was not thinking clearly anymore. It was like the persona that guided my action on that eventful Friday night was back, and was back in control. put me right in front of him, with my hands at the counter sides “Look, if we won’t be friends anymore, then what we do here doesn't matter”with that said my hand felt his bulge on the black mesh. He looked at me stunned and I just smiled with a smirk while getting down to my knees. I was stunned by how natural this movement was for me, maybe I was not as straight as I once had thought. I peeled down his Adidas shorts and his 8.5' simply sprang forward a couple drops of pre-cum already on his piss slit, the fact that he was commando this whole time made it even harder. Looking up I saw the insecurity and the eagerness on his face and keeping my smirk I opened my mouth, engulfing what I could of his man pole, and watched his body vibrate while a heat took control of his expression, in that moment I knew that this would not be our last time, Aaron was under my control.
In and out of my mouth the cock went, it was getting easier every time. The young dad’s moans fueled my intent, when his dick head hit my throat I gagged, but the sound of pleasure coming from this other supposedly straight man made me try harder, breathing through my nose I relaxed my entrance, and this time his organ almost trespassed the frontier between my mouth and throat, but the impact made me gag so I satisfied myself with the length that I could fit comfortably in my mouth. The scent hit me, a mixture of musk with soap that I would never perceive as sexy in the right state of mind, but this wasn’t ordinary times, it was intoxicating “Christ, Chris that’s so good!” One of my hands was stabilizing his dick at the base, but my other free hand started exploring his thighs, migrating quickly to his balls, playing with his testicles, feeling the heat they emanate. My spit mixed with his pre-cum was flowing down, lubing the area while also drenching my beard, this state excited me in a depraved way. Aaron shuddered lightly, and I got a notion he was close, I couldn’t let this happen this quickly, we didn’t even get to the best part yet.
Taking Aaron’s sword out of my mouth I put my hands on his hips and turned him, without much resistance, his solid buttocks covered in small dark hairs, almost like he usually manscaped there, present to me like a fucking meal, and a meal it was. I massaged the 2 mounds with gusto, and parting them I saw the main course, his tiny pink hole. With my tongue I started to feel his crack, going up and down and forcing it when it made contact with the tight opening, each time I would push further, causing him to whimper with pleasure, the moment I felt his defenses succumb and I finally penetrated my tongue inside his entrance he groans like an animal “Yeah! Chew my fucking hole, man. You like to kiss my ass, don’t you? You are the only one that ever got your tongue in there, so enjoy” the dirty talk gave more stamina to make him crazy with pleasure, Aaron seemed to enjoy my aggressive way of eating his man-hole, his legs were furthering, bending, even more, he took one of his arms out of the counter and pull his left cheek to the side, giving me a chance go deeper, and freeing one of my hands. Spit was drenching his taint, dripping to his balls and supplying me with the lube necessary for my next action. Collecting what I could of this liquid with my free hand I started to include my indicative finger on the oral performance, I bet he didn’t even feel at first when I penetrated his virgin hole with that single finger, the 29er probably only realized that there was another part of me besides my tongue inside his ass when I rubbed his prostate “Shit, do you have a finger in there?” he asked me, looking over his shoulders and meeting me with those incredulous gray eyes. I didn't even care to respond, instead, I massaged his prostate even harder making him arch his back and moan in delight.
When I could feel his ass munching on my finger I withdrew it and started approaching the rosebud with 2 digits this time. I had to spend some time, licking the satin skin once again, adding my spit as lube, and flicking my tongue before putting pressure on my hand. As soon as the fingers were past his muscle ring the whole cavity contracted and my buddy whimpered in a mix of discomfort and pleasure as I included a second one, making his tight opening once again. I took my time kissing his taint and even lapping his balls till he had adjusted well, and I could once again increase my rhythm. Once again he was moaning softly, mainly when my fingers spread his channel creating the space needed for a third one to join the party. When the moans grew in intensity and my digits moved easily in and out, I pistoned them out and inserted them again in a trio.
“What the fuck are you doing with me, man, fuck!” the macho straight father exclaimed when he noticed that his rear end was more crowded than before. On the other hand, I still don’t know how I got the patience to work him up so well. I repeated the same course of actions that I had done prior with one and two fingers. Progress was slow, but hearing that voice filled with pleasure was worth it. My tongue never completely left the action, and my spit kept coming, turning that lovely entrance slicker by the minute. Putting strength on the fingers I forced the pink ring open, and the gapping vision of his pink manhole was only the final incentive for my decision.
Maintaining my hands where they were I laid a kiss on his left butt cheek, then climbing up I kissed his lower back, he understood my intent and removed his tank top. That allowed me to use his column as a trail leaving a handful of light kisses on his back til I was kissing the nape of his neck “I wanna fuck you” I confessed while leaving soft bites on his earlobe. I felt his muscles contracting, but aiming for the answer I wanted to hear I found his prostate and massaged it at the same time.
