My friend Matt and I have known each other for 13 years and during our friendship we have dated many hot chicks who, incidentally, have provided us with great fodder for guy talk.

Matt, a slender grunge looking dude with jet black hair and piercing green eyes, is quite the chick magnet. Many a time, I have gotten laid by the sheer grace of his disinterest in a babe he discarded.

Lucky me. This is not to say that I am not good looking, because I am. Where Matt is tall and lanky, I am more short and stout. Suffice it to say Matt was more magnetic than me sexually. The only thing I had that Matt didn"t was a nice round ass.

We both went to high school together and we"re heading to the same college this fall. So it should not be incredulous to believe that Matt and I have shared many secrets, one of which has provided us with an impenetrable bond.

Since we were in our late teens, the two of us have had a sexual pact. It began one night when the two of us were stoned and horny. I had admitted to Matt that I had thought of experiencing sex with another dude. To my surprise, he did not freak out. He admitted he had as well.

That night, after hours of sharing and caring, Matt told me he was going to make love to me and that we would be bonded because of it. He was right. Without hesitation, he came over and picked me up and slowly undressed me, softly caressing me with his hands and exploring my body.

I shuttered at his touch and passionate kisses. Every time I tried to please him orally or with my touch, he directed me to enjoy the experience and let him enjoy it as well in the manner he wanted too.
Matt had me ready to explode. He licked every inch of my body and manhood and rimmed my sweet ass for nearly an hour.

"Brad," Matt whispered, "this is going to hurt you a little but if you trust me and just relax, this will be something you will enjoy the fuck out of."

"I trust you dude," I said, fully knowing he was going to fuck me. Pushing his long thin cock inside of me I felt dizzy and scared. The pain was minimal. Then, it hit me. The intense feeling of someone I cared about so deeply being inside of my body and using it for his pleasure was amazing and like nothing I had felt before.

Matt"s eyes were rolling in his head so much I though he was having convulsions. He pounded my ass and when I felt his cum filling my hole until it was dripping out, I shot the biggest load I"ve ever shot. It hit the curtains five feet across the room.

"What the fuck is going on in here," my stepfather Duncan bellowed. "Jesus, Brad! You let your best friend fuck you? What the fuck man. Matt, get dressed and get the fuck out of here. Now!"

Crap. Matt got dressed and booked, winking at me as he left. God, what a fucking nightmare. Shit, why did Duncan have to wake up and catch us. Just my luck. A good fuck getting fucked up. Christ, now I have to deal with trying to explain this to my family.

I got up to go to the kitchen to get a beer and ran into Duncan. The silence was dreadful. All I could mutter was "I"m sorry."

"You should be," Duncan scolded. "If your Mother finds out, she will be devastated. No Mother wants a faggot for a son."

"I"m not a faggot," I retorted. "We were just stoned and experimenting. All guys experiment at some point and it doesn"t make you a faggot."

"Brad, you don"t have to experiment with everything," Duncan admonished. "Some things are wrong. And you certainly don"t do it with an outsider."

"I"m sorry Duncan," I whimppered. "I like girls. I just wanted to see what it felt like to have fun with a dude. Matt was cool enough to be the one to do it. That"s it."

"You let him fuck you man," Duncan exclaimed. "I saw it. It"s wrong. You don"t think I"ve ever thought about it. I"ve thought about it many times. I just don"t act on it."

"I"ve seen many guys naked many times," Duncan informed. "Hell, I"ve seen you naked Brad. Yeah, I"ve thought about what it would be like to fuck a guy with a pretty ass like yours....But I don"t act on it, cause it"s not right."

"Well it felt right," I said, realizing as I said it, I shouldn"t have.

"Jesus Brad, you liked it?," my stepdad asked.

"Yes, unfortunately I did," I sighed. "But don"t worry, it won"t happen again," I lied, fully knowing Matt enjoyed every minute of it and would want it again.

"Look, I"m sorry Duncan. You shouldn"t have seen that man. Can"t we just keep this between us. Mom doesn"t need to know. It"s just going to upset her like it did you. And, don"t worry, I will not embarrass you guys," I promised. "I"m not a faggot."

Duncan got up to go to bed and I reached out to hug him. I told him that I knew what I did was wrong, despite it feeling right. He hugged me and told me he wouldn"t tell Mom.

