I was catching up with my old high school buddy Jeff.  We hadn't seen each other since two summers ago, when we had gone to a movie together - and ended up sucking each other off in the back of the theater.

Now seeing each other for the first time in a long time, we'd just started to watch a movie on the couch at his house, but we didn't get far into it.  Almost immediately, we took turns blowing each other.  Then, as he came back from the kitchen with beers, his dick swaying temptingly as he walked, I couldn't resist and we went at it again.  First, he fucked my face like it was a pussy (he said it was better than a pussy, because a pussy lips can't lick you like mouth lips can), then he used his slick cum to give me the best handjob I could have imagined.

And that's where my last story left off.

We finally let the film play, but we were sitting on the couch without our pants on.  Maybe halfway through, I found myself looking at his cock again.  Funny how these things can grow and shrink so much.  Right now his was shrunken down to a couple inches.  It was a cute little thing.

He caught me looking.  It got bigger.

"You want some more of this big boy, don't you?"

I nodded.

"I could eat another load myself," he added.

This time we lay on the floor on our sides, maneuvering so we each had the other's cock in our face.  I'd 69ed with women a few times and always found it one the most pleasurable sensations imaginable, even if they weren't necessarily as into it as I was.  I couldn't wait to try it with a guy.

I wrapped my lips once again around my friend's delicious dick, savoring the taste of the soft outside flesh and the sponginess of his head between my lips... while he squeezed his lips around mine in the same way.  I licked around his head. And he licked around mine.  Then I took his whole length in, feeling it against the back of my throat while his pubes tickled my nose and chin. And he took all of me in, engulfing my penis in his warmth and my whole body in pleasure.

We went on like this for a while, one of us doing something to the other guy's cock, met immediately with the same action on our own cock.  It was almost like blowing myself, the connectedness of what we were doing to each other.  Except we were doing it to each other.  Actually, more like through each other  The mutuality of it was amazing, and though I didn't admit it at the time I was awash not only in pleasure, but in warm feelings for Jeff.  I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I had fond memories of past fun together (not just the movie blowjob) and I really enjoyed the sense of warm reunion.

I could have been lost forever in that moment, but of course, the pressure was building as we licked and sucked and mouth-caressed each other's penises in almost perfect synchrony.  I finally started pumping my hips gently against his head, to which he responded by bobbing his mouth faster - and pumping his own hips - to which I responded by bobbing my mouth faster. Et cetera.

Finally, I started filling his mouth with whatever juice I had left.  I kept bobbing my head on his dick, knowing he couldn't be far behind.  Finally, he tensed up, his balls contracting in front of my eyes and adding their seed to the generous milky flow from his prostate, combining in delicious pulses into my greedy oral orifice.

We both lay there for a couple minutes, catching our breath, finally getting up without any more words except "fuck, that was awesome."  And without another word, we set our bare asses back on the couch and unpaused the movie.

That had been really intense, and maybe not just physically.  I definitely felt a stronger connection with Jeff after that.  It wasn't romance or love, or quite what I felt with any woman, but it was... a connection.  It made me want to spend more time with him, even hanging out and not just blowing each other. 

Fortunately, though we didn't talk about it in those terms, I got my wish that summer.  We spent time together pretty often, more or less every couple days.  Sometimes we'd watch a movie at his house, sometimes we'd go out to one, or we'd go bike riding, or go to my gym and play racquetball.  We were really enjoying our time together.  We'd been casual friends through high school, but now, with high school - and many of our other friends from that time - disappearing in the rearview mirror, we were becoming best friends.

And more, though we didn't exactly articulate it.

No matter what regular-guy best-friend stuff we did, we'd always end up with our dicks in each other's mouths, frequently at the same time in the 69 position.  Sometimes we even managed to achieve that magical goal of making each other cum at the same time.  There was nothing like us both bucking and writhing in unison as we pumped out - and sucked up - our white elixirs at the same time.

It was heavenly, and I had to admit (to myself) to deepening feelings for Jeff that more than just best-friendship.  I don't know what I enjoyed more: his company, or his cock.  Good thing they were a package deal. We always had a good time together, and I really liked him.   I didn't express that verbally, Jeff having dropped hints earlier on that we were just two buddies helping each other.  But while I had his dick in my mouth, I found myself sucking him less mechanistically and more gently, paying more and more attention to expressing my deepening affection for him through my ministrations.  It at least felt like he was doing the same to me.  Our 69 sessions did get more ... well, loving ... as the summer progressed.  

On our last day before heading back to our respective campuses, we were having an end-of-summer heatwave, so we rode our bikes to a beach a few miles away.  We hadn't seen each other for a couple days, as I'd gone out of town to see some cousins before heading back to school.  I'd been craving his hot pole in my mouth for a couple days, but there was no time for a quickie before heading out, because his mom was still home.

