Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2000 00:50:45 EST From: Andy Murdoch Subject: Dale This is a love story more or less, between two best-friend University guys (and a girl thrown in for good measure). But don't worry people, it's chock full of sex too! As per usual, if the thought of guys getting their rocks off with other guys makes you want to bring up your lunch (although heterosexual sex does feature as well), then don't read beyond this point. Good luck with that thing in your hand, and once your done with it, drop me a line at and give me your thoughts/comments/praise/criticism/personal details/ICQ number, etc. TITLE: DALE "So you think you may be getting closer, hey?" I said, responding to my best friend's statement that he thought his first lay was coming any day now. "Yep, I think she wants to take the next step, she told me that she." I tune out. The thing was, I loved this guy. He was my best friend, always has been. We've been through a lot together. Not sure if I could have got through this past year without him, for certain reasons. We fixed it so we both got accepted into the same University, which meant we left home together, and moved into a dorm together. We're rarely apart. He loves me too. He tells me so - we have that sort of friendship. But he doesn't love me like I love him. "...yep, so I reckon tonight is the night. I'm nervous Andrew." "You should be," I joked, "that thing of yours will never satisfy her." He picked up the pillow on his bed and threw it at me - sitting across from him on my own bed. I'm glad he did. It came in handy to hide my growing bulge. "You'll be great bud, just relax," I told him. "Besides, you've had plenty of practice with that hand of yours." I have this annoying habit where I avoid any awkward moment by telling a joke. Dale can't stand it. He laughed anyway. He knows me well enough to know I mean well. With less than an hour before he leaves for his supposed "big night", he heads to the communal shower rooms down the hall to clean himself up. I lay back on the bed and think. I do a lot of thinking. About how I'm strangely jealous that Dale has found someone else to "play with," so to speak. About how he shares things with his girlfriend that he used to share with me. And about how tonight my best friend was going to get his rocks off for the first time ever (excluding his almost-nightly self-sex exploits). I've never been so horny and jealous at the same time. He swings open the door, and gives me my usual late-evening thrill. I'm pretty sure he's the only one in the whole dorm block that's brave enough (or stupid enough) not to bother putting some clothes on to walk back to our room - he walks the distance with just a towel and a smile. I've never tired of that picture of him standing in the doorway after returning from the shower, and I doubt I ever will. His mop of wet blond-ish hair hangs down the sides of his spotless face. His hair is always a mess, yet it's like there isn't a strand out of place. Beads of water run down his smooth, slightly tanned, almost-hairless chest, soaked up by the towel as they reach his waist. Everything on Dale was in proportion for his 18 year's of age. He has a slight build (this guy could eat anything without it effecting his physic), and the muscle tone on his legs, arms and chest was just perfect. A light dusting of hair on his arms and legs, beautiful blue eyes, and the greatest smile anyway could ever hope for. Just perfect, for me anyway. "Honey, I'm home!" he hollows. I can't help but laugh. Dale puts his back to me as the towel drops to the floor. It gives me the chance to look at his tight little ass before the silk boxer shorts slide up his legs and onto his waist. Before I know it, his jeans are on, his favourite shirt on, and he's standing over me fastening his belt. "Now Andy, when I." Yeah, I know," I cut in, "I'll disappear when you get back." "You're the best Andy." "Yeah, yeah.break a leg!" I say, as he grabs his car keys and bolts out the door. I give my cock a good squeeze through my shorts. This will be a long night. I must have fallen asleep. When I woke-up, I looked across to the alarm clock. 1:05am. It was time for my departure. I grabbed my pillow and some other stuff to take next door to Martin's dorm. I'd organised to crash there earlier in the day. As I was locking up, and heading next door, the lift sprung open at the end of the corridor to the noise of Dale giggling like a school kid, girlfriend in toe. As I walked up the hallway, Jennifer, his girlfriend, called me. "Hey Andrew dude, where you off too," she yelled. Clearly, Jennifer was a little tipsy. And Dale wasn't exactly finding it easy to fumble his way up the hallway in the relative darkness. "To bed," I replied. "Goodnight." "Bed? It's early man!" she comes back with, said far too loud for this hour of the morning. They managed to make their way up the hallway to our dorm room door. "Don't run away Andrew, come in for a