Just Friends

I was heading off to university, away from home and away from a rather sheltered life.  I was excited to meet new people and strive to do well at university and perhaps even make it into medical school. 

But let me introduce myself.  My name is Alex. I have just turned 18 two weeks ago.  I am 5' 10", 150 lb.  I try to work out and be athletic, but puberty has not finished with me yet.  So, I hope for more muscle, more height and more hair.  I think the puppy fat is gone. Yes, I have some hair under my arms and on my pubic area but not much.  And it is fair, as in blonde.  I had been concerned that being blonde headed I might turn darker as I go through puberty but as my pubic hair was coming in light, I thought that I might make it as a blonde with a curly mop of hair on the top of my head.  My face was coming in blonde too, so I only have to shave every second or third day.  With blue eyes and good cheek bones, I thought that I might do OK.

I arrived on campus and found a place to park my little car.  It was loaded with what I thought that I might need from home.  It was all packed in separate gym bags and other bags about the same size.  I had already signed up for a dormitory room, but I had no idea which building or room assignment I might get.   I headed for the registration building.  As soon as I entered, I found a rather long line and joined the end of it.

I asked the guy ahead of me and was told this was the line to get room assignments.  Wow the guy was very much like me, blonde and slim.  He was probably about 2 inches taller and seemed to have a little broader shoulders.  His hair was shorter than mine but not real short. And he was dressed rather conservatively in a buttoned shirt so I could not really tell how athletic he was.  But he could easily have passed for my big brother.  We looked so much alike.

We chatted for some time and really seemed to hit it off.  His name was David. It was a case of making a really good friend very quickly.  We chatted about everything; politics religion, the news . . .   We chatted so long because the line was not moving.  It seemed it was not moving at all.  

Then a rather officious looking fellow came down the hall and gave an explanation in a loud voice for all to hear.  "It seems that our computer system is down, and we will not be able to register people and assign rooms today.  We have called in a computer company.  They cannot come today or tomorrow.  We expect them on Monday and we hope to do registrations and assignments on Tuesday.  We apologize for the inconvenience.  Please come back next Tuesday."

David was entering his second year here and I thought that he seemed to know a lot more about the system.  "What are we supposed to do for a place to stay until next Tuesday?" I asked.

"Don't fret, I have a solution." said David.  He continued, " My parents have a place about an hour's drive away, on a lake.  I can stay there.  I would like to invite you to come with me."

He seemed like a nice guy, and we had hit it off really well.  So, I said, "I guess" a little tentatively.

"You'll like it.  It's a nice quiet place.  Nice house overlooking a small lake. It's all "kitted out".  They even keep a stock of food stuff there.  I use it whenever I want.  And there is lots of space." David assured me.  "I have a truck and we can drive there.  You can just hop in with me."

"It sounds pretty good.  And I have no place else to go.  Yah. Why not?" I responded.

I grabbed a bag from my car and put it in the truck and we were off. 

The one-hour drive was getting hot with the September sun in the cab.   I suggested shirts off.  we were happily riding along in our shorts and still quite warm.  That is when I noticed that David was well muscled under that loose fitting shirt.  It seemed like he had a really nice chest with pecks and arms, that are well delineated, but it was hard to really see from the side.  

After stopping for some snacks at a roadside store, then travelling along a few miles of unpaved road, we arrived at a very nice-looking two-story cottage in a relatively modern style.  I grabbed my bag and David grabbed his.  We had no more than put them inside the front door of the house when he suggested that we should go down to the lake. 

We kicked off runners and socks and headed down a nice sandy path towards a lake that I could see a little through the trees.  The path seemed like sand that had been put there to make the path nice to walk on.  At the end of the path was a small dock and a beautiful sandy beach.  The beach appeared to stretch on in both directions as far as it was visible.  

He told me that he had been coming to this place since he was a little guy and he had learned to swim here.  Summers had been spent enjoying the sand and the water and the quietness.  

The sun was on its way down and things were starting to cool off, but we were still hot and sweaty.

"Hey, let's go for a swim and get cooled off.  The water may be a little cool, but it should be OK after the hot ride today." David suggested.

