Just Friends

 More than friends?

It was coming towards Christmas.  What should I get as a present for this guy, Dave, who is now my very best friend ever.  He was helping me get into medical school.  His family was giving me free accommodation and board.  And his parents were writing letters of recommendation to accelerate my entrance to medical school.   Dave was sharing his dorm room, his knowledge of the courses and the system, and really, every bit of his body with me.  His family is rich.  He has everything.  And I freely give him all of me.

He really liked his birthday present when I rode his engorged penis.  That gift was pretty hard to top but I wanted to do something special for this lovely guy.  I needed new ideas.  We had pretty much exhausted the 'Kama Sutra for Men.'  I had to think of something new.

We got a Christmas Party invitation in the mail.  It was from a frat house about a block away from our dorm room.  We were going to discard it when the phone rang.  It was Aiden.  We had not heard from him since the long weekend at the Lake House.  We thought that we were done with him.  We had helped him learn to masturbate and later almost by accident, helped him discover his sexuality.  He had moved into a frat house with several of the guys from the gymnastics team.  We wished him well but didn't really want to deal with him again. 

He was asking if we would accept the invitation and attend the Christmas Party at the Frat House.  We were reluctant.  He said that he had found a friend, another member of the gymnastics team.  Aiden was trying to encourage us to attend the party and wanted us to meet his friend and give the friend some hints about how to help Aiden.  We had taught Aiden several points on his body where he could stimulate himself towards ejaculation.  This had been a problem for him.  When we first met him, he was still having wet dreams and unable to relieve the pressure which would build up in his testicles.  He eventually cajoled us into saying that we would attend the party. 

Dave said, “We only have to make a token appearance and leave early.”  I thought that sounded like a good idea.

We walked over to the Frat House on the evening of the party.  It was a nice walk.  It was cold in the snow and a little magical in the dark with the streetlights showing the gently falling snow.  When we arrived, we were met at the door by a guy who was evidently another member of the gymnastics team.  He was clearly well muscled under his shirt.  The temperature in the house had been pushed up and the number of party goers was adding to the warmth.  We left coats, boots, and sweaters in a room near the door. 

When we got into the main downstairs room, it was warm.  Drinks were free at the bar.  Vodka martinis were readily available.  Several of the gymnastic team had taken off their shirts.  They were playing bump with each other.  It was something to see.  Some martinis were pushed our way.  We imbibed.  After about an hour we were thinking about leaving.  That was when a couple of announcements were made. 

First announcement, “The time of the evening has come for total freedom between friends here.”  Each person was given a cardboard box.  We were a little confused.  Then everyone stripped naked and put their clothes in their box, printed their names and set the boxes away for later.  We had become noticeably not naked.  After a few odd looks, we stripped off too.  Being blonde our blushing was very evident down our chests and even in our butts.  But our blush was indistinguishable from the alcohol induced flush of a lot of the guys present.  It was a room of beautiful bodies.  There were a lot of muscles which are sort of seen at gymnastic competitions under uniforms but now on naked display.

Second announcement from one of the Frat organizers, “I have a friend in first year medical school.  That is the same class with our guest Dave.  I am told that he is an expert at masturbation and its many delights.  So, you guys might want to get some pointers this evening.  It was about then that we realized that there were no girls present, just these gorgeous naked gymnasts.  There seemed to be no concern that many of them were now semi hard.  As were we.

Several of them gathered around Dave to ask questions.  Dave was careful.  First, he asked, “Is everyone here over 18?” The party responded in the affirmative.  Then he said, “Let's be clear, I don't do anything without the consent of any person involved.”  They all looked very young.  Next, he asked, “OK. This is obviously not a time to be embarrassed, so let me ask if there are any guys here who still have wet dreams?”  A few hands were raised. I wondered if this was the alcohol speaking because several of them had had a few martinis.  I think Dave had a couple or three martinis too.  He was not usually this forward.

“OK,” said Dave. “I want you to pair up with a good friend that you can really trust.  Find a place to have the wet-dreams guy lay on his back; on a table, on the floor, on the bar, whatever.”  At this point, I was sure that Dave had too many.  Then he said, “I would like to ask my friend Alex, to help me with this demonstration.”  I was shaking my head, trying to say no.  But I had too many also.  After some cajoling, I got on my back on a regular-height table in front of Dave.  I did not want to do this here, in front of all these naked guys.  But I was already getting hard and with my alcohol fogged head, I could not make myself refuse.  I pulled up my knees and held them with my hands.

