Almost Like Family Ch. 01

Jeremy shook himself off, gave me a flash of his smile. "Hell yeah man, that's the most important thing! Let's do it!"

The process was a pain in the ass, and we ended up drilling a couple of extra holes in his wall that we'd need to plaster over sometime later. We were tightly together as we worked, enough so that we occasionally rubbed against each other. Skin on skin. His was warm. No, hot. With a slight sheen of sweat from our exertions. That closeness felt... strange. I mean, we ground against each other on the court and all, but this was... felt more... it was closer. The touch of him stayed with me in my mind, like the afterimage when you see a bright light and look away. But we had work to do. Finally, we manhandled the TV and the mounting brackets into the correct position and were able to secure everything.

We stood there. I was quiet. Lost in thought. I decided to break the spell by helping myself to a couple more beers for us out of his fridge. I saw Jeremy rolling his shoulder around. "You okay?" I asked as I handed him a bottle.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry... yeah, just pinched something there at the end. It's fine."

I responded without thinking. "You want me to work on it? I can give a pretty good massage."

Jeremy gave me a short, sneer-laugh. "You're gonna what now?"

Shit. What the hell did I ask that for? That was pretty bold, especially to a man's man like Jeremy. Did it sound like I was creeping on him? Damn. I was just thinking... I mean, I guess I thought....

Rubbing his shoulders. Huh. My thoughts started churning. Part of me, I'm not sure where or why, really perked up at the idea. But... I mean... was that weird? Weird for him? Having a guy, a buddy, rubbing your bare shoulders? Damn. Well, there was no taking it back now, and standing there slack-jawed wasn't going to help matters. I opted to play this through, but to do so breezily to de-escalate.

"Oh... no... it's no big thing. Not some weird professional massage or anything. It's just... something the guys... guys on the team... would do for each other when we pulled things, strained things, while playing. We did it all the time. I bet I can loosen that up for you."

"Umm, well... you don't have to...." Weird. It was almost like there was a touch of... like, fear in his voice.

"Nah, it's cool, happy to do it." I started reaching across him, even before he answered. "It will just take a second." I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, so he was standing facing the other way. I reached out and ran my hand across his bare shoulder. "Let me know if anything hurts."

My hand started working his exposed muscles over. It was... strange. Despite my comments, I really only did this for my wife after she had a bad day. Strange that I had very conspicuously left her out of my explanation. Right from the start, it hit me how... different he felt from her. She was soft, gentle. Pliable. Jeremy was... hard. Not... stiff... so much as his muscles were taut. Strong. Coiled power. And slightly slick with sweat. My wife never sweat. No... men sweat. Sweat was part of our lives. Expected. We sweat together. We did things. Our bodies did things. Men....

Jeremy gave a light grunt, snapping me back. "You okay, bud?" I asked?

There was a... flutter... in his voice. "Yeah, man... it feels good. You've got... um, good hands...." I smiled, loving the physicality of it all. Rubbing. Feeling him. Feeling. Losing myself in the moment. Proud that I could....

Wait. I realized I was getting an... unexpected feeling. In my gut. And that was triggering a hint of an alarm somewhere in the back of my mind. But that's crazy. I was just... helping a bud with his sore muscles. I mean, what was the deal? But at the same time, the thought of... well, you know, the feel of his skin rubbing against mine was... making me... feel connected to him. Close to him. Comfortable. But... uncomfortable....

Uncomfortable? What the fuck?

Why was I getting jittery? Why the butterflies? I mean, it was just.... Wait. Butterflies? But, why would I....

I quickened the pace, trying to be more active than sensual. More... businesslike. I worked both sides of his neck with my hands, probing for knots. Seeking release. Hoping to...

I realized I had unconsciously leaned my head in, my nose nearly touching the nape of his sweaty neck. Close. So very close. I could... breathe him in. Smell... his dusky scent. Uhnnn. It was the smell of... a guy, a man, tinged with fresh sweat. A scent I knew from years of hanging out with the guys. A scent I... fuck. It was... raw. Smelling of power. Strength. Manhood.

Smelling of Jeremy.

I breathed in, deeply. His scent filled me, like whirls of smoke filling a room. It was.... My pulse was.... Fuck.

I realized I had stopped my massage. Shit. How long had I...? Fucking shit... did he hear me, feel me... you know, smell him? Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

I decided to bluster my way out of this. I theatrically pulled my hands away, and chirped out, "There we go! Better?"

