Fantasy F*ck — Wayne Smith

Here's what happens when you fall for your straight best friend and then actually get that chance of pleasure. In this installment of "My Straight Best Friend," Jeff texts Brad for a morning blow job before their 'relationship' turns south. This leaves Jeff to accept it as a thing of the past by vividly remembering their hottest oral session and fantasizing about that elusive pounding. Go ahead and read this tale of intense guilty pleasures! Publisher's Note: Approximate word count is 3170. This fictional e-book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable such as male/male, oral sex, anal sex, and fetishism. All names printed are totally fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, places or events are unintended and are strictly coincidental. Excerpt:I remember one afternoon the last summer we were still having frequent sessions, we were in the pool. We'd just had a short thunderstorm and decided to catch the last bit of sun. He said he really wanted to work on his tan. So he was laying out some in the lawn chair. He was on his stomach with his legs spread. He had his shorts up high at the hem and pull down at the waist to expose his tan lines. Seeing his body, especially his hot, prominent calves was ball bruising. I needed to taste him. After flipping over a bit, even more eye candy for me, he decided to join me in the pool to cool off. Just as dusk started to fall, I decided I couldn't wait any longer. As he got on a float, I grabbed his foot and started massaging. He didn't resist so I started working my way up his legs and saw his cock start to grow in his web trunks."Can I?" I asked."Right here?" he said."Sure, it's getting dark," I said, hoping to convince him.