“Do you want to see it again?” he asked. I didn’t answer. He bent over and spread his ass cheeks. “Do you want to put it in? It’ll feel jus... as tight as your sister I bet.” My shaft now wet with baby oil was throbbing and hot in my hand. I moved towards him slowly my head brushing against the flesh of his ass before resting in his ass crack and rubbing against the puckered opening to his ass. I saw it tightened then relaxed. I pushed against it and felt him push back against me. My head. This was going to be great! And that’s when I heard it. It was the unmistakable sound of a truck coming across the bridge. Mike quickly shot up, pulling his pants up and his seat forward. With Mike on me I didn’t have time, and Mike knew this. As the truck came into view, it was some friends of ours. Mike jumped out to talk to them, distracting them while I fixed myself. Wow that was a close one, and of course it killed my chances that day. We were both too scared to try again later. As kids, we were inseparable. We did everything together short of having sex together. I won’t deny that I had thought about that from time to time. Having sex with him, I mean. Carl worked out with weights and had a body that any girl would drool over. He was an Adonis. His whole body rippled with muscles. Hell, it always seemed to me that his muscles had muscles. All the girls at school chased after him but it was me that he preferred to spend his time with even though I was three years. He said he fell about five feet, instinctively putting his hands out to break his fall. His hands then took the brunt of the fall and he broke bones in each. He also fractured a few ribs. He said he spent one night in the hospital, but was now home and would be out of work for a few weeks. I asked if there was anything I could do for him. He explained that his brother had run errands for him, but that he appreciated the offer. I offered to come over and keep him company, but he said he was.