Sharing ourselves, body, sex, and Jizz

I had know Dave for many years, we grew up together, he went on to college and I went into the service. We were close and did everything in high school together so when I got out of the service it was more then natural that I go to the same college he was attending. He was in the graduate program, I was starting me freshmen year when he suggested I move into the apartment with him, to help pay for the rent I jumped on the chance, why well I would figure the reason for that later.

It was a two bedroom so there would be more then enough room. To my surprise the entire place was furnished, even the large king size bed that filled the room I was to sleep in. How he go it up the stairs and into that room I would only figure out when we moved out some years later. In his room was one single bed, with a desk resembling a dorm room. Me, I had no room for anything other then a night stand. I remember asking him why the large bed. He told me it had belonged to another room mate who had moved out a year or so back and that he left it rather then fighting it out of the apartment. It was a splendid old bed, dark oak antique with this very large headboard. For a desk, I would use the kitchen table for my studies. Not as private and as quiet as Dave's, but it would do.

College life was a bit of a change for me, being used to the rigors and discipline of military life, the experience made school easy for me. I quickly learned getting up and going to classes was more then half the battle, the other part of that was developing the discipline to study.I had that in the bag. Having fun, that was limited to things I would do with Dave. We would go out, drink a little, try to get girls, come home frustrated a little tipsy and it was in the bed. That was a typical Saturday night, but we were faithful in that.

Living in proximity to one in the military is somewhat strange when you have never done it before. Being nude around each other in the military is second nature when it came to the showers and morning hygiene. No one ever questioned it. I admit, you would engage in a little dick watching, but it was subtle and you could pick up everyone doing it some time or another. No, one took it personal, it was more of a sizing up. There were other activities, and at the time it was seriously subtle for legal reasons. We were all in great shape, had to be it was our job, so you found yourself checking out other men, sizing up muscle tone and so forth.

You would admire other men's bodies and wish you had one like that. Of course they in turn would show off. I had a friend who would always seem to be getting out of the shower and putting on oil as I knocked on his door. He would answer the door, close it behind me and continue to put oil all about his body, totally nude. I got use to it, it never seemed strange it was what we did, saw each other naked and took it as just a naked guy getting ready to go out. Never could any of us entertain the idea of touching, although I would have liked to, our of curiosity -- you could get in serious trouble on all levels at the time. Funny thing, the showers in the morning would crowd up and sometimes you would rub up against another guy once in a while. I enjoyed the closeness, naked and with others. It never dawned on me why, it seemed normal.

Anyhow, a casual manner started to become routine around the new apartment. I would leave my room walked down the hall naked, heading to the shower. Usually Dave's door was shut and I never thought a thing of it. On occasion he would open his door and see me walk past or open it and close it excusing himself for doing so. I never saw him walking around naked. In the mornings we would catch each other coming and going in the hallway. He would finish his shower as I was going that way. Always he had a towel wrapped around his waist, me nothing.

I got the impression he did not like seeing me naked so I started wearing a towel around my waist. He seemed disappointed, telling me he sort of like seeing me naked as it reminded him of the days we were naked all the time showering together after gym and at the swimming pool. It was a signal that confused me somewhat, but that was Dave a conflicted person (back then).

Both of us, were slim muscular guys, nothing Hollywood or body building, just young guys who had naturally in shape bodies. Conversely, we were nerds, not bad looking or anything, but our priorities seemed to be on the nerd side. Neither one of us was willing to put up with the crap we saw guys put up with when it came to women. We had barley enough time, working, going to class and studying. Again, most of our non school associated activities included just us, may one or two of our friends, but primarily us.

After coming home, we would be tipsy and seriously horny, him talking about some girls he liked and me just frustrated. Sometimes, when I went to my room, I would slip into the bed, pulling off my cloths and engage in serious fantasies and subsequent masturbation. That was extent of my sex life. I am sure Dave did the same although I did not ask. I would see evidence in the shower sometimes, but never confronted him.

But one particular night we had returned home, sitting on the couch, he grabbed me in a wrestling hold and we began a drunk wrestling match throughout the apartment. It was similar to what we did when we were kids growing up together. It was fun and it was a release of sorts. It was intense, warm and and felt good to have him holding me, and me holding him tight. But, soon we went our separate ways toward our rooms. I thought that was the plan anyway.

No sooner then I got in the room Dave followed quickly behind me knocking me onto the bed. We wrestled in the kings size bed and the It hit me, his hard cock against my leg. I knew exactly what it was and in the knowing I got hard thinking of it. Soon he was on top of me and instinctively I started shoving up and he came back with a grind of sorts. He laughed telling me if I wanted to fuck he would fuck back! My god I thought, "here we are humping each other". But it felt good and I was not about to stop. Dave must have had other thoughts because he rolled off and lay beside me on the bed. We both knew at that instant that we had crossed the line.

Instead of feeling guilty about it all. I went for it, him right there. I pulled my tight 501's off and lay there in my black bikinis, Dave next to me. It was dark in the room, but just enough light to see what was going on. I paused, waiting for consternation, a rebuffing word or comment but it never came. I Lay there my cock swelling up in my pants and what for, Dave? Yeah, answering my own question.

It was quiet except for the heavy breathing coming from both of us. Then I heard the dull, muffled pop of a button fly pair of 501's. Dave's jeans were coming off. Then I heard the slide of his legs coming out of them and the thud as they hit the floor. I strained my eyes in the dark as I tried to see if what I had heard was in fact the truth. Yes, there it was, long white legs interrupted by dark underwear and the tell tale mound that large bound cock creates in a shadowy lit room. I got hard as wood pecker lips, to the point of pain.

