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It all started with a suggestion from his wife. It wasn’t so much a suggestion as it was a command posed as one. Louis had been married for 10 years so he was very familiar with the type of comment meant for him to take the bait and follow through. However, they usually involved suggestions about finally fixing something around the house or suggestions about things like taking out the trash or doing something more productive than lounging around the house.
He groaned internally as this suggestion interrupted his long standing weekend date with himself.
“Why don’t you invite Harry over on Friday?” Sherrie had suggested in a tone that was much too casual. It wasn’t the first time it had been brought up.
The thing with Sherrie was that she was a social butterfly. It wasn’t that Louis didn’t enjoy being in the company of other people, but especially as he grew older, he appreciated the time he had to himself as well. Sherrie always needed to be doing something or going somewhere in her spare time and Louis quite honestly found it exhausting. That’s one of the reasons why he enjoyed his solitary Friday night’s so much.
Sherrie was a nurse at the local hospital, and though she was on a rotating schedule, her overnight shifts often landed over the weekend to take advantage of the extra pay. Harry’s wife Katie also worked similar shifts and the two had become friends since they’d moved to town a handful of months ago. Katie was also the social type who often complained that Harry still hadn’t found any friends in their new city. Louis didn’t see any problem with that and he figured Harry didn’t either. Louis didn’t have many people he considered his own friends in this city either and it didn’t bother him.
He also knew that the two women would never let it go until it happened.
So Louis called him up and could immediately tell that Harry had received the same talk from Katie and they were on the same page about getting it over with which was a relief. They’d only met a few times in passing at a birthday party, work Christmas party and some dinner party. At least the phone call was less awkward than he’d been anticipating.
“Sooo did you want to come over and watch the game on Friday then?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
And it was set.
Harry arrived with a six pack of some craft beer Louis had never heard of and Louis made sure not to burn the frozen pizza he’d shoved into the oven.
“So I’ll be honest, I’m not really into sports and have no idea what game would even be on right now…” Louis said once they’d descended the stairs into the basement family room. It was more Louis’ room than anything. Sherrie only came down for laundry.
To his relief, Harry let out a laugh. “Good. I have been trying to figure out how to pretend to be into sports since you mentioned it.”
At least they had that in common.
So they found a movie neither of them had seen for a while and worked their way through the beer. All in all, the night wasn’t such a bust afterall. Harry was easy to be around. There was conversation when it happened naturally and comfortable silence when it didn’t. He found himself inviting Harry over again the following weekend without a second thought.
“So what do you usually do down here if you don’t watch sports?” Harry asked after their Friday nights had become a regular thing.
He was looking around at what more annoying men would probably call their man cave. For Louis it was just where most of his things were banished that didn’t fit in with the decor Sherrie picked upstairs.
“Honestly?” Louis asked and debated lying for only a moment before he threw caution to the wind. Zero fucks given, as he liked to say. “I usually pull up some porn and jerk off before I stay up all night playing Xbox or watching Netflix.”
He saw the moment that Harry’s brain caught up, obviously not expecting such a candid answer. There was a light blush on his cheeks as he cleared his throat.
“I could, um, take off if you wanted to… you know…” Harry said awkwardly as he shifted on his side of the couch. It was a small couch -- more like a loveseat, really -- with a reclining section on both ends connected by a small cushion in the middle. It was probably closer than they should have been to have such a conversation. Louis didn’t care.
“No, that’s okay. It’s not a big deal,” Louis shrugged it off because it really wasn’t. It was his routine, sure, but it wasn’t the highlight of his evening or anything. “It’s not something I need to do or anything.”
“Getting enough of it on the regular then?” Harry tried to joke but it fell flat with his uncomfortable laugh.
“Nah, not since we stopped trying for kids,” Louis shrugged it off.
Harry’s face changed a little then and Louis was glad that awkward moment wasn’t going to linger.
“You don’t want kids?” Harry questioned curiously.
Louis shrugged one shoulder as he continued to flip through the channel menu. “Had a bunch of early miscarriages and didn’t really have the money lying around for fertility treatments and all that stuff back then. She just kind of dropped it after that. We don’t use protection or anything now so if it happens, it happens I guess, but we only get around to having sex maybe once a month or so. Kinda lost its flair in all of that.”
Louis didn’t voice it, but he’d been a little relieved when Sherrie dropped the subject. It had been a source of tension for so long that Louis was over the idea of having children by the time they got to that point. It had been five years already and, at 35, Louis was settled with it. It also gave him less anxiety about finances when he wasn’t exactly making six figures selling insurance. It was easier to think about just the two of them.
“What about you? Young love usually brings a bunch of babies right away, doesn’t it?”
Harry gave him a confused and slightly offended look. “Young love? I’m 33,” he said with a laugh.
Louis grimaced. He was sure Harry was much younger than him. Now he was jealous as he thought about all the greys threatening to salt and pepper his hair while Harry’s still looked thick and rich with natural colour.
“We haven’t really talked about it for a while,” Harry shrugged as he continued. “Sex doesn’t come up for us very often either. Birthdays and holidays usually.”
“Yeah? Is that really what happens to all of us after we get married?”
“We got married after Katie graduated and then she went right into a job working overnights at a care center. With the differing schedules, we kind of got out of the habit I guess. I was going to bed while she was leaving and vice versa. It just kind of stuck like that.”
“That sucks,” Louis said sympathetically.
“It’s fine. I never really understood what all the fuss was about, anyway. I mean, sure it feels good, but not any more than getting off in the shower or something. And it’s more work.”
Louis pondered that for a moment. His immediate response was to scoff, but Harry kind of had a point. He much preferred his own hand now that he thought about it without the hormone driven lust he used to have to get his dick wet.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I always just go for my Friday nights to get me through the next week,” he said with a laugh.
Harry just gave a half hearted shrug towards the tv.
“You do pull up some porn and just go at it every once in a while, right?” Louis asked with raised brows.
