I hardly slept at all since going to bed Monday night. I kept waking up thinking about our golf game Tuesday, and exactly what was going to happen afterwards. Skip and I had played many rounds of golf since we became friends and we drank our share of beer in the clubhouse after our matches. Yesterday, however, was different. We ended up at Skip's house having some beer and a steak, while we watched a porno. Before I knew it, I was sucking Skip's cock, and to make matters worse, his wife almost caught us. I'm not sure what to think about all of this, but we have another tee time this morning. Part of me is so fucking excited, yet another part of me is kind of scared. No, not the kind of scared that you might think. Scared because, I liked it.

Feeling Skip's hard cock sliding between my lips and rubbing against my tongue and the roof of my mouth was exciting. Feeling his body tense up and his cock begin to twitch, knowing that his warm cum was on it's way to my mouth, made me feel like I was having sex for the first time again. My cock was so fucking hard at that moment, and oozing pre-cum. Then his wife pulled in the driveway, and we almost got caught, with his cock in my mouth.

Today, our wives are going to have a spa day, dinner, a movie, and drinks after. That will keep them busy for about 12 hours. Skip and I have a tee time at 8:30 a.m. and who knows what else. I left home while my sweet wife got herself ready to be picked up by Skip's wife and as I kissed her and walked out the door, my wife called out to me, "Have fun".

"Thanks honey, you have fun too", I told her.

Skip was waiting just inside of his garage door for me and quickly threw his clubs into my trunk and we drove away. We talked about last night's ball games, the upcoming hockey playoffs, NASCAR, and all the usual stuff. Good, this was not getting weird in any way, except, that I had a bit of a chub going on as I kept slipping back to yesterday's events. Skip owed me one. He got his cock sucked, I didn't. Anyway, everything was as normal, as normal can be.

We checked in with the clubhouse and went to see the starter. He got us out right away. Again, we picked up right where we left off in the car. The start of the baseball season next week and the Tebow trade to the Jets. Just a couple of regular guys. By the third hole, I was 4 strokes in the lead and well on the way to giving Skip a thorough beating. As I lined up my 3 foot putt for another par, Skip walked up behind me and said, "I'm wearing pink panties today".

My putt ended up about 20 feet off the other side of the green.

"Skip, you fucker. That's not fair, talking while I putt."

"Don't worry Peter. You can have a do-over", he told me as he lightly touched the crotch of his slacks.

I knew that this was one of his double meaning phrases as I walked to retrieve my errant shot. I felt my cock begin to stiffen as I lined up my putt for the second time. I looked down and could easily see my cockhead poking at the front of my shorts. I felt embarrassed standing on the green with my golf buddy Skip, and having a hardon.

When Skip reached into the waistband of his slacks, he pulled the top edge down slightly, exposing what looked like a pair of silky, pink panties. Fuck, I missed my shot again.

"Only one mulligan per day", Skip reminded me. I already used my do-over.

By the sixth hole, I was 4 strokes behind. I just could not concentrate on my golf game. As I drove the cart to the tee for the seventh hole, Skip pulled up his left pant leg above his sock and revealed that he was wearing red nylon stockings underneath. I fucking near drove the cart into a tree.

Skip did not have to say a word, nor did I. We both looked at our watches and saw that it was 10:35 am and knew that by now both of our wives were at the spa, getting ready for a day of pampering.

I drove the cart right back to the clubhouse parking lot and put our clubs into the trunk as Skip went inside. He got us a rainchech for 9 holes. He told the guy inside that I was suffering from some kind of mysterious ailment and that I was running a fever. Skip wasn't really lying. I could not explain what the fuck had come over me in the last 24 hours. I had sucked off my golf partner and now I wanted nothing more than to suck him off again. And of course, I wanted for him to return the favor this time. Skip's mere mention that he was wearing panties had given me a hardon and when he showed me that he was wearing nylons, I wanted only to get off the golf course and back to Skip's place. My cock was aching.

The drive back to Skip's house was pretty ordinary. Skip went through a list of things that he had readied for us. He had a couple of steaks ready to grill, lots of cold beer, and a couple of 'golf' videos. Although it was only a 20 minute drive, it seemed a lot longer. And Skip was right I was running a 'fever'. I was sweating like hell, and my cock was stiff as hell.

