25 comments/ 127424 views/ 97 favorites My Best Friend The Football Star By: fantasyhunter2 (This story depicts romance and multiple sexual encounters between two young male adults. If either of those things bother you please chose another story.) Ben Stevens had been my best friend since the first day of kindergarten. Though over the years our interests had diverged widely, we remained as close as any two people could be. He was a gifted athlete that excelled in multiple sports. I on the other hand while not a nerd was far more studious then he was and talented in music and art. I left sports behind our first year of junior high. He became a three sport letterman in high school and was the captain and quarterback of the football team. Still we seemed to manage to share everything in our lives. Even when we started dating we often doubled. At times girls complained that he and I paid more attention to each other then we did to them. By the start of senior year we had both turned 18. We had birthdays that were just after the cut off to start school. So in every grade we were the oldest kids in the class it seemed. I didn't think much of it and Ben liked that he was always almost a year more developed then the competition on the sport's field. It also helped both of us in getting dates. A few extra months of maturity seemed to impress the girls back then. As close as we were even as adulthood was blooming there was one thing I hadn't been able to share with Ben; my desire to suck his cock. I can't even say when I first felt that desire. All I knew was I didn't want to risk losing my best friend by telling the biggest jock in school that I was having gay thoughts about him. I knew that the school's star athlete wasn't going to hang with a queer. Then again I didn't really know what the desires meant anyway. I didn't think that I was gay. I liked girls and I liked the sex I was having. Thanks to Ben I never seemed to lack for a partner. Being the buddy of a popular athlete had its benefits. He could only fuck one at a time and some would date me to be near him. So I figured I couldn't be gay since I was enjoying sex with girls. I didn't really know much about bisexualty back then. Mostly I dismissed my thoughts about sucking dick as curiosity about things that was just part of maturing. But as senior year loomed those desires got stronger instead of going away as I had thought that they would. They also became more or less completely focused on one cock in particular; my best friend's. Still I didn't dare mention those thoughts to Ben. But I did do something that year based on those desires. I talked the football coach into letting me be one of the managers of the team. That way I had an excuse to be in the locker room with the team. What great pay for spending my afternoons at practices keeping stats and squirting water into the mouths of the biggest studs in school. If you have never been in a team locker room, I have to tell you it is a paradise for a curious guy. The players are not at all shy about their bodies and for the most part they are buff. The coach had given me a desk outside his office which was fortuitously in a place near the showers. This meant that my voyeurism didn't raise any alarms. Even if I didn't have an excuse to roam around the locker room, which I often did since the coach would give me messages to deliver to players about their stats and stuff; I was always in a position to see a lot of cock. But all those days of seeing a room full of studs parading back and forth from the showers naked with their hot asses fully exposed and their cocks swinging free only made my curiosity more intense. The team had fully accepted me as a member of their group. Had I wanted to I could have joined them in the after practice showers. But I feared that would have exposed my secret and when on hot days I needed a shower I would wait for the players to leave before taking mine. I could hide my arousal in my Levi's. Had I gotten naked with the guys, especially Ben I was certain I would be fully erect. Although some of the players occasionally popped a boner in the shower, they were all so fucking macho it never meant more than a couple minutes of ribbing. I somehow knew that the same thing happening to me would have set me up for a lot worse. So I showered alone if at all. Well not entirely alone. The coaches and student assistants would sometimes use the showers after the team had left. So sometimes there would be others in the showers. But the coaches were all older and for whatever reason didn't cause the same reaction as the players did even though one of them had the most impressive cock I have seen, then or since. The student assistants were not as well developed as the players. They were coaching because they didn't have the physiques to be players. The one person that caused the most reaction was Ben. Even though I knew I should just avoid the situation I seemed to always find a way to be where I knew he would be when he was naked. As the regular season came to an end and the playoffs started I found myself trying to find a new way to see my friend naked. I was sure I wouldn't be able to stand not seeing his long thick cock and near perfect ass after football ended. It turned out that the season was extended for several weeks. For the first time in our school's history the team won the state football championship. That had meant six weeks of playoffs. At the awards banquet the coach announced a special award for the team. He had arranged for the team to play one more game. It was in Orlando, Florida against the Florida state champions. There would be a game but as the details were revealed it was really just a gift from the athletic department to their championship players. The team would be staying there for nine days. The first two would be devoted to practicing and the third would be game day. The last six days would be spent at Disney World and Sea World. I got a big surprise during my weekly meeting with the coaches the next morning. I found out that the other student helpers and I were included on the trip. The coaches had always been great about making us feel part of the team. We even got trophies just like the players and I earned a varsity letter. The players were great too always including us in team activities. They really embraced us as part of the team. But I knew the trip was being paid for by the booster club and I didn't think they really saw us as making a contribution. That afternoon I got another even better surprise. After school Ben stopped by my house. He was unusually excited when he blurted out that he had signed us up to be room mates on the trip. I was shocked that he had picked me over one of his team mates. "What the fuck, Andy, did you think I would pick some sweaty jock like Denny Toms over my best friend?" He asked as he punched my shoulder after I asked him why he picked me. Denny was the other big star on the team. He was our all-state running back. Fucker was a mountain and could run like a gazelle. I never saw him taken down by less than two guys and it usually took three or more. He had a great body and nice long thick cock. Add to that a set a balls that would have made a bull proud and he was one impressive dude in the locker room. He was also one of the guys that seemed most proud parading around naked. Even when his cock was fully erect which it seemed to be about half the time he didn't make any attempt to cover up. Nobody ever said a word about it to Denny either. The guy had it made too. He had a bout a dozen top colleges lined up to offer him scholarships. Ben wasn't so lucky and would probably end up playing at our state university. The major schools wanted tall QB's. Even though I thought Ben was an Adonis at six foot the scouts wanted more then a smart guy with a good arm. Denny was destined to play big time college ball and catch the eyes of pro scouts, while Ben would be breaking records at our division II state university. Funny thing was Ben didn't care. He had no NFL aspirations. His future was set. He had a job waiting at his dad's company once he got his business degree. I was actually pretty happy that he likely wouldn't be going away. I was already accepted to State and had a half scholarship for academics. Ben's dad had a job waiting for me too if I wanted. After my own dad had died when I was 12, Mr. Stevens had filled in as a male influence. He was a good