Just Friends

Is 3 company? 

It seemed as though neither of us was brave enough to actually purchase the book, "Kama Sutra for Men” at the sex shop. But Dave came up with a good idea. Perhaps the university library might have a copy? We discovered that, yes it does. But neither of us was brave enough to take it out on loan. We made ourselves very familiar with its location in the library stacks and visited when we could to read a page or two. (And look at the pictures.) The first few times someone might happen by, and we would immediately return the book to its shelf. Then we started using the old trick of putting it inside a larger book and reading more thoroughly. Between time taken on our studies and other activities, we seemed to find a new position only about once a week. We were not particularly interested in some of the positions. But the reading of the text started to bring forth other interesting material.

We discussed new ideas together. Dave suggested, “The book seems to have a different emphasis from our emphasis.”

“What do you mean?” I responded.

“Well, there is much more emphasis on the feelings of the individuals. They discuss feelings and look for positions and actions that illicit particular feelings. I think,” he said.

“True, we don't really do that,” I responded. “We do discuss things after the fact. But we are not really sharing our feelings about what happened. I guess I have mentioned a little about my feelings, like the feelings I had when you edged me, and also when you held me down. Those were mostly feelings of frustration and powerlessness, but they were also exciting. We did not follow up on those discussions. Some things I might want to try again, I guess.”

“And some of those things I would like to try for the first time since you described the feelings that you had while it happened,” he offered.

“I think the book seems to make a different emphasis too. At least in the beginning, we had the obvious goal of making each other cum. But I think the book puts more emphasis on enjoying the various actions as we go along. For example, we might linger on rimming and really enjoy it more.”

“I really like that idea,” I responded. “I really like getting rimmed. It almost makes we shudder all over. I think you would notice if it happens.”

He said, “I may have come across something you would like in my reading of 'the book'. It suggests techniques for rimming including licking along with the fingering. I would do that if you think you would like it.”

“Yes,” I said enthusiastically. “I think I would like that.”

“I think we should, mentally make a list of the things we would like to try. Then we could discuss them and decide together if we want to try something, and which of us would take what roles.” I added, “What do you think?”

“Ya. OK,” he said. “Or you could just try to fool me again when you want to be spanked again.” We laughed because we knew neither of us was serious. Besides it was still his turn to be the recipient of the next spanking.

“Hey, you said that you want to try getting spanked and we never did it. How about tonight?” I offered.

“But we need to have a new cover story ready for tomorrow morning,” he hesitated.

There was about to be a more convoluted consequence of Dave's Mom's training and the offering of our experience to the prof. I suppose with 45 students observing, we should not have been surprised that others would find out.

We were about to take off our clothes for our evening session when there came a knock at our door. We made puzzled looks towards each other wondering what that might be? It was very rare for anyone to knock on our door especially at this time in the evening. Dave answered the door with me peaking over his shoulder. It was a guy that neither of us had seen before. He was about my height, maybe slightly shorter, but with really red hair.

He said, “Can I speak to Dave?” Dave nodded. “I have been told that you could probably help me. But if you don't mind, may I come in to describe this in a more private setting.” Dave ushered him in. Then I saw that this guy was evidently well muscled even to be seen when his clothes were on. Dave offered him a seat on the bed which we don't usually use. He seemed overly eager to confide his issues with us. So, Dave suggested that he slow down and start at the beginning.

He started, “I first noticed this when I was working out with the climbing rope at the gym. I noticed that my balls were starting to become sore, and it increased over the next few days. It was getting to the point that they seemed to sort of ache all the time. I went to the campus clinic to see one of the doctors. He examined everything very seriously. Because of the location of the pain, he had me totally naked. He felt my balls where the ache originated. He felt my dick. He got me on my hands and knees on the examination table and checked my prostrate. He said that everything was fine. He asked me if I had wet dreams? I said, “Yes,” but added, “they were very infrequent.”