As I looked around, I noticed that all these gorgeous guys were naked and hard too.  I thought that was unusual.  I found out later that the martinis were strong with alcohol content and also included a generous dose of Viagra.  I was woozy and near passing out.  I remember Dave naming the erogenous zones and touching or tickling me to show each one. He started with nipples and the base of the penis. The standing member of each pair copied Dave’s actions.  Then Dave moved on to the perineum and the anus. I thought, 'oh no.  Is Dave going to have me cum here in front of these naked gorgeous guys like he had to do in front of the medical class?’  It seemed like that was where he was headed.  I was reticent but my body was ready, and my dick was really hard.  He stroked it several times then explained about all the nerve endings in the scrotum and fondled my testicles.  Each pair of guys did similarly.  Again, he moved on to my perineum.  I was hard and the skin on my penis was taut.  I heard him say, “This is often enough to get release of sperm but not always.  And for you guys having wet dreams, you might appreciate the release of pressure in your balls.”

As I glanced around, I saw that some of the guys on their backs had cum, but not all. 

Then Dave said, “We can do more.  Circling the ass hole is another good one. I suggest using some sort of lube for this.”  He dipped his fingers in a handy martini and back and forth to my asshole several times.  He demonstrated going around with his finger.  Everyone was looking at my ass.  I was embarrassed but already blushing from the alcohol.  The martini lubed a bit but also stung just a bit.  Then Dave put a finger in me, not very deep.  “There are several good areas in here,” he said.  He was fingering around the muscle just inside me.  Then he added, “But the best one is a full finger's length deep, just behind the dick.  Curl you finger gently towards the dick. He touched my prostrate and said, “This should pretty much do the trick.”

I glanced around again to see that more of the guys were ejaculating.

But not me.  Was it the embarrassment, or the alcohol, or the apprehension in my head.  My head was very fuzzy by now.  Dave seemed dismayed and disappointed that I had not yet fired off.  I think he was also frustrated because his demonstration was not working.  Then he said, “Sometimes a finger is insufficient.  Sometimes you need something bigger and longer.”  Oh no.  I knew where this was going.  My head was saying 'no, no.'  Part of me was saying, 'yes, yes, I want to cum and relieve this buildup of pressure.’  Dave took the initiative and entered me with his engorged dick.  To concentrate on my prostrate, he was going only halfway in.  His dick naturally aimed up.  He thrust several times. He squeezed my prostrate on each thrust.   I felt the sensation of my juice going up the inside of my dick.  I remember firing off once maybe twice before I passed out.  It was not ecstasy.  It was the alcohol. 

The next thing I remember was Dave trying to wake me.  He said, “Come on, get dressed, it's time to go.”

I heard the organizer saying, “Remember the Frat house rules.  What happens at a Frat house party stays at a Frat house.  Not to be discussed with non-members or outside the house.”

I dragged on my clothes.  I did not find my underwear.  I was given my coat and boots.  Dave had an arm around me and helped me out the door.  The cold weather did a little to sober me, but we staggered together back to our dorm-room.  My still hard dick was loose in my jeans. I remember thinking it strange that even in the cold my dick was still hard. We barely managed to get out of our coats and boots when we collapsed on our bed.  We were both struggling to push and kick off our clothes to the floor.  Then we passed out together to sleep it off.

*     *     *     *

I woke first in the morning. My head was still abuzz.  But I was coordinated enough to make it to the toilet to pee. I was continuing to be sort of aroused and hard.  Dave was still out of it.  I crawled back into bed next to him hoping for another sleep to get through this hangover.  That is when Dave began to rouse, but only partially. 

First, he said, “Oooh, my head.”  Then, in a weak voice, he asked, “Are you OK?”

“Better than you I think,” I responded.  He responded with mmm.  I said, “You were a very bad boy last night.  You actually fucked me right there is front of all those guys.  I can't believe you did that.  You should be punished, so that you don't do that ever again.” 

