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The day my business partner's wife walked out on him, he was crushed. He started drinking at the office and was soon too shook up to drive. Having a small consulting firm, I rescheduled our appointments and drove him home. He sat silently and stared at the TV for more than an hour. Listlessly ate the steak I had grilled, and then went out onto the patio for what he called a long soak in the hot tub.

Our friendship began over ten years ago, Mark was fresh out of college. I had graduated five years earlier and was struggling as an independent corporate trainer. I had met Mark when one of his college instructors, and a friend of mine, had me in as a guest speaker. Mark was young, fresh, and enthusiastic. We hit it off immediately. After graduation, Mark went out into the real world. When he was unsuccessful in finding a position meeting his needs in the corporate world, he came to me. A few beers, steaks on the grill, and some dreaming started our partnership together.

Over the years, our business had grown to the point where we had a firm of some 25 people. Through that time, we had weathered the ups and downs in our personal lives. I had been married, but lost my wife when she was killed by a drunk driver. Her loss sent me on a six month tail spin. Through it all, Mark was there and it wasn't until he threatened to leave our business that my fog was lifted. I later learned he was bluffing, but felt the only way to get me out in the world was to throw the threat of losing everything at me.

Mark had married about five years ago. He had met his wife at one of our clients. Trisha was an Administrative Assistant with the itch for power. My wife questioned Mark's judgment. I, being too much of a friend, said nothing.

So as their marriage began, so did the trouble. Mark would confide that he felt Trisha was using him, and our company, as a leveraging tool for more power for herself. He was ultimately right. Six months ago, Trisha came to him and said her firm was opening an office in Dallas, and that she had been offered the opportunity to head up the new office. Mark said they had had the biggest fight of their marriage. In the end, she said she couldn't be with a man who didn't support her dreams. The day she left for Dallas she handed him the divorce papers. Mark had been soaking for almost an hour before I decided to check on him. I headed for the patio and picked up the trail of clothing Mark had left behind. Opening the patio door I looked out onto the private patio deck toward the hot tub. Mark was in the tub with his head resting against the back, the tub jets were gently stirring the water. A can of beer sat on the edge of the tub, two more empty cans lay on the patio. I walked over to the tub and spoke to him. He opened his eyes, turned his head and smiled and turned off the jets.

I moved closer to the edge of the tub. Sitting on the side I looked down into the water, from where he sat, he couldn't see where I was looking, but I sat and couldn't keep my eyes off his dick and balls as they floated in the warm water.

One time, during a business trip, we had shared a motel room. It was late; we had had a long day and ended up having a large supper and then picked up a bottle of wine and headed back to the motel room. The lights were out; the only light in the room was the light from the flickering television screen. We had finished most of the bottle of wine we had bought, and sat in our underwear, watching TV with the warm after glow of the wine.

Flipping the channels we ran across the porn channel, and there in front of us, was a woman giving head to two guys. Our conversation turned to sex. In my drunken state, I must have been much less inhibited than normal as I told Mark that for me, giving head was just as great as getting. I continued to babble on and then turned and saw the expression on his face.

"What?" I said unaware of what I had just said.

"You've gone down on a guy before?" he asked softly.

I felt my face suddenly flush with the realization of what I’d said. "Uhh, oh. Well…" I stuttered.

He turned back to look at the screen. We sat silently for several minutes and watched the television. The woman was surrounded by three men now. She was sucking one man off, as the other two fucked her, one up her ass, the other, in her cunt. I had had a hard-on since shortly after we had flipped to this channel. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw Mark reach under the covers of his bed and reach to his crotch. "So," he said quietly as he shut the TV off, "What was it like, giving head?" he turned and looked at me. That night, as I described my adventures, we sat, jerking off, in the dark. As I relived my experiences, he sat quietly, stroking his cock. After about an hour of my talking, he groaned, and came. I looked over and through the dim light saw his head thrown back deep against the pillow, his hand a blur at his waist as he stroked his long cock. Hearing him come, I came, with what had been the most powerful orgasm I had ever had masturbating.

Sitting now, on the edge of his hot tub, those memories came flooding back to me. "I can't leave until I'm sure that you're not going to drown," I said, hoping to tease him out of his depression all the while the image of his dick was centered in my eyes.

