Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2003 15:43:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: bernie <berniebop69@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Friend Dave

Dave and I went to high school together.  He was a
year ahead of me, so when he was a senior thinking
about joining the Air Force, I was a junior just
trying to figure out how to entice a girl into bed.  I
never remembered him ever having a date or talking
about a date before; we spent nearly every minute of
his last high school year together. I guess he didn't
have time to date when we were spending so much time
together.  We didn't just hang out together either. We
both worked at the same place, too.  After work I
would often stay at his house because he lived pretty
close to school.  Since it was just as easy to crash
at his house after work, I often took him up on an
invitation for some grub and a movie.  We usually
watched an action flick or some comedy.  One night, I
remember watching David Gallagher with him; it was
funny, funnier in fact because we had helped ourselves
to some of his dad's beers in the refrigerator.  After
a long day at school and work, it didn't take much to
get a good buzz going.  Dave sat there laughing like
crazy.  I loved the way he laughed, kind of like a
sinister laugh, or a guilty laugh.  He had a tight
expression when he got the fits going.  He was a
little smaller than me, but a lot better fit.  When he
had his shirt off, I could see his stomach muscles
trying to bust out of his skin.  I wondered if he was
ticklish, I certainly am.  As the stand up comedy went
on, we got more smashed by the minute.  Every time we
got up to get another beer we stopped by the bathroom
to piss, and we seemed to shed another piece of
clothes onto the floor.  Armed with a new beer, we
continued to laugh and drift into bubbles.  By the end
of the comedy, Dave had downed 7 beers and was down to
his white socks and a pair of Speedo-like underwear.
I had downed only 6 and was down to just my boxers.
His member pressed the left side of the cloth as he
faced the TV while he lay on his right side.  It was
like it was reaching up toward the ceiling or waiting
for someone to give it a hand to help Dave stand
upright.  As I caught myself staring at it, I felt a
bit ashamed of the thoughts that came to mind.  Dave
is my best friend, what was I thinking, he was another
guy...not one of the many girls I had hoped to entice to
touch me in new ways.  I realized my member had nearly
grown into a full raging hard-on.  I couldn't explain
how I felt.  I was happy we had run out of movie and
Dave's dad had run out of beer.  It was finally time
for bed.  Dave and I collected up the empties and
cleared out of the living room.  Since his family
didn't have a guest room, I always stayed in Dave's
room; usually I slept on the floor on a very thick
comforter.  But when we got to his room, we started
talking about how crappy the day had been at work and
how it was good we were able to settle down with the
movie and the beers before we hit the sack.  The whole
time we talked we just sat on his bed and slumped into
the pillows.  He had about ten of them.  Usually
something you would see in a girl's room, but instead
of flowery pillows, his were satin pillows with sport
team logos on them.  I am sure they were as
comfortable as any girly pillow.  I am not sure when,
but we both must have fallen asleep while we were
talking, I am not even sure who fell asleep first, but
I woke up and I could feel his arm pressing against my
back.  His arm as warm and I noticed his breath
against my neck.  The rhythm of his breathing enticed
me back to sleep.  But then I felt something against
my ass, yes, as I came to, I realized his cock was
pressing against my butt cheek.  It felt strange to
have his body touching mine, even though the thin
fabric separated us.  Quickly I realized this was just
like the thoughts I had of him earlier that evening.
I hadn't realized that this could ever happen.  I
sprung an erection that nearly drilled itself into the
mattress.  It was amazing.  I wasn't sure if it was a
dream or reality.  I reached back to feel if it was
really him pressing into me.  As I reach back and felt
around toward my backside, I felt Dave move; he rolled
onto his back, removing his stiff cock from my cheek.
The breathing on my neck disappeared.  I was sorry I
caused the end to this very erotic experience.  I
thought about him laying there with his hard on
pointing to the ceiling, I had to check him out.  I
rolled myself very slowly, hoping not to cause him to
move again.  I had lost enough the first time I
shifted.  I looked down and saw his Speedos pushing
toward the ceiling, just like I had thought.  His cock
pushed so hard against his briefs, the edges of the
cloth were gapping open along the top rim.  I could
easily see down toward the hairs that escaped.  Dave
had his left arm resting between us and his right arm
stretched over and around his head nearly touching me.
 As continued to roll so I was laying on my right side
to position myself to enjoy the view, I felt Dave's
hand.  I had rolled my crotch onto him.  He moved just
a bit and I thought he was going to roll right away.
But he didn't, instead he clenched his hand for a
second and nearly grabbed my cock in doing so.  My
cock had escaped the boxers and was now hanging just
an inch above his hand.  If my hard-on disappeared, my
cock would lay in his hand.  That thought only made my
cock pulse with added excitement.  My right arm was
thoroughly swished between the pillows that Dave and I
lay on.  My left arm and hand was free to do as I
pleased.  I was tempted to take a better peek at his
cock.  I wanted to let it escape the briefs that it
attempted to tear through.  As I placed my hand nearer
his briefs, I noticed the heat that rose from the
area.  I slowly touched the very tip of material that
seemed to want to let go at any second.  His cock
jolted slightly and Dave shifted position.  His left
hand was now pushing into my crotch; the backs of his
fingers touched the flesh of my sack and pushed into
my cock.  I could feel the pulsing of either his hand
on my cock or my cock on his hand, I wasn't sure
which.  Even though I was aroused beyond belief, I
felt extremely tired. It seemed like an hour as I
tried not to move a muscle.  I didn't want Dave to
move again. I wanted to stay in this position forever.