guy as well as being the best business man in our little town. He had built a small company to a statewide enterprise that was the biggest employer in our town. I knew Ben and I would be together at college and beyond. That made me very happy even though I figured I would never get the nerve to tell him about my sexual fantasies. The idea of nine nights in a hotel alone with Ben both thrilled and terrified me. I figured I would be getting even better looks at his hot body and the cock that was driving me crazy. At the same time sleeping all those nights just a few feet from him was going to be torture. As it turned it there was no issue at all the first night. After the flight, we had a long hassle over getting the luggage. Then there was a nearly hour-long bus ride in heavy traffic to the motel. We were given a half-hour to stash our stuff and get ready to go to the practice. Even though the longer part of the trip was a fun reward for the team, it seemed the coaches were eager to win the game or at least make a damn good showing. That afternoon into the evening practice was one of the toughest of the whole season. The guys hadn't played or practiced for a couple of weeks and the coaches did their best to make up for the missed work-outs. The small shower room of the middle-school they had borrowed for a practice facility was a far cry from the team locker room back home. Even with the guys crowding in, less than a third of team could shower at once. The rest stood around naked waiting their turns. I was so hot and sweaty from the hours in the Florida heat; I joined the final group in shower. I guess exhaustion kept me from getting a wicked hard-on as I soaped up in close quarters with a bunch of guys. Back at the motel we managed to keep our heads upright long enough to eat. Once Ben and I got back to the room I plopped down on my bed while he began to undress. I was so tired I could have just laid down and slept in my clothes. Through droopy eyes I watched as he pulled his tee shirt over his head and exposed his taught abs and muscular chest. Normally I would have been drooling over the display. That night I was too tired to even think about what was coming. Next he lost the pants and then looked over at me with a quizzical expression as he stood next to his bed in just his under shorts. "Hey man, I only brought sweat pants to sleep in and, fuck they are too hot. Would it freak you out if I slept naked? That is what I do on hot nights at home," He asked casually. I had seen him naked more times then I could count at that point; it sure wasn't going to freak me out. If I wasn't so tired it would definitely have caused me to want to suck his hot cock dry but that night all I wanted was sleep. I did my best to calmly answer. "Shit, I don't care," I answered. "Won't be anything I haven't seen." "Or got, buddy," He added as he stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear. I watched as he lowered his shorts and let his cock pop out. I would guess he was about three-quarters erect. I was a bit too obvious in noticing that and he chose to explain as he stepped free of his discarded underpants. "Been too long since I last got laid I guess. Fucking dick has a mind of its own sometimes," He said followed by what I thought was a very sexy laugh. I laughed as I expressed my agreement and then added, "It is hot as hell. I think I will sleep naked too, if it won't freak you out." He threw one of his socks at me and called me a dickwad as he fell back on his bed. He laid on his back with his semi-erect cock laying on his belly like it was on display. I stood up and quickly shed my clothes. As I was about to get in my bed he asked me to shut off the lights since I was still up. This required me to walk across the room right by his bed completely naked. It was a weird feeling knowing he was looking at me as I went to the wall flipped the switch and then returned to the night stand to shut off the bedside lamp. I was sure I saw a smile on his face just as the room went dark. I slipped into my bed and we were soon sound asleep. I didn't even remember having any dreams that night. That was fairly surprising since I was sleeping with the object of my most secret desire naked in a bed about four feet away. I woke up first that morning about ten minutes before the wake-up call I knew was coming. I was on my side facing Ben's bed. He was on his back with a full morning erection. For the first time I saw him fully aroused. His cock looked amazing and all I could do was to think about slipping off my bed and crawling to his bed. My desire to suck my best friends cock was stronger than ever. I realized that I also had one hell of a morning quaker myself. Staring at Ben's beautiful hard dick did nothing to relax my erection. I may even have gotten harder as I watched my friend sleeping with the gentle rise and fall of his chest accentuating his gorgeous naked body. Not wanting to end the moment or get caught laying there looking at his body while fully aroused, I covered up my condition with a sheet while continuing to lay on my side enjoying the view. All too soon the phone rang out with our wake-up call. Ben practically flew out of his bed while mumbling, "What the fuck is it!" He was standing about a foot from my bed with his hard cock almost level with my face when he woke up enough to remember where we were and what a telephone was. "Oh shit, I guess it is time to get ready for breakfast. Fuck practices are going to be an a-one bitch today buddy," He said rather crossly as his cock danced right in front of my eyes. "Oh fuck I got to take a wicked piss!" He added and turned toward the bath room. By the time he returned I had slipped on my underwear which although they didn't hide my hard-on they at least allowed me an illusion of modesty. I wasn't all that worried since he had been hard as shit and had no way of knowing I had been watching him. I am sure he thought I had woken up when the phone rang same as he did. By the time I had taken my piss and brushed my teeth he was dressed and ready. "Come on man! The fucking coaches will really break our balls if anybody is late including you," He barked at me. Two minutes later I was dressed and we were out the door. As soon as everyone had filled up on breakfast we were all back on the buses. Even though everyone had been on time the coaches were still busting the player's balls. He wasn't too easy on the helpers either. By noon when they finally gave us a break everyone was about to drop. Even some of the assistant coaches were looking frazzled. I wasn't sure the guys would be able to play the next night if they kept up that pace. Lunch was delivered and everyone did their best to find shady places to eat. At two practice resumed. At five the coach mercifully told the guys to hit the showers. I didn't join them in the locker room. I could have used a shower too but decided that I wasn't ready to expose my seemingly perpetual hard-on to a room full of exhausted sweaty jocks. While Denny could get away with parading his big hard dick around the guys, I wasn't sure they would be as easy on me if I popped wood in the locker room. Fortunately when we got back to the motel we had about an hour free time before dinner. I took the time to shower while Ben plopped on his bed to watch television. When I came out of the bathroom with one of those skimpy hotel towels barely wrapped around me I found him all excited about what he was watching. "Hey man the local news did a story about us and the game!" He exclaimed. I sat down on my bed and watched the last few minutes of the news with him. They mostly talked about the local team but there was some film of our last game. They had Ben throwing a couple of great passes and of course Denny making a touchdown run. I had been with Ben before when he watched himself on TV. He was always like a fucking little kid at Christmas. Other than throwing the winning touchdown pass in the championship game nothing else ever got him that excited. "Hey buddy, look! They even got a shot of you on the sideline there," He said with a big grin as my image flashed on screen for a half-second. As soon as the story ended I jumped up to get ready for dinner. I didn't want to be late and cause the team to get punished. As I walked by Ben, he grabbed my towel and ripped it off me. Before I could react to my sudden detoweling I felt the familiar locker room snap on my ass. I had