Mike and I have been best buds ever since high school. If there was ever a guy I thought I knew as well as myself, Mike was it. I knew right away when we first met in the school gym that we were gonna be best buds. Mike was on the football team and I liked hanging out at the gym; we always seemed to be together and other kids would call us the ape twins cause of our massive size and the fact that we were the first to sport neatly trimmed beards. Mike was 6' 3" and I was a few inches shorter. Definitely a sight to see, lumbering through the hallways.

After school and on weekends we used to go to sports games, car races, the local pool hall…anywhere just to hang out and maybe stir up some trouble. By trouble I mean pussy. And a lot of it. Watching Mike’s hairy body straining and dripping with sweat as we both worked over some pretty young thing always made me extra pumped! He’d always look up and give me his evil grin just before blowing his load, deep inside our flavor-of-the-evening’s abused hole. All that changed when we went our separate ways after graduation, though we still kept in touch periodically over the years.

I don’t know who’s idea it was to take Mike to a strip club for his bachelor party, but there I was, walkin’ in with the rest of the guys with the groom in-tow. The past few days had been mostly a lot of hustling around and being bossed by the wedding planner. But it was good, real good, to see Mike again. I had flown in from the other side of the country just to be his Best Man. I guess nothing had changed; or, as far as I knew anyway.

“Hey, Bill! C’me ‘ere buddy, you’re my Best Man, man! What d’ya think about all this sweet pussy!” Mike wrapped his big arm around my shoulders and pulled me close into him. The music was so loud that he had to lean into me, practically pressing his lips to my ear. I could feel the thick bristles of his bushy moustache and his heated breath. He was already buzzed from the last bar and on his way to a damn good time.

I couldn’t resist returning the favor, “Yeah, bud, the chicks are workin’ it good tonight!” I said as I tweaked his closest nipple. Mike just laughed and gave me a wink through his beer-haze.

Just then a peroxide goddess appeared out of nowhere in high heels and spandex, rubbed her enormous tits against Mike’s hulking body and whispered something through her locked smile. She moved her hand from his thick black beard down to his bulky chest as he leaned over to me again and said, “Save my place, bud, I’m goin’ for a little ride…!”

I smirked and let the “pillar of perfume” lead him somewhere beyond the shadows. We had all chipped in that evening so I was sure that he had enough twenty dollar bills to last him awhile. I leaned against the bar and let the seedy atmosphere soak in. I paid the passing girls no mind as I curiously watched the other happy-but-frustrated guys in the place get teased by the many beautiful babes. They’d rub and graze those straining crotches, knowing in reality that it was only a game for those twenty dollar bills.

More than two hours had passed and all of the guys in our group had long since departed back home to their wives or girlfriends. Mike and I were left behind, both smelling like cheap french whores from the constant rubbing and cock teasing girls. Feeling far from satisfied, we headed for the exit and out into the street lights.

“Gawd, those bitches were fine!” Mike grasped my shoulder again and leaned into me for support as we headed down the sidewalk. “Nothin’ like a room full of hot women to get me all horny and all. That one redhead I would’ve like to have rammed her hole all night!”

Putting my arm around his waist, I replied, “Well in less than 12 hours you’ll be signing up to ram only ONE hole for all eternity, my friend.”

I could see why girls were crazy about him and a lot of guys we knew looked up to him as a stud. His body felt harder and thicker than I remembered; all those years in the army had paid off for him too and it felt good to be so close to my buddy again. We definitely had grown into our beards and filled out to become massive men. There we were, two brawny and beefy guys propping each other up as we walked, consoling each others raging libidos. Mike grew silent and we continued on.

“So, Mike, where exactly did you park?” I asked.

“Dunno,” he replied. We came to a standstill.

“Hey, man, I think I’m feeling too buzzed to drive myself. You mind drivin’ me? I’ll have someone get my car later.”

I agreed and veered us off into the right direction. I opened the passenger door. “Get in, Mike, and watch your head.”

Just then Mike wrapped both of his gorilla arms around me and I could smell the heavy alcohol on his breath. His head plopped on my shoulder. “You know, you’re a great guy, Bill…. thanks for bein’ here buddy…. I really appreciate it…. glad you came back to party with me.”