 My left hand remained suspended over his cock for
years; at least that is how it seemed.  I must have
fallen asleep again, because the next thing I knew, I
felt the breathing of Dave's breathe on my face.  I
slowly opened my eyes to be staring him in the face.
As I recalled the dream I thought I had experienced, I
noticed my left hand was resting on Dave's crotch; his
erection was no longer there.  His hand was still
pressing into my crotch; my erection was stronger than
ever.  Still the flesh of my private area filled his
hand.  I gave his cock a bit of a squeeze and it felt
like it pumped back.  So I gave another squeeze, and
it seemed to respond.  I made it a game; I tried to se
if I could squeeze a bit without it pushing back; but
every time I did; his cock grew and pushed back into
my hand.  It did not take long for him to be fully
erect again.  Dave's breathe became heavier, and his
cock became larger.  Instead of pushing toward the
ceiling this time it grew to the side of his briefs.
It extended out the edge of the elastic band.  I could
see the last inch, smooth, tight, glowing red-purple.
I was nearly trembling with excitement and nervousness
all at the same time.  I didn't allow myself to
actually shake for fear of waking him and ending this
extraordinary night.  I moved my fingers to the tip of
his cock to feel the silky smooth skin I expected.  I
felt the warmth of his cock as my finger approached
his member.  When I touched it; it filled even more.
It was slowly pulsing at my touch.  David stirred a
bit, but his eyes didn't open as I expected.  I
thought I had been caught.  But instead his breathing
slowly relaxed a bit; surely the beers had buried him
into a deep sleep.  I knew I wasn't dreaming now.  I
was taking in every moment thinking about the
consequences of him awakening.  I knew that in my
dreams that would never have entered my mind.
	I begun running my finger in small circles outlining
his cock.  I was able to maneuver it to point straight
toward his belly button; now it stood three inches
above the top band of his briefs.  I was able to hold
on to his cock with three fingers and thumb and I
slowly begun to slide my fingers up and down.  I held
gently enough to not move his flesh, but firm enough
to fell his cock pulse into heaves.  Dave's breathing
became very strong again.  He seemed to begin to pull
his hips into my fingers, and quickly three fingers
became four, and fingers became a fist.  I grabbed a
hold enough to be pulling on his flesh now.  Pulling
and pushing, I felt like I was going to cum.  If I
did, I would cover Dave's hand as it lay beside me.
His hips were definitely moving to the motion of my
hand.  I thought I could see a slight smile move onto
his lips.  I wanted to kiss him, to touch my own lips
to his.  Then I felt it... His cock released the warm
sticky goop into the air.  At the same time, the shock
seemed to trigger my own eruption.  Dave quickly
became covered in cum.  His belly button filled with a
mixture of his cum and my own.  He never opened his
eyes and heavy breathing filled the room, then a sigh,
then slower heavy breathing again.  I could believe
what had just happened.  I couldn't believe he didn't
wake up.  He was laying there, covered in our jism.  I
didn't know whether to get up and get a cloth from the
bathroom or just go back to sleep.  I couldn't wake
him now, and I couldn't let it just stay there either.
 Shit! What was I supposed to do?  I lay there so long
I fell asleep again.
	When I woke up I didn't dare to open my eyes.  I
couldn't hear a thing.  I didn't feel Dave next to me
like I had the night before. I woke up facing the wall
again, just as I had when I first felt Dave touching
me the night before.  But it was definitely morning
now.  Light filled the room.  I felt like my cock was
hanging out of my shorts again, stupid boxers.  I took
a chance and rolled right.  Dave wasn't in the room at
all.  I was alone in his bed, pillows surrounding me.
The door opened and he walked in.  Obviously he had
showered; he walked in with a towel stretched around
his waist.  He said, "Good Morning sleepy head."  I
didn't know if he realized (or remembered) what had
happened the night before.  I wasn't sure what to say
or do.  But until he said something about it, I sure
wasn't going to.  He pulled the towel off of his waist
and snapped it at me.  He nearly whipped my cock which
was revealing itself through the fly.  I grabbed the
towel and pulled it.  Dave came crashing down on me.