I mentioned that "I don't think I've brought a swimsuit."

"No problem." he responded.  "We can swim in our briefs and leave our shorts here on the dock to stay dry.  And there is no one around anyway.  This is a private lake."

He pulled down his shorts and put them on the dock.  I did the same.  At that point I saw more of his chest and abs and when he turned around even the shape of his butt.  Yes, it all matched with his being a very athletic person.  It was almost over done a bit but not at all hard to look at.  

I noted, " Wow you look like you work out a bit.  Good on you."  

David laughed a little and said, " I have had a job as a lifeguard, and it sort of goes with the job."

To which I said, "That's great because I am not that great a swimmer.  Yes, I can swim, and I can float but I don't have any real training, so I guess I would be classed as a weak or mediocre swimmer."

" No problem" said he and waded out until he could do a shallow dive.

I followed and we splashed around just enjoying each other's company and having fun.

We swam out into a little deeper water.  I pointed out that. "This might be a little beyond my capacity as a swimmer."

He said, "Don't worry, I'm a lifeguard and I will help you if you need it."

We swam for a while, and it was fun just being together, but the water was colder out this far.  We had started back, and I was getting tired.  I switched to floating on my back and making big strokes and just gliding along until the next stroke.  I was getting tired, and it was cold.  Then Dave came up under me and put one arm around my chest saying, " I can see that you are struggling a bit, so let me help."  He took long, strong stokes and I continued to try my best, but the cold was really getting to me, when he said, "It's OK we're almost there. You're OK."

But I wasn't OK. I could not stand when we got to the dock.  I felt like I was going to pass out.  I remember him picking me up, with one arm behind my back and the other under my knees and us heading up that sandy path.  I think I passed out briefly.

Next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom with Dave.  Him saying, "It's OK, just a bit of hypothermia.  I am going to warm you up gradually in the shower."  Then I remember him holding me up in the shower from behind me.  He had one arm around my chest, and he worked the taps with the other hand to slowly get me warmer.  

Then he toweled me off and put me in this really luxurious bed with a beautiful down comforter.  "How is that?" he said. He had crawled in next to me and was staying close to add warmth.

"Good." I said, "but I still feel shaky, and I need to pee, but I don't know if I can make it on my own."

Maybe I passed out briefly again but next I remember standing or at least being held up, by an arm around my chest and him say "it's alright go ahead and pee.  You're at the toilet."  Then I remember that with his other hand he grabbed some paper off the roll and wiped off that last drop.  I assumed that he pulled my briefs back up at the front and put me back in bed.  But I know I passed out again.

     *     *     *     *

I finally woke up in the morning.  I felt nice and warm and comfortable.  "So, he wakes up." Dave whispered in my ear.  I was laying on my right side and he was too. He was snuggled in behind me and I was very comfortable with the warmth of his body.  

"Thanks," I said in return, " for looking after me and helping me out.  I think I passed out several times from the cold."

"You did that'" he said, "so I just tried to warm you up in the shower and then put you in my bed where I could make sure that you got warm."

Again, I said, " Thanks for that." " And this duvet is so warm and pleasant." 

As I picked up my corner of the duvet, I noticed that I was naked, and I put the corner back down quick. "I'm naked!" I exclaimed.  

He gently said," It's Ok, your briefs are over there hanging by the shower, but I doubt if they are dry yet.  I took them off you when we went to the shower.  They were cold and wet and not helping your hypothermia.  I am really sorry if that upsets you.  I always sleep in the raw and I guess I assumed that you do too."  

I always found his voice quite soothing, and I was settling down. So, I said, " Well I guess I sleep naked sometimes. But not all the time. And I don't or haven't slept naked with someone else in the same bed."  I guess, at that point I gave away that I was a virgin.

"Well to be truthful, I have not done that either. (So, he was a virgin too?) I just thought that you really needed the warmth last night.  and I wanted to be close just in case you needed me again to go to the toilet." Dave said.

