Just Friends

When I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, the evening after my spanking and opened the door . . . There was another jar of lube right next to the strawberry lube which I had purchased. The other jar had a black and white label unlike the red label on the strawberry version. I picked up the new jar and read, “This lube is formulated to cause tingling in all skin that it is exposed to. That means that both the penis of the erect person (top) and the anus/rectum of the receiving person (bottom), will experience the designed tingling effect. “This explained how my dick was tingling while Dave rode me. I guess he was feeling the effect in his anus as well. But I was confused about the new terms on the label. Top and Bottom. Dave had been on top of me, but I thought that he was the receiving person. It was my happy juice that was shooting inside of him.

I asked him later when he came in. He admitted to going into the same sex shop where I had gone. He had selected a different lube from the shelf. It sounded like the same clerk who liked to wink at guys.

Since I had already admitted to liking getting spanked, I went on to explain that it seemed to heighten my other sensations when I closed my eyes. The other new feeling was when he held me down with his hand. I was squirming but really could not escape. I was flooded with a feeling of being under his control. The feeling of loss of control was part of the “turn on” of being spanked.

He suggested that I should misbehave again so that we could check out more of the feelings around being spanked. I responded, “Not tonight. My butt is still recuperating from last night and was still a little sore.”

He said that he had bought some lotion that he thought might soothe my stinging and still slightly reddened butt. When we had stripped naked, I lay with my butt up. He, ever so gently, spread this lotion on my butt. “You probably don't want to lay on your back right now. You tell me what you would like to do. You have total control over what we do tonight. Just tell me.”

I suggested, “You could apologize again like you did last night.” I rolled onto my side so my dick was towards him. And I should apologize for leading you on, and faking ecstasy.” I was babbling on about everything. Between a few sucks on his dick, I would try to think of something else to apologize for and ended with, “And I apologize for the joke I made about standing to eat breakfast.”

He responded, “I like that joke.” He paused momentarily from sucking my dick We enjoyed each other for a while. I said, “Apology accepted,” He responded with the same words.

Then we switched around head-to-head. We sucked each other's lips for a while. We were half hard but unsure about masturbating is such a way as to inflame my butt. He laid on his back. I laid on my side to protect my butt and not wipe off the lotion. I fingered his chest, hunting for patches of stubble. He had shaved off all the hair on his chest down to his genitals for his lifeguard job. It was growing back. It now had 10 days to develop. It was getting easier to discover and I loved every bit of it. The hair was blonde and not easily seen but easier to find with my fingers. There was a nice patch between his pecks that headed down to meet his glory line but not quite. It also spread across the lower part of his pecks and to both nipples. I teased his nipples a little as I explored for the stubble around them.

“You know what will happen when you do that.” he said.

“Yes, you could give another DNA donation, or I could lick you clean,” I responded. “I would like to ask if you know something.” He looked attentive, so I continued. “By the way, I enjoyed the new lube which you bought. The tingling was great. But the label on the jar confused me. It talked about the person inserting their penis as the Top. But I was under you and my penis was inside you. Do you know how that definition works?”

He seemed to think for a minute, then said, “I have heard the terms top and bottom before, but I don't really know what they mean. We should find out the answer. Do you think we should buy that book that you looked at in the Sex shop?”

“I don't know,” I said. “If anyone found it in our room, I think I would be embarrassed. But I think the information might be really useful and exciting to explore.”

“I really enjoyed when you rode me. It was a surprise and fun. The Best Birthday Present ever. It might be that the rest of the book might be fun too. I read the back cover when I was in the store. It said that the book is not just about a variety of sex positions but also about partners sharing feelings and becoming closer.”

“We have certainly become closer, and I really like that,” I replied. “I know it's not important, but it still leaves me wondering about the label gay. That is confusing. You see, I would say that I love you. But the label love is hard to define too. For example, you love your Mom and Dad and they love you. But that does not make you and your Dad gay obviously. So, I am totally uncertain about this.”

“And my parents love you too,” he said. Which made me feel warm. “And I could say to you that I love you. But if I said that in front of our friends and fellow students, I think they would take a different idea from it. So, I say, here and now, that I love you. And if I don't say it elsewhere, please know that it is still true even when it is unsaid.”

“Now that is really cool, and I will hold onto that inside,” I said with all sincerity. “In the same way I can say that I love you.”

“Now, how are we going to unload our balls this evening? I think I could do everything except riding you. But I don't think I could take other than your finger in me just now.” So that is what we did and made two new donations to the collection of sample bottles in the fridge.

