The following evening, Ethan showed up around eight. My parents greeted him with friendly hellos, and Mom asked if he'd eaten dinner, because we had plenty of leftovers. Ethan politely declined, keeping his eyes locked with mine the entire time.

"You boys going out somewhere?" Dad asked from his recliner.

"Nah," I hurriedly answered. "We're just gonna hang out here."

Once Ethan and I were in my room, I closed the door but didn't lock it. Ethan often ended up staying over, and Mom usually popped her head in my room to wish us a good night. I knew she would think it strange to find my door locked.

Ethan was in shorts and a tank top. Looking him over, I was relieved his outfit was neither too revealing nor too tight. I wore lightweight sweatpants and a T-shirt, my usual clothes for an evening at home. While Ethan sat in the chair at my desk, I perched on my bed. The silence stretched on until it grew uncomfortable.

"You wanna—" Ethan finally started.

Before he could finish, I blurted, "I'm going out with Lucinda tomorrow night."

He blinked at me for a few seconds. Then a flash of recognition lit up his face. "Lucinda, the girl you work with? The girl you're dying to fuck?"

I merely nodded in reply.

"Hey, man, that's great!" Ethan said. "I'm glad you finally worked up the nerve to ask her."

I stared at him, not bothering to hide my consternation. Wasn't he going to ask why I'd chosen now, of all times, to work up the nerve? Maybe I didn't have to tell him why. Maybe it was obvious that I hoped a new relationship would serve as a barrier between me and my best friend, preventing a repeat of the day before. "So... you're okay with that?" I dared to ask.

Ethan laughed, the way he did whenever I posed a dumb question. "Why wouldn't I be?"

It was irritating, how easily he lobbed a question back at me so that I was the one forced to explain. "I just thought, after what happened yesterday..." My voice trailed off, and I gave a helpless shrug.

Instead of making me feel even more foolish, Ethan stood and came to sit beside me on the bed. "I'm not jealous, if that's what you're asking," he said quietly. I looked down at my hands, unable to meet his eyes. "Justin, I know you're not gay. And I don't expect you to fall madly in love with me just because we fucked. All I want..." Leaning closer, he covered my hand with his. "I just want to make you feel good every once in a while. You're my best friend, and I'm really glad you were my first."

Neither of us pointed out that he was my first, too. That fact remained unspoken, yet it carried a weight of its own in the small space between us. 

"And I hope," Ethan went on, moving his hand to my thigh, "that it won't end up being the only time."

His fingers inched higher, and when they reached my groin, I let out a shaky breath. It took only seconds of him rubbing me through my pants to get me hard. 

"Wait a sec." I stood so I could go lock the door. Turning back to Ethan, I said, "We have to be careful, and we have to be quiet."

"I swear I will," he whispered. 

I regarded him for a long moment, my hand still on the doorknob. Since we'd fucked, I'd spent a lot of time questioning what I would do, and how I would react, if Ethan wanted to fuck me again. I promised myself that I'd refuse; I'd be prepared for his advances, and I'd be able to keep my horniness from getting the best of me.

Now, I realized that was all bullshit. There was an urgency to my stride as I moved to join him on the bed. Before I could settle down next to him, he rose and went to retrieve the jacket he'd draped over the desk chair. I watched him take a small bottle from its pocket.

"Brought lube this time," he informed me with a grin.

I raised an eyebrow. "Pretty damn confident of you to assume you'd have reason to need it tonight."

"Hey, I always hope for the best!" Ethan laughed. 

Back on my bed, we lay side by side, as we had so many times before. Of course, tonight was different. Tonight, I let Ethan rest his hand on my thigh. I let him stroke me through my pants, and as he touched me, I noticed the way his expression grew more intense, his former humor replaced by sheer desire.

And once he'd gotten me almost painfully hard, I lowered my pants and underwear. Just as he had yesterday, Ethan took his time licking and kissing my entire erection. His eager attention readily coaxed forth my precum. At first, I listened for any footsteps out in the hall, but when Ethan finally took me in his mouth, I forgot all about the risk of being discovered.

Gazing down at my friend, I placed my hand on his head as he sucked my cock. When I dared to guide his movements, he readily yielded. Though I was careful not to gag him, the blowjob still turned messy, with spit leaking from Ethan's lips. I found I enjoyed that even more, especially when he stroked me as well. His moans, soft but audible, provided their own pleasurable stimulation. 

It wasn't long before he strove to take me deep. I let out a faint cry at that incredible sensation, my eyes widening as my dick pulsed in his throat. "You've got me close!" I panted.