I chuckled and steadied myself against the car door. “Yeah, sure, Mike. I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

Mike continued to hug me and I swore I heard him moan a little. Carefully I lowered him into the passenger seat and shut the door. This has been an interesting evening, I thought.

Nancy, Mike’s live-in fiancé, had taken over their house with her own bachelorette party, so Mike thought it wise to share a room with me at my hotel, at least for the eve of the wedding. So I had arranged a large room with two queensized beds for us.

I managed to locate my parking spot in the hotel garage and stopped the car. After getting out I went around to Mike’s side. He had dozed off and I was thankful for my obsession with the gym; this made lifting his 270lb frame up and out of the car a little easier! Mike revived suddenly with a jerk and seemed to gain a second wind. “Hey buddy...here so soon! I think it’s time for a beer refresher!”

“Sure, Mike, the night’s young, isn’t it?” I asked and gave a jiggle around his waist as I lurched him into the elevator.

Mike didn’t miss a beat, “Yup. Who knows what kind of trouble we can still get into.”

“Uh huh,” I said, realizing the weight of his hairy arm on my shoulders; I could smell remnants of the bars on him, mixed with his own sweat. He rolled his eyes toward me and gave me a wink.

Mike suggested that we both take showers to wash off the stink of the clubs. I was all for it and he went for some beers in the hotel fridge as I stripped down and showered first. Mike went next. Afterwards, with only bath towels ‘round our waist, we drank our beers and lounged on one of the beds. I reached over to the nightstand and handed Mike a flat bag.

“I was cruising around our old neighborhood today and thought I’d pick up an extra special wedding gift for you…just between us single guys, you know.”

“Let me see,” Mike said.

“Sure, buddy, enjoy it while you can.” I tossed the bag at Mike who immediately ripped it open to find a pile of sleazy beaver magazines. Mike gave a big grin. “Yeah, buddy! This is my kind of gift!” laughing loudly.

He instantly opened one of them and his eyes warmed up. “Fuck, I’m horny!” Mike exclaimed as he tugged his crotch through the terry cloth. He continued to turn the pages.

“Hey, this piece is fuckin’ great,” Mike said as he gestured to a healthy looking brunette.

From the look in his eye and the mound under his towel, I knew he was in the mood to get it on. As we both looked at the cock-filled pussies, I was getting pretty horny myself. We were both laying on our sides, face-to-face, glowering over the snatch parade.

“Bill, you ever think of doin’ it with another guy?” he asked, without looking up.

When we were young and curious teenagers, we did a couple of circle jerks with some neighborhood boys, but nothing like that since then. It had always been about women. I was surprised and excited; not only by his question but also the tone in his voice. Mike really wanted it and suddenly, so did I. Before I could answer, Mike placed his large hand in between my legs and squeezed firmly.

“You like that?” he asked with an evil grin. My cock sprang to life and I knew I had wanted this, deep down.

“Hey, bud, feels really good,” I replied, as he slowly kneaded my growing cock. Waves of excitement started to rise up through my abdomen.

“Looks like you could use some help yourself,” I said as Mike moved his legs apart, revealing his throbbing seven-inch dick as the towel fell open. I had forgotten just how thick it was; the foreskin had begun to retract from the already glistening head.

Without hesitating I decided to take an aggressive lead with him. Also removing my towel I got on my hands and knees and positioned my mouth over his cock. I bent down and took his huge fuckmuscle in my mouth. Mike groaned as my mouth went up and down on his hot, stiff fucktool. He threw his head back and opened his mouth, pumping and fucking my cock-hungry face. Saliva dripped down my beard as I stroked his love-muscle right down to his soft, black pubic hair.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he gasped. “Buddy, you really know how to give great head.”

I continued to deep-throat his fucktool, eager to make up for all the years we could’ve been drilling each other, instead of just pussy. Slowly I began to pick up the pace, momentarily running my tongue underneath and around his foreskin-wrapped head as I’d dive back into my steady rhythm again. Mike began pumping his hips in a fast and eager motion.

“Oh, oh, oh. Take it, suck my big, fat cock.”

I worked my hands under his warm, furry buttcheeks and pulled his tool deeper into my mouth.

“Mmm,mmm,” I groaned.

