To start off with, this is not your average highly sexual story. This is a true story, of intimacy, friendship, and a bond between two men. If you are looking for an orgy, I would advise not reading further. If you would like to recount the best two years of my college career with me, by all means, please continue. The sex that is here, as well as the intimate affairs of friends, is all between consenting adults.
I didn't like him very much when he first started hanging out with us. Nick and I had been friends for almost a year, inseparable buddies at our frat house. All freshman year we went to the bars together, smoked a lot of weed together, took all the same classes, and hung out at work. Then, sophomore year, he started butting in on the routine. First, he would come watch our favorite TV shows with us. Then he got a job at our restaurant. Pretty soon, Jack was becoming the third musketeer to our duo, and it did not please me at all. I imagine it was partially my fault; Nick and I had some things that we disagreed on, and Jack tended to agree with Nick on many of these points. I won't get into semantics, but just know I was feeling slighted.
Things got even worse when Nick and Jack decided that they would like to room together for the second semester of our sophomore year, pushing me into a single. I started to withdraw from them, finding solace in my work and classes, which was never really my thing before. I decided that a good move for my junior year was to take an apartment rather than live in the frat house. I found a small place near the house with a friend from work, and for the first time, things started to brighten for me. The second semester of sophomore year I pulled up my grades, got promoted at work, but something still nagged at me. I still missed the time that I spent with Nick.
The semester flew by, me still hanging out with Nick and Jack in their new room, but looking forward to a fresh start for my junior year. I left that summer to take a job up north, so I didn't have much contact with the two for three months while I was gone, other than the occasional phone call or e-mail.
I moved into the apartment junior year with my friend from work, along with a co-worker from my job up north, Pete, that didn't have a place to stay for the fall. I figured that having this new entourage around me would help with the empty feeling I had from being replaced by Jack.
About a week into school, Pete and I went out the bars for the night, looking to pick up some girls. As we stood at the crowded bar, looking for something interesting, Pete made an comment that we were probably the best two looking guys in the bar. I had never really thought too much in those terms before. Of course, I can tell if a guy is good looking or not, there is no man too straight who can not actually tell if another is handsome. But Pete was right, we were quite dashing. Both of us wearing tight jeans, nice tight polo shirts that accented our summer tans, both with nice builds. No one would tend to disagree too much with that.
We stumbled home that Wednesday night, completely obliterated. We each took a hit from our bong, and sat down on the couch to watch a movie. About an hour in, we found ourselves lying down beside each other on the couch, laid down into a futon. As the movie droned on, I suddenly heard Pete breathing a little harder. His hand crept up my thigh, and settled on top of my penis, still encased in its tight jean exterior. I froze. I did not know what to do. He began to rub me through the jean material, simultaneously taking my hand, and bringing it over to his crotch. My hand rested on the front of his jeans for a moment, and I decided to reciprocate.
Soon we found ourselves unbuckling each others belts, unzipping each others zippers, and cautiously exploring a little further. The feeling was amazing. No mans hands had ever discovered before what was below my belt, and it was great. I stood up, and pulled off my polo and jeans, boxers following last. After, I leaned over the futon, pulling off Pete's jeans and boxer briefs with one quick pull, while he pulled his shirt over his head. What lay before me was immaculate.
Pete had a body to die for. Shapely legs, cut abs, pecs that popped right out at you, and he had a pair of beautiful blue eyes that stared right up at my own. His dick was nothing to write home about, maybe three inches rock hard, but lacking in length he made up for in girth.
I stood over him with a very similar body, although a bit hairier in the chest. I do not know to this day if he has had other experiences with guys, but if he had not before, my cock probably scared him, being a good eight inches hard and looking down at him. I leaned over him, mocking a push up over his body. Our cocks felt electric as they touched. I grabbed his and jacked him hard and fast, then moved down to position my mouth over the head of his dick.
I leaned in and licked the head. I wish I could fully recall the initial feeling and taste, but that's what you get for drinking so much. My head engulfed him pretty easily, and I started bobbing and licking, applying a vacuum seal to it. He started to moan, and ran his hands through my hair. He stopped me, and motioned me to move into the 69 position. We both fell into rhythm, enjoying the feeling of mutual ecstasy.
After awhile, I stopped him, and motioned him to come to my bedroom, where we would not be disturbed by my roommate possibly coming out into the main room. He led the way, and I stared at what can only be described as a perfect ass, muscular and tender in all the right places. We briefly kissed as I walked into the room, then I got onto the bed and my hands and knees and old him to grab my oil from the dresser. All lathered up, he moved into position to take my ass cherry. He pushed in slowly, allowing me to try and stretch, but it hurt. I began to freak out a little, and told him to hold off. I told him I needed a minute to regroup, and went to the bathroom.