The next morning, we went to breakfast as usual in the dining hall. Our buddies seemed to be giddy about something. Once we got settled at our usual table, one of them announced. “We just found out that it was your birthday last week, so we got you a present.” They passed Dave a wrapped gift. It was flat and a bit heavy but a mystery to most of us around the table. Dave started to unwrap it. It was made of wood and looked like a cross between a chopping board and a miniature canoe paddle. Then Dave turned it around for the whole table to read the printing on one side. “Heat for the seat, apply as needed” Everybody laughed, including me. My thoughts turned to remembering that Dave said that I should spank him sometime soon. This thing might come in handy.

We continued putting samples in sample bottles most evenings. It was usually followed by us doing our own thing for a while. Then our next adventure began with Dave coming back to our room after an afternoon class and asking if I could help him with his homework. I thought this a little strange as he usually helped me with my class assignments. He had taken the same courses last year and he had a very retentive memory. As a result, my marks were straight A's. So, I thought that I was making good progress for an early entrance to medical school. And as he had explained previously, his parents could write letters of recommendation. I thought I had a decent chance, but I knew the competition was tough.

After our coursework time was complete, at about our usual time of 9 pm. I got up from my desk and started to remove my clothes. At that Dave said, “I think this would be a good time for you to help me with my homework.”

“How can I help?” I said. “You usually help me.”

“Well. We are supposed to practice doing prostrate exams.” He said. “I thought you would be OK with that.”

“Sure. I am OK with that.” I responded. I had continued taking off my clothes and was naked by this time, so I waved my genitals toward him.”

He responded, “We are instructed to ask the patient to strip down to their underwear to begin the procedure. So maybe you could put on some underwear?” I obliged even though it seemed odd to put my underwear on at this point in the evening. He explained, “The doctor should only pull the underwear down in the back, that way the front can be left up in case the patient becomes embarrassed by any enlargement of his penis. The patient should lie on one side, facing away from the doctor and pull his knees up so the doctor can have easy access to the anus.”

“It sounds like you're reading from a textbook,” I said. I did exactly as he had said. He donned a glove, grabbed a little KY gel and slid his finger into me. Yes, it felt great, but he had been there so many times before. He felt around the prostrate to check its size and shape, I guess. Then he said there was an alternate method for doing the exam and pulled up my underwear for me. You are to stand facing the desk and bend over. I did. Again, he pulled down my underwear in the back and inserted his finger. It was pretty much the same feeling and getting to be a bore.

Then he said, “Which method do you prefer?”

“I like it best on my back with my feet up in the air,” I said, “and my doctor as naked as I am.” I had pulled off my underwear. “It only seems fair that if I am to be naked that my doctor should be too.”

I got back onto the desk with my feet in the air and he got naked quickly. He had been hard under his clothes which was not really a surprise, but I was happy to see it. I said, “That way if his finger is not long enough or big enough, he would have something else that he could use to feel inside me.” It was an old joke but we both liked it.

He continued the old joke with, ”I can only think of one thing, and it might be too big to fit.”

I suggested, “How about you try it and see.” We both giggled a little and he went straight into me as I was already lubed with the KY gel. He was quickly balls deep then he pulled out all but the very head of his dick and thrust back in. He thrust in and out for a while. I loved it. He loved it. While he was still thrusting, I said, “Maybe we should buy that book we talked about and try some new ideas.” We agreed. For the moment, he kept on thrusting into me until we both ejaculated and were drained ready for sleep.

We lay down with him snuggled in behind me.

I suggested that some time I should try out the gift that Dave had received. “You are ready for me to spank you again?” he asked.

“I rather thought it was your turn. So, I spank you.” I said.

“Hmm. I suppose you are right. I guess I am a little apprehensive, but I want to know what it's like. I think it's easy to go too far with a thing like this. I don't want to hurt you or me . . . too much. Nor do I want to be standing eating breakfast like you did.” We giggled. “That joke was priceless. And the way you delivered it looking so sheepish. . . absolutely priceless.”

“You know, I actually could have sat, and I would have if the topic was not all around the table.” I said. “I had gotten over the sting. And I loved you applying the lotion the next day. That was nice. You know you are totally forgiven but you could apologize again any time you like.”

“I want to apologize again now. I really do.” he said. I rolled on my back. He burrowed under the covers and sucked me until I fired again.

We ended the night with a kiss. His mouth tasted of my cum. We drifted off to sleep happy. I think we were also resolved to try to find some new things to do.