“I’ve never really watched porn,” Harry answered with another shrug while Louis gaped at him. Louis was under the impression every guy watched porn at some point at least.
“Not even in college?”
“Was dating Katie by then and it felt inappropriate or something at the time and then it felt even more inappropriate to do it after we got married.”
Harry blushed and Louis felt bad for putting him on the spot.
“Hey, no judgement,” Louis held up his hands, “It’s not for everybody.”
“I would never even know where to start, I guess.”
Louis paused at the tone of the mumbled comment and turned to look at the other man.
“Are you-- Is that you asking me to show you where to go for porn?” Louis asked, trying to keep the disbelief out of his voice. That was something he definitely didn’t expect to come out of their evenings together. At the same time, Louis felt a little smug satisfaction at the thought of corrupting someone, even just a little.
Harry’s cheeks flamed which was his only answer. Louis leaned over the armrest and grabbed his laptop off the floor.
“It’s pretty easy to find free porn on the internet,” Louis said as he opened the lid to bring the computer back to life. He hit the input button on the remote and after a few seconds, his screen appeared on the big tv.
“Well yeah, I know that ,” Harry said with a huffed laugh. “I meant what to start with. All that fake stuff is such a turn off.”
Harry made a face and Louis laughed. He wasn’t wrong.
“For me personally, you can’t go wrong with a good blowjob video. Nothing too sloppy with a decent view. A nice closeup if possible.”
Louis knew he should be more embarrassed about his well stocked favourites lists organized by categories. Instead it gave him a weird feeling of excitement to be sharing the details and secrets of his sex life with someone. He never talked about it with Sherrie. She would probably cut off his internet access if she knew he watched porn when she wasn’t around. Louis never understood what was so wrong with it, but that was her view on it as she had expressed to him whenever something like it had come up. Even as husband and wife, they weren’t talking about it and barely had a sex life between them. He hadn’t realized he was so isolated in his sexuality.
“Really?” Harry asked with a scrunched nose as Louis pulled up one of his favourite videos.
It was a great view of a thick, rock hard cock, uncut -- perfect in shape, colour, and size. It had him drooling already. Sure, the dick was a much nicer looking one than his own, but he could still pretend it was his as the mouth went to town on it.
The video started to play and he saw Harry shift in his seat after a minute or so of it on the screen. Louis resisted the urge to squeeze himself through his pants, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he was getting hard. He was only doing this to show Harry what he was missing, not to get himself off. That would be weird.
“I guess for me it’s just easy to imagine the mouth on me,” Louis shrugged.
“I guess,” Harry mumbled with a little shrug and another shift in his seat.
“There’s other stuff if that doesn’t do it for you,” Louis said and pulled his laptop closer to find something else.
“I-- I don’t really know if it does,” Harry finally said after hesitating.
Louis finally looked over at him instead of observing him through his peripheral vision as he had been.
“I’m not expecting you to get turned on here and now. You can go home and watch whatever you want and see what gets you going.”
“I mean, I like the idea of it,” Harry said with his eyes still on the dick being licked in front of them. It was almost Louis’ favourite part where the perfect bead of precome oozed out of the tip. “I’ve just never really… Katie thinks it’s gross.”
“So you’ve never…?”
“She sort of started once,” Harry shrugged.
“What about your other girlfriends?”
That made Harry blush again, his cheeks constantly shifting shades since the conversation started.
“I was a really shy kid so I didn’t get around to messing around or anything until college when I met Katie.”
“Wow,” Louis shook his head. “I don’t get it very often but at least there’s hope. It’s probably my favourite way to get off. I just close my eyes and lose myself in it.”
He watched Harry chew on his bottom lip and tense like he couldn’t keep his body completely still.
“We don’t have to talk about this if it makes you uncomfortable,” Louis frowned. He honestly wanted to keep talking about it himself, but not at Harry’s expense. He wasn’t an inconsiderate asshole. He was just finding it arousing to expose himself and his desires without worrying about saying the wrong thing. Harry wasn’t his wife. Harry didn’t have any connection to his kinks.
“No, it’s fine. I just--”
Louis followed the quick, almost imperceptible shift of Harry’s eyes down to his own lap where he was most definitely hard. It wasn’t just the interested chub like Louis’, he could see the whole hard line of it across his thigh trying to escape his tight jeans.
Louis didn’t register that he had been staring at it for as long as he had until Harry moved to get up and mumbled a quick I should go .
“No, wait,” Louis said, reaching out to touch his bicep to stop him from leaving. “It’s fine, nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s a natural reaction to watching porn. I’m not even immune.”
He shifted and pushed his hips forward to draw attention to his own dick starting to tent his trackies. He didn’t comment on the way Harry’s eyes lingered on his own crotch since Louis had also been staring at his. It was fine. Everything was fine. A lot of guys watched porn together.
“We’re both men, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Louis tried again and offered a smile that he knew was weak. He wasn’t even sure why he was trying to convince Harry to stay. Surely talking about sex for the first time in ages wasn’t liberating enough to show off their erections to each other. Or was it? The idea was starting to sound appealing, more exciting. He might be up for it if Harry was.
He had a brief flash of the same urge he’d felt as a kid just figuring out that boys and girls were different, that urge to catch glimpses of grown men’s penises in the bathroom just to compare it to the sight of his own and what it might look like when he was older. Now as an adult, he wasn’t sure why he suddenly wanted to see what Harry’s looked like. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen one before. There was another dick in full HD being sucked on the tv screen right in front of them.
But he still wanted to see it.
He squeezed his dick through his pants before he realized what he was doing. It was his turn to blush when he looked up and saw Harry was still staring.
“I don’t care if you don’t,” Louis said and started the journey of his hand into his pants so it was clear to Harry what he meant. He paused when just his fingertips had slipped below the waistband, waiting for Harry to stop him.
When Harry didn’t protest, Louis trained his eyes on the tv and reached into his pants to circle his fist around himself. He gave it several strokes to give Harry ample time to speak up before he pulled it out. His entire body felt hot under Harry’s eyes, feeling them spike his temperature without having to look.