"I sort of remember that from last night" I said, " And thanks for being so helpful and thoughtful," and I gulped, "and even wiping the last drop off my dick." Then I realize where my briefs were, and when he had said he took them off me. "Oh. I guess I was naked then too?"

"Ya, you were pretty whoosy, and passing out.  But I held your dick for you with one hand while holding you up with the other arm.  Then wiped you and put you back in bed. But I got concerned when you passed out again.  I thought I had warmed you up in the shower but not enough, I guess.  So, then I took your temperature.  You were a little low. Just a degree or so.  That is why I got in next to you to warm you up gradually with my body warmth. 

Really, I should take your temperature again now before you get up.  We need to get your core temperature.  That is best done the old way.  Just lay like that and I will do all the work." He must have gotten out of bed to get the thermometer as I felt the duvet move.  He was back in an instant saying, "I did this last night. So, you are probably still lubed partly but I will use more.  We need your rectal temperature." he said, as he touched my hip with his left hand and used his left thumb to open my crack.  I felt the cool lube being applied with his right hand.  "I don't want to make this at all uncomfortable for you.  So just lay still and try to relax.  The only thermometer that I could find is this aquarium thermometer which was made to float.  It's a little large about the size of my thumb in diameter."

"What? That was in me?" I said.

"Ya, but you were really relaxed and I lubed you well with Vaseline. You did not seem to even notice that I did it.  Just relax and trust me.  I will go slow and easy and just say if it hurts or anything."  

He had surgical gloves on. And he worked the lube into my crack and then a bit into my anus. As he worked his finger was going further into me.  He wiggled it a bit and I felt a surge of energy run through my body particularly my penis.  But I tried not to react or tense up.  Then I felt the thermometer go in, gently, slowly and more easily than I had thought.  I suppose that his finger work was paying off for me.  He said he had to hold it there for a while to get an accurate temperature.  He did that then announced that I was fine now.

I was happy to hear that and said so.  "It is fortunate that you had all the right stuff to do that." I said. "You know, the gloves and thermometer and the know-how."

"Ya" he said. "My Dad's a doctor, so he keeps the place stocked with various items just in case he is called on to help someone.  You know; Good Samaritan and all that. He's actually a surgeon and Mom is a GP.  She takes my temperature that way even very recently.  Sometimes I wonder if she is really checking to see how puberty is progressing for me." He laughed a bit.

It seemed so natural from him. So, I just said, "Thanks" again.  With the feeling that I could chat about anything with this new friend, I said, "I still feel a little surprised waking up naked with a naked and really nice friend next to me."

He responded, "I think it is another level in a really great friendship. I would say it is a new level of intimacy."

"OK how do you define intimacy?" I asked.

Dave thought for a minute and said, " I guess it is a new level of close friendship where we can do things and discuss things that we would not usually discuss with anyone else.  As I think we have both noticed that we can discuss anything and feel comfortable doing it."

"I agree. That might not be the dictionary definition, but I do feel comfortable and warm and cared for like this." I said.

"So should we get some breakfast?"  Dave asked.

"I guess so.  But my briefs are cold and wet.  And my shorts are down at the dock. I will go and see what is in my bag by the front door." I said and I slipped out of bed and headed for the doorway knowing that my butt was in full view.  I suppose he had seen all that, last night anyway.

I returned in a few minutes. Dave was still in bed. I announced that I had brought a crumby bag for this weekend.  All that was in it was a bunch of wool socks which my mother had packed just in case it gets cold this fall.  My frustration had hidden from me the fact that I was now showing Dave my full front view.  But as I said, he had seen it all last night.

"Hey, you are welcome to any of my clothes. See that chest of drawers over there.  The top drawer is briefs and swimsuits.  So maybe we start there."  

I pulled out the top drawer.  First, I saw all these red things.  "Is all your underwear red?" I asked.

"Those are swimsuits for my job as a lifeguard." he said.

Next, I saw some black things.  Things is my best description, as they were triangular pieces of material with elastic strings attached to the corners of the triangles.  The strings just made a muddled tangle.  "What are these?" I asked.

"Those are called g-stings."

