A gay sex stories: Best Friends Become Lovers This is a totally true story of my youthful experiences with my friend, and lover, Wayne. Wayne was my first, and my last, male lover and even though I’ve had no same sex relationships with anyone but him I still consider myself to be bisexual. This is my first submission, and I expect to follow it with many others as I fondly remember, and chronicle, my relationship with Wayne.
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The year was 1975 and I was on a trip to Yosemite National Park trip with the performing groups from our local community college. The groups made an annual trip to the park for several days of performances in an outdoor amphitheater. As this was my freshman year, this was my first trip with the group and I was a bit anxious as I’d heard some rather wild stories about the experience of past members. While there we stayed in tent cabins at the Curry Village complex. Room assignments were by gender and instrument section. There were at least four of us assigned to each cabin. As there were two double beds in our assigned cabin we each had to share a bed with another guy.
My bunkmate for the trip was my friend Wayne who is a year older than I. I had known Wayne since we were pre-teens and, though our mutual interest in music, and the fact that he lived just a few blocks away, we had been best friends for many years. As he had introduced me to mutual masturbation many years before, Wayne was my regular jerk off buddy. We both also had girlfriends with whom we were sexually active. Our girls were also in the orchestra and both were along on this trip. The trip organizers knew there were many couples, boyfriends and girlfriends, who would be together on this trip but, in spite of the fact that we were all young adults, had made it clear that no sexual contact would be allowed. To ensure against this, there were numerous faculty members and parent volunteers along as chaperones.
Wayne, at 6’ 1” was a few inches taller than I. He was smooth, and slightly built, with lean but muscular shoulders and pectoral muscles from participation on the swim team. As the drummer in a light rock band, he wore his sandy blond hair in a layered look like so many rock stars of that era. It was amply feathered and, as I always felt it looked a bit effeminate, made Wayne’s boyish face look even younger. His looks were always very pleasing to my eye and I’ve never felt that way about another man, before or since. As for me, I was 5’ 11”, lean but muscular, with a barrel chest and tight legs and buns from many years of long distance running. I was, and still am, amply covered with reddish brown body hair. I guess you could say I’ve been a bear since adolescence. I also played in a rock band but, as my band played heavier “metal” music than Wayne’s, I wore my auburn hair straight and long. It reached to the small of my back and the girls would swoon when I’d toss it around as I played my drums. My face was framed with thick, full, “mutton chop” type auburn sideburns that extended to the bottom of my jaw.
Wayne had turned me out, and introduced me to male on male sex, in the form of mutual masturbation, when we were in our young teens and I always felt a bit giddy around him. Just being in his company would often give me a hard on and leave me with a little wet spot in my shorts as I anticipated what might happen. We often slept over at each other’s houses where we would mess around once the lights were out. He was always the aggressor, and it was he who always initiated sex play when we were together, but I’ve got to admit that I was always ready for it and anxiously anticipating his touch. Throughout our youth, and into college, our parents just thought we were great buddies, with a mutual interest in music, and never knew that there was so much more between us. Even though we’d been messing around together for many years, at this point in our relationship, we had not yet had oral or anal sex and our experience was still limited to jerking each other off. Over the years, however, our sexual experimentation had become bolder and bolder, and we were now to the point where we often shot our loads on each other
In one of our favorite sexual activities, Wayne would sit straddling my legs, while I lay on my back, and we would both start to jerk off. He would often slide forward, so our genitals were together, and he would grip both of our penises in one hand so he could stroke them simultaneously and rub them against each other. He would spit on them to make them both slippery. Once we were both sufficiently aroused our pre-cum would mix making them more slippery still. When one of us came he would grip the head of the ejaculating penis tightly so the cum would fill his palm with the warm slippery liquid and he’d continue to stroke rubbing the warm juice all over our dicks. This usually brought the other one off quickly and he would continue to rub our dicks gently together, mixing our ejaculate, till our dicks became flaccid. On other occasions, after starting out as before, he would move forward so he was sitting astride my chest while he continued to stroke himself. As he was so close to my face while doing this, I think he was always hopeful that I would make the move and start to suck him, but it never happened (at least not in that way). When he was in this position, I could smell the musky scent of his genitals, and though it intoxicated me, and tempted me to move my face closer for a taste, I was always afraid to as I was, admittedly, and in spite of my obvious desires, a bit homophobic. As a result he would just continue to beat off till he came on my chest and neck, which usually pushed me over the edge and I would cum on my stomach with much of it often reaching his back and buns. At this point in our lives, I don’t think he wanted to ask me to suck him, nor did I want to offer, lest we perceive ourselves as having crossed some line to being “gay”.
