Remember my buddy B? I’ve been keeping in touch with him, and finally had a chance to finally catch up with him. He had been overseas for a few days on work, and was supposed to be back on Thursday evening. I had it all planned out to meet him for dinner, some drinks and some sex. We’ve already got an understanding that we’d do it with no strings attached. He knows I’m exploring my own sexuality, and he’s happy to be with me.

I think i got a bit ahead of myself because even though I didn’t have confirmation of the arrival of his flight back, I had booked us a room at a hotel where we could spend the night together in private. We messaged each other on our mobile phones, but i think not all my messages actually got through to him when he was overseas. Anyway, I only got word that he’d be landing at 11pm, so i waited, and waited. At midnight only did I get a message from him saying that he’d just arrived, and horror of horrors, his mom was at the airport to pick him up. Thus, he’d be whisked back home and not likely to come back out that night, being as late as it was.

I knew I shouldn’t have harboured any expectations, but I still did, and it got the better of me. I was very disappointed at the no-show of B that night, and just took a shower and went to bed. I lay alone in that hotel room thinking it wasn’t meant to be like this. I figured I had just wasted my effort and money on this preparation and slept with a heavy heart.

The next morning I woke up around 7:30am and was writing B a SMS expressing my disappointment and regret at how things had turned out. Before I sent it out I actually got an incoming SMS from none other than B himself. He told me he wanted to come to the hotel that morning to see me. That got my heart racing again and I called him back immediately and told him where I was.

When he arrived, we didn’t talk much before he gave me the biggest hug and we just embraced each other for a long time. Seemed he missed me as much as I missed him. We were making out and rolled onto the bed. Shirts came off. We’d kiss, sometimes heavily, sometimes light gentle pecks. He’d suck and play with my nipples, then he’d glide his tongue over my chest, up my neck, under my armpits, sending electrifying waves of pleasure I’ve never ever felt before. It was a totally new experience and I did the same back to him, and seeing it had the same effect on him.

It didn’t take too long before pants came off too, and here we were, two guys stark naked, locked in embrace and aroused by each other’s presence. Occasionally he’d give me a blow job, and this time I actually returned the favour and I think he appreciated it. There was once I was lying on my back and he was actually fucking my face even. I managed ok for a novice, and didn’t gag at all.

B brought a surprise, a bottle of something called ‘Rush’ which i figured to be poppers. I have never done any drugs in my life, but he assured me this was safe and non-addictive. We both took a whiff out of the bottle and it felt warm, and gives a light-headed ‘high’ feeling, as if when you’re drunk. It is said poppers make you feel hornier but I wasn’t too sure if it had that effect on me. Maybe I was already horny enough as it is.

We’d hold each other closely, dicks touching each other and grinding our hips together. He’d hold both our dicks together and stroke them simultaneously. We’d touch each other’s body, exploring the feelings we get when different parts of the body is caressed. We’d lie there and stare into each other’s eyes. We’d kiss with our tongues probing each other’s mouth. We’d sometimes talk about how we feel about the situation that we’re in, my sexuality, his emotional state. We were crystal clear on our intents and needs of each other.

I asked him to fuck me in the arse, but he refused. Insisting I wasn’t ready for it. He kept dissuading me saying that it’ll hurt. He wouldn’t even hear of doing the opposite, me penetrating him. After much persuasion, I managed to coax an explanation out of him. For him, doing anal is a very emotionally intimate act, and he was afraid if he did it, he might not be able to control his emotions for me. He’s been hurt too many times and vowed not to let that happen again, and I respect his decision and did not pursue the matter further. In this I realized his sincerity and commitment to making this work out for both of use without compromising our present level of the relationship, that is one that’s purely mutual pleasure and exploration between two close friends.

Well we continued playing with each other and got to caressing and tickling the arse hole and that erotic zone of flesh between your butthole and your ball sac. He even once used his tongue and gave me a lick around my asshole, sending the wave of pleasure all the way up my spine. I lubed up his finger and asked him to stick it in. He did, slowly. I must’ve been really tensed up as he said I was damn tight. Still he managed to get his finger in and it drove me wild. He fingered me and brought me to orgasm. I cummed a huge load on his chest and drenched him. I massaged my cum on his chest and kept kissing him while he stroked himself to orgasm too. We lay next to each other basking in the afterglow for a short while before getting up and took a shower together to clean up.

All in, we were at it for just over 3 hours. I was in no hurry and wanted it to last as long as it could, savouring the companionship and pleasure we were giving each other. It was the best time I’ve had in a long time, and a much welcome experience in discovering how sexy our own bodies are as a whole, especially when sharing it with another person. A far cry from masturbation which is focused on the dick, not that it isn’t fun, just a different sensation.

After we cleaned up, I checked out of the hotel and we had lunch and chatted more about stoic stuff like work and travel. He still had to get back to work after lunch (he had taken half-day leave under the pretense of exhaustion from his overseas work and travel) so we parted ways. I don’t know when will be the next time I’ll see him again, but I hope it won’t be as long as the last gap of 2+ years.