They could both just jerk off and then things would just go back to the way they’d been on every other Friday night. It made sense for them to be worked up in both of their situations. They just needed to let out their pent up libidos. That was a thing men needed to do, right?
Louis felt the movement as Harry settled back into his side of the couch. He heard Harry’s zip but resisted the need to look even though he wanted to so badly. The curiosity was killing him so he gave himself a squeeze to distract himself.
“Shit, that’s my favourite part,” his breathy voice felt too loud between them. Louis had many favourite parts of this video, the plush lips currently caught on just the ridge as they sucked on just the head.
He heard Harry make a small noise and then clear his throat to cover it up.
“Looks like it feels good,” Harry said weakly, which broke Louis’ resolve. He looked over and saw Harry’s thumb and forefinger circled tightly just under the head of his cock like he was trying to mimic what was happening on the screen.
“Yeah, it does,” Louis breathed out and then it was like he lost control of his body. Some other force within him took the controls and he found himself leaning over the narrow cushion between them to sink his mouth over the head of Harry’s cock. His lips touched the ring made by Harry’s fingers and he sucked on the mushroom tip like trying to pull a milkshake through a straw.
There was a zing of indescribable taste across his tongue so different from the sweet acidic taste of eating out his wife. It was the first dick he’d ever had in his mouth and the tip of his tongue sought out the precome the same way he’d always wanted to from the video.
Harry felt rigid where he sat which brought Louis quickly back to reality and what he was doing. His eyes shot open wide and pulled back just as Harry came all over himself. The hot volcano of come caught Louis’ nose and cheek as he stared at it in shock.
He still had a hand around himself even in the awkward position leaning into Harry’s space, but he was unable to command his body to move. Harry’s chest was rising and falling quickly and the obscene wet sounds were still coming from the speakers for a moment before the deep groans of the man’s climax.
Louis forced himself to sit up even as he kept starting at Harry’s dick, twitching as it slowly deflated.
“I don’t know why I did that,” Louis blurted out and they finally made eye contact. Harry’s pupils were blown and his hooded eyes were glassy. He looked thoroughly fucked out which made Louis’ dick throb for attention. He ignored it.
They just stared at each other as time suspended around them.
“Guess it does feel good,” Harry said after a moment, his voice rough and low, and then motioned towards Louis’ face. “You have, um. On your face…”
Louis’ hand flew up to his cheek to wipe off the wet streak of Harry’s come and reminded him again of what he’d just done.
“Right,” Louis nodded and then grabbed the box of tissues for Harry to clean himself up. He brought the hand with the traces of Harry’s come down to his cock and it only took a few seconds of purposeful jerks before he came himself with the taste of Harry’s precome still on his tongue. It was not something he ever imagined himself getting off to, but he came hard.
They both wiped off and tucked themselves back in without a word. Louis flipped the tv back to some Friends rerun and they sat in silence for a long time.
“I don’t know why I did that,” Louis broke the tension when he could barely stand it anymore.
Harry cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “It’s fine. Not a big deal.”
“We can just forget that ever happened,” Louis said without removing his eyes from the tv.
“Sure,” Harry agreed and that was the end of that.
-
When Harry woke up, he was hard. He stretched and tried to ignore it like any other morning but something was different. It wasn’t just there, it was there and it was begging for his attention. Given just two seconds of action the night before, suddenly it was demanding more.
Harry groaned, but it did feel good to slide his hand into his boxers and give it a nice squeeze. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to lie there and take himself through a nice slow and lazy orgasm before he got up to start his day. Very very rarely did he indulge.
But the door to the bathroom opened into their bedroom and he realized what had caused him to wake up in the first place.
With a hand still around his dick, he watched his wife in her bedtime routine, unaware that he was awake and watching her. She stepped up to the window to pull down the blackout shade and then started to strip out of her scrubs.
The dim light in the room made it feel like late evening, and Harry was groggy enough that he could easily curl up and go back to sleep -- as soon as he took care of the situation in his pants.
“Come here,” Harry mumbled tiredly when Katie climbed into bed. He pulled her in close to spoon her, pressing his erection up against her as his hands slid up under her night shirt to squeeze the handfuls of her breasts.
“What are you doing?” she asked but didn’t push him away, instead subtly pushing back into him.
“Want you,” he murmured as he started to kiss along her neck. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d had sex even as he actively tried to remember. His birthday maybe? It didn’t feel easy or natural to start something anymore, especially without some wine warming his system.
But he was horny now and she was his wife and they were together in the bed they shared. It was worth a try. She didn’t stop him when he slid his hand down along her stomach and between her legs so he smiled against her neck and kept going. He worked her shorts down her legs along with his own and then shuffled up against her until he found an angle that made it easy to push inside.
“Wait,” she reached back to hold his hip, “Condom.”
Harry paused.
“I don’t want to deal with the mess,” she mumbled.
He lifted himself up and leaned over her body to shuffle around in the drawer, hoping they even had one. Luckily they did since they didn’t go through them very fast. She turned onto her back while he rolled it on and then held himself above her as he positioned himself between her legs. Missionary was always their default position with only a few really wild nights on record where they tried something else.
She was warm and tight as he pushed in and it felt good to have something other than his hand. He leaned in to kiss her and she playfully pushed away his morning breath until he gave in and started to kiss along her neck.
It felt good, but it was still kind of boring as he tried to find a pace to please his wife. It always felt like such a marathon to get off with her and he couldn’t help but think back to how quickly and unexpectedly he’d come when Louis’ mouth hardly touched him for more than a few seconds. It was warm and soft and wet and then the feeling of the tip of his tongue…
Harry moaned against Katie’s neck and she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. He pushed in deeper as he wondered what it would have felt like to push up into Louis’ mouth last night, to know how it felt to have a warm mouth envelop him. Just the hint of what he had last night made him buck into her harder, thoughts racing with fantasy.
