Just Friends

We suddenly realized that getting through the metal detector at the airport might be a problem.  We were in the lineup.  Dave reached down into the front of his shorts and pulled out the ring which I had given to him.  I did the same.  We were embarrassed and blushing and slipped the rings into our pockets.  We hoped that no one noticed.  Then we put them into the metal bin for keys.  The guard looked at them funny.  We hoped that he did not realize their previous location. 

We had two first class seats next to each other.  Dave whispered into my ear, “we are still married even with our rings off.”  We tried to hide another giggle.

When we landed, Dave’s parents had arranged another limo to take us to their place.  The driver announced the destination address of Dave’s parent’s house. I could see his Mom’s hand again.  All the windows of the limo were a dark tint.    And the driver’s compartment was already isolated with the window up.  We knew how this could be great and started kissing as the limo pulled away from the airport.

We kissed and unbuttoned each other’s shirts.  We felt really frisky.  We were sucking ears as our latest thing while rubbing our bare chests together.  He sucked my nipple and fingered the other at the same time. 

He unfastened and pulled down my shorts and underwear, saying, “May I put your ring back on?”  I retrieved it from the pocket of my shorts and presented it to him.  He pulled my balls through it soon followed by my still soft penis.  I was getting hard fast.  “I am not sure when it will be easy to get it off again.” He commented.

“How about we get yours on while we still can?” I said.  He stripped off his pants and underwear and handed his ring to me, and I helped him into it’ balls first, then his penis.  His penis was swelling fast.  I kissed it.  I licked and sucked as he was growing to his usual engorged size.   Then we knew for sure that we would be hard for the rest of the trip.  He laid me down on my back on the floor between the extra seats.  He grasped my ankles and spread me open.  I loved the feeling of him being in charge like this.  I was confident that I could give myself to him, him being in charge, with no apprehension.  He always used this situation to stimulate me towards ecstasy.  This time was no different.  He was licking and sucking my balls.  He gently took the glans of my penis in his mouth and swirled his tongue around.  I liked it.  Even more, I liked it when he licked around my anus.   He was such a tease.  He would often stop to chat in the middle of his licking.  All I wanted to do was writhe to his licking.  

“I have had limo rides since I was little.  How do you like them?” he asked.  I knew he was just delaying and building anticipation for me.

I moaned, “Limos are great.”  And I moaned with each of his licks. 

He stuck the tip of his tongue into me.  I moaned a little louder.  Then he stopped and said, “Do you have any preference for the white limos? Or the black limos?”  I only whimpered and moaned.  All I wanted at that moment was his tongue in me. He stuck his tongue back in and a little deeper.  I expected his engorged penis to enter into me but instead he hugged me and kissed and started a tongue wrestling time.   As we hugged, he squirmed us around so that I was on top of his chest.  I was wildly wanting more. 

Then he asked, “Do you like riding in limos?”

“I’m not sure,” I responded, “How about we give it a try.” I was wet from his licking and really wanted him in me. I slid back onto him.  It felt good to have him in me. As I sat up a bit, I could see that my balls were resting on his blonde pubic hairs.  I had taken him, balls deep, in one motion.  It was my turn to make him wait for the next action. I stopped moving and said, “I think, speed bumps might be fun.”

It was his turn to say, “Yes. Yes.” I looked in his eyes as I began pushing myself up and going back down.  With our eye contact, we were making sure that the other was enjoying what we were doing.    We were.  I pressed my hands against the roof of the limo so that I could push down onto to him hard and rough.  When I stopped moving up and down, he started thrusting into me.  He was going faster and faster.  I was learning to like it rougher.  Then he shot his cum in me.  He shot again and again and again.  It was a lot. It was warm and soothing.  At the same time, it was exciting.   My hard penis was slapping on his chest.  I loved it.  We loved it.  He gave me a lot.  I could tell by the number of times he shot and the extent of the warmth within me. 

I was hard, but we were getting near to his parents’ house. I would have to wait.  We hurried to get our clothes on.  There was no one home.  His parents were at work.  We moved our luggage to Dave’s truck and headed for the Lake House.  We only had a couple of days left before we had to report for work as lifeguards.

