Bryan - My New Friend

I got on the elevator on the first floor at 7:15 a.m. As the doors begin to close, I see the mail cart coming my way. I press and hold the "open doors" button for him. He smiled and said "Thanks. Five please".

I pushed the third floor button for me and the fifth floor button for him. His voice was smooth and his words came easily, without shyness. He's about 30, 5'9" tall, dark hair and a dark mustache. The mustache actually looked great on his face, unlike that of most men I know. I haven't looked close enough yet to pay attention to his eye color, but the eyes are warm and friendly. He looks at me as we ascend, smiles, and I smile back. His photo id says his name is Bryan. The trip is too short for any real discussion but I manage to say "See ya" as I get off.

He nods and says "Take it easy".

As the doors close behind me, I roll my eyes and all sorts of wonderful fantasy flows through my head.

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I didn't see him until a couple days later. He works for a sister company in my building, so he wasn't our mail guy. I got on the elevator at the sixth floor. The elevator stopped at five and he got on there, alone.

"Hi, first floor?" I said and gave him a quick smile. He nodded.

"Yeah, thanks."

He looked at me again. Moments later we arrived at my floor. Wish I could come up with an excuse to ride with him to the first floor. I couldn't so I got off and gave him a quick wave.

Each time I saw him throughout the week, it was coming and going on the elevator. Sometimes I saw him in our mailroom, exchanging our sister company's mail with ours. Sometimes he was taking a large stack of copy paper to the fifth floor.

I wanted to know more about him. Probably wasn't going to happen. We didn't have much in common. I didn't see anything that would bring us to be friends.

I was in the supermarket on a Saturday late afternoon cruising up and down the aisles for dinner. I came into the cereal aisle and there was Bryan.

"Hi." He spoke first.

"Hi. What's for dinner?," I said, jokingly.

He snickered. "Haven't decided yet. How about you?"

"Chicken Parmesan, I think, though cooking for one isn't always the easiest."

"Yeah, I hear that. I've gotten used to it, but that doesn't mean I always like it."

His voice was drawing me in. It was so confident and easy.

"You live nearby? How about coming for dinner? Chicken parm is my best dish."

I was being forward, unlike my usual style, but . . . We continued to walk together through the aisles.

"Sounds nice. Yeah, I do live near by, up off Ridgeview Hill."

"I'm at Ridgeview Summit. I can have dinner ready for 7:30, but why not come over sooner. I could use a hand if you don't mind. Can you come at 6:00?"

"Sure. Looking forward to it."

I gave him my address and phone number. We talked as we finished grocery shopping. I left to finish other errands as well.

A few minutes before six, the doorbell rang. Bryan was dressed in khakis, boots, and a denim shirt, a change from the blue jeans, polo shirt, and sneakers earlier today. He looked and smelled nice, apparently having showered as well. I too had showered and changed into corduroy slacks and a button-down shirt. I asked what he liked for music and turned on the stereo, then got us a beer from the fridge.

We sat together outside on the deck, enjoying the warm sun and clear air. For about a half-hour we got acquainted, listened to the music, and got comfortable with each other. I felt my crotch stirring, as it usually did, as we talked. He was evidently having the same feelings and adjusted his crotch twice. He apologized when I looked at him as he was making the adjustment the second time.

"No sweat. To tell you the truth, you uh . . ."

"Turn you on?"

"Yeah. You have since I saw you for the first time two weeks ago."

"I went home the first day I saw you and thought about you for half the night. Each time I see you at work, I want to stop what I'm doing and spend some time talking with you."

I reached over and took his hand. He took both of mine in his hands. We sat and looked at each other for a few minutes. We stood, went inside, and sat on the sofa. He looked me square in the eyes and kissed me. By the way, his eyes are green, like mine. One hand held my hand and the other went around my shoulder. I too embraced him as we kissed, feeling the warmth and moisture of his lips, and exploring his mouth with my tongue. His breath tasted like mint. His handsome face smiled as we kissed. I couldn't help but smile back, and kissed him over and over.

"You're gorgeous", he said to me as we kissed.