He could feel Katie gripping onto his shoulders as she moved her hips up to meet him, all of it more animated than they usually were. Moaning and sucking kisses into her skin, he lost himself to the image of that mouth, his dick begging for another skillful swipe of tongue.
It was with a moan that he came, gripping the sheets as he rode it out in quick punching thrusts. It was probably one of the better orgasms he’d ever had during sex and he pushed away the simmering feeling of guilt that he hadn’t even been thinking of Katie while it happened.
“Wow, what’s gotten into you?” Katie asked with a smirk before pulling him into a kiss despite the morning breath.
He didn’t have an answer that didn’t incriminate himself so he just kissed her back in response.
She was tired once they’d redressed and Harry thought that maybe he’d be able to sleep in with her just a little longer. He ended up staring up at the ceiling long after she’d started to snore. With no distraction he couldn’t stop comparing things to the night before. Even though it had been sudden and unexpected, the orgasm brought on by Louis’ mouth had left him more sated than the actual sex he’d just had. That was unsettling given the fact that it was one of their more heated encounters.
It was the porn. It had to be the porn. The porn and the lust for something he couldn’t have. It was early in their relationship when Katie had timidly touched the tip of her tongue to his dick and then quickly pulled away shaking her head. She’d said it grossed her out so he’d never pushed the subject or forced her to do it when she didn’t want to.
It had been a nonissue for all these years until the image had been put into his head again. Now it made him want it even more.
His mouth watered as he thought about the dick that had been on the screen. He felt a little stupid and inexperienced that as a man in his thirties, he hadn’t exposed himself to much of that. Softcore HBO porn was about as far as he got and that was usually just by accident. While Louis spent his time with porn and video games when his wife went to work, Harry usually just lost himself in some reading and went to bed early. He never claimed to be very interesting.
He wondered if he would have been more sexually adventurous in his life if he watched more porn. Then again, he wondered if being sexually adventurous would even matter. Katie never complained about the lack of sex in their relationship and neither had he. On most days he was fairly indifferent about it. Even after a decent orgasm, the thought of having sex more often seemed like it would be such a chore.
Yes, this whole thing had to be about wanting something he didn’t have, and things he didn’t have weren’t always what he really wanted.
He pushed it out of his mind and forced himself to start his day.
-
Louis should have cancelled, he really, really should have cancelled. But if he cancelled, it would draw even more attention to the fact that he’d accidentally given his wife’s friend’s husband head. It made him cringe from embarrassment every time he thought about it. He would also have to think of a valid excuse for Sherrie for why he was cancelling without telling her he’d accidentally given her friend’s husband head. The whole situation was such a mess.
So he didn’t cancel but hoped everyday that Harry would be the one to call it off. It had to be equally as mortifying for him after he’d had time to let what happened really sink in. Mutual masturbation was one thing he was sure some men participated in, but accidental head? That wasn’t a very bro thing to do.
“Hey,” Harry arrived with his usual six pack on Friday night.
Louis decided he wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up and maybe it really would be fine. They were both married and it really wasn’t something they had to address as long as they could continue to carry on as friends.
They watched their way through Iron Man since neither had seen it in a long time and then neither of them made a move to change the channel when Brokeback Mountain came on right after.
“Have you ever thought you might be gay?” Harry asked once they’d worked their way through their beer.
The question caught Louis off guard after spending so long in silence. Had he ever thought he was gay? He’d never really thought about it. He’d had girlfriends ever since he was old enough to know what a girlfriend was. As one of the popular kids in school, he was never without one for long. Now it seemed like a logical question for Harry to ask after his behaviour the weekend before. That probably hadn’t been a very straight thing to do even if he justified it as just wanting Harry to know what it felt like. That was all it had been, really. Naturally porn had made him horny and it was tragic that Harry had never had a real blowjob.
“I guess I’ve never really thought about it,” Louis finally shrugged. He was practically middle aged with greying hair and laugh lines that seemed deeper by the day. If he was gay, he would have figured it out long before now.
He saw Harry nod out of the corner of his eye as they continued to watch the movie. The next time Heath Ledger started pounding Jake Gyllenhal Louis realized they’d both gone tense.
“Have you ever thought you might be gay?” Louis felt the words slip out of his mouth instead of linking to his chain of thoughts. He hadn’t meant for them to come out.
“I don’t know,” was Harry’s answer but it was barely louder than a whisper.
Louis cleared his throat awkwardly. “There’s nothing wrong with that or anything.”
He felt like a teenager talking about sex for the first time. It felt dirty and forbidden, throwing out little tidbits to see how much the other person knew before you could really talk about it.
“If this is about last week...” Louis tried to say casually but his voice came out all wrong and deep and uncomfortable.
“No, I just—” Harry paused as he tried to find his words until he finally settled on, “It was just different.”
“Different from what?”
Louis wasn’t sure what can of worms he was opening, but he was a curious bastard who couldn’t stop himself from being nosy. His interest was piqued and it was all he could do to stop himself from leaning towards him with his chin propped up on his hand as he asked tell me more.
“Sex. Sex with Katie,” Harry shrugged. He seemed embarrassed by the admission, but Louis gestured for him to continue. “It’s kind of boring and usually takes me a long time to get off.”
“Didn’t take you long here,” Louis said with a small laugh and then bit the inside of his cheek for blurting it out. His whole goal of the night was to not bring attention to it yet he kept opening his big mouth.
“I know,” Harry said softly as he blushed and looked down to where his hands were nervously on his thighs.
“... Do you think…?” Louis suggested hesitantly.
“Or maybe it was just the porn,” Harry laughed nervously.
“Only one way to find out,” Louis shrugged awkwardly before saying “try it again” at the same time Harry said “watch more porn”.
“Wait, what?” Harry asked as Louis said “Right, porn.”
“Do it again?” Harry said after they stared at each other for a moment.
“How else are you going to know?” Louis shrugged.
Harry’s voice was much higher when he opened his mouth again. “You’d do that?”
“I--” Louis was thrown off and his thoughts were sprinting to catch up to the words already falling out of his mouth. “I mean, I guess so. Why not?”