Jeremy reached up and lazily rubbed his shoulder, and started turning around. "Yeah. You know, I think so. You did good, man!" His voice had an... unfamiliar timbre to it.

There was a pause between us. And panic started rising inside me. Shit, what had I just done? Had I freaked him out? Why the hell did I do that? I couldn't even look at him.

But then to my utter astonishment, Jeremy looked at me, with an... unreadable look. He gave me a half-smile, and said, "Yeah, that feels great. Mind if I return the favor? I'll show you what I learned."

I had no response. Part of me thrilled to feel his hands on me, part of me starting to freak out about how this whole situation was... well, wrong.

But... Jeremy... didn't seem to think... it was wrong...

I guess he took my lack of an answer as a cue to get started. He pushed me down so I was sitting on the edge of his bed, then clambered behind me. Sitting so I was between his legs. Shit. Was that... strange...? Sitting between a guy's legs like that? His hands mimicked mine, and slid into position on my bare skin.

And started kneading my shoulders.

Unnnnnnnnnnnghmmmmmmm.

Damn... it felt good. Good. Whatever paltry reason I had for objecting evaporated into thin air. His hands were... strong. Digging in deep.

Releasing....

Fuck, it was like I was fucking melting or something. Instinctively, I released a held breath with a low rumble, which suggested that whatever my misgivings, I was liking this quite a bit. It still made me uncomfortable, but I didn't fight it. I didn't... want to fight it.

Jeremy was working both shoulders with his hands. Strong hands. Strong, like him. It felt... good. Relaxing, but in a way that was.... Shit. If I didn't know better, I'd say exciting. But that couldn't be it, right? I mean Jeremy was....

His hands dug deep again, and I let out a louder sound. Totally unplanned. Totally feeling....

His hands were kneading me harder now. Rolling. Probing deep. Meeting my shoulder muscles with his muscled hands. It felt... fucking good. There was just the slightest slickness to my skin, traces of nearly dry work-sweat, and the beginnings of excitement-sweat. His hands were hot. Rough. Fucking strong.

Purposeful.

It was... disorienting. I mean, my wife touched me teasingly. But this was different. A man's touch. Jeremy's touch meant business. Wanting something.

I realized I had started ever-so-slightly leaning back, leaning into him. Oh shit. I froze. I mean, was that... cool? Okay? Would he think I was weird or something? I mean, I couldn't... I shouldn't....

Then I realized something. He had rested his forehead in the crook of my neck, as his hands slid across the bare flesh of my back. I could feel his breath ripple across my sweat-sheened skin, right behind my ear. I swear... I could almost feel the scruff of his beard....

I shivered. It was....

Shit.

It felt good. It felt fucking... good... fucking... goooood.

His hands slid back up. I drew sharp intake of air... I swear I didn't gasp. I swear I didn't....

Jeremy was back to rubbing my shoulders, but... more. His right hand was really digging into me, forcing me forward, so he snaked his left around my chest to brace me. Fuck. Then his right hand was rubbing up my shoulder, almost down toward my chest. Back and forth. Back and forth... fingertips slowly tickling up over and past my collarbone. Deeper. Digging deeper. I leaned back, my right hand brushing against him. Against his thigh. I didn't move it. Shit. Shitshitshit. I was both ashamed of my action and desperately wanting him to keep going. To wake up my skin. To wake up my....

Shit. Holy shit. He was all but rubbing my hairy pecs now, both hands at once. His fingers pushing through, lightly tangled in my short, curly chest hair. I rumbled a sound that could not be mistaken for anything but masculine enjoyment.

Shit. Shit. What was I doing? I should....

His breath against my neck. Breathing through his mouth. Hotly. Against my skin. His hand... oh fuck his hand... his fingertips lightly running the length of my breastbone... and further down. Oh God. OH GAWD.

Oh... shit....

It struck me as... fucking... intimate. No man had ever touched me like that. I felt open. Close to him. Not just physically, but... fuck... emotionally. I was reacting. My body... reacting. On its own. My heart was pounding. He had to be hearing it. I was making sounds with my breathing that...

I realized that Jeremy's right hand was slowly circling my belly. Circling. Fuck. Circling. And going lower with each lazy swirl.

Oh shit. Ohshitohshitohshit. The tingling running up and down my skin was spreading. I could feel it in my balls. It was... holy shit, it was.... FUCK. Without me realizing it, my dick was roaring to life. Straining at my shorts.