On the first night of our trip, after riding for hours in a bus, and having a brief break for dinner, we set up the chairs, music stands, and instruments, and then did an evening performance. We then had to take everything down and put it in secure storage. When we were through we were all pretty tired. As a result we spent just a little time with our girlfriends, under the watchful eyes of chaperones, before everyone decided to retire to the cabins.
When we had first arrived, we were given our room assignments and took our stuff to our rooms. Once there, and seeing the sleeping arrangements, we had decided who would sleep where, and that Wayne and I would be sharing one of the beds with the other two guys, Jim and Stan, sharing the other. Wayne had given me his sly “knowing” look at that time but I was a bit skeptical that we’d be able to “mess around” because of the two other guys in the room. Now, as we prepared for bed, I was admittedly a bit turned on, in fact my dick was hard as a rock, but I didn’t feel Wayne would be bold enough to try anything in a cabin shared with two other young men. As we undressed for bed, I was making an effort to hide my excitement, but I’m sure Wayne noticed. After turning off the light, the cabin was very dark with just a hint of light filtering in through the thick canvas tent fabric. As we both climbed under the covers I was anxious, and horny, but resigned to the fact that we wouldn’t be able to do anything together. After some small talk with the other boys, I merely rolled over, my back to Wayne, and expected to go to sleep.
A short time later, as I was nearly asleep, and I think after he felt the other two guys were asleep, Wayne slid over to me in the “spoons” position, started rubbing his groin against my backside, and reached around to rub my penis through my underpants. I was so turned on that I let out a gasp and just melted at his touch.
I wanted this so badly, I was so comfortable in bed with him, and my head just swam in reverie. I rolled my head around to look at him and ask if we should really do this in a room with the other two guys. Instead, unexpectedly, before I could say a word, I found his tongue in my mouth. I think we were both surprised. We had never kissed before, as I think we both had previously felt that would be too “gay”, but the moment seemed to have gotten to us.
We continued to kiss deeply and passionately, our tongues dancing with each other, as he rubbed my penis and tugged at my underpants. I was extremely turned on as I’d been anticipating, hoping for, but not really expecting, something like this all day. When I slid my underpants off, I realized that he was naked as his hard penis, the tip already wet with precum, was rubbing against my buns. He started to reach around and stroke my penis but I waved his hand off, as I was so excited that I was about to cum and I wanted this to last. I rolled over to face him and we kissed, even more passionately, while I stroked his penis.
I then began to nibble down his neck and found myself sucking and biting his nipples while I continued to jerk his cock. He muttered “Wow,” and literally moaned my name, as this was a first for us as well. I rolled back over into the spoons position and guided his dick into my ass crack. We had never had anal sex before and I wanted him in me badly. Though I’d never been butt fucked before, my ass wasn’t virgin, as I had often messed around with my oldest sister’s dildos and a few improvised butt toys. I can’t remember exactly how, or when, I had discovered that I could receive pleasure through my anus but, somehow, it seemed like I had always considered it to be a sexual organ.
As we had no lube, he wet his cock with spit and attempted to push it past my sphincter. I was too tight, and too dry, and we couldn’t make it work succeeding in only getting his glans partly into my hole. Still, it felt glorious to me. As a result, Wayne contended himself by rubbing his penis up and down my ass crack, from my butt hole to my balls, occasionally poking his glans into my hole. All the while, he was reaching around and playing with my rigid cock. I would occasionally clinch my butt cheeks together, entrapping his dick. It felt warm and luscious to me and he would occasionally moan. We continued like this for a while, his dick sliding up and down in my ass crack occasionally pausing to push slightly into my hole, until, with a gasp, he started jetting hot semen into my crack. Wanting to feel it for all it worth, I pushed back against his cock as he came and he pushed forcefully against my butt hole. With just his glans buried in my anus, the intensity of his orgasm forced some of his slippery cum deeper into my rectum and, unexpectedly to both of us, his glans slipped past my sphincter and into my rectum. It hurt a little at first, as he is well hung, but then began to feel so good!!! As he continued to cum he moved in and out of my butt, working his dick and the slippery cum deeper into me with each thrust, till he was buried to the hilt.
