College Cock Rubdown By Freemen (freemeng2003@yahoo.ca)
This story is about very sensual and erotic sex between two friends. It isn't really hardcore but should keep you hard just the same. And, I can say, it is absolutely true except for the names that have been changed.
I met Doug in my first year of university when we were having a healthy argument about gender in our philosophy class. This lead to a coffee, and then to many more coffees, but only after this recurring class. We became friends through our post-class discussions. We were both jeans and tshirt guys, both in average shape: he was a little shorter and skinnier than I was. He had a full mop of black messy hair, while mine was blonde and short. He was probably a little more aloof than me. For instance, he wouldn't think twice about plopping both of his legs on the table top at the coffee shop until someone asked him to move them. Nor would he think anything of plopping his socked or bare feet on my lap if we were out drinking at a party on the weekend. They wouldn't stay there for the whole night, but, he'd only do it with me -- kind of a sign of our friendship I suppose. I remember the first time he did it I was a little taken aback and actually pushed them off of me making some lame joke about it, but within the hour, they were back up there, with a wink from him. It happened a couple of other times too if I was on a couch, he'd lay down at the other end, with his feet on my lap. Sometimes, when he had clean socks on, I'd end up giving him a casual foot massage.
We had casual girl-friends at that time, but didn't really talk about it much. A couple of times, he'd end up over at my apartment after one of his dates -- mostly on weekdays, as his girlfriend lived a couple of blocks from me. Actually the first time it happened, he was pretty high, asked if could come in, then promptly passed out on the couch. . I took off his runners, and got a mean whiff of his socks -- went to the john and got a can of room deodorizer and sprayed his feet, then went to bed myself. My actual roommate had found a hot girlfriend, so he was hardly ever at home -- except for picking up mail, or we threw a party which I think only happened once.
It was a good year. By the time March rolled around, I was starting to think about work for the summer. My dad was in the trades, and had heard about a couple of good construction jobs in my home town and suggested I check it out. In that conversation, my dad said that he and my mom had decided to take a full 8 weeks off of work to finish the cottage they were building, and he would be happy if I stayed at the house for the summer. I immediately thought it would be great if Doug and I could work together, and live together for the summer.
The next week, Doug and I were having coffee and we got talking about summer jobs when I mentioned the construction thing. He said yes almost immediately as he really didn't want to go back to his home town. I also offered him my home -- where we could hang out together. We both called the construction company, and were soon offered the jobs mostly due to my father's connections. Once the term was finished, Doug did go back to back to his home town in northern Ontario for a few weeks and arrived at my home on the May long weekend. Because it was the long weekend, my folks had gone to their cottage, and it was just him and I. We ended up in the basement, which is where my bedroom had been. I was the last kid in the house, so we changed the basement family room into two rooms, one with two double beds, and the other with a couple of couches TV etc. One of my friends had a party, so it was a good chance to meet have him meet all my old friends -- and he seemed to hit off with one of the girls -- and ended up spending most of his time with her -- which was cool with me.
I remember the one moment of awkwardness that occurred that weekend. The morning after the party, I was up early and took a shower. When I was alone in that basement, I always just dried off in the washroom, and walked naked into my bedroom before I got dressed. I was a little hung over that morning, and just followed the same routine, but realized half-way to the bedroom that Doug was there. We hadn't seen each other naked yet butI remember stopping for a moment, and then just saying to myself "fuck it -- we're going to be living together, he'll have to get used to it".
When I got in the bedroom, I should not have been to worried. Doug was getting up and had slept nude. So there we were, two nude dudes in the bedroom -- but he had his morning hardon still sitting on the edge of the bed.
I snickered a little, and he didn't care. Actually, he slapped me on the ass, and said, "'morning Jim. Gotta take a leak". Then he stood up with his cock pointing at me, and finished by saying, "As soon as I can get this thing to go down".
Remembering that a nursing student friend had told me they flick it with a pencil when a patient gets an erection, I just gave it good hard flick with my finger. He kind of stepped back and gasped in laughter with an "ouch"....but it did go down pretty quick.
