True, I was technically guiltless but as some idiot politician said many years ago: "I've committed adultery in my heart many times..." In this case i... wasn't many times and it wasn't actually adultery but if a feeling of lust and longing qualifies, then I'm guilty. If it weren't for Sumalee I just knew I'd be going after my blonde server like a teenager after his first sniff of pussy. There it is: it ain't pretty, but it's the truth.So there I sat wondering just how long I was going to be. Tom G. and the other two men had faces that were masks of lust almost like animals. They were men about 18 or 19 and all big, 200 to 250 pounds each. I can not remember why or what I was thinking as I watched Sharon's large C breasts jiggle as she moved. It was the first time I had seen a girls naked breasts. Then the pipe I held smacked into the knee of Tommy G. and he was screaming in pain as he fell. The sound of that pipe rising and falling was like a fat man hitting a side of beef with a. When I extended my hand and put it on his swollen crotch, he moved back and kissed me, this time harder than before. The hardness of his dick under his pants was electrifying. I felt a deep wetness growing between my legs like I hadn’t felt before. I felt myself squirm on the couch as I rubbed up and down its length. As I moved up, I could clearly feel the head of his cock in his pants. As I tried to grasp it in my hands, his hand moved back to my crotch, and I knew it was more than I could. I didn't intend to hurt him when we started our argument, but as I look at him with his two black eyes, clutching his side, I feel guilty with him coming off worse than me.I walk to my car in a daze, feeling and looking like shit with the front of my shirt ripped and my chest wound tight with grief. My best friend now hates me, but my pride hadn't let me back down, and neither had his. Seventeen years of friendship destroyed because we're too alike and swiftly turn to violence in our anger. I'm.