With my right hand I grabbed and fondled Mike’s low-hanging nuts. I dug the way his hot balls felt in my hand. Warm, soft and firm. With enough saliva on his fucktool I let my right hand take over by fisting his dick as I got on my stomach and lowered my lips to Mike’s aching ball-sac. I began tickling and teasing with my tongue, encircling his sac and then suddenly slurping them up into my eager mouth. At this point, Mike went crazy.

“Oh fuckin’ shit, man,” he yelled. “Yes, yes, yes. Lick ‘em good. C’mon, Bill, suck my big hot balls.”

In one swift move I got up on my knees and grabbed Mike’s meaty legs, lifting them up into the air. I went back down between his thighs and shoved my tongue right up his hairy crack. Mike’s legs quivered as my wet tongue explored his puckered hole. Clenching his toes, Mike began to pump the empty air with his feet as my tongue continued further and further up his fucktunnel. His whole body began to shake with pleasure as I massaged his hole and balls with my warm, wet tongue. I had become a lust-filled animal, hungry with desire. I couldn’t get enough of his furry ass.

“Fuck me, Bill. C’mon on , fuck that big, hard dick of yours right up my asshole!”

My beer-can cock was straining for attention and that was a command I couldn’t resist. As I kneeled upright, he reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lubricant from a leather bag he had brought with him.

He handed it to me. “Here, buddy, fuck me like you fucked all those bitches in high school. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, so you better pound my ass good!”

Sensations raced through my mind as I grabbed the lube and poured a large amount of the clear, sticky liquid all over my erect cock. I then dribbled a glob of it onto my finger and gently stroked his inviting little asshole. Looming over him I kept massaging and he rested his feet on my shoulders.

“Ahh, that feels sooo good,” he sighed.

Deeper and deeper I inserted my finger into his tight butt. I found his prostate and made slow circles around it. Mike moaned and his cock bounced up and down, drooling precum all over his furry belly.

“Cock, gimme some big, hard cock,” he rasped.

Supporting myself with my hands, I positioned my cockhead to his warmed up manhole and slowly started to push myself in.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah. More…more…fuck me more,” he moaned, spreading his hairy cheeks with his hands and tilting up toward me.

Slowly I began sliding my dick in and out of his fuckhole--my buddy. Staring down at him I remembered all those times I had wanted to fuck him as much as those high school sluts we had enjoyed. Going into him deeper, I made Mike gasp with pleasure as my fuckrod plunged into his hot hole. Mike’s hard fat cock throbbed on his abs, smearing a pool of manjuice that trickled down both sides of his body. His eyes were half-shut and his mouth formed an “O” shape as I continued to hammer his prostate, faster and faster. The sensation of his tight asshole was unbelievable on my shaft. Every time I rammed it in and out he'd grab and release his anus, creating a perfect suction that drove me wild.

Using the head of my swollen dick I played with his greedy asslips. Mike grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down to him. He kissed me, shoving his long, quivering tongue deep inside my mouth. I could taste the beer and I enjoyed the moment. This was far more enjoyable than I ever thought it would be. Finally, we knew we both couldn’t hold back our loads any more.

“I’m gonna cum. Are you ready to go?” I asked.

“Gotta shoot now, buddy. Can’t hold back much more.”

Mike started to massage his cockshaft directly under the head. Instantly he had huge wads of fuckjuice shooting out of his piss-slit, creating streams of cum over his dense chesthair. I, too, was loosing control. I had to blow my load and I had to do it now!

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, man!” I managed to say, just before I shot wads of hot nog deep inside Mike’s ass. Arching my back I dove myself in further as my dick continued to throb with waves of pleasure; my balls continued to pump out jism. Finally, I collapsed on top of Mike, panting for breath, totally spent and satisfied.

Mike held me tight against him as I woke to bands of light, streaking across our naked bodies through the window blinds. The phone had just finished its last ring and I looked over at the clock. Immediately I jumped out of bed and started to dress. We had overslept and very soon the limo would be coming by to take us to the church ceremony. We’d be fine as long as we could dress quickly into our tuxes, pronto!

As I was slipping on my underwear, I looked up and saw Mike watching me. I paused. Then, I gave him a smile and winked. Slowly, he grinned back and scratched one of his large nipples. Yup, things were definitely about to get interesting….

 

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