Just Friends

A Fall Long Weekend

I waited for a good time to ask Dave some stuff. “Did you notice Aiden's penis?” I asked.

“Ya. How could I miss something that big?” Dave said.

“I mean, it looked different from yours and mine. Aiden's has an extra sheath of skin. Is that a genetic variation? Could it be the cause of his difficulty to ejaculate?” I said.

“Those are good questions,” said Dave. “I am not really sure of the answers. I think that sheath, as you called it, is what is cut off when circumcision is performed.”

“You mean, some guys have that, and it has to be removed?” I asked.

“I am not sure,” he said. “Maybe all guys have that until it is removed.”

“Really?” I gulped. “You mean you and I have been circumcised and we don't know it?”

“I can think of two options to find out,” he said. “We could search for pictures on the internet, or I could ask my Mom.” Mom, the fount of all medical knowledge, strikes again.

Aiden knocked on our door again. It was only about 2 weeks after the first time. He was begging again so Dave let him come in. He was naked in no time and begging for Dave to help him. “It's been two weeks but one of those weeks was with aching balls again. I just can't do it on my own. Please, please,” he begged.

How could anyone turn down this beautiful specimen of manhood? I thought. (See the description of Aiden's body in the last chapter.) Dave was hesitating and insisted that he had course work to do. Immediately Aiden asked me, “Can you, do it?” I knew that I could but first I made eye contact with Dave. He motioned as if to say go ahead.

I explained, “The same rules apply as last time. No telling others. And you must state that you willingly agree to the level of intimacy necessary to get you to cum.”

“Yes, Yes,” he agreed immediately.

As we had been chatting, Aiden was toying with his penis, and it was growing in size. He laid down on his back on the other bed, the one that Dave and I don't really use. Aiden worked on getting himself harder. I really thought he was doing a better job than previously. He rubbed his penis at just the right place near it's root in among the red orange pubic hairs. His sheer size was incredible to see, a good 10 inches and thick as 3 fingers. He was not the only one getting hard. His red hair was always such a 'turn-on' for me. And now seeing up close the size of his engorged penis, it was almost too much. I need to concentrate on this as a medical procedure, I told myself. Ignore the hard dick in your pants and help this kid.

I quickly grabbed the tingly lube from the bathroom cabinet and offered him some. He grabbed it voraciously and coated his dick, balls perineum and even started fingering his anus. But he could not get a finger deep enough to finger his prostrate. As much as he had improved his technique, I could see that he still needed help. I obliged and slid my finger in next to his finger. I went further in, and I began tickling his prostrate. It seemed to take more strokes than when Dave had done it. Aiden did eventually cum. He fired several times but experienced no ecstasy this time. He was perhaps a little disappointed in not seeing stars but at least his pressure was relieved. He was grateful.

If I can ever do anything for you guys, anything,” he said, “I will.” Yes, my imagination was about to run wild. But I tried to stay professional and ushered him to the shower. When he came out. He was drying himself and wanted to chat.

I decided to offer suggestions, “Maybe you could go to the sex shop and get some things to better help yourself. You could get some lube of your choice. You could also get one of those rubber versions of a penis. It's called a dildo. Maybe you could push it into your ass. Make sure you use lots of lube. You should search for that spot that seems to trigger your response.”

“I have never been in that shop,” he said. “But I guess I could try.” He got dressed and left. I hoped that I had given him some ideas. At the same time, I sort of liked the idea that he might show up again.

Dave changed the perspective saying, “Do you think it took more to get him to cum tonight?”

“Hmm,” I thought out loud.

“I have heard of this,” he said. “With each session, it takes more to get the same result. I don't think it is a disorder of any kind, but it may be a phenomenon. I think we should be careful that we don't get tied into this chap, nice as he is.”

* * * * *

The fall term was passing. I was continuing with the high marks that I needed for medical school. Our relationship was ever increasing it seemed. We discovered each other's desires and whims as roommates and as friends and in sharing our bodies.

We continued making donations to the DNA bank for Dave's mother. Then one evening, something a little out of the ordinary happened.

We had discussed this together. I had absolutely loved the feeling of Dave rimming me with his tongue. He offered to do it again this evening. He said he thought that he might use some of the strawberry lube while licking my anus. It was not just for a nice taste for him, but we both loved the aroma. We hoped that the aroma did not flow into the hallway outside our room or down the hall to other rooms. We were doing it for the pure joy of it.

