Turning my best friend gay…PART 5

It’s been years since I promised the last part. I really don’t know why I’ve hesitated, but here it is. I’m so sorry for the wait. This one will be long…it is the last, and the best of my experiences with my best friend Mike.



I couldn’t believe where Mike and I had started from and where we were now…



After a couple of years we had finally found the perfect area to park in the hills outside of town where nobody had ever even came close to finding us. So, with that sense of security we were parked there what seems like at least a couple of nights a week satisfying each other. Now, instead of stroking ourselves for a while before hearing those words, “do you want to suck it a little?”, Mike was saying those words just about as soon as our cocks were out. As soon as the words were said our shirts, jeans, and underwear were all coming off, and Mike hung his neck chain on my rear view mirror. I don’t know why, but it still turns me on to think of it hanging there…not a thing on his beautiful body. Some nights it was solely sucking each other until one of us was the first to cum (usually Mike), although occasionally Mike would offer up that beautiful, smooth ass. I was becoming obsessed with his ass. While he was sucking on me, my hands always found their way to his ass…squeezing it, sliding a finger in his warm love tunnel. It usually lead to me diving my tongue into it when it was my turn to suck on his beautiful cock. I always made my way back there. His moaning seemed to intensify each time, and when I worked a finger into it he would always moan and push back into my hand. I really thought this was as far as things would go, but I was wrong. Pleasantly wrong.



One night while Mike was going down on my cock, just as he started, he asked me, “who am I?”. We had been talking about a girl we knew for a while that night, Ronda. Both of us obsessing over how good it would feel to have her suck our cocks. Without hesitation I moaned out, “mmm, Ronda”. He moaned in approval…if he only knew how badly I really wanted to say his name. It would be too weird, so I held back. Instead I kept going with Ronda, “that’s it baby, suck that cock Ronda. Fuck, you’re so good Ronda”. I realized he was moaning way more than he ever had as he took my cock in his mouth deeper and deeper, looking up into my eyes, which he had never done before. He pulled away from my cock as he looked up at me, “do you want to fuck me?” He had never said it like that before, but he was in his element as her. “Fuck yes Ronda. I want to fuck you so hard”. Still, I wanted to say his name, and it was getting more obvious that his question was really with the intent that he was really wanting to be fucked. I started to move to get into what I thought would be a doggie position, but he pushed me down and straddled me, facing me. He had never faced me before when doing anal. He did it reverse once, which drove me wild (in the red car if you recall). Again, he spit quietly into his hand, reached back and rubbed it on my head, and with the words, “easy, easy” he gently slid down my rock hard pole. I loved watching his facial expressions, that mix between ecstasy and a bit of pain, holding his breath as he took me in little by little. His asshole was becoming so willing, it went in so easy and faster this time, but still felt as fucking tight as ever. He put his hands on my chest and began to slide up and down gently, then settling into a perfect, steady pace that was putting me on the verge of cumming already. I grabbed his firm ass, squeezing his cheeks as he l looked down at me, his eyes rolling back. “Mmm, fuck yeah Ronda you are going to make me cum so hard”. With a smile he replied, “yeah? You fucking love fucking me, don’t you?”. Again, was he meaning it…or was it in character? Now my hands were on his hips, pulling him into a rocking motion as I was now buried to the hilt in his hot ass. With a few more thrusts I said, “oh fuck Ronda, I’m going to cum”. With that, he pulled off of me, rolled over, and with no further invitation I began stroking myself and shooting string after string onto his perfect chest. A string hit his cheek and he flinched, but stayed put until I had finished. I then settled back into my seat out of breath as I watched him finish himself, stroking a thick pool of cum out onto his belly that mixed with mine. This is the first time I had watched him take care of himself so obviously, and he knew it. He moaned more than he ever had as he shot those thick strings onto himself. As usual, we cleaned up and drove for town as we always had, nothing more said.



That was a turning point that broke up the normal, and set us on the path for the culmination of my experiences with Mike.



The next few times we went out to our parking spot, while sucking each other I became bolder after the whole “Ronda” night.