While he was in the can, I thought -- he's got a nice body, good size penis, and we both felt really comfortable around each other. Once he came back to the bedroom, we just laid back on our beds naked, and chatted and joked around for about an hour and eventually got dressed.
My parents came home mid Monday, and my mom cooked an incredible meal for all of us. He was an amiable guy, and held up a conversation with my very opinionated parents. However, all was good.
The next morning, we jumped in my old rusted up mini, and headed out to the construction site. All I will say is -- OH MY GOD. Neither of us had done much physical activity that year, and we were suddenly working 12-hour days doing physical labour, 6 days a week. All I remember on those first two weeks was working, eating and sleeping and finding it gradually easier to wake up in the morning to go to work. We got to know each other's body odour, fart, morning breath, shit smell....snorning...everything. We were so exhausted we didn't care and for a guy who jerked off a lot, that never came into the picture.
About 3 weeks into our work schedule, our friendship was about to take a next step. Our bodies had beefed up a bit, we were starting to get used to the pace, and we were told by our foreman that we didn't need to come in on the Saturday. When we got home, my parents had already left for the cottage, and we both just grabbed a couple of beers and turned on the TV. My shirt was sweaty and stinky and I decided to take it off and throw it at Doug. He laughed and told me to fuck off. Then instead of taking his shirt off and throwing it at me, he took it off, came over to my bed then suddenly straddled me, and started rubbing his smelly shirt in my face. This led into some play wrestling on the bed, then onto the floor mainly now just to see who could get one guy off the other and keep them off. While this was going on, Doug was on top of me and because of our position, we both suddenly felt our hardons together. There was that moment of awkward silence, with no movement. We both felt the heat, and the hardness and weren't sure what to do but we soon discovered something that was going to become a passion between us. While I started to try to get away, he decided his job was to keep our cocks pressing hard together. So, no matter where or how I turned, his cock was back on top of mine. This turned from fun wrestling, to really fun, with a potential for something sexual, except, I didn't know what that was. To say this happened out of the blue is really true. Perhaps it was our pent up sexual energy, but whatever it was, it was incredible.
We started laughing because we knew what was going on. Our wrestling turned into cock rubbing, really masculine, hard, sexy cock rubbing. Now, without explanation it seemed the goal was to keep the other person pinned down with no movement other than rubbing our cocks together to see if you could get the other person to cum in their jeans. I remember he had his feet wrapped around mine locking them to the floor, his knees pushing mine out, his arms pinning down my shoulders, our sweating chests together and our cocks pressing hard and in slow massaging movements. I remember feeling the heat from his cock against mine. I remember his evil smile knowing he had pinned me and the fact that both of us knew we were about to explode. I went first. I yelled "fuuuuuck" -- out of defeat, and the fact that I hadn't cum in 3 weeks, and that my good buddy and I were exploding together. He laughed a "gotcha" laugh, but then started to rub quick and hard, and soon he went off too! He collapsed on top of me still rubbing our cocks together affectionately, and then we both zonked out. I opened my eyes about 15 minutes later and he was still on top of me, and you know what, it felt really good. I just put my arms over my head, clasping my hands together and enjoyed the closeness.
Within a few minutes, he opened his eyes, and we both had a little laugh. "That felt great" he said then snuggled his face into my hairy armpit. "Now that's ripe" at which point I forced his face into my pit further. In a split second, we were back to rustle, I flipped him over, and this time, my cock was on his. I forced his legs immobile with my thicker more muscular legs, and made sure at least one of my pits was over his face. We were 19, so our cocks were hard as rock again. This time, it didn't take as long and we were deliberately pumping and grinding our dicks together up and down, then sideways, then hard and deep. Within a minute we both exploded together, now having 2 loads of semen in our underwear. We waited for a minute, then got up and went to the washroom together to clean up. I just pulled off my jeans and underwear, and he followed suit. My cock was beginning to plump up again, but I stuck to the task at hand which was wiping the cum off of me. We used one washcloth, but when we were done, we both stood to face each other, and watch our cocks actually meet for the first time. We gently grabbed each other's ass, and slowly dragged our dicks against each other; running them through our pubes, pressing together so we could feel each other's balls, but all was very gentle. Neither of us got hard, only semi-plump and we just stood there for about 10 minutes, making each other feel good. Then we also named it, and told each other how good it felt, complimented each other's cocks, starting feeling our bodies and legs, to see how they had developed over the past few weeks. Then, we both threw our shorts in the laundry, and slipped our jeans on commando. That night, we made a great steak dinner, hung out shirtless and commando, and watched a movie. Very quiet; very close; and probably not sure where this was heading -- if in fact it had to lead anywhere.