chat!" I knew that was exactly what Dale DIDN'T want. Yet strangely, possibly from the excessive alcohol consumption, he remained silent. "Come on man, come hang out with me and D." I hated her calling him that. I've called him for that for years. She's only known him for a few months. Before I know it I'm inside, siting opposite her and Dale. After I point out where the bathroom is, she leaves Dale and I alone. Dale glares at me angrily. "I'm sorry man, what was I to do," I plead. "Not come in maybe." I had no response. In actual fact, I wasn't even sure why I was there. "It doesn't matter dude, nothing was happening anyway." He was incredibly disarming when he wanted to be. I just smiled at him. Jennifer was back before long. She sat back next to Dale and started rambling about something or other. She was drunk. I managed to find something I recognised in the jumble of words and phrases, and responded accordingly. I must have been talking for about thirty seconds before I heard him. A great, almighty sigh escaping Dale's lips. I glanced down to find Jen's hands on Dale's crotch, kneading his tackle through his jeans. I quickly forced my eyes back north. Dale had thrown his head back in delight. I was dumbfounded, and had no idea what I should do. D tossed his head back up again, and looked directly at me. His facial expressions said it all. A look of complete satisfaction. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. When Jennifer started fumbling with the buttons on his jeans while kissing his neck, I knew that was my queue to exit, stage anywhere. "Errr..I'll catch you guys later," I said, getting up. "Where are you going, don't leave," Jennifer piped in. By this stage she'd been successful with the buttons, and had worked down the zipper, exposing his silk boxer shorts. This was awkward. Not necessarily for me. To be honest, I wanted to retain my front row seat and watch all the action unfold. But I can't imagine how Dale felt. Here he was, about to have his first sexual experience, and his life-long best mate was coming along for the ride. "I really should be going," I said, remaining firm. "There's really no need," she said, "it's your room, you shouldn't have to leave. Besides, Dale doesn't mind if you hang around, do you Dale?" What a question. What a bitch for making him answer it. I really felt for him. It was like she had some sort of power over him. I guess if someone had a hand on my groin, and a tongue down my throat, then they'd have plenty of power over me too. "I guess not." "What!?" I said. "I guess you shouldn't have to leave Andy, it's your room too." I looked directly at him, I stared at him, deep into his dreamy blue eyes. She'd found his remote control, hanging between his legs, and she was pushing all the right buttons. Why, I wasn't sure of. But despite my brain telling me to get out of there as quick as I could, I didn't. She went back to his neck and his crotch. I went back to my bed. Before long his shirt was pushed up his chest and over his head, exposing his slightly tanned torso. His little pink nipples were like rocks, and didn't escape her attention. Before long, she was sucking on them like a baby. D held his head back, avoiding eye contact with me as best he could. I'll give her one thing, this girl knew what she wanted, and wasn't going to waste any time getting it. His jeans were swiftly removed as she pushed him backward onto the bed. This was getting mighty hot. She shuffled down the bed and into position between his legs. His cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, and she didn't waste any time setting it free. Once in position, she unbuttoned the fly of his boxers, and reached inside to retrieve the prize. I'd seen Dale's cock countless times. So many times in fact, that I had trained myself not to get excited each time I saw it. I had little choice - getting hard when you're surrounded by dozens of naked boys in a Uni shower room really wasn't an option. But never before had I seen my best friend's cock like this. It was beautiful. His dick had swelled to a great size. Since a drunken dick-measuring contest back in Primary School, I always knew his was slightly bigger than mine. Nothing had changed since then, in fact I was even more impressed seeing it hard. It was no monster, but my earlier crack about not satisfying her couldn't be further from the truth. His red-ish cock head was enormous to be honest, a giant mushroom knob on the end of a nice think shaft that had now swelled to the perfect seven inch size. Here I was, watching my best friend's knob disappear into his girlfriend's fist before remerging once again. She was pumping it like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to go over there and show her how to wank it properly. I thought better of it. Eventually she got his boxer shorts off his tight little bod, and prepared to give him his first blow job. I watch, mesmerised, as her lips parted and his dick disappeared down her