Dave and I went to high school together. He was a year ahead of me, so when he was a senior thinking about joining the Air Force, I was a junior just trying to figure out how to entice a girl into bed. I never remembered him ever having a date or talking about a date before; we spent nearly every minute of his last high school year together. I guess he didn't have time to date when we were spending so much time together. We didn't just hang out together either. We both worked at the same place, too. After work I would often stay at his house because he lived pretty close to school. Since it was just as easy to crash at his house after work, I often took him up on an invitation for some grub and a movie. We usually watched an action flick or some comedy. One night, I remember watching David Gallagher with him; it was funny, funnier in fact because we had helped ourselves to some of his dad's beers in the refrigerator. After a long day at school and work, it didn't take much to get a good buzz going. Dave sat there laughing like crazy. I loved the way he laughed, kind of like a sinister laugh, or a guilty laugh. He had a tight expression when he got the fits going. He was a little smaller than me, but a lot better fit. When he had his shirt off, I could see his stomach muscles trying to bust out of his skin. I wondered if he was ticklish, I certainly am. As the stand up comedy went on, we got more smashed by the minute. Every time we got up to get another beer we stopped by the bathroom to piss, and we seemed to shed another piece of clothes onto the floor. Armed with a new beer, we continued to laugh and drift into bubbles. By the end of the comedy, Dave had downed 7 beers and was down to his white socks and a pair of Speedo-like underwear. I had downed only 6 and was down to just my boxers. His member pressed the left side of the cloth as he faced the TV while he lay on his right side. It was like it was reaching up toward the ceiling or waiting for someone to give it a hand to help Dave stand upright. As I caught myself staring at it, I felt a bit ashamed of the thoughts that came to mind. Dave is my best friend, what was I thinking, he was another guy...not one of the many girls I had hoped to entice to touch me in new ways. I realized my member had nearly grown into a full raging hard-on. I couldn't explain how I felt. I was happy we had run out of movie and Dave's dad had run out of beer. It was finally time for bed. Dave and I collected up the empties and cleared out of the living room. Since his family didn't have a guest room, I always stayed in Dave's room; usually I slept on the floor on a very thick comforter. But when we got to his room, we started talking about how crappy the day had been at work and how it was good we were able to settle down with the movie and the beers before we hit the sack. The whole time we talked we just sat on his bed and slumped into the pillows. He had about ten of them. Usually something you would see in a girl's room, but instead of flowery pillows, his were satin pillows with sport team logos on them. I am sure they were as comfortable as any girly pillow. I am not sure when, but we both must have fallen asleep while we were talking, I am not even sure who fell asleep first, but I woke up and I could feel his arm pressing against my back. His arm as warm and I noticed his breath against my neck. The rhythm of his breathing enticed me back to sleep. But then I felt something against my ass, yes, as I came to, I realized his cock was pressing against my butt cheek. It felt strange to have his body touching mine, even though the thin fabric separated us. Quickly I realized this was just like the thoughts I had of him earlier that evening. I hadn't realized that this could ever happen. I sprung an erection that nearly drilled itself into the mattress. It was amazing. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or reality. I reached back to feel if it was really him pressing into me. As I reach back and felt around toward my backside, I felt Dave move; he rolled onto his back, removing his stiff cock from my cheek. The breathing on my neck disappeared. I was sorry I caused the end to this very erotic experience. I thought about him laying there with his hard on pointing to the ceiling, I had to check him out. I rolled myself very slowly, hoping not to cause him to move again. I had lost enough the first time I shifted. I looked down and saw his Speedos pushing toward the ceiling, just like I had thought. His cock pushed so hard against his briefs, the edges of the cloth were gapping open along the top rim. I could easily see down toward the hairs that escaped. Dave had his left arm resting between us and his right arm stretched over and around his head nearly touching me.
As continued to roll so I was laying on my right side to position myself to enjoy the view, I felt Dave's hand. I had rolled my crotch onto him. He moved just a bit and I thought he was going to roll right away. But he didn't, instead he clenched his hand for a second and nearly grabbed my cock in doing so. My cock had escaped the boxers and was now hanging just an inch above his hand. If my hard-on disappeared, my cock would lay in his hand. That thought only made my cock pulse with added excitement. My right arm was thoroughly swished between the pillows that Dave and I lay on. My left arm and hand was free to do as I pleased. I was tempted to take a better peek at his cock. I wanted to let it escape the briefs that it attempted to tear through. As I placed my hand nearer his briefs, I noticed the heat that rose from the area. I slowly touched the very tip of material that seemed to want to let go at any second. His cock jolted slightly and Dave shifted position. His left hand was now pushing into my crotch; the backs of his fingers touched the flesh of my sack and pushed into my cock. I could feel the pulsing of either his hand on my cock or my cock on his hand, I wasn't sure which. Even though I was aroused beyond belief, I felt extremely tired. It seemed like an hour as I tried not to move a muscle. I didn't want Dave to move again. I wanted to stay in this position forever.
