Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2013 12:29:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Phillip Cook <cookphillip@att.net>
Subject: jacking my best friend 4

Visions of dicks, orgies, and hot gay sex were swirling around in my head
as I slept soundly. Last night had been great with Steve. I couldn't
believe we actually did the things we did, that he was willing to go that
far.  I knew he was dating Sheila again. It seems every once in a while
they'd take a break and see other people but Sheila believed she and Steve
will eventually end up together. Steve may feel the same way. Last night
could have just been an experiment some guys have in college, to try
something new and different. I just hoped we were going to be able to do it
again. Maybe at this circle jerk Greg told us about.

It was amazing when Greg joined us. He has already had some gay experiences
and was a very talented lover for both Steve and me. Though my heart will
always belong to Steve, even though he will never know it, I suspected I
might have more gay sex with some other guys this semester.

Suddenly I began dreaming about Steve sucking my cock. My cock felt wet and
warm in his hot mouth. It tingled with the good feelings I got when my cock
was sucked. Bringing back a flood of memories from the night before.

"Oh yeah, suck my cock," I said though I'm not sure if I actually said it
or if I dreamed I said it.

I slowly began to be conscience as my dream world faded away to reality and
still felt the warm moist mouth sucking my cock. I instinctively bucked my
hips up pushing my cock further inside the sucking mouth. The dark haired
guy was bobbing his head fast, slobbering all over my cock. I realized once
my eyes focused more that it wasn't Steve.

"Oh God, that feels good," I said.

The sucking guy lifted his head from my crotch with a shit-eating grin.

"Good morning sexy," Greg said.

"Morning. Where's Steve," I asked.

"He's taking a shower. I thought I would just help myself to the breakfast
buffet. You mind if I finish?"

"Go right ahead."

He licked my cock-head and trailed his tongue up and down my shaft.

"Very tasty," he said, then swallowed my cock whole once again.

He started squeezing my balls gently sending me into sexual overload.

"Oh God, I think I'm gonna cum," I panted.

"Do it. Cum for me," he lifted off of my cock to say while still jacking my
cock furiously. "Cum! Cum!" He chanted.

"Oh yeah! Keep jacking me. Make me cum! Yeah man!"

He licked my cock-head again and wrapped his lips around it while jacking
me. My balls tightened and I knew I was close. Very close.

"Oh God! Oh God!," I couldn't hold back any more with his relentless hand
jacking me and my cock-head between his soft lips. I let loose a gusher of
cum. "Cumminggggggggg!" I practically screamed.  "Oooooooo yeahhhhh
ugunnnnngnnngnnngnn. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeoooooooo. Hoooooooyeah!!!"
My cum splashed down his throat as he continued to jack me and kept my
cock-head in his mouth, gulping down every drop as cum pumped out of my
swollen cock. "Wow," I said after a minute when my orgasm had subsided.

"Now that's what I call nourishment," Greg said.

Just then the door opened and Steve came in, a towel wrapped around his
waist, his blond hair still wet from the shower. His bronzed body looked so
good, smooth and taut. He smelled of shampoo, soap, and cologne. When he
saw Greg holding my cock in his hand, he smiled.

"Did I miss something?" He asked.

"Just getting our friend up."

"I can see that. Too bad I missed it."

"Well, we can have a little fun right now if you like," Greg suggested."

"Can't. I'm meeting Sheila for lunch at one."

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Just a couple of minutes after twelve," Steve answered.

"Wow, can't believe I slept in so late."

"You were pretty dead to the world when I came in here. Except for your
dick. It came alive when I started sucking." Greg said.

"We did stay up pretty late last night," Steve said. "You were sleeping so
good, I didn't want to disturb you. But I guess Greg had no qualms."

"It was my pleasure, actually," Greg smiled.

Steve started to laugh and shook his head.

"Imagine that. Greg the jock a cock-hound."

"As I recall Steve, you had no problem with cock last night."

"I still don't."

"Sure you don't want to join us?" Greg wagged my dick at Steve and he
looked at it hungrily like he wanted to dive down on it.

"Wish I could. But I already blew off Sheila last night..."

"She's not the only one you blew off," Greg teased.

"And we are really trying to make it work this time. You understand Derek?"

He looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Sure," I said.

"You still up for the circle jerk tonight? Around eight?"

"Sure, as long as I spend time with Sheila, I'm sure I can make it."

"Good, then see you at eight. I'll leave you to get dressed, Romeo," Greg
said as he went out the door.

"You really understand Derek?"

"Yes, Steve. I know you need to see your girlfriend," I tried not to sound
too bitter, but not sure I was successful. "Besides, I already had one cum
this morning. I can wait until later at the circle jerk."

Steve removed his towel and his dick swung between his legs as he went to
his closet to search for something to wear. I stared at his ass. The
plumpness of it. The tightness. The curves. His crack. His smooth
body. God, I wanted him.

I couldn't resist and before I knew it I was at the closet behind him and
sticking a finger between his checks, finding his hole. He jerked at my
touch.

"What are you doing? I thought you understood Derek."

"Doesn't mean I can't jerk you off real quick before you leave."

"Don't have time," Steve said sternly.

I reached around and found his cock hardening.

"I think your cock is telling me you need to cum," I said.

"I really should..." My fingers began moving over his shaft as I gently
gripped his cock. "Oh God," he moaned.

"Now tell me," I said as I put my chin on his shoulder and nestled my cock
between his ass cheeks, "doesn't this seem more urgent to you than being on
time for a lunch date?"