I thought I would pass out as my total consciousness was focused on the intense pleasure I was feeling in my ass. Almost simultaneously, I came into his hand which he clinched tightly around the head of my dick catching most of the cum in his palm. We lay there, gasping, while he gently continued to rub my dick, which was now slippery with cum, and I gently undulated against his still hard cock buried in my ass. I turned my head to look at him, we both glanced at the other two sleeping boys, and we began to uncontrollably giggle, each trying to quiet the other. After he grew soft and slid out of me, we half heartedly cleaned up with our underwear, and fell asleep, naked, in each other’s arms.
The next morning our wake up call came in the guise of our music director, Mr. Hansen, who was banging on our cabin door. He and several orchestra players were making the rounds, waking the occupants of every tent, and telling everyone we had thirty minutes to bathe and get to breakfast. They wouldn’t leave until someone opened the door and acknowledged that we were up. I stumbled out of bed half asleep, forgetting that I was naked, and opened the door. Even after the previous night’s sexual release, I still had “morning wood” and my cock was involuntarily standing at attention. Mr. Hansen glanced at me for a second, his eyes momentarily focusing on my cock, and with an almost “knowing look” then, with a half smile, merely said that we needed to be in the dining hall in thirty minutes for breakfast. He then walked away.
What you need to know about Mr. Hansen, and his reaction to seeing me nude that morning, is that it was common knowledge that he was bisexual. We all knew that while he dated his buxom secretary, he also made regular trips to the San Francisco Bay area. On two consecutive years, when our band made trips to San Francisco for competitions, he even took some of us down to eat in the Castro district. It was apparent to all of us that he had intimate knowledge of certain areas of San Francisco that went far beyond that of your common tourist. We used to say his motto was “any port in a storm.” Though I didn’t participate (I was never asked…sigh), and have no first hand knowledge, it was widely rumored that he had messed around with several of his male students.
As I turned from the door and went back to my bed area in the room, I realized that the other two boys in the room were glancing at my friend and I and our nakedness. I think something in their heads was telling them,
“They had clothing on when they went to bed and they are now naked….I wonder??”
Wayne and I hurriedly put on some clothes, gathered our toiletries, and went to the showers. The showers were already full of other guys, and campers not affiliated with our group so, even though we wanted to, we couldn’t mess around. As I soaped up and scrubbed my ass, I looked at Wayne and we both grinned, kind of chuckling at the knowledge that my rectum was full of his cum. This caused my cock to twitch a little and I had to hurry through my shower as seeing Wayne wet and naked, remembering the events of the previous night, and feeling the warm glow I had in my anus, was making me get hard.
I quickly got dressed, returned my toiletries to our room, and went to the dining hall. Wayne followed a few minutes later, sat down next to me, and asked,
“Why did you leave in such a hurry?”
I discreetly whispered in his ear,
“Seeing you wet, and lathered up in the shower, was turning me on so much that I getting a hard on. I had to leave before someone else saw what was going on.”
He gave me as satisfied grin as if to say that it pleased him to have such an effect on me. He then reached under the table and momentarily groped my genitals, causing my already excited cock to become further engorged.
While we sat there, our girlfriends came in and sat next to us. We gave them just a little peck of a kiss and surreptitiously held hands with them under the table.
It had been made clear in the rules of the trip that “open signs of affection,” or any kind of sexual contact, would not be tolerated between boys and girls while we were at the park. There were numerous chaperones, both teachers and volunteer parents, to keep an eye on us. As it was pretty well common knowledge which of us were “couples” before the trip, they knew whom to watch. They especially made sure that boys and girls didn’t go into the cabins together. In the early 70’s, I guess it never occurred to them that there might be “same sex” relations going on between young adult teens as well. We ate our breakfast and were briefed on the day’s schedule while holding hands and playing footsy with our girlfriends under the table. If only they knew.
