Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2019 16:08:07 -0700
From: C <00wcal@gmail.com>
Subject: My Buddy Phil part 1 (Bisexual Adult Friends)

I surprised myself when I invited my work-friend Phil to come by on Friday
for a beer. Phil and I weren't really friends, exactly, more friendly
co-workers, but a beer after work is what co-workers do and how they might
become friends. The fact that I invited him over wasn't what surprised me,
it was that my wife was going out of town for a few days, so it'd be just
him and me on Friday. Even that wasn't a big deal since guys hang out
together all the time, so I have to admit that there was something else
going on for me, a long-latent itch of bisexuality that I was trying to
scratch. At the same time, I was 95% sure that Phil was completely
straight, and nearly 100% sure that I would never have the nerve to do
anything with him. All of which had me anxious and wondering if I would
even be able to relax and just hang out with Phil, just drink a beer and
shoot the shit, complain about stuff, and laugh with a buddy. Even though I
knew it was a lame thing to do, I thought about cancelling, but then when I
saw Phil at work on Friday he seemed really stoked about hanging out, said
he was really looking forward to celebrating the end of a hard week with a
couple beers. I was looking forward to it too - I had too few friends
outside of our circle as a couple. This was a good thing, a thing my wife
had encouraged, she had her women friends after all. It would be pathetic
and kinda pervy to cancel because I thought I couldn't contain myself. Who
was I kidding anyway - it wasn't like I was gonna jump on this guy or that
he'd find fifty-something-years old me just irresistible!
 Still, I was nervous as I was getting out of the shower after work that
night and getting dressed. It'd be cool, I thought as I made sure there
were clean glasses and cold beer, if we could even talk about sex. I never
talked to anyone about that part of my marriage, or about sexuality in
general really. I could feel myself tensing up about it all and thought
that maybe a quick shot of something, tequila maybe, might help when Phil
knocked on the door.
 "Hey man," he said with a big grin and a bottle of... tequila in his hand.
"I brought you something. Nice place, buddy!"
 "I was just thinking about tequila! I even had a glass out and was looking
for a lime when you knocked," I said, grateful for the coincidence and ice
breaking, "It *was* kind of a shitty week, right?"
 "You were gonna start without me? That's all right, but now I'm here," he
set down the bottle and grabbed me in a big bear hug, "Good to see you away
from the grind, man. Now let's have a drink!"
 I poured us shots and opened beers and we were comfortable together right
away, talking about my house and his, complaining a lot about work and a
little about our wives. After a half hour or so I poured more tequila and
suggested we head to the couch and TV.
 "I think the game's on, " I said, grabbing the remote and hading it to him.
 "Maybe not yet, but let's sit down anyway," he said, clicking through
channels, "I'm kinda beat. Hey, where's the bathroom?"
 "Right down the hall."
 He must not have closed the door all the way because I could hear him
pissing loudly. Just not used to hearing a guy piss in this house, I
thought to myself, but it really sounded like quite the stream. Suddenly an
image of him holding his cock, thick and heavy, with a gush of piss flowing
from it flashed in my head. I fiddled with the TV to distract myself and
sipped some tequila.
 "Hey, the game *is* on," I yelled as I heard him finish. I don't really
care about sports, but figured most guys do, and I do like to watch
basketball. Phil came back, zipping up, and laughed as he sat on the couch
with me.
 "I don't really care about basketball," he said, echoing my thoughts and
giving my shoulder a little shove, "so don't feel like you have to have
this on for me. Hey, can I ask you something?"
 "Sure," I said, turning down the volume but leaving the game on. I picked
up my glass. "But first, a drink!"
 We cheered and drank.
 "Do you get horny as fuck when your wife is out of town? Sorry, I know
that's kinda personal and out of left field, but since we're going to be
friends, you should know that when I have a couple of drinks I do get
personal. I can't help it, I just like to talk to a guy. I mean, why not,
man? Who else we going to talk to about stuff if not our buddies, right?"
 "I..." It was a lot to take in. I didn't know what to say but I must have
looked ridiculous because Phil started cracking up.
 "Dude, you have a hilarious look on your face! Don't freak out." He
reached over and gripped my arm, "I'm just asking because I get so horny
when my wife is away. And it's not like we really have sex all the time and
then it's dry. I don't know. But, do you? Get all horny, I mean."
 I couldn't believe it was happening, that he was talking about sex, just
what I had hoped for but had lost hope that I'd find the courage to bring
it up. And now he did. I had to say something quick or the moment might be
lost.
 "Yeah," I said, maybe a little loud, "I totally do. And yeah, it's not
like there aren't dry spells when she *is* here, so it's not that. I guess
for me it's that I am sorta free. Not like I could do anything. I mean, I
*could*, but I wouldn't. But I do think about it and yeah, I get really
horned up. I thought it was just me!"