Even as he said it, Louis’ mind changed course to imagine the countless blowjob videos he’d watched multiple times. It wouldn’t be much different from that and it shouldn’t be too hard since he had a dick himself and knew what he liked. He shrugged again and didn’t miss the way Harry shifted in his seat the same way he had last time, the same way he had when he was getting turned on. Honestly, Louis started to feel something stirring in response to the thought like a trigger.
“It’s just an experiment, right?” Louis began to justify following through when he should just back out. “Not a big deal or anything. Doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, not a big deal,” Harry agreed.
“And then you’ll know,” Louis shrugged yet again.
Harry nodded. “Right.”
“Yeah.”
They watched the movie for another minute or so until Louis couldn’t sit in the silence. He turned to Harry, “Sooo…”
“Now?” Harry squeaked.
After a one shouldered shrug, Louis slipped off the couch onto his knees and shuffled over across the small space separating them. He rested a hand on either knee to push them apart and then he was knelt between them looking up from Harry’s crotch to his face. Harry’s cheeks were flushed but his eyes were hooded and dark, lips parted slightly to accommodate for his quickening breath.
Louis slid his hands up Harry’s jean covered thighs and felt his heartbeat jump when his fingers found the hardening line of Harry’s cock. It was warm under his touch and Louis delicately traced his fingers over it.
The sound of Harry’s whimpered response made Louis continue, biting his lip when he saw the small dark spot soaking through at the tip. He always loved that part of his videos when dicks got wet. He never got very wet himself and loved the way it looked. This was going to be like live action porn for him.
The jeans were tight so it took Harry’s help to get them open and unzipped, wiggling them down just enough for his cock to spring free.
It was better than Louis remembered with precome already oozing from the slit like a slow moving volcano. It was the most Louis had ever seen. He glanced up at Harry’s face for just a moment before wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking it with a few experimental tugs. His skin felt soft and silky, just a bit different than his own.
He still remembered how Harry had tasted and bowed his head to take the tip into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked as he had the first time, swirling his tongue a few times before sinking down. It wasn’t as difficult or foreign as it should have been. He just put himself into the video in his mind and went for it, spurred on by the deep noises Harry was making above him. He didn’t even mind the heavy hand that came to rest on the back of his head to push him down.
He was hard himself by what he was doing and thrust against nothing for a while before giving in and wiggling his free hand under his boxers.
There were only a few times when Louis overestimated his skills a little too much, but none of them made him sputter enough to pull away.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Louis heard above him and doubled his efforts. That was probably a mistake when Harry started to come into his mouth and that was something Louis had not expected. He pulled off coughing and gasping for air, his eyes watering and his throat raw.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” Harry started to apologize but Louis held up his hand to stop it.
It took him a few moments to get himself together and by then he’d lost his own erection. That was fine. It had been for Harry.
“So?” Louis asked once he was no longer dying.
Harry looked like he didn’t have any words, mouth slightly ajar with a fucked out look on his face. It made Louis pause, taken aback by how affected Harry was by what he’d just done. It made his dick twitch with power.
Louis’ knees had started to ache where he knelt on the floor so he crawled up onto his side of the couch and picked up watching the movie where it was still playing. He wasn’t taking much of it in and watched out of the corner of his eye when Harry tugged his jeans back into place a few minutes later.
They finished the rest of the movie without bringing it up again.
-
Harry drew in a heavy breath to steady himself before he rang the doorbell. The week had been a blur and suddenly he was standing in front of Louis’ house with his six pack of some random $12 beer on yet another Friday night.
He was embarrassed and ashamed of everything that happened, but a larger part of himself was drawn back to the scene of the crime. At any point he could have called to cancel or just not shown up, yet here he was.
It was surprising how easily he’d been able to largely ignore the crisis brewing in the deepest pockets of his soul. It was business as usual until the sight of the single light illuminating the front porch brought him right back into it.
Louis answered the door with his hair still damp and immediately all Harry could do was picture him naked in the shower, water and soap suds running down over his bare skin. He experienced a brief moment of vertigo when all of his blood left his head in a rush. Wearing his long peacoat when he left the house had been such a good idea.
Thankfully, it wasn’t awkward when Louis ushered him in and they headed down to the basement like every other Friday night. Louis looked so comfy in his sweats and tshirt that looked a couple sizes too big and Harry wondered if he should start dressing down for their hangouts more than he already was. At least he’d worn some loose trousers this time instead of his skin tight jeans.
The evening was normal as they made their way through the beer and Harry thought that maybe they could just forget everything dick related that had happened between them. Louis had done him a favour as a friend, had given him a chance to see if the porn had any influence on his state of arousal or the guy that was doing it.
Harry still wasn’t sure if he had the answer to that question, still trying to assure himself it had just been having a mouth on his dick in general. He was married. Being sexually attracted to men was irrelevant.
At least that’s what he told himself until Louis flipped to some documentary type reality show on swingers.
“Do you think those men just use swinging as an excuse to fuck other men?” Louis asked before taking another swig of his beer from the bottle.
“I thought they just, you know, switched partners,” Harry said with a confused frown. He’d never quite understood the concept if he was being honest.
“But look at them,” Louis motioned towards the tv with his bottle, “If they get together in that orgy room, there’s no way their dicks aren’t bumping asses at some point.”
Harry blushed but laughed. It seemed like a valid point.
“Maybe, when you put it like that.”
“Think about it. Swinging would be a much better cover than going out and finding some guy to fuck,” Louis said with a shrug.
“But your wife would have to be on board, too. And then she’d see you doing it.” Harry tried to imagine what it would be like to have Katie see him with a man. It was a weird thought and he didn’t like it. Having Louis blow him in his basement was one thing, but having his wife watch it happen was something he didn’t think he’d ever be able to do.
“I guess if that’s your only option. Not everyone gets to have secret basement blowjobs.”
Harry’s cheeks burned red hot at it being brought up so casually like it was a normal topic of conversation.