Somewhere, somewhere down deep, I could feel a muffled voice of panic starting to rise. A deeply embedded voice, honed by years of conditioning, was screaming at me: What the hell was I doing? What the hell were we doing? Guys don't do this! SHIT! I was reading way too much into this, ruining everything! Betraying our friendship! Of course this didn't mean anything to him, he was normal! I was being wildly inappropriate, and needed to stop this before I freaked him out. Needed to break the spell. Oh God, I was humiliated with the spectacle I making of myself.

Jeremy must have sensed my panic, maybe felt my body stiffen. He abruptly stopped his hand's downward motion, moving back up again, seemingly in all innocence. See? There wasn't anything to it. I was humiliating myself by reading something into my buddy's actions. Stupid, Trevor--stupid, stupid, stupid!

But if part of me was relieved, part of me was... shit, was I... disappointed? Fuck. FUCK. Did I somehow want to blow past all the guardrails of male friendships? Want him to blow past all that? What was I....

And something I had not dared to let myself think of entered my mind: was he into this just as much as I was...? NO! I couldn't take the chance to find out.

Yes. Fuck it, I could.

Before he could pull away any further, I leaned back again. I didn't want to lose contact with his touch. He was close behind me, close enough I could feel his heat. Close enough I could feel...

Oh, fuck.

I could feel him.

His hardness.

Pressed against my ass. Clear as day. Hardness.

He was hard as I was.

It wasn't me misreading, or me misunderstanding. It wasn't me anything... it was us.

I grabbed his right hand with my own, as it lay on my chest. Our fingers entangled. Then, taking his hand in my own, I drove it down again. Down. Down.

Down into my shorts.

Down.

Our finger tips effortlessly slid under my underwear's waistband.

His fingers snaked through my man bush. And fucking grabbed my dick.

And I fucking came alive.

Ohhhhh FUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

I moaned like a bitch in heat, and my entire body shuddered at his touch. I was gushing precum, and I could feel my own wetness as his hand encircled me and started jerking me as well as he could with my clothes on. Oh God. Oh Fucking God. His face was still firmly planted in the crook of my neck, and I could feel his breath right behind my ear. Hot. Ragged. The fucking scruff of his jaw.

Fuck.

Oh God. This was raw. Totally unexpected. And completely natural. God. It was totally wrong. And totally right.

But that was part of the excitement. Jeremy was a guy... he knew what to do. Holy fuck! How many worthless, nervous handjobs had I gotten in my life, from girls who couldn't possibly get what needed to be done? Jeremy was different. God... the pressure. The perfect pressure. The skill of handling a dick. Oh God, there was raw lighting was flashing across my skin. Neither of us giving a flying fuck. Hungry, and made hungrier for this being so completely taboo.

I reached around with my left hand and grabbed his rock-hard cock through his shorts. Treating him to the same electrifying sensations he was giving me. Kneading him. Needing him.

Fuck, his hands worked my fly open, and he roughly pulled my cock and balls out. Freed from the confining fabric, my dick snapped to attention. Smeared with slimy precum. God. His hands. His scruffy beard rubbing relentlessly against my neck. His hot breath. I realized I was pressed hard against his hairy chest. The wiry fur on his pecs was softened by our intermingled sweat.

The air was electric. Something awakening, roaring to life. Sensations I'd never felt before. Excitement, raw excitement... like the first time I ever saw porn when I was a kid. A wild new world opening up for me.

I disentangled myself from Jeremy's arms, got up, and turned around. He looked me in the eye, at first not sure what I was going to do. But he must have read my expression--in a flash, a big, shit-eating grin split his face--he knew I was right there with him. Our hunger feeding on each other.

I reached down and pulled open his shorts... and pulled him out of his underwear.

Fuck.

He was thick, not as thick as me, but a man's dick for sure. Long, like 7? 8? inches at least, with a mushroom head, slick with precum of his own. It was harder than I expected, but at the same time... softer. Hot. Standing tall from a proper, hairy man-bush--he clearly didn't shave, either. It was more... masculine that way. Raw. Untamed. I was more like 6.5 inches myself, but thick... a bull's dick if there ever was one. I grabbed him and started jacking him. Squeezing hard. It felt good. Free. Fucking wild. He started thrusting into my hand as I held him tight. Our eyes burning into each other's gaze.

It was forbidden. And hot as fuck. I can't remember the last time I was that fired up. We stared at each other. Daring each other. Begging each other.

Fuck it. You only live once.

