Best Friends Become Lovers

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.