escaped that sort of thing but had witness many a team member getting his ass reddened and even welted during a locker room towel hazing. The second snap struck truer and really hurt. "Fuck man! What the hell?" I barked. "Cut the shit we are going to be late." He snapped the towel again just as I turned and caught my thigh instead of my ass. "Oh fuck, Andy, I am sorry didn't mean to hit you there. Just figured it was time you got what all players get. Hell the team would have done it in the locker room if you ever showered with us," He said as he jumped up. "Well guess it is good I never did. Now come on let me get dressed so we won't be late." "No worries about being late. Coach called, we can get dinner when we want. We have until 9:00 to eat and be at a team meeting. So relax," He said or rather ordered. "Hey why is it you never showered with the guys? I know you got sweaty at some of those practices too. Can't be you were ashamed of your body or equipment," He added as he stood there looking me up and down as if inspecting my naked body. "Hell, your cock is bigger than most of the guys on the team. It isn't a fucking whopper like Denny's but shit his is fucking abnormal." "Um, fuck, I don't know. Guess I kind of felt like I wasn't really part of the group. The guys have their thing in the locker room, I figured I should just hang back," I lied. "Shit, what a stupid thing. You know we all think you are a part of the team. Everybody has their part and yours is as important as any of ours," Ben said sincerely. "Thanks buddy, now if you are through inspecting my dick, I will get dressed," I said intending it to be a joke. Though I couldn't understand why I noticed Ben's cheeks flushed red. I just turned and went to get some clothes from my bag. I was rewarded with yet another snap of the towel along with Ben's taunting. "Fuck you, Andy! You wish I was looking at your dick," He said rather unconvincingly. We had dinner and then went to the team meeting. The meeting was short and happy. The coaches told us how proud they were of the team and how well practice had gone. They also gave us the schedule for game day. We were to sleep in; wakeup calls would be at 1:00 pm. There was going to be a big buffet for us at two and then off to the Citrus Bowl stadium at 3:30. Warm ups were scheduled for 5:30 and game time was 7:00. The final surprise was that the game was going to be on TV both in Orlando and back home. When we got back to the room I thought Ben's face was going to crack he was smiling so wide. "Fucking-A! A real game on goddamn TV," He exclaimed as we began to undress for bed. Even before he pulled off his under shorts I could see he was fully erect. I found it curious that his excitement over the game and being on television translated to sexual arousal. I also couldn't stop myself from staring at my best friends hard dick as he stood there babbling about the game and being on television. I apparently had stared a bit too much. My Best Friend The Football Star "Sorry about waving my hard dick around. I am just so jazzed man," He said obviously responding to the way I was looking at him. "Nothing to be sorry about," I replied impulsively. "Um, I guess it is just having not really seen another guy hard that keeps drawing my eye," I added quickly trying to cover up. He smiled at me and sat down on the edge of his bed. He started fondling himself as he looked at me. I had never seen quite that look in his eyes before. I didn't know what it meant, but it seemed like he was putting on a show for me. I still had my underwear on and was getting a bulge in them as I watched him tickle his balls and stroke his cock. "Well aren't you going to join me?" He asked casually. I wasn't sure what he meant by joining him. I wanted it to be an invitation for me to join him on his bed. I was almost paralyzed as I tried to decide what to do. I could feel my skin tingle and knew that I was shaking. I also knew that I had to do something. I chose to ask him what he meant. "Join you how, Ben?" I managed to ask in halting tones. "Relax, bud. I just figured since we are both hard we may as well just jerk off together. What did you think I meant?" Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. "I um er, I d.d.don't know. Shit I am sorry, I didn't think anything," I said on the verge of tears. Ben jumped up and came over and put his hand on my shoulder. "Its ok, Andy," He said in a soft soothing voice. "I have thought about stuff a lot. Like us touching each other's cocks. Is that what you thought I was asking?" He said as he took my hand and moved it to his rigid pole. His cock was warm and both hard and soft at the same time. Though I had touched my own cock uncountable times the sensation of touching another guy's cock was far different and nothing in my life had prepared me for the feeling. He smiled at me as I began to stroke him with my shaky hand. Then he reached out and pulled my underpants down. They slid down my legs and I stepped out of them as he began to fondle my stiff pole. We stood there for several minutes feeling each other's cocks, not speaking, just smiling. It seemed that I was finally getting my dreams fulfilled. I was actually standing naked with my beast friend and object of my secret desires feeling each other up. "Andy, I have been thinking about doing stuff with you for a long time," He said as he released my cock and stepped forward. He closed the gap between us and our cocks met. I let go of his dick as he put his hands on my ass. I stood there and let Ben control the action. While he held my buttocks firmly in his large strong hands he pressed his groin to mine and rubbed our cocks together. "Mmmmmmm feels good," He murmured. "Want to get in bed together?" All I could do was nod. I was panting too much to speak. He used his hand to guide me by pushing gently on my ass. I stumbled and fell into my bed and he climbed in beside me. We lay on our sides facing each other. His hands returned to my ass and I followed his lead by grasping his ass. We rubbed our cocks together as we fondled each others buttocks. After awhile he pulled away and lay on his back as he took my cock in his hand. He wrapped his fingers around my throbbing shaft and used his thumb to tease my pee hole and rub the copious quantities of precum I was oozing over my swollen cock head. As he masturbated me I rolled onto my back. We lay there side-by-side stroking each other. Occasionally, we let our fingers slide down to tickle each other's ball sacks. I felt as if I was in heaven. All too soon though I began to feel that tingle in my gut that told me I was going to cum soon. I longed for the orgasm while at the same time I wished it would never come. I feared that our cumming would mean the end to the dream. I thought that whatever reason brought us to that point it was likely only a one time thing. "Oh god, Andy! I am about to blow!" Ben moaned. "Me too," I gasped. We came at almost the same moment. Each of us spewed thick ribbons of cum onto our bellies and each other's hands. When the high began to subside, we lay together, panting, still holding the other's deflating dick. I turned my head to see he was smiling as broadly as I. The smiles soon disappeared as the reality of the situation hit us. "Um, oh, damn, I better get some sleep," Ben said rather awkwardly. "Big day tomorrow!" I just nodded and sadly agreed as he slipped out of my bed and went into the bathroom to wash up. When he returned he just got into his bed and disappeared under the covers without a word. I headed for the bathroom to clean up more confused than ever. Part of my wildest fantasy had come true, but at that moment I felt more like I had lost my best friend. When I came back in the room, he asked me to turn the lights off and said goodnight. At least he was still speaking to me I thought. Sleep did not come easy to me that night. I lay there on my side with my back toward Ben. I couldn't stand to look in his direction. I didn't know if he had managed to get to sleep or not. He didn't say anything, but I didn't hear any tell-tale snoring either. After wrestling with the mixed feelings of joy from having had sex with Ben for the first time and the worry that he would hate me because of what we did for over an hour I finally managed to fall asleep. It was not a happy restful sleep. It was a fitful dream filled sleep that in the morning left me as tired as when I closed my