Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2003 20:56:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alan Jerison <atcman90@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Best Friend

     This story is entirely a work of fiction
depicting gay male sex.  If you are offended by it, or
if reading it is illegal in your community, then
please do not go on.


My Best Friend                  By Alan Jerison

    I could not believe it was happening to me.  All
my adult life, I had dreamt of having the strong hands
of a beautiful and muscular man on my body.
    He held me tenderly, and yet with the strength of
a man who does not want to let go.   His lightly hairy
chest was my pillow.  As I laid my head against his
bulging pecks, I could hear his heartbeat.  Every
breath sent shivers through my body.  Every ripple of
his finely toned muscles was perfect as his hands
stroked my aching erection toward climax.  He knew
exactly how to touch me.  He knew exactly where to
stroke, where to caress, the right speed for the right
moment.  It was like my body was his, and he was
pleasing himself.
     I cried out, unable to hold back as he brought me
to a shuddering orgasm.  His touch continued to be
perfect as I sprayed stream after stream of hot, salty
cum over both of us.  I had never cum so much before.
My first ribbon of love juice shot so far that it
landed across my face, part of it landing in my mouth.
 The second shot lay across both our chests and abs,
as did the third, fourth, and fifth.  After that, I
mostly coated his sensual fingers with what was left
in my inner stores.
     He continued to stroke me.  He coated my swollen
penis head with some of the hot cum from his hand and
rubbed gently.  I felt like I would cum again.  He
slowly moved out from underneath me as I struggled to
remain conscious, not wanting the moment to end.  I
wanted him to stay put and let me feel his intense
body heat some more.  For him to lovingly cradle me in
his perfect arms.  To feel his stiff manhood pulsing
in my hands, against my back, in my mouth, deep inside
my rosebud.  By I knew what was next, and I could not
resist.  It was my favorite part.
    I leaned into the deep pillows of the bed as he
straddled me and began to rapidly stroke his own
member.  I started to salivate as I watched the
darkened head of his thick member swell more.  He
lengthened considerably as he quickly came to the
point of no return.  And I saw the end of his
beautiful meat open seductively as he began to shoot
his load on me.  The hole opened wide and seemed to be
calling my name.  I was hypnotized by delight as I saw
the first strong blast of semen leave his body and
travel to mine.  I opened my mouth wide to receive it,
longing for the sweet taste of his sperm.  As it
reached my tongue, I felt like we were connected more
intimately than ever.  This glistening ribbon that
connected us.  It was the strong ropy bond that began
deep inside his shaved scrotum, reached out through
his thick, meaty manhood, stretched across the short
gap between us and into my hot mouth, starting to drip
down my throat.
   I continued to watch this god in ecstasy, crying
out in painful delight as he shot stream after stream
of his love juice onto my face, onto my chest, onto my
abs.  Nothing excited me quite as much as the feeling
of the hot, sticky cum running down my sides, pooling
on my belly shimmering in my chest hair.  He was so
satisfied, I though he might lie on me and we would
sleep together all night, content in each other's arms
as the liquid of our love dried us together as one.
   He lied on top of me and gave me a deep, passionate
kiss.  The taste of his own cum seemed to energize
him, and he needed more.  He licked his sperm off my
face, my neck, my chest -- savoring every drop and
swallowing it reluctantly with delight.  I knew he
wanted to keep it in his mouth, gently stretching the
ropy texture between his tongue and teeth.  But this
was just the appetizer, and we both wanted the main
course.
   Finally, his tongue dipped into the rich well of my
belly button, where most of our cum pooled together in
a milky pond.  He lapped at it again and again, eager
to suck up every drop of our heated passion.  When he
had gotten it all, he moved slowly up to my mouth.  I
eagerly opened to him and felt the flood of delightful
man milk rush in.  But I did not swallow, either.  We
traded this salty load back and forth between us as
our hot tongues continued to delve into each other's
mouths.  We churned and churned the sperm between our
teeth and gums until I thought we might make a rich
and lathery butter with it.  It was everywhere -- in my
goatee, in his moustache, on our faces, down our
necks.  The remaining vestiges on our chests had
nearly dried, and as he moved on top of me I could
feel it pulling, drawing his closer to me still.
   At last, we both swallowed, but continued to kiss.
I wanted more of his love milk.  I couldn't get
enough.  But we were both spent, and we both came to
rest in each other's arms.  We drifted into a peaceful
sleep.  I dreamt of the things we would do when we
woke up.
   He was so beautiful, so perfect.  I could not
believe we had come together like this.  I had often
dreamt of such a perfect union between us.  He had
been my best friend for years, but until today we had
never explored each other like we did now.  Obviously
we had both wanted to, but we were both too afraid of
voicing our desires.  Now we would be able to enjoy
each other fully every time our wives were away.  Just
as we were doing now, while they were away for the
weekend.