“Hmm,” he said. “At this stage in your development of puberty, you are likely experiencing a buildup of sperm in your testicles. Usually this is relieved by having sex with a partner. Or perhaps you could masturbate. This usually brings to an end your wet dreams as it is draining your testicles in an alternative manner.” He ended by suggesting that I should masturbate more often.

“I have tried, but I can't seem to get to the part when it actual drains,” he said.

Dave responded, “OK, OK slow down. First, what's your name?”

“Aiden,” he responded. “I tried, I tried.”

“OK, OK,” Dave said again. “What makes you think that I can help you?”

Aiden finally took a deep breath and said, “I have a friend in your class in medical school. She said that she could probably help me but would prefer not to. But that you seemed to know more about it than she did.”

Dave confirmed with him that the doctor had said that there was no physical problem. Aiden said, 'Yes.” So, Dave suggested that he perform an examination of his own. Aiden was eager and quick to strip naked. Dave explained that I was soon to be a medical student too. So, Aiden need not be concerned and perhaps Alex might learn from this. As soon as Aiden stripped, I could see that he was in fantastic shape. Every muscle that I had come to recognize was quite evident on Aiden. Dave had him lay on the bed. Dave commented on his being in good shape. Aiden explained that he is on the gymnastics team.

The other thing that was amazing to me was that his pubic hair was as red as his head. It was sort of red but a little orange too. The hair had recently sprouted above his penis and in his armpits. It was not really grown in yet. A late bloomer I guessed. As Dave examined his testicles, I could see that they had been sprouting this orange hair too. I thought that his penis looked different. The rest of his body was white, hairless, well formed, well-muscled, but still a little on the slim side. Wow, this kid was hot.

Dave asked, “Does it hurt when I handle your testicles?”

Aiden responded, “Yes, but it's really just a continuation of the ache which seems worse just the last few days. And I can't really get the masturbation thing to work for me. I can get myself hard but not follow through. Please, please could you help me?”

“Well, I am only a medical student,” said Dave. “So, I am not really supposed to give treatments yet. But I also don't want to leave you suffering when I might be able to do something to help. What I could do would be considered, let's say, intimate. And it could be illegal depending on your age.”

Aiden immediately exclaimed, “I just turned 18 last week. Please, please help, if you can.” I wondered if he was telling the truth or just desperate for help.

“OK” said Dave. “And the other thing would be that I don't want you telling others what happens here. OK?”

“Agreed,” said Aiden.

Dave instructed him to do what he usually does to get hard. Aiden started rubbing his penis. He had discovered the spot that got sensitive early in the sequence. He was starting to get hard. He played with his balls a little. I myself was getting a stirring in my crotch. As if his red pubic hair was not “turn on” enough. He was now getting hard right there for us to see.

Aiden started to do major stroking on his penis especially the shaft and he was getting pretty hard. (As was I, and maybe Dave too.) As he stroked his penis, I noticed that the skin seemed to move back and forth like a sheath around his shaft. The head of his penis appeared on each stroke. Dave told me to get the black and white jar from the medicine cabinet. He handed Aiden a small portion saying, “Try this. It's a lubricant.”

Aiden responded, “I never thought of that.” He worked it around and appeared to be getting harder.

“May I?” Dave asked. He gently touched Aiden's scrotum, saying, “You have the general idea but there are other sensitive spots that you can use to stimulate yourself. For example, your balls are sensitive.” Aiden produced an Ooo as Dave fondled his balls. But there was only a sightly harder penis (Even though it was getting to a considerable size.) Next Dave touched Aiden perineum. I am sure his penis was getting to about a foot long (or maybe just 10 inches) and thick too, almost 3 fingers wide. It seemed that the head of his penis was now going out from inside the sheath. As arousal continued, the head of his penis remained uncovered. With a little stroking from Dave, Aiden produced another Ooo. Dave said, “For a lot of guys this combination might do it.” But it didn't.

Aiden begged, “Can you do more of . . . something?”

Dave hesitated. “I can but this is where it becomes more intimate.”

