Best buddies after a funeralIt was an early Saturday morning, and I was loading up the coffee maker withmy favorite brew while padding around in my boxers and t-shirt. The brightred glow of the sunrise was piercing through the slit in the kitchencurtains as I opened them to take a peek at the day. The phone rang,breaking my trance.”Ray”?”Yeah, who’s this”? I asked.”Hey man” he laughed, “It’s Bill — Billy Bartlet. How are you doing?”Holy shit” I screamed, “this is incredible…”The conversation went on for about 30 minutes doing a very quick catch up.Bill and I had been best friends in school from grade 7 on, and he was theonly friend my mom counted as “one of the family”. By that, she meant thathe could come in the house without knocking, and have sleepovers withoutasking, and would share meals frequently.But after high school, he moved half-way across the country to go to collegeand never returned to our fair city. We kept in touch for the first fewyears, but for whatever reason, our communication stopped. No fights orarguments, just being in different locations I guess. So now, here we were15 years after graduating high school, both of us married. We both had k**sand Bill had brought his young 7 year old son with him and would be stayingfor 3 weeksHe had come back to town because his father had passed away and was hopingwe could get together, and arranged to meet for a drink in the lateafternoon. When I hung up the phone a million memories flooded by mind –all good! Billy and I spent many summers biking, hiking, and swimming,sometimes with other friends, but many times just the two of us. In highschool, he were both on the track team, but we split interests when he wenton the basketball team, and I took part in the school play.When we met at 3, I saw him sitting there looking as good as ever.I walked over, he stood up and we looked at each other for a couple ofminutes, rekindling our souls I think — when he hugged me and I returned thefavor. We hugged tight as if plugging into our last 15 years without eachother, and recharging our friendship.He was trying to stifle a cry, but it didn’t work too well.We sat down, while he spilled his guts about illegal bahis siteleri the last years with his crankyold dad, and now that he was dead he was feeling bad.On and on we went, talking about our dads, our families our wives and k**s.We talked for almost 4 hours, reminiscing about our days of close-friendshipremembering the day one of the older girls in the neighborhood let us fondleher tits while she rubbed our dicks through our pants. Not to mention thefew jo contests we had to see whose cum could spew the furthest.By the end of those 4 hours, we felt like no time had passed. We agreed thatsometime during his stay we would go away for a few days and fish or hike.He’d bring his son, and we’d make it a guy thing. (I had 2 daughters)A about 9 days had passed since the funeral, and Bill and I had talkedevery day since his arrive. It was time for the 3 of us to head to the lake.I had booked a rustic cabin from friend of mine that featured a wood burningstove, couch, double bed and bunk bed.There was one old oak table, with a variety of odd kitchen chairs.The first evening, we arrived fairly late so it was a quick snack, and tobed for Bill’s son Grey. Shortly after Bill and I sat on the front stairsto the cabin, sipping on beers and looking at the stars.He dropped backwards and lay down on the deck saying,”You know, I don’t think I ever had a friend closer than you over all theseyears. It feels good to be back here hanging out with you”.I dropped back joining him. Suddenly we were k**s again looking up at thestars. I looked at his face while he talked. His hair was still thick andblack, and his face had a chiseled look. But his eyes always twinkled whenhe talked to me and his laugh always made me smile. It looked like he kepthis body in tact. So we drank and we talked and soon it was time to go tobed. I took the bottom bunk and he got the bed (as he paid for the cabin)As we started to get undressed for bed, I realized that routines didn’tchange. He slept nude, I slept with my underwear on — (now boxers) I lookedat his nakedness for a moment, looking at his lightly hairy body — thickdark black bush and hairy legs. I always remember youwin giriş his penis being heavy andperfectly shaped.I crawled into bed and tried to get comfortable, when he strutted overtucking his son into bed. This meant that my opened eyes were focused on hisdick while he tucked in the sheets. Without thinking too much about itthere was some dumb game we played during sleep overs. While he held thechain which pull his bedlight on and off, he would ask me to pull the chainand turn the light off. This was code for pulling his penis the same time hepulled the chain and it would seem that his penis did it. It was notnecessarily sexual, but a ritual that would give us a good night giggle.Anyway, I decided to pull his penis and say “turn the lights off”.When I reach over and pulled, his body was startled, but he started to laughand laughed so hard he woke up his son. Grey couldn’t get back to sleep, sohis dad took him outside for pee, and back into bed where he started makingup some story.When he returned, he lifted his k** up on the top bunk, but time put onefoot up on my bed while he started to tell the story.Something triggered in me, and I’m not exactly sure what it was. I wasfeeling like a giddish prankster, but I also had an urge to start playingaround with Bill’s dick.I took a good look at what he had and he really did have a great lookingcock – soft anyway. I thought it was about time that I should see if I couldget it hard. So while I listened to him tell his story,I reached over and started tickling his balls, brushing my fingers throughhis bush and lightly caressing the top of his penis. The challenge would be,could he get through his story?I enjoyed feeling the heavness of his dick and pulled it and stretched it,and endied up in a slow jerk session. I listened to his voice change eithernervously or excitedly when I hit just the right spot. His dick was gettingpretty hard and I was certainly having a blast playing with it.I felt the urge to get closer, to look at his dick head, to smell his bushand his hairy bag so I shuffled out of my sleeping bag and moved in for thekill – he had no idea what was about to happen, canlı bahis but I’m sure he was findingit hard to concentrate on his storyline. I wasn’t listening anymore. Imoved in so my face was directly in front of his penis. I was still holdingon to it, stroking it a little when he started to thrust into my hand. Hewas really getting into it! I had sucked a couple of cocks in college, so itwasn’t new to me, but this circumstance was certainly much different, and itwas a guy I’d known for 15 years.I moved in and gave his dickhead a lick. From up above I heard a “WOOO” andthen a cough. He was deciding if he was going to go through with this Icould tell. After about a minute, he reached down, grasped his penis, andoffered it to me and man did I take it. I dove down on it, swallowing itwhole immediately and gasped a little but in no time flat, we were in a nicerythmn. What I remember most is the scent of his pubes and bag, I was reallyreally attracted to it which was making me crazy for his cock. I bobbed onhis dick, making sure I could swallow it whole,letting his hairs tickle mynose and chin.It took about 10 minutes when I could sense the passion and the paceincrease to orgasm mode. I was prepared and just wanted that thing deep downmy throat, so, I swallowed – his cock and his semen -as it spewed on mytongue and down my throat. How he kept telling that story I’ll never know,but man, things were hot on the bottom bunk. I can’t remember the taste, butdo remember feeling his cock pumping that semen down my throat. It was justfantastic!When he finished cumming, I just kept nursing his dick, letting it soften inmy mouth while I ran my fingers through the dark bush, and enjoyed the sexsmell from his sweaty balls. Man, it was just great. It didn’t feel weird oranything, just natural – my best friend’s cock in my mouth – soundedsensible to me.I continued sucking until he finished his story then let him slip from mylips and back resting comfortably on his bag.He looked down at me with a huge smerk on his face mouthing the words,”Goodnight you cocksucker – that was great”. I nodded my head as a royalservant might to his king and kissed his dick goodnight. The next night,there was another story, but it took a little longer this time. We nevertalked about it, I just sucked him those two nights. Other than that, ourweekend was quite normal – and maybe two best buds sucking cock is prettynormal. I’d like to think so!