The Journey Continues...
(3 months later)
“So how long will you be back there?” My friend, now “friend with benefits” looked at me from across the table at our usual lunch spot. His expression a mixture of curiosity and accusation.
I sighed and took a swig of my iced tea. “Don’t start with me KC, I know what you are asking, and I know what you want to say. And no, I have no plans to meet up with him. So you can cool it with the 20 questions.”
Leaning back in the booth, he looked skeptical. “Hey, don’t blame me if you find out yet AGAIN that you guys are not and never were on the same page! I’m just trying to save you the pain and frustration.”
I pretended to focus on my phone, pushing down my growing sense of annoyance. Mostly because he was right. My friend back in my hometown and I had been “sex buddies” for 5 years, and it did not end well. I had learned the hard way what happens when you fall for a bi married guy who sees what you are doing as just a convenient and discreet option for sexual release.
I looked up and glared at him; Ok FIne you want me to promise that we won’t meet up? That is ridiculous he is one of my oldest and closest friends, I am going to see him at some point while I am there.” KC stared at me with that intense blue-eyed stare that always unnerves me. “So… will this meeting be in public or in private?”
Despite my annoyance at the question, I found myself laughing out loud. “KC, why do you care? I know you are not jealous! “ It was a bit puzzling for me. KC and I despite being regular fuck buddies were not a couple in ANY way. We were the textbook definition of ‘friends with benefits’ we hang out, we shag, (... ok we shag a LOT), but both us know the “parameters” of it.
Unlike with my friend back home. I am not and have never been in love with KC. We are just good friends. Who after I , came back from my previous visit back home decided that he was going to help me “get past” my (for lack of a better term) broken heart. And I have to admit that he has been doing a bang-up job of it too. A former adult film star turned day-trader investor he still had had a porn star body of a middle weight body builder and sexual stamina that went on for days. Over the past couple months I had definitely discovered the benefits of having a good friend who really liked having sex on a regular basis.
Looking over at me he let out a long breath; *“Look, You and I are not dating, but I really appreciate our friendship. You’ve been there for me when I was struggling to figure out what I wanted to do in life. Hell, you wrote my resume for LinkedIn! And... it's worth mentioning that you like all the same things in bed that I REALLY like. "
I felt the heat of blushing rise in my cheeks. But couldn't deny the truth of that . After resisting KC's flirting for years i found giving in was something I wish I'd done a LONG time ago . He continued his assessment of my recent disentanglement with my hometown friend: " And I know you were head over heels for the guy for years…” I replied softly ; “Thirty Years”...
KC nodded; “Exactly so I know if he called saying he wanted to hook up, we both know you’d be there in a heartbeat, and we both know how that would go down. He’d go down on you and then be out the door back to his local bi married guys and the Wifey…”
Pointing my finger at him I stopped his little lecture. “KC knock it off, that is a huge mischaracterization of a situation you know little about!” Holding up his hands in mock surrender, he leaned back’ “Ok. Ok, don’t get mad. Just remember how you felt after that little camping trip disaster. I’m just saying that he’s clearly found a guy close by, who he knows from before, and it sounds like they have a LOT in common.”
I found myself nodding because I couldn’t argue with that. My friend had connected with a former work colleague who was in a very similar situation to him AND was interested in the same kinks as he was. So why, in the back of my mind did I keep thinking about something that was NEVER going to happen?
KC Looked at me and smiled. “I know that expression, you’re asking yourself why you can’t just let this go? Aren’t you?” My shoulders sagged as I let out a long exhale. Looking up I smiled and shrugged. “I dunno, KC, it’s just weird, and…. “ I struggled to complete the sentence.
“What does your hometown buddy think? “ KC asked softly. I shrugged again; “He knows, he even keeps saying how sorry he is. Which just makes it worse.” KC leaned in again, “So if this thing with his old work buddy works out for him, how would you feel about it?” I laughed out loud. “You know, that’s the funny bit. I’d be very happy for him. I’ve even been pushing him to make the first move and set something up. And it looks like he did.”
KC smiled his evil “I’m so sexy” smile. “Well then, I know what you need to do next, did I mention I have a surprise for us today?” I looked up at the evil glint in my friends’ eyes, and wondered if he was trying to get my mind off my trip to my hometown tomorrow. He reached over to take the check up to the hostess stand and beckoned me to follow.
Normally our bi-weekly “lunches” were followed by a frantic tangle of arms and legs, as we made out and chaotically removed our clothes once through the door at his place. But today upon arrival at his apartment he just smiled and instructed me to go to the bedroom, undress. Like down on the bed, close my eyes…. And wait.
Doing as I was instructed and lay down on the cool cover sheet on the bed and closed my eyes. and after a few minuutes actually start to relax, I don’t notice the room door opening and closing, but I hear footsteps and the sound of clothes coming off. I hear the sound of him approaching the bed and I feel the bed dip with weight and feel his naked body is over mine in a push-up position" I feel breath on the side of my neck, I and he whispers... "Say the word ..."
I say “Yes..." He lowers his body on top of me as his mouth latches on to and moves all over my neck. kissing, sucking, and (gently) biting as he grinds his body against me. I feel the nerve endings spark as his cock meets mine. We begin to frot hard and fast. I can feel myself almost on the edge when he suddenly stops. I am about to protest when I feel his forefinger against my lips.