We would not have guessed the consequences of our training time with Dave's mother. Dave came back from classes one day. He had a very serious look. He said, “You better sit down. We have something we need to talk about. Maybe you know that in our medical classes we practice doing examinations on each other. Usually, the person who is the patient is in their underwear. Sometimes they are naked depending on the sort of exam. I wanted to tell you this before.”

“So, what we do, like getting naked with each other each evening is not that special?” I asked.

“That is not how I feel about it. What we have is very special and I cherish it a great deal. But I have been in these situations in medical school, and I just wanted you to know. And so far, no, I have not gotten hard in class nor has anyone masturbated me or milked me. So, what we do is still special to me.” He explained.

“But, and there is always a but. The prof at medical school is a friend of the family and has been talking to my Mom. He wants to include some information about DNA banks in the course curriculum. My Mom mentioned to him that I could be a teaching aid for how to collect DNA samples.”

“You're kidding!” I exclaimed.

“Sorry, I'm not kidding,” he said seriously. “So, the prof asked me directly if I was willing to have him milk me in front of the whole class. This has not been part of the curriculum before but doctors in the modern world are called upon to do it. I wanted to tell you so that you don't find out through gossip with one of the other medical students and so that you would not be as shocked by it all.”

“So, you are seriously thinking about doing this?” I inquired.

“Well, yes I guess,” he said. “The prof had me into his office when he asked. I said I would get back to him. But he also said that he would owe me if I would do it. It certainly never hurts to have a prof indebted to you.”

“Hmm, interesting,” I said.

“But it goes further,” he said. “Leave it to Mom to make suggestions. The lecture is about sexual development. You know like puberty and stuff. She pointed out that I am shaved off for my lifeguard job, so he would not be able to show, for example, where hair develops in puberty. Then she apparently suggested that you would be good for that.”

“What!! You have got to be kidding!” I said.

“Sorry, I am not kidding. But I only said that I would bring up the idea with you. You are not in medical school, but he knows that you have applied. They have already examined your marks and accepted you into the 100 applicants which they will interview to choose the 6 that they actually admit from first year. As I explained before, the all-important interview with the dean is the clincher in this process. This prof is a personal friend of the dean. It would surely help to have this guy in your corner. What do you think?”

“Oh, I never guessed that this could develop in this way. What would I have to do?” I asked.

“Well first you would have to get totally naked standing in front of the class. The prof would point out your pubic hair development and armpit hair. He would probably also point out muscular development. This is a good demo partly because of the weight routine which you have been doing. This would be towards the beginning of the lecture and probably would not take long. Then you could get dressed again. Then I would get naked later. I don't think that we would be naked at the same time. So, you seeing me naked and me seeing you naked would probably not give away our relationship.”

“That does not sound too onerous. I could probably do it. OK. Then tell him, I will,” I said.

“Thanks. I think I owe you one too,” Dave said. “I think I have the more difficult task. I will have to be naked and get hard in front of the entire class and even ejaculate. You can probably stay in the class and watch. I suggest that you get a seat at the back. If I have difficulty getting to ejaculating, the sight of you and the memories of our good times might just bring me through this proposed ordeal.”

Dave told the prof our decisions and we were scheduled for a date for the lecture. The date came up really soon. I was unsure what I could do to prepare. All I could think of was to wear clean underwear. I suppose I could have gotten some leopard ones or something, but I decided it was best to keep it simple. This was not a time to goof around. Dave approached it that same way. The only special thing we did was to make sure that we were not wearing matching underwear, which we often did for fun. If we then saw each other between classes, it was our little secret sort of 'thinking of you' thing.

We arrived together at the lecture theatre wearing regular clothes like everyone else. Dave took a quick moment to introduce me to the professor before the lecture started. He thanked me for my willingness to assist in the lecture. It was an oversize lecture theatre for the size of the class. I would guess there were only about 45 students in a sloped theatre that could have seated probably 150. They all sat in the few front rows and towards the center of the stage.

The lecture began with an introduction of sex education. There was a short discussion of how important this is. Then he started a discussion of puberty. I knew that I would be called forward soon.

“We are very fortunate in that we have a volunteer to demonstrate some of the developments that occur in puberty. I would like to ask Alex to come up beside the lecture podium,” he announced. I exited my seat and went to the front quickly. “He is going to take off his clothes so that I can point out the changes that occur in puberty.” I was expecting this and stripped down quickly. My underwear came off last. I told myself, whatever you do don't get hard. But 45 people looking on seemed to help quell any activity there.