“Does anyone?” Harry asked, nervously trying to joke it off.
“You do,” Louis said, but it was with a smirk and a suggestive look thrown his way.
Harry’s palms felt sweaty and he wiped them on his thighs. It was the wrong move to make as it reminded him of the warmth of Louis’ hands traveling up his thighs the week before. He bit his lip as the images flashed through his mind.
“And you liked it. A lot.” Louis stated for Harry just as his dick gave a twitch in his pants. “You don’t seem like the swinging type, but you can’t deny you’re a basement blowjob type.”
Harry’s breath caught in his chest when Louis’ hand slid across his thigh to rest over his crotch. It was a warm weight that settled over his dick that was showing an embarrassing amount of interest. It stayed in place until Harry couldn’t stand to ignore it anymore and broke down with a small whimper. He liked it entirely way too much and wanted to buck up into Louis’ hand until he came.
“Make any headway on answering those questions?” Louis asked in a breathy voice that was suddenly close to his ear.
He hadn’t been aware of Louis moving. He shook his head.
“Listen, I’m horny and you’re hard. We could help each other figure it out.”
Harry’s eyes closed as Louis squeezed him through his pants. He’d tried to have sex with Katie again since last Friday and it had taken him a lot of foreplay to get even a fraction of the way there and now he was rock hard with just a hand and a whisper. It was very telling even if he didn’t want to admit it.
He nodded. He wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to, but he was in.
Louis swung his leg over to straddle his hips, settling down in his lap so their crotches met. He looked down between them and then up to Louis’ face where he looked hungry and absolutely sinful. His lips were moist and his eyelashes were long, they were the first things Harry was drawn to up close and he wet his own lips unconsciously at the sight.
“Fuck, you always look so innocent,” Louis murmured and then cupped Harry’s jaw with his hands and dove in for a kiss. It was sloppy and obscene and nothing like any kiss he’d ever exchanged with his wife.
At first he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands and then they naturally found their way to grip the curve of Louis’ hips to grind them closer. His instincts felt so intune with what Louis’ was doing, each twitch and action of his body happening without thought. It felt so good to not have to think and rethink each of his moves, to tell his body how it should react and then willing it to do so.
“Want to blow you again,” Louis said breathily against his lips, “You have such a pornstar dick.”
Harry made a strange noise between a moan and a whine which made them both huff out laughs against each other’s mouths. It didn’t feel heavy like the life altering shift it was, it was light hearted and addicting.
This time Harry’s trousers came off in a jumble of hands until he was bare from the waist down. He didn’t even have long enough to think how awkward it felt to still be wearing his shirt before Louis was on his knees between his legs and swallowing him down.
It was so fucking good that he bucked up and his fingers threaded into Louis’ hair. He didn’t think he’d ever been so in the heat of the moment and he refused to overthink himself out of it.
Hands spread his thighs wide as he watched the way Louis’ lips looked around his cock. It felt so good that he closed his eyes and lost himself to it, not even bothering to quiet his moans.
Louis pushed one of his thighs up and then there was something cold against the place no one had ever touched. His eyes flew open and he jumped, staring down with wide eyes.
“What the fuck?” he gasped out as Louis pulled off.
“Wanted to try it,” Louis breathed heavily as the wet finger gave an experimental press against him again. Where the fuck had the lube come from?
More pressure was applied to his hole and it felt so strange that he relaxed into it. Okay, yeah, sure. He gave a bit of a nod and Louis’ mouth went right back to his dick with as much enthusiasm as he had before.
This time Harry kept his eyes open, chest rising and falling as he anticipated pain or whatever was going to happen. It was weird but not painful when the first finger slid in and he shifted his hips as he got used to the feeling. Another went in at the same time Louis swiped his tongue over the head of his cock and he gasped in at the jolt it sent through his body. They were all sensations he wasn’t used to but ones he could definitely enjoy once the shock of it wore off.
He came with Louis’ mouth on his cock and two fingers in his ass, panting as he watched the movement of Louis’ shoulder as he got himself off out of his line of sight.
They stared at each other afterward the same way they had before, and this time, Harry didn’t have the urge to bolt.
“Is this what always happens on boy’s nights?” Harry asked as Louis wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
“I don’t know, never had one,” Louis responded with a small laugh. It was infectious and caused Harry to shake his head and grin like they both suddenly realized how ridiculous the situation was. Their little boy’s night had been set up by their wives and now Harry was naked from the waist down and Louis had traces of Harry’s come stuck in his stubble.
As ridiculous as it was, the sight of Louis on his knees for him made something warm stir deep within him. He didn’t have the urge to cover himself or get dressed right away as he normally did with Katie. He didn’t feel hollow or unsatisfied as he often did. For once, he actually felt sated and light, enough that it felt good to laugh.
Louis handed him his pants and then passed over another beer, and in that moment, Harry was more comfortable with someone than he had ever been in his life.
-
Louis was bouncing with energy as he bounded up the stairs to answer the door. Due to rotating schedules, it had been weeks since Harry slipped out into the early hours of morning after such a heated kiss that Louis was left stunned and breathless. That night had broken a dam between them. However, the burst had continued to flood until Louis didn’t know if he could take it any longer. He’d spent so much time with his hand thinking about it that it was starting to feel unhealthy.
He pulled the door open and they both pretended like it was any other day. They exchanged some awkward greetings and small talk about what kind of beer Harry had brought over this time as they always did. The difference was the buzz of energy that Louis could feel coming off of Harry the same way he knew it was coming off of him.
They’d barely made it to the bottom of the stairs before Louis’ lips were on his, Harry’s hands were gripping his bum and the beer had dropped to the floor with the clinking crash of glass breaking. At least one of them had surely broken as the sharp and sweet scent of beer surrounded them.
“Shit, is this okay?” Louis’ words came out mumbled against Harry’s lips.
“Yeah, just shut up, I’ve been fucking horny for weeks,” the slur of Hary’s words into his mouth going straight to his dick. Harry never talked like that. He was always so timid and had to talk around his true meaning until Louis picked it up on his own. He didn’t have to question that they were on the same page.