"Do you have another job as an exotic dancer?" I asked.  And we both laughed.

"No", I started wearing them under my swim briefs on the job.  Ever since this one person said that they could tell what religion I was, it was because the swim briefs were so small and tight.  Our supervisor thought that was "cool", but I was a little embarrassed." Dave had gotten out of bed and came up behind me saying, "See they fit like this. The strings go here and up my bum crack like this.  Some of the lifeguard use 'em and we call them anal floss. but they fit entirely under the red briefs and hide whether or not I have been circumcised."

We both kind of laughed and he took them off.  

"This end of the drawer is underwear briefs.  But where did they go?  Mom sometimes takes a bunch to their house to wash but I usually have some.  But none today.  So, we are both out of luck.  At least until ours dry."

"Let's get some breakfast.  I am hungry. The house is nice and warm.  So, we can just be like this."

We put an arm around each other's shoulders, delighting in our new friendship and walked toward the kitchen that way.  It felt great that this guy was such a great friend and so quickly.  We had some breakfast.

Then I said, "So we will have several days here until the computer is fixed.  What do we do for something to do?"

"Well, there's a weight and exercise room.  We could work out together.  We could spot weightlifting for each other.  But my favourite is walking around the lake.  My parents own the whole lake and all the property for a few miles in every direction.  It is a nice sand beach all the way around.  We can walk or it makes a nice running track.  That is actually how I get a tan with no tan lines, no white butt."

"Right," I said, " I just noticed that you have a very even tan, everywhere.  It looks really great."

'Thanks, man.  I work on it when I am here." he said," and you could do the same.  We would have to be a little careful because your butt is so white. We don't want you to get a sun burn. Not there."

We laughed and decided to do both activities.  We did the weight room for a while.  He showed me how to increase my pecks.  Then how to make my abs pop out.  Then we worked on my butt.  Then he showed me how he could massage my muscles.  I wanted to return the favor, so he talked me through it.  It was easier to see on him.   His muscles where better defined. It was easier for me to follow his descriptions.

Then we set out to walk around the lake.  We walked and chatted.  I figured it would take a while to walk around.  So I took the opportunity to start a discussion.

So, I asked, "As intimate friends, what topics can we discuss that we would not have discussed before?"

"Well, guys don't usually discuss each other's bodies. We have already been discussing them." he said adding, " I kind of like that because I work on mine and comments are welcome."

"Right," I responded, "And your bod really shows the work you have put in.  I am impressed.  When you work as a lifeguard, you are mostly on show.  Do you get hit on?"

"Ya, I do." he answered, "I get hit on by both girls and guys.  I think the other guys are mostly jealous when we go the showers.  Most of us wear the g strings. Once the briefs come off, we have this thing that we do.  We pull each other's elastic string in the butt crack and let it go smack.  It stings just a bit.  It's OK.  Then when the g strings come off, we are often getting a little hard in the shower.  The stinging seems to stimulate that response." He giggled.

I giggled too.  "That is something that you share with others.  What can we discuss that is just between us?" I asked.

"Well, there is masturbation", he said and we both blushed.  Blonde guys do that so easily and with us both being naked we could see how far the blush goes; face, chest, and even down to butts.  I was sure my blush was more evident because my butt is so white.  we giggled again.  He said, "Apparently studies show that 95 percent of males masturbate.  The study suggested that the other 5% percent either lied or did not know how to fill out the questionnaire."  We laughed together and the blushing continued.  "You blush easy, just like me. I like that." He gave my butt a little slap. 

We laughed.  So, I slapped his too.  We laughed again.  "So, what is there to discuss about masturbating?  We jerk off and shoot strings of semen.  I thought that is about it." 

"We could discuss how often we need to do it.  Like for me it is almost every night. What about you?" he asked.

"I am not quite there," I said. "Probably every other night, sometimes more.  Then there was one day when my parents were away, and I felt I needed to do it several times in a day.  I was naked most of the day."

"We both missed doing it last night.  We will both need to do it tonight.  The thought makes me horny.  May I watch you?  You could watch me.  We might get some ideas on how to do it better," he said.

