My name is Jeremy, Jez for short. I had known Chris all my life, through school and college together, the odd girlfriend, nothing serious, the nearest I had got to losing my virginity, which was now like a millstone round my neck. Most of my friends were married with kids. Even Chris now had a girlfriend. We both trained as painters and decorators. When we were 25, we decided to set up a company together. Many decorating jobs simply can't be done by one person, and we had both turned down contracts as we were unable to do them.
It was late one evening and I was thinking about turning in, when my phone went. I wouldn't have bothered answering it, but if Chris was calling, it must be serious. "Can I come round? I've just had a flaming row with my girl, and it's all over." It was nearly 11pm, but I couldn't refuse a life long buddy. When he arrived, I could see he'd had tears. We sat together on the sofa, with beers as he poured his heart out to me. Seemed it had been brewing for sometime, with his partner saying he was useless in bed, and had found someone who knew how to please a woman. I felt so sorry for him that I put my arm around him and inexplicably gave him a peck on the cheek. He turned to me, and our lips met. We couldn't stop ourselves. A lifetime of subconscious denial came flooding out. We put the beers down, and suddenly we were kissing and ripping each other's tops off. I'd never noticed the down across his chest, or how blue his eyes were. We fell onto the carpet, in a writhing mess and we felt one another's erections through our jeans. Everything in my head told me to stop, but we carried on until we were naked, our bodies rubbing together. The thought that I/we were gay never entered our heads. He rolled over on top of me, pinning me down. He kissed my neck, then my nipples, and on down across my abs to my penis. I lay there as he licked my scrotum and shaft, then swallowed me. It was all too much, I shuddered and blew my load down his throat. I felt that I had to reciprocate. I didn't really know what I was doing, so copied what Chris had done to me. I thought I would find it disgusting, but I was in my element, cradling his balls and half sucking, half wanking until I received his load. We kissed, swapping his cum. Once recovered, we had more beers.
Unable to drive legally, we shared my bed. For the first time in my life, I felt safe and warm, and I slept like a baby. In the morning, we used the bathroom and showered, then kissed and tossed one another. I gave him the choice from my underwear drawer, and found him an old T-shirt and shorts he could work in, that didn't matter if they got paint on them.
We were working on an empty house for a developer, sprucing it up inside and out prior to selling. We stopped at 12.30 for lunch. "I'm sorry about coming round last night." "Not a problem. Good for you to get it off your chest. And what came after would have happened at some point, I loved it" He leaned over and kissed me. A few minutes later, we were naked again and in a sixty nine. This time, we were more in control. Our love making lasted twenty minutes before we both blew our loads. We were working inside, so we didn't bother to dress until we knocked off. We went back to my place, as he had his car there, and I thought he'd go home, but he pleaded to stay another night. I enjoyed the company, so readily agreed. The evening was sent watching shit TV. We couldn't wait to get to bed. There, we made love again. This time, we licked each others holes. I even inserted a finger, but we didn't have full on sex. We both knew it would happen sooner or later. At the weekend, he moved some of his gear in, so at least I didn't have to share my boxers. I also bought a bottle of gel, accepting the inevitable. We celebrated down the pub. Back home, we had a whisky and turned in, kissing and cuddling once more, I whispered that 'd like to try and fuck him. I seen it in porn films, so thought I knew what to do. I turned him over, kissing and licking my way down his back. When I got to his bum, I pulled his cheeks apart and slobbered over his hole. He moaned with pleasure. Then I applied the lube to him, and greased my pole. He lifted his hips slightly, I positioned myself above him, found my target and took his virginity. No one has to tell you how to fuck, it just happens, and right then, I was fucking my best friend. We rolled onto our sides, and I put my arm around him so that I could toss him at the same time. Not the best fuck I was ever going to have in my life. I didn't last very long, but I broke my duck. I had to finish Chris off with my mouth. Sunday morning and we were used to the bathroom, shower, breakfast, bed routine. There, in the half light, he told me that he was falling in love, kissing me and feeling for my cock. "I want it in me again, but I want to see your face and see your cum face. I kissed my way down his body and gave him head, then pushed his legs in the air and rimmed his sweet smelling bud. He held his legs apart while I lubed us, then mounted him missionary, stopping to work my tongue into his mouth, before starting to pump. I managed to last longer this time, stopping and having a breather when I felt I was getting close. We made love for 40 minutes before I came deep inside him, and he blew a load over his chest. I licked some up and fed it to him. We stayed in bed all morning, had lunch, and went back to bed. This time we had another sixty nine and sucked each other to completion.