 "No, bro, not just you. I can't see getting with anyones else either but,
right, it's the thought. Kinda wish I could switch that line of thought
off, tell you the truth, cause it just leaves a guy all hard and hot."
 I was glad, but a little blown away that we were talking like this. Did he
just say hard? I felt a little stir, a little heat down there. Phil scooted
back on the couch, adjusting his seat and tugging on his pant legs - could
it be that he was feeling it too? Don't get ahead of yourself, I told
myself, it's just talk and that's cool, it's great in fact. Working out
some stuff with a buddy, like he said.
 "But you can't. Switch it off I mean. There's a couple of things I'd hit
that switch on if I could."
 "You and I both know there is a way to switch horniness off, but too much
porn and masturbation and you start to feel like a creep or something.
Although actually," he looked over at me with a big smile, "I sometimes
wonder if there is such a thing as too much. I've been doing it pretty
regular since I was, what, thirteen, and do I look like a creep to you?"
 We both laughed and sipped tequila, glanced at the game.
 "True, you can flip that switch by, uh, hand. I guess I do end up in front
of a screen with my pants down a lot, and when she's away, I don't have to
be stealthy with the laptop, I can do it right here with the big screen!" I
waved towards the TV where a well-muscled dude was dropping a shoulder and
driving to the rim. Phil glanced at the couch, then at me.
 "Oh sorry, too much information," Was I being gross? "I... I clean up. I
mean, I don't sit here bare-assed. Um, I... We can sit somewhere else if
you want."
 Phil jumped up off the couch, turned with a shocked look on his face, then
flopped back down, howling with laughter.
 "No such thing as TMI as far as I'm concerned. I told you, I get personal.
Anyway, I'm sure you're real tidy with a towel and wipes and all.
Cum-stained couch - definitely not cool with the wife. Haha! Man, I'm no
different," We were both sitting back, relaxed, "What kind of stuff do you
like?"
 "What porn you mean?"
 "No, what kind of motor oil for your car," he said with a laugh, "Yes,
Tom, I mean pornography. What gets you? Blowjobs? Uniforms? Anal? Fake
tits?"
 "God, the fake tits are so bad. No, I, uh..." I didn't want to tell him
that I liked bisexual stuff, at least not right away, "Blowjobs, I guess.
And cumshots."
 "Facial guy!"
 "Oh, you ever watch vintage porn? Some of that is great. There's kind of a
story. At least they make an attempt. And people look more natural."
 "Yeah, I love that stuff! I think I also like it because it reminds me of
back in the day. Were you as permanently horny as I was? Dang," Phil took a
pull from his beer, " and then when I found my dad's porn cassettes. Oh
man! VCR, remember? I almost wore those tapes out! What was it...? This one
that really got me... oh yeah! Barbara Broadcast it was called. Had the
best blowjob ever! Y'know how now, the guy always like jerks off and
finishes on her face? A nice, long, sloppy blow job and then the guy has to
jerk himself off! No, in Barbara Broadcast this chick sucks the guys OFF!
He's got his hands resting on this, like, bar and he never touches his
cock. It's just her bobbing up and down on the dude's big dick, slobbering
and sucking and then he just starts cumming. His cock pops out of her mouth
for a second and squirts on her lips and face, then she takes him back in
and slurps that shit up! Man, it's so hot. And funny, cause at the end
she's got his jizz all on her cheeks and she looks up and goes, 'Thy rod
and thy staff, they comfort me'!"
 My whole body, and especially my face, felt hot. I knew that movie. And
the scene he just described - it was one of my favs as well. It was weird
to think that we both got into watching, and jerking off to, the same scene
in the same film. Like we shared that blow job or something. I wanted to
tell him that I liked how thick and strong the guy's cock looked, how it
curved down a little. How I fantasized not only about getting great head
like that, but also giving it, imagining myself in her place, sucking that
cock the very best I could, working on getting him off, feeling his cock
throb and the warm semen on my cheeks and tongue. Tasting it. Swallowing
it.
 But it was too soon, or I was too chicken, to say all that. But I did want
to keep heading in the direction we were going and picked up on what he had
said about being horny back in the day and finding his dad's porn stash.
 "My buddy and I found his dad's porn stash too and that one, Barbara
Broadcast was in there so, yeah I know that scene. Sure do." Even though I
told myself not to, my pants were getting tight and I adjusted myself. I
noticed him notice. I forged ahead, "My buddy and I jerked off to that so
many times. That, and another scene, from Debbie Does Dallas..."
 "Oh, shit! I know that one too!" Phil laughed.
