He seemed to tremble slightly as I approached his naked body from behind. I guess it could have been nervousness, anticipation or a draft in the hotel room we shared. I had already fingered his ass with lubrication and had stopped to apply the shiny lube to my erection, which stood in front of me as I approached. We both were ready and I held my gleaming dick by its base.
Now I know it sounds like I'm describing a typical homosexual experience. But I'm not - at least not for us.
My name is Mike. The other naked guy is Doug. I guess what led to this physical moment had started our first year in college. That was two years earlier. But the mental aspect was much longer in the making.
We were next-door neighbors growing up. We were typical best friends who played together all the time. Our first step toward maturity was looking at some nudie magazines we found once. But that's about as wild as it got.
We dated the same girls in high school, compared notes and got to first and second base with them most of the time. Clearly, we were good-looking guys. We both played sports, lifted weights at times and certainly weren't slobs.
We got accepted to the same college and decided to room together. It seemed to be the best decision, after all, we were not only best friends – we could even finish each other's sentences. All and all things were working out great.
It was that first year that we both fell in love with a couple of girls then before the year ended we had both broken up with them about the same time. We tried to bounce back, but the college girls seemed to either be attached to a boyfriend already or were too engrossed in studying to bother. Sure, we had our chances with some sorority girls but they were clearly too air-headed.
It started as a fluke, I think. We had rented a fuck flick and were just plain horny one night. One of us kept hinting that we needed to jack off - something neither of us had done around the other. But for some reason our erections were too much and before I knew it we were jacking off in the same room together.
Now we were close. But we'd never done anything like that before. It just seemed too gay, I guess. But it opened things up for discussion.
Over the next year or so – things slowly progressed. First we just jacked off in the same room if the need arose. But once as we were stroking our dicks, Doug asked me if I wanted to touch his dick. So I did.
It was the first time I had felt another man's dick. You don't notice the weight of your own dick, but the first thing I noticed about his dick was the weight of it and how smooth it was. To be honest, I wanted to suck it that first time, but obviously I didn't. Doug knew what I was thinking and he was thinking it too.
"You want to suck it, don't you?" He had said.
"No man, of course not." I replied.
But we did talk about it after I stroked it a few times. We talked about it because when he reached over to stroke mine, I rested my hand on his ass to support myself. Doug not only stroked my dick, like I did his. He continued to stroke it as if enamored by the feel of it. His hand felt good.
As he stroked we both began to breath heavily. I squeezed his ass gently. He responded by stroking more purposefully. My hand then began to rub his ass. I rubbed it the same way I would a woman and he masturbated me as if it was his own dick.
Before we knew it, I was cumming. As soon as the last stream exploded from my dick, I looked over at my best friend and something unusual passed between us. I can't fully describe it, but the feeling was different than anything I had felt between us. It was in that moment of surrender and sharing something as personal as an orgasm.
He felt it too. As our eyes met, our faces slowly tilted toward each other. We kissed.
Now I can't say it was a real romantic kiss or anything. But it was the first time I had kissed a man. That moment of intimacy seemed to take our friendship to a different level.
Afterward, I jacked him off and we didn't really say too much at first. But like I said – we began to talk. And the talk was more open than we had ever been with each other.
We talked about secret desires and even flirted with thoughts of homosexual intercourse. We knew that if we ever were ever going to fulfill those secret desires, it would be fulfilled with each other, as we never would be able to get up the nerve to cross that line with anyone else.
So over the next months we mutually masturbated each other. Each time we got that same feeling that passed between us. That same moment of intimacy that seems taboo between men. But we stopped short and would just end our session with maybe a kiss.
It was as if we were fighting against the natural desire to give ourselves to one another fully. As if it would be unnatural. Afterall, we were two men and we were engaging in something quite taboo or unnatural, weren't we?
But we both wanted more and we knew it. It was just a matter of time who would take the next step first. Finally, after Doug had just jacked me off and I kissed him, I suddenly had this overwhelming urge to suck his dick.
I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth that night in our dorm room. His dick was smooth and warm. I sucked his erection into my mouth and he fucked my lips until he came. His sticky cum splashed onto the back of my throat and coated my lips.
The next time he sucked me off. Before we knew it, we were mutually masturbating or giving each other blowjobs each time we got horny. We talked about going further obviously. But it was more than that. It was that feeling we were after. That intimacy. Intimacy that we were fighting against as if two men kissing or sucking each others dick wasn't intimate enough.
Most of the time we were just two buddies. But there were times alone with each other that our eyes would meet and we'd see more than just a best friend. During a mutual masturbation session or a blow job there would be a brief moment that this feeling passed between us.
We'd both recognized it. We talked about it. It was more than just a desire to have an orgasm. It was something we couldn't put our finger on. It was a moment when we didn't have a care in the world and just seemed to want each other badly. But the feeling was brief and we'd finish jacking or sucking each other off. It was like we wanted to have sex – were horny and started the mechanics. Then we'd have this brief moment, in which we felt intimacy with each other, but it was fleeting and we'd resume our horny desires on a mechanical level again. The internal struggle seemed to never stop.
