Special Friendship with Brian

We were just slipping out of the inner harbor when the fog enveloped the ferry. It was dusk on that late Spring evening, so the fog hastened the darkness and added an "other worldly" feeling to the approaching night. It was barely warm enough to be out on-deck, but after a long Winter of weekend runs to and from the island confined to the passenger cabin below, the open air was a welcome change. The sudden low scream of the fog horn startled me from my vegetative state and brought Blackie, my traveling companion, to his feet, ears back and on full alert as if he was to be personally responsible for our safe passage to the island.

Age-old wisdom is that having a dog is a great way to pick up women. Yup. Women, men, children, other dogs, it really doesn't matter, they all gravitate toward the big mass of black fur and wagging tail, and eventually realize that there's someone attached to the other end of the leash. They can be outrageous about it too. There was the teenage girl on the dock one day who approached and asked, Can I worship your dog ?" (Too young, throw her back or look for her mother....)

Then there was the guy outside the bakery who saw Blackie tied to a post waiting patiently for my return and said, "My god, he's really well hung !"

I was fast enough for once in my life to make some quick retort about dogs resembling their masters before I grabbed the leash and walked away, not waiting for or wanting a reply.

Tonight the foot traffic on-deck was light, so Blackie eventually settled back down. It was still too early in the season for the onslaught of Summer people, and most of the other passengers were staying inside enjoying the light and the warmth while reading their newspapers or passing the time with their fellow frequent ferry'ers.

He came up from behind us, so I didn't even see him until he was right in front of us. Blackie spied him first and rose again, tail wagging and nose in heavy duty "sniff" mode. I wouldn't have noticed him in a crowd. All in all, he was a pretty ordinary looking thirty-something guy, tall, medium length dark hair, glasses, a pullover hooded sweat shirt without logos, worn jeans and standard issue Topsiders. Obviously a dog lover, he squatted right down and was promptly greeted by a wet dog tongue kiss on the nose.

"What's his name ?"

"Blackie, and he's four years old", I offered, anticipating the usual barrage of questions.

"Great dooOOOOoog." his voice modulated with surprise as Blackie nudged the guy's crotch with his nose.

"Sorry about that. He just wants you to rub behind his ears."

"Yuh, and if people greeted each other the way that dogs did, we'd all be arrested."

Wow, a sense of humor. I was beginning to take some notice. After complying with Blackie's none-too-subtle request for attention, the guy stood up, straightening his jeans and sweat shirt, but not before I had a chance to scope out what the jeans were attempting to cover up. Interesting. I wondered if Blackie's nose poke inspired the package or whether it always looked like that. Time to learn more about this guy.

"Heading out for the weekend ?"

"Yeah, I just took a job as a lifeguard at South Beach this Summer, and I've never even seen the place. I thought I should." he said, extending his hand. "I'm Brian".

"Dan", I countered, returning his firm grip. Hmmm. No wedding ring. Lifeguard. A Summer of Speedo's, bare skin, killer tans. My sexually perverted mind went into overload.

"A lifeguard at South Beach, huh ? Well, you'll certainly get your share of action out there. All the women you could possibly want, or men."

There, the hook was baited. Would he take it ?

"Yeah, well, I hear its a pretty busy place, but I like it like that. It relieves the monotony. 'You from the island ?" he asked, totally ignoring my ploy.

We ended up talking the whole ride about the island, his career (gym teacher), my career (advertising), dogs, summer jobs, regular get-acquainted bull shit. Before I knew it the ferry was docking and we were grabbing our carry on bags as we both got up to leave. Brian asked kind of offhandedly,

"Can you recommend a place to stay ?"

"Wait a minute, you took a lifeguard job on an island you've never seen before and headed out here on a Friday night without a place to stay ?"

"Yup, that's about the size of it."

"Well.... ( I swallowed hard) I do have a spare bedroom or two at my place where you could crash if you'd like. I don't normally invite people I barely know to share my house, but you seem OK, and after all, the dog likes you."

" You're sure it wouldn't be any trouble ?"

At this point, I'm not sure if my intentions were honorable or not. Brian had sidestepped my early attempt to sound him out, and I hadn't tried again. I guess I just figured "what the heck", he seemed like a really nice laid back guy and could be a good friend over time whatever his sexual preference. We grabbed a cab up to the house and Blackie ran up the stairs as if to lead our guest to his room. Fortunately I had once again forgotten and left the hot water heater on from the previous weekend, so I was able to offer Brian the opportunity to freshen up with a hot shower. I grabbed a beer and sat on the back deck. The house was fairly isolated and far enough away from the water and the fog bank to enjoy a starry night. Brian joined me after a bit. No glasses, no bulky sweat shirt, no Topsiders, just a towel.