For the next several hours, before lunch and our afternoon performance, we were free to explore the park and see the sights. We rode the trams and took several hikes to some of the scenic and historical features of the park. Ever on the lookout for chaperones, we also looked for discreet places where we “made out” with our girlfriends. Let’s face it, we were young men, always horny, and “young, dumb, and full of cum” as they say. We took one hike into a meadow, with deep grass, where we laid down and engaged in some heavy petting. We never had the opportunity to fuck, only getting a bit of a feel and the “stinky finger”, as we were too paranoid about getting caught making it in public.
When we went into the stores and gift shops, and assuming Wayne and I would mess around again that night, I was constantly on the lookout for something we could use as lube. Remember, this was the 70’s and you couldn’t buy KY, AstroGlide, ID, or other personal lubricants at every corner store as you can now. As we were just inexperienced novices, we didn’t really know any better, and I was just looking for plain old Vaseline. Then, in one shop, I spotted a jar of Albolene. It immediately rang a bell as, for the last several months, I had been jerking off to pictures in a gay porn mag in which a jar of it was visible, on the nightstand or in the bed, in almost every picture. I had purchased this magazine a few days after my eighteenth birthday on my first trip to an adult bookstore. I knew this was what I wanted but didn’t know how to buy it without inciting questions from the girls. I took a mental note of where it was and decided I’d have to come back later if I had the chance.
We went back to the dining hall at the village, ate lunch, and got into our uniforms for the afternoon concert. For my roommate and I this meant donning our kilts and full regalia as we were in both the orchestra and the school’s bagpipe band. Yes, before you ask, we went “regimental” which means we wore nothing under our kilts. Having nothing on under our kilts just served to heighten the sexual tension between us and to keep us primed for later activities. I was so turned on that I had the proverbial, “Tilt in my kilt.” Setting up, tuning, putting on a concert with orchestra and pipe band, and breaking everything back down, took over three hours and took us into the early evening and dinner hour.
After changing, and eating dinner, the girls decided they wanted to go run around with some of their friends. This was fine with us as we had other plans. We took the tram into the commercial area with the other two guys from our room, “Jim and Stan”, tagging along with us. While I went to one store to buy the Albolene I’d seen earlier, Wayne and the other two hung around outside the grocery/liquor store to see if they could find someone to buy us some beer. Of course, though we were young adults, we weren’t yet of legal age to drink in California. When I came out, the Albolene hidden under a few other items in my bag, they had four six packs hidden under some “munchies” in a couple of grocery bags. Wayne told me that he’d given some pot to some older guys in exchange for them buying the beer for us. Now, the only trick was riding the public tram back to our village and to get the beer back to our cabin without getting caught by a chaperone. This turned out to be easier than we thought as when we got back there wasn’t a chaperone in sight.
We turned up the oil fired furnace to take the chill off the room, turned on the portable radio I had brought with me, and the four of us started in on the beer. Wayne and I wanted to smoke some pot but didn’t want to risk having someone smell it while passing our cabin. As a result, we wandered off into the woods taking a few beers and Jim with us. The fourth cabin mate, Stan, a notoriously serious cynic, said,
“I don’t want to smoke any of that shit,”
Always a bit of a drinker, he seemed content to stay behind nursing a few beers.
We smoked a couple of joints of some bad ass Sensimilla pot, aka “The Kind”, and when we stumbled back to the room I was feeling extremely mellow, so high that my head was spinning, and without the slightest hint of inhibitions. As the furnace was manually controlled, having no thermostat, the room had gotten quite hot while we were gone. Between the beer, which we were sucking back like water, the pot, and the heat in the room, I was feeling very horny, and didn’t care if it showed. I made some comment about the heat and stripped down to my t-shirt and underpants. Wayne followed suit and we both sat down, cross-legged, on our bed. The other two boys sat on their bed that was only a few feet away from ours. Jim, the one who had also smoked the pot with us had also stripped down to his underwear while his bunkmate Stan remained fully clothed.
We sat their, drinking beer, listening to the music, and talking about girls we knew and other “guy stuff”. I was horny as hell and was nonchalantly, and I thought discreetly, rubbing my penis through my underpants. I glanced over, saw that Wayne was doing the same, and observed that we each had a raging hard on. I also noticed that Jim was discreetly rubbing himself as well. Wayne, who was the oldest in the room, always a bit bold, and as I mentioned previously had turned me out while we were young teens, just blurted out,
“You guys want to jerk off?”
I immediately said,
“Sure,”
I was surprised when Jim quickly said,
“OK.”