Ethan blinked back tears while his lips grazed the base of my shaft. The sight of him swallowing my cock proved to be too much. Somehow, I managed not to buck my hips when I came hard. I doubted Ethan tasted those first spurts of semen, but he eventually pulled back a little, and another satisfied moan escaped him as more of my cum flooded his mouth. 

After my climax subsided, I was still trembling a little. Ethan again delighted in licking me clean. Curiosity had once driven me to taste my own semen, and I found I didn't care for it. Needless to say, it was surprising to see the way Ethan craved my cum. 

He lifted my shirt, revealing my flat, toned stomach. I smiled as he planted a trail of kisses along my skin. "Want me to get the lube now?" he whispered.

"We need to wait till my parents are asleep."

Ethan raised his head to look at the clock on my bedside table. "Dude, your parents never come up before eleven, and it's only nine. We've got plenty of time."

Though I didn't refuse, Ethan must have sensed my unease, for he lay down at my side again. His erection was visible as he asked about Lucinda.

"She's sweet," I said, my smile widening when I thought of the dark-haired girl with gorgeous blue eyes. "And super hot."

"I hope you have a great time with her," Ethan said, and I knew he meant it. "And I hope she's even half as good at sucking cock as I am."

That made me burst out laughing. "Fuck you, Ethan!"

"I sure hope so." His voice had again grown low and seductive, and when he reached to stroke my dick, I didn't stop him. "I'll be quiet, I promise."

I kept my clothes on, merely lowering my pants and boxer briefs even farther down my legs. As Ethan stripped out of his shorts, I discovered he was naked underneath. "You certainly were hoping for the best," I teased.

He flashed another playful smile. "And now I'm going to get it." Reaching for the lube, he handed it to me. "But will you loosen up my ass a little first?"

I looked from the bottle back to him. He was now on his hands and knees, with that perfect ass facing me. "With my fingers?" I stupidly asked.

"Unless you've got something else in mind," he said through low laughter.

My nervousness returned as I settled behind my friend. I'd never used lube before, but as soon as I got it on my fingers, and also smeared some over Ethan's hole, I understood it would be a godsend. 

He felt no pain when I eased a slick finger inside him. Instead, guttural moans escaped his throat. "Oh, fuck yeah, add another finger!" he urged.

I remained gentle in exploring his ass. All the while, I was glad I'd trimmed and filed my nails earlier that day. The last thing I wanted to do was injure Ethan's tender flesh. 

"Spread your fingers apart inside me," he said.

By that point, my dick had grown fully hard again. All I could think about was working it deep inside Ethan's ass. He must have missed his calling as a mind reader, because it was then that he murmured, "I'm ready for your cock, Justin."

I thought about fucking him the way I had the day before, but I realized I wanted to clearly see his face this time. Lying back down, I applied some lube to my cock. When Ethan looked over his shoulder, I met his stare and said, "Ride me."

He didn't hesitate to straddle me. Reaching between us, he grasped my dick and lined it up with his entrance. I discovered I liked him being in control. Now, he'd be the one to determine how quickly he took me inside him, and how fast we fucked. It was a relief not to worry about rushing things or hurting him. 

Our eyes met as he sank down, inch by inch. Both of us moaned at how incredible it felt. With a confident smile, Ethan said, "Now that's a lot easier, isn't it?"

It seemed effortless, the way he took all of my cock! "Lube definitely makes a difference," I replied. "Sorry we didn't have any the first time."

"You still made me come so damn hard," he reminded me with a wink. 

I stared up at him, incredulous at how gracefully he moved while riding my cock. He had this sexy way of biting his lower lip and furrowing his brow, fucking me slow and then faster. Resting my hands on his hips, I made no attempt to influence his rhythm. Instead, I lay beneath him, reveling in the feel of his tight flesh gliding up and down my length. 

"Fuck, that feels good!" I groaned. 

Ethan's smile widened to a grin just before he began taking me hard and fast. His relentless pace made my breath hitch in my chest. Fixing my gaze on his face, I realized how gorgeous he was, with his head thrown back and his eyes almost closed. My stare traveled over his slender frame and then settled on his cock, which swayed wildly from the force of his fucking. 

"If you don't slow down, I'm gonna come!" I warned. 

So Ethan slowed down, his movements growing languid as he worked to help me last. With a trembling hand, I grasped his cock and stroked him off. He let out a cry while eagerly watching me pleasure his hard dick. "Oh my God, yes, Justin!"

I sensed he was surprised that I was willing to do this. Over time, he and I would discover there was plenty I was willing to do in order to make him feel good.

It didn't take long before I'd worked him into a frenzy, and he had to issue his own warning. Still, I didn't stop jerking his cock. "Come!" I demanded. This time, I was determined he would get there first.

