How My Best Friend 32[M] and I 30[M] Became Best Friends with Bi Benefits (Part 1)

I was seven beers in and seven inches deep. I could feel Liam’s thighs pumping into me as he lay on the couch, me straddling him with a knee on either side of his waist, and his cock pushing further into me until he was stretching the third ring deep inside my ass.

We both had a few beers and just finished smoking a bowl. We smelled like weed and campfire smoke, but Liam always smelled like heaven. Our usual nights consisted of hanging out, getting fucked up, and just being the best friends we’ve been for the past ten years. But for the last few years, that has also included fucking every chance we get. And I’m talking about the most raw, passionate, mind-blowing sex you can imagine.

Once the night begins to wind down, we’ll end up together on the couch watching a movie. You see, gradually throughout the night, Liam and I get closer and closer to each other on the couch until we were finally touching arms. I still get goosebumps thinking about his arm hair tickling mine and the anticipation of more to come.

Then, I’ll notice when he’s starting to get hard through his sweats, so I’ll make the first move by rubbing his biceps. He has really big muscles in his arms, chest, and back because his job demands a lot of physical labor. So I always start by massaging wherever he’s sore, being sure to take my time and enjoy the relief and pleasure I’m giving him. He deserves it and nothing makes me happier than making him happy.

I’ll then move my hands from his biceps to his shoulders, kneading his muscles and grazing my fingertips over the back of his neck. When he groans in response, I move my hands to his chest. He has a nice, hairy torso that I can’t resist running my fingers through while I rest my head on his shoulder. My fingers occasionally run over his beer belly and wander further south each time.

The calm before the storm is sometimes sweeter than the storm itself and I breath his musk in like it’s the smell before rain.

Before you know it, I’m riding Liam’s dick while he lays below me, his hands on my hips as they grind to the beat of the Ariana Grande PMV playing on Pornhub called ”7 Cock Rings”. This is our favorite PMV to fuck to because we first found it while we spent a whole night rolling on molly and fucking in every position imaginable. It’s something we do about every three months and it’s how we first started getting intimate with each other, though our feelings for each other began to take root long before that.

I can feel the rubber ring around his shaft and balls push into my asshole with each trust. Liam’s really giving it to me now. While bucking to the rhythm, getting drunker off of his moans and precum than beer, I reach behind and start to stroke his lubed balls. I could feel the pressure building as my orgasm was getting closer. He always hits my prostate perfectly and now I’m about to explode all over his chest.

The weekend before, I was here at Liam’s place again, but instead of getting fucked on the couch, he was fucking me raw in his wife’s bed while she hung out in the living room down the hall. Never would I have imagined I’d spend most weekends on all fours with my best friend’s cock down my throat. So how did we end up here?

It all began 10 years ago in college…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gobfdr/how_my_best_friend_32m_and_i_30m_became_best