This is the first story I have ever written. It's pure fantasy. All of it. Having never been involved in anything sexual with another guy beyond the "you show me yours and I'll show mine" games we all played when we were young, the sex scenes in this story are especially made up. They were derived from my own fantasies of enjoying with another equally inexperienced member of the same sex. If you like this story or have any comments, please send them to curious_in_n_ga@yahoo.com.
I opened the door to see Matt standing in front of me with his red backpack slung over one shoulder and a big grin on his face. After inviting him in, we made our way up to my room where Matt dropped his stuff down on the bed. Matt had yet to utter a single word since arriving for our usual Friday night ritual of his spending the night out my house. He was just standing there in my with that huge grin of his spread across his face.
Without warning Matt tackled me to the floor. Laughing like little boys, we grappled with each other. We've loved wrestling with each other since we were five years old and he first moved into our neighborhood. It was never a planned thing; one of us would just pounce upon the other and we'd tussle until someone became tired enough to give up. Today, we both must have been pretty tired, for it wasn't long before we rolled apart on the floor, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" Matt asked, his words separated by deep breaths.
"I don't know," I said, "watch a couple of flicks?" I replied, just as winded.
"Sounds good, but do you know what would be even better?" I turned my head so I could seem him. "What's that?" I inquired.
"A shower."
"Works for me. You wanna go first?"
Without answering Matt brought himself to his feet, grabbed some clothes from his backpack, and made his way out to the hall for the bathroom.
Sometimes I don't know what to make of Matt. We have been friends since third grade and with the exception of a few spats here and there, we have been virtually inseparable ever since. He and I are just about as close as two friends can be; yet Matt rarely says more than a handful of words in a conversation. Like me, he's incredibly shy. Quite unlike me, Matt keeps most of his thoughts and feelings deep inside. From time to time he does open up to me, though. Usually this happens late at night when we're laying in bed during one of our spend the night rituals. But as I said, this is a rare occurrence. Mostly he just sits listening intently while I'm spilling my guts. With the lights out I can't see much but know he is lying there with that big grin of his wide across his face. Every once in a while he'll drop that smile to mutter an assenting "yeah."
To me his quiet demeanor fits well with the way he looks. Matt is a big guy. Standing a hair over six feet two inches and weighing over two hundred and thirty pounds, his body is swollen with muscle. He's not ripped like a body builder, but still undeniably in shape. Put simply, Matt is built like a linebacker; a fact that did not go unnoticed by the coaches at school. Matt has been a lineman for our high school's football team since we were both freshman. Now, in our senior year, he plays right tackle on the varsity team. I don't know why, but when I look at Matt's face the first thought that pops into my mind is that it looks like the face of a US Marine. It's a face that has an amazing ability to look rugged and innocent at the same time. With his blond hair, which he keeps shaved to almost stubble, and large blue-gray eyes, just about anyone would say that Matt is a good-looking guy.
One of the many surprises about my friend is that in spite of his good looks, he has never been on a date -- ever. You would think his quiet persona would attract women looking for a challenge, but the fact is that he can seem standoffish when he's around someone he doesn't know well. Quite frankly, the boy doesn't get out much at all. He's either in class at school, home studying, playing football, or hanging out with me. That's it. When he first joined the football team, he would constantly get invites from his teammates to go to a party or hang out with them, but never once did he take them up on it. Now they don't even bother asking. Even though he's been through almost four years of football with many of the same guys, he's never developed anything beyond a casual friendship with any of them.
One night while sleeping over at his house, Matt and I had one of those rare deep conversations where he actually opened up and participated. Like most 17 year-old boys, the topic of girls and dating came up. Reluctantly, we both admitted we were virgins, a fact that both of us knew, but still difficult to flat out admit to someone else. The conversation meandered from which girls we thought were attractive to how far each of us had gone with a girl .I had kissed one girl while my non-dating friend hadn't even gotten that far. This left me with the perfect opportunity to quiz Matt on why he hadn't ever asked a girl out and I seized upon it.
