1/1/02: Living with my best friend Andrew had its ups and
downs, and like any roommate situation, there were problems.
Overall, however, there was nothing I could really complain
about. Sure Andrew was a bit of a slob, and he would disappear
on weeknights for hours at a time, ignoring his share of the
chores around the apartment, but I didn't mind picking up
after him. After all, he was my friend, and even though I
personally felt he was someone way beneath me, I was able
to put up with his shit.
A lot of my friends questioned my living with
Andrew considering I was married. Well, the reason was simple.
Andrew and I were on assignment at a training camp for a few
months, and the location was a bit out of the city. Rather
than drive home every day, Andrew and I figured it would save
us a lot of time living close to the camp. Plus, we had weekends
to ourselves, so it wasn't that big of a deal. I went home
to my wife on weekends, and she respected my temporary schedule.
My new living arrangements were actually her suggestion, and
she liked the idea of having our place to herself during the
1/2/02: Andrew and I had entry-level positions
in the same company, despite my superiority over him in the
social department. Everyone thought he was a geek, a loser,
someone you barely wanted to know. People usually ignored
him at parties, and my wife used to complain about our friendship
for hours. Things settled down over the last few months. My
wife and Andrew became better friends, even having diner without
me on some nights when I had to work late. My friend's became
Andrew's as a result of his friendship with my wife. Soon
they began to see that he wasn't such a bad guy, that he was
actually pretty cool. Still, in the back of my head, Andrew
would always be the neighborhood loser in my eyes, and I felt
personally responsible for turning Andrew from a "nobody"
into a "somebody".
As shallow as that sounds, our friendship
consisted of a lot of competition. I have never actually beaten
Andrew at anything since I knew him, which probably has something
to do with my complex feelings toward our friendship. At any
rate, Andrew was welcome in our circle now, a move that may
have been a mistake on my part. A very bad mistake.
Andrew and I were also on a wrestling team,
and despite the fact that I never have beaten him one on one,
he was my partner as well. Our wrestling matches always consisted
of him beating me, but it was the competition to me that mattered,
the physical aspect, and the mental challenge. For Andrew,
it was about making me squeal, something he took great pride
in whenever Laryssa was watching us.
1/6/02: I kind of prided myself having Laryssa
as a trophy wife. She was the hottest girl in our neighborhood,
and every guy I knew wanted a piece of her. Andrew, as I mentioned,
was known as the neighborhood loser, and no one really liked
him. He had a really bad attitude, and could only carry on
conversations with someone by putting them down, always insulting
them non-intentionally. The only person he didn't do that
to was Laryssa. With her, he was on his best behavior, mostly
because he had a crush on her. I had always suspected that
he masturbated thinking of her, and once I had even caught
him watching my wife and I have sex. I had no worries though,
since Laryssa was one of many people that hated Andrew. She
used to tell me she hated the way he smelled. We used to laugh
about that. Andrew's scent.
1/10/02: I was watching television with Andrew,
when the doorbell rang. Andrew went to the door to see who
it was. It was Laryssa, who kissed Andrew on the lips and
let herself in. The kiss kind of startled me, because I thought
their friendship didn't exceed a few forced conversations.
I dismissed it. I never did anything to discourage Andrew's
little crush on Laryssa, since she told me she hated him many
times over. The last few weeks were kind of weird though.
She had always complained about the way that he smelled since
the day she met him. The last few weeks her complaints had
reached an all time high—she couldn't stop talking about
the way he smelled when he were alone together. I even told
her she was starting to get obsessed by his odour, which we
both laughed off. Even though she didn't think I'd notice,
the last 2 weeks I had noticed her taking every opportunity
to smell the air whenever he was around…and complaining
less. My wife and I watched some TV before I fell asleep.
She woke me up in the middle of the night, crawling in to
bed quietly so as to not wake me up. I assumed she had to
go to the bathroom, but couldn't understand why she was sweaty…and
smelled kind of like Andrew.
1/12/02: The three of us had a lot to drink
at the local pub, and most of my friends were hanging out
with Andrew, which was a change. I sat there alone in the
booth, sipping my Heineken, watching Andrew's arm around Laryssa
as they chatted it up with my friends. What had changed, I
wondered to myself. It was only a few weeks ago that my friends
couldn't stand that loser, and now he was the center of attention—and
he had his arm around my wife?? What was that all about? Dismissing
it, I walked over to the group, who suddenly became quiet
when I arrived. A few of my friends nodded to me before looking
down, like they knew something I didn't. Andrew just gave
me a wink and that smirk, the smirk that told me he had something
on me, and would probably hold it over me like he usually
did. Andrew was an asshole like that, but I just got used
to it over the years. I saw Laryssa whisper something in his
ear before she went back to the booth, which made Andrew smile
and wink at me. I had no idea what was in the air, but I didn't
like it. It was starting to make me uncomfortable.
