“For some time, now.” Troy agreed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“And miss out on my morning jogging partner?” Troy said. “Hell, who would I talk to if you weren’t around?”
I grinned at that. “That was kind of why I hadn’t told you.” I admitted. “I like being with you, Troy.”
Troy looked at me and I saw the straight man jumping to his usual conclusion.
“Not like that.” I said hastily. “I mean, I can keep my hands to myself.”
I might have gotten away with that if I could have kept my eyes on his face just then. But I didn’t, they wandered down that body and I thought of it lying on my living room floor, and so my eyes dove down to the crotch. I jerked them back up to his face, but the damage was done.
“What about your eyes?”
What I read in Troy’s own eyes then was a desire to be, well, desirable. His wife had cheated on him and then abandoned him. That had to leave a straight man feeling pretty unloveable. “Well, okay, my eyes tend to lose control. You can’t blame a guy for looking, can you?”
“Depends on where he’s looking?” Troy said. “Is he looking here?” he pointed at his face. “Or is he looking here?” And he lifted up his t-shirt to reveal two majestically perky tits atop his generous pecs. “Or is he looking here?” And he gave a tug to his shorts and gave me a look at the very top of his basket, I got the quickest look at the base of the shaft and balls nestled in the pale pubic hair (blond pubes, it still dazzled me, my own pubic hair was near black even though my hair was medium brown!), and then up again. “Or is he looking here?” And he turned his back and another dip of his shorts gave a peek at the top of the cleft of his buttocks. Troy turned on back again. “Where are you looking, Mark?”
“Wherever I can.” I admitted. “Every chance I get. You got me, okay?”
“You want me.”
“Yeah.” I said. “Not bad enough to ruin our friendship for it, but yeah.”
A short pause, then Troy said, “You wouldn’t ruin our friendship.”
I looked into those eyes of his, beautiful blue, hungry for affirmation. “I wouldn’t?”
“No.”
“Then can I see it again? And see more?” I stepped in closer to Troy.
His hand went this time to my shoulder, and I let him push me down onto my knees, or guide me there, for I went willingly enough.
“A nice close look, maybe?” I said.
“Close as you want.”
I didn’t wait to ask anything else, I just reached up and caught the top of his shorts and brought them down his legs. The shorts had a built-in jockstrap of sorts, like swimming trunks do, and so there were no briefs to deal with, just the warm nest of his manhood, the cock sitting there like a proud swan upon its nest, the neck craning the head out to peer at me with its one teary eye. Or was that a moistly kissable mouth in this conceit of mine?
Call it instead my hotdog of desire, for I scarfed it down like the frank sold at any ballpark! And it was just as savory and flavorful with its garnish of male sweat combined with crotch raunch from our morning jog.
“Uh-ugh-guhhh!” Troy gave an expelled breath of appreciation. “Yeah, that’s right.” he urged me with panting arousal. “Come on, really go down on it, all of it.”
“Umm-umm-ummm!” I worked that huge shaft down my throat, I wanted all of it, just like he’d offered, more turned on than I’d been even when I’d had men better looking than Troy, because I’d been seeing Troy every day for years now, we’d been (effectively) dating for two years now, and finally, finally, we were going beyond the half-hour we’d limited ourselves to for so long. I was casting a friendship on the scales of chance here and I knew it, but it wasn’t all my decision, so let the scales balance out and the indicator point where it will, and see which was greater, our friendship or the forces that tear friendship asunder when the friendship takes on flesh and form.
This could be my only time with Troy. I knew that. I didn’t even know where he lived, had no phone number, had no way to reach him. He could change the next morning to a new place to jog, or shift his work-outs to the afternoon, and I would be cut off from him. For this to not be the end instead of the beginning, I had to give him nothing to regret, nothing at all.