My good-natured buddy's response was a sad, "Just shy, I guess." I tried to reassure him by telling he was a good looking guy with a lot going for him, but Matt doesn't take compliments very well. Instead, he turned it around on me and brought up the fact that it was Jenny (the girl I kissed) who initiated the kiss one day when we were walking home from school and despite my friend's pleas to do so, I never called her and asked her out. She and I haven't spoken after that. I guess I hurt her feelings, which makes me feel like crap because she really is a sweet girl. Cute too.
I couldn't argue with Matt because he was dead right. We both knew I had a crush on Jenny - a fact that popped during another one of our late night talks, a typical one where I did most of the talking. I could still kick myself for not having the nerve to ask her out when I knew she was interested. It serves as a reminder of just how much Matt and I have in common.
"Shower's all yours." Matt said as he strolled into my room. He was wearing white socks, dark gray sweatpants, and a gray t-shirt with Marietta High School Football on the front in blue lettering. "You'd better have left me some hot water this time, asshole." I said, trying to make my voice sound stern as I squeezed by him. Typical Matt, his only response was that ever-present grin.
Once in the bathroom I cut the shower on to get it nice and warm before I started to undressed. Tossing my clothes in the hamper I stepped into the shower and immediately let out a loud scream. The bastard had used all of the hot water. I was too cold to be mad as I rushed to get cleaned up before icicles started forming on my body. I was shivering as I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried myself off, hoping that it would take the cold away. Once I was dry, I looked up at the mirror and got a good look at myself. Of course it wasn't fogged up at all. How could it have been when the water was so cold it was damn near ice?
Staring back at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but think that I'm not a bad looking guy. I didn't have the brick wall look of Matt, but at five feet ten inches and a hundred seventy pounds I had a fairly healthy build. My short, dark brown hair goes well with my brown eyes. Unlike Matt, who is totally smooth, I have a small patch of hair in the center of my chest, though it is thin enough that anyone would hardly notice it if they weren't up close.
Of course there was some girl out there who would want me. I'm cute. Why wouldn't there be? It was then that I noticed what all that cold water had done to my cock. Seeing the effects from that ice storm of a shower squelched my ego a bit. It was at that point when I realized I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with me, so I tied a towel around my waist and headed back to my room.
"Nice skirt!" Matt laughed when I walked in. The boy wasn't much on sarcasm so this was an indication he was in a good mood tonight.
Being the gentleman that I am, I responded with a curt, "Fuck you!"
Matt just grinned back at me, his eyes followed me as I walked across the room. What I wouldn't give to know what is going on in his head behind those smiles. Sighing, I turned around and grabbed some gray sweatpants (similar to the ones Matt had on) and a white t-shirt and headed back to the bathroom to change.
That had me thinking about something strange. In all of the years we had known each other, not once had Matt or I seen each other naked. On numerous occasions, when it was hot and one of us was spending the night at the other's house, we would strip down to our underwear when we went to bed, but that was it. Never any further.
The thought didn't come out of any desire; just that no one else was around the house but Matt and me so it wouldn't have been a big deal for me to have stayed and changed in my room. Or it shouldn't have anyway. When I thought back on it, it always seemed that Matt and I went out of our way to avoid being naked in front of each other, always going into the bathroom or kicking the other person out when we needed to change clothes. That thought bothered me because I was sure Matt got completely undressed in the locker room after football. He had to. I could always tell he was freshly showered on those times I met up with him after practice.
How could he feel comfortable doing that in front of a bunch of guys he barely even cares about, but not in front of me, his best friend? I didn't have the slightest clue why my mind hopped onto this train of thought. I was even less sure of why the whole issue with Matt and I never seeing each other naked bugged me so much.
The rest of the evening was pretty typical of our Fridays together. My mom had gone to her company's Christmas party straight from work and wouldn't be home until one or two in the morning. She had given me twenty dollars that morning so we could order some food. God bless my mother.
