Glazing My Buddy's Husband Pt. 01

Sir Mix-A-Lot came on the radio in the SUV with the three of us, Teddy, Craig and I returning from the movies.

"I like big butts and I cannot lie," I mumbled, as the two of them were in space in the front of the vehicle seeming spaced out while I blurted the lyrics.

I instantly thought about Craig and the wagon he was dragging, then thought about how valid of a friend I truly was to contemplate his husband being naked.

"I used to love this song when I was married," said a blushing Craig as he looked back at me and smiled.

We ended up singing the lyrics together as we left the theater from being entertained by the latest installments of the series Bad Boys, starring Will Smith and Martin Lawrence. Teddy was driving as we pulled into a burger joint drive thru, then headed home, intent on punishing our meal and having a couple beers to close out the night.

Once we made it to the driveway, I thought about how grateful I was of Teddy, a long time friend from our time in the Navy. He and I served together overseas a decade or so prior, with him getting out shortly after we finished our tour to pursue a degree in architecture, and me staying in, motivated to get rank, and ultimately get paid. I did 11 years and realized I could go no more, so I put in for honorable discharge, but with no plans after the military. Teddy and I somewhat lost touch over the years, but crossed paths just a couple weeks before I would finish, as we saw each other at a grocery store in Virginia Beach.

"Brother, you can come crash with me until you get right," he told me as he was sporting a beard, and dreadlocks down to the middle of his back as he heard of my intentions.

Soon after I checked out of my apartment and moved most items to storage, and others to his four bedroom bungalow in the country where I met Craig, his gray haired, gray bearded, plump husband. I had no clue Teddy was gay, or was even into men for I knew he had three biological children, but I came into their home and got to know Craig, and immediately enjoyed his company.

"Any friend of Teddy's is a friend to me, too," Craig said upon our first meeting, even winking his right eye after that statement.

That sealed the deal for me that Teddy chose a legit partner, and over time, we seemed to gel with ease to where when they'd go on dates, they'd bring me along. On this particular night, we made it home and went inside, with Teddy and I planting ourselves in the living room while Craig brought out three mini tables, setting our food on the surfaces along with utensils, then bringing us each two beers each after. We toasted, ate and became rambunctious as we recalled scenes from the movie, just having a time of jubilance. I just basked in the moment as I really liked Teddy and Craig together as they seemed to compliment each other well; Teddy was black and slender, while Craig was chunky and white. Teddy was maybe 41, while Craig had to have been in his mid to late 50s. They both were masculine, but Craig showed signs of submissiveness more than Teddy in their union. Teddy overall just looked happy, and I figured I could credit Craig entirely.

"Life doesn't get any better," Teddy even blurted after we finished being loud.

We ended up having another beer, just sitting and talking as the night turned rather late and Teddy would hint he was ready for bed. Craig automatically took his cue to clean everything up, tossing all the food wrappers and the bottles before the both of them hugged me and retreated. I would remain on the living room couch for it was Saturday, and Sunday would be a sleep-in kind of day.

"Psst. Get some rest. I'm preparing a brunch for you guys, and having a few of my friends over as well," Craig said minutes later as he came from their bedroom in a dark robe, with his chest hairs exposed. "I'm so glad that Teddy let you come and stay with us. Hakeem, you're really a great guy."

I stood up to hug Craig, and managed to almost place my hands just above his hips without him objecting.

"You're an amazing man yourself," I told Craig as we made eye contact.

"Have a good night," he said with the biggest smile on his face, then walked away, heading into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him as I noticed the television illuminated their room.

I got a glance of that ass while he walked away, seeing the print of his big peach poking through the robe as he didn't have on any garments underneath. I laid back on the couch with that impression stuck in my head for I knew Teddy, a hound dog like me (at least with the women back in the day), would most likely wreck that ass good and put Craig to sleep, and I became jealous because I wanted a piece. I remained on the couch for a bit, and stroked myself not to cum, but just to rub as I contemplated busting a nut. I'd end up getting up, cutting off the television, then heading to the bedroom to shower, and sleep in anticipation of brunch. I couldn't sleep, so I turned on the television in the bedroom, putting it on low volume as I decided on watching the movie, Training Day. I was laying in my boxers, still stroking myself as I became hard and figured to cum and fall asleep. I continued to rub, still entertained by seeing Denzel Washington play his role, then noticed my door would open slowly, and Craig would come through.

"Hey. Can I help you," I asked.

He giggled.

"The better question is, can I help you," he asked me as he walked over to the side of the bed where I was laying.

"Teddy never lasts long, and now he's asleep so I wanna come make sure you're good."

"I'm good? How can you do that," I asked.

He replied by taking off his robe, then climbed onto the bed as he hovered over me, and ended up lying to my right side with all of his big, hairy frame. Craig was a man's man, but with tits that hosted pink nipples, a belly, and a nice ass.

"You been here awhile and never made a pass at me," he asked me as I turned to him.

"You're Teddy's lover, not mine," I said, as in my mind I knew I'd been wanting to "do something" with him for quite some time.

"We can share. Like I said, a friend of Teddy's is a friend of mine," Craig said before he kissed me on the lips.