This was definitely the Clark Kent to Superman type of transformation. What a body! Damp slicked back hair, broad shoulders with big pec's and quarter-sized nipples, all slimming down to a six pack that couldn't hide behind the light dusting of hair. His thighs were mostly covered by the towel (lucky towel !), but what I could see was thick and well-muscled.

"Feel better? How about a beer? Have a seat." all kinda tumbled out of me at once.

Without even waiting for a reply I slipped back into the kitchen, grabbed another beer from the 'fridge and managed to slow my breathing down to a regular pace. He was seated on the steps when I came back out, so I sat next to him and handed him the brew.

"While I was in the shower, I was thinking about what you said earlier about the action on South Beach. Women or men. Were you serious ?"

"Fuck yes, And that was before I got a load of your body. You'll do just fine."

"Thanks, but is the place a gay hangout ?" he asked with some concern.

"No, not particularly, but I swear that at least half the men on this island are bisexual and the other half lie about it, so anything goes with the male population."

"How about you ?" he continued tentatively in a low voice.

"Yea, I guess I fit the profile. Don't get me wrong though, I do like the ladies , but as much as I want the picture book life with the wife, the kids, the picket fence, and the dog, I've been known to really get off on some real animal lust with the right guy on the right occasion."

"Yea, and how about me, could I be the right guy ?"

"Oh yes, big time. "

With that he reached over and grabbed my crotch for an exploratory squeeze. His towel fell away as he turned, and I was treated to the sight of a nice, trimmed 7 inch plus dick on the rise. Actually, I may as well have been looking in a mirror. That was my dick, and boy, did I know how to treat it right. I grabbed him by that throbber and led him back inside and upstairs without another word.

We reached my bedroom and I let go to pull off my polo shirt, but he stopped me. He took over, peeling off my shirt and putting his tongue to my nipples. His skin to my skin. It felt incredible. I sucked in my breath and had to remind myself to exhale. While I couldn't match Brian's overall body size, I had nothing to be ashamed of when my clothes came off. My time at the gym was well-rewarded with a 44 inch chest and 32 inch waist and a manly pelt of dark hair in all the right places. Not bad for a 40 year old. My suits were selected from the "athletic cut" rack at the men's store, but right now I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough. I needed to be NAKED with this stud. While his mouth was working on my chest, his hands continued on down to my jeans. The 501's were unbuttoned and on the floor in a flash and he dove lower, grabbing the head of my dick with his fist to steady it while he started mouthing me from my balls to the flared end of my aching prick.

I grunted something like, "Let me do you too", and we slid onto the bed with me on the upper end of a slow, classic sixty nine. Brian popped my dick right in his mouth and had me seeing stars in no time. I frankly suck at giving head cause I never could overcome my gag reflex, but I squeezed his ample balls tight to one side and began a crotch tour with my tongue that began at his asshole and ran to his piss slit and all the way back down, followed by popping his sensitive, dripping head in and out of my mouth while holding my lips in a rigid "O". I couldn't see what he was doing to my throbbing prick, but the feeling was outrageously wet and wild. I couldn't help but groan out loud. We were both groaning up a storm after several minutes of this oral exercise, but I could see the end coming too quickly. I rolled off after a few more minutes pulling my dripping dick out of his reach while I continued to work on him.

"Oh, fuck man, stop, stop, I'm gonna shoot." he panted.

I backed off to a massaging rub across his six pack abs, working my way up to his broad chest when Brian asked, still breathing hard,

"Got any rubbers ?"

"For you or for me ?"

"Shit, man, I definitely want that dick in my asshole if you've got the latex."

I reached over to the nightstand drawer and pulled out the box of Magnums, tore one open with my teeth and skinned it over my ramrod dick.

"Man, I swear my dick is the twin to yours. Now you're going to feel what it's like to get fucked with your own cock."

I reached back to the drawer for the tube of lube and grabbed a couple of fingers full. Brian's legs drew right up to his still-heaving chest as I ran the lube up his crack and started to work it in his tight hole. I probably should have taken more time to open him up, but the lust overcame me and I started to feed my dick into his ass and lean into him. Just as I popped my dickhead through his rosebud, his legs splayed up straight to the sides in a split and then wrapped around my back. His heel found the crack of my ass and he used it to urge me in further, feeding him more and more of my fat shaft. I knew I had hit bottom when his neck snapped back and he arched his back up with an animal-like growl coming up from the depths of his throat. I just held there, enjoying the tightness, the power and the sight of this gorgeous man impaled on my dick.