“SHIT! You fucker, do it! Fuck me!”
The answer sounded like music to my ears, and I was happy to oblige. I removed my polo shirt, zipped down my pants and pulled it together with my underwear, leaving them crumbled in my ankles. Now, almost naked I lodge my dick in the valley between his muscular buns but the skin-on-skin contact made clear that even with my spit more lubrication was needed for me to consolidate the act. Looking around my eyes locked on an olive oil bottle resting next to other cooking supplies, in normal times my hygiene, manners, and overall good behavior would prevent me from doing what I did next, but these 3 were long gone. My fingers left the hot embrace of Aaron’s insides for a quick moment, just enough time to cover them with olive oil. Felling the slick substance on my hand and spreading it on the virgin hole I was about to deflower gave me goosebumps, I refilled my hand with more oil, but this time spread on the full length of my hard 7 inches. It was time. Resuming the position, face resting on his shoulder, kissing his neck I started humping my dick on the lubed path leading to his entrance “Don’t tease me, get through with it” Aaron whimpered while arching his back more.
“I will try to be gentle, but you will need to relax” I said, forcing my pink head on the tight entrance. At first, it was like I’d said 'Tighten up, please' cause his muscles gripped my dick like a vice, but with my oiled-up hands I started to pinch his nipples and that seemed to do the trick, and slowly I could gain terrain, inch by inch.
“FUCK, it hurts” he grimaced a few times, between his teeth.
“You are doing great, man, soon I will be all in. You are so hot and so tight, best ass ever.”
“Enjoy, 'cause it’s the first and last time” He said looking back at me, he had sucked his lower lip into his mouth biting down on it. His face contracted in sex pain. What a thrill it was to see this handsome man, a straight, married dad standing there in front of me, one of my hands feeling his strong pecs while the other traveled south, making contact with his big dick, still hard and pulsing at the same rhythm as his asshole tried to resist me. I waited for a while, taking my time while his body struggled to accommodate me, and inch by inch I gained terrain. The sounds coming out of his mouth from the start were guttural until interrupted by an expressive moan “YES that spot FUCK” jackpot, I had just found his prostate. The intrusion by my part didn’t stop but it was like a switch had flipped, the moans were increasing their frequency with the grunts of discomfort and pain became more and more rare.
I was lost in pleasure, only realizing that I was all the way in when his mounds were smashed in front of my crotch, my pubic hair frictioning his soft skin. Leaning in I nibbled his earlobe “Congrats, bro, I’m all in. Tell me when you’re ready” Aaron, the young father of one, breathed out while I stayed still for what felt like hours, until he looked over his shoulders, his gray eyes had a layer of wild pleasure glued to them, like a man possessed by lust. The moment I saw them I knew I was good to go. Slowly I moved my hips, in and out, a growing rhythm, making sure to hit his prostate as much as I could. His body started to move too, his ass followed my cock like a magnet and soon we were two bodies in a synchronized dance. My hands that were roaming in his strong body the whole time went back to grabbing his strong pectorals, feeling the little amount of hair that sprang out from his cleavage. I went back to pinch his nipples, making his moans even more erratic. His body was like a new toy that I couldn’t stop playing with, after I attacked his nipples I kept my journey south. His 6 pack and v line was a great appetizer for the main course, which was standing at full attention waiting for my touch. I licked his nap before grabbing the mighty weapon. His sweat covered my tongue, a taste that I never in my life thought that I was supposed to like, but paired with the pulse of blood I could feel in the 8.5' slab of meat was just animalistic. An injection of pheromones that made me go even harder and deeper in his straight ass “Look at you, surrendered to the pleasure of a dick in your ass, such a good boy.”
“Shut the fuck up, old man, just keep fucking me!”
“And I …” thrust “… intend …” thrust “… to do …” thrust “… just that!”
“Damn it, such a thick cock”
“Yeah, you like this daddy dick, boy? It’s gonna be hard for you every time that I caught even a glimpse of this ass” to reinforce my point I gave a soft slap in his right mount
“Fuck man, what you’re doing with me! Fuck me harder” I didn't need to be told twice and started to move at full speed. A quick thought that Alice would never agree to sex in this intensity passed through my mind, but I didn’t hold on to it, just kept pistoning in and out “Chris, bro, I’m close!”
This statement made me look up and face his gray eyes, now lost in lust, his quivering pink lips invited me and without thinking I cut the space and started to kiss him. The short beard on his face didn’t make me forget that I was kissing a man, a hunk of a man. Our tongues dueled in the joint cavity of our mouths, each aiming to subdue the other. The kiss seemed to do the trick and his tight crevice started to flex, milking my cock, at the same time his long sword trembled in my touch and I felt for the very first time semen flowing through a dick that wasn’t mine. By impulse, I aimed his cock at his chest, but the first spurt went higher and hit his chin, the second and third instead coated his dark chest hair white, and the other spurted lower, with the 2 last erupting directly in my hand.