throat. He let out a great contented sigh as she sucked his pole down to its root. With one hand kneading his hairy ball sac, the other caressing his sensitive inner thighs, and his dick buried deep within this cock-sucking prodigy, D could do nothing but groan. And groan he did. Louder and more intense than any of his self-induced hand-jobs (I listened intently for them each night). I thought to myself that I should be taking notes. The cockmanship of this girl was clearly something every dick-loving human being dreamed of. While I stared gobsmacked at this slut's head bobbing up and down on my best friends meat, Dale kept his eyes focussed on the Playboy poster he had plastered on the ceiling above his bed. It was either to provide extra arousal (not that he needed it), or to avoid eye contact with me. I thought for sure it was the latter. Eventually he did turn his head to the side, and caught my glaze. It was a look of complete satisfaction. D was in heaven, and at that point didn't really care who this girl let through the pearly gates to spectate. It was also a smug look. A "look Andy, I'm getting the blow of my life" look. Like I was supposed to be proud of him. I was, I guess. He looked stunning. Glowing. Just so contented. Sweat beads developed on his forehead and abs. His smooth chest expanded and collapsed as his breathing became heavier and more intense. What a picture he was. It was just a shame there was a chick hanging off the end of his dick. Unfortunately for me, it didn't last long. Fortunately for him, it was only going to get better. After a good few minutes feasting on his crotch, she leaned in and whispered, "I want you to fuck me." Mind you, the volume of what she said gave new meaning to the word `whispered.' His dick jolted up on hearing the words. She got up off the bed and started taking her clothes off, like a stripper pressed for time. When she was down to just the lacy underwear, she reached into her bra and pulled out what looked to be a rubber. "Slide this on hun," she said, throwing it at him. It landed on his chest. Dale was literally dumbfounded, struggling to come to terms with what was happening. He was docile as, like a Deer trapped in the headlights of car. He looked over at me again and I could see the excitement in his eyes. I just smiled at him. He was so sweet, and innocent, and vulnerable right now. And I loved it. He was cuter this way than I had ever imagined. With the bra and panties now off, Dale was alert enough to make room on the bed for her to lie down. This girl had nothing to be ashamed of. She looked good, and she knew it. I knew for a fact that her perky tits complete with round, pink nipples, and her cunt shaved enough to clearly show D's target, was making Dale crazy. I'm surprised he didn't blow a load into the air there and then. "Let me help you with that D," she said, grabbing hold of Dale's fumbling hands as they tried to roll on the condom. I think he was shaking. I bid goodbye to his veiny, slippery rod as she covered it with the red, ribbed condom. Not content to roll it on the old fashioned way, Jennifer knelt down and rolled the rubber down the length of his shaft using nothing but her teeth. What a pro! Dale knew his mission, and was more than willing to accept it. He climbed up onto her legs and positioned his rubber-clad dick at her opening. "You know what your doing up there?" she asked, rather sarcastically. As if he didn't - I knew for a fact his eye weren't exactly closed all of those times we watched porn together. Still, she wanted to make dead sure. With one hand firmly grasping her new red, ribbed fuckstick, she used the other to slide down her body and massage her moist, neatly-shaven pussy. "I want you to put THIS (giving his cock a squeeze) in HERE (sliding a slippery finger into her cunt)." He nodded eagerly like an obedient puppy dog. Grasping either side of her waist, he guided his cock head towards her love portal. As he thrust his knob through her pussy lips she let out a high-pitch squeal that, I hoped, only I and dogs could hear. D gritted his teeth and plunged deep within her, tunnelling further and further until his hairy balls were tickling her ass. "I love you Dale," she cried, as he withdrew his rod for a repeat performance. She didn't love him. I loved him! She only loved his dick (and who wouldn't!). Dale's facial expressions showed it was clearly the furthermost thing from his mind. "Why don't you come over here Andrew," she huffed. I looked at her strangely. "It looks like you could do with some help." She was right of course. I was drooling. And if this scene got any hotter, I was in serious danger of creaming my jocks. Despite the fact I knew it was wrong, the thought of plugging a hole my best friend had just finished doing was too strong for any moral objections. "I guess it couldn't hurt," I said, looking over at D for a response. I didn't get one. He just kept his eye glued to her cunt as he plunged in and out of her. It