Well, I don't know that I'd use the term gorgeous, but I can hold my own in a crowd of good-looking men. I'm 32, 5' 11" tall, slim, short brown hair and weigh in at my high school weight, 180 lbs.

"Look who's talking about gorgeous", I said as I looked at him.

We sat back, held hands, kicked off our shoes, put our feet up on the coffee table, and wrapped one arm around each other. We kissed again, talked some more, and forgot all about dinner. He stood, took me be the hand, and led me to the middle of the floor where we began to slow dance to the music. I put both my arms around Bryan, looked into his eyes, and kissed him as we danced. His arms held me close. We ignored the few commercials and continued to hold each other and dance. He told me of his fantasies about me and I returned my fantasies about him.

"You've got a hard-on," he said as I let his hand slide across it.

He turned me around, held me from behind, and slid his hand over my slacks, feeling me, making me harder. He kissed my neck.

"You taste so good, bud."

I took his hand again and led him into my bedroom.

"Lay down, let me undress you," I say.

He does. I took off his socks, straddled him and unbuttoned his shirt as I kissed him on his lips, chin, neck, sucked his Adam's apple, and worked down to his chest as I exposed it little by little. I unbuckled his slacks and slowly unzipped them. He had no briefs on underneath and I saw the tip of his cock and then the length of the hard organ as I exposed it and slid his slacks off.

I touched it and stroked it to full hardness. His face told me that he loved the feel of my hands gently stroking him. I lay between his legs and began to lick his cock, slowly moving up and down, from the tip to his balls. I sucked each of his balls, and then both, into my mouth. I licked back up to the tip of his cock, opened my mouth, and slid his cock inside. He let his head drop back as he leaned on his elbows and moaned. The seven-inch length was smooth and tasted as sweet as any cock I've ever had. He closed his eyes and rested against the pillows while I gave him my best effort at pleasing him.

I let his cock slip from my mouth, took off my shirt, slacks, and socks and lay beside him, naked, the heat of our bodies melting together. His scent smelled of fresh soap and light cologne. He reached for my dick as I held his. We fondled each other, kissed, and then moved into the sixty-nine position so that we could both suck each other.

His tongue and lips worked up and down the full length of my 71/2" of flesh. He pulled my foreskin back and licked at the purple knob. Then he opened his lips and went down the entire length of my rigid cock, sliding it in and out of his mouth several times before continuing to lick it from head to balls. He was gentle and talented, eating my dick like he'd done it every day. I did to him what he did to me. We were taking good care of each other, enjoying sucking the other's cock as much as we enjoyed being sucked. Bryan was all that mattered to me, and his pleasure was all that I wanted to fulfill. He was handsome, quiet, mild mannered, and considerate. He obviously enjoyed sucking cock and pleasing his partner. I wonder if he'd had many.

"No, not many really," as if reading my mind. "But I sure do enjoy a man's cock in my mouth. Let's take a break and talk some more."

I lay beside him again, holding him so we could talk about his past a bit. He started.

"I had a buddy in high school that I used to fool around with. Mostly it was getting together to jack off whenever we could. Then one afternoon after school, he taught me about sucking. I've had a hunger for cock ever since. I've had one long relationship in recent years but he's moved out of state. When I started watching you, I was hoping you'd be what I was looking for. By the way, you are."

"Basically, I started out just like you, with a jack off buddy in high school. The first taste of cock I ever had made me know that cock was what I wanted. I even got to fuck him a couple of times, but we loved sucking each other. My college roommate turned out to be the best and longest friend I ever had. Tim and I were together nine years all told. He too moved away a year ago. I haven't had anyone since, until today."

We lay silently for awhile. "I just want to hold you, bud. No need to worry about pleasing me. You already have. I'm glad I met up with you in the store today."

"Yeah, me too. My heart skipped a couple of beats when I saw you. I was happy to hear you are practically my neighbor."