 "...where this girl sucks a jock off in the library. She goes too deep and
chokes a little and he's like, 'baby don't choke, stay alive!'" I just told
him that I jerked off with my buddy. I didn't tell him what else my buddy
and I did back then. This was crazy, but I liked where it was going. "Hey,
you won't believe this, but I actually have those movies on DVD."
 "Oh, I believe it. I could tell you were a nasty motherfucker," he said,
chuckling, "from the first time we met. But hey, what guy isn't, am I
right? Especially, like you said, or I said, we both said, back in those
horny-ass days! I heard you say you jerked off with your buddy - heck, who
didn't? Did y'all do more? I mean... oh, never mind. Maybe I'm getting a
little drunk. Did you say you have Barbara Broadcast? Dude, let's watch it."
 Now that this was really going to happen, I felt almost dizzy with nerves
and excitement. I tried to hide my erection when I jumped up to get the
video from my stash, but it wasn't really possible. Phil's eyes went form
my bulging pants to my embarrassed face.
 "It's cool man, I'm in the same state over here," he said, adjusting
himself.
 "It seems like I've been hard for days. Almost kinda hurts," I said,
slipping the video into the player.
 "Not good, buddy. Not good for your health to let that tension build up so
much. Blue balls are real!" Phil said as the movie started, "And watching
this, just watching? That is only gonna make it worse. If I can make a
recommendation...?"
 "Sure," I said, pouring us both another shot and trying to adjust my hard
cock to a comfortable angle as I sat next to him on the couch.
 "Okay. Instead of trying not to touch ourselves while this damn sexy movie
gets us all hot and bothered, let's just jerk the fuck off right here!. I
mean, we know we both do it, let's do it together, dude. Lots of guys
jerked off with buddies when they were teens, I know I sure did, so why'd
we stop?"
 I was stunned, and thrilled, and couldn't seem to say anything for a
minute. Luckily, Phil wasn't waiting for permission - he stood, undid his
pants, and pulled both pants and underpants down to his ankles. He turned
and there it was, another man's fully erect cock, something I had longed to
see in person for too long.
 "What do you think?" he asked, running a finger along the underside of his
boner and making it twitch. He gestured to the TV with his other hand and
laughed, "I'm no porn star, but not bad, right?"
 How was this guy so casual, showing me his erection and laughing about it?
Could it really be this way with a friend - sexual talk and even activity
that's fun and completely unromantic? I sure hoped so. The hard cock that
was just about busting out of my pants was sure of it! Clearly Phil was
comfortable with it - he flopped back down on the couch, smiling and
stroking his cock as he eyed the action on the screen.
 "Not bad at all," I said, not in the habit of commenting on guys' cocks,
but he did ask. I unzipped too (this was actually happening!) and lowered
my pants and underpants, my hard cock springing up as I sat down next to
him on the couch. Our hands were moving on our boners and our eyes were on
the screen. Or they mostly were - I caught Phil sneaking a look at mine
when I was sneaking a peek at his. We were full-on jerking off now, a
couple of buddies trying to relieve the tension.
 "Man, look at her move on that dick!" Phil said, panting a little and
cupping his balls with the hand that wasn't pumping his own dick, "Girl
knows how to suck cock, ya know?"
 I did know, and I knew something else: I was going to have his cock in my
mouth before the night was over. When would I get a chance like this again?
I wasn't sure how I was going to make it happen, I just knew that I wanted
it too badly to let it not happen. And I was pretty sure that he wanted it
too. I just had to find the right angle, the right approach that didn't
seem too, well, gay. Phil probably wasn't easily scared off, but I couldn't
simply lean over and open up. At least, not yet.
 "Yeah, she's making him feel real good, that's for sure," I agreed. "but
she's not the best."
 Phil looked up at me, surprised, "What do you mean? She seems do be doing
pretty damn good. She's definitely getting the guy there - hell, she's
getting *me* there, and nobody's even sucking *my* cock!"
 Th suggestion that he might be getting anywhere close, that his cock might
start throbbing and spurting cum before I had the opportunity to wrap my
lips around it, told me to move things along quicker. And to slow him down
a bit. He was still looking me in the eyes as I reached over and gripped
his forearm, pausing his stroke. It was our first contact and though it was
just hand to arm, I felt a current go through me. Phil felt it too.
 "What do you mean?" he asked again, the question taking a different tone
this time.
 "I mean, they always say that guys are the best cocksuckers - they know
exactly how it feels, how a wet warm mouth makes a cock feel. Men know how
hard to suck, how fast to go, how to finish a guy off."
 My hand was still on his arm and now I slid it down over his hand that was
wrapped around his cock. He pulled his hand away and I replaced it with
mine, gripping his hot boner firmly. He gasped.
