Just Friends

We woke the next morning. We had been exhausted. I had not stirred all night or what there had been left of it after our session last evening. I loved waking up this way with Dave nestled against my back. Just yesterday I had been upset about waking up naked with another guy. Today it seemed more than natural and even desirable. It was warm and lovely. We were at Dave's family's retreat/home on a small private lake. I am so glad that he invited me. He stirred about the same time that I did.

“That was really awesome,” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes awesome,” I said. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“Actually, thank you, thank you,” he responded.

“I don't know who is most thankful, but I know that I have to pee,” I said. “Believe me, I will be right back.”

“Do you want me to hold you while you pee? Like on Thursday night.” he laughed.

“I think I can manage. Your touch might actually make it harder for me to pee. You know, harder,” I giggled back at him. I slipped out of bed. He seemed to be enjoying the view of my butt so I wiggled it and proceeded to the other side of the bed where the toilet was in the corner. He rolled over to watch me so I put on a little show. I crouched just enough that I was sure that he could see the back of my scrotum and let go a hardy pee.

When he could hear that I was finished, he asked, “Do you need me to wipe you this time?” I imitated a laugh with Ha, Ha. And pulled a wad of paper off the roll. I dropped it on purpose and bent over to pick it up so as to display everything; open ass crack, anus, scrotum, and penis. I was still well bent over when I wiped myself, peeking at him between my legs and said, “See, I can do it myself this time.” I dropped the paper in the toilet and flushed. I rushed to get back in bed, hoping for a continuation of last night; perhaps a little morning delight or a lot.

“I need a turn at that,” he said and got out of bed to pee. At that we heard a car in the distance. He moved to look out the window. “It's my parents.” I sensed his concern and got out of bed fast. He rushed to his top drawer which we had explored yesterday and grabbed a pair of red swim briefs.

“Quick. Grab your gym bag, run two doors to the left, mess up the bed a bit, flush the toilet there and put these on. I'll say you were about to get a swim lesson. Quick now.” I did what he said as fast as I could. Then I came down stairs.

Dave had donned an exact copy of the swim briefs that I had put on.

His parents were just coming in the door saying, “We did not know that you were here.”

He responded, “Hi Mom, Hi Dad. I should explain. The registrar computer crashed, so we could not get our room assignments. So I invited my friend Alex to come with me up here. Alex, this is my Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad, this is Alex.” We nodded, smiles all around, and Dave continued, “Alex wants to learn to swim better, so we were about to do a swim lesson. Alex wants to get a lifeguard job. Also, I think he's going to be my new roommate at college. Jack, my roommate from last year, wants to move to be with his engineering friends in another building. All in all, time with Alex seemed like a good idea.” Everyone agreed. Even though some of these ideas were new to me I really liked all of them.

His Dad shook my hand and said welcome. His Mom even more enthusiastically said, “Yes, certainly you are welcome here. I really like to meet the people that Dave has as friends especially a new roommate.” I got a funny eye from Dave that also seemed to say just go with the flow.

“We can talk later,” Dave said to his Mom and Dad. “I would like to get in a swim lesson early so that we might get in a second lesson this afternoon.”

“Sure, OK” his Mom said. “Is this a before breakfast swim? Should I make breakfast for the two of you?”

“That would be super,” Dave responded. And we sprinted off down the sandy path to the lake.

“Hey, thanks for playing along,” Dave confided. “But you know, it's not really playing along. I meant all that I said. I just did not get time to say it to you before.”

“I liked it all as you said it. It feels like a great plan,” I assured him.

Then we swam. He showed me how to make a better stroke. Then he showed me how to swim with more of my shoulders and face in the water. He said, “See it rises your butt area so that there is not so much drag in the water.” “Not that your butt drags,” he whispered. He had put a hand under me, pushing me up a bit and copping a feel at the same time.”

“I could really enjoy swim lessons,” I said making eye contact. Fortunately, the cold water kept us both tiny in our dicks. Even as we went back to the house, we were tiny. Which is just as well because anything else would have been hard to hide in these little tight briefs.

His Mom had made us scrambled eggs and pancakes with syrup. Mmmmmm. “Orange juice first,” she said, “vitamin C.” This was great. When you finish, I want my time with Alex. I looked puzzled.

Mom is a general practitioner, a GP.” Dave said. “She likes to do a physical exam on each of my room mates. I should have told you. But I did not know that she was coming here. And note: Mom was a medical doctor with the military before she met Dad. So, she can be a little terse.”