He chuckled, nodded and grabbed the side of the tub, but he was still drunk, so I reached down and helped him stand but as he grabbed my arm, he slipped, and ended up pulling me in part way. My shirt and the top of my pants were soaked. As I regained my balance and footing on the patio, he looked up at me. Suddenly, we both started laughing. I stripped off my shirt and pants. My underwear was still dry. I walked back to him as he stood up. I helped him step out of the tub. He thanked me and grinned sheepishly as I reached back and picked up a towel and threw it at him.

He sat down on the large bench and started to dry himself off. I grabbed another towel and did the same. We sat on the bench, each facing the opposite direction. The sun had now set; the deck lights had come on automatically and cast a soft glow on the area. I turned around and saw him rotating his shoulders forward, and back, in an effort to relieve their apparent tightness.

"Do you want a massage, Mark?" I offered. He nodded, but said nothing. I walked into the house and put some soothing environmental music on the stereo and switched on the patio speakers. I walked back out and told him to stand. As he did, I laid one of the big fluffy towels on the bench. I looked up, and came face to face with his large dick. It was still soft, but I could tell that there was a lot of blood flowing to that area. I quickly looked up and said, "Okay, lay down on your stomach."

Over the years I had been to many masseuses and had picked up many of their techniques. As the thought of our conversation years ago came to mind again, I knew I would be adding a few techniques of my own. I started on his scalp and moved my way down his neck, then his arms and back ending at his waist. Then, starting at his feet, I worked my way up. I ended at his buttocks which had a light coating of blonde hair. I massaged the cheeks; thankfully Mark couldn't see my large hard-on which my black boxer briefs covered, or the fact that I was admiring his lean, strong backside. He purred while I stroked his firm ass and hairy legs. When I was finished with his back side, I asked him to turn around.

He hesitated, "Uhm, Ahh,…" he stuttered and I knew why. He had a hard-on which he wasn't quite sure what to do with. "No, I'm fine like this," he finished.

"Mark," I said softly, "It's okay if you have a hard-on. It happens. It's not like I haven't seen a man with a hard-on before. Besides," I added innocently, "I want to work the tension from your whole body, I can't do just the back side."

Sheepishly he turned over but threw an arm over his eyes as if the embarrassment was centered in his forehead. I glanced down at his crotch. I was right, he did have a hard-on. I knew it was about seven inches long, and thick. I glanced down at my own seven-inches--glad he had covered his eyes giving me a chance to reposition my engorged member before I continued. I placed a folded towel under his head as a small pillow and started massaging his head and lifted his arm from across his face. His eyes were closed, but as I began to massage his face his breathing changed and became long and deep. As I worked down his chest I glanced up from time to time to look at his handsome face. In the soft light of the patio the youthful look of Mark was still there.

I started to massage his lower chest and abdomen. Looking down, I could see his raging hard-on twitching with a life all its own. A pearl of pre-cum glistened on the head. I glanced down at my own crotch and saw a dark, wet stain on the front of my boxer briefs. I was in a bad way--I needed to cum--and cum, now. But I knew that I couldn't rush this. I wanted to savor this moment, and end with the event I enjoyed the most.

"You give great massages," he choked out as his dick twitched within inches of my hands.

"Thank you," I sputtered, as I skipped his dick and started working on his legs. Starting at his feet I worked my way up. The soft music continued to fill the night thanks to a multi-disc player. I could tell from Mark’s breathing that he was now totally relaxed. I could tell from Mark’s cock, he was totally aroused. I could tell from his soft moans, that he was totally mine.

As I worked up his legs, the moment, so to speak, was at hand. I leaned in a little as I slowly worked on the side of his hips, and, quite softly, blew a stream of air on his dick. It twitched, but Mark remained silent. I reached under him and started to massage his cheeks again and then slowly worked my way down to his upper thigh. My hands brushed his heavy balls lightly. Slowly, I took my left hand and started massaging his man eggs, while with my right hand; I ran two fingers along the length of his hard-on.

"What are you doing?" he sputtered as soon as he realized that I was openly jerking him off.

"It's okay, Mark. It will help you relax," I whispered, as I stoked his dick more openly. He shrugged his shoulders and watched me through half closed eyes as I moved my hand a little faster on his dick.

I lowered my head to his crotch. I could smell him. It caused my dick to throb. Mark moaned softly. I looked up, and could see him watching me. I slowly raised his dick up and brought my head down lower. The heat of my breath on his dick head caused him groan more loudly. He tightened his butt cheeks causing his dick to inch closer to my mouth. He knew what was going to happen, and he was ready. I opened my mouth wider, and with the tip of my tongue, licked the creamy dick lube from the head.