At the Lake House, we moved our stuff into Dave’s room.  We stripped naked except for our wedding rings which we were still wearing around our testicles and the base of our penises.  They were just tight enough to stay in place when we were limp.  But not tight enough to cut off circulation to our balls and penises.  Once we were hard, they kept us hard for hours. 

We were hugging and kissing when he said, “Did you remember that you have to be shaved for work?”

“I know,” I said, “But I have never done it before.”

“Not to worry. I will help you.” he said. 

I was hoping that he would help me.  I was looking forward to his touch but a little apprehensive about the whole process.  He was running the tap to get the water warmer.    Before anything else, he took a set of hair clippers and clipped me very short under my arms and the pubic area above my penis.  The vibration was starting to get me bigger.  He removed my wedding ring immediately.  He removed his too and we set them together on the counter.  I touched them as they rested together, and he strokes my hand.  Then we made eye contact.  I felt assured that I was in good hands.

Then he took a hot towel which he had placed in the hot water in the sink.  I laid down on my back and he swaddled my penis and balls in this wonderful warm towel.  I was getting harder.  He pulled off the towel and applied generous amounts of shaving cream from a can.  My now shortened hair of my pubic area, and my penis and my balls and my ass crack were all well covered and massaged into alertness.  He took a 5-blade razer from the cabinet over the sink, saying, “Don’t worry, I am studying to be a doctor.  I know what not to cut.”  We giggled and it helped me relax. First, he was stroking down from my stomach towards my penis.  The razer kept filling with stubble which he washed out in the sink. 

He stopped to ask, “How far do you want me to go?”

I said, “like you were when I first met you. Remember when we walked around the lake for the first time?”

Then he grasped the glans end of my penis and shaved all sides of my shaft.  My penis was enlarged by now and relatively easy to shave.  My balls were a different matter.  He gently held them in one hand as he stroked with the razer in the other hand.  He instructed me to pull up my legs and hold on.  He shaved my perineum and also shaved carefully around my anus. 

He said, “OK. That is all the down stokes.  Now we do the same areas but shaving in the opposite direction.  That way the stubble is shorter.”  He did exactly as he had said.  He rubbed me with shaving cream again.  I could already tell that these zones were more sensitive.  Starting at my anus, he shaved up this time.  He instructed me to pull up my legs more to make fewer wrinkles around my anus.  Only when he was about to move on, did I let my legs down but still spread. Then grasping the bottom of my scrotum, he shaved my balls going up this time.

Next, he shaved the shaft of my penis which had gotten almost fully hard now.  He stroked with the razor from the glans down to the base.  Then he shaved from my penis root up towards my navel. 

He was about to call it done when he remembered my arm pits.  First, he shaved up then down each one.  The wet towel had cooled by now. He used it to wipe all of the left-over shaving cream from me.  I could tell that I was really smooth.  I lifted my legs, and he swept the cold towel through my crack to clear shaving cream from my anus. 

I stood up.  My lower regions felt curiously cool.  I felt like I wanted to cover my manhood with my hands, but that would seem strange in front of Dave.  He said, “Feels strange, doesn’t it?”

“Whew,” I responded.  “Yes, for sure. And the look.  It looks like I rolled back 3 or 4 years.  I look like a kid again.”

“Ya. I know, “he said.  “I remember my first time.  But I built up to it more gradually.  Not so much of a shock.” “Why don’t you just lie down and pull up the covers.”  I did.  I remembered our first night together in that bed with that duvet, when I discovered that he had stripped me naked from my cold briefs because I was suffering from hypothermia.  It was a happy memory now.  He slipped his naked body in beside me as he had done then to warm me.  It was comforting now as it had been comforting then. 

He reached over with his fingertips and gently made tiny circles where my pubic hair had been.  This was making me wild.  This caused blood to rush to between my legs just behind my testicles.  I described this to Dave.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“Not at all,” I responded. “I promised to be open only onto you.  You have made me so happy over this last year and especially these last few weeks.  Then there was another step up in happiness since our wedding.  I would not ask you to stop anything.  I just want to say yes to you.” 