Now he was completely naked, no towel to hide him and
lying across me.  My cock was hanging out and was
crushed by him thigh.  Immediate my cock fought back
by growing into an instantaneous erection.  I thought
I was going to faint.  Dave was trying to put me in a
headlock.  This was not the first time we wrestled,
but it was the first time either of our cocks was
involved.  And this time both would have their fair
share of the action.  Dave quickly moved behind me and
I felt his naked chest and cock push into my back.  He
was definitely sporting an erection as well.  His cock
was pushed into my ass cheek much like it had the
night before, but this time Dave was certainly
enjoying the fun as well.  I didn't remember him
sporting a woody when he walked in to the room with
the towel around his waist.  I had no idea a cock
could grow so big, so quickly.  He continued to put me
into a bit of a head lock and to grind his hardened
cock into my ass.  He moved his body downward and soon
is cock popped between my thighs.  I didn't even want
to fight back.  I wanted to let him continue this and
see where it went.  I fought back slightly and
wriggled into the floor with a bang.  He never let go
and rode me down onto the floor.  His cock nearly
pushed itself into my glory hole along the way.  Dave
let up for a second and asked if I had enough.  I said
yes before even thinking about it.  He let me out of
the headlock and sat up against the bed still sporting
a flagpole.  He grabbed the towel off the floor and
placed it over his cock.  I was sorry I didn't think
before I said I had enough.  That certainly wasn't
what I meant.  I sat up beside him and tucked my hard
cock back through the fly in my boxers.  Dave was
smiling one of his big sinister smiles.  But he wasn't
saying anything.  He just looked at me like he was
waiting for me to say something.  I didn't know what
to say.  So I said it anyway.  "I am sorry about last
night, I didn't know what I was doing; it must have
been the beers."  He looked at me with the same
sinister smile.  I wanted him to say something.
Finally he said, "No, I am sorry, I was awake, but I
didn't want you to stop.  I thought you might stop if
you thought I was awake."
	I couldn't believe it.  He let me do that to him,
with him, ON HIM!  I had covered my friend with my
cum.  And he just let me.  I didn't know what to
think.  I wanted to disappear.  I wanted to wake from
a dream that I wanted to have because I had enough.
It seemed like the type of dream that was great, like
winning the lottery, but you knew you'd soon wake up
because it wasn't real, but you couldn't force
yourself to push through.  I wanted to find myself in
my own room.  Dave still had the silly grin on his
face.  I must have looked like I was terrified, I
certainly felt tat way.  Why wouldn't he get up and
leave the room?  Why couldn't I?  Then we heard his
mom yelling from downstairs.  "Are you two going to
school this morning?  I told you to stay out of your
dad's beer.  You never listen to your mom do you?"
Dave yelled down, "We'll make it in time!"
	As Dave said this he stood up and off came the towel
from his privates and his cock sprung up to attention.
 It slapped his belly with a snap and fell into a
horizontal position.  He was right in front of me and
his cock was at about eye level.  He turned to me and
smiled again with that wicked smile.  He came back
down to the floor kneeling in front of me and slid his
hands up my thighs and into the bottom edges of my
boxers.  My cock pulsed in excitement.  I finally
realized Dave was serious about enjoying the previous
night.  I could relax now.  He slid his hands up each
leg hole of my boxers and felt around my balls for a
second.  His eyes met mine as his hands held my jewels
and cock.  He quickly slipped his hands out of my
boxers and went for the elastic band of my shorts.  He
edges them down as I lifted my seat to help him to
undress me.  He slid my boxers off as I lay beside
him.  Now fully exposed, I realized we might be a
little late for school after all.  Dave immediately
clenched his fist around my cock and began pumping it
wildly.  I felt like he was trying to start a fire by
rubbing my cock to fast.  I placed my hands in his and
slowed his pace.  His cock bobbed as he moved about.
With each stroke his cock bounced up and down.  I
began breathing very rapidly, much like he had the
night before.  I reached toward his cock with my right
hand, awkward as it was to hold him.  I slowly stroked
his cock to the beat of him on mine.  His sexy smile
never left his face.  He was building a sweat on his
chest from the action.  I was too.  He stopped jerking
and sprung toward me like he does when we wrestle.  I
lost hold of his cock and prepared to be squished into
the floor.  He landed on me chest-to-chest.  His cock
jabbed into mine.  His legs wrapped into mine.  His
lips nearly met mine.  Our sweaty chests melted
together.  I grabbed around his ass and pulled him
closer into me.  The pressure on my cock made me feel
like I was going to explode.  I could feel his
grinding hips into my cock.  His rod pushed under my
sack and reached toward my ass.  The sweat building in
my crotch only lubricated the pathway more.  We were
breathing in unison; we were heaving with each thrust.
 I rolled, and he rolled with me never releasing his
grips.  He didn't miss a beat.  His hips pushed toward
me as we lay facing each other on our sides.  His lips
reached out and met mine.  Finally, what I had dreamed
came true.  Our tongues met somewhere in the middle.
Swirling and poking.  Uch like the action our cocks
were taking.  Battling each other for position.  The
encounter was too great.  I poured my cream into him.
He answered my eruption with one of his own.  Our cum
mixed and geled as we continued to trust into each
other.  When I couldn't take the sensitivity against
my cock any longer, I puller back.  And he rolled to
his back.  Our cocks now soft from exhaustion.  We lay
staring toward the ceiling. Neither said a word.  I
knew what he was doing though.  I knew he was smiling
that sinister smile!

(I hope you enjoyed this story.  I will continue again
with more.)