was workmanlike almost, like a machine piston, keeping a steady rhythm as he brought himself closer to the edge. He was hard at work, it just wouldn't be fair to interrupt him with a trivial question like, "do you mind if your girlfriend sucks my cock?" I started taking off my clothes. As I stood above her and dropped my jocks (which had provided the sponge for my pre- cum throughout this whole saga), it hit me - "what the fuck am I doing!!" She reached out and took my dick into her hand. Looking up at me, she guided my rod towards her hungry mouth. Clearly I didn't have the self-control that my fucking colleague at the other end of the bed had, because the minute her lips met the tip of my cock, I drove it all the way home! And this slut took it all. Somehow I got the feeling D and I weren't the only ones privileged enough to experience this mouth. This was wild. As I face fucked this girl like a crazy man, and her very talented tongue did amazing stuff with the end of my dick, I thought to myself, "I could get used to this." While Jennifer provided the physical stimulation, Dale provided the visual. There he was, a matter of inches away from me. This beautiful boy, doing such a beautiful thing. And here I was, inches away from him, going to town on HIS girlfriend. I've never felt so close to him in my life. I don't know if he really wanted to share her, but I'm sure glad I was. During one of her breathing breaks (unnecessary I thought, it isn't THAT thick!!) she called on Dale. "Come down here hun." With his cock still buried within her, Dale was dragged down to her level for a passionate kiss. It was pretty obvious I was a third wheel in all of this. Like I cared!! I knew at that very moment my best friend was tasting me! What an honour. I grabbed my slippery dick and started thrusting it in and out of my fist while waiting for use of her mouth. With Dale now back to work, I was able to get my dick back into its hiding hole. God she was great. She held my dick in optimum position, and swirled her tongue round the head. She got her tongue into my piss slit, into the sensitive area just under the rim of my knob, and gave that piece of triangular skin on the underside of my shaft an awesome work-over. As much as I wanted this to last forever, I knew it wouldn't be long now. "I'm going to.ahh.ohh.I'm going to." "That's it Dale, let me have it." She sat up. "Come up here D," she said. D did as he was told. With a slimy plop, he pulled his shaft from its warm confines, and walked around to the side of the bed. His arm brushed up against mine. We were side by side. Naked. Hot. Sweaty. With two of the hardest cocks your ever likely to see. She ripped off the condom, threw it to one side, and went to work on Dale's dick once more. Then it was my turn again, Jen pulling off his meat to feast on mine. Then back to him. Alternating many times. We stroked our saliva-laden dicks while waiting for our turn. I could feel his entire body tense up beside me. He was so close. As was I. With my dick already in her mouth, she opened wider to make room for his, stuffing as much cock into her mouth as she could. This was incredible. Our dicks were being sucked as one. I could feel his pulsing against mine. I could feel our ball sacs slapping together. I could feel the heat between our sweaty bodies as we pushed against each other to gain a better angle at her mouth. I wrapped my fingers around his, positioned behind her head. I felt his ass cheeks with my other hand. Then I felt his balls tense next to mine. "Ahhhhh!" Her mouth filled with cum. My dick was swimming in D's jism! I let go. "Ohhhhh fuck!" One wad. Two wads. Three wads. I lost count. What a load. I was sure she could take anything, but not even she could handle the volume of cum produced by two virgin horny teens. The cum kept coming from both of us. It eventually gushed out of her mouth and down her chin. She was loving this. "Ohhh you nasty boys. Come on boys, give it all to me. Your both so sexy!" D emptied what must have been the entire contents of his balls into her mouth and practically collapsed onto me. I kept him on his feet while I milked the last of my cum from my dick, and Jen went to work on her cunt to finish herself off. It didn't take long. Within a few strokes of her clit, she toppled over the edge, screaming profanities to celebrate. "You boys," she puffed, "were fucking awesome!" Dale was still down for the count, in a land far, far away. It was like he'd never climaxed before! Although I had to admit, this was a climax like no other. Never before had I shot a load as big, and the accompanying orgasm was something to savour. I helped D to my bed, and sat down beside him. "I should go," Jen said, pulling on her clothes again. "I'll see you boys later." We could barely muster a goodbye. With a few minutes she was out the door. I lay back on one side of the bed, allowing room for D to lay next to me. I watched his dick slowly deflate out of the corner of