Brian and I were buds. We met in college and discovering we actually lived near each other in my hometown, became buddies.
It was the second summer, he and I went to the beach, worked a part time job together, saw films, went to parties with some of his old friends and then to one or two with my old friends, got drunk together and went looking for chicks together.
Ok the last one I didn't really get excited about but he wanted to do it so I went.
We wore speedos when going swimming, perhaps I should ahve known then since the fashion was baggy jams, but he didn't care and with his lead I didn't. In fact it was he who loaned me a pair of his swim team speedos as I remember.
We were drinking that Friday night and he crashed at my folks house. They were out of town so I felt especially free. We hung out by the big screen tv in our jockeys and drank beer until we began to fool around..no not that way...just punching, wrestlnig like little kids..finally he said he was wiped out.
By the time I cleaned up, turned out the lights, locked the doors and went upstairs, Brian was sleeping on the bed. And to my delight he had thrown his jockeys on the floor and was laying face down on the bed, naked.
I cautiously got on the same bed and watched him sleep. I had stared at him now and then, and I remembered those images when I whacked off. He wasn't a model by any means, but he was all man, smooth freckled body and dark reddish brown hair.
I touched him lightly and he didn't respond. I listened and heard the steady breathing that told me indeed he was asleep.
The light from the night stand was low but illuminated his body enough for me to appreciate it. The shaps of his shoulders, the convolution to his backbone canal and the smooth rise of each buttock made me hard. He couldn't see so I took my jockeys off and let my raging hard on free.
Growing more bold I touched his back. He didn't react. I felt the muscles in his back and the pulse that beat below the smooth skin. I slid my hand across his back slowly, memorizing each inch. His muscles on each side of his backbone were pliable but hard. And the feeling my palm had as his back narrowed to the lower back and then suddenly blossomed to his round firm buttocks.
I almost came just by touching him. I moved so I could use both hands and repeat the feeling sliding from his neck to his shouldres down his sides and into the dimples of his buttocks. Then back again to slide down the flat of his shoulders down his back over his buttocks and over them to the thighs that I had admired when seeing him walk, run, dive and swim.
My hands moved down each thigh to the back of his knees and over his calfs to his feet, Two large long and smooth feet.
I waited and not hearing or seeing any indication that he was awake, I parted his buttocks just enuogh to let one hand in and slide across his butthole and down under his nutsac.
He grunted and mumbled. I pulled back not knowing what to do. I backed off the bed and into the bathroom doorway.
He moved around an turned over. I waited to make sure he wasn't going to jump up and hit me for taking such freedoms. He didn't. Rather his light snore started. I was safe.
I decided to get in my own bed but crouched there playing with my erection trying to decide if I should jack off while watching him or do it in the bathroom so he wouldn't suddenly awake and see me.
He was sleeping. His chest rising and falling. His arms were spread out and his legs slightly parted. Inbetween them his penis rose in a wonderful nocturnal erection that made my mouth water.
I moved to his bed and touched his belly, excited to feel the pulsing and movement. His chest rose to the two musclular mounds I had often grabbed when we joked around. His nipples were pointed. I felt each one lightly thumbing each tip. I ran my hands from his neck out onto each round shoulder and across the arms.
I moved them back to the chest again and down each side to his hips almost bending over and kissing that lucious cock. I had seen it soft and hard before. Brian was never shy around me and would come from the shower with his erection.
"shit this thing just wont' behave" he'd jokinly complain "Wish there was a chick here" and he'd grab it and disappear back into the bathroom presumbably to milk it in private.
MY palms slid down across his belly, over his hip bones to his thighs and inside each one letting my knuckles brush on either side of his testicles.
His muscular thighs begged for my touch. His calfs and feet wamed to my touch and worship.
It was time to do what I really wanted to. But surely that would wake him up. If he did, our friendship would surely end I knew. But my gut demanded my actions. I could claim I was drunk too, though Brian knew it took alot for me to get drunk. Maybe I could just say I was so horny, I lost control, that would be the truth.
Brina wouldn't hit me, I knew, but he'd be pissed and probably leave the room and sleep on the couch if not leave the house. Would he tell everyone on campus I was a fag? Would he tell the hold high school friends we knew?
MY hand ignored my fretting and was soon holding that fleshy bag of glands. It was smooth. Brian shaved his nuts, he never said why. But I was glad his did. I gently moved the testicles around.
Brian didn't wake up.
My other hand encircled his cock lightly going the length from the base up the stalk and over the tip. There was a bit of fluid on the tip. Not worrying if it was piss or precum I put some in my mouth. It was the sweet tasting precum I had grown to love.