Seconds later, I was rewarded with a fierce spurt of cum that reached my neck. Ethan let out a groan, followed by a whimper, and I felt his contractions like a fist ever so gently squeezing my cock. More semen landed on my chest, hot and thick. Above me, Ethan kept quaking even as he began moving fast again. I released his still-hard dick, trying to catch my breath and keep from shooting my load immediately. Fuck, I wanted this to go on for at least a few minutes longer!

But Ethan had other ideas. Soon, he was riding my cock at a merciless speed. "Breed my hole, Justin! Give me all your cum!"

My body strained beneath him, and I couldn't suppress the violent shudder that coursed through me. I clenched my teeth to keep from shouting at the moment I let go and erupted inside Ethan's ass. Now I was sure he felt it, because he gasped and then grinned, his muscles constricting rhythmically around my dick to drain me of every drop. 

"Holy shit!" I stared up at Ethan, still astonished by what he could do, and how he could make me feel. He wore that same relaxed, satisfied smile while easing off of my dick. Both of us were slow to soften, our cocks semi-hard even as he grabbed some tissues and wiped his cum from my skin. 

Ethan was right: we had plenty of time. Plenty of time to clean up in the bathroom and then get dressed. And plenty of time to immerse ourselves in a video game, just like we had countless times before. Soon after eleven, Mom knocked on my door and opened it to wish us good night, and when I offered her my usual smile, I knew she didn't suspect a thing.

Ethan and I spent the rest of the summer fucking every chance we got. Though I also spent a lot of time with Lucinda, my best friend never seemed to mind. If anything, he was happy I was finally moving on from Misty. Just before I left for college, Lucinda and I slept together. I told her she was my first, which was true in a way. As a result, she was patient and sweet, and the sex was incredible. 

I figured the friends-with-benefits arrangement I had with Ethan would end after we headed off to different universities. It didn't take him long to gain plenty of experience with other guys as a college freshman. Since Lucinda was attending a college close to our hometown, she and I decided to try a long-distance relationship. Both of us slipped up a time or two, hooking up with someone from a party, or, in her case, a girl she'd met in French class. But we were quick to own up to what we'd done, and to move past it.

While home for fall break, Ethan and I couldn't keep our hands off each other once we were alone. Still, I promised myself we'd soon stop. Yet the same thing happened over winter break, and then during spring break as well.

Years later, I ended up marrying Lucinda. Ethan was my best man, and the night before the wedding, my best man was on his hands and knees, offering me his ass. "One last time," I swore.

Ten more years passed. Though Ethan was now also married, and we were well into our thirties, we made a point to meet up every few months. It was on an early spring evening, not long after Ethan and I had turned thirty-five, that I found myself in the bedroom he shared with his husband, who was out of town. On my knees in their king-sized bed, I was fucking Ethan from behind. It was still so easy between us, as if we'd never been apart.

And he still had a filthy mouth. "Give me that cock!" my friend begged. "Yes, yes, fuck me harder!"

I had a lot more staying power than I did when I was eighteen, but I still didn't want to rush things. So with my cock buried deep inside Ethan, I drew him toward me. Balanced on his knees, he rested his back against my chest. "Always so impatient," I whispered in his ear. "And so demanding."

He used those powerful muscles to squeeze my dick. "You'd never give me what I want otherwise!"

Sliding a hand over his bare skin, I let my fingers teasingly graze his erection. Then I took him in my hand and stroked furiously. He let out a desperate cry, trembling in my grasp. "I'm giving you what you want now, aren't I?"

"Yes! I want it so much, Justin!"

Guiding Ethan forward ever so slightly, I simultaneously fucked and stroked him. When his cries turned to shouts, I didn't bother to shush him, for we were a long way from that bedroom in my parents' house. 

The moment he gasped, then quaked in my embrace, I surrendered to my own orgasm. Briefly, my teeth sank into his skin, though I was careful not to leave marks for his husband to find. Ethan came so hard that the first shot of semen almost cleared the bed entirely. 

Afterward, I held him close. I heard the drowsiness in his voice as he said, "You know I love my husband, but I can't ever get enough of your cock."

Turning my face toward Ethan, I planted a kiss on his mouth. "And you know I love my wife, but I can't ever get enough of your ass."

He beamed at my confession. "Do you think you ever will?"

I pretended to consider his question. "It's been almost twenty years, Ethan. So no, I don't think so."

"Good." His hand found mine beneath the covers. "I've always loved you, Justin. You know that, right?"

Silently, I nodded. Of course, I knew. I didn't understand it when we were eighteen, but in some way, I knew even then. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly before I spoke again. "And if I hadn't always loved you, none of this would have ever happened between us."

"For so many years, I've wanted to hear those words from you." Offering me a sweet, sexy smile, Ethan added, "It was worth the wait to hear you say them now."