eyes. I dreamed of having sex with Ben. In my dreams we did so much more than just rub together and jerk each other off. In dreamland we sucked each other's cocks and he fed me his creamy cum. In one unusual dream, because I had never thought of such a thing before, we lay naked together making out, with our tongues sloppy dancing between our mouths. But most of my dreams that night were painful. They involved my best friend rejecting me. In one he outted me as queer to the team and they beat me up. I of course did not turn on him and tell them he had started the whole thing. Even in my dreams I couldn't do that to Ben. I awoke earlier than I had to the next day, convinced I had lost my friend forever over a hand job. As I had the previous morning, I stayed in bed looking at him. Again he lay naked and uncovered. Figuring it would be the last time I got to see him naked, I decided to take full advantage. After about an hour he started to stir and I faked being asleep. I heard sounds that I thought meant he was getting up. But I could tell he never left his bed. Since I was also laying there naked and uncovered I wondered if he was now looking at me as I had been at him. I wanted to open my eyes to find out but was far too frightened of what I would hear him say. As I lay there as if on display, pretending to sleep I fought an internal battle over what to do. Thankfully, the phone screamed indicating that the coach's wakeup call had come. I shot up trying to act startled. I looked toward Ben to see that he was sitting on the edge of his bed. As he put down the phone he said, "Morning, bud. You want first shower or shall I go?" His tone was casual as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened the previous night. I told him he could go first but that I needed to pee and jumped out of bed. He came into the bathroom with me and started to brush his teeth, declaring that he had seen me pee before. The morning pretty much went like any other morning I had spent with him on sleepovers and vacations together. No mention was made of the previous night which made it feel weird for me even though he was acting normal. I wanted to say something but was too scared. I thought maybe he had blocked the memory somehow or worse that I had dreamed the whole thing. The day went as planned: breakfast, team meeting, an hour to relax, bus to the stadium. Once at the Citrus Bowl, we were all totally awed by place. Even our state championship wasn't played in such a big stadium. You could tell the players all felt really important as they took the field for warm-ups. I am sure I would have been even more excited had I not been so worried and confused. The game itself was great. Both teams played well and every down was hard fought. The crowd was huge and appreciative of both teams' accomplishments even though the crowd was heavily in favor of the home team. Our team won on a last minute touchdown pass from Ben to Denny. The post game locker room was a mad house. Even the coaches joined in on the hooting and hollering. The celebration continued as the guys stripped and went to the showers. For the first time I was less than interested in seeing the guys naked. Which was just as well as the locker room was enormous compared ours so I only could see a fee guys anyway without being obvious. There was a big party back at the hotel. The coaches even got beer for us. Not enough for us to get loaded but I think most of the guys had a little buzz when the party ended around one. That's when I really got nervous, heading back to the room to be alone with Ben. He had gotten back before me because I had stayed behind to talk to the coach about something. When I came in the room, he was laying fully clothed on his bed watching TV. I could see his eyes were a bit glassy and thought maybe he had managed to get a few more than his share of the beers. "Hey buddy, where the fuck you been? It isn't nice to leave the big game hero all alone," He said with a bit of a slur. "Shit, Ben! How fucking much did you drink?" I asked as I closed and bolted the door. "Not too much, but Denny had some kick-ass weed. We sneaked out back and smoked," He replied with a smirk. "Damn, you are a fucking stupid ass! What if one of the coaches had caught you?" "Don't be such a goody-goody coach's boy, dick-wad! Its cool." "Fine, jerk! You watching that show or could we shut the noise and get some sleep?" "What the fuck you want to sleep for? We got the whole day to do nada tomorrow but hang at the pool." "I am tired and you need to sleep off that shit. I happen to know the coaches are planning something special tomorrow evening for us and the rest of the week is going to be busy with Disney and Sea World. You and Denny are assholes. If you had gotten caught the coaches would have punished us all!" I felt bad yelling at him and I knew it was about more than him and some of the guys smoking a few joints. Truth was had I been invited to join them I probably would have gone out there too. I was pissed that nothing had been said about the previous night. I was also pissed that he was so high there was no chance to have a conversation. So I just walked off to the bathroom and got ready for bed. I decided to keep my boxers on. I wasn't much in the mood to parade around naked. When I came out of the bathroom I tossed my clothes on top of my suitcase and headed for my bed. "Ben after you get undressed would you kill the light?" "Um, Andy, shit this is embarrassing. Can you help me?" "Huh?" "Man, I am really wasted. Please help me get undressed and into the bathroom." I ended up doing more than helping. It was like he was a two-year old and needed to be undressed. I practically had to carry him to the bathroom. Worse part was that he needed help steadying himself to stand there and pee. Not that I minded, but watching him hold his dick just made me want things I figured were never going to happen again. He stepped out of his underwear and left them on the bathroom floor as I helped him to his bed. "Thank you, Andy. You are really great! I couldn't have a better best friend," He said as he sat down on his bed. Then he really surprised me. "I got to ask you something, buddy. Are you upset over last night? I thought it was great, but well things seem weird with us today and I thought you might be mad that we did that," He said as he took hold of my hand. "Are we ok, buddy?" I couldn't come up with words to respond. I wanted to just show him how ok we were by getting on my knees and sucking his cock on the spot. But that didn't seem the right response. "Yeah, we are great," I said with smile. He continued to hold my hand as if he wanted something else. "Phewwwww, I was worried I had fucked-up our friendship. I would never want to lose that over a little fooling around," He said and squeezed my hand. As I stood there thinking about the previous night looking down at his dick and wanting so bad to suck him, my cock started to grow and popped out the fly of my boxers. "Nothing could make me not want to be your friend, Ben. Last night was great and if you want to do it again sometime, all you have to do is ask," I managed to say as my breath caught in my throat. He didn't ask. He just began to fondle my growing cock. He did look up as if he was using his eyes to ask my permission. I just smiled and he began to stroke my fully erect cock. Though do to being high he handled my dick awkwardly, his touch was still amazingly gentle. In the position we were in my cock was near his face and I could feel his warm breath blow over my crotch each time he exhaled. The combination of his gentle stroking and the feel of his breath on my cock was incredible. So much so that I just stood there and let him pleasure me. It seemed almost an impulse when he leaned forward and licked a drop of precum from my cock head. Later he told me that he had wanted to suck my cock for a long time. Then he slipped my boxers down and began to fondle my balls as he licked up and down my shaft. I moved my hands to his head and let my fingers run through his short tangled locks. I caressed his head as he bathed my twitching cock with his warm wet tongue. I told him how good it felt as he eagerly went from licking to sucking my cock. Because of his inexperience he could only get a little more than half of it in his mouth when he slid his lips down my shaft. It was more than enough to put me in heaven. He moved his lips up and down my cock taking as much as he could without gagging and cleverly using his tongue to add to the great feeling. At the same time he fondled my tightening balls. