Workaday

Me and my buddy Frank, we were jacking off like we do sometimes after work, when we have a couple beers and head back to his place to watch porn. I was stroking my cock and glancing at him stroke his and he smiled at me and I thought: this has become the highlight of my day. Because every day starts to seem the same when you’re an adult, going through the motions of working only to get a few hours to yourself at night, before you have to wake up and do it all over again.

The porn was of two women sucking off a guy. One of them went around to the back of the dude and started licking his ass. Frank kinda sucked in his breath.

“You ever had that done to you?” he said.

“Couple times,” I said. “Never really did much for me.” He said his ex-wife used to do it to him.

“Once in a blue moon. I came like a fuckin fountain every time, almost as soon as her tongue would hit my hole,” he said. I grinned at him, thinking: Frank’s got a great butt. I’d never put the thought into words before, but I’d noticed it. He’s just a regular guy like me, thicker in the middle, but with natural muscles, big legs, and an ass barely contained by his jeans.

“Ever play with it when you’re jacking?” I asked.

“Nah,” Frank said. “Doesn’t really do it for me. A tongue would, though. Any tongue.”

“Bandit’s?” I said. Bandit’s my dog.

“Shut up,” Frank said.

“Linda from HR?”

“At least it would shut her up for a while,” Frank said, and we laughed.

We kept jacking. Something was in the air. I felt ready to pop but I was holding off. He was too. The dudes were taking turns fucking her.

“Want me to lick it?” I said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Frank said. I laughed with him.

“What, you don’t think you could get off with me doing it?” I said.

“Oh I know I could. You’d probably stick your tongue in so deep I’d cum without even touching my cock,” Frank said. We were joking but we weren’t. Never had we gone any further than just jacking off together. We'd never even touched each other. We’d both had jack-off buddies in high school and we knew it didn’t have to mean anything.

“Only if you showered first,” I said. Now the porn guys were DP’ing her. Frank and I never talked about how we both got off on that stuff. MMF threeways. The occasional touch and casual contact between dudes but always with a girl around so it wasn’t too…you know.

“I could,” Frank said.

“What?”

“Take a shower.” He was half smiling but not looking at me. My first instinct was to pass it off, even though I’d started it. I didn’t know if I wanted to lick his ass, not really. Even if it was a nice ass.

But then I said, “Okay.” I mean we’d been jacking off together for months, now. Why not push the boundaries a little?

“Okay what?” he said.

“Go shower,” I said.

“Yeah?” he said. “Then what?” Both of us drawing it out. Neither of us sure that we wanted to go this far.

“Then you’ll bend over and I’ll lick that sweet little ass of yours,” I said, which got a laugh.

“Fuck man,” he said. “It ain’t that little.”

“Don’t I know it,” I said. Frank’s substantial butt was even a regular joke at work.

“You know what people would say,” Frank said, tossing his head back then looking at me.

"That we’re faggots?”

“That’d be the least of it,” he said.

“It’s not like we tell them about our little post-work bonding ritual anyway; what’s one more secret?” I said.

“You sure you won’t get grossed out?” Frank said. I shrugged.

“No. But I’m curious. So wash deep.”

“How deep?” Frank said.

“Stick your fist up there and twirl it around like a washing machine,” I said.

“Fuck off,” he said, laughing.

“The deeper you clean the deeper I’ll lick,” I said.

“You’re a crazy motherfucker, you know that?” Frank said, standing up. The light of the TV cast shadows on his beefy, muscular body. I could see the curves of his ass now. Yeah, I wanted to try this. I’d always loved eating women out. Ever since I’d started fucking it was something I gravitated toward.

“Well you’re as crazy as I am,” I said.

Frank nodded, looking at the porn and stroking himself. “You’re serious about this,” he said.

“Hurry up before I lose my nerve,” I said. Frank shook his head and, grinning, went down the hall to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on; he left the door open.