One might think that two 17 year-old boys left alone together on a Friday night would break into the liquor cabinet or find some other way to cause trouble. If we were like most 17 year olds, we probably would have. But neither Matt nor myself had ever had the desire to get drunk or go roll someone's yard. We were pretty good kids. Good grades, almost always honest with our parents, nice manners. They should have paid us we were so good.
Stuffed with pizza and all American wholesomeness, Matt and I settled down on the couch to watch a movie on HBO that was so bad I don't even want to remember the name. After that it was back to my room to play a couple of video games. Neither of us were feeling up to a lot of gaming, though. Matt put his controller down, let out a heavy sigh, and walked over and sat on my bed. I had known him long enough to know that sigh. He had something he wanted talk about. My big lug of a friend was going to open up tonight and I was thrilled about it. Usually, when it was just me doing the talking, I feel like our friendship is kind of one sided. But when he unloads his troubles on me, I finally get to feel like I am bringing something to the friendship instead of just taking -- something I have always been very good at.
Experience had taught me not to press Matt into talking when he isn't ready, so I leaned my head back against the bed and waited. After a couple of minutes, he comes out with it. "Jason," he said in a quiet voice, "What's it like to kiss a girl?"
Good ole Matt. He never beats around the bush. When he wants to say something he just comes right out and says it.
"Wow. I don't know how to answer that. I've only kissed Jenny and that was just once." I replied.
"Actually, she kissed you."
I looked up and saw the smirk on his face and reached up and grabbed a pillow off the bed and smacked him with it.
"Fuck you!" I said in mock anger. Matt's grin vanished from his face as a look of complete seriousness washed over.
"Sorry", he said.
"Dude, it's okay. I was just playing with you."
"I know. It's that I really want to know." He sat silently for a moment before continuing. "So will you tell me?"
"To be perfectly honest, buddy, I don't remember all that much. She just laid it on and I was pretty much in shock the whole time."
"Oh." My friend said in a sullen voice. I immediately felt a twinge of guilt. Here he had asked me a question and I couldn't give him an answer.
"Sorry I couldn't help you out big guy. Why'd you want to know anyway?" I asked. I had to admit to myself that it was a strange question to ask someone who had as little experience as I did.
"I just wanted to know what to expect when it finally happens."
Fair enough, I thought.
"Matt, I got a question for you." I said. Since Matt asked me a question, I figured it was only fair that I got to ask him one, so I hit him with the one that had been on my mind all night.
"Okay buddy, ask away." Matt responded. The big grin was back on his face again. His blue-gray eyes twinkled with his good nature.
"Do you ever get embarrassed showering with the guys after football?" There. My voice had faltered a bit as I said it and it came out even more awkward that would have thought.
"Uhhhh", my friend blushed. His big face was now almost solid red. I stared back at him and awaited his response. After a couple of false starts, it finally came.
"I don't exactly shower with them. Well, I mean I do, but I don't. I usually come off the field dead last and hang back and talk with the coaches until the showers have cleared out.
"I mean you know me better than anyone, Jace. I've always been kind of shy."
I knew his response was an honest one. I had been about to move in a closer to what was really on my mind when he started talking again.
"Of course," he said with a half laugh, "just because I'm shy doesn't mean that I have anything to be shy about." Not giving me a chance to speak, he went on, "Now it's my turn to ask you why did you want to know?"
Uh oh. He'd come out and asked me directly and I just could not bear to lie to my best friend, so I swallowed my pride and hoped I could phrase it better than the last utterance I spewed forth.
"Well. Okay. Ummm" I was doing great so far. "Don't take this the wrong way and read anything into it. It's just more of a curiosity thing. Okay. Bad choice. I mean that I was wondering about something and it was only because I was wondering why not because of anything else."
"What in the hell are you talking about?" Matt said. He was still grinning, but I heard a hint of confusion mixed with concern in his voice.
I took a deep breath and tried again. Maybe this time I could actually translate my gibberish to English.
