Many Years Later

The next several years go by seemingly in a flash. I don't know why me and Kate thought our marriage would work. She was definitely more interested in Greta than she was in me, and I think I enjoyed my time with her brother more than my time with her. Unfortunately for me, Jacob began broadening his horizons and ended up falling in love with one of his professors.

Not long after Jacob and I stopped seeing each other, Kate and I agreed that after two years together it was time to get a divorce. So after loosing both my partners within weeks of each other, I decided I needed to start fresh.

I packed my bags and moved halfway across the country. I bought a small coffee shop in a friendly small town in the middle of nowhere and began my new life. But it's funny how life works out, because just as I finally settled into my new life, an old friend walked through the front door.

I stood there in shock as Kyle entered my coffee shop minutes before I was about to close one night. He seemed as equally surprised to see me. After a quick hug I grabbed him some coffee and after closing the doors I sat down at the table with him. I answered his inquiries about how I ended up here, and he too told me a tale of sorrow, which was leading him across country to regain something which was once lost to him.

It was getting late. He asked me if there was a hotel or something where he could stay for the night. I, of course, refused to let my former best friend rent a room at the local inn when I had a perfectly unused guest room at my place he could stay in for absolutely free. After some persuasion, reassuring him that he wasn't putting me in any kind of obligated position, he finally agreed to come back to my place.

He kept thanking me. I felt as though nobody had treated him this nicely for a long time. I showed him to his room, gave him some fresh towels, and told him that if he needed anything else all he had to do was ask.

I left him sitting on his bed. I jumped in the shower threw on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, then went downstairs and grabbed some tea. I heard the upstairs shower turn on. I sat down on the couch and started watching some old movie. Kyle came down, fresh out of the shower. He was just wearing his towel.

"Just like old times?" He said, sitting on the couch next to me.

I smiled and threw a video game into my new gaming console and we played deep into the night. After a long gaming session we sat there in silence for a while. "It's good to see you again." I say to him. He looked at me and it looked like he was going to burst into tears.

"I've missed you so much!" He says as he pulls me into a tight hug. I hug him back and eventually it starts to seem like he's never going to let go, until finally he does. He holds my head in his hands then leans in and gives me a kiss.

I'm kind of shocked at first, but eventually I kiss him back. Our tongues begin to dance within each other's mouths. A long make out session ensues. Eventually we break apart, breathing heavily. He gets up of the couch and holds out his hand. I take it and we walk hand-in-hand up the stairs to the guest bedroom. He removes the towel, revealing his naked body to me, hard dick and all.

Just as the years hadn't changed me much, his body was practically the same as I remember all those years ago, except for a tattoo on the side of his thigh. I remove the restrictions of my own clothes, letting my hard dick spring out from my tented boxers.

We stand there facing each other, admiring each other's naked bodies, our hearts and our hard members pulsating with the extreme desire of what was about to happen. Eventually the gap between us disappears as we press together in a harmonious embrace and begin kissing each other again.

Our torsos rub against each other, making us harder than we have ever been in our lives. We collapse on the bed, him on top of me, and he grinds all his body parts against mine. I can feel the wetness as our hard throbbing dicks rub against each other's, our precum flowing juicier than ever before.

Kyle, breaking free from our tongue twisting kisses, licks, sucks, and kisses his way down my body, paying extra attention to my nipples, before his head finally reaches my leaking shaft. He looks up at me with a twinkle in his eyes, almost begging me to give him permission, and I place one hand on the back of his head and as he opens his mouth I push it over my dick.

He continues to suck my dick, licking up and down my shaft and occasionally working my balls with his mouth and tongue. Not wanting him to have all the fun I reposition us so I too can work his dick and balls with my mouth as he does the same to me. His precum tastes amazing as I work my tongue up and down his shaft, and the slurping I hear from his end confirms he is enjoying my taste as well.

"Dude, you taste so good." I eventually say to him.

"I'm glad you like it," he says. "I'm about to give you a whole lot more." And with that I engulf his twitching member as he shoots his salty but sweet creamy man juice down my throat. I drink almost every drop. "How did you get it to become so sweet?" I ask him.

"Trade secret," he winks at me. Then he gets up and grabs a bottle of lube out of his bag. "Your turn," he says, laying on the bed, lifting his legs into the air, and rubbing some lube on his hole. "I need you inside me now."

I lube up my dick and insert it in his hole. We passionately stare into each other's eyes as my throbbing member works back and forth inside his butt. He moans with pleasure. We each take turns playing with his dick as I continue to move around inside him. I let him know when it's time. "Yes, cum inside me!" He shouts. He tightens his insides around my shaft and I fill him up with my massive load.

I pull out and let our dicks rub together while we make out again. Over the course of the night we cum again numerous times, down each other's throats, up each other's butts, and all over each other's bodies. After a sleepless, sex filled night we end up cuddling in each other's arms, our bodies soaked in each other's cum after a long, edging frot session, and we discuss how much it was known we never wanted to be apart from each other again.