There was no one else in the changing room at the lake but us, so we eyed each other's meats while we put on our suits, knowing we couldn't dare do anything there, but would get to once we got home.  The water was nice and lukewarm, and as we swam a few laps I enjoyed the feeling of it all over my body.

I don't know what it is about swimming. Maybe maybe it's the clean smell as I pull off my suit, but it always makes me horny as hell afterward.   And that's just on a normal day.  Knowing this would be my last day with Jeff in a long time, my desire was up to eleven.

Back in the changing room we again found ourselves alone together.  This time I hardened up almost immediately, especially as I caught him looking.  Or he caught me looking.  Or both.  

"Too bad we have to go home first, huh?" Jeff asked, keeping his voice low so no one outside could hear. 

"Damn straight!" I said, checking for approaching shadows in the doorway as I stroked my fully erect member for about one second.

"Well, maybe not exactly straight," he countered with a grin. 

Even though I didn't feel the need to get too hung up on labels for whatever Jeff and I had going on, I pondered "not exactly straight" on the way back to his house.  It was the first time either of us had vocalized the thought in that way.  I mean, we never really talked about it, we just did it when we felt like it. 

Which made the comment interesting, because Jeff was the one who, at the beginning of the summer, had insisted we were just friends helping each other out, and that it was no big deal.  He was the one who always wanted to suck dick, but didn't want to talk about it or acknowledge how this might be changing our friendship.

I didn't know where a discussion might lead, but I did want to talk about it, since we were about to not see each other for several months.  I wanted to at least tell him how much I had enjoyed having a good friend I could call on for... well, all the things we'd called on each other for.  I couldn't know whether we could pick things up again next summer, especially since we would be graduating then, but I did want to let him know how awesome this summer had been.

I kept thinking about this as we pedaled - trying not to let the friction in my shorts make me hard, because of course that makes for awkward biking. 

It occurred to me now that in some ways we had almost been acting like a couple. Which was, indeed, not exactly straight.  I had to admit, at least to myself, that it was also fine with me.  I'd always known I was bi. Even if in my mind that had always been more about cock, and I'd only pictured myself in romantic relationships, our friendship was starting to resemble... well, a relationship. And now that was fine with me too.

As soon as we got back to his house, sweaty again, we jumped into the shower together.  As we reached the bathroom Jeff said, "I've been saving up for a couple days for this."

I certainly hadn't had the chance to jerk off either.  "Hey, so have I," I responded as we stripped our sweaty clothes off  

As we got in the shower I added, "I hope you have a big load for me,"  dropping to my knees and taking in his magnificent rod, savoring the faint manly scent that remained, the same scent I picked up from myself after swimming, the same scent that always makes me horny.  He filled my mouth with teaspoons of tasty semen within twenty seconds. It was quick, and it was big.  It probably would have gagged me if I hadn't already had the practice from swallowing dozens of his ejaculations. 

Returning the favor, Jeff took my clean cock in his mouth. The hot water running over both of us, I didn't last more than about twenty seconds either.  I had to admit a lot of thoughts ran through my head in those orgasmic seconds: how nice this summer had been, much I would miss Jeff over the next year. And how we still had a couple hours to pleasure each other.  I wanted to make our last time together a little extra-special.

Our urgency spent, we took turns soaping up and getting clean, playfully - almost lovingly - grabbing and stroking each other's semi-hard dicks from time to time as we did so.  

Soon I was feeling lusty again. And I realized I knew how I wanted to make this time memorable.  I had a powerful urge to find out what it felt like to have his cock somewhere it had not been before.  As I was washing my hair, I turned to face away from him for a moment and let his thing graze my buttocks.  Or my buttocks graze his thing.

I leaned back against his soapy unit, pushing it downward and between my (also still soapy) butt crack.  I liked the feeling of it in there, and I kept pushing against him, gyrating slightly, as he slipped deeper between my cheeks.  

Now I could feel him at my sensitive opening.  A million nerve endings demanded more stimulation. He reached in front and wrapped his hand around my cock while gently pushing his prick between my cheeks.  

I leaned forward, slowed down my pace and tried to relax, as I'd done before with the dildo I hoped I'd hidden from my parents. Suddenly I felt almost overcome as he slipped inside me.  There was a little discomfort as I got used to something so big, but not quite to the level of pain.  The overfull feeling quickly subsided into just an enormous amount of sensation.  And I thought my cock was sensitive!  As he bottomed out I felt the triple pleasure of his cock exploring the depths of my insides, stimulating my exquisitely sensitive opening, and his hand gently squeezing my cock - all at the same time.

"Oh, shit that feels awesome fucking you, Joe. I've always wanted to fuck you."  

How was it that he never wanted to talk about anything, but anytime we took things to a new level it was something he'd "always wanted" to do? What else did he want that he couldn't tell me?

