I finally realized last weekend that my best friend Rick had been flirting with me for some time. Up until then, I had dismissed his jokes and antics as juvenile locker-room behavior. Even though he repeatedly flashed his (kinda big-looking) cock a lot more than necessary when we would shower after running or playing pickleball.

Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised at Rick's attraction to me. I'd already suspected that his longtime marriage to Emily wasn't very sexual anymore. I had also deduced that she and her best friend Jackie were lovers. Maybe Rick wanted to get his pleasure from the same sex too?

Even though I generally liked women, for some reason the realization stirred up powerful sexual feelings in me. My marriage had fallen apart a few months before, just as I'd turned forty. For me, the warm, nearly daily contact of Rick's rekindled friendship had replaced her companionship almost seamlessly. Oddly enough, all of a sudden exploring each other's bodies felt like a natural next step. For almost a week I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Rick. I had no experience with guys and didn't know my way around a man's body (except that there was a grab handle in the front), but I was starting to incubate some ideas about what I wanted to do with him. I wasn't sure how to start though.

It was now Friday evening of what Rick and I were calling “deck weekend,” in which he and I would construct a new deck in his and Emily’s backyard. Emily and Jackie were about to go off on a golfing (and, I now presumed, slit-licking) getaway for two nights, leaving Rick and me to our own, uh, devices.

When I first arrived at their house after work on Friday, always-perky Emily was the only one there. Childbearing has been kind to her body, by the way: despite a relatively small frame, her hips had widened to a curvaceous hourglass shape, her chest had filled out with very supple-looking D-cups, and her short haircut framed a face as clear and cute as ever. I knew I'd never have her - but how could Rick not want to have her every night night of the week? One would ordinarily say Rick was a lucky guy. More truthfully, it was Jackie who was a lucky woman.

Then again, how Emily could not want Rick's thick dick every night of the week was beyond me as well. Suddenly I did.

Emily took my hands in hers and said, "Joe, I just want to tell you once again how grateful Rick and I are that you have come into our lives. He was like a lost little puppy after Candace went off to college. Now he's got some direction in his life, and he seems so much happier. I thought for a long time he needed a friendship like that, but I was starting to wonder if it was too much to hope for."

"Yeah, it's been great. It's been nice for me to have someone to do stuff with and take my mind off the divorce."

Smiling and still holding my hands tightly, she continued. "I hope you two continue exploring your renewed friendship. I always hoped he could have something like I have with Jackie." Did she know that I knew that she and Jackie were lovers? In any event, it sure felt like she was giving me her blessing.

Just then Jackie pulled her rugged little SUV into the driveway. She greeted Emily with the usual hug and peck on the cheek, and helped Emily carry her gear out to the car.

While I’d found Jackie quite attractive when I first moved to town after the divorce, I quickly figured out nothing could ever happen. We enjoyed lots of fun banter, and I appreciated her sarcastic sense of humor, but there was none of the underlying sexual tension at all that would usually be present with a straight woman. It was almost like hanging out with a guy. A guy with tits, maybe. But not tits that I'd ever get my hands on.

Anyway, perceptive Jackie may have sensed what was brewing between Rick and me, because when she got back in her vehicle with Emily, she looked back over the top of the car and shot me a slightly suggestive "I hope you two have fun this weekend," accompanied by a smirk and a wink that Emily couldn't see.

When Rick arrived, we hugged and exchanged European-style pecks on the cheek, much as Emily and Jackie often did - and frankly, as he'd been doing with me for a while. I hadn't thought anything of that before, but now I was starting to.

Still holding his embrace, I said, "this is going to be a great weekend."

"It'll be awesome," he replied, his head turned a bit towards me. The feel of his warm breath on the back of my neck almost solidified my salami. "Nothing but a case of beer, a couple guys, and their tools."

Yet another crack that I would previously have taken as jokey sarcasm, but I now realized was a pattern of actual flirtation. He'd been dropping hints, maybe waiting for me to show some sign of encouragement, but not had the courage to actually make a move.

It was a beautiful summer evening, one of the first really warm nights of the season. We headed to the backyard to eat the takeout I'd picked up on the way over, and talk through our plans for the next day.

After eating, we set some of the uncut joist boards in place so we could envision the deck layout better. By this time I was starting to envision Rick's uncut wood pretty graphically. I still didn't have a real plan to seduce him, but I thought to start with getting us naked. Since we’d gotten a bit sweaty just moving boards around in the backyard, I suggested we take showers.