“Shh… Don’t worry we haven’t even gotten started.” I then feel one of those cloth airline sleep masks slipped over my eyes and he gently pushes me back down. I feel him straddling me clasping our two hard cocks together. I am expecting to feel the silicone sleeve we use to frot together, but suddenly I feel a different sensation. The feeling of a cool metal coil slipping over both our cocks. Binding them together. Then a second and a third coil
The expression on my face must have given away my apprehension. KC then gently removed the eye mask, and I was greeted by the sight of our two cocks bound together with coils connected to a cord that ran to something that looked like a small car battery. But had a logo of a cock with a lightning bold over it. KC smiled a huge smile; “Ever heard of E-Stim?” He asked.
I had in fact I once watched video on Porn Hub where a guy’s cock was hooked up to a similar device. Sending low level electrical shocks through his cock. The guy in the video came like an out-of-control firehose. I nodded expectantly. He continued; “I have been dying for us to try this baby out! I’m gonna start on the lowest settings and let's see how long we can last!”
We shifted his position and lay down on our sides facing each other. Holding a small remote control with three buttons on it. One green, one yellow and one red. grinning at me like cat who just got ALL the cream... he pushed the green button….
At first, I didn’t really feel anything. Then slowly I felt a tingling sensation building up in my cock. Then suddenly I could feel the vibration of the current going through KC's cock at the same time.- It was like both our cocks were one live wire. The sensation was like every nerve ending in my body had shifted into my cock. Once when I was 13 years old, I was swimming in a pool and accidently swam up against a pulsing water jet, the sensation nearly made me cum on the spot. That was nothing compared to this…
As the electricity flowed through our bound cocks KC leaned in and started kissing me deep. The feeling was overwhelming. It was like our bodies had formed a complete closed circuit. I swear I could feel the electricity in both our tongues. Our hips began to grind in unison as our tongues wrestled with each other. I never thought my cock could get as hard as it was at that moment. Our grinding in unison was picking up speed and rhythm. Our hands grabbed each other's ass and pushed us even closer together. The feeling of electricity coursing through my cock was starting to spread through my legs and we both were beginning to tremble.
That’s when he pushed the yellow button.
I think I lost vision in one eye, as I felt the splash of hot cum against my chest. I then realized we were BOTH coming at the same time. He broke our kiss and his teeth gently bit down on the side of my neck as ribbon after ribbon of cum shot out of both our cocks. The orgasm felt like it went on forever.
Somehow, he managed to hit the off button before one or both of us passed out.
We slipped the coils off our cocks and lay there pressed together in a sticky matt of cum and sweat. “That…” he said, “…was fucking awesome!” I could only nod my agreement as I was still not quite able to speak or move. Rolling on to our backs our still hard cocks pointing skyward.
KC looked over me smiling the most smug smile I think I have ever seen; "Next time we need to see if we can hold off long enough for me to push the RED button!" I replied he clearly was trying to kill us both. Laughing, we got up and made our way to shower. As the hot water cascaded over us we stood with our still hard cocks pressed together. The post orgasm sensitivity now almost unbearable. As we slowly made out in the dark steam filled shower stall.
Later as we toweled off, KC reached over and gave a playful slap on my bare ass. “Look, if you want to meet up with your High School bud, that’s up to you . But know what it is, and what it's NOT. It's not what we just did. We had sex WITH each other. If you guys hook up, know that he's not having sex with YOU. He's getting a dick fix. The fact that the dick is yours isn’t part of it. It’s just geography.”
I reached over and gave his still semi hard cock an gentle squeeze and was rewarded with a slow moan. “I know” I replied. “And it’s not like that. We won’t hook up if I don’t ask him to. He won’t ask me. The only time he ever asked me was that very first time 5 yrs. ago. All the other times it was me asking him and setting everything up. If the ball has to be in HIS court, nothing will happen. It doesn't work that way.” KC looked skeptical.
“Look, I will prove it to you.” I reached for my phone and texted my friend asking if he wanted to “get together” on a particular day that next week that worked for both our schedules. Offering him the option of meeting either at a coffee shop we both knew, or at a restaurant near the hotel where I would be working remotely on that day.
I said in the text, that if he wanted to meet for coffee I would first check out of the hotel and meet him there. The implication being, if he wanted to meet me in the hotel room and play, all he would have to do is ask me to delay checking out and meet him there.
I hit send on the text and we both waited. Watching the three blinking dots indicating he as typing his response. The soft PING! of the messenger app sounding as a message popped up.
“Coffee will be good.”
“See?” I said, “He isn't in a position where he could take the initiative with me. If I don’t set it up and invite him, it simply can't happen.” KC’s expression darkened for a moment; “But he did with his old work buddy.” I shrugged. “Call it confirmation that we both are doing the right thing by going back to being close friends who love each other … but with our clothes ON”.
Suddenly I feel a towel roped around me and I am pulled in tight as our softening cocks suddenly were getting hard again. KC growled in my ear as his mouth began working down the side of my neck: “I’m still gonna keep an eye you both next week”
I laughed and pulled him back to towards the bedroom for round two. All while hoping my old friend back home was doing something equally interesting...
To be Continued...
