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The opportunity arose when Reggie’s kids and my kids had decided to go camping together with some friends and their families over Labor Day weekend.

The next part wasn’t as easy to make happen – getting rid of our wives. I had approached the subject with Reggie about having a weekend together, just the two of us, and he was all for the idea. I explained that since our kids were gone Labor Day weekend, we just needed to find a way to get our wives to go somewhere.

The next day at the gym, Reggie came over to me while I was working out with a big smile on his face.

“I did it,” he smirked.

“Did what?” I asked.

“Got rid of our wives Labor Day weekend,” he answered, his smile getting broader.

“How did you do that?” I asked, my own smile spreading across my face.

“Well, you know how much they both love to shop, right?” I nodded in response to his question. “I made reservations for them to spend the weekend shopping in New York City. You know how much they always have talked about going and spending a weekend in the Big Apple shopping their brains out, well now they have the chance.”

“You devil!” I laughed as I punched him in the arm.

We finished our workouts and headed into the locker room to shower and head on home to our wives.

Standing next to me as we showered, Reggie and I talked about all the fun we would have on the three day weekend we were going to be spending together: all the beer we would drink, all the football and baseball games we would watch, all the time we’d spend just being men, without our wives and kids around.

It was always hard not to let my eyes roam over Reggie’s body. Though it was much like mine, fit and muscular, his was, in my mind, so much more beautiful due to the black skin that covered it. My eyes always lingered on that huge slab of meat that swung freely between his legs, the head now almost completely covered by his thick foreskin.

Reggie was hairless except for his short-cropped haircut and the black triangle of pubic hair above his massive cock. There wasn’t even any hair around his asshole, as I’d seen it plenty of times when he’d bend over in the locker room right in front of my face.

I must have got lost in my thoughts about the upcoming weekend while I was staring at Reggie’s prick and he reached over and shook my arm.

“Hey, you zoned out,” he said. “I asked you, you want me to take the wives to the airport on Friday after work, or do you want me to take the kids to the Johnsons’ for their camping trip?”

“Oh,” I replied, shaking my head to get the thought of what I was gonna try to do to that long, thick, black cock when the weekend rolled around and Reggie fell into one of his comatose sleeps. “Doesn’t matter to me, I’ll take the kids, you can take the wives.”

The week seemed to drag, but each night I would meet Reggie in the gym and we’d talk about how much fun we were going to have being bachelors for the weekend.

Finally, Friday came and after work I loaded up my two boys and Reggie’s two sons into our van and took them across town to the Johnsons who were taking them camping for the weekend with their kids.

Reggie had picked up our wives and taken them to the airport and made sure they made their flight.

We had decided to meet at my house at eight o’clock and catch the last half of a baseball playoff game.

At 7:45 Reggie called and asked what he should bring over. I told him that he should just plan on staying the weekend at my place and to bring whatever he’d need to make himself feel at home.

At exactly 8:00 Reggie knocked on the door and walked in. Knocking was a formality with us as we both had free reign in each other’s homes. Reggie was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, a tank top and sandals and he was carrying a toothbrush.

“That’s all you need to feel at home?” I laughed.

“Well I couldn’t figure out what to bring, since I live next door. Figured I would run home if I needed anything else.” He grinned.

“Okay. Take it on up to my bathroom and put it in there. I’ll finish barbecuing the steaks I’ve got on the grill out back.”

Reggie ran up the stairs two at a time and was back in a few seconds meeting me outside at the stone grill I had built a few years back for backyard entertaining. I passed him a beer and was finishing up with the steaks and corn on the cob.

“What’s the plan for this weekend?” he asked.

“Just have a manly weekend,” I replied, flexing and puffing out my chest. I posed for him like a bodybuilder in the white tank top and a pair of walking shorts I was wearing.

“Sounds good, Mr. Universe,” he smiled. Then punched me in the arm so hard I almost fell over. Then we both started laughing so hard we had to sit down for a while.

I finished the steaks and pulled them off onto plates as well as the tinfoil-covered corn on the cob. We grabbed our beers and headed into the den to watch the rest of the baseball game.

During the game we just talked about stuff – all kinds of stuff. It was times like these I felt really fortunate to have Reggie as my best friend. By the time the game ended near, 10 o’clock we had finished four beers each and were feeling warm and loose.

I suggested we head out back to the hot tub and have a couple more beers before heading to bed, it was after all still just Friday and we had Saturday, Sunday and part of Monday to still hang out and have fun.

Reggie agreed that a little hot tub action and a swim in our pool would be a perfect end to the night and asked if he should run home and get his suit.

“Nah,” I said. “Just us two remember? Since no one can see in the back yard we’ll just skinny dip.”