"Matt, I was thinking about how I came back in here after my shower to grab my clothes and then headed back to the bathroom to change. It's something you and I have both done many times before and I know most guys, like the guys on the team, are comfortable getting undressed around each other.
"Look, it's isn't as if I even wanted to or anything. But, I was thinking that you felt comfortable enough to get undressed around them, but not me. And after all of the years we have been friends, I guess I sort of felt a little hurt about it. I don't know why. Really, it's kind of stupid."
There. I had finished stuttering my way through the whole thing. I wasn't sure if it made any sense to Matt, but at least I said it.
"No shit." He said. "You were jealous that I changed my clothes in front of other guys."
"No, no, no," I was backpedaled, "It wasn't that at all. It was just... I have no idea how to say it, but you know what I mean!"
"You were jealous." Matt said. He drew out the last word like he was a gloating six year old.
That did it. I was up off the floor and jumped on top of where he lay on the bed. Two friends just messing around wrestling, except that I have to admit I was really angry. But as our little session drew on, my anger slipped away and pretty soon I was laughing along with him.
The wrestling match was unusually long and intense, lasting over half an hour. By the time we were through we were on the floor, lying side by side on the bed, staring up at the ceiling -- a repeat of our afternoon bout. Both of us were panting like crazy, our clothes soaked with sweat.
"Oh man," Matt wheezed, "that was intense."
"You're not kidding. I can barely feel anything below my neck. You got a hell of a choke hold, you know?"
"I know. You know what else I know?"
"What?" I asked with a bit of anger coming back because I thought he was going to start his "You were jealous" routine again.
"I know I'm going to go take a shower. I'm sweating like a pig."
"Oh hell no you don't! You can take one after I do. Last time you left me with no hot water at all." I said and got up to head for the door.
Boom! I felt Matt's huge arms grab me around my waist as he tackled me from behind and sent us both back down to the floor.
"What the hell?" I yelled as I tried to wrestle my way out from under him.
"If you go first, you'll use all the hot water." Matt replied. I could not see his face, but I knew he was wearing that damn grin again. We wrestled halfway down the hallway, laughing the entire time, before we both just fell still. We were completely out of breath and out of energy.
"I win. I go first." Matt said. I could tell he was joking, though. He had to be. He and I were both to tired to go anywhere.
"Uh, no. I win." I replied, just as exhausted.
"So it's a draw." He said.
I don't know why, but at that point his statement had become the funniest thing either of us had ever heard in our lives and were both bursting out with laughter. We kept laughing so long that it was seriously hurting. Man, were we tired.
We laid there in silence for a few minutes until again, it was Matt who was the first to speak.
"Why don't we just shower together?" He said. His voice seemed to soften as each word left his mouth.
"What?" I was a wizard with words.
"As you said, it's no big deal and we've been best friends for years. Besides, this way no one is left without any hot water."
With that, he slowly got up, groaning as he did, and walked toward the bathroom. Without, I noted, a change of clothes in hand. Not knowing what I should do, I eased myself up off the floor and followed him.
When I reached the bathroom, Matt had already cut on the shower so it could warm it up. His back was tuned to me and he muttered a "here goes" before starting to undress. So I wouldn't be caught looking at him I turned around and did the same. It was ridiculous if you think about it because we were both about to step into a four foot by four foot glassed in shower with each other.
I turned around when I heard the door of the shower open, just in time to see Matt's naked back side step in. At this point I was incredibly nervous, not to mention shy about being naked in front of Matt, so I didn't really take any note of how his body looked. I squeezed my eyes shut for a split second, summoned all my courage, and followed him in.
I stepped in and found myself face to face with Matt. The grin was gone and he was making a conscience effort to look me in the eye. We both were staring straight ahead at each other, water splashing across us, afraid to look at the other's bodies because of the connotations it would have. Yet we were afraid to look at the walls or ceiling in fear of showing just how awkward we felt. We both failed miserably on the latter count, but for some reason his obvious nervousness began to put me at ease and I began laughing almost hysterically.