I laid back and Craig, with the biggest smile on his face, adjusted himself to where he'd go down on me, moving between my legs as we ended up in the middle of the bed. Craig's big frame blocked my view of the television with that sweet ass pointed to the air, that mouth of his impelling me to turn him around and bang him good. I hadn't been with anyone in a while as I was feeling somewhat down living with someone else and being unemployed, but Craig treated me like a king as he gobbled this seven inch, caressing it wholly with his lips while his head twirled around on it.

"You blow my boy like this every night," I asked.

He answered by moaning, and I would resume dirty talk to motivate him more in sucking me off.

"Guess Teddy ain't fucking you right for you to be in this room," I said to him.

"Teddy ain't fucking me at all," he told me. "I haven't felt as much as a vibrator in my ass in five years."

I wanted to change that, I wanted to "fill in" where my boy fell short for reasons that probably made no sense. Craig most likely was only worried about getting dick while I gave it too much thought, and so he stopped blowing me, now looking up at me while stroking with his hand, trying to get me to focus on the moment.

"How you want me," he asked.

"Can you ride," I said to him.

He kept stroking it as he contemplated for a second if he had the flexibility.

"Let's give it a shot," he said, and got on his knees, sitting upright and turning his body around as he wanted to "ride it backwards." I suggested lubricant, but he declined.

"This ass is already. I was thinking about you fucking me when I got Teddy off," he said to me.

Craig wasn't as much of a saint as I thought he was, for he, too, corroborated this act of mistrust to my boy. Teddy let me crash at his place rent free, eat whatever he bought, and use his utilities without batting an eye, yet I committed to this. I wasn't sure if he was just happy I was there, but our friendship was deep enough to where this shouldn't have happened, but here I was, feeling Craig's bud pull against the tip, then him sitting on it completely as once again he blocked the view of the television. He sighed once he had me inside, claiming I was thick, and deeper than any man had been before. I placed his hands on the sides of his hips, seeing all that hairy ass swallow this big, black dick, for he would rest a moment before moving back and forth.

"Ride that joystick," I said to him as he moaned lightly, going left to right, back and forth to get used to it.

His warm entrance was surely tight, but he had no issue sitting on it for that hole was hungry for cock. I smacked his ass once and he would grab the remote to the television to turn up the volume. I smacked it again, and he began riding as the light moans turned into whimpers, and the more I tapped his skin, the harder he rode as he became louder.

"That dick doing you good," I asked.

"Damn good. I've missed getting fucked," he said as he had sounds of delight.

Craig leaned forward and eliminated any thoughts of struggle, with me seeing my own manhood still as a stanchion while being massaged by that pink hole of his. His "lips" protruded as my girth swelled his "box," with him riding as if he was some lot lizard trying to get off a customer. Craig showed his undeniable slut tendencies while bouncing that fat ass on my stick, making all sorts of noises while I felt his walls expand and saw him creaming.

"I think I've already cum three times," Craig mentioned as I wondered if Teddy knew what he was missing.

Craig was hungry for cock more than all the material things his husband provided as I would be a "fill in."

"So it's been five years since someone pounded that ass," I asked Teddy.

"Yes, maybe longer," he said to me.

Teddy stopped riding to catch his breath, but then I pushed down on his lower back as I hinted for him to bend over, and he would, with me now on top as I would give it to him from behind.

"Pull my hair," he told me.

And so I did while ramming this hard dick deep inside his cunt, seeing the waves in his ass, hearing the sounds of our bodies clapping as he got fucked. He had to bury his head into the mattress for he was enjoying it too well, and we added to the count of how many times he'd cum as my cock was drenched in his ejaculate. I kept on knocking his screws loose while he sounded as if he was crying, but instead catching orgasm after orgasm while my sweat dripped on his body.

"Take that dick every night," I asked.

He cried out "yes," and I'd stop to place my right leg at at 90 degree angle, then pummel him even deeper, faster. I wasn't shit for fucking my good friend's bitch, but Craig had it coming, and Teddy unfortunately was "caught slipping" as he seemed to take his lover for granted. I wanted to dig deep into Craig into the sunrise, but my body was ready to fold to climax, and so I'd pull out and stroke my cock with my right hand, dropping my copious amount of cum all over his back as it splattered everywhere. I grunted until I was able to "glaze" him, rubbing it in his skin as if it was lotion.

"I made you cum, baby," he asked as he reached his hand back to stroke my balls. "I could get used to this."

I felt somewhat guilty, but relieved, too, for I wanted to try Craig for some time. He'd climb off the bed and I would fall backwards as he worked me out good. He rinsed off in the shower, then came over to me after drying off to kiss, and let me know that this was something he'd want again and again.

"You have no idea how hungry I am for cock," he told me. "And when Teddy's not around, perhaps you give it to me some more. We can christen every room in this house."

He'd kiss me again before putting on his robe, and strutting out of the room, closing the door behind him. I cut off the television and looked to the ceiling, thinking about what just happened and how good it was, and how dirty we'd done Teddy. At the same time, there was no way I could refrain from playing with him again, and I wouldn't, so I cleared my conscience and fell asleep, knowing that I'd get a round two damn near whenever I felt like it.

To be continued.