I first caught sight of him walking back from the shower, his muscular body still glistening and his soft fat cock swinging with every step. I met him at his apartment these days but Max had kept me from skipping out on the gym for months and he hadn’t even known it. I was scared of crossing this line with the best friend I’d ever had but I couldn’t deny myself. He ran a hand down his chest and into his bulging underwear as he said, “The wife and I are having a rough time and my hand just isn’t doing it the way a warm mouth would.” He didn’t even have to ask before I dropped to my knees. I nearly started to protest but I realized this wasn’t an accident. At least it didn’t until Adam came in while I was in the shower. The first time I saw the bulge in his underwear, I found myself furiously jerking off before I got to sleep.īut after so many months, it didn’t even register as sexual to me. Rather than take the long trek back to his family home in Connecticut, he usually just crashed at my place in Manhattan. Years later, we still grabbed dinner every week. He had been my first boss and his wife wouldn’t have appreciated the crush I had on him for far too long. My friends had always teased me mercilessly about my friendship with Adam.