Linda had also chatted with her daughter on the phone; the pair enjoying a good gossip. Rachel had clearly given all my activities a glowing report; b...cause I was soon to find I’d earned back my sister’s warmth and affection.I had been bare-chested in the sun-drenched driveway, putting a finishing polish to Robert’s 4x4 when their taxi arrived.Linda emerge from the cab looking great and she came over to hug me and there was something special in the way she’d held me; as her lips brushed my. I have changed the name of the friend involved but every other aspect of the story is 100% accurate.Whilst I had lots of friends growing up my favourite memories are filled by my best friend, Ian. I think I always liked him more than just as a friend and was proven correct one hot and steamy night. My favourite story is when we were both 19 years of age and is one that I will remember forever.Ian and I went everywhere together and done everything together. We had seen each other naked on lots. Inching closer and closer, he sensed his victory. "That's it. Almost there. Come on, you can do it."My mouth was almost at his tip. "That's it. Open your mouth and taste my cock. Do it baby. Come on, take me in your lips."My lips made contact with his tip and slowly parted as I took his head into my mouth. I pulled back slightly and the went back down, taking more of him. I repeated this until I had roughly half his shaft in my mouth. "Oh fuck yes!" he moaned. "I've dreamed of you sucking me so. "No, that's not it. That's the thing, Oliver, I don't want to use you. That's why..." Frank released a something akin to a growl that sounded rather grumpy, and stopped himself from saying what he might regret later when Oliver appeared confused. Frank didn't think Oliver would like being told what had really been on his mind.It wasn't that Frank didn't like kissing Oliver. In fact, it seemed to him that he'd liked it too much. He liked a lot about Oliver a little too much, he was beginning to.