Stan didn’t say a word.
I reached down into my suitcase and pulled out three porn magazines. Two of the magazines were of straight sex, between men and women, while the third was the gay magazine I mentioned previously where the Albolene was visible in almost every picture. I put the two straight magazines in the middle of the bed between Wayne and I and placed the other behind me halfway under my pillow. I also put the jar of Albolene on the small the dresser between the two beds. Wayne told Jim to come on over to our bed if he wanted to see the porn mags. Jim came over and sat on the foot of the bed, I was at the head with my back against the pillows, and Wayne sat in the middle. We opened the magazines, began looking at them and commenting on the models and the sex acts depicted. Wayne and I immediately began rubbing our cocks though our underwear and Jim shortly followed our lead. Stan, who had been guzzling the beer faster than the rest of us, was beginning to look really drunk and was reclined on the opposite bed with his back against the wall seemingly disinterested in what we were doing. .
My dick had grown so hard that it was just begging to be let out of my underwear. I slipped them off and slowly, rhythmically, stroked my penis, reveling in how good it felt, but taking my time to make it last. Wayne took his pants off also and was doing the same. Jim was still a bit bashful, stroking his member through his underwear, but I noticed that he’d stopped looking at the girlie mags and was intently watching Wayne and I as we stroked our dicks.
Wayne looked at me and smiled and then moved a bit closer and started gently rubbing the inside of my thigh. At his touch, it seemed like a pint of blood flowed into my cock and it grew smooth, taught, and purple. I briefly closed my eyes and had to take a few deep breaths to compose myself. This was always how it started between us. Wayne knew the effect he was having on me…he always knew…as it seemed that being around him always turned me into a horny slut. He moved closer still, laid his left leg over the top of my right leg, reached out and started stroking my penis with his left hand. His hand was so familiar to me and it felt so good. I reached over and started stroking him with my right hand. This arrangement always worked great for us as he is left-handed and I’m right handed. This routine had become so familiar to us that it just felt like the most natural thing in the world. I loved the feel of his warm dick in my hand, pulsing and throbbing, the closeness of having our legs entwined, and the feel of his hand moving up and down on my dick. He had this way of stroking me backhand, with his thumb and index finger toward the base of my cock and pinky finger toward the glans, which just sent me through the roof.
By now, Jim was intently watching what we were doing, a look of disbelief on his face, and had his hand in his pants stroking himself. Stan was still sitting half reclined, and fully clothed, on the other bed but had unzipped his pants and was stroking his erect penis which was sticking out of his fly.
Wayne said to Jim,
“There’s no need to be modest. Why don’t you take off your underpants?”
Jim slipped his pants off but seemed a bit embarrassed by his nakedness. Wayne, in a gentle, but almost commanding tone, said,
“Come on over here. Let me see that.”
Jim slid closer to Wayne who reached out and started stoking Jim’s dick with his right hand. I could hear Jim’s breathing change and he muttered that no one else had ever touched his dick. Jim seemed to want to touch Wayne’s cock so I moved my hand aside and told him,
“Go ahead. Touch it. It feels really neat.”
Jim at first touched Wayne’s cock lightly, running his fingertips only up and down it’s length as if he was exploring it, wanting to see what someone else’s felt like, and then gripped it and started sliding his hand up and down. In a reassuring voice, Wayne told him,
“That feels really good. Do it just like that,”
Jim smiled broadly.
Since I now had both hands free, I took the opportunity to open the jar of Albolene. I also pulled the gay porn magazine out from under my pillow, set it on the bed where we all could see it, and started slowly flipping through the pages. It contained images of just two men, apparently a couple, who started out kissing and petting, then stroking each other, then sucking, and finally having anal sex. They used Albolene as a lube for jerking and for their anal sex and a jar of it was visible in most of the pictures. I could see Jim intently looking at the pictures, as if it was some sort of an instruction manual, and becoming noticeably more turned on. Stan, still by himself on the other bed, had now slipped his trousers off, and was flat on his back stroking his penis. By this time, he seemed almost too drunk to know what was going on
Things were getting hot and heavy and I feared that we might cast revealing shadows on the canvas walls of the tent cabin. I whispered my concerns to Wayne, disentangled myself from his leg, got up and turned the interior light off and turned on the outside porch light. This left enough light in the room, filtering in through the canvas tent fabric, for us to see each other, but not so much that we might cast shadows on the canvas walls. As the buzz from the pot was wearing off a little, I decided to risk that someone might smell it, rolled another joint, and lit it. I then went back to the bed and reclined as I had before with Wayne and Jim. We leisurely stroked each other’s dicks while taking turns smoking the joint. When we finished the joint I remember uttering,
“Wow. I’m high as a kite.”