"What do you mean, 'do it better'?" I wondered (out loud).

"I have searched it on the net. I have learned about erogenous zones." he said.

"I am curious. What is that?" I asked.

"There are spots on the body which stimulate the penis getting harder.  Some are the same for most guys, but some are only found by exploration.  Some of those would be where an intimate friend and helper could play a part." Dave explained.

"That sounds really cool. Ya we could do that tonight." I said. I realized that I was agreeing to something new for me. But I really felt comfortable with Dave. and said, "I really do feel comfortable with you, and I could share that intimate time with you. Can you describe any of these zones? That way I might be more ready for later."

"Sure," he said with some enthusiasm.  "I can tell you about one that most guys have, and I can even show you now."  There we stopped walking and he reached to my chest and very lightly tickled one of my nipples."

"Oooo," I responded as ripples of energy ran through my body, down my back, down my abs and into my groin. I could tell that I would begin to get hard if he kept doing it.  "Wow, Ya that works for me.  I could get hard with more of that." He tickled the other nipple and I could feel the blood flowing into that place between my scrotum and my anus.  "Ya, I could definitely get hard with that."

"It does the same for me." he said.  "It gets me right here." he put his other hand between my legs and came up behind my scrotum with his fingers and tickled the exact spot where the blood was building up.  "It is called the perineum. There seems to be a rhythm to it.  If I tickle here, then stop for a second and tickle here and back and forth. . ."  

"Wow!" I put my head back enjoying his touch. "Augh" I knew I was getting hard right here in front of my friend as a result of his tickling and touching.  I really liked it.  I grabbed my dick and started stroking it.  It was getting hard fast and harder than ever before.  " Ya, Ya, that definitely works."

"I see," he said and giggled, "Do you want to do it now? There is no one around. Just us. Or do you want to save it for later?  Anticipation can be half the fun."

We laughed and I let myself soften but my dick wanted to remain semi hard.  Then he suggested that we could practice for the main event tonight.  By practice, he meant that I could practice on him.  I thought that was only fair and agreed.

He laid back on one of the few rock outcrops on the sandy beach.  With enthusiasm, I tickled one of his nipples.  I tickled the other and wondered if I was beginning to see a response in his dick.  He pulled up his knees. I tickled or maybe stroked his perineum.  Then I started the back-and-forth rhythm.  There was definitely a response.  His dick which was a little larger than mine when limp was getting to a good size.  I tickled both his nipples at once which I could see was a real turn on.  Then stroked his perineum.  With his knees pulled up I could see his groin in detail.  I did not know the exact spot, so I ran my fingers from his testicles tickling all the way to his anus.  As I approached his anus, he got really hard, wiggled his butt and let out a soft Augh.  Then we stopped to save it for the fun tonight.

We were both semi hard while walking the rest of the way around the lake.  Our dicks did not want to get fully limp.  

"I noticed that you got harder when I went tickled closer to your anus.  Did you find that more sensitive?" I asked.

"Ya, I think the perineum extends into another erogenous zone around the annus. It was really nice," he said.

"You know I noticed a similar response when you were taking my temperature. Ya, It was nice." I said.  "I covered myself with the duvet so that you could not see, but I was getting hard.  It felt nice."

He responded, " I had read on the internet that there is another erogenous zone there where there is no hair right around the annus.  The article named it 'rimming'.  We really are good explorers.  We discovered this spot on our own.  Cool.  Shall we search for more?"

"Sure," I said. "I could get into that with your help.  Have you read about any other spots?"

"Ya," he said. "May I touch you again?" I nodded. He put a finger to my lips and entered my mouth.  Then he ran his finger along the inside of my lips, upper and lower. "This one is supposed to get better the more we work at it.  It is just a gentle touch, but it is probably better during arousal.  You know. Like your dick gets more sensitive when it is aroused." 

"I know about another spot, but I would like to keep it as a surprise.  OK?"

"Sure," I nodded. "If you are Ok with it I have another question."  