“I didn’t see any blood spots from the shaving. That is good,” he said. “But I shouldn’t really fuck you immediately after shaving just in case there are tiny lesions in your skin.  I could give you an alcohol rub.  But that would be a form of torture right now. So, I won’t do that.”

“How about we get dressed and see what we can find for supper?” he suggested.  I agreed.

Sure enough, Dave’s Mom had filled the freezer with lots of goodies.  It was only a matter of choosing our favorites.

After our supper, we felt at loose ends.  Our normal activities at the Lake House included sex with each other.  And our normal activity since our marriage had also been to have a lot of sex with each other.  I felt a little frustrated.

Instead, we decided to go for a short walk on the beach.  Dave explained that after shaving, we should avoid sources of bacteria which could infect any small and unseen lesions on my shaved areas.  He said he could finger my anus and I could suck him.  Maybe that is all we should do tonight.  I pointed out that he should get shaved on the same night.  If not, we would not be able to have sex tomorrow night either, and that would be even more frustrating.

“OK, good point,” he said.  “I promise to get shaved this evening.”  I offered to help.  He said, “I have done it before.  But, sure, I would enjoy your help.  How about you apply the shaving cream.  It needs to be well massaged into every crevasse, and there are bits that I can’t see.  I really would appreciate the help.”

I responded, “Until recently I would have said, ‘What are friends for?’ But now I would say, ‘it is for a spouse to do this out of love and care.”  We smiled and stopped walking to hug and kiss.   We walked on hand in hand.

We remembered where we had discussed our growing intimacy.  (Readers may want to read or re-read our first chapter.)  The memories were fond.  We hugged anew.  There was a struggle in my mind between wanting to be naked as we had been on our first walk and feeling the coolness of my now smooth equipment inside my pants.  Regardless of which thought was winning, I was getting hard by the time we got back to the house.

We went straight to the bedroom.  He set the water running in the sink to get warm as we stripped off our clothes.  He used the hair clippers on himself.  I was a little sad to see his beautiful blonde pubic hair fall away.  I wanted to touch his stubble and I did.  He wiggled a little as I touched him. 

“I think I could be more thorough shaving your penis if I get it harder,” I said as I took him in my mouth.  He was loving it.  I was loving it too.  Knowing that this might be all the ecstasy that we might have tonight, I pulled on his butt forcing his now engorged penis into my throat.  His pubic stubble rubbed the end of my nose as I swirled around on his penis.  That move had him stretch his arms high and squeal just a little. This was a new version of deep throating him.  I had found a new move that he liked.  He was clearly loving it which made me pleased that I had made him happy.  I grabbed a breath and then plunged onto him again.  It produced another squeal from him. 

After a third round, we decided that the water was hot enough.  I pulled off him and he pushed a towel into the hot water in the sink.  He laid on his back.  I retrieved the towel which was now hot.  I wrapped it around his testicles and penis.  I left the head of his penis visible (on purpose).  One end of the towel was yet available.  I suggested that he spread his feet apart and lift his butt a little.  He did.  Rather than immediately apply the hot towel, I fingered his anus a bit which made him squirm.  We loved doing that too.  I tucked the hot towel into his crack to be ready to shave him. 

I licked the exposed head of his penis.  He was enjoying that.  I stopped to tease a little and asked, “How long should I leave the hot towel on before I start shaving?

“Well, it depends,” he said.  I licked more.

“Depends on what?” I asked to tease him more.  This time I put the point of my tongue into his pee slit.

“Ooo,” he responded.  When he caught his breath, he said, “Depends on how much you want to tease your partner.”  We laughed.  I sucked.

I could always reheat the towel,” I said.