1/15/02: After a few hours of hanging out
and drinking, Andrew and I were wrestling, just acting like
rascals, while my wife was watching the whole thing. She was
watching Andrew like a hawk as he maneuvered around me. The
tip of her Heineken bottle traced her lips as Andrew laid
one move after another on me. He was butchering me, making
me look completely helpless and useless, until he gave me
a few smacks on the head with is right hand and told me I
had enough for one day. He exhaled and took of his t-shirt,
sweat dripping from his smelly body, and sat right next to
Laryssa, who made room for him on the couch. I laughed off
my defeat and told Andrew I wanted a rematch, but he didn't
hear me. He was too busy talking to my wife, who gave him
her undivided attention. I screamed out "Hey!" at
him and he gave me a smirk and said "can't you see I'm
busy?" I muttered "cocksucker" under my breath.
"What was that?" he said, Laryssa looking at me
with raised eyebrows. "I called you a cocksucker, dickhead.
Now come back here and face me like a man!" I smiled,
trying to lure him into the rematch I asked for. Andrew smiled
at me and said, "I'm no cocksucker. I might have a big
cock but I'm no cocksucker".
That comment seemed to make my wife smile.
At this point, I had just about enough of their obvious flirtations
around one another. I mean, I knew Andrew was a dickhead by
nature, and would always hit on her no matter what, but what
happened to my annoyed wife who hated the thought of being
in the same room with him? Why was she suddenly happy being
the object of his affection? Didn't she realize this was making
me feel humiliated? "Don't do this," my wife said
to me. "He'll kill you again, like he always does. You
can't beat him, so don't embarrass yourself any further."
Laryssa and Andrew smiled at one another before both of their
smiles turned to snickers directed my way. "Well, why
don't you show me then?" I said in frustration. However,
Andrew responded with something I didn't expect.
"Alright, you wanna call me a cocksucker,
let's have a cocksucker stipulation. The loser gets a blowjob
by Laryssa. What do you say, babe?" he said to my wife,
who smiled and licked her lips in anticipation. "Go for
it!" she said out loud, not making any eye contact with
I couldn't believe she said that, I mean,
she didn't even like giving me head, why would she take up
Andrew's offer? Before I even had a chance to respond, Andrew
tackled me at the legs, threw me around like a rag doll, and
even locked me in one of his patented submission moves, making
me squeal and cry in front on Laryssa. She had her eyes opened
wide, probably in fear in what she would have to do to the
winner. I was taken by surprise, but I knew this would have
to be the one match I would have to win. I mean, everything
was on the line here. Their flirtations reached an all time
high, and the possibility of my wife going down on my best
friend was too much to handle. I would never live that down.
Andrew would never let me.
I lay on the ground, looking up at Andrew,
who broke the ankle-lock hold he had on me. He started to
back off and walk toward the couch, but I jumped to my feet
and tackled him to the ground, both of us landing right by
Laryssa's feet. Andrew reversed my move on him and had me
on my back, his knees pinning my shoulders to the ground.
He took his big right hand and smacked me on the face a few
times, making Laryssa giggle. "Give up, cocksucker."
Andrew said to me. "You can't beat me. You never could
and you never will." I shook my head, determined to get
my first ever victory over my buddy, but before I knew it,
Andrew told Laryssa to make the three count, seeing as though
I my shoulders were pinned to the ground. There was no way
a stronger Andrew was going to let me up. Laryssa got on her
hands and knees beside Andrew and made the three count, which
made me scream "NO!", Andrew scream "Yeah!",
and Laryssa moan and smile.
Andrew got up and put his thumb on Laryssa's
lips, which made her grin at me. Andrew thumbed her pouty
lips and she sucked on it, moaning as she did. She took his
big sweaty hand that he had just smacked me around with and
licked each finger, telling him how gross and disgusting he
tasted. "Yeah, but you love it, don't ya babe?"
he responded to her. She just gave him a wink and walked over
to the couch.
Andrew started to follow her, but I jumped
him from behind again, trying to stop the inevitable. Andrew
sensed me coming and flipped me over, putting me in a headlock.
I screamed at him to let me go, but he wouldn't break the
hold, instead only tightened it. I tried to grab a part of
his body for support, first his hips, then his stomach, then,
accidentally, his crotch. It was hard, fat and bulging. I
looked up at him and realized his eyes were on Laryssa. I
looked at her and she was returning the look. There was no
point preventing the inevitable. I knew I was a defeated man.
