This story is entirely a work of fiction depicting gay male sex. If you are offended by it, or if reading it is illegal in your community, then please do not go on.
My Best Friend By Alan Jerison
I could not believe it was happening to me. All my adult life, I had dreamt of having the strong hands of a beautiful and muscular man on my body.
He held me tenderly, and yet with the strength of a man who does not want to let go. His lightly hairy chest was my pillow. As I laid my head against his bulging pecks, I could hear his heartbeat. Every breath sent shivers through my body. Every ripple of his finely toned muscles was perfect as his hands stroked my aching erection toward climax. He knew exactly how to touch me. He knew exactly where to stroke, where to caress, the right speed for the right moment. It was like my body was his, and he was pleasing himself.
I cried out, unable to hold back as he brought me to a shuddering orgasm. His touch continued to be perfect as I sprayed stream after stream of hot, salty cum over both of us. I had never cum so much before. My first ribbon of love juice shot so far that it landed across my face, part of it landing in my mouth.
The second shot lay across both our chests and abs, as did the third, fourth, and fifth. After that, I mostly coated his sensual fingers with what was left in my inner stores.
He continued to stroke me. He coated my swollen penis head with some of the hot cum from his hand and rubbed gently. I felt like I would cum again. He slowly moved out from underneath me as I struggled to remain conscious, not wanting the moment to end. I wanted him to stay put and let me feel his intense body heat some more. For him to lovingly cradle me in his perfect arms. To feel his stiff manhood pulsing in my hands, against my back, in my mouth, deep inside my rosebud. By I knew what was next, and I could not resist. It was my favorite part.
I leaned into the deep pillows of the bed as he straddled me and began to rapidly stroke his own member. I started to salivate as I watched the darkened head of his thick member swell more. He lengthened considerably as he quickly came to the point of no return. And I saw the end of his beautiful meat open seductively as he began to shoot his load on me. The hole opened wide and seemed to be calling my name. I was hypnotized by delight as I saw the first strong blast of semen leave his body and travel to mine. I opened my mouth wide to receive it, longing for the sweet taste of his sperm. As it reached my tongue, I felt like we were connected more intimately than ever. This glistening ribbon that connected us. It was the strong ropy bond that began deep inside his shaved scrotum, reached out through his thick, meaty manhood, stretched across the short gap between us and into my hot mouth, starting to drip down my throat.
I continued to watch this god in ecstasy, crying out in painful delight as he shot stream after stream of his love juice onto my face, onto my chest, onto my abs. Nothing excited me quite as much as the feeling of the hot, sticky cum running down my sides, pooling on my belly shimmering in my chest hair. He was so satisfied, I though he might lie on me and we would sleep together all night, content in each other's arms as the liquid of our love dried us together as one.
He lied on top of me and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of his own cum seemed to energize him, and he needed more. He licked his sperm off my face, my neck, my chest -- savoring every drop and swallowing it reluctantly with delight. I knew he wanted to keep it in his mouth, gently stretching the ropy texture between his tongue and teeth. But this was just the appetizer, and we both wanted the main course.
Finally, his tongue dipped into the rich well of my belly button, where most of our cum pooled together in a milky pond. He lapped at it again and again, eager to suck up every drop of our heated passion. When he had gotten it all, he moved slowly up to my mouth. I eagerly opened to him and felt the flood of delightful man milk rush in. But I did not swallow, either. We traded this salty load back and forth between us as our hot tongues continued to delve into each other's mouths. We churned and churned the sperm between our teeth and gums until I thought we might make a rich and lathery butter with it. It was everywhere -- in my goatee, in his moustache, on our faces, down our necks. The remaining vestiges on our chests had nearly dried, and as he moved on top of me I could feel it pulling, drawing his closer to me still.
At last, we both swallowed, but continued to kiss. I wanted more of his love milk. I couldn't get enough. But we were both spent, and we both came to rest in each other's arms. We drifted into a peaceful sleep. I dreamt of the things we would do when we woke up.
He was so beautiful, so perfect. I could not believe we had come together like this. I had often dreamt of such a perfect union between us. He had been my best friend for years, but until today we had never explored each other like we did now. Obviously we had both wanted to, but we were both too afraid of voicing our desires. Now we would be able to enjoy each other fully every time our wives were away. Just as we were doing now, while they were away for the weekend.