"Yes. Yes. Jack my cock. Jack It!"

"I thought you would say that."

I started jacking faster.

"Oh Derek, jack me! Yeah!' Steve nearly shouted.

His cock began leaking pre-cum and used that to jack his cock with more
ease. Sliding my hand up and down his rigid pole. My own cock growing hard
once more against his ass.

"Oh God! Derek! I'm gonna cum all over the place." He looked down at his
shoe rack. "All over my shoes too. Oh God!"

"Don't worry about your shoes," I said. "I'll lick the cum off of them and
they'll be shiny as new."

"Try pointing my dick towards my dress shoes. I don't want to ruin my
suedes."

"Sure."

I rubbed my hard as steel cock against his ass fighting the urge to bury it
deep in his hole, knowing he's never been fucked and probably wouldn't
appreciate me taking the plunge now. I caressed my free hand over his chest
and finding one of his nipples, gently tugging it.

"Ooooooo God! Derek, what are you doing to me man?"

"Just jacking your cock."

"You makin' me feel so good. So fuckin' good."

I kissed his neck eliciting another moan from him.

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Point to those shoes over there. Easy clean
up...ooooooo God!!!"

I pointed his cock towards his black oxfords and he gushed out load after
load of hot sticky cum.

"Oh God! YES! Ooooooooooooooaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee makin' me cum hard!
Yes! Yes! Wow!"

His cum coated my jacking hand and some landed on his oxfords. As he was
catching his breath, I licked his cum off of my hand tasting his goodness
on my tongue. He nearly collapsed as I moved to retrieve his cum soaked
shoes, but made sure he was steady before I went for his shoes, he clutched
onto the the closet door as I picked the oxfords up and licked them clean
as he watched me with a glazed look. I wiped them with the only thing I
could find handy, which was a pair of my undies I discarded on the floor
the night before. And his shoes was as shiny as ever. I placed them back on
the shoe rack then hugged Steve and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Thanks man," he said. "I needed that."

"Have a good lunch and tell Sheila I said hi," I said, wishing I could
spend the day with him.

My hard cock was pressed against his now spent one. He looked down at it
and then back up to my face.

"Wish I could take care of that for you but I should get dressed and get
going."

"It's okay. I already came this morning." I said.

He thought about it for a moment. His blue eyes piercing through my own, as
if trying to decide something. Then, as if a light switch had been turned
on, his expression changed from one of indecision to determination.

"Fuck it," Steve said with hunger in his eyes. He shoved me backwards until
we were at my bed then pushed me onto it. My hard cock slapped me on my
stomach. He knelt in front of my bed and curled his fingers around my
throbbing dick and lifted it to his mouth while looking at me. "I wasn't
the one who made you cum." He then licked the head. Instead of just jacking
me off like I had done him, he opted for a blow-job and sunk my cock into
his warm and wonderful mouth.

"Oh yeah, Steve. You suck good."

"Glad you like it," he lifted up to say.

He deep throated me and I felt his nose buried in my dark pubes. He then
slid back up to the head. He licked it like an ice cream cone, savoring my
pre-cum.

"Your cock taste so good, man." He licked some more and then went down on
me again.

"Oh...wow," I sighed.

I couldn't believe it. I haven't been up more than twenty minutes and
already I'm getting my second blow-job of the day. By two different hot
guys. And I was especially enjoying this one as I was fully awake from the
beginning of it and my crush, Steve, was doing the sucking.

"Mmmmm," Steve was enjoying my dick.

He moved down to attend to my balls. Licking them. Sucking them. Jacking my
cock.

"I think I better hurry this up. I'm already late," Steve announced. He
jacked my cock faster and harder while clamping his mouth on my aching
balls. It was having the desired effect as I felt my juices boiling over
within me.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fuckin' cum Steve! Yeah! Keep Jacking me!
Gonna make me cum! Ooooooooooo yeahhhhhh
aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo Yeah!"


"Yeah! Cum for me Derek! Cum! Cum!"

His hand jacked and jacked and I exploded sending ropes of my hot cum up
and over his jacking hand.

"Oh Yeah!" I yelled as I sent another stream of cum upwards and arching
over landing on my stomach. "Oh God! Yeah! Yeah!"

Steve's hand slowed its jacking as the last shot oozed out of my cock. He
bent over and licked the drops of cum from the head and sucked my cock for
a few strokes and then pulled up and licked my stomach clean.

"Oh that was great Steve. I love you."

It took me a moment to register what I just said. The "L" word. He looked
stunned as he stared at me.

"Um...Steve..."

"I think I better go. I'm so late. Sheila will go mad if I'm much later,"
he said.

He got up and walked out the door.

A moment later he came back in all flustered.

"I think I better get dressed first."

He quickly dressed without speaking to me and then got out of there as fast
as he could. Clearly I had said something I shouldn't have because he
didn't feel the same way. He was just having some fun. He couldn't handle
what I said. What I confessed to him. That I loved him.

I buried my face in my pillow. I wanted to cry but didn't.

"Why did I have to say it?" I asked myself out loud. "Why did I have to
ruin it?"

After a while I went to his closet and inhaled his manly scent. I looked
for the shoes he came on earlier and realized, those were the shoes he
chose to wear. 'Did he forget in his rush to get out of here,' I
wondered. I was pretty sure I licked up all the cum but there could always
be one spot I missed in all the excitement.

'Maybe when he looked down at his shoes he will think of me and realize he
loved me too.'

'I'm delusional,' I thought to myself.

To Be Continued:

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