When I came back, he had taken my position, and told me to try him out first. We began the same ritual, and I let my cock enter slowly up to about five inches, when he asked me to stop. I pulled back, and we collapsed on the bed. We stared at each other for a few moments, and laughed a little in shared amusement of the situation, and let our hands do the rest of the work on each other, bringing our ecstasy to orgasms that sent cum flying onto our chests. We hugged for what seemed like and hour, but was really only five minutes, and said our goodnights, him returning to the futon.
The next day you could cut the tension with a knife. We could barely look at each other, mustering only a few words. As the days followed, we spoke less and less. He escaped to new bars on campus, finding different friends to fill his time. I returned to the house, back to the room of my former friends Nick and Jack. I was surprised initially to see how receptive they were, given the fact I had been spending very little time with them, but at the same time, overwhelmingly relieved that they would take me back.
October came, and Pete left back to his parent's house. We didn't even say goodbye. At this point, I was practically living in Nick and Jack's room, returning only to my apartment to sleep. And what was more, I was beginning to accept Jack for the man he was, and took him in as a friend.
I supposed this would be a good time as any to describe the two boys I was spending my days and nights with. I have never been fully comfortable with giving good, solid descriptions, but I will try for the visibility of the story. Nick, my buddy for over two years now, is the same height as me, a little less than six feet. He has dark, brown hair, and hazel eyes with specks of color floating throughout. No one would describe him as a muscular guy, more toned than anything. He has a cute, baby face that girls love, and an amazing ass that you could watch walk in front of you all day. Jack is a few inches over six feet, and has the characteristics of a very classically good looking man. He has muscles that are very well-proportioned to his body, short brown hair, beautiful face, and an amazing smile. And did I mention a butt that actors would love to have?
Back to the story, over that semester, the three of us grew very close. After finals, we decided to get out of town for a few days and flew to Las Vegas for the weekend. We checked in at our hotel, into a suite facing the strip. Big room, big beds, plasma TVs galore. The highlight of the room (at least for me) was the bathroom, with a glass shower put up on a pedestal over the rest of the bathroom. During the course of the trip, it was basically an all-access viewing to my two best friends showering in the buff. I learned that Nick's ass is about as nice as I had imagined it, two bubbles resting on his torso, with a three inch flaccid penis. Jack was even more amazing nude, with his body glistening with water. The view was amazing: porn-star ass, and a four inch long limp dick, thick as you please.
The weekend was great. We got invited to a celebrity party the first night, and got tanked. The next day we headed out to the casinos, and hit up a club that night. We stumbled home at about three, and Nick immediately hit the sack. Jack and I we still wired, and sat on the coaches to think of what to do. We remembered the pool, or really series of hot tubs, that our suite complex had to offer, and decided to check it out. We hadn't brought swim suits, so we decided boxers would have to do. We slipped on our robes, and headed down.
It started as a dare. Or really a mutual dare slash race. We would see who could make a lap through five of the pools, swimming end to end, jumping out of each one and running to the next, and ending in a circuit back where we started. In the nude. I was excited by the prospect of getting more naked time with Jack, so I agreed along with him. We chucked the boxers, and started swimming like mad. There was plenty of good natured bumping in the pool, and skirmishes both trying to climb out at once, trying to wrestle the other back down. We finished the circuit, and pulled our boxers back up. We looked at each other, both beginning to say at the same time that maybe we should try a rematch. This went on for another race or two, when I finally suggested that we just lose the boxers altogether, and chill in the pools. Jack agreed, and we lazily floated about, moving from one pool to the next when we pleased.
It was truly amazing, watching his body moving, glistening with water, knowing we were the only two in the pool complex that night. As the sun began to rise, we settled into a private cove of a hot tub, and were talking, when we heard voices. A maintenance guy came to us and told us we had to get out; the pool did not open until ten. We laughed, and waited for him to leave the area before dashing for our robes, and heading back to the room. When we got back, we climbed into beg together, and fell asleep back to back, pushed up against each other, feeling contact all along out backs and butts. There was no sex romp that night, but the evening of foreplay had exhausted us anyway. Not that I knew that anything of this sort was on his mind, of course.
We never talked about that night of skinny-dipping, but from that time on we became better friends with each passing day. The `three musketeers' that I had fought against for so long turned out to be one of the best things in my life. We were spending every waking moment together, and decided that we would live together our senior year in an apartment on a corner of the campus. Time flew by, as it always does when you are having the time of your life. Pete began dating a girl during second semester of our junior year that was very on again, off again. Nick and I dated occasional girls, but nothing ever stuck for us.