“Terse?” she protested. “I just like to do what I can to make sure that colds and flus etc. don't interfere with your study term. Come this way young man.”

I followed her to a room set up like a doctor's exam room. She closed the door and said, “Strip.” My doctor had always said strip down to your underwear. But considering that I was only wearing swim briefs that were still wet, I knew that she wanted me naked. I complied but covered my package with my hands. She had opened the medical bag which she had brought with her in the car. “First a little medical history, have you ever had any tropical diseases like malaria etc.?”

“No,” I said. The closest place that I have been to that sort of things was a holiday in Hawaii with my family.”

“Do you get the flu shot annually?”

“Yes”

“Sit up here on the bench while I listen to your heart, and lungs, and take your blood pressure.”

“Deep breath in, again, again, again.”

“Stand up” At this point it had become very clear to me that she was used to being a military doctor and giving orders. She held one testicle and said, “Cough,” then the other and said, “Cough again.” I complied.

“Bend over the bench, try to relax. I will take your temperature and check your prostrate. Hold still just like that.” I complied. While she waited and held the thermometer in my butt, she asked,” Have you ever had any sexually transmitted diseases?”

I said, “NO” as emphatically as I could.

Next she did the prostrate exam. I recognized the lubed finger going into my anus. And she touched the same spot that her son had touched the night before.

“Are you sexually active yet?” she asked as she withdrew the finger. My mind was a buzz. How do I answer this without telling her of the exploits with her son last night?

Quick thinking, I looked sheepish and confused to buy some time for a response. And said, “I have never slept with a girl, if that's what you mean, but I do masturbate. So, I'm not sure how to answer your question.”

“Good enough.” she said. “Have you had your flu shot yet for this year?” I indicated, no. “your luck,” she said and took a syringe and a tiny bottle out of her doctor's bag. She loaded the syringe and emptied it in my butt-cheek in a flash. “One more thing. I want a blood sample. Sit on the bench again.” She selected a vein, tied off the arm with a small rubber hose and proceeded to extract a vile of blood. “Done.” She said. “You pass.” I was glad to hear both the, done and you pass. Handing me the red swim briefs, “You can put this back on. I hesitate to say get dress as this hardly qualifies.” She had the same infectious laugh as her son. We smiled and joined Dave and his Dad.

Dave suggested that we walk around the lake again this morning. “I want to get to know Alex better before we travel back to the university and register for our room.” His Mom and Dad seemed to think it was a good idea and we headed off. This time we turned left at the dock so as to walk around the lake in the opposite direction from yesterday. Dave whispered, “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Ya,” I said. “You kind of sprung a lot on me all at once. I think they are all great plans. It all makes me very happy.” “Can I really get a room with a second-year student when I am a first-year student?”

“I think the registrar can be encouraged to make an exception,” he responded. “You have probably figured this out. But Mom and Dad are pretty well off. Dad inherited a fair bit. Then he became this cardiac surgeon. Mom has a good income from being a GP. Their story of meeting, I will save for later. For a while they were DINKs. Double Income No Kids. Then I arrived, the love child. And they really love me. Sorry, back to the topic. They have made some large donations as Alumni to the university. This already gets me this really nice dorm room with my own full bath. It also means that I have the attention of the dean of residences. He too, checks to see if I am happy. If I say I want, you to be my roommate it will very likely happen.”

“Cool,” I responded. “It makes me happy too. But is it expensive? My university funds are limited.”

“No, not expensive,” he said. “While Mom was doing her thing with you, Dad and I were chatting. He said that he was happy to pay for the entire cost of the room if Mom passed you. It seems that he has really taken a liking to you at first sight.” he added in whisper, “I am rather fond of the sight of you too.” With that we both blushed and continued our walk around the lake.

“There is something that I really need to ask,” I said. He nodded so I continued, “last night when I pushed my penis into you, you yelped at one point. Did I hurt you? I am sorry.”

“It's OK,” he assured me. “I don't quite know how to describe it as I have never experience it before. It hurt for a second. But the ecstasy before and after was well worth it. I loved it. I really want you to do it again. I am thinking that now that it has been stretched for the first time it might not hurt next time.”

“Whew. I am relieved,” I said. “You looked as if you were enjoying it, so I kept on doing it. So, Wow. I would love to feel what it is like to have you in me. Maybe you could do it for me some time.”