My heart was racing and I was as turned on as I could remember being in a long time. I grabbed a beer from the fridge to calm my nerves; cracked it open. Then I dipped my head in the hallway and called out: “Want another beer?”

“What?” Frank said. I got closer till I was in the doorway and could see his form behind the shower curtain.

“Beer. You want one?” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.

“How’s it going in there?” I said.

“I’m working on it,” he said. Something came over me. I took another swig of beer and walked toward the shower; pushed back the curtain. There was my buddy, soaking wet with soap running down his hairy chest. He gave me a smirk. “What, you wanna help?”

“Sure, turn around,” I said. Frank shook his head but turned around. Despite that Frank was hairy up front his butt was smooth, and firm as boulders. It really was a great ass. I put my hand on it. Just feeling it made my cock jump. “This okay?”

“Man you’re talking about sticking your tongue up there so yeah, it’s okay,” Frank said. I gave it a slap. “Hey!” he said, laughing.

“Sorry, got carried away,” I said, and I grabbed it tighter, then slipped my fingers into his crack. I pulled his cheeks apart. His ass was hairier in his crack, a line of brush that ringed his hole which was pink and slick.

“Like that?” Frank said.

“Shit man I’m just fooling around,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed about how interested I was. Frank handed me the soap.

“Go ahead and soap me up,” he said. I scrubbed the bar against his crack and hole, then handed it back to him and sunk my hand back between his cheeks. His hole felt alive, it moved and twitched to my touch. I heard him let out his breath. I tapped a finger to his pucker, pressed a little but stopped short of slipping it inside. Then I let go.

Frank turned back to me. He was so hard, hard as I was. One look at each other and we had to laugh.

“This is fuckin nuts,” I said.

“Your idea man,” Frank. “Now let me finish up so you can feast on this ass,” he said, giving his right cheek a wet slap.

I dried off my hand and went back to the living room. There was part of me that wanted out of this, still. But then Frank came back, smelling like soap, wet hair sticking up from his head and half-hard bouncing as he dried off.

“How you want me?” he said.

“All fours I guess. On the floor so you can still watch,” I said, indicating the porn scene that I’d restarted.

“You got it,” Frank said. He started to get down but stopped and looked at me. “Last chance to back out, man.”

“You’re not gonna say anything, right?” I said. Frank leveled his eyes at me. “Sorry man it’s just…never mind. Assume the position,” I said.

“You’re not gonna say anything, right?” he said.

“Of course not man. Sorry.”

“Honest to god I’m not gonna care if you don’t want to do it. I’m not even sure if I want to,” he said.

“Man we’ve come this far. Look at us, we’re both turned on.” Frank took a breath. “C’mon man, spread that ass out.”

“Fuckin hell,” he said, but smiling as he got on all fours on the floor, face to the screen and ass toward me. It looked even better like this, all spread out with his hefty cheeks spread to reveal his furred crack and clean hole. “This good?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, getting on the floor behind him. Clean as he was he still had a smell, but it wasn't bad. I had to get on all fours too to get in the right position. I thought, I’m as close to gay as I’ve ever been. And took a deep breath. “Here goes nothin,” I said, and pushed my face to his butt, giving his hole a cursory lick.

“Ah!” he said, jerking forward like I’d singed him.

“You okay?” I said, putting a hand to his butt. I moved my fingers across his cheeks and let them brush against his hole. He let out his breath.

“Yeah, just not used to it, I guess. Tickles a little.” I leaned forward again and licked around his hole, teasing it and getting him used to the sensation. Then I gave his hole another lap. This time he moaned.

Any hesitation I’d had was gone at that point. He tasted good - familiar, I guess. I licked deeper, really getting my face in there and pushing my tongue inside of him. His groans got louder.

“Fuck man that feels good,” he said. Face-deep in his ass, I didn’t respond. I was hitting my stride, lapping at his hole like a cat to the cream. I went a little deeper each time, until I was really jamming my tongue inside of him. “Fuck yeah,” he said. 