I bent forward and kissed the ballsac, the cock and the tip of it wiping it with my tongue. I could slip my lips around it and suck. That would wake him I knew and end this. But if I controlled myself, I could probably do this again sometime when Brian came over and drank.
I wanted to stay there kneeling over him and jack off letting my cum splatter all over him and then lick every droplett from his wonderful skin.
Brian shifted and moved a bit. I backed off the bed just in time. I got under the sheets and faced away from his bed.
I heard him rise, grunt and shuffle into the bathroom. He didn't close the door nor turn on a light. I heard his urine shoot into the toilet and opening my eyes a bit saw the silhouette of his naked body standing there as he shook his penis to get rid of the last drop.
He turned on the lights and I closed my eyes. I heard him opening the drawer next to the sink and the sounds of him looking for something. I squinted my eyes open just as he turned the light out.
He shuffled past my bed. Thus far, he said nothing or did nothing that told me he knew what I had been doing to his body a few minutes before.
Then I held my breath feeling his body weigh down my bed. I felt the heat of his body next to mine. And his hands lay on my side.
I didn't know what to do or say. I didn't know whether to act asleep or pretuend he had suddenly awakened me.
But before I could decide I felt his cock, I felt his hand fingering my butthole sliding it inside. I almost came. He seemed to be wiping the inside of my anal canal.
"Ok breath normally" his whisper told me. He knew I was awake.
His cock was pressing into me. I tried to relax, I knew from past experience that helped. And his cock stretched my asshole, my sphinter too and was soon sliding deeper and deeper into me.
His smooth muscled arm went under me and the other over me as he moved close to me. My back felt his chest against my shoulder blades. My back felt his belly, my legs felt his intertwining trapping me in his embrace.
Then slowly at first he began to fuck me...I felt his deep breath on the back of my neck. I turned my head to meet his and we kissed. The intrusion into my butt was buried in the passion as our kisses became more desperate more passionate.
All I wanted was him to fuck me. I pressed back with each thrust, I tightened with each withdrawel. I heard his reactions.
"fuck you're so fuckin tight" he gasped and I knew that was a good thing. I squeezed, I pushed back, I begged him to fuck me harder, not so much because I wanted him to fuck me harder but I wanted him to know I wanted him.
He came inside me. If he had tried to pull out I wouldn't have let him. I wanted to feel his cock expand at that moment, I wanted to feel his cock relax inside me as he lay there still holding me.
All of this he did. We awoke and it was still dark, I wasn't sure what time it was.
"you ok?" he whispered apparently knowing I had awakened.
I kissed him my answer.
"we better clean up" and so in the dark, we shared the hot shower and soothing soap as we explored each other in the shower.
"you were hot last night" he said "why didn't we do that long ago?" he asked.
I didn't answer, I wanted to crouch over him and do what I had wanted to do hours before. He let me move him to the bed and lay there as I licked, sucked and made his cock rise to it's hardest size.
And as I let myself slide down on it, I put his hands on my chest where his fingers began to torture my nipples.
I awoke alone. Brian was standing in the bathroom pissing. The door was opened so I could watch him standing there naked shooting a powerful stream into the toilet. He turned and saw me awake.
"hey good morning, have a nice sleep last night?" his smile was normal. I realized I had dreamed the entire night.
As usual he walked immodestly naked back into the bedroom. Had I touched him and then gone to sleep, had I slept the entire time fantasizing and dreaming even that part of the night?
My cock was hard tenting the sheet.
"looks like you had a good night" Brian saw my boner sheet tent.
Then he got on my bed. We horsed around all the time so this too wasn't abnormal.
"Maybe I should help you out" he pulled the sheet away and bent over to swallow my cock. I gasped and almost came immediately. His finger dove under the sheet and into my butthole. It felt the way I had dreamed it felt the night before.
I tried to move but he pushed me back and made me lay there as he sucked then jacked me off. I couldn't believe we were actually doing this this time. I lay there gasping feeling my sperm all over my body.
"nice way to wake up huh?" he asked. He knelt there holding his cock and jacking it. I assumed he would be shooting all over me soon.
It wasn't the same as my dream from the night before but it was a start, our friendship would never be the same and I hoped sometime it would become what my dreams defined.
Then he grabbed my ankles and pushed them back.
"now it's my turn, I want to see if you're still as tight as you were last night"
I didn't have time to react, my asshole welcomed him inside me. Last night, I realized wasn't a dream, it was real and he was fucking me hard and again now".
From that time on we were physical with each other all the time, horsing around in the pool wearing our small speedos, wrestling around on the grass like to horny teenagers, sliding all over each other naked as our cocks moved in and out of each other.
We had gone from buddies, to friends, to fuck buddies to lovers in one night thanks to my touch, my love of touching him.
It was true love true ecsctay to the touch.