He suggested, “I wonder if I can lick you enough to have you ejaculate? I think you might really enjoy that. We could even collect your DNA at the same time.”

“Sure, why not?” I said. “Let's give it a try.”

We started with kissing. We had learned to take our time and enjoy each thing. We kissed for a while. Rather than strip ravenously, we had learned to unbutton each other's shirts and savor each move. I was a little ahead unbuttoning his shirt. I pushed it wide on his chest and explored for the lovely blonde stubble which was becoming more than stubble by now. I pushed the shirt back off his shoulders. He did the same with my shirt. In our distractions, we had both forgotten to unbutton the cuffs of the sleeves and found ourselves handicapped but still locked together at the lips and caressing each other chest to chest.

After solving the challenge of the buttoned cuffs, I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Yes, he was quite hard in there. I got on my knees. I pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion. Up popped his manhood. I loved it, played with it, stroked it, sucked it and tickled his balls. His pants fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them. Then he released my manhood. I do love that free feeling when it escapes the confines of a daytime life in the dark. It popped up to Dave's delight.

He laid on the bed and pulled me down on top of him. We enjoyed kissing and rubbing our dicks between our hard abs for a while. This was always fun but only a prelude to what might follow. He rolled us over, so he was on top of me. But his weight was not on me. He was on his hands and knees. Then he crouched on his knees and pushed my legs up, with my knees towards my ears until my butt was off the mattress. He stuffed 2 pillows beneath my butt. I had grown to really love this position. I think we both loved it. I loved it because of the way the weight of my legs opened up my butt for him.

He lubed me from anus to penis and everything in between. While stroking my penis, he started licking at my perineum. Next, he licked and sucked my balls, one at a time. The aroma was wonderful. Strawberries. I was getting pretty hard. Then he went down to my anus and licked and licked. I was so happy. He had folded me up so much that my dick was pointed very much toward my face. I stuck out my tongue but could not quite reach it. Then I thought what a great way to collect DNA. I could see exactly what I was doing. I had both hands free to do it. And all the time I was enjoying his licking.

I kept the sample bottle handy not knowing when or if I would use it. He licked more and even deeper into me. I was loving it and waves of thrills were rushing out to the rest of my body. He was intent on making me cum in this position. After some time of intense joy, I came and collected it neatly in the sample bottle.

I had not realized what a turn-on this was for him. Perhaps he was happy because I was so happy. But he was about to cum too. Nothing else was handy to us, so I popped the top on the same sample bottle which I had just contributed to and collected his sperm with mine.

We lay together quite happy and satisfied. He said, “Do you think those little swimmers are as happy together as we are?”

Then it struck us both at the same time. “What will we label this bottle?” We decided to only label it with the date. If his Mom asked, we would not lie but would say. It was our secret. And we would not tell. The box of samples was soon full, and we shipped it off by special chilled courier to Dave's Mom.

* * * * *

We saw the first snow of the season that autumn. But we enjoyed the house by the lake so much that we were determined to have another weekend there regardless. It was a fall long weekend. Although we usually travelled back on Monday mornings due to our arrangement of classes, we knew that we could stay later on the Monday this time. It was a bit of a concern to drive up in the snow. Dave is a careful driver. We got to the house with no problem. His parents were not arriving this weekend but called shortly after we arrived to make sure that we were OK. We assured them that we were. They wished us a happy relaxing weekend. They were sincere and we both thanked them for the good wishes.

In the back of my mind, somewhere, I was secretly wondering if Dave's Mom had actually figured out what the closeness of our friendship really was. Friends with benefits. We didn't care about other labels. I thought that Dave's Mom would probably be cool with it if she did know.

The weather was cold. We walked around the lake in our winter gear and hiking boots. We stopped near our island. I mentioned the bottle of Vaseline which we had left at our sleeping spot near the lone tree on the island. He said not to worry because it does not freeze. We can use it again next summer. We walked back to the house each with one arm around the other. It was a relaxing weekend. There was no need to go to the store to shop. The house was well stocked with groceries and frozen food. We really relaxed, watched some old movies and just enjoyed being with each other.