So I dove deeper on Troy’s dong, feeling the hot slab of meat as it sizzled on my tongue, broiled down my throat, steamed in my esophagus, and my nose landed in among the pubic hairs, I had driven that long shaft of manhood all the way down, it rested totally within me, and I had it all, every bit, all of it was mine! My hand worked inside my own shorts and found my cock, pumped it in synch with my own motions, as I held his entirety within me, my own hand held my cock-skin pulled back against the base, my glans exposed and seeking hungrily for a hole to hide in and live in and love, and my other hand freed it to search the world as it would.
If I could have stayed like this forever, I would have, with Troy moaning above me and his whanger stuffed down my gullet, but that was impossible, I had to relinquish the length of Troy back to the outer air, had to feel it foaming out of my mouth, my saliva boiling around it, greasing the long dong, now, now, take it back again, recapture it, let Troy feel anew the joy of going down my mouth! And I brought my hand back up my own shaft, the thick covering crumpled over my cockhead, was doused with the sticky venom of my cock-snake, my love-juice smeared over my fingers as I pulled up to the very top, coalesced into a crystalline bead that reached for the ground and joined in the fruition of the soil.
“Ah-hah-ah, huh!” Troy breathed as my face again merged with his pubic forest, as again the throbbing scope of his member pulsed within me. “Gah, ah, shit, uh, man, yeah, God, yeah!”
His hands caught my head and forced me into action, I obeyed their impetus, and had it been anyone but this friend of mine, I might have marveled at the aggressiveness, but Troy wasn’t being harsh with me, he was being overcome by his passion into actions of carelessness for my comfort.
How long had his wife cut him off before she dumped the pain of their pending divorce upon him? Had it been days, or weeks, or months? I only know that Troy was filled to the brim with his tumescence, he groaned with a strength that was both completely male and at the same time, helplessly enthralled to the passion, it must be this that sends the male preying mantis to the larger female, there to die in her embrace, but at that same time, he releases into her the power to bring in a new generation, his body is designed to release its sperm only when his head is bitten off, and so he spreads life in the process of dying, and so did Troy embody manhood even as he was at his most helpless, subject to my lavishment of my tongue and lips upon his body’s sperm-gun. Let the seed be churned into quickness, let the power of life spread through the tubes, let the spark of immortality created by this man’s form be spurted out and into the receptacle, let the receptacle drink of it and be nourished and fertilized by it, let the entire of his body rejoice at the act, let his partner share in that delight, one process of procreation, one joining of joy, one exercise of ecstasy, one body, one life, ONE!
I sensed rather than felt/heard/saw Troy’s climax building, his only sounds remained a virile masculine set of hisses and grunts, and yet in all that, I could detect the budding rapture and know that the bloom was about to burst forth, so let it be, give me the essence of your soul, Troy, my friend, my poor benighted comrade, my betrayed and desolate lover, I will be your strength and your joy, I will be your night and your day, I will be for you, just you and none other, give it to me, Troy, give it to me and I will take it with all the marveling eagerness of a new bride being given her veil so she may enter the church where her beloved awaits.
And Troy did reach his peak, he did finally at the very end raise his voice and pour out his glory to the heavens. “Oh, ah, GAH, UH, GUHN-HUNH, GUH-HNNNNHHH!” and with this outpouring of his soul, he also poured out his semen into my mouth, the strongly salty intensity of the packets of man-juice boiled into me and I nearly strangled upon the heaviness and vigor of this explosion of exultation in ejaculation.
I gulped at the offering and still it was more than I could take, my mouth slobbered and I lost it like any infant just learning to eat the mush in the tiny jars from a spoon, it globbed out and dribbled down my chin and more sprayed in to defeat my efforts to prevent their brothers from getting away. I could only drink what I could and let the rest go!
“AH, GAH, OH, GOD, MAN, OH, MAN, ohman, God, ohman, God, ohmanoh!” Troy babbled as his climax wound down, leaving a ravaged man in its wake. He cupped my face in his sweaty hands, and whether the sweat was from the morning run or from his desire I could not tell.