I gave myself away, as my breath picked up. But his did also. I spoke saying "I just could not wear those anymore, what about you". Although Dave was always more into man sex (not knowing that fact until later), he was also more shy about it then I. His voiced cracked when he attempted to say "me too". I have an Idea I said, why don't you sleep over like when we were growing up?

We engaged in small talk, our cocks hard and me wanting to unleash it, hold it and take care of the dull ache coming from my balls - that feeling that something was building. It was building alright as I felt the tell all liquid the comes before the main event. For some dumb reason at this juncture I did not want to come off as "gay", thinking that if I started it, I would be more gayer then my friend.

I opted for going under the covers, there he could not see me, pulling my shorts off an exposing my diamond cutter - so hard, rarely this hard, that hard that has the bumps on the head, knot in the middle and veins appear ready to explode. I always wondered if you pricked one of those veins would you die as blood gushed out, exploding all over then room - never wanted to try it. Dave followed my lead and with that both of us were under the covers free to do what we wanted.

As I pulled my bikinis off, I felt the bed move as Dave did also, we were at parity, then off came his shirt. The idea of him next to me, naked was almost too much, as my cock throbbed flicking up and down with ever pulse. For some odd reason Dave spoke, saying that what ever we did this night was my fault. His reason was me teasing him, walking through the tight hall naked, passing within inches of him, letting me see him naked.

It was all he could do, he said not to try something. In a stroke of genius, not wanting to argue, I took full responsibility for what was about to happen, saying "you played into my hands". Yes, Dave you can not be responsible for anything that you do, or that I do, we are victims of each others lust.

I was no virgin mind you, but had never had anything to do with a man. The fact that my best and closest friend for almost 12 years was laying next to me naked was far more exhilarating then any women I had been with. It was far beyond that level of arousal. I made up my mind that I was not going to waste a jack for this, I had to share it with Dave. With that I slowly moved closer inching my way over to his side. I saw him in the dimly lit room, roll over on his side to face me. Afraid to touch myself I lay there, cock pointing in his direction. We both inched toward each other, until I could feel his warm breath on me.

We lay there in what seemed like hours contemplating what one would do. Then I felt it, the hot moist tip of his cock pressing my belly. Obviously I he had crept a lot closer then I thought. I pushed forward feeling the warmth of his hair covered balls on my dick and shaft. With that we pressed closer, his cock riding up my stomach and mine burrowing between his balls. I moved my hand, behind his ass cheek pressing it pulling it harder to me. We both began to rock back and forth. The room was warm, so I pulled the covers off and there he was, this gorgeous body, pressed against mine, wet flowing onto my stomach.

Both of us glistening with the slightest of sweat and the aroma of man sex. That aroma is like nothing else, it is unmistakable and only accompanies preeminent man-sex. I wanted to feel, backing off, I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling the tacky substance, not enough to be jizz, but it was pre-cum and there was a lot of it. I had never felt another mans before as I rubbed it between my thumb and fore finger. It was much like my own.

It was then I felt his warm hand fumble down my stomach to first the shaft, the tip and the balls. I almost exploded pushing his hand away. I was not ready to give all this up. I wanted to quell my curiosity. Dave was not having any of that. He twitched, pulled back and pushed himself down, his mouth surrounding my cock. I had to grab his face, ears and head to halt the movement. If not I would fill him full. I waited, I had never had that in mind, but it felt tremendous. It was all I could do to hold back, yet Dave mentioned he did taste the pre-cum. That night I had to have tagged everything with it. In the dim light I could see the shit glistening everywhere, especially at the head of my dick.

I have always thought that turnabout was fair play, so I pushed him away. He got the hint and came back to where we were. Both of us clutched cocks pressing to one another. I could not hold back much longer, but the feeling of having to cum subsided somewhat and I thought that a good thing. We spent the next half hour touching, running our hands over one another, yes I even went down on him, and it was definitely pre-cum. He pushed me away for the same reason. I enjoyed feeling the muscles, women just do not have them to this extend. I cupped his balls, he cupped mine and I soon figured out, we could do to the other what we wanted.

It was all over, when I heard Dave apologize, saying I am sorry and with that a shot like coming out of a hot fire hose hit me in the abdomen, two, three and four pulses each with an intensity that took me aback. I had not realized that cumming had such velocity. But, my amazement was short lived as, circumstances beyond by control I let loose. It was pumping out the hot man juice like never before deep from within my groin and not stopping, even when no more was coming out it still pumped. The fluid was warm and all over me, it had spatted first from my stomach to my chin and all other parts of me. I could only assume I equaled my partners production of the milky stuff.

We lay there, no way of getting the stuff off of us. The aroma of it was wonderful, a mix of us, sex, dick and balls and cum. It was warm. Both of us, still hard, began to rub it all over, using as lube, until we were shooting once more. In total it was three times, until nothing more would release itself.

We got up, towel ourselves off and went right to bed. Both of us sleeping next to one another and the aroma of us filling the room. For the next two years we continued to engage, with first us then others we met. Its been these many years since, but we both still find time to visit. Its always the best. We have come a lot further, and with each new adventure it gets better. Looking back to our child hood, we sort of knew it would come to this.