I removed the towel and started with the shaving cream.  “You said, into every crevasse, right?” I enquired.  He nodded and I put the edge of my hand deep into his ass crack and massaged up and down.  He whimpered just a little.  I next massaged his perineum.  His scrotum was next.  “Hmmm.  Lots of tiny crevasses here, I think.”  His testicles had contracted with excitement.  I separated them and fingered his scrotum trying to stretch it smooth enough to apply the shaving cream to every bit.

His penis was the best fun.  It was large now and the skin was taut.  Despite the absence of wrinkles, I intended to make the most of it.  I squeezed and jerked him.  It slipped easily in my hands.  He was really enjoying this.  I took jerking to a new level and went faster and faster until I heard him say, “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum!”  And he did.  He only shot a couple of strings not like the seemingly endless shots when he was in my anus.  Our eye contact told us that we were both enjoying this. 

I shaved him starting from the glory line on his tummy and worked down to his penis.  I used the razer to clean every side of his shaft.  His testicles were more challenging.  I did not have to hold his penis up as it was tight against his abs.  I tried to carefully work down the front of his scrotum.  Then lifting it, I worked up the back.  He lifted his legs, and I cleared his perineum.  His anus had been out of sight for him which meant it has some longer hairs.  This required a little careful attention from me. 

I re-lathered him and worked from his anus all the way back up to his navel.  I used the now cool towel to wipe away all remaining shaving lather.  That is when I noticed that I had drawn a little blood on his scrotum.  He did not seem upset and said that he had done that the first time he shaved himself.  He suggested dobbing on a little peroxide.  He said it was a good clotting agent as well as cleansing the area. 

The blood had almost stopped.  I wrapped a sterile pad around his testicles.  I gently held the pad in place. I kissed the head of his penis.  saying, “I did not shave you here.” 

It was his turn to crawl into bed and pull up the duvet.  The pad was still around his testicles.  I crawled in behind him and kissed his lips.  He kissed back.  I kissed his neck.  I reached around to his chest.  I was having fun with his nipple and getting it hard.  He said, “I think this will make we bleed down there.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“No, I don’t want you to stop,” he responded. “But maybe we should. What do you think?”

I stopped. 

I think this was the first time that we spooned with him in front.  I gained a new appreciation for the expanse of his muscular back.  We drifted off to sleep with him in my arms.

When we woke the next morning, the tiny cut on Dave’s scrotum had stopped bleeding.  Realizing that I had wielded the razor, I was concerned and apologetic. He seemed unperturbed and comforted me by saying it was part of learning to shave a scrotum. He suggested that I could apologize later when we could put the words into actions.

We got dressed and made breakfast in the kitchen.  We enjoyed cooking together.  All through the college term we had eaten in the dining hall at our residence.  I wondered what would we do next year?  Would being married make any difference?  Would we tell our friends at the dorm?

Rather than continue daydreaming, we discussed what we would do today.  It was a little cool in the early morning, so we decided to work out in the weight room.  Later it was warm enough to walk around the lake.  We left our shorts on the dock and sauntered down the beach naked and hand in hand. 

“How do you think we should handle the job?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” he responded.

“Should we tell them that we are married?” I wondered. “You know these people better than me.”

“I love you, and I would like to tell the whole world,” He started.  “But some people are not ready for it yet.  I think we should continue to just be friends to them.”

“OK,” I offered. “But what about getting to work and back?”

“You mean driving to work?” he offered. “We could put in a request for the same shifts. I could just say that my college friend is staying at my parent’s place, and it would make the driving easier.  I think the boss would probably be OK with that.”  I agreed.

Then he said, “That also means that we can watch out for each other.  Remember I said that lifeguards get hit on by the teen girls and sometimes the guys too.  And you are ‘hot’ so I will watch out for you.”  I blushed and he slapped my butt.

“You are hot too,” I said. “So, I will watch out for you too.”  And I returned the slap and Dave blushed.  We ran for a bit while laughing.

Then we relaxed on the warm sand and laid on our backs beside each other.  He turned up on his side and propped his head with one hand.  With the other, he started teasing one of my nipples.

“Do you remember our first intimate discussion about erogenous zones?” he asked.

“How could I forget?” I said. “We are stimulating them several times a day.”