I dropped to my knees in front of him. Hie eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. I roughly pulled his shorts and underwear down past his thighs, then freed them from his hairy legs. He was hard as a rock, inches from my face.

And then... it hit me. I could smell him. My first real blast of man musk. FUUUUUCK.

Sex had always had a specific smell for me, the scent of wet pussy. I knew it well, as eating my wife out was one of my favorite things--and hers. That ripe smell of a woman's natural perfume.

This was entirely different. Funky. Raw. Sharp. Deeply masculine. His smell filled my nose, filled my entire body. OH FUCK. It ripped through me, and my body leaped to embrace it... understanding that scent and what it meant at the most primal level. One man's excitement calling to another, with no translation needed. Shit. I mean, I liked my wife's smell, but this was a whole different ballgame. I NEEDED it, needed his manscent. FUCKING NEEDING IT.

I buried my face in his hairy crotch. Scenting myself. Wanting to breathe him in forever. Nuzzling his balls. Rolling them across my face. Mouthing them.

Then I reared back and fucking swallowed him down. Hard.

Jeremy roared, gripping my head with both hands. His deep baritone urging me on.

I had never sucked a guy, and had no idea about how to give a man a blowjob. But as a man myself, I had sat through enough crappy ones to know what to avoid. You have to actually suck. Hard. Like you mean it. None of those insipid, womanly bobs. Not for my bud. I fucking wrapped my lips around his flared cock head, and fucking sucked him for all I was worth.

Enthusiasm must have counted for something, because Jeremy started making sounds like a madman. "Oh FUCK MAN! SUCK IT! FUCKING SUCK IT! OH GOD YEAH YEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" His hands running wildly around my head. His hips rolling and bucking to meet me. We were as one. Lost in a world of shared masculine power.

I tied to swallow him down as far as I could go. He was too long for me, and I gagged myself. I tried again, but failed again, coming up coughing. I shifted gears, puckering my lips and running them down the length of his shaft to his balls, then back up. I worked the head again, hard and fast, while jacking him with my fist. My spit making him slick. God I was in heaven. So was he. I pulled off, and went after his balls, sucking each on in my mouth and rolling it around with my tongue. Jeremy wasn't even coherent at that point, just making strangled animal sounds. None of the fake womanly moans you get with porn, this was fucking real. Raw-throated. The sound of Men. I went back up and back to his cockhead, sucking hard, sucking fast....

To my surprise, Jeremy stopped me, pulling me off just as I had hit my stride. I looked up at him, confused. "I'm getting too close bud." He reached down and pulled me to my feet. And a sinner's leer snaked across his face. "Mind if I return the favor?"

I responded with a hungry snarl that would have had a woman grabbing for her can of mace: "Show me what you've learned."

He got up, then threw me back on his bed, my legs dangling over the side. He roughly pulled down my shorts and Jockeys, so I was naked as he was. He kneeled between my legs... and his mouth slammed into my crotch.

Oh fuck. OH FUCK OH FUCK OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK

NOTHING could have prepared me for the feel of his mouth as he went down on me. To my knowledge, Jeremy was as unexperienced as I was, but desperate passion made up for any lack of technique. Holy shit--this was the best blowjob of my entire fucking life. The kind that made me mad for all the shitty blowjobs I'd ever received. He went after me with more raw hunger than any woman had ever done--especially my wife. He sucked in my cockhead, rolling his tongue hard around the rim, fast. Flicking the piss slit. Then going down deep. Hard. I bellowed out a string of profanities. Hell, I might have spoken in tongues. He went after me. Hard again and again. And againandagainandagain. Sucking. Wet. Slobbery. Sucking.

He went for my balls, and again it was like a fucking revelation. Girls have no idea what to do with them, but Jeremy sure as fuck did. Perfect pressure, sucking them juuuuust on the edge of pain. Rolling them. He started ticking me with his fingertips, hitting that magic spot just behind my balls. God, I was fucking screaming. My mind on fire.

And then.

One of his fingers dug deeper, going further behind my balls. My entire body convulsed, and I barked out words so blasphemous that somewhere up in Heaven, Jesus wept. Jeremy pulled back slightly, and gave me a wicked look. "You like that?" He said, as he shot another finger back there, into my hairy buttcrack.

"Oh FUUUUCK!" I belted out. He run another finger, and my whole body shook again, like I had been hit with lighting.

He stuck his finger in his mouth, locked me with a terrible glare, and snarled out, "Well what about THIS?"