Satin Window

By now, Mike was consuming my mind sexually. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved to look at women, but when it came to thinking about sex and masturbating my mind was typically focused on him. Occasionally I would think about other friends if I had spent time with them, mainly my friend Dave. Interestingly enough, Dave and I talked about sex all the time as well, almost exactly like Mike and I had done to begin with. We watched a little porn together, but never beat off while we watched. One night when measuring each other’s boners I thought it was going to lead to somewhere, but it didn’t. Whenever it would start to go that way, we would not see each other for a few days. Of course, during those days I was spending my time with Mike, and our adventures continued to progress, which kept my mind on him most of the time. Our fun was still limited to our beat off sessions. During the day, you would never know what we did at night or that I craved my best friend’s cock.

I recall a trip to Kansas City one fall during college. There were 4 of us to a room for the week, and a big dance everyone was pumped up about, including myself. I was pumped up for the opportunity to stay in though, and hoped I could get Mike to do the same. I hinted that I didn’t feel that great, thinking he would want to stay in to keep me company. However, he went to the dance, but this also gave me the chance to release 4 days of the frustration of not being able to beat off or anything with the other guys in the room. I had been sleeping in the same bed as Mike, swimming in the hotel pool with him, and just in general seeing his sexy body everywhere we went for 4 days. I noticed a pair of his boxers on the floor. I instantly went hard! I picked them up, laid in our bed, and imagined him there with me. As I buried my face into the crotch of the boxers my mind went to fucking his smooth, round, perfect ass. My hands on his shoulders, pulling him into me, reaching around and pulling on his hard raging cock. I couldn’t hold back…I came harder than I ever had up to that point. It was and still is probably the best masturbation I have ever had. But in the process I had completely soaked his boxers as I imagined blowing my load deep inside of him. Now I was in panic mode. I placed them over the air conditioner of our room. After a couple of hours, I took them off of there only to find them completely crusted. I wadded them up a bit, now realizing there was nothing else that could really be done. I tossed them back to the floor where I found them. Would he realize I had cum all over his underwear? If he did, he never said…but maybe he did know and that is what drove him to do the unexpected a couple of weeks later after we got home.

It seemed like we continued our routine a few times a week of driving out in the hills for our nightly stroking session. By now, every time we went we were sucking each other’s cocks. I would still get to stroke him until he came every now and then when he would let me, and of course savor a bit of a taste of cum when he wasn’t looking. What I did notice however was that it seemed like we were pushing what we were doing a little further every time. We usually beat off a bit before someone spoke up with those sweet words “do you want to suck it a little”? But now as soon as we were hard it was being said. Instead of switching off as frequently, we were sucking each other much longer. There was a lot more body kissing, licking nipples, hands roaming across bodies, and pressing against each other. As we got more and more comfortable, we cared less and less about clothes. As soon as sucking was mentioned, jeans were on the floor and shirts were off. I loved how he would hang his neck chains on my mirror as well. The moonlight glistened off of his tan, smooth body. As he sucked me, I was in pure ecstasy as I gazed at his body and felt my way around his hard chest and smooth ass. I did not want to hold back any more, but knew I had to or I might scare him off. Then a drunken night threw that all out the window.