I got out of bed and got the paddle down from where Dave had hung it on the wall.  I think he saw me.  He weakly moaned, “I should be punished.”  He pulled off the covers and rolled himself over onto his chest with his butt exposed. It was all he could do.  I applied a solid first Wack squarely on his butt.  I got in a few more swats. He seemed to be coming around.

He was starting to babble, “I should be punished for agreeing to go to that party.”  Wack. Wack.

“I should apologize for encouraging you to go too.” Wack. Wack.

“I should apologize for not leaving when everyone got naked.” Wack. Wack.

“I should apologize for getting you to be my demo.” Wack, Wack.

“I should apologize for fucking you there in front of all those guys.” Wack. Wack.

“Ya, you got to the part that really bugs me,” I said.  Wack. Wack.  I was getting tired and slowing down.

Dave said, “and protecting you after you passed out, when everyone wanted to fuck you.”

I paused in mid swing. “What!” I said.

“Ya everyone in the room wanted to fuck you in the ass.  I had opened you up.  And they wanted to be next,” he responded.  “You were right out of it.”

I lowered the paddle.  I was looking at the ass that I had just spanked to a rosy, red hue.  And thinking, ' I owe this guy for protecting me from a serious gangbang.’

He finally got up and went to the bathroom to pee.  I heard a long pee.  It gave my addled brain a little time to think.  I was realizing that I really owed this guy. He had protected me.  I still wanted him to be my friend even more than before (if that's possible.)

When he returned, I asked, “You really protected me from a gangbang with a bunch of guys whose sexual history was unknown?  I could have caught anything.” He nodded.  “I really owe you for that.  I want to make an apology to you,” I said.

What should I do?  All I could think of was to get on my hands and knees.  I said, “I apologize.  You can spank me or fuck me.  Then we can call it even? How about that?”

He hung up the paddle back on the wall.  He entered me and thrust a few times.  But I could tell that he did not have the energy for it now.  “Can we be OK with each other for now.  I will apologize again later maybe?” I said.  I was beginning to wonder if he let me spank him because he wanted to know what that felt like.  If I had known the whole story, I would not have spanked him.

He responded, with a nonchalant, “OK.  We both need a shower.  How about we help each other?  I doubt if I could reach my back or several other parts of this bod right now.”  He took my hand and led me to the shower.

We showered together.  We washed each other’s dicks and balls and asses.  We were finally starting to get a little limp. That is when we looked at each other and said together, “Viagra.”  I tried to be careful with his ass.  It was still rosy red.  We toweled each other off.  I gently patted his butt dry with a towel.  He thanked me for that.  We got dressed, hoping that we could still get some breakfast. 

When we got to the dining hall, we were able to get breakfast and the much-needed coffee.  I sat down with the usual gang.  We were getting odd looks all round.  Someone spoke up before Dave sat.  “So, I am guessing that even older brothers act badly and get punished sometimes.”

“Yup.” I said and launched into eating my breakfast.  Dave stood all through breakfast for the shear entertainment of the gang at the table.

*     *     *     *

That was our first Christmas Party that year.  But there was more to come.  Dave’s parents had invited me to join them at their house to celebrate Christmas.  This was not their house by the lake which Dave and I had enjoyed so many times.  This was a big stately looking house in the city.  But not the same city where the university was.  We had a long drive to get there.  During the drive, we discussed again the terms ‘top’ and ‘bottom’ as they apply to our mutual masturbation.  We were not sure, but it seemed that the top is the person with their penis inside the other person.  So, the bottom is the other guy.  And this is regardless of who is physically on top of the other.  For example, riding Dave, which I love doing so much, has me on top but I would really be termed the bottom.  I guess some guys prefer certain positions, but we tend to share the titles as we wish at any given time.

We arrived at this very stately and conservative looking home.  It was nicely decorated for Christmas with lights around the windows and lights on some of the evergreen trees outside.  There was a warm welcome at the front door.  I received hugs from both of Dave’s parents.  I was never quite sure what would be next from Dave’s mother.  She had gotten us into providing DNA samples for her sperm bank.  Then she offered us to the medical school for demos, naked in front of the entire class.  This had led to Aiden requesting help in masturbating. Then, most recently, all this had led to our demonstration at the Frat House party.  At the same time, neither Dave nor I had any idea just how much of our ‘friends with benefits’ relationship had become evident to his mother.