After a while, I moved down between his legs, moved his legs up on to my back, and resumed sucking his now flaccid cock. In no time he was rock hard again, moaning, and letting me service him. He smiled down at me when I looked up into his eyes. He dropped his head backward again, and let a moan escape his throat. In a few more minutes of sucking his stiff fleshy cock, I tasted pre-cum on the head of his cock.

I increased the action on his cock a little, keeping the cock firmly in my mouth. He began to cum so I sucked him deeper into my mouth. I jacked him until his balls were drained of their sweet milky white load, until my mouth was wet with a fresh load of cream.

"How was that?" I asked, really wanting to know.

He didn't answer, except for putting me on my back and laying between my runner's legs, eating my cock for all he was worth, sucking up and down, gently, carefully, hungrily, and with talent equal to few. When he tasted of my pre-cum, he knew I was close. He kept up his steady pace, enjoying the taste of my meat as much as the expectation of a reward. My breathing changed and he was soon jacking a load of spunk equal in volume to his own. He swallowed, some of it dripping out of the corner of his mouth. He licked it up with his tongue.

When I was jacked dry, he lay on top of me and kissed me. He smiled and I returned the smile with great sincerity. His handsome face did not show ego or unkindness.

We talked some more as we lay together. Once again he reached for my cock, fondling it to erection.

"What, you're ready for more?" I asked as he licked up and down my shaft and then sucked it into his moist mouth.

"Yeah, except this time I want to feel you inside me. Do you have any lube?"

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I returned, he took the lube from me and then rubbed it onto my cock. Once I was nice and hard, he spread his legs for me. First, I knelt down, lifted his legs and rimmed his ass, tasting the hot sweet wetness of his puckered hole. My tongue found his sweetspot and licked for several minutes.

I stood, moved his ass to the edge of my bed, and put his legs over my shoulders. I put a little more lube on my cock, and then entered him in one smooth motion.

Once inside him, I left my cock right where it was, deep up inside his ass, to let him get used to it. His asshole was incredibly tight and inviting, and he clenched my cock with his ring of muscle. I slowly withdrew, up to the head, and then slid it back in his ass. I did this a few times to get a rhythm going. He moaned softly as I fucked him, slowly sliding in and out of his tight eager asshole. He clenched and unclenched with the rhythm of a master, making my cock feel the tightness and wetness of his insides. I changed our position slightly, enough that I could lean forward and kiss him while I fucked his ass.

He smiled, moaned, closed his eyes, and told me to fuck him good. I did. For twenty minutes, he and I worked with each other to bring about the most glorious orgasm that I've experienced in six years. I shot deeply inside his hot, wet asshole. His ass sucked my cum, draining me thoroughly. Once spent, I leaned forward and licked it slowly off his skin. He pulled me down on top of him and kissed me warmly, thanking me for the intense good pleasure I gave to his ass.

I looked deep in his eyes. "Can I fuck you?", he asked sincerely. "I don't know if you are into that, but ...".

"There's no way I'd refuse you, man. It's been a while, but I'd love you to fuck me, just like I did to you."

And fuck me he did. Except fuck seems too harsh a word for his ability to fill me with his man muscle. He made sweet love to my ass, much in the way I did to his, only better. His strokes were slow and deep, no pain to be found, even in the initial assault of entry. He knew how to use his cock to please a man. He kissed me as he slid inside me, filling me with his sweet breath and his hard cock at the same time. For nearly twenty minutes, I was the focus of his love making, of his heat, of his kindness. He pulled out of my ass, straddled my torso, and let me jack the cream from his hard dick, into my mouth. He ate some of his load from the edge of my chin. He fell on top of me, smiled brightly, and kissed me again, letting his tongue explore the recesses of my mouth. I held on to him, feeling fulfilled like never before, knowing he was equally content. I didn't have to guess; it was in his eyes.

We finally made a light dinner and returned to my bed a few hours later, where we slept peacefully. We made love again on Sunday morning, in no hurry to get out of bed.

Bryan was a good man and a new friend. I was looking forward to many good times, in and out of bed, with him.

"Yeah, me too," he said. Either his timing was impeccable, or he was a little mystery that I would have to explore. Happy exploring!

written by docnih

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