I glanced over at Stan and it appeared that he had passed out on the other bed with his dick in his hand.
When the joint was gone, any inhibitions I had were gone also and I pulled Wayne to me and kissed him hard on the mouth. He kissed me back, grabbed my undershirt and pulled it off over my head. I then did the same to him bending over to nibble at his nipples after the shirt came off. Jim at first looked a little shocked but then, to our total surprise, he got on his hands and knees, took Wayne’s dick in his mouth, tentatively at first, but then started bobbing up and down. Apparently, he had gotten some “instruction” from the gay porn magazine. This totally surprised Wayne and I, as even though we’d been jerking off together for years, and had anal sex for the first time the previous night, we had still never done oral sex together. Wayne just leaned back, thrust his hips forward, and said,
“Go Jim.”
I knew this was Jim’s first time with other men and I realized that we must have kindled some flame that had been lying dormant in him for sometime.
While Jim enthusiastically, but somewhat awkwardly, sucked on Wayne’s dick, I stuck my fingers into the jar of Albolene, scooped out a generous gob of it, and started working it into my asshole with my fingers. It felt good, slippery and a little warm. It quickly liquefied and I kept adding more to the mix. I continued to work it in, first with one finger, and then with two, till it was deep in my ass and my fingers slid in and out almost effortlessly. Jim saw what I was doing, his jaw drooped, but then he came over and started sucking my dick while I continued to finger my ass. Wayne, knowing what I wanted, and had wanted for so long, stuck his fingers in the Albolene and began to stroke his penis with it spreading it all over in the process. Jim sat up, realized what was going to happen, and exclaimed,
“HOLY SHIT.”
At first, I wasn’t sure how I wanted to do it, but then turned over onto my hands and knees on the bed with my ass hanging over the edge. Wayne moved in behind me and, standing, put his dick in my crack and seemed to be fishing around unable to find the hole. Feeling like the slut I wanted to be, I reached around, grabbed his dick, and guided it to the spot. I think he was worried about hurting me and he, at first, just got the tip, and then his glans in. Wanting it all, I reached back to guide it again, and pushed myself back onto his dick. It ached a bit as he squeezed past my inner ring of sphincter muscles, but soon turned to sheer pleasure as he worked in and out getting deeper and deeper, and faster and faster, with every stroke. I let him fuck me like this for a few minutes, giving me a reach around, before I said I wanted to try another position. I wanted to get Jim involved in what we were doing but really wasn’t sure how to go about it. I needn’t have worried about it, as he seemed to be content to stroke himself, eyes as big as saucers, watching us.
As Wayne slid his substantial dick out of me, the sensation was almost as good as when it slid in. Every nerve ending in my asshole was alive and it seemed as though I could feel every fraction of inch of his dick as he slid it out. When the last of him had slid out, I expected that my hole would slam shut like a door, and I’d have go through the semi-trauma of initial penetration again but, much to my surprise, and delight, it just sat there relaxed, and gaping, with traces of Albolene dribbling out. I told Wayne,
“Lay on your back. I want to sit on your dick and fuck you.”
He obediently lay on his back and I realized, for the first time, that I now had a certain amount of power over him as I had something he really wanted, my warm asshole.
Wayne had always taken the initiative when we had messed around before and it was a revelation to me to realize that I now had a certain “power” over him. I suddenly understood the power women have to “pussy whip” a man as I could now whip Wayne with my newly discovered “man pussy.” I sat straddling his legs, scooped up more Albolene, and lovingly stroked his penis greasing it up further. I then moved forward, pointed his dick at my asshole, and lowered myself onto his pole. There was no pain, no hesitation, only sureness of purpose and total pleasure. It felt full, and warm, and deep. I began to slide up and down on his cock, sometimes sliding almost the whole length in and out, and sometime pausing so I had just the tip captured squeezing it tightly in my sphincter. Every nerve in my ass seemed to be aroused and the sensations were like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was in heaven, impaled on his cock but totally in control. Wayne was just squirming under me, muttering,
“Shit! Fuck! Damn, ”
While tossing his head from side to side.
