and to forgive me for such despicable behavior? It is so regrettable for me to have to painfully think about and I want our friendship to continue just as though this had never happened…” He was rambling, and I was not truly listening. Then in a moment of unexpected silence, he simply asked, “Your thoughts?”

I waited for a long time; I know it seemed forever before I could find words. The silence was pretty deafening as the old phrase goes, but it was not really intentional. I was looking at Chris, really looking at him, admiring all the maleness that he was projecting, even now in his contrite mood. I also knew that I wanted a repeat of the sex that we had had the evening prior but had no idea if that were ever going to be a possibility after hearing his lengthy sermon. I was silent for so long that he choked a bit and said, “Maybe you would rather just leave now?” Then I got enough wind to talk.

“Chris, work with me please.” He nodded. “Put yourself in my shoes, I had just gotten gored by a 2 x 4, and you asked me to pull down my trousers for you and I did.” He began the stream of apologies all over again, until I got him to shut up and listen. I was now standing about a foot from him. Our faces were close, and I could tell by his expression that he was frightened and was giving off the impression that he was fearful that I might get physical with him. Yes, I did intend to get physical with him, but not in the way that he feared.

I put my left arm around his shoulder and pulled him close to me. He tensed his body, and I knew instinctively that he thought that I might hurt him. With the hug, however, I immediately sent my right hand to his crotch, and began stroking his basket of goods. "Now you are going to pull your pants down for me," I told him. I did not try to kiss him but I did bury my head in his shoulder as I kept up the stroking of his crotch as I held him firmly and tightly close to my body. My hand was caressing his bulge, which was now giving off a very strong reaction of a growing erection. Oh yes, I was thinking, I am definitely going to get physical with him!

Chris was quickly into the heavy breathing stage, and he started whispering, “Oh Man, Oh Yes, Oh Man, Oh Yes” and it was clear that he was pleased with the progress of the apology to this point.

Just as he had struggled to get my briefs off the night before, I now did the same for him, first unzipping him, then working the belt buckle and pushing and pulling the fabric to free his maleness. I finally had full access to his crotch, and the feel of his hard cock in my hand was incredible. With his dick now free, we were in the tightest clinch that two bodies could have, holding each other so closely, a clench of unimaginable passion and unimaginable lust. It was not easy to get free of his arms, which were so tightly holding me, but I did and I went to my knees quickly. As he