We discussed our evening activities. Following the theme of relaxation, I suggested that getting rimmed with his tongue tended to really relax me. He thought that was fine and suggested that he wanted to ride me after the licking. These were our favourite activities.

We went up the stairs to Dave's bedroom and started kissing and gently helping each other out of our clothes. We got as far as shirts unbuttoned and about to slide off, when the lights went out. The power had gone off. I suggested that we could proceed in the dark. But he said it will get cold. We should start a fire in the fireplace. We can get our sleeping bags out of the storage room and zip them together to make one big bag like we did last summer on the island. We had great memories of those nights under the full moon on the island. He got the fire started and I searched for the sleeping bags with a flashlight. When I carried them out to the living room, he already had a pretty good fire going. I rolled out the sleeping bags and we zipped them together.

“Where were we?” I asked. His response was to kiss me. We were back to unbuttoning shirts and sliding them off. He unfastened my pants and let them fall. He pushed down my briefs until I could step out of everything all at once. The radiant heat from the fire felt really nice on my naked skin. He knelt down and licked my flaccid manhood. It was special to think that he appreciated my dick even when I was limp. The feeling was great and getting better. I moaned an Ooo of appreciation and smiled at him as he looked up into my face.

“Just wanted you to be warmed up,” he said. “We don't want you getting cold tonight.” I was continuing to smile.

Then I said, “Your turn.” I knelt and he stood for me to easily pull down his pants and briefs. He stomped out of the wrinkled bundle of clothes at his feet. “Do you remember the red swim briefs we shared that first day?” I asked.

“Ya. I am surprised that my Mom did not figure out what was happening right away,” he said. In my mind I wondered, 'Maybe she did but was so OK with it that she did not want to spoil our time in any way.' In spite of the paths that she had led us into, or maybe because of them, I had a warm feeling about Dave's Mom and felt that she loved me too.

But I snapped back to focus on loving Dave in this moment. He was harder than me. I licked him enthusiastically and sucked his balls, one, then the other. All the time, I was fingering behind his testicles and all the way to his anus Then he laid me down on the sleeping bags and folded me up. I was not only becoming used to this position, I also loved it. I think my knees were closer to my ears since the first time we had practiced this. A favourite part is how the weight of my legs tends to open my butt to give Dave total access to my anus and all its joys. Also, I seemed to be able to relax in this position and let Dave do all the action. A lot of the action was with his tongue. He had started with his fingers just for the beginning then switched to his tongue. I loved the moist and delicate way he licked me round and round. Then round the other way and the occasional poke of his tongue at the entrance to my manhole. I was pretty sure that I could enjoy hours of him doing this, it was my favourite thing and I just loved it. He seemed happy to make me happy and he would extend our time as much as he could.

Eventually he laid down on my chest. He hugged and kissed me and rolled us over so that I was on top of his beautiful chest. I knew what this was leading to, and I was ready. His licking had made me really hard, and my manhole was well lubricated with his saliva. I slid down his chest just a little. He put a hand to his engorged cock to lift it off of his abs and aim it for my manhole. He was starting to enter me. I love this action too. I loved having him in me and I also loved seeing him so happy, smiling and content. I sat up just a bit. He was in me deep now. I was the one doing most of the action now as I bobbed up and down, riding his cock. We both seemed to feel that we could do this forever. I loved this almost as much as getting licked and he said this was his favourite thing. I kept up the bouncing for a while. My balls were being tickled by his blonde pubic hair which had grown in. My engorged dick was slapping on his abs. It was great and he began to release his happy juice inside me in spurts. I looked at his face and saw by the fire light that he had left me into a world of ecstasy. I was happy for him. I got off one good spurt on his chest. But I was instantly gone into my own world of lights, stars and fireworks.

When I regained the connection to reality, I had collapsed beside him and shot cum all over his chest. I guess I had come off of him, because he had shot all over my ass and balls and dick and abs. Or maybe the cum at my ass had leaked out of me. Oh, but we were so happy.

“We've never both had fireworks at the same time before,” I said.

“Yaaah. Ain't it great!” he responded.

“Yaaah,” I agreed.

We drifted off to sleep in front of the fire. We were warm inside and out.

Hours later he had woken and got up to stoke the fire. I had not really awakened. He crawled in behind me in our preferred sleeping arrangement. “All is fine.” he said. “I stoked the fire. You can just go back to sleep.” I did.