“Bedroom,” Louis instructed, peeling them away from the wall at the bottom of the stairs.
“What? Not your--”
“Guest room,” Louis answered as he steered them towards the basement bedroom someone had put in when they finished the basement of the house. The drop ceiling was low and the bed looked plain and out of place as the only furniture in the room. There was a faded blue bedspread and two flat pillows in white cases against the headboard. It was where members of his family stayed when they came to visit, but other than that, they rarely entered the room. Now it would be where Louis got Harry off.
He stumbled backwards until he was falling onto the bed and Harry’s weight followed him down. Harry was just as hungry for it as he was, climbing over him until their hips were level and grinding together. It was so different from the hesitant blushing of their other encounters and Louis was so hard. He knew that Harry was embracing the part of himself that was apparently very gay, but those thoughts hadn’t crossed Louis’ mind. What he did with Harry was just good. Really good. Like bringing his favourite porn to life. He was just helping Harry figure things out. That’s all it was. He could enjoy himself while being a good friend at the same time.
They fumbled to get each other’s clothes off and Louis was surprised to see Harry’s torso littered in tattoos. It was a clear indication that the shy and hesitant Harry that Louis knew wasn’t as innocent and sheltered as he’d first thought. Louis wanted to get his mouth on every one of them. Although he had a few himself, Louis didn’t usually find tattoos attractive. On Harry, they looked like a vital part of his soul. Without being able to explain it, they moved with his body to draw the eyes to the best parts.
They got off with naked cocks rubbing against each other, Harry on top and controlling the pace. His lips tasted faintly of mint surrounded by the light sweetness that was the rest of his mouth. Louis licked in hungrilly until they both slowly settled.
“Fuck. Couldn’t stop thinking about this,” Harry breathed against Louis’ neck.
“I know,” Louis nodded, “It’s been too long.”
He let Harry trace patterns onto his skin, just touching him in a way that he didn’t normally tolerate. Cuddles he liked, but this was something more intimate than that. He found that he didn’t mind the feeling of Harry’s soft fingertips like he would other’s. It was the sensuality he didn’t get anywhere else, the sensuality he didn’t know he was craving until Harry gave it to him.
It wasn’t like Sherrie’s ticklish touch that made his skin crawl after they were done. He thought he just didn’t like to be touched after sex and Sherrie knew that about him. It was different with Harry’s weight against his side, their soft dicks still just inches apart. They still felt connected in this strange and secret experiment and Louis didn’t want their skin to stop touching.
They got off together again before they left the bedroom, this time with mouths as he let Harry give it a go. Sloppy inexperience was so much better than obligation for both sides. Harry’s enthusiasm made all the difference and it was the best blowjob of his life even with its beginner’s flaws.
The rest of the night was spent in front of the tv, both lazy and fading in and out as they took turns leaning into the other’s shoulder until it was time for Harry to leave.
-
Harry moaned as Louis sucked on his nipple and then nipped it with his teeth. It was magical how Louis could so easily find erogenous zones on his body that he never knew existed. Katie never tried to touch him or kiss him in new places when they had sex. He had assumed that the passionate sex portrayed in movies or the romanc novel type sex never really happened. And then Louis started to blow his mind.
“Want you to fuck me,” Harry panted against Louis’ ear as their dicks slid together, Louis’ grounding weight giving him confidence. It was something he had been thinking about over the past few weeks and now that they wouldn’t see each other for a few more, Harry thought it was time to bring it up. Louis was leaving for vacation and then their schedules wouldn’t line up again for a few more.
It made his head spin to look back at how quickly their nights together had transitioned from sharing awkward beers as strangers to naked nights filled with multiple orgasms if they could muster it over the course of their wives’ twelve hour shifts. It was like the sexual awakening he always imagined he’d have but never came after he first started having sex. He craved it and he wanted it all the time. He felt like a teenager.
Louis pulled away just enough to make eye contact.
“Loved the way your fingers felt last time,” Harry said as he took his own dick into his hand. After living in his own body for 33 years, Harry was in the process of finding out he had never been intune with it. Louis’ fingers had introduced him to a spot he didn’t know was there and he’d been chasing the feeling ever since.
Louis dropped down across the bed so he could reach over and pull his supplies from where they were shoved between the mattress and box springs from the last time. Harry was glad they were on the same page when it came to sex and it made everything feel that much better. He grinned when he saw that Louis had purchased condoms, something he knew Louis didn’t use with his wife. He’d gone out and purchased condoms for them .
Harry had to admit that he’d used his own fingers in the shower a few times just to measure how it would feel to have something larger stretch him open. He felt like he was ready for it. Ready to try it, at least. Nervous flutters made him giddy now as he waited for it. For once he wouldn’t be the one doing the fucking, he would be the one to lie back and enjoy it.
Already naked, Harry crawled up on his hands and knees and spread his thighs enough that he felt open and vulnerable. Sneaky internet searches had told him it was a good position for beginners. He liked the way it felt for his hard cock to hang free between his legs and wiggled his hips a little to feel it shift along with his balls.
“I’ve never had anal sex, have you?” Louis asked as the mattress shifted under his knees as he moved to kneel between Harry’s feet.
“Definitely not,” Harry shook his head.
“Even the other way, though? Doing the fucking?”
“Again, definitely not.” Harry turned his head to look at Louis over his shoulder. “Katie doesn’t even like to change positions when we have sex. That has never been something I’ve even considered trying with her.”
“Fair enough,” Louis nodded as he lubed up his fingers and touched them to Harry’s hole.
It was different from the other times knowing that Louis could actually see what he was doing. He never thought he’d be okay with anyone seeing his asshole so intimately and yet here they were and he was asking for it.
“I guess there isn’t much incentive for girls to want it,” Louis continued as one finger circled and then pushed its way inside.
Harry closed his eyes and dropped his head forward. It still felt so weird, but in a good way. Louis was gentle when he started while still having a purpose, the driving force of arousal still pushing them forward.