The next surprise was his mother’s move.  She said, “I figured that you two wouldn’t mind.  This house has a lot of rooms, but we also have a lot of house guests for Christmas.  So, I planned on the two of you sharing Dave’s old bedroom.”  My mind went to ‘Just what exactly does that mean?’  Then she dropped the zinger.  She asked, “So, are you a top or a bottom?”  I was ready to die on the spot.  I looked at Dave and he seemed unperturbed.  I tried to follow his lead and hoped that I would not get a full-blown blush to give it all away.  Then his Mom said, “There are bunk beds in Dave’s room.  Do you like the top or the bottom?  Dave likes the top.” 

With some relief, I said, “Doesn’t matter to me. I am happy with either one.”  We went to our room to unpack.  It was a nice room with a shower cabinet in the corner, a toilet and a sink along the same wall.  They were not in a separate on-suite bath.  I guessed the house had been seriously renovated to get away from having an old-style bathroom down the hall.  It was nice.  We certainly didn’t mind showering in front of each other or showering together.  It would give me the opportunity to see how the rosy, red of Dave’s butt was doing.  But really, we only used one of the bunks.  With both of us together, it seemed wiser to use the lower bunk.  We just messed up the sheets on the other bunk.  We also thought it better not to experience our 'friend with benefits' here as Dave’s parents would probably figure out what was happening.  We did jerk each other off in the shower and satisfied ourselves with that for a few days.

It was very nice to meet Dave’s extended family, aunts and uncles and cousins.  And the Christmas food was great.  There was Christmas pudding, my favorite.  There was a big Christmas Dinner with turkey on Christmas eve.  By Christmas eve we were getting frustrated and really wanted our time together.  But how could we do that?  Dave came up with the idea.  Let’s go to the Lake house to check that everything is OK in the freezing weather.  He explained it to his parents and family.  Dave’s parents thought it was a good idea and thanked us.  They said it would save them a trip to check on the place.  Dave and I were planning to take the rest of our Christmas holiday there.

We decided that we would depart later, on Christmas day after opening gifts.  It was previously explained to me that I was not expected to find gifts for people that I did not know, like Dave’s extended family or any of the family for that matter.  His Mom had simply said how happy they were that Dave has such a good friend.  That made me feel warm.

Then another thing made me feel warm.  We had all gathered around a very nicely decorated Christmas tree.  When gifts were handed out on Christmas morning, I sat with Dave.  We both received a parcel from Santa which seemed pretty much the same.  They were just over a foot square, about four or five inches think and soft.  We opened them at the same time.  Obviously, they were the same.  They were red plaid and soft.  They were one piece long fleecy suits with feet at the ends of the legs.  Someone had taken the trouble to embroider ‘Dave’ onto the front chest of his and ‘Alex’ onto the front chest of mine.  His mother said, “We know how much you love going to the lake house even in the winter. So, we got you both some nice warm sleep wear. Enjoy.”  She gave us a wink which I don’t think anyone else saw.  Darn, I wish I had some idea how much of our relationship she had perceived. 

Later that day we loaded up our stuff in Dave’s truck and said our thanks and goodbyes.  We were off to the lake house.

*     *     *     *

It was a bit of a drive.  We got to the house just as the sun was getting low.  The house was not really cold, but the heat was set low and would take some time to really get warm.  We set a fire in the fireplace to accelerate the warming process.

We were going to have the best part of a week for ourselves.  We moved in our stuff and found our sleeping bags to roll out in front of the fire.  We checked that there was sufficient wood for the fire.  We decided to try out the new sleep wear.  We were kissing for a while and hugging.  We gently and slowly helped each other out of our sweaters over the heads.  Then we each unbuttoned our partner’s shirt.  We had learned to unbutton the sleeves so that we did not end up tied up.  I really loved his chest now that the curly blonde hair had grown back after shaving it off for last summer’s lifeguard job.  I kissed his chest and licked his nipples until they stood up.  My chest against his chest was enough to get me started.  He kissed me.  Our tongues battled.  He kissed below my ear, working his way down my neck.  My chest was not completely without hair but relatively hairless.  He found my nipple and not only licked but sucked.  He was already making me a little wild.  He unfastened my pants and knelt as he pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles.  My dick stood up to meet his eager mouth.  I stepped out of my clothes.  It felt great; him sucking my hardening dick and the warmth of the fire on my naked skin.  He looked up at me. I held the sides of his blonde head enjoying every second of his licking and sucking. 