“I'd be happy to,” he giggled. We both giggled and our blushing continued. “Speaking of latter, see that island in the lake, the small one with the sandy beach?” He pointed to a small island with some tall grass and one or two lonely trees. “I used to swim out there and stay the night. Maybe we could do that tonight, if Mom and Dad are still here.”

I picked up his inference and enthusiastically said, “Great idea. I have two questions. One: it looks like more of a swim than I am used to. And two: doesn't it get cool at night?”

“Well,” he responded. “It's not as long a swim as it appears. The sand bar drops away very slowly. So, it is wading a lot of the way. There is only a short bit of swimming. You could make it.” And his usual line, 'I am a lifeguard. I can help you. And I take a sleeping bag, tied up in a garbage bag so it stays dry. It also works as a float. I'm sure we have an extra bag that you could use.”

“Hey, I'm up for it,” I was trying to respond to his cryptic humor. “If you are.” Without missing a step in our walking, he leaned a little forward and appeared to be taking an inspection look at the crotch of the swim briefs on me and laughed about the "up for it" comment.

“But really are you up for it?” I asked and copped a feel of the front of his swim briefs. We didn't miss a step in our walk.

Then he said, “I also have a question from last night. What does it feel like to have your penis inside another person? I have never done that.”

“I guess it is hard to describe how good it feels. Obviously, it was great. It made me ejaculate inside you. One of the best parts happened when you ejaculated. You clinched onto my penis with each ejaculation. Did you even know that you were doing that?”

“Not really,” he said. “I was distracted, shall we say, by my own ejaculations and the sensations coming from it and from my butt where you were doing your thing.”

We chatted around the rest of the lake and went for a quick swim just before we got to the dock again. We could then be sure that our dicks were small inside those tiny red swim briefs.

His Mom had made a good lunch for everyone. We chatted and munched. Then after lunch we all sat on the deck and chatted more. His Dad talked about meeting his Mom, this army doctor. They had been late “flower children” and this place had been their love nest. They came here for the summer holidays and most weekends. Dave was the delight of our lives when he arrived. His Mom went to get their photo album. And his Dad said, “So you can imagine how happy we are that Dave has gotten into medical school.” Another thing that I did not know. “He got high marks in his first year of science. They only take a handful from first year. I am glad that my son is one of them.”

His mother came back with a photo album. She turned to the pages when Dave was little. There were the three of them naked and posing on the beach near the dock. Dave was about half the height that he is now. He had a mop of blonde hair that looked like it had been cut using a bowl over his head. It was amazing how much the Dave of today looked like his father had appeared back then. His Dad said how great it was that cameras had come on the market with a time delay so that he could get in the picture without a photographer present. Dave was a little embarrassed saying, “Come on Mom. Alex doesn't want to see this stuff.” I was happy to see it and just smiled.

Dave told them about our plans to go to the island. His Mom helped us find a couple of sleeping bags in a storage room, along with two thin foamy back pads. Then she found us a couple of fresh garbage bags. We packed, had a home cooked supper. Then took our plastic bags and headed around the lake to the closest point to the island. Dave pointed out the best spot where he said the shallow sand bar was. We wadded out quite a way. Then we swam a bit always pulling our plastic bags. He said that we could probably put our feet on the bottom now and we did.

It had not been a tiring swim. We walked to a small clearing in the tall grass almost under the two trees which had grown together. He said that this was a good place, nice and sandy and soft.

He took off his swim briefs and hung them on the tree to dry. Then he turned to me and said. “it's like at the roller-skating rink. You turn-in the skates after a few hours. Time to turn in the borrowed briefs.” He held out his open hand towards me.

I took them off and put them in his hand He hung them on the tree next to his. “When do I get to borrow them again?” I asked, being cheeky.

“I depends . . . .” , he responded, just as cheeky. “on how you perform tonight.” With that he slapped my butt. We blushed and laughed. I knew he was not serious. We had waited most of the day for this naked time together and it felt as good as yesterday.

I was trying to think of a good quip to 'one up' him. I said, “I wish we weren't in separate sleeping bags.” I got no response. He laid the two foamys side by side. Then he opened his sleeping bag and spread it completely open on the foamys. He spread mine on top and commenced zipping them together. He was on his hands and knees. I had my opportunity. I slapped his butt, saying, "I like your's better than mine.” He looked puzzled. I continued, "because it has this happy spot in the middle.” I fingered his anus.

