This is a story I typed years ago when this was fresh in my memory, and he was a part of my life. Andrew and I were best friends in college. It took years for us to really discover each other and the real fun to begin.
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Andrew is around 6?0? tall, 180 and muscularly built for a runner and a good tight haircut. He?s handsome! I?m a few inches shorter and leaner, also handsome I?d like to think!
That spring, we were invited by the seniors of our program to join them for their senior trip, a cruise in the Caribbean islands. We both jumped at the invitation, a real adventure and a chance to escape the winter of our home town! What is not to like about a week long pleasure cruise through the tropical islands, Coronas all day long, hot humid days, and tons of college girls hanging out on the ship in bikinis? Andrew and I went tanning a few times beforehand so we wouldn?t get sunburned on the cruise, and started to run and swim more than ever to have the beach-body that those bikini-clad college coeds would expect of some hot young soldiers. The six of us all got ourselves ready for the spring break of a lifetime.
Unfortunately, our school celebrated spring break the week after every other college. We had the same spring break as every high school in the country. And so, instead of bikini-clad, college coed hotties, we had high school girls on spring break with Mom and Dad. The six of us, trimmed, buff, tanned, military boys, were left with twelve very blue balls for a week! We were the life of the party though. Our formal dinners requiring a suit and tie became our unofficial Bathrobe night; we jammed the ships radios with military jargon (a sailors nightmare!), and we drank until nearly sunrise every day, sleeping off our hangovers in the nice Caribbean sun until noon.
The last night, we decided to go out with a bang. We bought $500 of booze from the duty free shop on board and gave out shots to all those who passed! We created our own party on the bow deck, a few dozen fun vacationers drinking on our behalf. The melting pot that booze creates, creating conversations and powwows around a bottle distracted everybody; except Andrew.
I was in my suit-alternative Bathrobe with board shorts and a bottle of whatever alcohol happened to be next to my deck chair, walking over to the Lebanese couple I had befriended earlier when Andrew tugged on my arm, telling me to follow him. Me, being a bit tipsy already and figuring he had something fun for everybody to enjoy, I followed him back to the room we shared, wondering what it could be.
?What?s going on dude, what are we getting?? I asked, my bottle still in hand.
Andrew never answered. He closed the door behind me and kissed me. His body (bathrobe clad as well) pressed against mine, mine against the door. His mouth, aggressive, found mine and his tongue snaked out between my lips. I was shocked! I didn?t kiss back. As soon as Andrew felt my apprehension, he stopped, backing off and grinning a little sheepishly, unsure of what to do next.
?Wow?.shit? was all I could say. I had to take another drink from my bottle. I didn?t know Andrew would ever do something like this I thought. A million things ran through my head in an instant. He was left standing there, I?m sure feeling really sorry that he had taken such a bold, brave step. All my million thoughts rushed through my brain in that one second of bottle-to-lip contact. I can?t tell you what any of those million thoughts were besides two. The first was that we were two guys, hot and horny and been chasing nonexistent girls all week after six weeks of anticipated nightly fuck-fests. Second: his tongue, his mouth and the pressure of his body against mine had felt amazing?
I lowered the bottle back to my side, a smile creeping across my face. ?Yeah?? I asked.
Andrew seemed to focus on that, my smile finally registering for him. He smiled back, both of us knowing: ?Game on?.
He stepped back toward me, reuniting us in his first passionate kiss, his body pressed against mine, the soft fabric of our robes against our tanned hard flesh. His hands were on my face, cradling me in a loving way, the way a husband and wife kiss good night after a romantic dinner. My hand held the back of his head, the other holding onto that bottle, all but forgotten in the moment. Andrew hadn?t shaved and I could feel his stubble against my smooth cheeks, an entirely new, and amazingly taboo feeling for me; kissing a man, feeling his tongue on my lips, feeling his manly stubble against my cheeks! I opened my mouth this time, my tongue meeting his, feeling him exploring my mouth while I discovered his. My hand was running through his stubbly hair; not through really, but over the short regulation military haircut, his hands feeling mine.
I wasn?t thinking about much. I wasn?t thinking about guilt or sin or anything besides Andrews? body against my body and his mouth against my mouth. This was nirvana. We kissed like that for a while ?time really has no place in the bedroom. It could have been five seconds, it could have been five hours of standing there, but to us, it was the perfect sequence. My hand started to push down the collar of his loosely closed bathrobe, feeling his back and his shoulders, grabbing them and feeling the power of his muscles beneath the skin. He slid one arm around me, against my body underneath my own robe. We were still kissing when he undid both of our robes, leaving us with our board shorts, and allowing us for the first time, to feel each other?s members fully erect and straining against our shorts.