This ended up being a Friday night ritual, that is, until my parents moved to their cottage for the summer. We ended up doing it every single night after work. Most of the time we'd leave our pants on, but sometimes, we take them down so we could hump each other's naked cocks. It always felt so good, and provided some major bonding. And, it would happen very quickly, and was also very masculine and rough. One of us would throw the other down on the floor or the bed, and it would always begin with wrestling. Sometimes the hard -- jean covered cock- would be pumping into the other guy's face, or against his hard ass, but mostly, it was cock against cock.
While we never got into oral or anal sex, we did do some oral stuff. I remember waking up one morning, and Doug was just crawling out of bed. He stood up while I was sitting at the edge of my bed. His cock was not his usual erect self, and he said "ah, he's looking a little sad this morning. I think he needs a good morning kiss". Then he took his penis and brought it to my lips. "Kiss it" he said, and I gladly obliged while laughing a little. I did just that -- kissed the head.
He said, "come on, we're closer that that, give it really good kiss". He got his evil grin on his face, and gave his head a good quick suck for a couple of seconds Then, it was over.
When he started to walk away, I said, " come one, we're good buddies -- If I'm going to kiss yours good morning, you gotta do the same to me". So he came over, sat down on the bed, grabbed my ass and swallowed my cock to the bush. Then got up and went to the washroom. That was the extent of our oral stuff, but every single morning, we'd kiss each other's dick before we started the day.
After a particularly grewelling Saturday, we were both wiped, picked up a pizza and came home. We were so exhausted we didn't have the energy to pump out a load. So, I suggested something else. "Doug, I really like the way our cocks feel together. How about watching the movie on my bed, but we can take our pants off. I'll lie down on top of you, but in reverse, so my head will be at the end of the bed, and you can prop yourself up again the headboard. That way, our cocks can still be together and we can get off or not." He immediately agreed.
So after a long day of work, neither of us showered, we brought the pizza and beer on the bed, and positioned ourselves so that we could still be comfortable, but most importantly that our cocks could be together. It always felt so good, but this time, they'd be in reverse, so while the heat from our crotches stayed the same, the feeling was a little different. I would say, what began as a casual or relaxing situation, also turned into several good cum dumps in a night. There's no way we could just lie there, so at some point, we might start rubbing or grinding, or finding a way to make it feel good or different. Then we'd start to grind, then cum on each other's cocks, then just stay there watching the movie. But the end of the night, the room would reek of sweat and semen -- perfect for a guy's bedroom I'd say.
The luxury I also had was that Doug's feet would be at the end of the bed, where my head was, so I could play with his feet, sometimes lick his toes, or rest my head on his foot, or part of his hairy leg. That went on from June to the end of August. I think sometime in August, we ended up sleeping in the same bed spooning each other. While I said there wasn't any anal sex, I remember many nights resting my cock in his hairy ass crack. Just giving it a few pumps to make it hard before I fell asleep. He'd do the same with me.
Guys, I'm in my 40's now, but I have to tell you, it was one of the sexiest summers I've ever had. The year after that summer, Doug and I didn't have any classes together, and ended up not seeing each other often. He actually fell in love with a woman, and eloped one weekend in his 2nd year. Regardless of any of that, it was an incredible summer!
Freemen
freemeng2003@yahoo.ca