The Sleep Over
by Tanda copyright 2001
I was lucky enough to grow up with my best friend, Johnny, living right next door to us. We went through Jr. High School together, High School, and then to the same college. As kids we built tree houses together, played army, went fishing, camping, skate boarding, all the things boys love to do. In High School we double dated and both went out for the same soccer team, continuing our jock interest in soccer on into College.
Johnny was a little dude but tough as nails and many times we'd wrestle and I'd always kick his ass but he put up a good fight. And it was all done in fun. Just good old fashioned boy fun. I was bigger than him and he kind of looked up to me for my physical abilities and I looked up to him for his brains. A lot of times he would come over and help me with my homework that was boggling my mind while Mom got us a pizza or some stuff to munch on. Even when we started college, Johnny was always helping me with my homework but now I was having to buy the pizza even though we both still lived at home.
Johnny only stood 5'4" in High School with blond hair so he wasn't too hot with the girls like I was, but somehow I always talked the girl I was with to get him a date too. There was nothing wrong with the way Johnny looked, in fact, he was a pretty good looking kid, just always looked like a kid. He only weighed in at 120 lbs. and was always teased by the older boys that stood 5'10" like me and were a little more buffed. But none of that mattered to me because we were good buds and we did everything together.
Once when we were both 18, in our last year in High School, we both jerked off together in our old tree house. It was real hot and I remember as we stood there with our jeans down around our ankles, he just kept staring at my big rod as we jerked ourselves off. We both came all over the floor and busted up laughing when we were done. We were guys and it was okay as long as we didn't touch each other and kept the conversation on girls. And we never talked about it again.
But many times, I'd notice Johnny looking at the other boys in the shower room after practice and wondered about him, but always thought he was just envious of the growth of their young bodies while his stayed small. In college, both of us now 19 and 20, he was still the small guy of the campus.
Sometimes when we'd spend the night over each other's house, we'd talk late into the night and he would tell me how badly he felt about being so small and wondered when he was going to grow. I always tried to make him feel better by reminding him that he did have a pretty big dick for such a little guy and any girl would be happy to have that pipe in them. He would always just grin and shove me and say, "Well, it ain't near as big as yours." And then we'd pull out the ruler and measure our dicks. He always liked doing that and I always liked showing off my dick so went along with it. In my senior year I was at a whopping 8 inches while Johnny was a good 6 inches. But, like I told him, that was a damn good size for how big he was. I would teasingly call him "elephant dick" and that would always embarrass him but it would make him feel better, I could tell. And then we'd finish off the measuring by jerking off.
We were good friends and we stuck with each other through thick and thin. We would sneak over each other's houses many times and crash in each other's bedrooms and our parents had long accepted it as a standing joke. He was welcome in my home and I in his.
I don't think he ever knew it, but one of my favorite things to do when we slept over was that after he was asleep, I would casually throw my arm over his stomach while he was asleep and, pretending to snore, I would let my hand graze against his tight white jockey shorts. It always turned me on to let my fingertips get his dick hard. If I noticed a break in his breathing pattern, I would snore loudly and roll over as if I was sound asleep just tossing and turning. But after he would settle back into a deep sleep, I would let my hand go back to work and usually I could get a nice big wet spot on his white shorts which really got me so hot that I would roll over and jack off.
Johnny was a sound sleeper and a lot of times when he'd sleep on his stomach I would let my hand innocently wander over to his sweet little ass and caress it through his shorts as I pounded on my big 8 inch hard dick. Sometimes when I'd get real brave, I'd let my fingertips slip under his shorts and my hand would caress his firm smooth butt as I jerked off. I didn't understand why it turned me on so much but I loved that ass of his. It was a cute little bubble butt and in the shower I always saw that he didn't have a hair on him. Anywhere except around his little 6 inch dick. And that was a fine blond fuzz that matched the blond fuzz on his legs.
I had already started a few hairs on my chest and my lower abdomen that matched the brown hair on my head and the little I had on my legs and by our Freshman year in college, not much had changed on either of us physically.
One night when I was laying on my bed in my jockey shorts listening to my headphones, Johnny came sneaking into my room all excited. He was wearing his jeans and t-shirt but in his back pocket he pulled out a pint of whiskey that he had lifted from his old man's bar.
"Wow, Johnny," I said. "You're out of control, man."
He just snickered and said, "Come on, man. Let's get toasted."
He pulled off the cap and took a swig of the brew as I laid there watching him. With his eyes watering, he excitedly handed it to me and said, "Here, Dude. Have some. It's the best."