"Let me explain:  I am sort of in the middle of puberty. I have a little hair here and here.  And my muscles are still developing.  And I hope that I grow just a little taller.  I shave every third day or so. "

"But what about you?  Your body looks great.  Really great muscles.  And you shave maybe slightly more often than me.  But you don't have hair under your arms or here." I touch him just above his penis. " Sorry I should have asked before I touch."

He laughed and said, "First of all, as friends, you don't have to ask to touch me. It's OK."  "And I really appreciate your observations, dare I say, I really like compliments about my muscles.  And may I say that I think that you have a great body too.  Slim in all the right places.  And a great patch of blonde curly hair here." He touched the bush developing just above my penis. "You remind me of how I was a year ago. But mine is a bit of a story."

"I think you know that the supervisor at the lifeguard agency likes to have guys work out so that they look good working around the pool and at the beach in those little red briefs." I nodded. "I had this great glory line from here." He touched just above his navel. " To here." He touched the root of his penis.  "I thought it was so cool because mine was blonde like yours." 

"The boss got upset.  I think it was partly because the darker haired guys had really prominent and noticeable hair sticking out from under their red briefs.  So the boss came into the locker room one day at the end of the shift and told us.  Keep working out.  Keep getting tanned.  But some of this body hair has got to go.  I want to see it gone from your nose down to your briefs.  I will pay for waxing, or you can shave it regularly.  I chose shaving because I thought it would grow back easier in the off season.  So, I shave it whenever I shave my face.  That is usually in the shower.  I had just shaved down to the top of my briefs. It seemed that I shaved a little lower each time. Then I realized that it made those areas more sensitive for masturbating. Actually, once I realized how great it felt, I shaved it all including my balls."

"Wow, I was not expecting that story," I said.  "So it's more sensitive.  Cool." I touched his scrotum and realized how smooth it was. "Cool.  How far did you go?"  he responded by spreading his legs a bit so I could explore and motioned for me to feel.  Behind his scrotum was similarly smooth all the way to his annus. "Is that why you hardened up so quickly when I stroked you there?" Again he nodded. But it was also confirmed to me by him starting to get harder again now.  " Wow. I can hardly wait for tonight when we can use all these new ideas and help each other."

We both smiled and continued walking towards the dock which was now in sight.  We had a brief swim to cool off and wash away the sweat.  The cold water made both our dicks get really small.  It was a brief swim. I did not want to get cold again.  As we exited the water, we pointed at each other's dicks and laughed heartily.  I knew that we had several ways now to get them warm again.

We sat on the dock together with an arm around each other's shoulders.  Then we leaned back to enjoy the warmth of the sun.  That is when he reached across and cupped my whole package, balls and dick, in his warm hand.  He said, "They just need to be warmed a little." We laughed and I reached over and returned the favor by cupping his package in my hand.  We were not having much effect on each other.  We walked up to the house and got some lunch.  We took our shorts which we had left on the dock the night before.  He suggested that we could put in a load of laundry.  

At the house we loaded the washing machine: two pair of shorts, two pair of briefs, two sweaty shirts, and two towels.  I had this sense that this was really nice to wash our clothes together.  Then we got some lunch.

"We did the two things that you suggested this morning.  What do you suggest for this afternoon?"  I asked.  

"What do you want to do?  We did weights and massage and walked around the lake.  Weights are best done every other day.  And I think your butt has had enough sun for today.  We don't want it to get pink. I would find it more difficult to tell when you are blushing." He laughed.

"This might be an odd request.  I have never worn a g string.  Would you mind if I tried one?" I said.  

"Sure. Come on," he responded.  He pulled my hand for me to stand up. Then we sort of sprinted up to his bedroom.  He opened the drawer and handed me one.  Then he picked another one to show me how to sort out the strings.  "You have to find where this T occurs in the string.  Grab on each side of it. Then it becomes obvious where your legs go through.  

I pulled it on and felt the sensation of a string going into my crack.  " Woo." It felt good.  I walked around a little very conscious of the string in my crack.  I reached over and pulled his string and let it go, smack.  He did the same for me.    We laughed.  "That's a new experience," I said.  "The other thing I was going to suggest was Greco-Roman Wrestling.  I did a little of it in High School.  But we don't have a judge to score it."