Worse, I knew I couldn't stop the two of them from doing what
they both wanted. Realizing my defeat, I tapped his thigh
a few times, the sign for giving up in a wrestling match.
Andrew broke the hold and I fell to the floor. I rolled over
and looked up at him. He was smirking at me again, shaking
his head as he did.
I watched his fingers unbuckle his belt slowly
as he walked over to Laryssa, his foot accidentally hitting
my face as he approached her. I closed my eyes in humiliation,
but when I opened them, I couldn't close them again for the
life of me. Andrew had his arm around Laryssa's waist, and
was kissing her passionately, her arms wrapped around his
neck. She was rubbing her fingers against his short hair,
sucking his bottom lip every time their lips parted. She buried
her nose against his neck and inhaled, smelling his body up
close and personal. This was humiliating. My wife was about
to worship my best friend right in front of me, and there
was nothing I could do about it. Andrew broke the kiss and
smiled at Laryssa, who returned the smile, and then suddenly
both their heads turned to me on the ground. They laughed
uncontrollably at me as I rose up and pleaded to the both
of them. "You guys can't really do this." I started
to protest. "Laryssa, you're my fucking wife for Pete's
sake! Andrew—dude, I can't let you do this to me—to
her! You can't do this!"
"Oh?" he said to me. "I can't
kiss your wife? Well guess what wimp, I just did." "Fine,"
I said. "You kissed her, you win. Game over. No more
of this bullshit. Laryssa, it's time for you go home."
"I don't think so honey," she said
to me. "This is something a long time coming. I want
to suck off your best friend. And you know what? I've wanted
to for a long time now."
"You can't be serious!" I said in
shock. "You told me you hated him! You were the one who
complained about him the most! Now you're gonna let his smelly
cock invade your sweet mouth?"
"She sure is dude," Andrew laughed.
"She's gonna take it all the way in her mouth and she's
going to beg me for more."
"You can't do that to her." I told
"I can and I will. Watch and learn, dude,
watch and learn."
I was fuming. I was about to pounce on Andrew
I was so mad, so embarrassed, so humiliated, when Laryssa
got off the couch and stood before me. She put her hand on
my chest to calm me down. She ran her fingers through my hair
and gave me a kiss on the lips. "There, there, sweetie."
She said to me. "Everything's gonna be okay."
"It is honey?" I asked with lost
puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, don't worry."
"So you won't go down on him?" I
"Oh hell yeah I will!" she said
with lit eyes, her attitude suddenly eager and excited. "Honey,
I have to have some of that cock! Come on, don't tell me the
way he smells doesn't drive you crazy! I mean, I can smell
the sweat off his cock from here. I love that smell, and I
think I always have. But I'll tell you what. Just so you don't
feel uncomfortable, we'll do it right in front of you. How
does that sound?"
I mumbled and stuttered, falling to my knees as she walked
away from me. She stood in front of Andrew and kissed him
lightly on the lips. "Don't embarrass yourself by attacking
Andrew. He'll hurt you, just like he always does. Honey, I'm
really sorry about this, but the fact is, you just don't'
compare to Andrew."
"NO!" I screamed. "He doesn't
compare to me! Can't you see that? Look who were taking about—the
neighborhood fuckin' loser! You can't tell me I don't compare
"You really don't." She said. "Look
at you, you get your ass kicked by him every day! And your
cock…well, you know there is only so much I can do with
This really got me pissed. "What the
fuck are you talking about, you slutty little bitch?!"
I shouted at her. "I'm not small! I'm 7 freakin' inches!"
This made Andrew chuckle as he rubbed my wife's tits with
his big sweaty hands. "Yeah, I know." Laryssa said
mockingly at me. "But he's not." Laryssa got on
her knees and looked up at my best friend, then undid his
button-fly pants one button at a time. She stuck her nose
in his crotch and inhaled before pulling down his pants to
his ankles. Out sprang the fattest cock I had ever seen. My
eyes bugged out at the monster before my wife's face, and
the room was filled with the scent of cock. That scent that
was so familiar to me—his cock sweat. It's funny, but
in the entire time I've known Andrew, I never realized that
the smell that followed him around was the sent of his package.
And now that same scent was going to linger on my wife's breath.
