Just Friends

Another day, new things to do

We woke the next morning as we had fallen asleep in the middle of the night. Dave was nestled in behind me as usual. I loved having his arm around me. We were warm even though we were outside on our island. We were naked together in one large sleeping bag which Dave had made by zipping two together. We were warm because we had full body contact all the way down my back. That means contact all the way up his front, chest to groin. He started to stir.

We loved passing back and forth quips and cryptic shots at each other. I thought that I might get in the first one of the day, and said, “I feel like your are getting up.”

Groggily he said,” How could you feel like I'm getting up?”

“Because, “I paused for effect, “I feel you tickling just behind my scrotum and rubbing my butt crack with your manhood.”

“How do you know that it's not the flashlight?” he teased. He rubbed my perineum with his tool.

“The flashlight would be cold. This is not cold. It seems warm, even hot. What ever it is.” I teased back. “Besides, I don't think we brought a flashlight.”

“Well, you know, you have to make do with what you've got,” he said and rubbed me some more.

I was loving it. And so was he but we agreed to save it for late because his Mom was probably making breakfast for us and we should head for their house. We unzipped the sleeping bags, separated and re-zipped them as if they had been used separately. We packed our big plastic bags. He snapped the top on the container of Vaseline. Putting it under the tree, “Let's leave this here as a commitment to another night out here.” he said. I agreed. “But you need this” and handed me one of the tiny red swim briefs that had been hanging to dry on the tree.

“Does this mean that I performed OK so that I can get these back?” I asked picking up one of his teases from yesterday evening.

“You were awesome.” he said. “Thank you for letting me . . . “

“I should thank you. You were awesome, yourself,” I said.

We did a quick naked hug before pulling on the tiny briefs and heading for the water with our bags. We waded, swam, and waded again to get to the sandy beach around the lake. We walked around to the dock near the house. The cold water had taken down our sausage size dicks to tiny ones. We were glad that they were tiny because they would have been difficult to hide inside these tiny briefs, as we walked up the path to his house.

Yes, his Mom had made another great breakfast, This time Eggs Benedict. Clearly a favourite for everyone. We were eating hearty. His Mom started saying, “We have to go back today. Your Dad has a day in surgery tomorrow and I have some appointments. But you guys get to stay another day. You get to enjoy our love nest for another day until the registrar computer gets back online. I'm not sure when we are taking off. In case you guys are swimming or walking around the lake, I want to say now how much I really enjoyed meeting you, Alex.?

I responded. “And I have really enjoyed meeting both of you.”

She continued, “I want to invite you to come back next weekend. We will be celebrating Dave's birthday, He turns 19. It should be easy for you. I think Dave would give you a ride up.”

“Thanks. I would love to come.” I said.

After breakfast we lazed around a bit. Dave's Mom and Dad were loading their car. We helped. Then we went for a swim lesson in the lake.

“Your stroke is much improved,” he said, “You need to put your face in the water more. See like this.” He showed me his stroke and how he could grab a quick breath as his head turned to the side. “Did you notice how my butt is closer to the surface of the water?”

“Yes,” I whispered, “I am tending more and more to notice your butt, now that I have discovered how much fun it is.” I know we would have blushed if it weren't for the cold water.

“I love it when you talk like that,” he whispered back. “But actions speak louder than words. So, try the stroke again. This time I will push you up a little in the middle.” I tried swimming again. He had his hand on my crotch, not just pushing me up but also massaging everything. I circled him a couple of times. By then he had the front of the briefs pulled down and tucked under my balls. I did not know if I was getting hard in the cold water until he grabbed my penis in his fist. It was a little longer than his fist was wide, so I knew I was halfway hard. But we decided to end the swim lesson. We just splashed each other for fun until the cold water had shrunk our dicks again. I pulled up the front of the briefs.

We headed up the sandy path to the house. His Mom had put some towels on the deck for us saying, “This way you aren't dripping all over the floors. Then come for lunch.”

It was another great lunch. After which his Mom announced, “I think that we are going to head back early. We both have files to review before we start seeing patients tomorrow. If we leave now, we can beat most of the weekend traffic.” Their car was already loaded. They each hugged Dave. I felt a little left out. They noticed and hugged me too.

The car was gone now, up that unpaved road. Dave and I just looked at each other. Dave asked, “So, what do you want to do for today and tomorrow?” I faked looking puzzled. “I want you to move back into my room,” he said. “And I want you to put my swim briefs back into the drawer where they came from.”

I said, “You know that I don't have much stuff to move back into your room.” “Just me.” We giggled because each knew exactly what each other meant. He grabbed my hand and we literally ran up the stairs and into his room. He opened the drawer and pointed to where the rest of his swim briefs were stored. We both stripped. We were both at least partly hard but increasing. What should we do now? I asked, and suggested, “Greece-Roman wrestling? But we have the problem of how to score.”