Arriving back at Skip's house, I was drenched in sweat. Skip asked if I was okay, and gave me a chance to just drive back home if something was wrong. I assured him that I was all right and we both went inside.

In the family room, we had a beer and again made the usual small talk after a golf match. Skip said that he was going to have to excuse himself to take a shower and offered me the use of the guest room shower. Since I was sweating like a pig earlier, I took him up on the offer.

I had just climbed into the shower, when I heard the door to the bedroom open, then after about a minute, close again. I wasn't sure just what that was all about, untill I finished my shower, towelled off and went in search of my sweaty golf clothes.

My wallet, money, and contents of my pants pockets were all laying on the bed and my clothes were gone. I was a little put off by this, when I noticed that Skip had laid out some women's lingerie on the chair. I presume that it was for me. I hesitated until I found a note on the dresser. It read, "Try these on if you wish. If you do not want to wear these, there some golf shirts and pants hanging in the closet."

I had played with the notion of wearing ladies lingerie from time to time, but had never had the opportunity to do so. Once in a while when my wife would leave for a shopping day or salon appointment, I would squeeze into a pair of her pantyhose or something. jerk off in them and then get rid of them, but that was about all.

As I thought this dilema over, I realized that my cock was sticking straight out, and hard as a brick. That was my answer. Since Skip and I are about the same size, I went about checking the lingerie that he laid out for me. It looked like I was going to be dressed as the dark knight. Everything Skip has laid out was black.

A light tap on the door from Skip made me jump a bit as he asked if everything was all right.

"I hope you don't mind, Peter, but I put your clothes in the washer. They were pretty sweaty", Skip said.

"Thanks Skip, I appreciate it", I told him.

"Take your time Peter, just wanted to see that you were still okay with this", he told me.

"Skip, I am 100% good with this, as a matter of fact, I am just trying to figure out how to put on the garter belt", I told him.

"Peter, if you want a better selection, just open the dresser drawers. Those are my clothes in there"

Just out of curiosity, I opened a few drawers and was amazed at the selection of ladies lingerie in them. There were dozens of panties and bras, stockings, pantyhose, garter belts, camisoles, bustiers, slips, teddys, you name it. Skip had as much ladies clothing as Victoria's Secret. It was making me hard again, just touching all of it.

Eventually, I put on the items that Skip had laid out for me. After all it was his house and he was being such a gracious host.

As I put my one foot into the black nylon stocking and slid it up my thigh, I could feel a tingle run through my entire body. This was so fucking hot. I could hardly believe that I was really doing it. Next, the other nylon. Then I wrapped the garter around my wiast and fastened it. As I attached the garter to the nylons, I thought about the panties. Fuck. Undoing the garters, I slid the silk panties on and they felt so good. They were so smooth and cool feeling. They were kind of a bikini hip cut so that my cock and smooth shaven balls were contained in them, for now anyways. I fastened the nylons to the garter and could not help but stand and take a long look in the mirror as I ran my hands over myself. Fuck, I felt so sexy at this moment.

Another tap on the door, let me know that Skip was wondering if I was going to chicken out. I assured him that everything was just fine as I slipped the waist length black camisole over my head.

I was ready. I was coming out, in more ways than one. I had been curious for such a long time about other guys and their cocks. It was time to accept that I had loved sucking Skip off the day before, and wanted to keep doing it. I also expected him to do the same for me. I liked Skip as a friend, and I wanted to suck his cock. That was it.

I love my wife, and having sex with her is still very good, yet I just needed to be a bit more adventurous. To try something new. Something that every guy in the world thinks about, whether or not they can admit it.

When I opened the guest bedroom door, Skip was nowhere to be found. I walked to the kitchen and found him preparing our steaks. My cock had been pointed straight up until I saw that Skip was fully clothed. I mean pants, shirt, socks, shoes, everything.

I fucking near passed out from embarrassment. I felt my face turn bright red and burn.

Skip realized my predicament as I turned to go back to the bedroom.

"Peter, wait", he shouted."I need these clothes on to go outside and barbecue our steaks. I can't exactly go out there in my best lingerie in front of all my neighbours."

When I turned back to Skip, I saw that he had lifted his shirt to show me a silky red and black bustier with black lace and red ribbons woven through it. My blush started to fade as I understood his reasons. He handed me a beer, directed me to the family room and told me to turn on the TV and watch the golf channel because I needed some professional help with my game. He laughed as he walked out to his patio to burn us some meat.