My left hand remained suspended over his cock for years; at least that is how it seemed. I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I knew, I felt the breathing of Dave's breathe on my face. I slowly opened my eyes to be staring him in the face. As I recalled the dream I thought I had experienced, I noticed my left hand was resting on Dave's crotch; his erection was no longer there. His hand was still pressing into my crotch; my erection was stronger than ever. Still the flesh of my private area filled his hand. I gave his cock a bit of a squeeze and it felt like it pumped back. So I gave another squeeze, and it seemed to respond. I made it a game; I tried to se if I could squeeze a bit without it pushing back; but every time I did; his cock grew and pushed back into my hand. It did not take long for him to be fully erect again. Dave's breathe became heavier, and his cock became larger. Instead of pushing toward the ceiling this time it grew to the side of his briefs. It extended out the edge of the elastic band. I could see the last inch, smooth, tight, glowing red-purple. I was nearly trembling with excitement and nervousness all at the same time. I didn't allow myself to actually shake for fear of waking him and ending this extraordinary night. I moved my fingers to the tip of his cock to feel the silky smooth skin I expected. I felt the warmth of his cock as my finger approached his member. When I touched it; it filled even more. It was slowly pulsing at my touch. David stirred a bit, but his eyes didn't open as I expected. I thought I had been caught. But instead his breathing slowly relaxed a bit; surely the beers had buried him into a deep sleep. I knew I wasn't dreaming now. I was taking in every moment thinking about the consequences of him awakening. I knew that in my dreams that would never have entered my mind.
I begun running my finger in small circles outlining his cock. I was able to maneuver it to point straight toward his belly button; now it stood three inches above the top band of his briefs. I was able to hold on to his cock with three fingers and thumb and I slowly begun to slide my fingers up and down. I held gently enough to not move his flesh, but firm enough to fell his cock pulse into heaves. Dave's breathing became very strong again. He seemed to begin to pull his hips into my fingers, and quickly three fingers became four, and fingers became a fist. I grabbed a hold enough to be pulling on his flesh now. Pulling and pushing, I felt like I was going to cum. If I did, I would cover Dave's hand as it lay beside me. His hips were definitely moving to the motion of my hand. I thought I could see a slight smile move onto his lips. I wanted to kiss him, to touch my own lips to his. Then I felt it... His cock released the warm sticky goop into the air. At the same time, the shock seemed to trigger my own eruption. Dave quickly became covered in cum. His belly button filled with a mixture of his cum and my own. He never opened his eyes and heavy breathing filled the room, then a sigh, then slower heavy breathing again. I could believe what had just happened. I couldn't believe he didn't wake up. He was laying there, covered in our jism. I didn't know whether to get up and get a cloth from the bathroom or just go back to sleep. I couldn't wake him now, and I couldn't let it just stay there either.
Shit! What was I supposed to do? I lay there so long I fell asleep again.