Matt just kept staring at me, a confused look on his face. I couldn't help myself, though, and continued with my maniacal laughing spree.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"Nothing." I said between stifled laughs. "It's just that we're both making a big deal out of trying to act like this isn't a big deal."
Matt got it. His shoulders dropped a bit as the tenseness seeped from his body and he began to grin again. Relaxed, I grabbed the soap and began lathering up my body. Neither of us bothered to grab a washcloth, but that didn't matter. After soaping up the front of my torso I handed him the soap and went to work washing the lather off my body. The surprising about all of this was that I still hadn't paid any attention to Matt's body. You'd think I'd check out his goods just for comparison sake, but the thought hadn't entered my mind.
The feeling was short lived though when Matt turned around and asked me if I could wash his back. I instantly became aware of his body. Of his naked body. I had still yet to glance below his waist, but could not fail to notice how broad his shoulders were. His back was strong and muscular and narrowed a bit as it continued downward. Matt's arms were absolutely huge. The boy just looked powerful. I felt a sense of pride and even a little envy toward my friend.
My mind was snapped out of its careful observations when I noticed his right hand sitting on his left shoulder with the soap in it. He was shaking it to get my attention. I stuttered an, "um, sure", and took the soap from him.
Up until this point I can honestly say that I have never felt any sort of sexual attraction toward my friend. I'm not even sure I did now. However, there was a sort of excitement as I brought the soap between his shoulder blades and went to work.
I brought the soap down to his lower back and could not help but notice the butt. Like the rest of him, it looked full with just a hint of fat. While I was sure it was normal for guys to be comfortable naked around one another, I was equally as sure it wasn't normal for them to go around soaping each other up. Still, there was something erotic about it and I could feel my cock beginning to fill out. I didn't have a hard on, but it hung larger than usual between my legs.
"Do you want me to do the back of your arms as well?" I asked.
"Yeah!" He said. There was a bit of excitement in his voice.
I brought the soap up and started lathering the back of his right arm. The enormity of it was astounding. It felt wonderful in my hands. I took some time to rinse the soap off before moving on to the left. After I was done with that, I muttered something about getting all of the soap off of his back and dropped the soap so I could wipe away the lather. I used both of my hand to explore his back as I guided the water around it, removing all traces of soap.
"Done!" I exclaimed when I was finished.
"Do you want me to do you?" Matt asked. The unintended alternate meaning of his words wasn't lost on me.
"Sure." I said and turned around.
I felt the top of Matt's head brush up against my lower back as he bent down to pick up the soap. Shortly thereafter I felt his large hands guiding it around my back. From time to time his groin pressed up against me. Only for a few fleeting seconds, but it was enough for the blood to start flowing again in my nether regions. It was wonderful.
Suddenly, Matt stopped his ministrations. For a moment I was worried that he had come to the realization that what we were doing was more than what best friends normally do. During our late night talks we had aired our thoughts on homosexuality on occasion. Both of us thought there was nothing wrong with it. After all, if all participants were consenting and it felt right, what was the big deal? But saying something and actually believing it were two different things and I began to wonder I if he was just paying lip service to the idea for the sake of political correctness (something else we had spoken about and agreed we both abhorred).
"I wasn't exactly honest on why I asked you that question," he said after what seemed an eternity.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Well, I... Shit. I'm talking like you now -- stumbling all over my words.
"I wanted to know what to expect, but for a different reason." Matt took a long pause.
"I wanted to know," he continued, "because when it happens I don't want to do it wrong."
"That's ridiculous!" I said and turned around so I could see his face. "I may not remember much, but I do remember that when you kiss someone, instinct takes over. You just go with the moment and everything will be okay."
"That's not what I heard."
"What did you hear?"
"You know Susan Mathers?"
"Sure." I said. She was a girl in our class, always nice to everyone and always went out of her way to say "hello" to Matt. The mention of her name brought a twinge of jealousy that had never been there before.