We awkwardly maneuvered ourselves, still embraced and kissing, both blind to where we were going, taking baby-steps towards the closest bed. I backed him up into it and his knees relaxed, flopping him back onto the mattress, me still in his arms landing on top of him. Our kissing was more passionate now, more desperate and heavy, our breathing audible from across the room. Our groping was more aggressive, cupping each other?s cocks through our shorts. This was the first cock I touched.
Andrews cock felt huge in his shorts and he was grunting into my mouth every time my palm brushed heavily over that intoxicating bulge. His hands were all over my back and my ass, his fingertips slipping below the elastic of my shorts. I finally worked up the courage to slide my hand underneath his shorts and grip him, feeling his cock, fully erect and hard in my hand. I broke off our kiss, (now our second kiss ever), and looked down at him. Andrew released me to pull his shorts over his slim hips, letting me see what I was grabbing onto. His cock was seven inches, looking about the same size as mine does in my hand. He was thick though, with a gentle curve upwards and a glistening smooth head, a purplish color on top of the fleshy pink of his shaft. His cock was warm in my hand, a result of the enormous amount of blood flowing through his member. He was shaven completely smooth and his cock was smooth as silk, but still firm and rigid to the touch. I was mesmerized by my first cock. I slowly started to stroke him, up and down being really gentle, I was almost in a trance.
Andrew groaned in response to my hand, rocking his hips back and forth against me, maximizing my jerking him off. I played my fingertips off his head, knowing that I was teasing him. He reached down and forcefully pulled my shorts off, releasing my own hard cock. Andrew was obviously experienced, and didn?t need introduction to a cock other than his own. He immediately took a firm hold of it and started stroking me, encouraging me to match his strokes with my own. His hand was rough and large, calloused by our profession. His hands were definitely the hands of a soldier, but they were gentle and soft against my cock, giving the sensation of immense tenderness but still the power to take what they wanted. We resumed our kiss, as passionate as before but with the gentle gasps and moans of pleasure from what we were doing to each other?s cocks.
I was entirely entranced by kissing Andrew. His tongue, the stubble on his face, the heat of his breath against mine, his short hair in my hand, it was intoxicating. I was becoming more and more aware of what I was doing to his cock though, and what he was doing to mine. His cock was now slick, my hand running smoothly and slippery with his pre-cum, now oozing from that purple head that crowned his member so impressively. I broke off our kiss, a new goal in mind.
I was going to suck my first cock.
Andrew had no objections, and lay back his hand on my shoulders and his other hand now holding his cock straight up while I stroked. Andrew was whimpering ?please?.please?. I didn?t need any encouragement at all. His dick, his member, his penis, his rod?his COCK was the focus of my entire world. I moved down so my body was along his legs, still stroking slowly. I watched how it oozed when I stroked, and how it glistened with his pre-cum. I bent him over towards me, smelling that musk mixed with the Caribbean air. I gently put the head of his cock against my lips, almost a kiss, but just keeping him there, feeling the spongy warmth, the salty taste of his cum.
Andrew moaned and slid his hand through my hair, his other now holding his cock in place against my lips.
I wasn?t sure what I was expecting it to taste like, but it wasn?t bad. In fact, it was a nice taste, a manly taste but very clean, like a kiss. I parted my lips to take his head in my mouth. Again, I kept it there, feeling his spongy flesh fill my mouth, careful with my teeth but tasting more of my friend Andrew.
Andrew was still whimpering, his ?please? was replaced with a soft satisfied ?yes?..?
His hand was still on my head, but it wasn?t forceful, pressing me onto his cock. Instead, it was there, feeling my hair, it was tender.
I had the head of my best friends cock in my mouth. The taste was actually really good, the flesh felt good in my mouth. There was no doubt and no hesitation as to what I wanted now. I slid my mouth farther down his cock, feeling the soft flesh of his head turn to rock hard meat of his shaft. His head was sliding deeper into my mouth, past my tongue. Andrew gasped, his body tensing as more of him slid into me, into my hot mouth. This response, knowing I was giving him pleasure, fueled me. More and more of his cock filled my mouth, forcing me to breathe heavily through my nose, my breath rushing against his hand holding him out to me. I slid as far down as I could on him, my nose nearly against his hand. His cock filled my mouth completely, then I had to back off, sliding my lips back up the shaft of his hard cock until just his head was in my lips.