“Great,” Reggie smiled. “When you gotta big weenie like this, it sometimes feels all choked up in swim trunks anyway.”

I just laughed and said, “In your dreams pal, in your dreams.”

We shucked our clothes in the den and headed out the glass doors to the hot tub (most people would call it a spa or Jacuzzi since it was next to our pool, made of cement and level with ground). We both sank under the hot water and onto the built-in seats across from each other finishing the beers we were drinking.

We talked and drank a couple more beers each over the next 30 minutes before Reggie suggested we hit the pool and cool off. I heartily agreed since the hot jets of the hot tub were starting to get my dick hard.

Reggie was first to jump in and swim the length of the pool and I followed right behind him. We had a great time swimming, splashing and general childish horseplay that it made me feel like we were both 18 again.

Close to midnight we were both so exhausted I suggested we call it a night.

We have a couple of outdoor shower heads near the pool to rinse off the chlorine and Reggie and I headed to those and let the warm water wash over us as we talked about how lucky we were to be neighbors and have such great lives. We truly were happy with where we both were in our careers and families.

Standing in the spray of the showers next to Reggie in the semi darkness, still slightly drunk, and very tired I reached over and put a hand on his muscular shoulder and squeezed it.

He looked into my eyes quizzically as if to ask, “What you need bro?”

Looking back into his eyes I tried to put on my most serious face and said, “I love you, man.”

Reggie put his hand on my hand and squeezed it and said in his most serious voice as well, “Yeah, well that doesn’t mean we’re gonna start picking out china patterns together and you are not getting my Bud Lite.”

We burst out laughing at the same time, then finished our showers and headed back into the house and upstairs.

“You want me in the guest room?” Reggie asked, toweling off his chiseled body.

Drying myself off I told him, that it would be fun to just sleep in the king sized bed in my room and pretend we were having a sleepover.

“Sounds good,” he said, and we strolled into the bedroom that my wife and I shared.

We both climbed into the huge bed and I had to slip under the covers quickly as my dick started to get hard thinking about what I wanted to do once Reggie fell asleep.

As he slid under the white sheets and comforter, I marveled again at how beautiful his black skin was, especially highlighted against the white bedding.

We both propped ourselves up on a couple of pillows and started up another conversation. I turned out the lights and the room got dark as we yammered on about different topics. Though dark, I could clearly see Reggie outlined against the white sheets next to me.

I was starting to get sleepy. Good food, beer, a rigorous workout playing around in the pool and the lateness of the night was taking its toll on me. Reggie was talking about his oldest sons desire to go to Stanford University when I told him I was getting sleepy.

“Yeah me too,” he said yawning. “Oh, and don’t get too shocked if I roll over and rape you in the night. My wife says I’ve done it several times to her and you know what a pain it is to try and wake me up.”

I yawned back, “Yeah try it and you’ll pull back a stub,” I said teasingly.

“Well a stub would still be bigger than most guys’ dicks,” he laughed back at me.

“True, my big-dicked friend, true.” And with that thought in my head, as much as I tried to stay awake until Reggie was asleep so I could play with his dick, I dozed off.

I woke in the middle of the night and, true to his word, Reggie had me in a bear hug. His huge cock pressing against my back and his beefy arms wrapped around my chest.

He was slowly rubbing that hard dick just above my crack along my backside. I tried to wiggle up so that it might find my hole on its own, but when I tried to move he just gripped me harder and I was stuck.

His vise grip was so tight around my arms that I could hardly breathe let alone try to move. Since my arms were trapped at my sides I was able to at least grab my dick and balls and play with them while he continued to fuck the small of my back.

His hot breath was on my neck and his breathing was erratic. His foreskin had peeled back and I could feel the loose folds moving with his cock along my backside. Pre-cum was leaking out of his deep piss slit and coating my back, making it slick as his cock moved in that slow rhythm up and down.

The eroticism of just having my back fucked by my straight best friend while he was sleeping, put me near the edge in no time as I was fisting my own cock and I was getting ready to cum.

Just as I was getting ready to shoot all over, Reggie’s grip tightened around my upper body and his cock made one last thrust along my back and I felt hot, wet jizz shooting between our bodies. That was all it took to put me over the edge and I started spurting my own cum onto my stomach, the bed and Reggie’s arms that were wrapped around me.

Reggie let out a long sigh into my ear and his grip loosened a bit but he did not let go of me.

I just lay there, loving the moment and grinning to myself as I slowly drifted back to sleep in Reggie’s arms. Right before I completely zonked out I hoped I would wake up before Reggie in the morning so I could have a little play session with his cock before he woke up. Blackness overtook me and I fell into the most peaceful, comfortable sleep I could imagine.

To be continued.

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