Mark shuddered and said, "Ohh…" His dick was throbbing in my hand. The first taste of Mark's cock only served to whet my appetite for more. I continued stroking his excited tool while I explored his bulging cock head with my tongue until he groaned and arched his back. I slowly lowered my head, bringing his dick completely in my mouth. Try as I might, it was hard to keep his dick from touching the sides of my mouth until he was all the way in. I started to suck his dick with all my power. Massaging his balls with one hand, and slowly reached between his legs and found his back door. Gently I started to rub the entrance. Mark was moaning loudly now, I knew he was enjoying himself. Slowly, I eased my index finger into his asshole. Mark shuddered and I felt his dick grow in my mouth. He was close. But I knew I wasn't ready for that to happen. I started moving my finger around inside his ass, then, when I thought he was ready; I added another finger, then another.

There I was, on the patio, with my mouth on the dick of my best friend, while he had three of my fingers up his ass. Slowly, I continued to move my fingers in his ass. Mark was moaning and groaning and I could taste the pre-cum flowing from his dick like a faucet. And then I raised my head and let his dick fall from my mouth. The shock of the night air on his wet dick caused Mark to gasp. He looked up. "What's wrong?" he gasped, as my fingers pressed into his prostate.

"Nothing," I said, as my free hand pulled my underwear down. He looked down at my crotch, saw my throbbing dick, and licked his lips. I repositioned myself beside him, my head near his crotch, and his head near my crotch. I turned back and swallowed his huge dick. He moaned. I could feel him turn slightly and then felt his warm breath on my dick. I was in heaven.

I knew he was close to cumming. As I sucked his dick, his hips would thrust toward me. When Mark started cumming, I lost control completely. I wrapped my lips around his spurting dick and drank every sweet drop while the wildest orgasm of my life rocked my body as I pumped the biggest load of my life down Mark's throat. I wanted it to last forever. But of course it didn't.

We laid there in the afterglow of our orgasms--each with a warm, tasty dick in his mouth. I sucked on Mark's dick until it became a shriveled, sticky noodle that slipped noisily from my mouth. We lay there sleepily for a long time. The night air was cool and damp. Chilled, I got up, and held out my hand to Mark. He looked up and took it in his. I led Mark into his bedroom. He collapsed on the bed with his arm across his eyes. Meanwhile I tried my best to ignore his dick which was already getting hard again.

"Thanks for caring about me," he moaned.

The words melted my heart while his big dick caused mine to stir again. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the hair on his chest with my fingertips. "Trisha didn't know what she had in you," I said, hoping to cheer him up.

A half smile crossed his lips and his dick grew even bigger. I moved my hand down his body, inch by maddening inch, until my fingertips were stroking the hot velvet head of his dick. He groaned but made no effort to stop me. I slid up to his body.

When the tip of my penis touched the side of his leg, he lifted his hands off his eyes and looked at my body. His eyes widened as he looked down at my growing cock. "You're the best partner I've ever had.” We both laughed at the double meaning, but it felt good to hear him say it. It told me there was a good chance that he would survive Trisha's leaving.

While I thought about how good Mark's dick would feel in my ass, Mark found the courage to touch my chest and rub my nipples. Gently, he pulled me toward his face, and then we kissed. The moment our lips met, the phone rang. Startled, I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the receiver. I managed a weak hello and was surprised to hear our secretary's voice on the other end.

I felt the weight shift on the bed as Mark leaned toward my crotch. I felt his hot breath hanging over my cock as I listened to our secretary talking on the other end. Mark's actions distracted me from something she had asked. "What…" I said quickly, "what did you say?"

The voice on the other end asked if Mark was there. "Yes," managed to say, "He’s here. But he's pretty shook up. I don't think he'll be in tomorrow." I looked down to see Mark completely swallow my dick. "As a matter of fact, I won't be in either. I don't want to leave him alone at the moment."

I felt something rubbing my ass and looked down to see Mark grinning. He had heard what I said on the phone. I reached over and turned the ringer off on the phone while I hung up. Rolling over I lay on my back and listened to the soft music still being played from the stereo. Mark had crawled between my legs and was busy massaging my balls, sucking my dick, and gently rubbing a finger at the hairy entrance to my asshole.