He tried to look thoughtful. “Last night we used a touch to our happy spot. You remember touching each other's anuses. I think it was a little too easy to score. Shall we say, it doesn't count unless you get in to the second knuckle?” “Here let me show you.” he bent me over and fingered my anus and pushed his finger in. See that is one knuckle and this is the second. You can tell the difference, right?” I could tell the difference but teased him by asked him to show me again. This time he wiggled his finger like crazy and the wrestling match was on. I'm pretty convinced that we both wanted to lose each point if at all possible.

We had tired each other out, but were both quite hard. We laid back together with one hand around the other's dick. “Well, who is going to be first? He asked and stroked me a couple of times.

I stroked his tool a couple of times. And said, “So what does first mean any more when you are in me or I am in you, we both seem to explode at the same time?”

“You're right,” he said. “Maybe we should redefine. We just take turns on choosing our favourite position?” “You were first Friday night, Guests first. Last night, I fucked you on the beach.”

“I don't care, so long as you do it quick.” I responded. “I really want it now.”

He got up between my legs and pushed my knees up. “You remember this?” he asked and put my dick in his mouth.” I nodded. Let's try this.” he said and sucked on one of my balls. He licked the back side of my scrotum. I was loving it and getting really, really hard. Then he pushed my legs up more and licked bit by bit closer to my anus. I was wild by the time he got there. Instead of his finger, his tongue was circling my hole. Wow, what a great feeling. Then he actually stuck his tongue into my hole as far as he could. I felt the beginnings of a surge at the base of my penis. I said, “I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum.”

He stopped with his tongue. His head popped up and he said, “I understand that anticipation is part of the fun.” He smiled and waited for a response.

My only response was, “NO, don't stop, don't stop.” I wanted to hit him for stopping. I felt the surge in my penis subsiding. He soon started again but I felt that the moment had been lost and I was disappointed. He seemed to be making up for it by stroking my cock. He licked and sucked my balls again. Then he licked all the way up my shaft. I felt the urge coming on again. Again he stopped. Oh NO. I wanted to grab my dick and make myself cum. But he sat on my abs. My engorged dick was touching his back, but I could not reach it around him. He grabbed my wrists.  We arm wrestled for a minute. I could do nothing. Soon he got to stroking me again. Then he entered my manhole with his manhood. But there was less lubricant this time, only his saliva. The feeling was a little different and I thought that he had a harder time getting past my ring of muscle. There was no pain this time and all the sensations felt great. With his slightly turned up penis, he was soon rubbing my G spot. I started to cum, and he started to cum. He had pushed my knees up so far that I was shooting not on my abs as before, but now onto my upper chest and also onto my face. He pumped in me, and I pumped on my face. Not sure who finished first. I really love that feeling of his softening dick sliding out of my butt hole.

We lay beside each other exhausted. “That was different,” I said.

“Yes. It's a technique that I read about where I bring you near ejaculating several times without letting you actually cum. Then when you finally release it is supposed to be particularly wonderful.” he explained. “It's called edging.”

“I was getting frustrated. I almost hit you the second time that you did not let me cum. Now I understand and it was great.” I admitted. “I had wanted to ask you what my cum tasted like after last night, but I did not get the chance until now. But I have tasted it myself now.”

“You never tasted your cum before?” he exclaimed. I shrugged. “I am told that each person tastes slightly different. Apparently, it depends on what you have been eating in the lead up to . . .” “I have only tasted yours and mine. I thought that they tasted very similar.”

We showered off. Then we toweled each other. I figured that it was my turn to choose and to start. I said, “I wanted to taste your cum. He laid on his back, lifting and spreading his legs as an invitation. I knew I had to get him hard first. I pulled his dick and tickled his nipples. And back and forth. His balls were just starting to contract. I sucked them one at a time. I licked his shaft from base to pee slight. He was pretty darn hard so I thought he should be cumming soon. I sucked the head of his penis. But no joy. I stroked harder and faster. I could tell he liked it a lot, but I think he was holding back. I entered his anus with my finger. Still no joy. Then I entered him with my engorged cock. That felt good. I was pistoning in and out. I was almost willing his dick to fire. But I fired first. I pumped a lot of my juice into his ass. But I was in no position to get him to fire into my mouth. He emptied himself on his abs. I finally stopped and pulled out. I bent over to lick some of his cum off his abs. Then I slid myself up his abs spreading his cum up his body. He kissed me on my lips saying that was a really nice move. “So how does My cum taste? He asked.

