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By *ac6969 OP Man
over a year ago
leeds |
Hey, baby," I said, kissing my wife, Carina, and squeezing her ample sexy booty. "Enjoy your girl's night out."
"Hey!" she said, laughing. "Hands off mister!"
"It's time for an inappropriate hug," I said, poker-faced. Then I squeezed the other cheek.
"That's not a hug!"
"Mmmmmm," I said, still squeezing.
Carina repo'd her butt from my hand, then she and Harry's wife Dakota waved goodbye and left through the back door into the garage. I heard the sound of our car's engine starting up. The garage door squeaked up and back down.
Harry came out of the kitchen with two opened IPA beers. He was my best friend since we were little kids poking at anthills with sticks and daring each other to climb further up onto dangerously thin branches at the top of trees. He had grown into a tall slim man with masculine features except for his long shaggy black hair, which tumbled luxuriously below his shoulders, making him look like a rock star or maybe a modern day Jesus. We sat on his leather couch and each took a swig. Buddy the Corgi, being the horny bastard that he is, wagged his stub of a tail and started the festivities by humping Harry's leg.
"The fuck?" Harry said.
"He really likes you. He's making you his bitch."
Harry waved his leg around, trying to shake Buddy off, but that only got Buddy more excited about his best friend at that moment, and he shot his load on Harry's leg.
"Well," Harry said, the sarcasm barely detectable. "That was great."
I laughed and spun the box of tissues across the coffee table to him. "Buddy's getting more tail than me."
Harry wiped off the cum. Perhaps he should have been pissed about it, but he's a pretty chill zen guy. "Seriously? How often do you and Carina fuck?" he asked.
"Lately, not so much. Down to maybe once a week. You?"
"I wish it was that often. Dakota's just not in the mood lately. I've been getting hard all week long, but every time I start touching her and trying to get her turned on, she tells me she's got work to do or some such bullshit. I'm horny all the time. Driving me crazy."
I nodded. "Yeah, feel you on that. I'm horned up all the time too."
We sipped beer in companionable silence, then Harry said, "Whatta you feel like doing tonight?"
"Dunno. Maybe a few rounds of Truth or Dare?"
"Sure."
"So, what do you think your number is now?"
"Number?"
"How many women have you fucked?"
"Counting blowjobs and handjobs, or just fucking fucks?"
"However you keep score."
"Counting blowjobs, but not fingering and handjobs, maybe thirty, forty chicks. Then just the wife since." I took a swig of beer, and decided to up the ante. "So how many men did you have sex with?"
"What?"
"'Zero? One? Ten? ... I'll accept the nearest order of magnitude if you were such a slut you lost track."
"None," he said quickly, but then he got a guilty look on his face and averted his eyes.
"C'mon," I said. "Spit it out."
He played nervously with his long shiny hair. "Well, maybe technically one."
"The fuck you mean, 'technically'?"
"Well, there was this guy on the track team in high school who kind of hit on me once in the locker room after track practice, waiting around until it was just the two of us toweling off after the shower. I thought he was just joking around, but then he bent over and started sucking on me, took me by surprise. Not sure it really counts, though, since it wasn't like I came or anything."
"Are you seriously trying to invoke the Five Second Rule for blowjobs?"
"Well, it was longer than that. I mean, who doesn't like a nice blowjob? But eventually I pushed him off cause I'm not gay. OK, my turn. You ever receive a blowjob from a guy?"
"Nah. Not even your Five Second Rule kind. I mean, I've had a few gay guys offer, squeeze my junk at a party or tell me they'd like to get on their knees and open their mouth for me and lick my pole, stuff like that. You know, cause I'm good looking."
"Sounds more like gay looking."
"You wish." I glanced at Harry's crotch. Hunh. Is he getting a little hard at the thought? "You're blushing, dude. So, if I took out my dick, would you want to get on your knees and suck it like a good little bitch?"
He laughed, playing along. "Not if you call me bitch, big boy. Maybe if you were nice to me and called me 'your sexy girlfriend', I might be persuaded."
I decided to act like he'd just offered the Dare part of Truth or Dare. I stood up from the couch and walked in front of where he was seated, then slowly unzipped my shorts. Since I wasn't wearing any underwear, my stiffening dick sprang free as the zipper slid down. "OK, dare accepted. Would my sexy girlfriend like to suck my cock?"
He looked at me like maybe I was carrying a joke a bit too far. |