Sneaking porn had become a secret shame but a necessary way to gain more insight into what he and Louis had started together. He knew Louis had been watching more too as they’d started sending links to each other of things they found particularly hot or things they wanted to try with each other. There were no boundaries between them in that respect and it was liberating to allow himself to explore without judgement.
He pushed back onto Louis’ fingers and moaned for more. It felt so good when Louis touched him and he didn’t have to be the one in charge. Katie never even liked being on top and never touched his dick if she could avoid it. Louis wrapped his hand around it and pulled without warning, the surprise element making it even better. Louis was the one to initiate so much and Harry liked it. He liked being able to shut off his thoughts and just enjoy it.
“Please Lou, fuck me,” Harry begged after relentless circles against his prostate brought him so close to the edge and then backed off again and again until he had the urge to scream.
He felt a soft kiss pressed against his ass and then the movement of the mattress beneath him as Louis shuffled closer. Harry closed his eyes as he waited, resting his forehead down on his hands that were crossed on the bed. At some point he had shifted down to his elbows which left his ass even more exposed. He didn’t even care how he looked and took long slow breaths and concentrated on not reaching down to give some relief to his dick.
The lube was cold and Louis’ fingers warm as he added another layer and then steadied Harry’s hips with one firm hand. It was grounding and made him hyper aware of all the places they were touching. There weren’t many – the brush against his calf, another against his thigh. They were all ghosts of anticipation of what he knew was coming.
The head of Louis’ cock was warm as he slid it through the lube and then applied soft pressure as he moved it into position. Harry had to concentrate to keep himself still, anxiously waiting. He glanced over his shoulder and had to look away, the look of hunger on Louis’ face too much for him right now. It was no question that both of them thoroughly enjoyed what they were doing together, but there was still a hint of uncertainty that popped up every now and then. Seeing Louis’ showing no signs of regret made it all rocket directly down to his dick.
It wasn’t exactly like fingers when Louis slowly pushed in. It didn’t hurt, but at the beginning it reminded him of how disappointing sex with Katie had been the first time. Expecting so much more, he was disappointed when he lost his virginity and that same feeling began to settle low in his stomach as Louis entered him. He even started to go a little soft. The moans and breaths coming from behind him suggested Louis was enjoying it and Harry wasn’t going to stop him for that. They could just go back to handies and blowjobs after this and Harry could cross it off his list. He even started to go a little soft as Louis’ hips pressed against his cheeks once he was fully inside.
Harry did enjoy having Louis pressed against him and even liked the way lube-sticky fingers indented the squishy meat of his hips. Louis checked in on him and he gave a nod that he was alright before pulling back and slowly pushing back in. It wasn’t painful and wasn’t exactly even uncomfortable, it was just different.
The weird thing about it was that he didn’t dislike it. He thought it would be one way or the other, a clear love or hate, straight or gay. Louis pulled him back and changed the angle then changed the speed again and again after every few thrusts. It worked to stretch him out even more and before long he was pushing back to meet every thrust. He was so busy focusing on his disappointment that he was already fully hard and breathing heavily before he realized how much he had started to get into it. The feeling wasn’t so foreign now and he anticipated Louis’ motions so they were moving together. Instead of being the one responsible for all the work, their bodies negotiated the rhythm together.
It wasn’t mindblowing and yet Harry was already thinking of making the next time better now that it wasn’t so strange.
When Louis reached around and gripped his cock, he felt his whole body react to it. Louis bucked into him harder with a gutteral noise that made Harry whimper. It felt so good now with so many things going on and he closed his eyes and just let himself take it in as Louis’ slammed into him and grunted as he came. Harry came quickly after when Louis’ attention was focused just on him and then they both stayed where they were, breathing heavily and waiting for thoughts to form.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Louis muttered to himself as he stumbled off the bed. Harry turned his face just enough to watch Louis remove the condom from the corner of his eye and then hid his smile against the inside of his elbow. He felt good. Really good.
“Did you like it?” Harry asked, finally stretching out onto his stomach. He quickly jumped up as his cold wet mess hit his stomach. His nose wrinkled in disgust as Louis laughed and tossed him a towel from the closet.
After the towel made a few passes over his stomach he glanced up to see Louis giving his dick a cursory wipe. He watched him squeeze the towel down his dick and then give everything a good rub. It was such an ordinary thing to do, something Harry himself did after a shower, and yet he found it so arousing that he couldn’t look away. Louis wasn’t doing it for Harry to see, he wasn’t doing it to get a reaction from him the way he did when he slid his hand into his joggers and waited to see how long it took Harry to notice.
It was such a domestic act and Harry was salivating over the sight. He allowed his eyes to roam up his naked torso and was hit with the biggest moment of self realization he’d ever had. He was staring at the naked body of another man and he felt more than he ever had seeing his wife naked. Harry appreciated her body when he saw her undressed, but until now it hadn’t occurred to him that maybe it wasn’t attraction at all. This was attraction. This was arousal. This was what Harry truly wanted.
He was still reluctant to admit it, but there was no doubt that he was gay. If everything else hadn’t been a clear indication, it was this moment that confirmed it for him. It wasn’t just the dick he liked, it was everything else attached to it as well. Their first time having real, penetrative sex and it was Louis wiping himself off afterwards that knocked it into him.
Louis came over to pull the soiled comforter off the bed and Harry kept his realizations quiet. He allowed himself to look at Louis’ body completely and with no shame. Louis was soft between his legs and it was the first time Harry was seeing it in such a normal state. I loved he way it looked even when sex wasn’t part of it.
Louis yawned and climbed up onto the bed next to him with a clean blanket from the closet. It was the scratchy kind that wasn’t comfortable but kept for the guest bed because you couldn’t justify throwing it away. Harry didn’t mind the replacement when Louis pecked him on the lips and then snuggled in next to him.
“Just going to close my eyes for a few minutes,” Louis said and Harry felt the same.