I was still feeling a bit uncomfortable sitting around in women's lingerie in Skip's basement, but I was anticipating what was going to happen. My cock was tingling and I was getting a chub. A small wet spot was showing on my black panties where my pre-cum was oozing. I had the TV going, but wasn't sure what was on. I was nervous ... and excited. I reached my hand in my panties, and wiped the precum from my dick head and put my finger to my mouth, wiping the sweet nectar on my lips as I savoured the taste. Pre-cum is so fucking tasty. I could get hooked on it.

"No cheating, Peter. Don't start without me.", I heard Skip say as he appeared at the door to the family room.

"I ... uh ...." was all I got out out.

"Just busting your balls, Peter. But really, save that for me", he said.

Skip was carrying a tray of steak and salad and a couple more beers. But that is not what caught me attention. He had shed the pants, shirt, shoes and socks. The bustier had a matching pair of panties and nylons. And Skip supplied the hardon. I saw that he was just as excited about this as I was.

Placing the tray on the coffee table in front of me, her divided up the food and cracked the fresh beers. He told me that he had watched part of a porno last night and had it set up in the DVD player already. With that he hit play and it started.

The plot lines are pretty thin on most porn movies and this was no different. It did however hit on some things that really hit my kinks. A guy and his good buddy are sitting around watching TV and drinking. The wife of the one guy is sitting across from them, dressed like a $50 hooker. Huge tits, half hanging out, big hard nipples poking through the material. Skin tight short shorts that show one hell of a camel toe. You get the picture. Anyway, they run out of beer and the guy says that he will be right back, he needs to go out to the beer fridge in the garage. You guessed it. When the husband gets back, there is his wife, with his best friend's cock in her mouth. Hubby opens up the beer and takes a seat on the sofa, on the other side of his buddy. Before long, the hubby and the wife are blowing him.

I had taken about two bites of steak, while I watched the vid. My cock was straining at the black silk panties Skip had provided me with. Skip's hand then made its way to my knee and rubbed its way up my thigh towards my screaming cock. My God, I have not been that hard since ... yesterday when I sucked Skip off.

I tried to keep my eyes focused on the TV, as Skip worked his hand inside of my panties and wrapped his warm fingers around my cock. I fucking near came right then. My cock grew even harder, my balls tingled and I was getting a bit light headed from loss of blood in my brain. It was all in my cock.

I had to look. Skip was lightly gripping my cock as he slowly stroked me up and down. He was concentrating on me as he looked at the sight before him. The wet spot from the precum was growing larger. Skip leaned down to take the tip of my hard cock in his mouth while I was still wearing my panties. The sensation of feeling him lock his lips around my silk covered cock was unbelievable. Feeling hm suck my precum out of the panties was driving me wild. Sensing that I would blow my load too fast, Skip sat back upright, and stopped stroking my cock. He did keep his grip on it however.

Skip then kind of slipped around to lay on his side facing me. He reached in the waistband of his panties and fished out his own fat cock. It too was leaking precum. It got slightly awkward, but Skip managed to keep hold of my cock with his left hand as he jacked himself with his right hand. Skip's breathing was getting quicker as he jerked himself and his hips were flexing. Skip was able to get close enough so that his cockhead was touching mine. He pressed it tightly into my hard, hot flesh and then he shuddered. His spasms were felt right to my core as he pumped his cum all over my cock. Each spurt seemed to blast more cum that the last until he released his grip on both of our cocks.

I was speechless as I stared at the amount of cum that Skip had spent all over my cock. It was running down my shaft onto my smooth shaven balls. Skip looked to be quite proud of himself before he looked at me and silently leaned forward once again. This time he made sure that my panties were pulled down far enough to give him access to my cum covered ballds and cock. He stated by licking my balls and slurping his cum, then he licked up and down the length of my cock.

Once at the tip of my cock, he paused for a second before taking my swollen cockhead in his mouth, then swallowed almost my whole damn cock at once. He never looked up, but just kept bobbing up and down on my cock.

"Oh fuck Skip, oh fuck", was all the warning that I could give him as I exploded. He knew that I was close to cumming before he even sucked my cock, so it was no surprise to him. Skip sucked it all down. His cum and mine.

Sitting back upright, Skip took a hit from his beer and ate some more of his steak.

"Let's eat Peter", we need to rest up a bit.