"I have done some wrestling too," he responded.  "How about we make up our own game? We could count the number of times that I snap your crack with the g string.  And you could count the number times that you get mine."  

Immediately we wrestled for a while on the bed.  We were having fun and laughing.  Then we ran around the house a bit pulling each other's strings.  And we eventually collapsed back on the bed breathing hard.  We together announced, "game over" and simultaneously stripped of the g strings. we just lay there getting our breathing calmed down.  I don't know who won the game. We had had so much fun that I had forgotten to count and so did he.  

That pretty much filled our afternoon.  We grabbed a light supper to be ready for the evening's activities.

Perhaps we were a little apprehensive. We watched TV for a bit.  But soon anticipation took over.  He turned off the TV with the remote.  We both reached out to take the hand of the other and then headed up the stairs to his bedroom.  I think it was the apprehension that had us pull up the duvet to our waists.  

He suggested, "Who is going to be first?  For masturbation, I guess we can't both help the other guy at the same time."  Little did we know that there are ways to stimulate each other at the same time which we would soon discover.  "I think you should be first. You're the guest.  Ya. Guests first.  It's only polite."  We laughed.  And I was not going to argue.

So, I started.  I was on my back. I was stroking my penis while it was under the duvet.  I had pulled my knees up which sort of tented the duvet. He moved around to put one knee on either side of my head.  He tickled both of my nipples at the same time.  They were not under the duvet and slightly cool.  They stood up to meet the tickle.  I felt the blood rushing to between my legs.  I clinched my ass just a bit and the blood rushed into my penis.  I felt it happening in my cock and in my hands.  It felt great.  I clinched another time and felt even more blood in my penis.

He was so cute about it.  He moved around, putting his hands on the top edge of the duvet.  And said, "May I?" I nodded.  I don't think I could have mustered another response.  He pulled the duvet right off the bed.  He had put a surgical glove on his right hand. He positioned himself between my feet.  I spread them a little wider.  He suggested that I tickle my nipples and he took my cock in his left hand and stroked it up and down my shaft.  He used his thumb to lightly touch just under the head near my pee slit.  I felt like this was just wild.  Then he started with my balls and tickle all the way to my anus with his right hand.  He added a little Vaseline and caressed around my anus.  Neither of us knew how rimming was usually done so he circled my hole in one direction and then in the other.  Pushing just a bit more, I could tell that my hole was relaxed and opening a little to his touch.  

My attention was on my dick.  I didn't remember it getting this hard, this fast.  It seemed harder and bigger than it had ever been before.  The skin on it was so taught that the slightest touch was excruciatingly wonderful.  And he was doing more than the slightest touch.  Oh! I was enjoying this.  My dick was straight up towards the ceiling.  My anus was sending waves of sensation through my entire body.  When he said, "Now for the surprise."  He had plenty of lube at my hole and gently pushed his middle finger into me.  It felt great.  My cock seemed even harder.  Once it was in as far as he could put it, he curled it towards the root of my penis.  I was ecstatic.  He curled it again.  I let out a little squeal.  I felt the root of my penis start to pulse.  When he curled his finger the third time my penis fired; straight up higher than his face.  The juice landed on my chest.  It fired again and again.  I saw stars.  I could not see anything around me.  I could no longer count the shots.  I was only feeling the sensations pulsing through my penis.  

When I came aware of my surroundings again, I shot a couple more times.  I had emptied myself.  He pulled his finger out of my ass.  I was just starting to feel softening in my cock.  He crawled up beside me and whispered, "That was amazing. I had no ideas how much or how hard anyone could cum."

I had been gasping for breath.

"I sort of lost it for a sec.  How many times did I . . . ?" I asked.

"Sorry I lost count too.  I had to duck.  You kept on firing off until I saw your head go back, your mouth open and your eyes roll back.  I thought I better stop curling my finger.  It seemed like I had found the "on" switch for a fountain," he laughed.  I laughed too.  

