More than a Hug

My name is Alex and I am, or thought I was, a very heterosexual
male. I am a white male of average build and I have, what I was told,
beautiful brown bedroom eyes. I was in my late 20's when I went through my
divorce with a real bitch of a wife. We had three children that we both
loved very much and it seemed that was all that we had in common. I had
left her and found a nice apartment all to myself. I spent most of my time
sitting in the apartment feeling sorry for myself and wishing that things
could have been different.

I also separated myself from all of my friends
and family because I was ashamed of how my life had turned out.
About a month after I had left my wife I was sitting in my
apartment next to the fireplace sipping my favorite wine. I was in no mood
to see or speak with anybody. The doorbell rang and I thought about not
answering. Whoever was on the other side of the door was quite persistent
and continued to ring the bell until I finally gave in and answered the
door. On the other side was the huge smile of a very close friend of mine.

His name is Donald. He is a very muscular athletic black male and kind of
on the short side. We met on a temporary job that I was working as security
for a small motel chain. Don asked if he could come in and talk to me for a
while. I told him that I really wasn't in the mood for guest. With that he
almost pushed his way in and told me that he wasn't a guest. He was a very
concerned, close friend. Knowing that it would be futile to try to talk him
out of staying I offered him a seat on the couch.

Don sat down and I took my place on the floor in front of the
fireplace. He told me that he was really concerned about me. He also told
me that what I was doing was not healthy and that I couldn't spend the rest
of my life alone in my apartment. I told him that I felt like I had lost
everything in my life and at the present I didn't care if I lived or died.
I was just so lonely and feeling terribly bad for and about myself. With
those words out of my mouth I began to cry. Seeing that I was having one
hell of a pity party, Don came over and sat on the floor next to me. He put
his arm around my shoulders and told me that I should just let everything
out, to let the tears flow. He assured me that I would feel better
afterwards.

Well, I took his advice and cried a real river. I was somewhat
embarrassed sitting there next to my best friend crying like a baby. I had
never done that before in my life. It wasn't, what my father called,
"MANLY". My sobbing and telling Don about my feelings went on for what
seemed like an eternity. The whole time Don was massaging my shoulders and
listening very intently. After I had settled down a bit Don looked me
straight in the eye and told me that no matter what I thought of myself
that he loved me and that he would be there for me anytime that I needed
him. With that said, he hugged me very hard and long. I reciprocated that
hug feeling very much like I was indeed wanted. The hug was what I needed,
even though it was from another man.

We both sat around and talked and drank wine for most of the
evening. I was finally opening up and feeling quite a bit better about my
life in general. I thanked Don and told him that I owed him more than he
could ever imagine for helping me through my tough time. I walked over to
where Don was sitting on the couch and stuck my hand out for a handshake.
Don smiled and reached up and grabbed my hand and pulled me down next to
him. We again hugged and I felt his hands wandering up and down my back. I
became a little concerned that our hug was more than a hug. Don leaned
closer and whispered in my ear words that almost made my blood freeze,
"Alex, I really do love you more than you will know." I pulled away from
him and sat back and stared right at him. I asked him what he meant by
that. Don told me that he has always admired me and has secretly wanted me
sexually since we first met. I didn't know how to respond to that so I just
sat there kind of dumbfounded. To think that another man would want me, a
heterosexual man. I was very apprehensive and just sat and stared at Don.

Don slid closer to me and gently placed his hand on my thigh. He
told me that it would be a wonderful experience for both of us and that he
wouldn't do anything to hurt me or that I didn't want to do. I didn't move
away from him, but I didn't respond to him either. I just sat there
dumbly. Soon I felt Don's hand slide up to my chest and rub it gently. He
began to fiddle with the buttons on my shirt until they were all opened and
my shirt hung opened. He then rubbed his hands over my chest stopping at
each of my nipples to give them a light pinch. Don lowered his face to my
chest and began to suck and bite my nipples gently. I all of a sudden felt
like I was in heaven. How could I feel good about another man doing this to
me? I even heard a moan escape my lips and that scared me at first.
Don stopped what he was doing and looked me right in the eye and
asked me if I wanted him to stop. I told him that it really felt good to me
but that I felt strange with the fact that another man was doing this to
me. 

Don told me to just relax and let things happen and that if I felt
really awkward that he would stop. I took his advice and just laid back on
the couch and let nature take its course. Don leaned me forward so he could
remove my shirt and then he started rubbing my shoulders, neck and
chest. He went back to work on my nipples while his hands started to open
my belt and pants. I was so engrossed over the lip service that my nipples
were getting that I didn't even notice that Don was able to get my pants
and underwear down and off. So there I was, in total nudity on my couch
with my best friend servicing me. When I finally came out of my deep trance
I felt really naked next to Don. Don realized how I was feeling and he
stood and took off all of his clothes. I never realized just how muscular
Don was. He had beautiful rippling chest and arm muscles. His ass was tight
and firm and he had one of the biggest cocks that I had ever seen, not that
I had seen that many.

Don walked over and pulled me up off of the couch and we went over
to the floor next to the fireplace. We sat down and he leaned in and kissed
me deeply. I found that I was returning the kiss. Our hands wandered over
each others bodies as if we were exploring for the first time. Don broke
off the kiss and moved down and took my cock into his mouth and licked it
from top to bottom. After doing this for a short while he moved to my balls
and licked and sucked them until I began to moan. Knowing that I needed
relief soon he went back to my cock and gave me the best blowjob that I
have ever in my life had, and I have had plenty, only from women. I began
to buck into his face telling him that I was going to explode and that
caused him to suck all the harder. I then blew a huge amount of cum into
his mouth and Don continued to suck until I was limp. Then he quickly moved
up and kissed me again. This time my cum was in his mouth and we swapped it
back and forth a few times before he finally swallowed it.

I was spent and feeling more than just good. We hugged and laid
next to each other for quite a while. I felt that I really owed Don a debt
of gratitude and I really wanted to return the sexual favor, but that is
another story all together.