Not wanting to be a downer, I put the bottle up to my lips while he watched grinning. I swallowed and felt the hot liquid go down my throat and warm my belly.
"Wow, that's the shit," I said.
He laughed and took the bottle back from me downing more of it before I knew what was even happening. I watched and for some reason, I found myself staring at the way his lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle. I felt the stirrings in my shorts but just thought I was catching a buzz. I was feeling the alcohol already and Johnny kept on drinking more and more. I was beginning to worry about him, but he was having a blast and who am I to stop my buddy from partying?
Suddenly, he snatched the headphones off of my head and asked, What are you listening to, man?"
I made a feeble attempt to grab them back but let him put them on his head and he started mimicking a rock star. I cracked up on the bed while I watched my friend make a complete idiot of himself. Then he started to dance around the bedroom with the headphones on and, to my surprise, he starts to seductively peel his t-shirt over his head like a stripper. I started cheering him on as he pulled the shirt up over his chest, showing me his smooth defined hairless stomach and pecs, pretending that he had tits and shaking them at me. It was hilarious and I was rolling on the bed in my shorts as I watched my buddy act like a female stripper. Man, I thought to myself, if the guys on campus could see my buddy now! He'd never live it down.
But when he started to unbutton his jeans real slow as he swayed his hips to the music, I got quiet and watched with interest. He had his eyes closed and was lost in the music in his ears as he unbuttoned his 501 buttons all the way down. I was starting to get a hard on in my shorts as he looked at me and licked his lips like the porn stars we'd seen on Dad's videos and lowered his jeans down around his slim hips.
I couldn't help it, but my dick throbbed in my shorts as he swayed to the music with his jeans down around his smooth thighs and his jockey shorts hugged his tight body invitingly. He suddenly laughed and pointed at my hard dick and said, "Dude! You got a hard on!"
Embarrassed, I said, "Knock it off, ya little freak. Let's play some cards." And tried to cover my bulging crotch with my hand and sitting up on the bed.
He pulled the headphones off of his head and said, "Oh, alright." Pulling his jeans up, he asked, "Whadda ya wanna play?"
I grinned. "Poker," I said, reaching for the cards.
"Cool," he said as he crawled onto my bed.
I started shuffling the cards and dealt them out on the bed between us. Looking at his hand, he asked, "What's your bet?"
Looking at his smooth shoulders and chest, I replied, "Your jeans."
"Hey! That's not fair! You don't have any jeans on!"
"So what? I'm not going to lose," I said confidently.
"Yeah, right. We'll see."
I laid my hand down on the bed. He said, "You asshole."
Putting my hands behind my head, I just said, "Lose 'em."
He stood up and pulled his tight jeans down over his hips again and tossed them on the floor. I felt myself stirring to life once more. I liked this game. Maybe I'll try to get him naked. Then I suddenly realized I wanted to be naked. I wanted him to stare at my dick. I wanted to see him hard. I was horny and wanted to jerk off. But this time I wanted HIM to jerk me off. We were grown up now. Maybe now I could talk into jerking me off. Now all I had to do is win a few hands.
As he sat there on my bed in his tight white jockey shorts and white gym socks, my dick continued to grow in my shorts. I lost that hand and I told him the only thing I had to lose was my shorts. Damn! I stood up and made a big show of pulling them off of my muscled slim hips, letting my 8 inch boner bounce out like a hot sword. He tried not to stare but I could see the swelling in his own shorts.
I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and tossed it at him. "Hey, Dude. Have another swallow."
"Yeah, sure," he said nervously.
I sat on the bed and held my dick in my hand as I watched his lips wrap around that bottle again. I squeezed my hard cock.
"Your deal, schmeal," I said.
He dealt. He lost.
"Drop the shorts, man," was all I said.
He stood up and my hard dick throbbed in my hand as he pulled his tight white jockey shorts over his hips and over his smooth round bubble butt.
He sat back down on the bed and he was so blasted, he didn't even try to cover up his hard dick.
My deal. "Okay, Johnny. If you lose this time, you gotta touch my dick."
"No way, man! I ain't gonna grab your dick!"
But I noticed his cock had bounced up in the air when he said it and I could have sworn there was a little shiny drop of something on the head of it.
"You got to, man. You gotta keep your word. A deal's a deal. I'd do it to you if I lost."
"You swear?"
"Hell, yeah," I retorted.
"You won't tell nobody?"