Mark stopped and crawled up me, his warm, hairy body gently rubbing against mine. He gently got on top of me, our dicks meeting for the first time. I opened my eyes to see Mark smiling above me. Then, his head lowered and our lips met. I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and his shoulder with the other and pulled him tight to me. Our dicks were throbbing between us and I could feel the cool wetness caused by our precum flowing dickheads.

Our lips broke, and he gently whispered, "I want to feel you in me." I could feel him reach to the nightstand drawer. I looked over and saw him pull out a tube of lubricant. I looked back at him and smiled. We shifted positions. He lay back on the bed, while I got between his legs. His dick throbbed in the soft light from the hallway. My dick, which was now lying against his balls, twitched slightly. "Be gentle," he said as he brought his feet closer to his body and raised his butt up. Grabbing the lube, I squeezed some onto the length of my dick and gently smoothed it around. I grabbed the bottle again and squeezed just a little more onto two fingers and reached down to his asshole. I rubbed slowly around the perimeter of his tight, virgin ass. I looked back and saw him looking down at me with such a look of anticipation and contentment. I lifted his hips lightly and grabbed my cock and gently rubbed the large head against his puckered hole. He moaned, slightly and I saw his dick throb and grow visibly thicker.

Slowly I pushed past the opening. He gasped and sucked in some air. "Am I hurting you?" I asked.

He looked down and said, "No," and grabbed his dick. "It feels fucking fantastic!"

I eased more of my dick in his dark hole. Then, some primal urge took over and I slowly started to pull out and then push back in--this time deeper and a little harder. Mark continued to rub his dick as I fucked his ass. Deep moans and sighs filled the air as we were both consumed by our passions. As I got into the rhythm of our sex, I grabbed his dick from his hand and gently started to stroke it. With my other hand, I grabbed the lubricant and squeezed some onto his dick and gently worked it in. I always use lube when I jerk off, and I've learned over the years to be able to prolong my orgasm and I knew I would do the same now.

With my cock deep in Mark's ass I pressed against his prostate while I used both hands to work his cock. Mark threw his head to one side and let out a loud moan. I had found his spot. With the patience of a jeweler, I worked his pleasure spots over and over again. I'm usually slow to cum the second time, and I knew I could hold out for a while longer as I pressed my dick against his inner sweet spot. "Oh, fuck!" Mark yelled in pleasure as I did it again. Mark began panting like a marathon runner, his heavy breaths growing faster with each thrust of my cock deep within him. He threw his arms out wide and grabbed the sides of the bed. "Ohhhmmmmm," I heard escape from his lips. I could feel the pressure building in my balls and knew that it was time to pull out all the stops. I started thrusting harder and deeper into his ass, each time hitting his pleasure spot. Each time I hit, I felt his cock throb. Using only one hand, I continued to stroke his cock, while I worked his chest with the other. Thrust, moan, gasp. And suddenly, I was at the point of no return.

My strokes quickened. Mark moaned and gasped. I could see the veins in his dick pulse and then with one more stroke I pressed my dick against his prostate and held it. Mark’s eyes squeezed shut, his mouth opened and his stomach muscles tightened. I could feel his asshole close tightly around my dick. He came.

Jets of creamy white fluid flew from the top of his dick and hit the wall behind the bed. The next jet hit Mark in the face and open mouth. Another, and then another streaked his golden tan chest with pearly white liquid. I stroked and stroked until there were only the violent spasms remaining.

Releasing his dick, I grabbed both sides of his hips and started slamming into his asshole. And then I was there. Flashing spots danced in front of my eyes as my dick released my torrent of spunk. Four, five, and then six spurts flew deep into my friend’s ass.

As my orgasm slowed and then stopped, breaths came heavily to me. Mark laid his legs flat on the bed and I gently leaned forward to lay on him, my cock slipping unwillingly from his tight hole. I kissed his face. The five-o'clock shadow rubbing at the sensitive flesh of my lips. I licked the cum off his face and then kissed his lips--tasting the cum he had swallowed--his and mine. Between us I could feel the slippery wetness of his cum as our bodies rubbed it into the hair on our chests. "God," he said softly between kisses, "That was the best orgasm I've ever had." He smiled that youthful smile. "I swear each time you hit that spot, it felt like I was cumming," he finished, and then yawned.

It was now past midnight. The music had stopped at some point in time, but had gone unnoticed. With our arms wrapped around each other, we fell asleep in soothing silence.