"Well when she and Tommy first started going out she told people he kept jamming his tongue down her throat when he kissed her."
"They started going out in seventh grade. Almost no one knows how to kiss when they're that young."
"And then there's Danny Michaelson." Matt put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around so he could finish washing my back.
"What about him?" I asked. Danny was the quarterback for the football team. I was trying hard to concentrate on the conversation and not the excitement I felt from Matt's hands roaming my back and arms.
"He's been with a ton of girls and you've heard all the rumors, right?"
"No I haven't." I was growing impatient now. If there was something good, I wanted to know it.
"Well, he's dated several cheerleaders. I've overheard them talking to some of my teammates a couple of times and they all say he's a horrible kisser. What if I'm like that?" There was real fear in Matt's voice. Another one of his personality quirks is that he doesn't like to do anything unless he can do it well. He was genuinely afraid that he would be a bad kisser.
"Jason, what if I'm not only bad at that, but at the rest as well?" Matt inquired.
Modesty and any semi-sexual excitement immediately left my thoughts as I turned around to face my friend. He was hurting and I had to reassure him.
Looking him straight in the eyes again I told him the absolute truth, "Matt, you're a wonderful guy. You're good-looking. You've got a great body. You're smart. There isn't anything about you that isn't wonderful. Any girl would be a fool not to want you and I just know that whoever you are with you please them in every way, because you are who you are. And if they don't appreciate that, fuck 'em! They don't deserve you."
"But, still, what if..." The puppy dog look in his eyes tore my heart out and impulse just took over. The next thing I know, I leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. There was no tongue, but he responded back almost immediately, softly moving his lips over mine. Suddenly, I stopped and grabbed him big head between my open palms and jerks it back. "See!" I was almost yelling at him now, still not realizing the magnitude of what I had done; just trying to help out my best friend. "You are good at it. Your instincts took over and you did just fine."
"I... But... You kissed me. It felt good, but how do I know that I was any good. It was all you."
"Fine, then you kiss me!" I was getting mad. Here's this wonderful guy who doesn't believe in himself when there is absolutely no reason he should have any doubt. And then he did it. He leaned in and kissed me. At first it was relatively tame, like I had kissed him, but then I felt his mouth open more. On instinct my tongue snaked out and touched his. It wasn't long before our tongues began moving in and out of each other's mouths. I had never taken particular notice of how full his lips were before, but I did when I realized how great they felt against my own. Our hands began to wander each other's bodies as we continued on.
At this point, I became aware of two things. One, the water was getting colder as the hot water ran out. And two, we had unconsciously pulled each other together in a close embrace. I could feel our soft cocks beginning to harden against one another. It was now more than just one friend comforting another.
I pulled back from him. Staring into his eyes again, I felt a mix of lust and caring for my friend of so many years.
"Do you want to keep going?" I asked. Even with the water running I heard nothing but silence as I waited for Matt's response.
"Yes." He said. He voice was soft and full of something I had never heard out of anyone before.
Not bothering to cut off the water, I guided him out of the shower. We left the bathroom and made our way down the hall to my room, my right hand pressed against the small of his back for fear that if I did not lead him it would all end right here, right now.
Once in my room, I shut the door and guided Matt to the bed and laid him down. I crawled up his body, pressing my face against his and began kissing him again. After I while I could not help but notice that both our cocks were hard as stone as we unconsciously grinded them into one another. Slowly, my lips left his mouth and I began kissing around his neck. Occasionally I would work my way up the side of his neck to his earlobe. Like Matt, I was in uncharted territory. Lust took over and I went with exactly what I felt. He must have liked it, because soft moans kept escaping his lips.
I kissed my way around his chest, savoring each nipple. This was greeted with a long, low moan each time, Matt's way of telling me I was still doing a good job. From time to time I would move over move my lips over his strong arms. He seemed to love it all, occasionally bringing a hand up to stroke the hair on the back of my head. I was taking it slow. I wanted to enjoy this. More importantly, I wanted Matt to enjoy this.