“OK,” he said, “you got me on that one.” He laughed and said,” You've got one too,” We wrestle for a while trying to finger each other. I think we both wanted to surrender the wrestling in favor of the fingering.

We had both gotten hard. He suggested that he wanted to check out the inside of my rectum. To which I said, “Like Mother, like son.” We giggled and went to the sandy beach. The sun was setting, but the sand was still warm on my back, and I laid back. I was pretty hard, and even close to an eruption. I pulled up my knees inviting him to enter. He responded by first tickling my testicles and then tickling closer and closer to my anus.

Suddenly he ran up to the campsite and back. Running. He had to hold his engorged dick with one hand to be able to run. He had fished out of his plastic bag, a bottle of Vaseline. With it he proceeded to finger my happy place. His rimming had me so close to coming. Next his finger went in, but he avoided the 'on switch' for now. I teased him, “Don't you have anything longer and maybe thicker than you finger?” He snickered at me repeating his question from last night.

As I had responded last night, he now responded, “I can only think of one thing, but I don't think it will fit.” While we laughed, he lubed up his hard tool. He put my ankles one on each of his shoulders and always polite asked, “ready?” I nodded. He lined up his penis and pushed. I was convinced that he must be bigger than me. He pushed again. He seemed frustrated. I motioned for more and he obliged. I yelped as his head popped past the circle of muscle in my ass. I touched his abs with my fingertips. He waited just a bit for me to adjust. My anus relaxed a little around his shaft. I gave him the nod to continue. That is when I noticed that his cock turns up a little, unlike mine which is straight. His curve brought him quickly to bear on my 'on' switch. After the third pass, I switched on and fired load after load, flying up and landing back on my chest and abs. I was trying to feel to see if I was clenching on his penis in the same way that he had clenched on mine. My answer came in the form of feeling his cum pulse into my innards. Wow it felt great. I was still firing cum at the same time. We both continued what we were doing for as long as we could. I think we wanted to see how long it would last.

We were both spent and empty. We had spent and were now going soft in the only appendage that counted right then. He pulled out of me. Even that felt caring with him softer now. We enjoyed smearing the cum on my chest. I was also leaking down the inside of my leg. We washed in the lake. Then realized that towels were the things that we had forgot. He showed me how swimmers whip as much water as possible of their bodies. He sort of like squeegeed me all over, flicking the water off his hand after each stroke. We retreated from the cold into our sleeping bag. It was now pretty much dark. We hugged in our usual sleep arrangement; both on our side, him snuggled in behind me. We drifted off to sleep, happy.

About halfway through the night, he woke me. He whispered, “look at the moon.” It had risen as a full moon and was shimmering across the water towards us. “Let's see it from the beach,” he said.

I protested that it was cold. But we walked the few steps to the beach and admired the shimmer.

“Have you heard the old myth about the beams of the full moon?” he asked. I shook my head. “If the moon beams from a full moon shine on your butt, they change you. I think it is because the ancient Druids danced around a fire naked at the full of the moon. I think they were doing drugs.” he laughed.

We both turned our butts to the moon, and wiggled, as if to say to the moon, “Do your thing, whatever that is.” Then we ran back to the large sleeping bag and slipped in to get warmed up.

We rubbed each other's bodies to help get warm. Next thing I knew, I was rubbing my hard cock and getting close to blowing again. I said to Dave. “I'm about to cum again. I don't want to mess the inside of our sleeping bag. But I don't want to get back out in the cold either.”

“I have a solution,” he said and dove down in the sleeping bag. This great hump had risen up between my legs under the sleeping bag. Suddenly I felt what I thought was his finger attempting to cork my pee slit. I thought, I don't think this is going to work. Then the whole head of my penis was feeling warm, and I fired off. I yowled just a little. I lifted the edge of the sleeping bag. At first, I could not see due to the darkness. I lowered the zipper a little on my side. Then there was just enough light from the moon to see that he had the head of my penis in his mouth. I pulled the sleeping bag tight up to my neck again. My dick fired more. It must have been his tongue that had been in my pee slit and was now circling and lapping up all my juices. It felt great. I finished and he licked a little more until I was clean. He stuck his head back out the top of the sleeping bag and said, “All things under control. Clean up complete.” We giggled.

“Now that is above and beyond the call,” I said.

“What are friends for?” he joked.

I wanted to ask him what it tasted like, but he was falling asleep, and I did the same.