 "I guess they do say that," he said between heavy breaths as I began
slowly stroking him, "Wanna see if it's true? Like, just to see? I mean
we're not trying to be boyfriends or anything, but we can see if what they
say is true. Like an experiment."
 I was really liking where this was going. The feel of his cock in my hand
- velvet-soft skin over steel-hard shaft - and the promise of how that same
cock was going to feel when it was engulfed by my mouth, had me so turned
on I thought I might faint. It was time.
 "An experiment," I whispered, licking my lips and smelling his arousal as
I inhaled and leaned in. " Yeah, let's experiment."
 I broke off our eye contact as I went down. I had planned to tease his
cock with some licks, but as I got near I simply opened wide and took him
all the way in - I was hungry for that cock like I had never been hungry
for anything. I was surprised at how hot it felt on my tongue. He tasted
good - a little like sweat, a little like cum, a lot like sex - a flavor I
had wanted to sample for so long - and now I had a mouthful. I started
moving on him right away and loved hearing him moan and feeling his boner
throb in my mouth as I bobbed up and down on it. I went a little deeper
each time and was soon taking him in completely. My nose was buried in his
curly pubes and the musk was dizzying. I found that I could fully swallow
his thick cock and any worries I had about gagging were needless - it
seemed I was a natural deep-throater. I was instantly and overly proud of
myself for something I never dreamed I would be: sucking cock!
 Phil's reached over, gripping and stroking my straining dick, but as I got
a good mouth and hand rhythm going on him, he left off. Like I said, all
that time waiting and fantasizing about cocksucking had made me a natural.
I felt his hand land on the back of my head and he began thrusting up into
my mouth as he pushed lightly down. I loved the feel of his shaft throbbing
in my wet mouth, and the way the flared head slipped past my lips, over my
tongue, and into my throat, but I wanted to get us both in a more
comfortable position. I lifted off of him, reluctantly letting his cock
slip from my lips and smack wetly against his belly.
 "Since we're doing this," I said, looking at his flushed face, which
showed a combination of confusion, vulnerability, and lust, "Don't worry,
I'm not done, but since we're doing this, since I am, uh... "
 Why I was getting nervous now, having just had my buddy's cock in my
mouth, I didn't know. It was stupid. It flashed through my mind that I was
now a confirmed cocksucker. Might as well own it.
 "I liked that," I started again, "sucking your cock, and unless you're
gonna get up and leave right now, I plan on doing it some more."
 "I'm not going anywhere!" he said quickly.
 "Okay, I just want to get in a better position so I can do it right," I
said moving onto the floor to kneel between his legs. We both still had our
pants around our ankles and I should have stopped to take them off, but I
didn't want to wait that long to have his dick back in my mouth. He spread
his legs as best he could.
 "Yeah," he panted, a glazed look in his eyes, "do it right, buddy."
 I went back down, picking up where I'd left off with a solid rhythm, my
hand cupping his balls and my nose touching his curly hairs on the
downstroke. He groaned and I knew he wouldn't last long and that was fine
by me - I was now eager to see him shoot. I wasn't sure if I wanted it in
my mouth, but I very much wanted him to feel the pleasure and to know that
I was the one giving it to him.
 "Getting close, man," he moaned. I picked up my pace to show him that I
was going to take him over the edge. My lips were tingling and his cock
swelled and jerked. His hand was back on my head, guiding me to where he
needed to go, his hips beginning to thrust up, pushing his cock deeper into
my mouth. I stayed right with him as I heard him moaning more now and
breathing hard.
 "I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum! Watch out, man, I'm gonna..." I looked
up at his face, saw the tension there, the near-pain of being right on the
cusp, every nerve firing, an instinctual lust driving him to do what a man
does - spurt his hot, potent seed deep inside. "Here it comes..."
 I took the first shot on my tongue tasting his spunk before swallowing it
down without even thinking. I pulled off him for the second blast so I
could watch as his cock throbbed and pulsed and spurted cum. It splattered
across my lips and cheek as I went back down to take the rest of his load
into my mouth. He grunted and spent himself into me. I wasn't ready to
swallow his entire load - there was quite a lot - so I let  drip out of my
mouth and back onto his cock. I liked the way it looked, all covered in goo
and still hard and twitching a little.
 "How was that?" I asked, all fake innocence, "*Is* it better when a guy
sucks your cock?"
 Phil smiled down at me and I must have made a quite a sight: his
cum-covered cock right in front of my face, his fresh seed still dripping
from my lips.
 "That was great, but we can't be sure yet," he answered, reaching down and
squeezing the last drops of semen form his just-beginning-to-droop cock,
"The experiment isn't complete until we get your feedback too. Plus, a guy
should never be left, um, hanging, so give me a few minutes and let's see
what you think when I return the favor, my friend."

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