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. Not wanting to freak him out by spewing in his mouth I moaned, "Oh fuck, Ben, I am going to cum!" He looked up and kept right on sucking me. His glassy, bloodshot eyes told me it was ok. I gasped as the first spurt of my seed shot into my best friend's mouth. He didn't let my cock out of his mouth until he had swallowed the last little ribbon of semen. At that point my knees were so wobbly I had to sit down next to him. I put my arm around him and laid my head on his shoulder. "That was fucking amazing! I have never felt this good in my life," I exclaimed breathlessly. "Me either, buddy," He said as he lifted my face up and lowered his lips to mine. My dream was coming true. We were in bed, naked and kissing. I fell back taking him with me. Our lips remained locked and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I was doing what half the girls in school wanted, having sex with the star football player and it was pure bliss. We rolled around together on his bed, kissing deeply as our flesh rubbed together. As we did so I could feel his hardness rub against my body. I reached for his cock and began to fondle and stroke him. I wanted to suck him but he would not let me break the kiss. Finally I manage to get my lips separated from him. "I want to taste your cock," I panted. "Next time," He whispered and pressed his lips back to mine. We kissed and I continued to stroke him until he ejaculated between our bodies. This time I wouldn't take no for an answer. I pushed him onto his back and knelt over him. I licked a small pool of cum from his belly. The taste of his semen was like ambrosia to me. I had wanted his sperm in my mouth for so long and finally my dreams were being fulfilled. Then I took his softening cock into my mouth and cleaned it of his still leaking cum. To my delight his cock immediately began to grow again. Though I too was inexperienced I was better able to control my gag reflex and took him deeper than he had taken me. He made no objection as I sucked him until he came again; this time in my mouth. I crawled up next to him and we lay together for a few minutes until he recovered from his second orgasm. He kissed me and took hold of my once again rock hard cock. He stroked me until I came and then he licked the droplets from my skin. We slept together in each other's arms that night. The next morning was not awkward. In fact I did not see any of the morning. I slept soundly and long that night. When I awoke it was past noon. Ben was still in bed with me though it appeared he had been awake for some time. He was sitting up with holding a novel we were assigned to read in his English Lit class. Unless Dickens stories had become a lot sexier than I remembered he was obviously only pretending to read. The sheet he had pulled up to his waist was nicely tented by his cock. He had clearly been looking at my naked body while I slept as I had his the previous two mornings. I rather liked the idea that he was admiring me while I slept and I made no attempt to cover up. I was lying on my side, next to him. My cock was only partially erect and my balls were hidden. About all that was fully visible to him was my chest, leg, hip and the curve of my ass. When he noticed that I was awake he smiled and said, "Good morning, buddy. Anyone ever tell you that you have a sexy ass?" The only answer I had to that question was a giggling laugh. The actual answer was no. At eighteen there hadn't really been much opportunity for anyone to observe my naked ass to make such a comment if it were true. When I had had sex with girls we didn't generally get naked. It was more often than not a quick thing done while partially dressed. Even the two girls I had been fully naked with hadn't really been able to study my ass. Both times it was too dark to see much of anything. That night had been the first night that I had had sex and then spent the entire night sleeping with my partner. As I lay there giggling at Ben's remark, I realized it had also been the most exciting and pleasing sex I had ever had. "Hey, laughing boy, how about we grab a shower and get the day started before it is over?" Ben asked cheerfully. The question startled me from my thoughtful haze. It also confused me a little. "Together?" I said questioningly. I wasn't really sure that is what he meant. I had never taken a shower with anyone except in a locker room. In the small hotel shower it seemed like it would be very intimate. "Well, yeah that was the idea. Unless you don't like being naked with me," He replied with wink. "We could wash each other's backs or something." I happily agreed and followed him to the bathroom. As I walked behind him the few feet to the other room I decided he had a sexy ass too. His buttocks weren't quite as rounded as mine. But they weren't all flat or caved in either. I knew from having my hands on them the previous night that they were fairly firm and muscular as was the rest of his body. But still they had enough cushion to fill them out in the right places. Once in the bathroom he brushed his teeth while I took a long morning whiz. Glancing over at him I saw that he was watching me and I smiled. Then we switched and I watched him pee while I brushed my teeth. I was right about the shared bathroom experience being very intimate. As it turned out we both liked our showers on the hot side. We stepped into the steamy shower together. Once wet he stepped back and began to shampoo his hair. As he stood there with his eyes closed and his hands massaging his lather covered scalp, I took the opportunity to admire his body. I watched the warm water and lather run down his chest and abs. I saw the beads of water dripping from his wet pubes and the trail of lathery water running down his soft dick and over his heavy balls. I watched the water running down his muscular slightly hairy legs. For the first time I was finding pleasure in more than just his cock. I had always told myself that was what I wanted to see most when I found ways to see him naked. At that moment in the shower I knew I liked the whole package. My Best Friend The Football Star "Hey switch positions, so I can rinse my hair," He said and moved toward me. When we passed our hot naked bodies rubbed together. It was as if a jolt of electricity went between our bodies when our flesh touched. As he rinsed his hair I began to shampoo mine. I wondered as I stood there with eyes closed, massaging my scalp if he was looking at me as I had at him. I didn't need to wonder long. Before I finished washing my hair I felt his soapy hand stroking my hardening cock. I jumped at the surprise sensation. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You look so fucking hot, Andy," He said. "No reason to be sorry. It felt great. Just surprised me is all. Let me rinse off so I can open my eyes and look at your hot bod too," I replied. We rubbed together again as we passed. This time we were both hard and tarried a bit as we passed rubbing our cocks on each other. Once I got the shampoo off and opened my eyes I saw Ben's big beautiful smile. We began to stroke each other's cocks while staring into each other's eyes. We were both smiling broadly as we washed each other in the most intimate places. First we soaped up our cocks, then our balls. After that I turned around and he washed my back. I bent slightly as his lather covered hands moved to my ass. He washed my buttocks and then ran the bar of soap along my crack. He gently ran his soapy fingertips over my puckered anus. No one had ever touched me there before I felt like I would cum if he kept it up. But shortly he moved on. Crouching he washed my legs and feet. Then we switched. I washed his back and buttocks. He bent for me allowing me to spread his cheeks and wash his tight asshole. Knowing how good it felt, I tarried a little longer washing his crack then had with me. Everything was new and neither of us knew what was in and out of bounds between us. He moaned softly as my fingers teased his soapy hole letting me know he liked it as much as I did. Finally I moved on and washed his legs and feet as he had mine. When I stood up, he turned around. We kissed and our bodies came together. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other. It was a perfect moment. It was also the greatest moment of realization in my life. I knew for sure that I was gay or at least very gay leaning on Kinsey's scale of sexuality. Since I enjoyed sex with girls I figured at least part of me was heterosexual. However, I knew what my main preference was going to be in the future. Oddly, the realization did not trouble me at all. I was in the shower naked and hard, making out with the school's football star and my best friend. I could not have been happier. When after a long while the kiss broke I whispered, "I love you, Ben." I nearly literally jumped for joy when he replied, "I love you, too, Andy. I think I have for a long time." We left the shower and didn't even bother drying off. We jumped back in bed and made love. He sucked me; I sucked him, we sixty-nined. By the time both of us were spent we realized that most of the afternoon was gone. After another shower we threw on our bathing suits and tee shirts and headed for the pool area to join the rest of the guys for a team luau. That night we didn't have sex. But we did sleep together naked in each others arms after cuddling and kissing for awhile. We spent the next few days exploring Disney's parks. We spent the nights exploring each other's bodies in our private oasis. Once our hotel room door was closed and locked it seemed we were transported into our own special world. That world was filled with bliss and excitement. Each day I discovered something new and wonderful about making love with Ben. We found new spots to touch and caress. We found new joys we could give each other. Our fingers, lips, tongues and even our teeth became tools to deliver pleasure. Both of us very quickly became more adapt at cock sucking. I more so than Ben. Within in three days I was able to take his cock head into my throat. I loved the way his soft pubic hairs tickled my nose when I took him deep enough. His erotic moans told me he loved the feeling of being so deep in my mouth. He tried to do the same to me, but just couldn't quite get his throat to relax enough. One night he gagged so badly I thought he was going to puke on my stomach. I didn't care if he ever managed to take me deep. I loved every minute of everything he did do to me. He was especially attentive to my balls and I wondered if that was his way of making up for not deep throating my dick. He would spend a long time licking and sucking my scrotum. It got me so excited one night that all he had to do was squeeze my cock a couple of times as he licked my sac to make me cum. He told me that I should have warned him so that he could have gotten his mouth in position to catch my load. I laughed and scooped some out of his hair to offer him. He greedily licked the goo from my fingers. Six days and nights had passed seemingly like six hours. The seventh and eighth days were to be spent at Sea World. Our last day was going to be a relaxing day at the hotel pool and an evening banquet with the other team. As we watched Shamu and the other aquatic creatures do their acts, my mind wandered. Those days had been the best of my life. I was in love with Ben and he said that he loved me. But still I wondered what would happen when we got back home. I knew the girls would still chase my lover. I also knew that there was no way he was going to publicly acknowledge our relationship. He would no doubt keep up his image as the big ladies man. I didn't know if he would still want me when he was getting pussy again. I knew that for me he was all I wanted. At some point that day I found myself alone with Ben. We had separated with the group we were hanging with that day when we stopped too long looking at one of the indoor exhibits and they moved on. I was happy being with just him. When we were with the group things seemed just a bit weird. We both had to watch what we said. Even things that no one would have taken as strange seemed to us to be signs of our changed relationship. I doubt anyone would have thought much about it anyway as everyone knew we were really close friends. As we were wandering around half-assed looking for the group Ben asked, "Hey you wanna forget the other guys and find a shady place to take a rest and cool off?" We grabbed a drink from a roaming beverage vendor dressed like a pirate and headed away from the main attractions. We discovered that they had some trails off to a picnic area behind where the Clydesdales were kept. Luckily the area was completely abandoned. We found a big rock just off the trail kind of hidden. It was a nice cool place to sit and talk freely. It felt private enough that I took hold of his hand. I could feel he was a bit tense about the semi-public display of affection but he didn't pull away. "Ben, this week has been the best time I have ever had. I still can't believe that my dreams are coming true like this. I have wanted so much for awhile now to tell you how I felt and now well everything is so great. I love you," I said and leaned over to kiss him. It was just a little peck. But outside in a place where it was possible if not likely we could be seen it was amazingly exciting. "Andy, I love you too. It has been the best week of my life too. Being with you like we have been these past few nights...." He started. However, he either didn't know the words to express his feelings or was afraid to say them. "Well you know it has been so special. Unlike when I have been fucking chicks," He continued as he put his hand on my thigh. My cock immediately began to harden from his touch and his expression of feelings for me. "Ben, I think I know what you mean. Sex was never as good for me before either. Sure I enjoyed fucking the girls I was with but with you it is so different; so intimate; so perfect," I said smiling broadly. "Yeah," Was all he said. This time he kissed me and it was more than a peck. Our lips parted and our tongues danced. The kissed lasted a long time. It was as if we were the only two people for miles around even though there were many thousands of tourists very nearby. By the time the kiss broke he was squeezing my cock through the khaki material of my shorts. I was stunned when he unbuttoned my shorts and lowered my zipper. He slipped his fingers into my open fly and fondled my cock through the thin cotton of my underwear. Even though I wanted him badly at that moment I managed to gain my senses. "What the fuck are you thinking, man? What if someone comes and sees us?" I managed to ask between pants of exhilaration. "Andy, I want you now! Come on we can move back there and lie on the ground. No one will see," He answered as he jumped up and grabbed my hand. I didn't really care about the consequences for myself. I was ready to announce to the whole school that I was gay and in love with Ben. But I was worried about him. I didn't think he could deal with the fallout of being labeled a queer. I couldn't deny him or my desires at that point. In truth the spot he picked was almost completely secluded once we lay down. He didn't waist any time either. He pulled the waistband of my underwear down and my cock popped up through my still open fly. He immediate began licking my twitching shaft. Soon he had his lips around my cock head. He sucked on my fleshy glans as he teased my pee hole with his tongue and then began to slide his lips down my shaft. I don't know how but that day for the first time he took me to the back of his throat without gagging. He was sliding his lips up and down my pole, taking me deeper and deeper until I felt his nose in my pubes. It didn't take long for me to cum and feed him my jism. Without even bothering to take time to recover I told him to get on his back. I yanked his shorts and underwear down in one motion and went to work on his rock hard cock. It only took about five minutes of sucking to make him cum. We spent another couple of minutes kissing and then decided we had better pull our shorts up and get out of there. As it turned out our timing was very close. We emerged from the path to find the group at the stables. "Where the fuck you two been?" Denny asked with a smirk. Fortunately the group didn't challenge our story about thinking the path might be a shortcut. Our complaining about them ditching us in the aquarium probably helped deflect any thoughts they might have had. Not they were the most thoughtful bunch on the planet anyway. All of a sudden Randy Wade, a beefy tight end shrieked, "Shit! We are