Feeling sentimental

This is for my best friend, you may have read about him the other day, I called him Long.


Him and I were a couple - he turned out gay after two and a bit years. But we wound up best friends.


I've known him ten years, we've lived together for six of those years. We've done everything together for the last six years. I can't tell him about this blog - it's my only secret.


But about him.


I met him ten years ago, he was dating a friend of mine. He cheated on her. His best mates girlfriend. His girlfriends best friend. Ugh. Long and his best mate were dating two best friends. He slept with the girl from the other couple. In his best mates car. He was caught - of course - by his girlfriend and his best mate, dick inside the other chick.


Disaster.


Had it not been for that moment, we'd never have ended up as close friends. Then he was silly enough to dick another friend of mine. That's another disaster.


But when we got together, he took me out to dinner, bought me sake, we ate Korean grill. We laughed for two days. We went on a road trip. We fell in love on our first date. 


We have barely spent a night apart since. Even now, we split up, we still spend as much time together as we can.


So here's to you Long. Some of my favourite memories. 


One night, I spent hours with him tied to my bed, teasing him, playing with him, running ice over his body. Touching him with pieces of silk cloth. Licking him. Teasing him. Blind folding him. I tortured his quivering body for hours. Hour after hour. I sucked him until he was close then let him relax. After hours of teasing, I got on top and rode him so hard. I slipped his blindfold off, looked deep into his eyes. Rocking hard on his cock, I squirted for the first time ever that night. By the time we were finished it was six am. We worked the next day. Exhausted, but sexually satisfied and in love. Deeply.


A while later, I experimented with him, I gagged him, buckled myself into a strap on, and fucked him like a little bitch. I had him on his knees in front of me, my thick black plastic cock, hilt deep in his ass, him working his ass up and down, me with my hand wrapped in his hair. He begged to come. I denied him. He begged harder. I denied him. I pulled out, made him go down on me. I came. When he tried to fuck me, I put him on his knees on the floor, pushed his face into the carpet and shoved that cock back in his ass. He couldn't help it that time, he came. So I spanked him. I spanked him so hard. I put him across my knee and spanked him like a naughty little school girl.


Later, he grew as a person, and when he was a little more mature I let him fuck me in the ass a few times. He was good that way - long cock nice and deep. He was always rough during and gentle afterwards. The best combination. He loved when I'd suck his cock afterwards. Just like I made him suck my black plastic one so many times.


I played dress ups for him a few times. He came home and found me dressed as a nurse with a stethoscope. I took his temperature (the old fashioned way...) then he spanked me with a paddle telling me I was a naughty naughty nurse.


Him and I used to get so horny, we would be late everywhere. And whenever we were out we couldn't help but end up in the back of a car or in a toilet together somewhere. So many times he pushed me up onto the counter of a bathroom sink, licking my pussy with his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream...


So here's to you old friend. To all the times we played those games and all those stories we collected. To the dozens of times we fucked all day, and the hundreds we fucked all night. To all those times you made me smug with satisfaction when I'd be so satisfied I could barely breathe. To all those times since we split that I realised I was still lucky to have you as my bestest friend.


Love you Long. 


xxSSB