After a lengthy session, I pulled him up for more kissing and tongue wrestling.  Then I unfastened his pants.  I pulled down his pants, then his underwear.  His dick slapped itself up hard against his abs as it popped up.  He had always seemed so turned on by stimulating me.  I sucked him.  The skin was already taut.  I was not achieving any greater arousal for him. He was clearly enjoying the sucking and licking attention that I was providing to him.  It also made me happy, and I was continuing to be very hard.

Then he suggested that we try out the new sleep wear.   We did.  His hard dick points up more than me. But mine was tenting out the front of the red plaid material significantly.  That is when I noticed that the back had a large flap held up by two buttons.  I dropped mine and wiggled my butt at Dave.  He obliged by laying me down on the sleeping bags and folding me up, so my knees were near my ears.  He grabbed a couple of pillows from the sofa to hold up my butt.  This was my favourite position, and he knew it.  He proceeded to lick my balls and perineum.  The position of my legs had totally opened my anus to his attention.  Immediately he was licking around and around, then around the other way.  He paused for a moment to say, “You know that they drugged us with Viagra the night of the Frat Party?”

“I had guessed that,” I said.  “And those martinis were extra strong too.”  He continued licking me.

“Ya.  I hope you know that I would never have fucked you in front of those guys if I had not been so drunk.  Now I feel like they really manipulated me,” he said in an apologetic tone. 

“You are forgiven.  I even love you more for protecting me when I was passed out,” I said.  He was still licking me.  “I apologize for spanking you before I got the whole story.”

He poked his tongue into me, and pulled out to say, “You are forgiven.  I had wanted to see what it felt like to be spanked and now I know.”  I giggled. His tongue was in me again and I loved it. 

Then he said, “You know, I don’t think we have any use for Viagra.  I could do this as long as you like.  I just love licking you.” 

“And I just love being licked and rimmed like this,” I responded.

After a long session, I said, “I think I am going to cum and christen our brand-new sleep wear.”  I could not figure how to get my dick free quickly, but Dave had figured it.  He pushed the red flannel fleece up my thighs until my dick was within his reach.  He moved forward and took my manhood in his mouth, sucking and licking until I came in his mouth.  It was a big load.  I had not really cum hard for the few days that we were at his parents’ house.  He licked and sucked great amounts of juice from me. He seemed very pleased with himself.  I was pleased with him too. 

He pulled the red fleece back towards my ass then removed the pillows so that I could lower my legs.  He was on his hands and knees over me and kissing me.   His mouth tasted of my cum.  He started unbuttoning the front of my sleep suit.  I unbuttoned his.  I wanted our chests and abs to be touching.  I helped him out of the sleeves.  He hugged me and we rolled over so that I was on top.  Then he helped me out of the sleeves of my sleep suit.

We rubbed out chests together.  I was getting to really love this.  I unbuttoned his suit down all the way.  We kissed.  He sucked my tongue.  I knew what would please him.  We were both still hard and my back flap was down.  I was till lubricated from his saliva.  I reached back to pick up his dick and settled down onto him with his manhood inside me.  He loved this, letting me know with a little whimper.  I loved it too.  I started slowly bobbing up and down.  Each time I pulled up, I clinched on him like a milking machine.  I don’t know how he held back.  I was enjoying every moment.  I was speeding up. Then he exploded within me, and I loved that too.   I had stopped bobbing. He was doing the thrusting into me now.  He kept on shooting into me for a while.  He had a big load too.

We kissed. We were so happy.  We fell asleep with me crouched on top of him and him in me. 

When we woke the next morning, he had gone limp and come out of me at some point during the night.  I had retained all of his happy juice.  I was not leaking.  I think I wanted some part of him in me.  We decided to be crazy and run naked through the snow down to the lake and wash.  The water was cold.  We were fast.  We washed each other.  He fingered into my anus and asked, “how do you do that?”

I responded, “I do it because I want you in me.  I love you.”  We hugged then ran back up to the house to get warmed up.  We realized that this was one of those special times when we professed love for each other.

The rest of the week was similarly special.  We enjoyed our carefree time away from classes, just enjoying each other.

We returned to the university with a new vigor to succeed.