We woke the next morning. It was bright. As I became aware of consciousness again, I realized that Dave had his manhood in my manhole. “I love your alarm clock,” I moaned. We both laughed. He pulled out. I suggested, “Maybe I am not awake enough and I need more of your alarm clock to wake me.” We laughed again.

He explained, “We can't run the shower even if we save water by showering together. If we run the shower we will have no pressure for drinking water, until the power comes back on. He suggested a quick run to the lake and back.”

“It's cold out there,” I protested.

He responded, “We will be quick. We can wash each other. And the fire will be warm when we get back.” After Dave stoked the fire with fresh wood again, he pulled me out of the sleeping bags and we ran, naked down to the lake. It was a quick splash around. There was rubbing each other's chests, balls dicks and asses clean. It was too cold for us to get aroused. Even though it was done with caring, it was too cold to linger, and we sprinted back to the house and the fire. We toweled each other dry and got dressed again.

We cooked breakfast over the fire. We were happy in our own space even if the rest of the world was no longer providing electrical power. We brought in more wood from the woodshed. Dave suggested that we walk up the lane to make sure that the power outage was not on this property.  It was a bit of a fantasy picture, us walking in the snowflakes hand in hand and happy It wasn't a problem along the lane. There were no fallen trees.  We would just have to wait for the regional power grid to re-energize. We walked back to the house.  We found some oil lamps in the storeroom and set them out ready for tonight. It was cold, all but the living room.

We did weight routines in the exercise room but that was cold. It was something to do. And something we could do together. That evening we made hot dogs over the fire on a long fork which Dave had found in the kitchen.

We were settling in for two nice hot dogs each when there came a knock on the door. “What? Who could that be?” we exclaimed.

Dave approached the door. I am sure he was ready to say, “This is private property. What are you doing here?” When he opened the door, there stood Aiden. “What? What are you doing here? How did you get here?” Dave sputtered out.

It was Aiden's turn to look sheepish. Rather apologetically he said, “It is a long weekend. I just could not make it through. I went to your room. Your friends said that you had gone to your family house. They gave me your cell phone number and I traced your GPS. I am really sorry to invade your relax time, but I really need you and what you can do.”

“You came all the way up here, to get another . . . . You're kidding?” Dave sputtered.

“Can I come in? it's cold out?” he said. Dave let him in and explained that we have no electricity at the moment. I went around and lit a few oil lamps in the living room while Aiden explained how much he needed help again. Dave was hesitant, but how could we explain leaving this poor kid in distress. We couldn't. We offered him some hot dogs. He was happy for some warm food after his long drive. We said we would help him this one time. But he was never to come up here again nor was he to tell anyone just where it was or how to get here. He agreed. He was clearly desperate.

“OK, OK.” he agreed.

“With this cold weather and long dark nights, you should stay the night,” Dave said. “You can use a bedroom and we can find you a sleeping bag and some blankets. We will get you set up first. Then you can come down here where it is warm for your treatment.”

He was fast setting up and quickly back downstairs. As he was taking off his clothes in front of the fire, Dave asked, “Did you get some lube for yourself?” he nodded. “Did you get a dildo?” he nodded again. “And that was not enough for you to . . . “

“I tried, I really tried,” he said. “I don't know what was stopping things up. But I couldn't get myself to cum. Maybe I wasn't quite getting to the right spot inside me. I don't know.” Aiden was obviously very limp probably from the cold temperatures. He was warming up in the fire's glow.

Dave said, “This time, I am going to show you how to find the spot. So, get yourself hard and we will do this.” He laid down on his back on our sleeping bags. He did all the usual stuff; nipple tickling, stroking his penis starting at its base among those lovely red hairs. He fondled his scrotum and fingered his perineum and anus. He was becoming massive like previously. He was at least 10 inches and three fingers wide. His manhood was out of proportion to the rest of his body. He was plainly very well endowed.

He was speeding up his stroking and fingering his balls when he took a pause from stroking. He tickled his perineum and rimmed his own anus. He really was very hard. The head of his dick was well out of its sheath and the skin on his penis was getting quite taut. He was doing everything right but still he did not cum.