When I woke up I didn't dare to open my eyes. I couldn't hear a thing. I didn't feel Dave next to me like I had the night before. I woke up facing the wall again, just as I had when I first felt Dave touching me the night before. But it was definitely morning now. Light filled the room. I felt like my cock was hanging out of my shorts again, stupid boxers. I took a chance and rolled right. Dave wasn't in the room at all. I was alone in his bed, pillows surrounding me. The door opened and he walked in. Obviously he had showered; he walked in with a towel stretched around his waist. He said, "Good Morning sleepy head." I didn't know if he realized (or remembered) what had happened the night before. I wasn't sure what to say or do. But until he said something about it, I sure wasn't going to. He pulled the towel off of his waist and snapped it at me. He nearly whipped my cock which was revealing itself through the fly. I grabbed the towel and pulled it. Dave came crashing down on me. Now he was completely naked, no towel to hide him and lying across me. My cock was hanging out and was crushed by him thigh. Immediate my cock fought back by growing into an instantaneous erection. I thought I was going to faint. Dave was trying to put me in a headlock. This was not the first time we wrestled, but it was the first time either of our cocks was involved. And this time both would have their fair share of the action. Dave quickly moved behind me and I felt his naked chest and cock push into my back. He was definitely sporting an erection as well. His cock was pushed into my ass cheek much like it had the night before, but this time Dave was certainly enjoying the fun as well. I didn't remember him sporting a woody when he walked in to the room with the towel around his waist. I had no idea a cock could grow so big, so quickly. He continued to put me into a bit of a head lock and to grind his hardened cock into my ass. He moved his body downward and soon is cock popped between my thighs. I didn't even want to fight back. I wanted to let him continue this and see where it went. I fought back slightly and wriggled into the floor with a bang. He never let go and rode me down onto the floor. His cock nearly pushed itself into my glory hole along the way. Dave let up for a second and asked if I had enough. I said yes before even thinking about it. He let me out of the headlock and sat up against the bed still sporting a flagpole. He grabbed the towel off the floor and placed it over his cock. I was sorry I didn't think before I said I had enough. That certainly wasn't what I meant. I sat up beside him and tucked my hard cock back through the fly in my boxers. Dave was smiling one of his big sinister smiles. But he wasn't saying anything. He just looked at me like he was waiting for me to say something. I didn't know what to say. So I said it anyway. "I am sorry about last night, I didn't know what I was doing; it must have been the beers." He looked at me with the same sinister smile. I wanted him to say something. Finally he said, "No, I am sorry, I was awake, but I didn't want you to stop. I thought you might stop if you thought I was awake."
I couldn't believe it. He let me do that to him, with him, ON HIM! I had covered my friend with my cum. And he just let me. I didn't know what to think. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to wake from a dream that I wanted to have because I had enough. It seemed like the type of dream that was great, like winning the lottery, but you knew you'd soon wake up because it wasn't real, but you couldn't force yourself to push through. I wanted to find myself in my own room. Dave still had the silly grin on his face. I must have looked like I was terrified, I certainly felt tat way. Why wouldn't he get up and leave the room? Why couldn't I? Then we heard his mom yelling from downstairs. "Are you two going to school this morning? I told you to stay out of your dad's beer. You never listen to your mom do you?" Dave yelled down, "We'll make it in time!"
As Dave said this he stood up and off came the towel from his privates and his cock sprung up to attention.
It slapped his belly with a snap and fell into a horizontal position. He was right in front of me and his cock was at about eye level. He turned to me and smiled again with that wicked smile. He came back down to the floor kneeling in front of me and slid his hands up my thighs and into the bottom edges of my boxers. My cock pulsed in excitement. I finally realized Dave was serious about enjoying the previous night. I could relax now. He slid his hands up each leg hole of my boxers and felt around my balls for a second. His eyes met mine as his hands held my jewels and cock. He quickly slipped his hands out of my boxers and went for the elastic band of my shorts. He edges them down as I lifted my seat to help him to undress me. He slid my boxers off as I lay beside him. Now fully exposed, I realized we might be a little late for school after all. Dave immediately clenched his fist around my cock and began pumping it wildly. I felt like he was trying to start a fire by rubbing my cock to fast. I placed my hands in his and slowed his pace. His cock bobbed as he moved about. With each stroke his cock bounced up and down. I began breathing very rapidly, much like he had the night before. I reached toward his cock with my right hand, awkward as it was to hold him. I slowly stroked his cock to the beat of him on mine. His sexy smile never left his face. He was building a sweat on his chest from the action. I was too. He stopped jerking and sprung toward me like he does when we wrestle. I lost hold of his cock and prepared to be squished into the floor. He landed on me chest-to-chest. His cock jabbed into mine. His legs wrapped into mine. His lips nearly met mine. Our sweaty chests melted together. I grabbed around his ass and pulled him closer into me. The pressure on my cock made me feel like I was going to explode. I could feel his grinding hips into my cock. His rod pushed under my sack and reached toward my ass. The sweat building in my crotch only lubricated the pathway more. We were breathing in unison; we were heaving with each thrust.
I rolled, and he rolled with me never releasing his grips. He didn't miss a beat. His hips pushed toward me as we lay facing each other on our sides. His lips reached out and met mine. Finally, what I had dreamed came true. Our tongues met somewhere in the middle. Swirling and poking. Uch like the action our cocks were taking. Battling each other for position. The encounter was too great. I poured my cream into him. He answered my eruption with one of his own. Our cum mixed and geled as we continued to trust into each other. When I couldn't take the sensitivity against my cock any longer, I puller back. And he rolled to his back. Our cocks now soft from exhaustion. We lay staring toward the ceiling. Neither said a word. I knew what he was doing though. I knew he was smiling that sinister smile!
(I hope you enjoyed this story. I will continue again with more.)