I felt him grab at his dick and begin to stroke as I ate him out, mixing up my technique to lap all around his ass, even up to his lower back and down to his thighs. I was teasing him, holding off the moment until my tongue went back inside of him. When I finally did I went hard and deep and was rewarded with his loudest groan yet.

His cock was totally hard. I started stroking my own dick as I licked him, and soon I could tell we were syncing up our orgasms like we always do when we stroke off together, paying attention to each other and sort of timing it out so we cum at the same time. We’d got really good at that.

“Here, I got an idea,” I said, coming off him. He rose up and stretched out his back.

“What’s that?” he said. I scooched myself between his legs and lay there face-up.

“Sit on my face,” I said.

“Oh damn, you sure?” he said as he lowered his ass onto my tongue.

“Mm-hm,” I said, and was smothered in ass.

“Oh Jesus,” he said. Now this was good, he was jacking himself as I ate him deep. “Yeah man, oh fuck that’s good,” he said as he started to ride my tongue, bouncing on it a little. I moaned to let him know I liked it.

My cock was right there, hard as nails and leaking I’m sure. Still, I wasn’t expecting it when he wrapped his spit-smeared hand on it and started stroking me. Somehow my tongue jabs started matching up with his strokes I could tell we were both getting close. He leaned forward a bit though, which gave me more breathing space and room to tease him with my tongue, but again I didn’t see it coming when I felt the warm wetness of his mouth sliding down my rod.

It just about blew my mind. Never in a million years did I think Frank would be down to suck cock. He wasn’t going super deep - more just exploring the sensation, taking it between his lips and only occasionally down his throat, and getting it wet so he had more lube for stroking me in between licks of my dick.

I’ve always been a quick cummer when it comes to getting head, and a few more passes of his mouth had me ready to blow. I would’ve warned him but, of course, my voice was muffled. I’m sure he knew, though, from my moans, because he stopped sucking and stroked me steadily as I unloaded. The cum was just exploding out of me; I could tell it was a good load.

“Fuck yeah,” he said as he worked the cum out of my balls. I dug my tongue deep the whole while and he started bouncing on my tongue again, then let go of my still-pulsing cock to stroke his own. His moans got higher then his hole clenched around my tongue. He sat hard on my face, burying me in ass, his hole tightening with every shot of cum. Hot sperm landed on my legs, cock, and stomach. He was making noises I didn’t even know he could make. 

With a sigh he came off of me.

“Holy fuck,” he said, standing up. I laid back for a moment, then he held out his hand to hoist me up. A big rope of my jizz had landed smack-dab across his face.

“Whoa, sorry about that,” I said.

“Towel,” he said. We were smiling and laughing as I handed him the towel we always kept on hand for cleaning up.

“Well I feel like a cheap slut,” he said as he cleaned the cum off his face.

“You’re not the one who just had his tongue up someone’s asshole,” I said.

“No I’m the one who had a cock down my throat,” he said.

“Yeah thanks for that,” I said. Frank shrugged.

“Felt right. I always wanted to try it, I guess, if I’m being honest.”

“I guess we both went a little crazy tonight,” I said.

“No regrets, man,” Frank said, tossing the towel on the floor.

“No regrets,” I repeated and we smiled at each other. I thought: this is why I love this guy. I held out my hand to him. He looked at me askew and pushed my hand away, pulling me in for a naked hug. I was covered in cum and it smooshed between us as we pressed close. But when the hug was over we didn’t exactly pull away from each other. I had this urge, out of nowhere, to kiss him. And I felt like maybe he sensed it. But I let it pass. I figured we’d gone far enough for one night.

“I know I need another shower,” he said. “You wanna go first?”

“No you go,” I said. I heard him turn the water on as I wiped myself down. Then I shut off the porn and cleaned up some of the cum off the carpet. I could smell him on me, his ass on my face. I imagined us at the work site tomorrow, the way we’d sometimes glance at each other when nobody else was paying attention. Everybody knew we were close; now we were that much closer. Honestly, it felt great.