I made my way from his left arm, back to his neck and down his chest again until I paused for a moment to flick my tongue in his belly button. Ever so slowly, I kissed my way down to his groin. It was there that I had my first long look at his engorged cock. It wasn't overly long, but in keeping with his huge build, it was thick. The light in the room was still on and I took notice that his pubic hair was the same dirty blond color as the hair on his head. He had a light dusting of the same color hair on his legs and I kissed every one of them before making my way up to his inner thighs. He kept bucking his hips upward with each kiss. I knew what he wanted and I was determined to give it to him.
Gently, I kissed each one of his massive balls and licked up the shaft of his hard cock. Then I leaned back for a moment to take in the sight. Matt was stretched out on my bed, looking like a powerful god. The water from the shower was glistening over his muscular body. His beautiful face had a look of innocence to it and his eyes were closed. I noticed his breathing was shallow and how flushed with crimson his body was. He was in ecstasy. For the first time ever I saw how absolutely gorgeous my friend really is and it fueled my desire.
Matt opened his eyes. They had a pleading look to them and I know he wondered if I had changed my mind. I smiled at him, leaned my head back down, and then moved my lips onto the head of his manhood. Slowly, I swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock as I my mouth slid carefully up and down, going a bit further each time. My inexperience seemed not to matter to Matt; his moans getting louder each time I sucked him into my mouth. Each time his hips would raise a little to meet me. Eventually my lips met with the base of his pubic bone and I began suck his cock with vigor. It didn't take very long for the moans to build to a crescendo.
"Gonna cum." He said in a strained voice.
This made me only want to please him more and I picked up the pace. His entire body stiffened and Matt was shooting gush after gush of his sperm into my mouth. It was a truly wonderful experience. I tried to swallow it all, chasing what I had missed down his shaft and sucking it into my mouth.
When it was over, my friend lay still on the bed. I knew some of the droplets covering his body were beads of sweat, mixing with the remnants of the shower. Slowly I crawled my way back up the length of his body until I was once again looking at Matt's beautiful face - a face that was wearing the look of complete satisfaction. He raised his head up as much as he could and tried to give me a light kiss on the lips. I was a little hesitant to kiss him, afraid he would freak out when he tasted his come in my mouth.
Matt settled the issue when his arms circled around me, bringing my lips down to meet his. I let his tongue slide slowly into my mouth, giving him a taste of his own ecstasy.
We lay there and kissed for quite a while until I could feel his cock wake up against me. His hand touched my shoulder and he carefully pushed me off of him onto my back. His huge hand cupped the side of my face, a faint smile crossed his lips, and then Matt climbed gently on top of me.
"Matt, you don't have to." I quietly told him.
"Jason, I want to." He replied.
As I had done, Matt kissed his was down my chest, stopping to take extra care of each nipple before blazing a trail down to my crotch. He was as slow and gentle with me as I was with him. And then, with an unexpected suddenness, he engulfed my cock. His mouth moved up and down tenderly, as if he were savoring every action. Eventually he brought his hand around the base, moving it up and down in perfect rhythm with his mouth.
It didn't take long before I felt the pressure building in my balls and begin to make its way upward. In what seemed like no time at all I was cumming in my best friend's mouth. I gave no warning. I didn't have much of one myself. Matt drank it all in and thorough licked up and down the sides of my fading erection before kissing his way back up my body.
For the longest time we stared into each other's eyes. Matt was still on top of me and I kept my arms wrapped tightly around him. From time to time he would bend his head down to give a little kiss on the lips. His cock had gone back down and we were both exhausted.
Matt fell asleep with half of his body covering mine, his face nuzzled against my neck, his left arm across my chest. I smiled to myself and wondered what this would mean for us and our friendship. Those thoughts didn't linger long. I was too tired and drifted off to sleep, perfectly content.
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