I was hammered! We had been out drinking with friends in another town, and we were staying with family of mine while we were there. I knew we were going to be late and most likely drunk, so I conveniently arranged to stay out in their camping trailer in their driveway, where my real intent was for us to be alone. We had claimed separate beds earlier, but when we came into the trailer we both wound up on the master bed. Mike told me that he was so horny from being around Jennifer all night (who was a stunning, long legged blonde). As I was rubbing my cock through my pants, he slid his off and went right to beating off as he stared at me. I followed suit, but I stripped everything (like I said, I was hammered)! Mike didn’t even ask...he moved over to me, leaned down, brushed my hand back and took me into his mouth. I might have been drunk, but my cock was alive and my heart pounding with this aggressive move! I whispered to him “let’s 69”, but he looked up and said “no, it’s ok” and went back to working me over. Unfortunate for me, I had thrown up earlier, and I think he didn’t want my mouth on his cock after that. I don’t blame him. But I had to pleasure this stud. As he sucked on me, I found his throbbing hard on and started to stroke him gently, trying to match the pace of his mouth on me. He would suck me, break away to kiss my nipples, then slide his hands all over inside of my legs as he moved back down to continue his work. Up until now, he had always cum first, but there was no stopping me tonight. I told him I was cumming, he broke away, his face inches from my cock as I reached down to finish myself, huge streams shooting onto my stomach. As I gathered myself, I looked down to see him stroking himself, I could see by his breathing he was worked up over the sight of watching me cum. As his breathing deepened and quickened, in a forced drunken slur (as a cover for my real want of it) I told him to “Just cum all the fuck all over me”. He slowed momentarily; “are you serious?” “Fuck yeah man, just shoot it on my chest”. He did not hesitate. Mike got to his knees, placing one over me, his ass brushing on my cock as he stroked. I could feel him tense up as I braced for a feeling I had been waiting to experience for months. I can still feel the warmth of his hot spray of cum pulsing onto my chest over, and over, and over again. He came so hard! I was hard again myself as I was in pure pleasure from the sight and feeling of my best friend, this hot stud’s cum splattering all over my chest. As he went to clean up, I simply rubbed it in. I was going to sleep in it and savor it for as long as possible. We slept naked in the same bed that night. Several times I spooned him, and I don’t know if he knew it or not. I wanted nothing more than to slide my cock into that tight, perfect asshole that was just inches from the tip. I can’t push my limits…I don’t want to ruin what we have! So I just let it go again for the time.

A few nights later we were back at home, getting back into our routine. I was worried that after we came to our senses things might be weird again. But there we were, parked back in the trees again, hearing those words…”do you want to suck it a little”? Tonight there seemed to be an extra bit of passion and drive in Mike. His hands were everywhere in a hurry once I started to suck on him. He wasn’t just sliding his hands around; he was grabbing, squeezing, moaning so much more, and the way he sucked cock that night…wow! We were in my 82 Ford pickup that night, and for another first, when he broke from sucking my cock, since I was pretty much laid out on the entire seat anyway, he slid up on top of me, grinding his dick to mine as he kissed my chest and played with my nipples. We stayed like that humping each other, enjoying each other’s skin for probably 15-20 minutes. I finally managed to roll him over, being sure I got my fill of his hot body while I was on top, then worked back to his cock as he laid out across the seat. I had not been into it long when he announced he was going to cum. I backed off to my knees as I now worked his throbbing cock with my hand. He was looking up at me in pure enjoyment as I watched his eyes roll back, feeling his hard on pulse as he shot his cum onto his belly and my hand. As I finished and backed to my knees, as he caught his breath he looked at me. “You can cum on me”. I did not hesitate. I climbed over him in the same position he had done to me. I think I was barely into it when I was shooting my cum onto him. Rope after rope of my cum was laying out across his chest…then I watched as a shot flew out and landed on his cheek, over his chin, and onto his neck. The sight of this made my knees buckle! I looked down at all of our cum there mixed together along with that strand on his face…perfect! How I wish it was on me, but at the same time this was the kind of ending I had imagined for so long. But this was only 1 of the many endings that I had fantasized and beat off about.

Now, of course I wanted more, I’ve already shared with you my fantasies about fucking my hot friend in his ass, swallowing his cum, and kissing him. At this point though, I was very satisfied with where we were together. I had went from nothing but fantasies to sucking his cock, cumming on each other, kissing our bodies, and even doing it all in the nude while grinding in to each other. There had to be a balance between getting the satisfaction I wanted and keeping it from getting weird by moving too fast. I still really had no idea how far Mike was willing to go. I wasn’t thinking about pushing the limits further, that is something that just kind of happened on its own.