My nipple stood up, became more sensitive, and I was enjoying his touch.  “I love it.” I said.  “I guess that’s all we should do for now.  Is that right?”

“Ya.” he said. He tickled me some more.  I was only getting mildly aroused.  We gave up.  He took my hand and helped me up.  We continued walking hand in hand around the lake.   We got to the place where the sand bar almost made it out to the island.  We had great memories of the night on the island when we had sex together under the full moon.  But we decided not to take the swim to get to the island.  We continued our walk swinging our hands together.  We put our shorts back on when we got to the dock and went up to the house to make some lunch.

With time to kill, Dave suggested that we could look through the old photo album from when Dave used to come here when he was little.  “I had delayed this, but I am OK with you seeing it now,” he said.  I began to realize why he had delayed as I leafed through the album.  This house had been Dave’s parent’s love nest.  It had been a free time, and they were flower children, I guess.  They had been naked most of the time.  There was a younger version of Dave’s Mom and Dad.  His Mom had been very attractive and his Dad looked so much like Dave does now.  There were pictures from the beach, teaching little naked Dave how to swim.  Dave explained that they had met while Dave’s father was working as a lifeguard.  He had swept her off her feet and brought her home to a tent in the woods.  He explained, “Mom says he was a bit of a tiger.  They got married.  They inherited this property as a woodlot from Dad’s parents.  Rather than log it, they decided to make it into a retreat place.  I think they inherited an amount of cash too.   It put them both through medical school and they also built this house to replace their tent.”

“I love to hear about this, and it gives me a better understanding of your parents,” I said.  “When is my 24 hours up?  You know.  Since my shave yesterday afternoon.  I can hardly wait.”

“You would be OK now,” he said.  “But I should wait till after dinner.”

“Please, can we start now?” I begged.  He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. 

“Do you realize that this is the one-week anniversary of our wedding? he said.

“That’s right, it is,” I responded. 

“I would like to re-enact me giving you the ring, OK?” he said.  I agreed.  He retrieved the ring from the bathroom counter where we had put them before the shaving.  I took off my shorts and underwear and stood before him naked. He got down on one knee, saying, “With this ring I thee wed.” as he pulled my balls through it.  He tucked my penis into the top of the ring and pulled it out the inside.  I felt ready and my penis was quickly showing my readiness to my partner. 

“This is your time,” he said.  “I promise to make you happy.  So, anything you want; just short of me entering you or you entering me.  What would you like?”  He took off his shorts but left his underwear on as a reminder of our self-imposed limits for the afternoon.

I said, “I have liked everything that you do with me.  I think you know.”

“Even this?” he said as he flipped me over his lap and started spanking my butt.  I gave him the most seductive look I could muster and wiggled my butt for him.  He slapped me a few more times before making a dive for my lips and sucking them ravenously.  I sucked back.  My penis was getting pretty big now.  I was on my back relaxing into his attention.  He sucked his way down my neck.  Selecting a nipple, he licked and sucked until it was hard.  Then with a tiny nip, he knew this would make we wild and it did.

I suggested, “Do you remember the time that you licked me until I shot cum on my chest? We could do that. I loved it.”  He grasped my ankles, spreading me wide. He began sucking my penis.  When he licked my balls, I realized that they were shaved clean and particularly sensitive.  It was a new ecstasy.  I oooed and awed.  He took my cock in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the head.  He pushed his mouth on to me until my whole shaft disappeared into his mouth.  He twisted his head around, then pulled off with a gasp for air.  He took me deep again.  He grasped the base of my shaft with his hand and tickled the head with his tongue, even poking into my pee slit.  It felt great.

Then he moved to what he knew was my favorite.  He grasped my ankles, spread my legs and pushed forward to open my anus to the attention of his tongue.  I said, “yes, yes,” with each of his licks.  He went round and round.   I had hoped for continuous pleasure but no.  He stopped to say, “Perhaps it would be better is we did not wear our wedding rings at work.”  Lick, lick. “They might be a little too obvious in the showers.” Lick, lick.”  I was writhing to each lick.  Which was exactly what I wanted.