The pressure of his man-hole chewing my dick while he cummed was too much for me to bear and as soon as his orgasm subsided I started my own. I planted my meat in the deepest point I could reach and planted my seed in the deflowered ass. I had done it, I had fucked and bred my friend.
I stepped back, my cock sliding off of his love chute making a loud 'pop', like a champagne bottle, the sound made him start laughing “Well, that was definitely a cherry popping” he said turning to me, smile on his lips, still out of breath from the gut-wrenching orgasm, looking even more handsome in the afterglow of his first fucking. The weight of our actions fell in my conscience, and I guess that transpired into my eyes “Shit. We are bad people aren’t we?” concern tainting the blissed expression on his face.
“What have I done? What have we done?”
“Look, let’s agree to not freak out right now. I have to clean this mess” he pointed to himself and the countertop “and you have to get out before Carol gets home. We’ll talk properly tonight, I call you. Deal?”
I mumbled an agreement and walked myself out. The journey home went by like a fever dream and even if I was tortured I wouldn’t be able to describe it. When I regained my full conscience I was already in the shower, gripping the luffa red skin on my chest, arms and every spot that my body was able to reach with the necessary strength. Numbed myself out I fostered a shot of whisky til the ice melted and what was left would be undrinkable for general audiences, but I didn’t care. At the same time I felt guilty for cheating on my wife. I was energized, I felt that I could run a marathon and fight a rhino. My mind, even with my discipline and direct instructions kept finding ways to make me remember what went by this afternoon and I would only notice that when my semi erection would make me uncomfortable in my briefs.
Alice arrived at 8 pm, bringing with her chinese take out and her work laptop. Setted table, disposable wooden chopsticks in hand, it was like any other night “I mean, I was familiar with Yankee corporate culture long before I crossed the Atlantic, but sometimes I think it's borderline madness the way your people take pleasure in labor” her voice toning down towards the end of the sentence “Is everything alright, darling? You’re staring at your plate as if it’s a riddle.”
“No, it’s nothing, just some work thing” I answered in the blink of an eye. The quickness and naturality to which I lied to my wife was staggering me in the worst kind of way.
“See, even when you don’t have to work late, you’re still thinking about work. What I would give not to have to review Jeffrey's presentation tonight. I still can't believe they decided to promote that brat. The mistakes he makes. Even when I was an intern, I did a better job. But I guess the standard is different when your daddy is a CEO of an S&P 500.”
“That’s why they had to import you, baby, there is no one of your level in this whole country. You’re one of the crown’s jewels”
“You big flatter, I’m not one of the Crown’s jewels, I’m yours” her hand caressed my forearm “Only you can lift me out of my foul mood so easily.”
I had just filled the dishwasher when my phone started vibrating with Aaron Brody clearly displayed on its screen. Alice had taken off to our joint home office with promises to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but I still wanted to be safe. “Hey” I said, closing the glass door, stepping in the backyard “how are you?”.
“Hey, man, I’m fine, just a little bit sore, but nothing major” the low voice on the other side replied.
I didn't know how to react, what you said to the friend that you fucked bareback a couple hours ago? I carved my way out with an apologetic “I see, sorry, I don’t know what got over me”.
“Don’t worry” he sighed and the call went silent for many seconds till deep breath was heard “You know that Carol asked me why I was so happy? Dude, I can’t even remember when was the last time I felt such contentment. I know I was frightened and angry when you knocked at my door this afternoon, and when I promised to call you tonight I had my mind settled on putting the final dot in whatever this is, but right now I don’t want to stop”.
The avalanche of emotion buried all my expectations about this conversation, forcing me to evaluate everything in a new prism “Shit, Aaron! You know I was counting on you to be the voice of reason, I’m not sure if it’s healthy to keep doing this”
“Chris, relax, we were just blowing off steam. It doesn’t have to mean a thing. I felt just like you do that night, believe me, and then I spent 10 days guilty that I had liked and ashamed to get hard after thinking about it. It was fun and it felt good, didn't it? Fuck, I ended up getting the short end of the stick and I’m not panicking” his voice lower than before.
His words made an impact in me and I a string of normality resonated in my conscience “I might not be as big as you, but calling it a short stick is not fair” he chuckled on the other side of the line, which gave me a peace-like sensation “You are right, it felt good, it was fun. But I don’t want this to tarnish our friendship”.
“Oh I think this is only gonna straighten it” he told me, with a happy tone “What is actually ironic if we think about it” It was my time to chuckle “So, are we good?”
“Yeah, yeah, we are good” I reassured myself.
“So I will see you in the gym tomorrow, you have to spot me in the bench press” .
