Best Friends Get Closer, part 4 (young friends, oral, masturbation)

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Robbie took the paper towels I offered him and wiped my sperm off his face and chest. I couldn't believe how much I'd shot--the state of denied arousal I had been in had clearly caused my balls to produce more cum than I ever had before. It looked like he had cum a lot too, based on the giant wet spot on the front of his boxers.

"Dude, how did you cum? Were you jacking while you were, you know....?"

"No, I didn't touch myself. When I sat down, my dick slipped back inside, and my head was rubbing against my underwear. I guess I was just so horny, that was all it took."

"Wow. You're a mess!" I laughed.

Robbie looked down at his groin, and gave me a grin. "Yeah, I guess I am. It's getting cold and sticky." He glanced at the clock on the microwave. "My parents should be gone for, like, another hour or so. Wanna take a shower with me?"

"Sure." I pulled my boxers back on, and he tossed the cummy paper towels into the trash under the kitchen sink. We walked upstairs to the bathroom, and I closed the door behind us.

I pulled my boxers back off as Robbie turned on the water, adjusting it to a comfortably hot temperature. I watched as he tugged his underwear off. This was the first time I'd seen his dick completely limp. The head of his mushroom cock was less purple than when he was hard, and his cock looked like the same size as mine--about 3 inches--when we were soft. I could see his drying cum in his sparse pubes. As I scoped him out, I felt my penis start to chub up a bit.

"Dude, you gonna stare at me all day or are you going to get in the shower?"

Robbie's question jolted me out of my reverie, and I look up at his smiling face. I gave him a sheepish grin.

"Sorry, it's just that I've never seen it soft."

"Well, it won't be that way for long--see?" He reached down and squeezed the base of his penis, and I could see it rising. He stepped into the hot spray, and I followed.

He had a shower/tub combo in this bathroom, so there was plenty of room for us. Because he got in first, I was closer to the shower, and closed my eyes as I put my face under the spray. As I relaxed, I felt Robbie step up behind me. His boner pressed against the small of my back as he reached around and grabbed his body wash. The brief contact caused my own cock to return to full hardness, and I turned around and watched as he lathered himself up.

Robbie soaped himself down, put paid particular attention to his groin. I noticed that he focused on the areas that sperm had gotten. Watching him soap his crotch was turning me on even more than I already was. I wasn't surprised to feel my boner give a throb, and I noticed that his hadn't gone down since we'd stepped into the shower.

It seemed like Robbie was "washing" himself a little more than necessary; in fact it was starting to seem more like stroking. He glanced up from his washing, and gave me a grin. "Wanna return the favor?"

I didn't have to ask what he meant. A short while ago, he had given me my first blowjob, and it was clear he was anxious to receive his. "Um, okay."

He switched places with me, and rinsed the bodywash off. While he was rinsing, my thoughts returned briefly to wondering if this made us fags. I decided I didn't care, really. I just knew what we were doing felt awesome, and turned me on more than I had ever known.

His cleaning complete, Robbie turned to face me. I knelt in front of him on the hard surface of the tub floor, and leaned in to take a close look at his dick. It smelled like Irish Spring, I realized, and I stuck my tongue out and took a tentative lick at his cockhead.

The moment my tongue swiped across the glans, I heard a sharp intake of breath from my best friend. I looked up at his face, and his mouth was open, eyes wide in anticipation. I moved my head forward, and took my friend into my mouth for the first time.

I was surprised at how I could feel the shaft throb as it slid across my tongue. I went down as far as I could, gagging a bit when the mushroom tip hit the back of my throat. I sucked in my cheeks, and slid my mouth back, running my tongue along the tube on the bottom of his boner. I stopped at the head, and swirled my tongue around the sensitive tip. Robbie let out a groan.

"Dude, that is so fucking awesome," he said. "I can't believe how good this feels."

Taking his words as evidence I was doing something right, I again slid my mouth down his shaft. I felt the tip of my nose press against his pubes as I tried to take him all the way in. I gagged again, slightly, and backed off. I reached my left hand up, and gently squeezed his balls, which had already tightened up despite the heat in the shower. My right hand was tightly gripping my own rigid shaft as I quickly stroked my own raging hard-on.

As my mouth again returned to the tip, I could taste something a little salty on my tongue. I realized it was his precum, which had begun to ooze. Liking the taste, I again swirled my tongue around the head, getting as much of it as I could onto my tongue. This drove Robbie wild, and I could feel his balls pull up even tighter to his body. He placed his hands in my wet hair, and held my head in place as he began to give sharp thrusts with his hips, driving his dick in and out of my sucking mouth at a furious pace. He was gasping like a fish out of water.

I knew he was close to cumming. I wanted to shoot with him, and I picked up the pace on my own meat. The familiar tingle had just begun in my balls when Robbie announced that he was about to cum.

"Ah! I'm about to squirt. You better pull off."

Having decided I liked the taste of his precum, I sucked him even harder, and didn't release my grip on his testes. He gave two more thrusts, and suddenly my mouth was full of a thicker, salty liquid. I could feel the shaft pulse on my tongue as his semen squirted against the back of my throat. I gagged a bit at the taste, and was surprised at the volume, considering he had just shot less than 30 minutes ago. It filled my mouth, and I swallowed as Robbie gave a few last weak thrusts into my mouth, prolonging his orgasm as much as he could.

Meanwhile, my own jizz began to flow out over my hand. I gave a muffled grunt around his cock as three watery spurts oozed from the tip of my throbbing penis and began to drip onto the tub floor between Robbie's feet. I felt Robbie's cock begin to soften between my lips, and I gave one last twirl of my tongue around the spongy head as he pulled back. I looked up into his face.

"Wow. Thanks."

I gave my best friend a grin. "Anytime."