Dave took on the challenge. “May I put my finger in you?” he asked. Aiden nodded. Dave explained,” You should use your longest finger, the middle one, with lots of lube. When you are on your back like this, you put it in like this with the palm up. You put it in as far as you can. Then you curl it up towards the root of your penis. There is a small gland there about the size of an almond. Gently stroke it until . . . . “And the deed was done. Aiden delivered his manly juice onto his abs. It was several spurts and a good amount. He was relieved. Dave gave him a towel to clean himself up saying, “we don't have enough water for a shower, so this will have to do. Now off to your bed until there is light in the morning. (Oh, I wanted to slap his ass, but restrained myself.) You should have enough blankets to keep warm tonight.”

After we heard Aiden's door close in the dark, we stoked up the fire again and stripped off to get into out sleeping bag. Dave snuggled in behind me and we dozed off to sleep.

I am not sure what time it was. The fire had not burned down much. I was wakened by pressure against my anus. I pulled up my knees a little and let the entry happen. I thought, this is really nice in the dark. He seemed bigger and harder than I had experienced before. I was still half asleep, and not a good measure of Dave's size. I guessed that Dave seems to be really super hard and big, and I don't mind at all obliging him. Perhaps he needed the relief after working on Aiden. I noticed a lighter thrust between each of the greater thrusts and wondered if Dave was half asleep. I thought that he might be near to Cumming, so I turned my head to kiss him. In the dark, I kissed Aiden, and he seemed eager for it. And he did cum in me.

Dave was more asleep than I was. He had entered Aiden's anus thinking it was me. Dave was the origin of the second thrust between each thrust that I was feeling. Aiden was clearly enjoying being the filling in the sandwich. He started moaning.

I am not a moaner so the moaning awakened Dave. He became aware of what was happening. Immediately he pulled out of Aiden, and said, “This is totally unacceptable. You must go to your room and stay there until there is light in the morning.” It was Aiden's time to look sheepish. I wanted to slap his narrow little butt but resisted the urge. He tried to cover his genitals but that was impossible. He got to the bottom of the steps. He put one hand on the railing and took his still massive dick in the other hand, heading up the stairs.

The next morning, Dave and I woke first. We were unwilling to explore Aiden's state of being. We just headed to the lake to get washed. We ran down the path naked. In the cold water we scrubbed each other clean. Thankfully our penises were tiny when Aiden ran down the path. He was naked and it was beauty in motion. Dave addressed him, “Get yourself washed then get to your room and get dry and dressed.” He seemed to be emphasizing the 'get dressed.'

We made breakfast for everyone, intending to send Aiden off as soon as possible. He had not only intruded on our special place but also sexually violated both of us.

Dave started the lecture, “You need to know just how wrong you were last night. Please note that we always asked you before we did anything intimate with you. You never asked us at all. What you did could be interpreted as sexual assault. As a guest in this house, what you did was extremely rude. You must never, ever come to this place again or tell anyone else what happened here or how to get here.”

Aiden looked very cast down. He tried to offer his own explanation. “I am sorry. I apologize,” he said. “I discovered something last night. This is probably going to be very important to me. You see, always when I masturbated alone, I tried to imagine me with a girlfriend. I thought that might help me to ejaculate. But it never happened. Then last night, I closed my bedroom door but watched you from the balcony. I saw you two getting naked by the fire, and it really turned me on. I was having trouble resisting to come down the stairs and join you. I think you were both asleep. Then Dave rolled on his back, leaving a space between the two of you. It was enough for me. I slipped in between. I guess you know the rest. I figured that you were both gay and perhaps you might be OK with it. I am sorry. I guess I was wrong.”

“I don't think either of us has accepted the label 'gay',” I said. “I think we would both like to eventually have children which I think means getting married to a future wife. But even if we did live under the label of gay, it is inappropriate for you to have sex with anyone without consent.”

Dave chipped in, “Perhaps you have found the basis of your difficulties. If you have, I am glad for you. But we can no longer be of assistance to you. It seems you are more turned on by seeing guys naked than by imagining sex with a girl. I suggest that you find a boyfriend, a confidant that you can be intimate with. If this whole experience has helped you get your mind around your situation, that is good. But just now, I think that you should pack your stuff and leave.”

Aiden said he would do that. “Even though I have no right to ask anything, I would like to ask that if I do find a friend, can you show him how to . . . Again, I really am sorry. I will never do that again to anyone. I mean it.”

Dave did not give him an answer.