my eye before closing both and resting. We must have been laying there for an hour. The alarm clock lit up the room with a 2:47am reading. Neither of us had slept. Only closed our eye lids and thought. I hadn't spoken a word to him since he left for dinner earlier in the evening. I finally broke the silence. "What are you thinking D," I said. He didn't answer. The silence was deafening. Finally he responded. "I'm thinking that for the last hour I've been laying on top of a second-hand rubber!" It was the perfect response. We cracked up. "Come on bud," I said, slapping him on his bare stomach and bounding off the bed with what little energy I had left. I threw him a towel, picked up mine, and headed for the showers. The room was empty. Not a naked student in sight. I picked a shower head over in the far corner, and stepped beneath the cold water. I stood motionless under the water, letting it wash away the warmth, and sweat, and sex. When I became too weary to stay on my feet, I slid down the wall and sat on the shower floor. Dale spotted me when he walked in, and came over to the shower space next to mine. He turned it on before also sliding down the wall and sitting beside me. "I've never seen this place empty," he said. "Yeah," I responded. More silence. Turning my body to face him I said what I thought I needed to say. "I'm sorry man. It was soo wrong. I don't know what I was doing. It's just." He turned to face me also. "It's ok, forget it." "Really?" I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Sure, what were you going to do dude. I understand. It just happened." After a long pause, "I guess I'm kinda glad you were there." "Really?" "Sure, Andy." "I'm glad I was there too," I said, giving his knee a squeeze with my other hand. He smiled. I don't know if it was an accident or whether I had subconsciously planned it, but somehow my hand slipped off his knee and onto his pubic patch just above his cock. "Sorry man," I said, yanking my hand away as quickly as possible. I looked at the hand. There was quite a large wad of cum dripping off one of my fingers. "You'd better get yourself cleaned-up," I said with a smirk. He smiled. He got to his feet and started soaping up his upper body. I just watched from behind. He swirled the bar of soap over his stomach and pecks. Then he truly shocked me. "Can you do my back Andrew," he said, handing the soap over his shoulder. "Fuck no man, I'm not touching any part of you unless there is fabric covering it!" At least, that's what any normal male would have said. I, of course, didn't. "Err.sure," I said, hiding my enthusiasm as best I could. I took the bar of soap from his hand and placed it on his shoulders. In slow, big circles, I moved the soap across the breadth of his shoulders, up his neck, and down his back. Any further south was a definite no-go zone, but I thought, after tonight, I should be allowed access. Bypassing his ass, I cleaned up and down both his legs. Cleaning his inner thighs made him jump, but he remained silent. Back to his ass. I soaped up his ass cheeks, then pushed the soap between them and cleaned his crack as thoroughly as I thought was necessary, and a little more. I removed the soap, and replaced it with a soapy finger. I found his ass hole and ran my finger around its perimeter. He shuddered again. But still no words. No obvious signs of objection. I knew I should've probably quit while I was ahead, but I'd come too far to stop now. I reached between his legs and found his hairy nuts. As I gave them a gentle squeeze he opened his legs slightly to allow me easier access. I replaced my left hand with my soaped-up right. Reaching further up, I found his prick - relatively placid at this stage, but growing in statue by the second. As I wrapped my fingers around it, a small groan escaped his lips. As difficult as my position was - my body pushed against his legs to gain better access - I did manage to get a decent hold on his tool. Placing my thumb down the length of his shaft on the underside, and wrapping my fingers over the top, I slowly began to stroke and massage his giant muscle. My thumb pressed on his knob, pumping more blood into his dick, as my palm and fingers slid up and down it's length aided by the soap. The warmth was incredible. I could feel it hardening in my hand. I could feel it pulsing. It was magic. "Ahh Andy, I think my dick is clean now," he said, waking me from my dirty daydream. He was at full length. "Err.shit.right.sorry D," I stammered, pulling my hand back between his legs. My dick had hardened in sympathy, something I wasn't keen on sharing with Dale. I jumped up from the floor and went back to my shower space. I'd crossed the line. And since the first day I met D, that was something I promised myself I would never do. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I put my back to Dale and furiously began to think of people that would have a negative effect on my stiff prick. "It's ok Andrew," he said, reassuringly, moving up behind me. I turned to face him, after which he put his hands out and brought me into a bear hug. I wrapped my hands around his back and held his naked body against mine. I couldn't help but notice his soapy dick had not died any. It was wedged up against mine, sandwiched between our stomachs. I felt his hot breath on my shoulder. I could have held him forever. He pulled away, put I kept hold of his head. I reached up and tucked one of his golden locks behind his ear. He looked perfect. I gazed deep into the pits of his eyes. He leaned in. It was all the provocation I needed. I planted my lips on his. Fireworks. I'd done some pretty amazing things that night, but none compared for intimacy, emotion and pure pleasure than this. And through a potent mix of alcohol, adrenelin and testosterone surging through his body, I knew Dale was enjoying it too. I'd never felt closer to him than this moment. Physically, sure, we were as one almost. But emotionally, we were on a whole new level. This was not feminine in any way. We held each other firmly in our strong arms. Our manhood throbbed against each other. Our tongues fiercely wrestled for supremacy in our mouths. This was the most normal, natural, manly thing I'd ever done. It just felt so right. I left his mouth and journeyed to his neck, kissing and licking every step I took. I kissed down his neck and onto his chest, making scheduled stops at each of his hard, pink nipples. The more he groaned, the harder I nibbled and suckled on them. Further south. To his navel, rimming it with the tip of my tongue. I grabbed his rock-hard prick with my right hand, and cupped his testes in my left. "Do you really want this Dale," I asked, looking up at him. He nodded. My mind rushed back to earlier that evening. Jennifer was such a cock-sucking god, I didn't want to disappoint him. I wanted to give him the best feeling he's ever had. I wanted him to love it, and love me for doing it. I reached around his body, grabbed his ass, and pushed him towards me. I took in his head. My senses were in overdrive - the look, taste, touch and smell just perfect. I pushed him in deeper. I was determined to take him down my throat with the ease at which his girlfriend did earlier. I surprised myself by doing just that. I had him all, every inch of the seven. My nose rested in his pubes. The smell was intoxicating, a musty, sweaty, cummy, Dale smell. "Someone should bottle this," I thought to myself. After catching my breath, I began bobbing up and down on his rod. I tongued his knob as it descended each time. I cradled his balls with one hand, while massaging his ass cheeks with the other. I gave him everything I had, and more. I glanced upwards to see that same look of contentment, satisfaction, and pure joy. Except this time it was my lips around his most delicate organ. I was pleasuring him in this most sacred, intimate, erotic way. With his hips now moving in time with my head, I knew he was close to exploding. I reached between his ass cheeks and slipped a finger into his tight boy hole. I felt his ring clamp down on my digit, and his balls tense in my hand. Before I could come to terms with what was about to happen, he erupted. With the phrase, "Ohhh Andy" as a warning, my mouth filled with his hot molten lava. It flowed freely into my mouth, some down my throat, some down my chin. What a feast! It was warm and salty and sticky. Best of all, it was produced by the boy standing in front of me, and I was the one that brought it to the surface. He pumped his dick into me until it was fresh out of ammunition. I took it out of my mouth and kissed it passionately, all over. I got to my feet and did the same thing with his face. "I love you D." "I love you too Andrew." "We don't have to tell anyone about this, do we Andrew," he said, making sure it sounded more of a statement than a question. "Nope," I said. We were sitting on the floor of the shower once again. "It's not like it means anything, right?" "Hey!" I protested. "No Andy, you know what I mean, it means something, but it doesn't mean.." "Yeah D, I know." "We probably shouldn't have done it Andy." "Probably not." "I like girls, Andy." "Yep, I know D." "Of course, it doesn't mean we couldn't do it again, right?" I reached over and pushed his wet hair out of his face. I looked into his eyes and smiled. The next morning I was woken by my usual morning hard-on. Except this morning, my best friend Dale was on the end of it. He said he owed me. What a man! The following week I gave myself to him completely. He was so sweet and gentle. It was the highlight of my life. Dale still sees girls, and I still see Dale with girls. But it doesn't bother me as much any more. Because I know nothing can replace what D and I have. You couldn't ask for a better best friend than my bud Dale. You like??? I might write a sequel. Drop me a line at and give me your thoughts/comments/praise/criticism/personal details/ICQ number, etc. I need feedback!!!