"Johnny," I admonished. "How long have you known me, man? We're Bros."
"Well, I ain't lost yet!"
"Yeah, but you're gonna.", I teased.
He dealt the cards. I lost.
He cackled like an old witch. "You lost!!", he yelled excitedly.
"Shut up, man. Keep your voice down. You wanna wake everybody up?" I was pissed.
He stood up next to the bed with is 6 inch boner practically in my face. He leaned close to me and whispered, "Touch it, loser."
Taking a deep sigh, I reached out and wrapped my fist around his young eager cock. I felt it throb in my hand. It was hard but the skin was silky. My own hard cock throbbed. I squeezed his shaft and saw a drop of pre-cum appear on the head of his dick. He closed his eyes, moaned and reached out to stabilize himself on the head board.
Getting brave, I let my hand caress his smooth hairless balls. Then I abruptly pushed him away and said, "Okay, man. I did it. You say one word to anyone and I'll kick your ass."
He giggled and got back on the bed, his hard cock waving in the wind. "I won't say nothing ever. Whatever we do stays between us, man. That's the way it's always been."
"Yeah, I know," I replied. I reached over and tousled his blond hair. He grinned back at me as I dealt another hand. I was triumphant.
"Okay, what do I gotta do?", he slurred, resigned to his fate.
I thought for a minute. He was getting polluted. It was now or never.
"Okay, I got it. What you gotta do is get on your knees in front of me and hold me dick in your hand in front of your face."
"No way, man. That's weird.", he rejected the idea. He was drunk but not completely out of it.
"Come on, Dude. I won fair and square. A bet's a bet."
He slunk off the bed to his knees and I stood up in front of him. I looked down and watched him take my big hard dick in his hand and hold it. It felt so good to have someone else touch my hard cock. Ever since we started college neither one of us had had time to go out with any chicks. Breathing rapidly, I said, "Okay, man. Now hold it in front of your face."
"Like this?", he asked.
I looked down and saw the big mushroomed head of my dick just an inch from his lips. At that moment I wanted more than anything to feel those lips around my dickhead like I had seen them around that bottle. In a husky voice, I replied, "Yeah, like that, man. Hold it there for one minute like that. And no fair moving."
He held my throbbing cock in his fist and I knew if I moved my hips forward just an inch, my cock would touch his mouth. His big blue eyes were glued to the head of my dick and he started squeezing it while he stared at it. I couldn't help it, but I sort of leaned forward and watched as the head of my dick swiped across his hot mouth, leaving a trace of pre-cum.
Like he was shocked by electricity, he pulled back and yelped, "Hey! That's gross, man."
"Hey!", I countered. "You broke your word. You didn't keep the deal. Now you gotta lick it."
"No way, man."
I grabbed the top of his blond hair. "I said, lick it, Johnny. Or I'll have to hurt you."
He knew I could whip his butt so he just quietly sat on his knees staring at my throbbing cock. To my amazement, without a word, I watched as those sweet lips parted and he stuck his pink tongue out and my dickhead made contact with a hot tongue for the first time in my life. It felt so good. I moaned and without thinking, I shoved my hips forward, still holding onto his head and forced his lips open and shoved my hard cock in his mouth.
To my surprise, he didn't fight it. He just sat there on his knees and allowed my dick into his virgin hot mouth. When I looked down, I noticed his dick was hard as a rock between his parted thighs. I took advantage of the situation and started pulling in and out of his mouth. For a minute, he let me do this, then he pulled off and said, "I don't wanna play anymore. I'm tired. I wanna go to bed. We both got early morning classes tomorrow."
I joked. "Okay, man. You kept your word. You paid you debt. Let's get some sleep. Want another drink?"
"No, thanks, man. I'm toasted. I just wanna crash."
He plopped down on the bed on his belly and all I could see was that smooth little butt. I stood by the bed slowly stroking my young manhood. He reached over to turn the light off and when he did, I noticed that his young cock was still rock hard.
"You gonna get into bed or what?", he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
In the dark, I crawled into bed next to him and laid there listening to him breathing. My dick was rock hard and I was horny.
"Hey, Johnny," I whispered. "Want a back rub?'
"Naw, I'm alright."
"Come on, man. It'll be good for you and it'll feel great."
"Oh, alright, if you want to."
I rolled over on my side facing him in the dark and let my hand start to wander over his young man smooth muscled back. Since we had both turned 18 a couple of years ago, Johnny's body had really started to develop. My dick was leaking like crazy. I let my hand go lower over his smooth cheeks and down to his legs. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea, even though I would have loved to massage and rub his tight ass.