"You"ve got balls ***," Duncan said. "I never would have the guts to do something like that."

"Well, it just happened," I told him. "It wasn"t planned. But I don"t regret it, right or wrong, because now I know what it"s like."

Duncan was my Mom"s second husband. He was in his forties, blond and rugged looking in a Denis Leary kind of way. A pilot for a private jet firm, he always maintained a neat appearance and was confident and handsome.

"Brad," Duncan instructed, "just be careful son. I love you and don"t want you hurt. When I saw the two of you, I thought he was hurting you. So, I got angry."

"He wasn"t hurting me, Duncan," I replied. "He"s my best friend. What he did was very nice. He"s not gay. It was our bond that made it special, like a brotherly pact or something. I wouldn"t let just anyone do that to me."

"I guess I can understand that," Duncan said. "I just want you to be safe and happy Brad. I consider you like the son I never had."

"The one with the cute ass," I joked. "I"m flattered you noticed."

"I was trying to make a point about knowing right from wrong Brad," Duncan said embarrassingly. "I didn"t mean I thought about fucking you."

"I didn"t take it that way. Don"t go stressing?," I said. "Besides what if you did, it"s not a big deal? People have thoughts about things they shouldn"t all the time. You yourself said so."

"You don"t think it"s wrong for a father to think of fucking his son or vice versa?" Duncan questioned.

"No, I honestly don"t. I"ve thought about it," I admitted. "But not for the reasons you think. I think about getting intimate with people I love and I realized tonight that letting someone you love enter your body is about as intimate as you get with someone. It"s not sex, it"s connection."

"Phew, that"s deep," Duncan mused. "You"ve actually thought about us having sex?"

"No," I said. "I"ve thought about letting you enter my temple and I"ve thought about providing you with the ultimate in pleasure because I love and respect you and the thought of you giving me a piece of yourself would make our bond special like the one I now have with Matt.

The overwhelming gratification I had being so open and honest lifted me up from my chair and prompted me to walk over to Duncan and let my robe fall from my body. He was shaking with anticipation and nervousness.

"Touch my ass," I ordered as I grabbed his arm and placed the palm of his hand on my round cheeks. "You said you thought it was "pretty," so feel it. It"s just skin. Please."

Duncan touched my ass and ran his hands down my thighs and under my buns and slid the back of his fingers through the crack of my mountains. I got very erect and started shivering. Duncan didn"t say a word but never took his hands off of my ass.

I slowly turned my body to where I could bend over and orally stimulate him all the while allowing him to continue touching my pretty ass. Duncan was hard and I gently licked his cock and totally enveloped it"s thickness with my mouth. His cock was huge and unlike Matt"s, it was not thin.

"Brad, I don"t know if..." Duncan uttered.

"Shhh...," I whispered. "Don"t think. Just be quite and experience something special."

I didn"t waste a moment of time. I withdrew my mouth from his groin area and I straddled him on the chair and told him to relax. I slowly lowered my body and allowed his cock to slide up and down my crack and without letting him know, I glided my hole over his throbbing dick and sat straight down on it until every inch of him was inside of me.

I was amazed at how easy it went in considering the pain I felt with Matt. I looked into Duncan"s eyes and he was crying. They were tears of joy from experiencing something phenomenal. I rode his cock slowly and passionately for nearly thirty minutes and massaged his chest and arms while he moaned.

Then I started bucking like a wild horse and Duncan was trying to pull himself out of me so he could cum but I wouldn"t have it and pushed myself down on him harder and harder until I felt his hot cum fill me up. He was spent and he came for nearly a minute and a half.

I pulled my ass off of his beautiful cock and started crying immensely.

"Oh my god son, did I hurt you," Duncan said. "Why are you crying?"

"No dad," I sobbed. "I"m crying because I have been able to please the two men I care about most in the world in a way they never thought possible."

"Come here Brad," Duncan instructed. He took me in his arms and held me close. "Thank you for allowing me to share a special bond with you and thank you for making me realize that somethings are only wrong "Til Wrong Feels Right"."

Needless to say Duncan never told my Mom. Matt and I are both engaged to two beautiful women and both Matt and Duncan enjoy deepening their bond with me when the need arises. That"s a happy ending.