I showered first, as usual after our morning runs or pickleball games. "Hurry up and get clean, dirty boy," Rick gently encouraged from the other room after a couple of minutes, adding, "The night is still young," with the slightest suggestiveness in his tone.

That did it. "All clean," I declared as I turned off the water. "Any questions?" I asked with a smile, stepping out to towel off in front of him - my dick as hard as granite.

He walked into the bathroom - also now naked and hard as stone. He licked his lips and gulped as we looked at each other - at each other's - for a moment, neither of us speaking.

Rick wasn't much bigger now than when I'd seen him flaccid, but still impressive. I would later learn he was just shy of eight inches. Even at that length, the head was still partly cloaked under the foreskin, richly laced with veins. I was so fascinated and absorbed, taking in the spectacle, that a few moments went by wordlessly.

Maybe the same was true for Rick. He was visually inspecting my raging erection, just as I had encouraged. Finally he swallowed, tilting his head as he gazed. "Uh, actually...yeah, I do have a question. Do you have to use lube when you ... well, you know?"

Well, at least the conversation was finally about our peckers. Good start.

"No, the outside still moves enough." I placed my hand on my hammer, moving the outer skin back and forth slowly to demonstrate.

"Huh. I didn't realize you could do that." He was watching closely. "So you don't rub the head at all, right? Too sensitive?"

"No. I mean yeah, too sensitive." I paused, looking him in the eye. "So...you can work the whole length on yours?"

He nodded, wrapping his hand around his big member and taking a couple of long strokes. The head disappeared behind the foreskin and popped out again. I'm sure my eyes were doing the same thing in their sockets.

"Can I try?" I pleaded, stepping forward. I reached out and took his magnificence in my hand.

Rick nodded, moaning long and low in response.

The big tube of flesh was warm, impossibly soft and tender on the outside. The skin was wrinkly around the end and snug around the shaft. Fascinated, I pulled the skin gently back, marveling at how smoothly it moved along the steely rod within, almost as if it were rolling on bearings. I guess my outer skin was like that too, but he had so much more of it.

His cock-plum fully exposed, I then pulled the foreskin back outward, gently squeezing the crown within it as I did so.

Rick swooned and reached for my manhood, too.

Rick's touch was a bit gentler than I'd felt from women, despite his larger paw. There was something about the way he wrapped that warm man-hand around me, using just the right amount of pressure, pulling the outer skin back just the right amount - not too far, having just my self-demonstration. I wouldn't say he was better at it than my wife was, but there was just something more knowing about the touch of someone who knew exactly how it felt.

We stood there for a couple of minutes, gently and slowly massaging each other's meats. I think we both emitted various grunts and moans of pleasure, but no words were spoken.

Then, as if things couldn’t get more amazing and intimate, he took half a step forward. Our cables connected, triggering an almost electric sensation running through my probe - and deep moans from both of us.

"Joe, are you sure you're okay with this?" Rick stammered. "I don't know if I can stop."

"I can't stop. And I don't want to. Keep doing that."

But he didn't keep doing quite that. Our sensitive cockheads still tingling each other, he pulled his foreskin outward, drawing it over my glans. A wave of pleasure swept over my entire body as his soft skin-sleeve enveloped me. It was almost as warm and embracing, if not as deep, as the velvety softness of a pussy.

My hand replaced his around his supple foreskin. Time seemed to stop while our electrodes were plugged together like that, as I slowly rolled his warm wang-wrapper back and forth along the outside our two inner shafts. Honestly, I'd guess it was only a minute and a half before my pleasure started cresting.

Sensing this, Rick placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. I placed my free hand on his as well, to steady myself as I started filling the space inside his snakeskin with slippery semen. I slowed down my strokes, the added slickness making the docking sensation even more exquisite during my descent. Squeezing my supportive shoulder, Rick rolled his eyes back in his head and spurted his own spooge into the space.

Globs of cum dripped on the bathmat as we stood there in stunned silence, my hand still slowly caressing his heavenly hog.

"Holy shit Joe, I never thought I'd do anything like that," Rick finally said, as an expression that was a cross between realization and guilt spread across his face. Disappointed, I dropped my hand as he turned his back to me, jumping in the shower.

The glowing, after-sex closeness I'd momentarily felt after coming with my best friend was suddenly replaced with a sense of rejection. Was Rick regretting what we just did? Had I misread his intentions and taken things too far? Would this end up being a onetime deal? Even worse, had I just ruined our friendship?

I certainly didn't want to sweep what we'd just done under the bathmat (as it were) and pretend it didn't happen. I had no regrets, and would gladly do it again. Would I get to?

To be continued ...