He started cupping my balls and massaging the base of my cock, and I came all over the shower floor, seemingly torn apart with pleasure.  That seemed to shove him off the cliff of orgasm, and I was still in freefall from my own for a few seconds before he gently hit bottom, holding myself deep inside me, squirting his essence into me. We just held ourselves there for a couple minutes, breathing hard, my hands against the shower, him leaning on me, his penis shrinking inside me before finally popping out.

We got out of the shower and threw some pizzas in the oven, enjoying a couple of beers.  It seemed were still just hanging out comfortably, even though we had definitely reached a new level in our "relationship."

Then Jeff said, "I wanna try it."  I immediately knew what he meant.  We went into his bedroom, he grabbed some lube from the drawer of his nightstand, and he got on all fours.

I had to admit, that visual did something to me, even though normally I admired the female form more than the male.  His bare ass up in the air had the same effect as a nude woman lying on her back, legs open. I wanted to slip myself inside, and wrap my arms around her - his - body while I gently explored her - his - from the inside. 

Knowing he was clean from the shower, I decided to try something else new.  I spread his cheeks and started licking.  He moaned, so I surmised it felt good.

I lubed a finger and slipped it inside him, moving it slowly in and out, my knuckle passing back and forth through his sphincter. It got him moaning even more - and he wasn't much of a moaner when I sucked him, so he must really have enjoyed it.  After a couple minutes, I carefully slipped a second finger inside.  Still moaning.

Finally, I pulled out my fingers, lubed my cock and gently pressed the mushroom against his now-relaxed hole. I kept the pressure light, remaining simply pressed against him for a moment, but then with delicious slowness I started easing in.  I watched as the rim of my cockhead disappeared into his hole, pushed in slowly for another little bit, and then suddenly felt less resistance. 

I was in.  It felt amazing.  Not the same as making love to a woman, with her soft skin and breasts, big hard nipples and womanly smell.  But with the lube, my friend's hidden chamber was just a slippery as a pussy, not to mention just as warm.  It was also far tighter.  I had to admit, I was truly enjoying honoring my last day with Jeff in this way.  We'd both have something to remember over the year.

I started pumping in and out with long, smooth strokes, slow and easy, and noticed he was emitting long, deep moans with each stroke.  Jeff reached his hand down and lifted it up to my face with cum on it that had oozed out of his cock. This stuff wasn't pre-cum, though: it was white. Yet he clearly hadn't cum, and I hadn't even touched his dong.  We didn't know it at the time, but I'd found his prostate.  I eagerly licked this product off his hand.

I was more turned on than I'd ever been with Jeff - this wasn't just horniness, this was lust for someone I was increasingly caring about - and as I began to reach my summit I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly, my chest against his back.  I started kissing the back of his neck, sucking and gently biting me there as I held myself in to the hilt and my ejaculate filled him. Later, I realized I had left a hickey there.

I could tell from Jeff's continued state of arousal that he hadn't actually cum, despite the white stuff I had milked out of his prostate.  I told him to stay where he was, still on all fours, and crawled under him.  

I licked the remaining cum off his cock from his not-orgasm, then told him to fuck my face like he'd done at the beginning of the summer (and several times since).  He did, pistoning in and out, while I tried to use my tongue and lips to provide extra stlmulation than just a warm wet hole. Soon he did, giving me another taste of his man-milk and collapsing to the side.

It was on this high note that we left each other to start our respective Senior years.  For a few weeks after returning back to school, I didn't have much interest in dating or even sex. I guess I'd been sated for a while.  But eventually, I got back into the groove, and being in my fourth year I had lots of opportunities.  Over the course of the fall and winter I had some fun dates with women, even a couple of short-term relationships, and some great sex along the way.  One woman, Janelle, was as good a cocksucker as Jeff.  A compliment to her, though I didn't tell her that.

I also had a couple of semi-drunken encounters with other guys.  One even led to anal sex.  Which was pretty good, but it wasn't as satisfying as sex with Janelle ... or as good as anal sex with Jeff.

After spring break I found myself too focused on the home stretch towards graduation to think much about dating or screwing.  But as summer approached, my thoughts started drifting back to Jeff more often. Things definitely had changed between us on that last day.  I couldn't get those images and sensations out of my mind: achingly gazing at each other's erections in the changing room after a cleansing swim, the amazing sensations as he pressed into me for the first time in the shower, the incredible closeness I felt with him as I pumped my first load into his backside.

Jeff and I would be moving on to a new phase in our lives, looking for jobs, and I certainly didn't know what that meant.  But we had left our relationship (there, I used the word again) at a new level last August.  Although we had never agreed to anything, or even openly acknowledged that we were anything but friends helping each feel good, I desperately hoped we could somehow pick up where we had left off.

My hope was not to be fulfilled.  At least not right away.  Jeff had a girlfriend now.