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  • My sons best friend

    • I couldnt have been more irritated when my son, Michael came home at 12:30 AM, drunk as Id ever seen him. He was barely 21 years old and had driven home inebriated. I knew I couldnt yell at him at that point because it wouldnt be effective. He was just too smashed. To top it off, he brought with him his best friend, Manuel, who was six years older than Michael. I didnt even like Manuel. I felt like he was trouble just waiting to happen. It was strange, though. I had recently heard him play the guitar beautifully and saw him draw the most beautiful sketch on a plain white piece of paper. He was working in his field of choice which was as a chef. All the pieces were there for me to like him, but I just didnt. Then, several weeks before the boys had come home drunk, Manuel had come by ostensibly looking for Michael. I told him Michael was at work, which I was sure he knew before that. When he was leaving, even though he knew I was not fond of him, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly like a dear old friend. I was completely confused by this at the time and wondered about his motives. Was he trying to get in my good graces? Was he tired of the animosity between us for Michaels sake? Or, was there some other reason? I had no idea how quickly I would find out the answer.

    When the boys came home, I got Mike settled into his room and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Manuel was to sleep in the guest room on the other side of the hall from my bedroom. I got Manuel settled in, said a curt good night to both of them and went off to bed. I closed the door, stripped off my bathrobe, under which I was wearing nothing else, and climbed into bed. I was extremely tired since I had been working a lot of overtime in the last week.

    It wasnt more than 30 minutes as I was finally falling asleep, having calmed down from my irritation with my son, that I heard a gentle knock at my bedroom door.

    "What?" I asked in a frustrated tone, thinking it was my son.

    "Can I come in?" Manuel asked timidly. I couldnt imagine why he was knocking at my door. I thought I had gotten him everything he needed and after being at my house so many times before, he knew where everything was.

    "I suppose." I reluctantly responded. As soon as he entered, he closed the door, which I thought was odd. He walked over to the side of the bed.

    "Can I sleep in here tonight?" I couldnt believe my ears. The nerve of this young, Latino buck! He had already taken off his shirt and only had a pair of shorts on. I could see by the light of the summer moon Manuels velvety brown skin glistening with the pungent oils from a night of drinking. His hair was already tousled from lying in bed for a half an hour. His smooth chest was well formed and broad and his shoulders much stronger looking than they appeared in his usual baggy clothes. His waist was narrow and taut.

    When I asked him if there was something wrong with the bed in the guest room, he said that there wasnt anything wrong with the bed or the room, but that he didnt want to sleep alone. I didnt know how he felt about sleeping alone, maybe having some fear of the dark or some strange fear of being alone in general. I certainly didnt want to argue with a drunk, and since I had a sofa in the room I figured I could deal with him snoring for a few hours. I suggested he sleep on the sofa to which he responded that he wanted to sleep in bed with me. I told him that this would not be a good idea since I sleep in the nude and Michael would never understand if he were to wake up in the middle of the night. Manuel said Michael would be out for many hours, which I knew to be true, as well.

    "Fine," I said with exasperation filling the single syllable. Manuel slipped out of his shorts and crawled into bed next to me. I had a queen size bed so I wasnt worried about not having enough room for both of us. We were both slender and would not take much room. I rolled over away from him and started to go to sleep.

    A few minutes later, Manuel asked me a question I never expected to hear from him in a million years.

    "How big is your dick?"

    "WHAT?!?" I bellowed, more loudly than I would have liked. "Thats none of your business, Manuel." Then there was silence for a few minutes.

    "I have a big dick," he said almost innocently. "Do you want to touch it?" I was surprised that the first response in my head was in the affirmative. I knew I had to fight that response however.

    "Its not a good idea, Manuel. Michael could hear us. Besides, youre drunk and you are probably just curious. Im Michaels father after all. What are you thinking?"

    "Im thinking Ive wanted to be with you for a couple of years. Im thinking you are extremely handsome and it looks like you have good size dick between your legs."

    I couldnt deny that. My cock was about 7 thick inches, perfectly shaped, brown with a well-trimmed bush surrounding it. My balls were heavy and hairy hanging between my muscular hairy thighs.

    Suddenly, I found myself wanting to be with him, but I had to be strong. This was contrary to every feeling about Manuel I ever had about him. I had no idea he was gay or bi-sexual. I always assumed he was completely straight.

    "No, Manuel."

    "Can I touch yours then? I just want to feel it." My conviction was melting with each word. He must have sensed it because although I didnt respond verbally, he took my silence to be tacit approval. He slid his hand under the sheet over my hip, finding my quickly hardening cock. I gasped as he encircled my rod with his soft, insistent fingers. I hadnt been touched like that in nearly a year.

    "Nice piece of meat, Jay," he said to me as he began stroking my now rock hard tool. "I have to have a taste."

    Before I could get a sound out, he slid the sheet off my body as he slithered down my side. In a moment I felt his warm breath hovering over my crotch. My willpower completely disappeared as I felt his hot, wet tongue licking the full length of my shaft and wandering over my plum-sized head. I moaned my approving response.

