Random photo w/story: Here's the story: You knew I was in p..

Random photo w/story: Here's the story: You knew I was in pain. That I had suffered a loss. That no amount of self-care was going to get me through it. I needed you. So when you answered my call, you ran right over and we talked long into the night and it was so comforting. We weren't together anymore, but we still had great love for each other and always had the other's back. I'd often shown up to help you move, take you to the airport, be the date for the wedding...and you've done the same for me, even if it's been three years since we split. But even after the chat, and you putting me to bed, waiting for me to close my eyes and fall asleep, you could tell that I was still not at peace. If I could just get through this night, I thought, I knew I could deal. That's when you did the unexpected. You took off your clothes. You got into bed with me and held me, spooning me, and the warmth of your body and your arms around me made me feel safe and loved and not so alone. You whispered, "I'm here. I'll stay as long as you want." And he did. But there's more... We both drifted off to sleep for a brief moment or so, and then it happened. I could feel his erection start to grow, and as it did, I began to slowly pump my ass back so that his cock parted my cheeks and rubbed against my hole. I felt him begin to grind his hips as if he wanted entry inside me, and yes, I so wanted that. This wasn't an attempt to reignite our relationship...this was a friend with a complicated and loving history filling another friend's need. I don't think anything would comfort me more in this moment than feeling us connected, with him as deep inside me as he could go. He rolled me onto my back, lifted one leg, and began to finger my ass, opening me up, to get ready for his cock. He took some lube and a rubber from the side table, gloved up, and began to push his dick inside me. I wanted him in me so badly that I felt no discomfort at all, and after so much time together in the past, he knew how to work my hole, to bring nothing but pleasure. He fucked me just like that, one leg up, slowly and gently letting me relish him massaging my insides, until the moment he lifted my other leg and began to drive his cock in and out, harder, rougher, jackhammering the pain away for just these moments of him inside me, pulling out fully and then ramming it back in, letting me know that I was not alone and that as long as he was around, I would never be truly alone. So much emotion came to the fore as he plowed me, and I cried and laughed and moaned and yelled and felt so grateful that he was here. This wasn't about him fucking me for old time's sake. This was about two people knowing each other so well that they are willing to do what they need to do for a friend in need. And when he finally pulled out and jerked his cock off to completion, I begged for him to shoot it on my face, and he hit me with a splash of cum just as I unloaded on my torso, a full and creamy load that I had been storing up because I hadn't jerked off since I had gotten the bad news. He collapsed on top of me after, and we just lay there feeling each other's warmth as the cum dried between us. He lifted his head and giggled at the puddles of his jizz on my face and wiped me clean with the sheet. Our eyes met and his lips came together in a subtle and empathetic grin as if to say, I know, I know, you're going to be ok. I could feel the tears in my eyes begin to well up, and he wiped them away. He lay back down next to me, spooned me again, and we slept through the night. I don't think I could have without him. And the next morning, he was gone when I woke as he had to get to work. But though I was sad and I was grieving, he helped give me the strength to carry on and get about my day and make the plans I needed to make. There are people in our lives that know us so intimately and are willing to go beyond the typical in order to support. This was unexpected but so so appreciated, and it made all the difference. I couldn't love him more. And when he called me later to check up on me, he made a joke about how stellar my bottoming skills had gotten, and he chuckled at me asking if his dick grew a couple of inches. It felt good to laugh. Really good. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.