“Please, please,” said Aiden. Dave pushed Aiden's knees up and applied some of the lube around his anus. This had a better effect. Aiden was getting really hard. The head of the penis was now mostly out of the sheath and the skin on his penis was getting taut. His penis was massive by now. But still no ejaculation. Dave's finger was already lubed, and he pushed it into Aiden's manhole. This elicited a squeal from Aiden. Then Dave went for Aiden's prostrate. That brought about the desired effect. Aiden became a fountain. He fired off again and again and again. He went into ecstasy, head back, mouth open, eyes rolled back. If I had not previously experienced it myself, I would have said he was having a seizure of some type. His ejaculations continued. Each time he shot a generous amount of thick, white, healthy-looking cum. I had never seen that much cum from one person before.

When he finally rejoined his surroundings, he said, “Wow, does that happen every time it shoots off?”

I spoke up, “Pretty cool isn't it. Did you see lights and stars and stuff?” He nodded. “But I'm sorry to disappoint you. That is not part of it every time. But sometimes.”

“So why did this finally happen for me?” He asked.

“Well, you learned some new stimulation spots.” said Dave. “But that last one, which is inside you, usually takes another person helping you. Do you have a friend who might be able to learn to do that for you?”

He said, “No I don't. I'm a bit of a loner. Gymnastics is a solitary sport. The team is not really a team in the usual sense. We don't work together much. Some of the guys don't even like to go to the showers together. They are shy, I guess. Maybe I could come back for another treatment in the future?”

Dave and I looked at each other. Then Dave addressed Aiden. “I was thinking that this would be a one-time thing. When you learn these things, you should be able to do it yourself.”

“But I don't think I can do that last thing that you did. I might need your help again,” he said.

Again, Dave was saying, “I think that you should attempt to do this on your own. If it does not work for you, we will see. OK?”

Aiden's chest was covered with cum. He asked to use our shower. We let him. He did not close the bathroom door. Maybe he thought that we had seen everything. Just seeing that bright red-orange pubic hair was enough to get me hard. I had seen his ass only briefly. Now it was more on full display and making me hard or maybe harder is the right word. I could hardly wait for him to finish and leave. I wanted so bad, to get time with Dave and his ass.

After Aiden got dry, and dressed, he thanked Dave and left.

We looked at each other. We could hardly believe the beauty we had just seen. But we both felt committed to each other. And said simultaneously, “Where were we?” and giggled.

I decided to tease him and said, “I was about to spank you. It's your turn. And you need it after not sharing more of that guy with me. I did not get to touch him like you did.”

He teased right back, “I was just doing a medical procedure. I want to do something much nicer with you. I want to lick your manhole.”

With that we stripped. We tried to kiss as we took off our clothes. It was a new and sort of fun challenge. But we were still centered on stripping instead of enjoying the kisses. We were soon naked. We were not exactly limp where it counts. He laid me on my back and pushed up my knees. This time he put two pillows under my butt. My knees were near my head and the weight of my legs was opening my butt hole to Dave's attentions. He wetted his finger and massaged my anus. It was great.

Then he did what he said he had intended to do. He got to licking around my anus. It was even better than great. I felt waves of thrills pass from my anus to the rest of my body. I was smiling, happy, and closed my eyes to enjoy it more. He saw my face and just kept right on licking, around and around and up and down. Then he pushed his soft tongue just a little into my hole. This seemed to relax me, and I opened more to his licking. Wow, I was having a wonderful time. He paused for a moment, and asked, “You like that?”

“Oh Ya,” I moaned back. He kept on licking for a long time.

Finally, he entered me with his manhood. I had enjoyed the lead-up so much that I was truly ready. He fucked me slowly. I responded by gripping him on the out-stroke and just enjoying his thrust on the in-stroke. He could see that I was as hard as he was. He started to speed up until we were feeling more like wild animals. And we did that thing again. We came together.

We slept that night content in our relationship and wet with our cum. We had entered a new level of joy and excitement. Where could we go from here.