The move into the apartment our senior year was great, all of us under one roof finally. Although we had not spent a lot of time together the past summer, Jack and I stole away for a couple of days, just kind of bumming around and partying. Each night we would fall asleep at five in the morning on a small couch, curled up against each other. Nothing was happening physically, but we had a unique connection, and felt very comfortable and safe with each other.
We partied our way through senior year, and found ourselves that spring heading down to Puerto Rico for spring break. What a time that was. We were out in paradise, spending our days on the beach and our nights in the bar.
A few nights in, Jack and I separated a little early from the rest of the group, and took a taxi back to our hotel. We were beyond drunk, and reminiscing for the first time about our night in Vegas the past year, we decided to hit up the beach and go for a swim. Once again, we pulled off our clothes, this time not needing any games to facilitate our nudity. Jack looked beautiful, beyond words. The way the moon was striking his body, glistening with ocean water, brought up strong feelings that I normally pushed back in my mind. His ass was just so^Å so perfect as he ran up and down the water line, and jumping through the waves. We were down at the beach for over five hours, dividing our time between the waves and nude moon-bathing. We never felt closer to each other, and talked about what we wanted in our futures, what was good for us in our lives, and about how much we meant to each other. We ended the swim with a four mile walk up and down the beach, at this point in our boxers as it was past daybreak and the workers were all out. We ended up back at the hotel room around nine a.m. and fell asleep side by side in our bed.
This next anecdote is probably the most difficult one for me to tell. None of this has been easy for me to write, as I am not the most forthcoming when it comes to talking about things that are of such a personal matter. This was the night that Jack and I almost slept together, or more specifically, the night I turned Jack down.
The night began out at a sorority/fraternity exchange. We partied like rock stars, as per usual, and were too drunk to stay out after the exchange was over. Nick, Jack, and I stumbled home about one a.m. and sat down to take some bong rips. Nick took his first, and in about three minutes was passed out on the couch. Jack and I decided against smoking that night, instead deciding sleep was a better idea. We went to our respective rooms, and I lay down to sleep.
After about fifteen minutes, I was still wide awake, and went to see if Jack was still up. He also was, so I sat down on his bed to talk. We chatted for awhile, and in the midst of talking I lay down on his bed to get more comfortable. He pulled the covers over me, and we snuggled up next to each other.
After a little while, Jack began petting my hair as we talked, and staring into my eyes with a loving expression. As we reached a break in the conversation, he asked, "So, what do you want to do now?" I changed the conversation, and he continued to stroke my hair. A little while after, he removed his hand from my head, and ran it slowly down my chest and around to my back, pulling me in a little closer. His hand slid into my boxers, and he ran his hand over my ass, squeezing slightly. His hand moved then to the front of my boxers, and lightly squeezed my cock, pumping it very slowly, and then letting his hand escape back to my hair. He stared into my eyes again, and waiting for my return.
He let my hand rest on his chest, and slowly moved it down to his stomach. I couldn't go any further. He asked again, "So, what do you want to do now?" These eight words will haunt me forever, of this I am sure. I couldn't bring myself to commit to sex with him. We kept talking for awhile longer, him still stroking my hair, and we fell asleep that night with his arm around me, and my hand resting above his boxers. I woke up about five, and moved back to my bed. We never spoke about the night after.
You may be asking why I didn't fuck him, or at least explore a little more. It wasn't that I was scared^Å ok, maybe a little. But not of sex, more that if we had sex, what would happen after. If he would think it was a mistake, or I would. If things would become strange. I wasn't willing to risk such an important friendship over one night of love.
And that is where the story ends^Å for now. We graduated, and after a great summer of hanging out, I moved to the other side of the world from Jack and Nick. On our last night together, the night before I flew out, Jack came to me after Nick was in bed, and hugged me for what felt like a lifetime. When we pulled apart, Jack had tears in his eyes, and stared at me with that same loving intensity he always does. We speak once or twice a week right now, and I'll be back in January, so I guess our story together will pick up again at that point.
Thank you all for reading this. I apologize for the lack of sex in the majority of the story, but I wanted to get this out there. Love between two men is possible, even if the two are predominately straight. What the future holds, I don't know, but I look forward to it nonetheless. If you have any comments, complaints, or advice, you can e-mail it to me at letsgo1020@hotmail.com. Hopefully someday I can put a second part into this story.