While experimenting with positions, and not really doing anything intentionally, I leaned back, with my hands resting on Wayne’s knees and my hips thrust forward. I then began to vigorously bounce up and down on Wayne’s cock. This felt awesome and I could feel his dick pound my prostate with each down stroke. It also forced him in so deep that I could feel him deep in my guts. Unintentionally, this also opened up the space between Wayne’s belly and mine leaving my dick sticking straight into the air and fully exposed. Jim, unable to contain himself, took this as his opportunity to suck my dick. At one point, he tried to position himself in a 69 position with Wayne so he could suck my dick, and Wayne could suck his. We were too close to the head of the bed and couldn’t make this work so he just contented himself to suck my dick while he stroked his own.
We continued like this for a few more minutes, with me sliding up and down on Wayne’s dick, Jim sucking mine and stroking his, and Wayne just gasping for breath, till I felt the uncontrollable wave of an imminent orgasm coming over me. I told Jim I was about to come and he apparently was not prepared to swallow cum as he pulled his mouth off my dick and moved back a little. I grabbed my dick, gave it a few strokes, and began the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt. My muscles tensed up and it seemed like every nerve in body was having it’s own orgasm. It seemed like I came buckets, writhing, jerking, and convulsing uncontrollably, as my cum shot all over Wayne’s stomach, chest, and even into his face and hair. As I came, my asshole was pulsing open and closed in unison with my orgasm, squeezing, clinching, and releasing Wayne’s dick till he too came shooting volumes of his warm semen deep into my rectum. I was just overwhelmed with sensations and could not believe how good this all felt. Jim, finally overcome by the moment, began to cum also, adding his gooey liquid to the mess I had deposited on Wayne’s belly and chest.
The sudden release of tension, that been building for so long (literally for years between Wayne and I), left me so drained that I felt like I was about to pass out until I was startled back into consciousness by someone loudly exclaiming,
“Ahhh fuck.”
I looked over just in time to see Stan shooting his load all over his belly and chest. He just laid there, wide eyed, cum all over himself, with slurred drunken speech saying,
“I can’t believe you guys just did that.”
I chuckled, bent over with Wayne’s dick still buried in my ass, and leaned forward till I was laying on top of Wayne squishing the cum between us and rubbing it all over our bellies and chests. I kissed Wayne deeply, our tongues entwined in a passionate dance for what seemed like forever. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to clean up. I just wanted to lay there, with his hot dick, and steamy hot cum, in my ass as long as I could.
Jim seemed to get a bit aloof, perhaps embarrassed or ashamed, and quickly cleaned up and put his underclothes back on. Stan was just plain drunk and he made a half assed effort to clean himself up before falling back asleep.
We never had a chance to see if Jim wanted to mess around again as months before the trip his father’s employer had transferred him to another state and they moved the following week. Perhaps that is why he felt it was OK to mess around with us, as he thought he’d never see us again.
Wayne and I finally untangled our bodies, cleaned up as best we could, climbed under the covers together, and with a kiss once again went to sleep in each other’s arms. The next morning we arose, packed our gear, and boarded the bus for the trip home each of us sitting next to our girlfriends who were totally unaware.
In the course of the three days and two nights of this trip, Wayne and I had gone from being jerk off buddies, who had been jacking off ONLY together for over four years, to being, and what else can I call it, lovers, who kissed, stroked, caressed, and had anal sex. Our girlfriends, with whom we were sexually active, had no idea that we were changed, or what we’d done the night before, as we snuggled with them while riding the bus home.
Amazingly, though we’d been so sexually adventurous, and had been through so much in the way of sex together on this trip neither of us had, as of yet, sucked the other’s cock. That was to follow, later, in a camping trip taken by just the two of us. That story follows in my next chapter. Though I enjoy sharing my sexual experiences, and get turned on while writing them down, and at the thought of others reading them, I ultimately do it for me as fondly remembering who I was then, and the experiences I had, is bit of a catharsis to me. I hope they stirred some emotions, or perhaps some memories, in you as well. If they did, please let me know.