He came back down, his chest still heaving with his rapid breathing and his eyes popped open as I finally pulled back to begin my hip dance. His dick had shriveled from the onslaught, but his hands found it and he began a two fisted tug, heating up the bottom of my belly at the same time. I planted my hands on his shoulders, forcing him down into the mattress with his ass raising up higher to meet me. I was getting close. My pace picked up. I was out of control and couldn't slow down for anything. It was like I had this primal need to plant my seed way up his ass tube. One final deep thrust and I fell. I just collapsed onto his chest, my face to his nipples, my dick continuing to jet out a ball-draining load into the latex. My balls ached with the release.

"That was fuckin' incredible", I panted, my mouth still planted in Brian's chest hair. I felt his fists still around his dick at my lower belly, and realized that we weren't done yet. I gathered up my strength and pulled my dick all the way out of his tube in one reverse thrust, prompting a grunt from Brian as I left his hole gaping. Getting up off the bed I hit the nightstand drawer again, grabbing a fresh rubber and the lube again.

"Let me clean up the big guy here, and I'll be right back", I gasped as I threw the clean rubber to Brian, " Why don't you get that fucker ready for me in the meantime."

While cleaning up in the nearby bathroom, I flashed on the image of my naked fuck buddy on the bed and the size of his tool. I had never taken on anyone with a dick the size of my own before. That, combined with the power of those muscular thighs left me in fear for the pounding my own poor asshole would receive. Well, to be forewarned is to be forearmed as the saying goes, or in this case well lubricated. I began to work my own hole and massaged the lube in deep. After a few minutes I figured I was as loose as I was going to be.

The stud puppy was waiting where I left him, now with both of his fists wrapped around his plastic wrapped fully erect pole. Fuck the foreplay, this was too hot. I crawled on the bed, pushed his hands aside, straddled him and sank down on his pole all in one fluid movement. We both screamed. I was immobile for a minute. Thank god for the lube job. I was completely filled with over seven inches of hot dick. At least I was on top where I could control some of the action, or so I thought. Brian, in an equally fluid movement, pulled me down to him and rolled us both over. My head was hanging off the edge of the bed and my legs were bent over like a paper clip.

He rose up and dragged me back by the hips, not giving up an inch of his penetration. The power emanating from him was incredible. We stared each other down. communicating with only guttural grunts and moans as we continued this ageless and prehistoric ritual. He rose up on the bed in pushup position, with only his hands and toes touching the bed and began exercising his throbbing pole in and out of my ass. As he started to pick up speed I raised my legs up around his back and pulled myself to him to limit his thrusting. The action got me instantly hard again, a little detail not lost on Brian, but then there's something about a big dick grinding into your abs that sort of demands attention.

"Doggie style", he grunted, gasping for air.

I let myself drop, disengaging from his dick, he rose up on his knees, and I assumed the position. My cock and balls were hanging free as Brian pushed my legs apart with his knees and positioned his rod at my still-gaping hole. He slid in easily, grabbing my hips to control his entry. I waited until he was all the way in until I consciously contracted my ass, gripping him tightly in my hot hole. He reached under and squeezed my dick really hard, causing my nuts to pull up from the pain and my asshole to release its tight grip. His other hand found my cock as well and soon he was thrusting in with his hips and pulling back with his hands, as if his dick had poked right through me and he was masturbating. I knew that I couldn't take much more of this plug and pull. As I felt my orgasm approaching after a few minutes more, I rose upright, my back to his broad chest, and added my hands to his.

We were both holding on as I shot my second load all over us and the bed. He still hadn't cum, and grabbed me by the shoulders pushing me back down. Leaving his hands there and holding his hips still, he propelled my body back and forth on his dick. I was already lightheaded from having just cum twice , and now I was really seeing stars, impaled like a rag doll on his rod. I swore it got larger then and he actually slowed his thrusts, intending to savor every tingle of his coming orgasm. When it finally hit, he stopped all motion and froze up, I thought for a second he had stopped breathing. Only the throbbing of his pole at my asshole let me know that the latex in my butt was filling with his juices.

We both fell to the bed, knowing what "all fucked out" really meant. We fell asleep there together, sweaty and smelly. I was dreaming of a long, and very hot summer.

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written by norseman