Andrew was still moaning, his body tensed from me deep throating him. I recomposed myself, taking a deep breath through my nose before I went down on his cock again. I took him all the way in my mouth this time, his cock pushing against the back of my throat. I paused there, his cock buried in my mouth, feeling his gently push up into me, then backed off again to just his head in my lips, taking another breath. I started the rhythm: deepthroat; pause; release; breath; deepthroat, and repeat.
The intoxication of Andrews cock in my mouth, the pleasure I was giving him and the fucking amazing feeling of hard manly flesh, with the alcohol I had had earlier was too much for me. I turned into porno mode, starting to copy everything I had seen girls do online. I started to increase the speed of my bobbing up and down on his cock, my hands finding his hips to hold him steady while I went to town. All the drool and spit and saliva gathering in my mouth was starting to coat his big cock, getting him really wet and slick. I finally took my mouth off his cock and began to stroke him furiously, mimicking my online fantasy girls and how they pleasure their mans? cocks. Andrew started to moan and buck, his head thrashing around and his hips going crazy under the power of my hand on his cock.
?oh, fuck?oh fuck??
He kept groaning my name, coupled with ?suck my cock? and the gasps of pleasure, and it was music to my ears. My hands, my mouth, my body were having this effect on him, leading him towards ecstasy and orgasm.
I loved the look of him, drunk in pleasure and begging to get more of me. I could feel my spit splattering on my face from my fist pumping. I took a deep breath and slid my mouth down his entire cock again, gagging myself on his meat, coaxing more saliva out of me and onto him. My goal now was to get his cock as slobbery and as wet as possible, hanging off my lips to his cock, dripping down his hand and onto his balls.
I kept going, losing my breath on his cock and stroking him faster than ever, encouraged and possessed by his gasping and grunting, by now probably too loud for this small room. His hand, which before had been tender and gentle against the back of my head, now grabbed tightly at my hair. Andrew was now trying to hold on, telling me to keep doing exactly what I was doing. I was sliding my hand in front of my mouth now, thoroughly coating his big cock with my spit, my tongue collecting as much as it could to slide around his cock while it was in my mouth. He was bucking harder now, moaning more and tugging on my hair more urgently.
Then, a pulse. The base of his shaft pulsed the way an artery does, just a quick pulse. His cock pulsed once, then twice, then the engorged base just stayed puffed up. I felt this under my busy hand, and I knew what was happening. His hips clenched in a tight, strained position and his breathing halted, eyes clenched. Andrew was cumming.
I figured that if his cock tasted as good as it did, his cum would be phenomenal. The two quick pulses swelled his head and I backed off his cock so just his head was in between my lips. He came, a hot, salty sweet and milky white stream filled my mouth. I could feel it hit the roof of my mouth, one spurt, powerful, then another spurt, and a final third ooze of his hot white cum filled my mouth. I held him there, sliding my hand up and down his shaft milking every last bit of cum out of him that I could, feeling it in my mouth, warm and thick. My strokes eventually caused him to gasp, his cock now super sensitive. I loved the feeling of his cum in my mouth, his cock still in my lips. I was still breathing heavily through my nose, not willing to swallow or spit, I just held his cum, feeling it on my tongue and my lips. I looked up at him, I imagine doe-eyed and endearingly, and he was looking down at me, his arms behind his head now supporting him. A large satisfied lustful smile was plastered on his face. I smiled around his cock, careful to not let any cum dribble out.
In one motion, I took his head out of my mouth and slid up his body. He was slick with sweat and my own cock slid against his, now spent and sticky with spit. We met in a passionate kiss just like we had however many minutes ago we realized our lust for each other. Andrew made no attempt to avoid the mouthful of his cum that I had for him. I sucked his cock, he was my first man ever, and I was going to finish it the way I always fantasized about, and he was more than willing. He greedily sucked at my tongue, his cum spilling over into his open hungry mouth, our tongues sliding against each other and around in the mix of his saliva, my saliva and his ?now our, cum. His hands again found my hair and pulled me closer into him, our lips almost bruising each other. Our tongues danced with each other, both Andrew and I reveling in playing with his cum.
This had been my fantasy for a long time. To suck my first cock and feel his cum in my mouth, to taste all that he had to offer. I had sucked his big fleshy cock, felt his cum, and now cumswapped with my best friend, a real stud. All my fantasies were played out with this brawny friend, and I had serviced him to the end. My own pleasure though was just beginning. We were playing with his cum in our mouths and on our tongues, and my hips were sliding against his, rubbing my swollen cock against his, my pre-cum streaking against his spent tool. Andrew eventually flipped me on my back and snaked his way down my body, and with a mouthful of ?our? cum, he started to suck my cock, a mouthful of him making me slicker than my own pre-cum in a way I had never imagined?..
THE END
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