“Good,” I said. “As you said it tastes a lot like mine. Maybe a little saltier. Or maybe it was mixed with sweat from your abs.” We just lay beside each other with both our bodies glistening from his cum.

We showered off again We tarried in the shower together soaping and appreciating each others bodies. We finally rinsed off and toweled off. We did not put on any clothes and walked down to the kitchen to see what we could find for supper. Pizza from the freezer went into the microwave and we were soon munching happily.

We decided to have another night on the island. We found the bags still packed in the store room, tied them up and headed for the beach. We were trying to run, naked, with a large bag on each of our backs. I thought I felt like the pictures I had seen of local bearers carrying stuff for explorers. But, I guess, the pictures did not show them entirely naked. Each seemed to have a loincloth, at least on the front side.

Naked was really getting to feel normal to me.

We ran for fun or perhaps the anticipation of what we would do when we got to the island. We ran, we waded, we swam, we waded again. We caught our breath as we laid out the back pads and one sleeping bag totally open on top. Dave had decided to set up closer almost under the tree upon which we had hung our swim briefs last night. But we did not have any briefs this time. I thought this might be cool to look up through the tree at the stars and the moon. I tried to look sheepish and asked, “What do I had to do to perform tonight? I was being cheeky and teasing him about his comments from last night. I was on my hands and knees on the sleeping bag and wiggled my butt to further teasing him.

I got a butt slap in response. He said, "You know I was only kidding, right?” I put on a little pout just to tease some more. Then he said, “Hey, are you up for something new?” I thought, we have already cum a couple of times today, but I nodded. “How about just a bit of bondage?” I felt a little confused by that and he perceived my apprehension. “You know I would never hurt you,” he assured me. “I understand it can heighten the experience.”

“I guess I am up for it, "I said, motioning towards my slowly hardening dick. He produced a short length of soft rope from his bag and tied it to one of my wrists. He ran it around the tree at the head of our sleeping bag then tied it to my other wrist. I was on my hands and knees. He put his arm around my hips and pulled me a little away from the tree until I could not keep my face and chest up but my butt was still in the air. Then he started to lick my ass crack getting ever closer to my anus. His hand was between my legs stroking my penis. He circled my anus with his tongue. He stopped licking and used one hand to stroke my cock and the other to fondle my testicles. Then he was back to licking my hole. I really love being naked with this guy but all I could think of at the moments was what was going on between my legs and between my butt cheeks. I was really hard when he slipped a finger into me to open my hole. It was soon followed by his engorged cock. There was no pain this time. He had already entered me a couple of times today. The sensation was ecstasy. I was loving it. He had not done this from the back before. It seemed like it might be deeper this way. His finger had not touched my G spot and the curvature of his dick also kept it away from my G spot. He thrust in and pulled out for a while. I loved every second of it and I was staying hard. I was trying to clinch onto his cock with my ass. It was now a conscious clinching because I was not yet going to cum. Then he pulled even though he was hard.

The sun had set, and the moon risen. It was so full that I could not tell whether the full moon was tonight or last night.

He grabbed my ankles and flipped me over onto my back. My wrists were still held above my head. He took the head of my cock in his mouth, tickling my head with his tongue. At the same time fondling my balls. It was hot and I thought I might be near to cumming. But he stopped again. The moment was lost again. He licked and sucked me again. He stopped and said, “This way you can't give yourself a hand job, or try to hit me when I don't make you cum. “

Already I was begging him to let me cum. He sucked my cock and then quit again for a moment. Soon he pushed my knees up putting my ankles on his shoulders and entered me again. I loved it but felt helpless to make my self cum. I begged, “Please, please let me cum this time.” But he stopped again and pulled out. I had lost the moment again and was furious inside. He tickled my abs then my nipples. Then as he was kneeling at my butt, he picked up my butt curling my back a little more than before and entered me again. I knew it would not take long now to bring on my cum but I thought he would probably stop prematurely again. He was thrusting and pulling back several times. I thought that he was just toying with me. I got a desperate idea. I wrapped my legs around him and hooked my feet together like a leg lock in wrestling. When he tried to pull out, I pulled him deep into me. He tried to wriggle free. His wriggling just sent more sensations into us. Then both of our bodies responded. His fired inside me. We both howled at the moon which had now risen. I loved every shot he shot inside me. I fired up into the air and my juice landed back on my chest. He tried to wriggle out again but I held him into until we were both spent. And he was softening. He pulled out of me, kissed my softening cock and untied my wrists. Hand in hand we walked to the water and washed each other. We had forgot the towels again. We rubbed each other down and hugged for warmth. We opened the other sleeping bag and tossed it over the first one.

We snuggled together my back to his front. We were exhausted and happily making each other warm. We drifted off to sleep under that full moon.