    As soon as I regained my senses, I realized he had positioned himself in the 69 position to suck on my cock. His raging hard-on was just inches from my face. I simply couldnt resist. His beautiful eight inch, uncut cock was begging for attention and I decided in that moment it would receive that ministration from me. His unusually thick monster stretched my jaw as I slid it into my hungry mouth.

    There we were, two otherwise antagonistic individuals cock sucking our way to a new level in our relationship. And, it felt incredible.

    When he felt the surge of my orgasm beginning, he didnt want me to cum yet, so he stopped what he was doing, turned around so we were face to face, put his hand on my cheek, drawing me close and kissed my lips in the most intimate kiss I had ever had. My passions which had been reluctant at best were, in that moment, enflamed beyond reason. Whatever reservations I previously had, completely disappeared at that point.

    "I want to feel your ass, Jay," he said to me. His fingers were already reaching between my legs. I lifted my knees and spread my legs to give him adequate access to my nearly virgin-again hole.

    "Mmmm, tight," was all he could say as he slipped one of his wet, meaty fingers inside my hot pucker. I was in heaven as he began slowly finger-fucking me, stroking my balls and perineum all the while.

    Without a word, he climbed on top of me so we were once again face-to-face and he began kissing me as he assertively pushed my legs farther into the air. He positioned his rigid manhood at my tight opening and began pressing forward. It had been so long since I had been with anyone, and he was so incredibly thick, I wasnt sure I could take him; but I was soon shown that with that much anticipation and foreplay, I was more than ready to receive him into my body. In one strong, insistent push, he was deep inside my ass. It felt so incredibly good. He started to pick up the pace fairly quickly which was just fine with me. I reached around his neck and pulled him in for a barrage of kisses as he pummeled me with his huge rod. I was grunting and moaning much more loudly than I thought I should be, but at that point I just didnt care who heard me.

    Without a word or warning, Manuel took my leg in his hand and without disengaging from me, maneuvered me onto my stomach so that he could take me from behind. Well, thats all he needed. Within moments he began pounding me like a jack hammer, growling that he was going to cum.

    "Cum inside me, Manolo!" His hands were on my shoulders; his lips were on my neck. Three huge slams and he began cumming in earnest. I felt his hot jism splattering the sides of my rectum is dynamic volleys. I had never felt so clearly a mans juices fill me up in this way.

    As his orgasm resolved, Manuel laid on top of my back breathing heavily. I had never before felt so satisfied without cumming myself. As wonderful as his fucking had been, it was just going to get better.

    He rolled off of me and suggested I roll on my back. He returned to sucking my cock and made sure it was hard and slick. He cooed over the pre-cum he described as dessert. As was his apparent pattern, he never said a word as he lifted himself onto his knees, slung one of them over my hips and straddled himself over me so that my cock was at his own rosebud. He played with my nipples as he slowly slid down onto my shaft, burying it to the hilt inside him. He continued to caress my chest as his eyes closed and he began gyrating his ass into my hips. I was so deep into him that I felt our hipbones rubbing together. The pleasure was exquisite. It wasnt long before I felt my own orgasm begin. I started bucking underneath Manuel and he rode me like a professional cowboy would a prize bronco. The bed was groaning underneath us as we found our intense rhythm together. My orgasm came as quickly as an earthquake, rattling my bones and forcing my cock even deeper into his box. I knew my now immense girth must have been stretching him out more than he ever imagined. I grabbed onto his hips and spilled my creamy potion into his welcoming chalice.

    "Yes... yes... yes... oh GOD!" I heard him scream as he took me inside. We were both sweating profusely from our exertion and as my cock had its last spasm, Manuel rolled off of me onto the bed.

    "That felt so good, Jay. This is the last time were going to do this, though. This is just a one time thing."

    I was shocked, but since I had no expectations of him, I simply concurred, albeit with some disappointment because without question, this had been the best sex of my life. Without question. Almost immediately he got out of bed and went into the guest room to go to sleep.

    That wasnt the end of it, however. Within 10 minutes, there was another rap on my bedroom door.

    "Let me in."

    "No, Manuel. Its getting light outside and Michael is going to be awake soon."

    "Let me in."

    "Go get some sleep, damn it!"

    "Let me in, Jay. Now." I couldnt say no any more.

    "Come in, Manuel." It began again, only this time it was even more passionate and intimate.

    Michael was sound asleep throughout the early morning. We had three repeat visits after our initial time together that morning. Michael slept through all of them. I couldnt believe it. Manuel and I couldnt get enough of each other.

    Our relationship continued as friends with benefits for over ten years. Each time, he would end up with his speech about how guilty and dirty he felt and how what we were doing was an abomination to God. He would say that I had to be the strong one and not allow him to come over any more. For a long time, I just couldnt say no.

    Id finally had enough, though. I was getting too old to deal with his issues and although no one had ever given me more pleasure, I knew that when I moved into my new house, the time Manuel and I spent together had to be over. The last time I saw him he said, "I can hardly wait to see your new place."

    "You wont be seeing it, Manuel." He laughed. I didnt. Not because I was angry or didnt feel anything for him, but because I knew how much I would miss him. I was right.


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