But when I started running my hand lightly over his legs, I started kneading the tight muscles in his calves. As I could feel him relax, I went higher and started doing the same to his thighs. He just laid there in the dark letting me do what I wanted.
Getting up the nerve, I got up and straddled his slim body. My hard cock was standing up over his back as I started to massage his shoulders. I let my hands work their way down his back, massaging and kneading the firm muscled skin. As I scooted down to work on his lower back, my hard cock started riding in his smooth crack. I wanted so much to stick it in his hot ass and I was leaking pre-cum which coated his smooth crack.
As my hands worked lower on his back, he parted his legs slightly and my dick slipped between his legs. His hard cock was grazing against his tender young ball sack and the next thing I knew, he arched his hips up and I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything. I was going to cum. I could feel it, but before I did, I reluctantly crawled off of him and flopped down on the bed next to him, frustrated.
"How was that?", I asked.
"That was great, thanks man."
With both of us being so drunk, it wasn't long before I heard him snoring. Reaching over, I spread his legs wide and started running my hands up and down his semi-hairy legs. From his ankles to his ball sack. He was so hot and when I reached under him, I found his dick rock hard pressed against the sheets.
Then my finger found his smooth hairless crack and started gliding up and down. When I felt the hot tight virgin hole, I let my finger play against the virgin opening. To my surprise, I found myself licking my finger and nestling it back between his sweet cheeks. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, just following my instincts, I guess. With a little bit of pressure, I forced my finger into his tight virgin ass. Getting no response from him, I continued until I had my finger buried to the hilt in his virgin ass. He felt so hot and tight that I wanted to mount him and fuck my best friend. Right now.
Instead, I contented myself with finger fucking his hot little ass while I jerked off. Then I got to thinking that it would be really hot to jerk off on his butt and let my cum smear on his tight ass. He was passed out, he'd never know.
I made my decision and crawled on top of him and started jerking my hard dick over his tight buns. Then I started sliding my hard shaft up and down his smooth crack. This was too hot and I was so turned on and he was so asleep. I was gonna cum.
While sliding up and down his tight crack with my lubed hard dick, one of my thrusts landed my probing dickhead right up against that virgin hole. I froze. I could feel the blood pounding in the head of my dick and the head on my shoulders. I wanted to enter him. I wanted to take him.
I called out softly, "Johnny."
No answer.
Encouraged, I held my hard shaft in my hand and aimed it at his tight opening. I slowly, very carefully, eased my big dickhead into his tight hole. I would just put the head in that's all, I told myself. He wouldn't mind and probably wouldn't notice.
As I gently applied pressure I was astonished to feel his virgin asshole grab my hard cock and suck it in. I held still and didn't move. My hard cock throbbing just inside of his sweet, tight ass. I was in him! I was inside of my best friend's ass! And it was great! He was passed out drunk and I was violating him, but it was great!
Suddenly I wanted more. My hungry cock started inching more inside of his hot ass and he just laid there and took it. Eventually, my entire 8 inch cock was buried inside of his tight virgin ass. I laid on top of my friend, breathing heavily with my cock buried inside of him, loving the feeling of his hot smoothness enveloping me.
With very small, slow strokes, I started slowly, very slowly fucking him. Ah, it was so fucking hot and so fucking sweet. As I continued my first fucking, Johnny took me by surprise by raising his hips off of the bed, pushing more of himself onto me. I was astounded! But I was young dumb college man and full of cum.
I roughly grabbed him by the hips and started fucking my friend with his face buried in his pillow. He moaned and cried out but took it all. Soon, all too soon, I felt the cum boiling up from my swollen nut sack and I started pounding into his tender ass with deep long strokes while he quivered underneath me.
Without warning, I felt the sudden burst of climax and came deep up in my best friend's virgin ass. I couldn't get enough. I kept slamming into him with each jet spurt that burst from my hard muscled body. He moaned even louder and bucked his hips against me, taking all I had to give. That's when I realized that he had cum all over my sheets while I had been fucking his ass.
I gently pulled out of his sore, used ass and rolled over on my back next to him. We both lay there in the dark breathing heavily. I whispered, "Thanks, that was hot, Bro."
He didn't say a word. Just laid there in the dark on his stomach still breathing heavily.
Curious as to what had just happened between us and how come he didn't cry about it, I asked, "You ever do this before, Johnny?"
What he said next left my mind reeling. One word.
"Coach"
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