"Tell wimpy how big you think my cock
is, baby." Andrew said to Laryssa as he bounced his cock
up and down on my wife's pouty lips. "Damn!" Laryssa
yelled, "Honey, he has to be at least 11 inches...and
as fat as a beer can!" He had me beat in the size department,
no questions asked. Laryssa didn't seem to care about the
size of his cock as much as she did sniffing it. She seemed
to sniff with each lick she gave his balls. She seemed to
be almost obsessed by the scent of my best friend's cock.
That was it. That's what Andrew's hold on my wife was. The
way he smelled was like an aphrodisiac for her. All the times
she complained about the way he smelled she really must have
been in denial. She was denying herself the pleasure of my
best friend's cock.
"How could you?" I cried. "How
could you do this to me. How could both of you humiliate me
"Because you're a wimp, asshole"
Andrew responded as he gripped my wife's hair, her mouth bobbing
up and down on his rock hard monster. Her gulps and slurps
were getting louder with every thrust he pumped into her sweat
innocent mouth. "I put up with your little sissy attitude
for this long, but I gotta tell you buddy, you are really
one sad mother fucker. Everyone hates you, you know. Everyone
in the neighborhood thinks you're the neighborhood loser."
"No, that's you, you dipstick."
I yelled, crying like a baby. "You're the loser. You're
the one everyone hates. Ask any of my friends."
"You mean my friends." Andrew said
as he looked at me in disgust, his eyebrow raised. "You
don't actually think those guys are your friends do you? I
mean, I let you hang out with us and all, but they can't stand
you anymore dude! All they do is make fun of you. Hell, I'm
the only one who sticks up for you!"
"You're lying!" I said.
"Um, no I'm not." He said, almost
in sympathy for me. My wife took her lips of his cock and
looked at me. "He's right," she said. "Everyone
really does hate you, baby. The only people who are nice to
you are the ones who feel sorry for you. I used to think Andrew
was a geek, but he's so much more of a man than you could
ever be. We're not going to pretend you're something your
not. You are the one people can't stand. Not Andrew."
My heart collapsed and shattered in a million
pieces by those words.
Andrew put his arm around my wife as they
walked toward my bedroom. The door closed, and I curled up
in the fetal position. I cried and I cried, partially because
of the revelation of the affair, but mostly because of the
truth Andrew spoke, the denial I had cast myself in. After
about 10 minutes, a buck naked Andrew came out sweaty as hell
and dragged me into the bedroom by the hair and shoved me
down on his bed, my naked wife laying on her back with her
legs opened wide. She gave me a wink and Andrew gave me the
"thumbs up" sign as he stroked his cock toward her
mouth. I tried to hide my hard-on watching my wife licking
the head of his huge cock. When I tried to touch her, Andrew
slapped my face, leaving a mark. Andrew told me that my cock
wasn't big enough to please her, and Laryssa shrugged her
shoulders at me in agreement, her throat gagging on Andrew's
huge tool. She was stroking his massive cock as her tongue
French kissed the giant head of his dick as she looked at
me, taking breaks to brag about the size of Andrew's massive
package. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to cum right
Instead, I took my hands off my crotch and
put them against my ears when she told Andrew to "fuck
Andrew smiled and forced all 11 inches deep
in her wet pussy very slowly, which made her scream in pleasure.
My wife was calling my best friend's name as I watched, and
she kept looking at me with every stroke he pumped into her.
I took out my cock in humiliation, and they both laughed hard
at me. Andrew picked up my wife and shoved her on top of me,
then got top of her, making me gasp for air. Andrew began
pumping her hard, making her scream, and his face was inches
away from mine. He smiled at me and spit in my face, telling
me how much of a wimp I was for letting this happen. "Wait'll
I tell the guys this!" I heard him whisper in Laryssa's
ear, making her giggle. "No…no, don't…you
can't!" I whimpered, but they ignored me. "Ugh yeah,
Andrew" Laryssa shouted. "Show the wimp what a real
man's all about. Show him who's boss around here! Show him
why you're the one that's fucking me and not him! Show him!
Prove to him that you are the fucking man!!!!"
His thrusts made her cum so fast she screamed
his name. "Andrew, I'm cumming," she yelled. Gallons
of cum flooded the bed. Andrew pulled out his impressive package
and stocked it all over my wife's face, which was inches away
from mine. Within seconds, our faces were both drenched in
my best friend's cum, Andrew taking turns dousing our faces
with his hot white sticky fluid. The thing is, he never stopped
cumming, he just kept on going and going. I realized what
my wife was taking about—Andrew sure did show me. Ropes
of cum hung from our mouths, and Laryssa even snowballed some
of it into my mouth, forcing me to swallow. There was too
much, and I was getting the impression, the strongest of impressions,
that this was not the first sexual encounter between the two