I said, “Yes, yes.”

He stopped again, he teased me with the delay, saying, “Yes, we should wear them? Or yes, it’s a good idea not to wear them?”

I was frustrated and just wanted to be licked and wiggle about in front of him.  “OK. We could take them off, I guess.”

“You want me to take it off now?  That might me difficult.” He said. 

“Yes, leave it on, and lick me, please,” I begged. 

He nonchalantly said, “I will,” which was just another ploy for time.  “I will make you happy, I will, I promised.”

“Yes, now, please,” I begged.

He quit teasing me and licked and poked and suck and licked some more.  I felt my cum shooting up the inside of my penis.  It landed on my chest.  After all that teasing and a day without ejaculating, I produced many shots and a great amount of cum.  When I finally finished and Dave let my legs down, he lay down beside me, kissed me vigorously and swirled his fingers in my cum.  It was all great.  It was all we could do until we were sure that Dave was well healed in his scrotum. 

We showered.  Dave took off his underwear.  As I suspected he had gotten very hard while licking me.  He usually did.  We both washed my chest together.  We toweled each other dry.  That is when we opened the closet to find that there were two brand new white terrycloth bathrobes.  There was a note: “A late wedding present with great love, Mom.”  One robe had ‘Dave’ embroidered on the left chest and the other had ‘Alex.’  We wore them to the kitchen and got some dinner.

Later we decided to do a video call with his parents.  We wanted to thank them for the robes. Dave suggested a tease.  We swapped robes. Wearing our robes and big smiles we thanked them for being so thoughtful.  We waited for his Mom to notice that we were wearing the other’s name.  When she did, we took them off and swapped them back.  (They could only see us from the ribs up.)  We had a good chuckle all round.   

With dinner and our video call complete, we decided that it was time that Dave could participate more fully in whatever we decided to do.  I took his hand this time and led him upstairs to our bedroom.  I loosened the terrycloth tie around his waist.  His robe slipped down his back almost pausing on his butt, but falling to the floor.  I picked up his ring from the bathroom counter.  I got down on one knee and said, “May I have the joy of presenting you with this ring?” He nodded.  I said, “With this ring, I thee wed.”  I pushed it up onto his testicles.  One dropped in immediately.  I pulled the bottom of his scrotum and the other dropped in.  I tucked the head of his penis behind the top of the ring, then pulled his entire head and shaft through.  I kissed the head.  Just a peck.

When I stood up, he immediately kissed and sucked my lips.  He pushed my robe off my chest and assaulted a nipple with his tongue.  My robe fell to the floor.  And we fell onto the bed secure in each other’s arms.  The sex was great.  We did our usual routine.  Each part was better because of the increased sensitivity of our shaved cocks, balls, and the whole area around to our anuses.  By better I mean that we came to arousal faster.  It took no time at all to be fully erect, hard, and taut from our pee slits to our anuses.  The best was yet to come when I rode him.  He slipped into me ever so smoothly.  Soon we were both ejaculating at the same time.  It was great. and yes, we both went into semi-conscious ecstasy when we had ejaculated only our first few strings.  I regained consciousness with me collapsed on his chest and him still shooting his last shots into me.  I lay in a collection of my own cum on his chest.  

I felt good about the sex of the day.  I had given myself to him and he had made me happy.  And he was happy too.  I felt just slightly disappointed because it happened so fast and was over so soon.  We both realized that we liked the anticipation.  We decided to modify our sessions to start slower and build up gradually saving the wild and faster thrusting for the climax.  I wondered if Julian and Tristan had learned to follow sex with a discussion of the greater and lesser elements of their sexual sessions.

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 The next day we prepared to report for work.  We decided to leave our rings at home on the bathroom counter.  We each put a red set of swim briefs in a pocket.   We thought that we had all that we needed.  The ride in Dave’s truck took little time.  We were at the resort and ready to go in.  It seemed fine but we could not predict what was going to happen.

TO BE CONTINUED