The prof took a pointer from the display board. He started with, “The most obvious change is the pubic hair which grows here.” He just almost touched me with the end of the pointer. “It also appears here. Alex if you would raise your arms. The hair can also appear on the chest and on the abdomen, but this varies from person to person. Thank you. Now some of the other changes in puberty may appear to be a little more subtle. Alex is in good athletic condition and so you can see the muscles. This development is accelerated in puberty.

“If you would turn around Alex. Thank you. From this point of view, I would like to point out what is probably an evolutionary development in humans. Notice how the shoulders are somewhat wider than the hips. Alex is a particularly good example as his hips are perhaps narrower than most people. It would seem that ladies tend to find this attractive. But from an evolutionary perspective, it gives the penis easier or deeper penetration into the female vagina. Thus, a reproductive advantage that evolution can select for. While looking at Alex's back, I would like to take the opportunity to point out this large muscle that runs from roughly the bottom of the shoulder blades to the pelvis without interfering with the action of the buttock's muscles. This muscle can play a part in thrusting during penetration but is also very important for supporting the vertebrate of the back to avoid disk damage. Notice also the small but bulbous buttocks muscles which assist in the thrusting as mentioned earlier. Thank you. If you would turn around again Alex. Thank you. I would like to point out two more sets of muscles. I am sure that you have noticed Alex's well-developed abs. But notice also what is called the male V. These run down both sides of the abs and appear to come together here in the area of the penis. Again, these muscles play a role in the thrusting activity which I mentioned earlier. Thank you, Alex.” I picked up my underwear and started to pull it on. “Alex has applied for admission to the medical school. So, I invite him to take a seat for the rest of this lecture if he wishes to do so.” I was buttoning my shirt, pulled on my socks, pants and shoes. I walked up the aisle. I took a seat in the last occupied row about a third of the way back in the auditorium. I was intent on helping Dave in any way that I could. I thought he had a much more difficult goal than myself. It is one thing to be naked in front of a crowd, all the time just hoping not to get hard, and totally another thing to be naked in front of a crowd and expected to actually get hard and deliver semen.

The prof explained that there is a call for artificial insemination for women. This means that human DNA or sperm banks are being established in various centers. Also, there are men who want to have their sperm collected and stored for future use. Part of modern-day medical practice is soon to be collecting sperm and eventually implanting sperm. There are several methods of collecting viable and healthy sperm. In fact, Dave has been a donor on several occasions. So, I have asked him to assist in a demonstration of how to collect.

There are men who are shy about the fact that they masturbate and so want to provide sperm by having sex acts with their partner while using a condom and then transferring the sperm to a suitable container after the fact. There are multiple problems with this method. Number one: Often condoms have been coated with a spermicide which will kill the sperm. Number two: As in all uses, it is possible for condoms to break. There are other reasons. So, we will be collecting the sperm directly in the sample container today.

So, Dave, if you would come forward and remove your clothes and get on the examination bench. The bench was exactly the same as the bench in his mother's office. He knew the drill, stripped, got on the bench and put his heels in the stirrups. I felt like his butt was aimed directly at me. I could feel a stirring in my crotch. I watched as the prof explained erogenous zones and how to begin the arousal process. Between tickling nipples and stroking the perineum, I could see that Dave was beginning to become aroused. The prof stroked his penis for a while. Then he took a sample bottle in one hand aiming it to the end of Dave's penis and inserted a finger of his other hand into Dave to massage his prostate gland. From the wrist movements I could see that he had stroked the prostrate several times but there was no ejaculation. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the audience. Or perhaps the prof has short fingers. ( Ha Ha ) But this was no laughing matter. There was no ejaculation. After two tries the prof paused and explained to the class that Alex is Dave's roommate so has seen Dave naked before,” he added, “I assume. So would Alex be willing to come up front and assist?”

Well, I could not refuse but neither did I want to give away just how familiar I was with Dave's arousal cycle. I did my sheepish look and went down to the front of the class. I asked the prof what he wanted me to do? He wanted me to hold the sample bottle to the end of Dave's penis while he got a better position for massaging Dave's prostrate. I went to touch Dave, then pulled my hands back like I had touched something hot. (Pun intended) And I said, “Ah, um, do I get some gloves too.” He handed me a pair and the issue of our intimacy was hidden again. Dave was still hard but had not cum. My back was to the class, and the prof could not see me either, so I gave Dave that wink which he had so often given to me. And Voila. The sample bottle started to receive the result. The prof soon described the importance of labelling and refrigerating the bottle. Dave's ordeal was over. There was a tangible sense of relief in the lecture theatre. He dressed and we departed separately with our reputations intact and a prof in our debt.

I have learned that in life every experience has unknown results which become evident later. And these events were no exception.