Then I looked down to see my chest and abs spattered with my cum.  The amount of cum surprised me.   I was getting back to breathing normally, when he said, " Come on, let's wash you off in the shower.  Then it's my turn."  I could tell that he was excited for what was coming after.  

He turned on the shower taps.  We were waiting for the water to warm up.  We got our hands into the cum on me and smeared it around.  That was fun.  Then we stepped into the shower, and it was soon gone.  

"Your lips look a little enlarged.  Maybe this is a good time to try that other erogenous spot.  Try sticking your tongue between your teeth and tickling your lips left and right." he said.  I tried it.  It didn't seem like much of a turn-on.  Then he said, "Let me try." He stuck his tongue between my lips and worked it left and right.  It felt good.  Soon our tongues were battling for position.  Then he sucked a large portion of my upper lip.  Our whole bodies were in touch with each other.  I felt his nipples on my chest.  I felt his abs against mine.  We had our arms around each other.  I could tell that we were both excited by this sucking because his dick was rising between my legs and mine was rising between his.

"Hey, it my turn," he said.  We toweled off and got back onto the bed.  We were both laying on our backs and semi hard.  I asked what we should do? He suggested that I just do what he had done.  So, I put my knees beside his head.  My cock was enlarged but quite flexible now.  It flopped onto his forehead.  We both giggled.  I moved it aside, then I tickled his nipples.  After the warmth of the shower, they were soft.  But it did not take long for them to stand up.  I surprised him by sucking his upper lip like he had sucked mine in the shower.  He was getting his dick hard quite quickly.  I moved around to between his legs.  I took over stroking his dick with one hand and tickled his balls with the other.  He tickled his nipples.  I worked my way slowly toward his anus.  He pulled up his knees, so his feet were in the air.  I had a great view of his crotch.  It looked very clean, all shaved.  I wanted to feel it all.  I wanted to feel how smooth it was.  It was smooth and it was exciting him.  I could tell.  I started circling his hole with my fingertip.  I added a little Vaseline and pressed a little harder.  He relaxed and let me it.  His cock seemed ready, so I tried for the "on" switch.  I curled my finger. I'm pretty sure I got the spot because his cock twitched.  But he was holding back.

He teased me with, "Maybe your finger is shorter than mine." But I was pretty sure that I had hit the spot.  I tried two fingers but that did not get me any further in.  Then he said, "Don't you have anything longer and maybe bigger?"

That is when I realized the tease and said, "I can only think of one thing, but I don't think it will fit.  You really want me to give it a try?"  He smiled and nodded.  I had gotten harder while I was stroking and rimming him.  So, I was ready.  I grabbed more Vaseline, rubbed it on my dick, and put more on his hole.  I lined up my dick trying to mush a wad of Vaseline with it.  For the size of my dick, it was a very tight fit. I said again, "I don't think it's going to fit."  

'Try harder," he instructed.  So, I tried harder.  The sensation was great for me.  He was sort of soft but also tight around the head of my penis.  I tried to push more.  As my cock head slipped in he let out a little yelp.  I thought that I had hurt him.  When I looked in his face, he was saying keep going.  I knew the look and gently pressed in.  It was easier now.  His hole seemed to relax around my shaft and felt like it was stroking me as I went further in.  It felt amazing to me.  I hoped that he was enjoying it as much.  It seemed he was.  I pushed in a little more.  Then some sort of wired-in response took over in me.  I was thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out.  I felt like an animal, and it felt really good.  I had several thrust then a real surprise.  I had not thought it possible for me to come again so soon after my previous explosion, but I shot off right inside Dave's ass.  He seems to really like that.  That was when his fountain started.  He clinched around my shaft with each ejaculation.  That same clinching caused me to cum more.  Again, I lost count of how many I shot and how many he shot.  

We were both out of breath.  I collapsed and crawled up beside him.  Our ejaculations had been so in synchronization, it seemed that it continued as we said together, "That was awesome."  We showered off.  We were exhausted and happily drifted off to sleep.  We were cuddled up like the first night.  It felt really great.  I thought: This must be the best Friday in my entire life.