going to be late for check in. Coach will bust our balls!" We were all supposed to check in at the dolphin pool at 3:30 and it was already 3:25. Of course Randy as usual was overreacting. For a big strong guy he was amazingly afraid of the coaches. You would have thought that they literally took sticks to our balls for minor infractions. In truth the coach was great guy, but then the players didn't all get to see that part of his personality. But still none of us relished being late so we took off running with Denny in the lead. Though we were a few minutes late since we weren't the latest ones to arrive we didn't get the brunt of the coach's ire. Actually, he was rather good natured even as he complained about the drag asses. What he did do was make it clear that the busses were pulling out for the hotel at exactly 6:30 and anyone not there would need to find his own way back. Even though the idea of having so much time alone with Ben while making our way back to the hotel on our own had its appeal, we made sure to be on time at the bus. The hotel was a long walk and we weren't even sure of the exact direction to go. Back in the hotel parking lot the coach had an informal meeting. He had decided to make the next day a free day. There would be buses available for anyone that wanted to go back to Sea World for a second day but if we wanted we could just hang out or hit the local souvenir shops or whatever. I knew if Ben was up for it I would happily skip a second day with Shamu and friends. I figured most of the other guys would be happy with the pool, game room or just fucking off in town near the hotel. There was another big team meal that night. After that the team took over the pool and the game room as well as the small fitness room the hotel had. When the pool closed at ten, Ben and I decided the game room was too hot and crowded and neither of us wanted to work out; at least not on exercise equipment. We ended up taking a walk and somehow found ourselves on a quite residential street. It was nice walking with Ben and being able to talk without worrying about anyone overhearing us. Mostly we didn't talk about much that others couldn't hear, but there was an intimacy to our conversation that even one of the more brain dead players could have seen meant we more than friends. We even stole a quick kiss outside after looking around to be sure we were really alone. We got back to the hotel around 11:30 and avoided the game room so we wouldn't have to field any embarrassing questions. Once we were back in our room Ben began to strip off his clothes. He managed to get his shoes and his tee shirt off before I stopped him. There were too many questions still in my head for me to just casually get naked and jump in bed with him yet another night. "Ben, I need to talk to you about something," I said shyly. "Sure, buddy. What is it? You can talk to me about anything. You know that don't you, Andy?" He said and sat on the side of his bed across form where I was already sitting. "Well, damn, this hard," I mumbled trying to get the courage to tell him what I was feeling. "Shit, how can it be hard to say anything to me after this week? We have had our dicks in each other's mouths man! I don't think two guys can be any closer than us." "I know and you are right. But I don't want to screw anything up. I just well I been think about when we get home. You know wondering what is going to happen." "What do you think will happen, Andy?" "Well I know it can't be like it has been this week. But god I wish it could. Ben, I really don't want us to stop..." "Making love," He finished my sentence. "Me either, but we can't sleep together every night. And well I think we have to be careful. The guys wouldn't understand. It would be bad for you." "Don't you mean you? Damn Ben! I would never never do anything that caused you trouble with the guys." "Andy, I know that and I was thinking of you. You remember a guy played varsity a couple of years ago, Jake Timmons?" "Yeah, he was a pretty good receiver. What happened to him? I don't remember him graduating." "He didn't he is our age. He was moved up while I was still JV. His parents had to send him off to a private school. Anyway, I guess he recognized that he was gay early in life. From what I found out since I think he had probably done some stuff like we have been doing but not with someone he was serious about. Anyway, he musta really liked this other guy on the team. Cuz he confessed about being gay and liking the dude and shit. Well the guy freaked and then outted Jake to some of the other senior players." "Oh shit, so Jake had to go to away because they razzed him for being a queer or something?" "Worse than that; the muthafuckers caught him in the shower after practice when the coaches where not around. They beat him half to death. Me and a couple of other JVer's found him naked, crumpled up in the corner crying. Even with his nuts bruised and arm broken the guy wouldn't name anyone involved. The Bastards got off without even a slap on the wrist." "Oh fuck!" "Yeah, see they would kill your ass if they thought you had been just hanging out to see their dicks in the locker room. Most jocks are paranoid about being queer, Andy. It is that fear that makes them do mean fucking shit like they did to Jake. Those same guys aren't around but there are plenty like them still on the team." "Well I don' plan to be in any more locker rooms so I will be ok." "You dumb fuck, they don't need you to be in the locker room to kick your ass. They would catch up to you somewhere. I got enough friends on the teams that I would be protected. All it would mean was no more sports. But anyway, I don't think either one of us wants to start sitting at the fag table in the lunch room." "Is that what we are now, Ben, gay?" "I don't fucking know what we are. I know I have more feeling for you than I have ever had for any chick. I also know you make me feel better than most of the chicks I have fucked. But I also know that I like pussy. I read one time about being bisexual, meaning you can like sex with both. But I don't know. What do you think?" "I get headache thinking about this shit. I know I love you, Ben. I know that with you is the only time having sex felt like making love. Yeah I had fun with the girls I have been with but nothing close to the feelings I have with you. I also know that I don't want to stop making love with you when we get home. I am scared, Ben." He got up and came over to sit next to me. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. He held me for a few minutes before saying anything more. "Andy, don't worry. We will find a way to make it work when we get home. I don't want us to stop either. Maybe, we can't sleep together every night but we have always had plenty of times when we were alone before this trip. Instead of BSing or playing pool or whatever we can you know." "Suck each other's cocks," I blurted out. "Yeah," He said laughing. "So are you still going to fuck all the pussy that is thrown at you?" I asked stupidly. "Oh fuck, are you my jealous boyfriend now? How the fuck can you sit here expecting me to give up pussy? You can't be jealous of those stupid cunts that spread there legs for me because I am a big sports hero. I sure as hell expect that you will fuck enough girls to at least keep up appearances." "I don't know what I am, Ben. When we are alone I feel like your boyfriend. Then when the guys are around things feel weird, like we can't even be normal. Once we are home and I know you are tapping half the chicks in the school I just don't know how I will feel." "First of all, I am not going to be fucking half the chicks in school. But I can't promise I won't be fucking a fair number. You know how things are. I can make you one promise; I won't touch anyone's cock besides yours." "Cool, but the only promise I really want is that we will stay friends even if you find some girl you love and want to stop getting naked with me." "Oh fuck, if that happens I am sure it is a long way off. But you have my promise that I will always be your friend. Now I have something kinda of scary to talk to you about." "Ok, but nothing can be as scary as our futures can it?" "I don't know. I have been thinking about stuff between us too. There is something I want and I have been afraid to mention it because I didn't want to freak you out or something." "You can ask me anything. If I can I will give you whatever you want. I want to make you happy." "I have been thinking about us getting even closer. I wanted to know what it would be like to really make love; to have you inside me. I want you to have anal intercourse with me" I was nearly stunned. I had not let myself consciously think of anal sex. I had dreamed about it but never imagined he would want me to fuck him. He took my silence for rejection and tried to apologize. "Fuck, I am sorry. See this is why I didn't want to say anything. Please say I haven't screwed up our relationship," He pleaded. Here my best friend and lover were offering up his virgin ass to me and now he was apologizing because he thought I was freaked out over the offer. All I could do was smile and put my fingers to his lips to silence him. My Best Friend The Football Star "Stop baby! I am not upset, I am overwhelmed. I can't believe what an amazing offer you are making. Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes. Being joined together like that would be a dream come true." He wrapped me in his arms and pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues danced as we held each other close. Then he stood up and finished undressing. I sat there as if he was doing a strip tease show for me. He very sexily undid his shorts and then let them fall to the floor. Then he bent and has he kicked away his fallen shorts he removed his socks. When he stood back up he displayed the bulge in his tight underwear. I suppose it was a habit from wearing sports uniforms, he like most of the guys seldom wore boxers. What Ben usually wore was closer to a jock strap with just a bit of material on his ass. After letting me look over his sexy body for a few seconds he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and smiled at me. "Ready for the unveiling?" He asked teasingly. I nodded and he pulled his underpants down over his nearly fully erect cock. He wiggled a bit so that they would fall to the floor and then stepped free of them. He stood letting me take in his sexy naked body. "You are beautiful," I whispered. He stepped forward and touched my cheek softly. I reached out and fondled and stroked him to full erection. Then I stood up and kissed him softly before moving my lips to his right ear. I nibbled his ear lobe and told him to undress me. I don't know why I thought to tell him to do anything, but it felt very right. He must have agreed because he moved back and took hold of the bottom of my tee shirt. He pulled it over my head and off my arms. He pressed it to his face and inhaled before kissing the material and tossing it on his bed. Then he knelt down and began untying my shoes. I sat back on the bed so he could easily remove my shoes and socks. He ran his hands up my bare legs and over my shorts. I spread my legs so he could move between them. He unbuttoned my shorts and then lowered my zipper. Though my cock was now fully erect it didn't stretch my much looser underwear they way his bulge had. He pulled my shorts down as I lifted my ass and raised my legs. He left my underpants on and began to massage my cock and balls through the material. He lowered his face to my crotch and kissed and nibbled my incredibly excited cock through the material shield of my underpants. I was so excited I feared he might make me cum before too long if I let him continue. I lifted his head and pressed my lips to his as I reached down to toy with his nipples. I already knew how excited he got when his tiny man tits as he playfully called them were touched. He moaned into my mouth as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. After a few minutes I suggested we shower and then get into bed so I could fulfill his request. He eagerly agreed. When I stood up he finished the job of undressing me. He carefully pulled my underpants over my erection and then knelt as he pulled them to the floor. As I stepped out of them he gently kissed my cock. We made short work of the shower, quickly washing each other's bodies paying special attention to our genitals and assholes. We dried off and practically raced each other to the bed. Once there we rolled around, kissing deeply and letting our warm flesh rub together. We explored each others bodies. We used our hands and fingers as well as our lips, tongues and teeth. Faces, necks, shoulders, chests, abdomens, cocks, balls, legs, assholes; no part of either of our bodies was left unattended. After more than a half hour of amazingly erotic foreplay, Ben was ready for me to take him and I was far beyond ready. Only the promise of what was to come had kept back the flood tides of orgasm for me. "Fuck me, please, baby!" He moaned. My head was swimming. I wanted to fuck him more than I could express. At the same time I did not want to hurt him. I of course had no knowledge of anal sex other than knowing that shoving my hard cock up his ass without any lubricant would hurt him. The little bit of spit I had left on his hole when I licked him would not be enough to reduce the discomfort. "Baby, we need something to um er.. lubricate you," I panted. He got out of bed and came back with a bottle of lotion he used to keep his hands healthy. He handed me the bottle with wicked grin and got up on the bed on all fours. "Take my ass, lover. It is all yours," He growled. I squirted a big puddle of lotion in his crack and began to work it into his anal canal with my finger. When I ask him if it was ok, he purred and told me that it felt great. I added more lotion and a second finger which elicited moans of pleasure. I worked his hole until it felt as if it had loosened up a lot. I still wasn't sure what to do as I moved behind him and squirted some lotion on the head of my throbbing dick. I guided my cock head to his puckered anus and asked, "Ready?" "Oh god yes, fuck me now please!" He practically begged. I pushed forward and was surprised that although there was some resistance the combination of my stretching him with my fingers and the lotion seemed to allow me to easily pop into his rectum. Fearing I would hurt him I stopped with about a third of my cock in him to let him adjust to the invader. After a few seconds he moaned that he wanted it all. I pushed forward and slowly went ball deep in my best buddy's asshole. He gasped when I hit bottom and neither of us moved. After a few more seconds he wiggled his ass against me. I felt his flesh rub my balls as my cock was encased in his tight canal. Taking his wiggle as a signal I slowly pulled back until my cock nearly exited his anus. This time as I pushed forward he pushed back. No pussy I had ever been in was so tight or so welcoming. Most of the girls had fucked just laid there letting me do the work; Ben was actively participation in his first fucking. Soon we developed a rhythm and were in sync with me moving forward as he pushed back and he pulling forward as I pulled back. He encouraged me to fuck him harder and I happily obliged. I drove my cock deep into his well loosened ass with each thrust. Every time I hit bottom my balls slapped against him and it felt as if his rectal walls were giving me a little squeeze. I knew I couldn't last much longer and suddenly wanted to see his face as we made love. I pulled out of him and gripped his hips as I told him to turn over. Once he was on his back I shoved two pillows under his ass to raise him up. I have no idea how I knew the mechanics of anal sex, I suppose it had just come naturally from intuition. I grabbed his legs and lifted them up toward his head. He quickly got the idea and grabbed his ankles to hold his legs up in the air. I moved into position and guided my cock back to his then gapping hole. I plunged right in and we regained our rhythm. On his back he couldn't do as much of the work as he had been doing. That suited me just fine. We stared into each others eyes as I rode his ass. Both of us were moaning and sweating. I felt my balls tightening and a tingle in the pit of my stomach. I knew I was on the verge of cumming and rammed my cock deep into his body. To my surprise he came an instant before I did. I could not stifle my cries of passion as his rectum locked unto my cock and I exploded inside him. Fortunately, Ben had the presence of mind to press his hand to my mouth at that moment or half the rooms on that hall might have heard me. I continued fucking him with his encouragement until my cock was too soft. Then I fell to the bed next to him. We cuddled and kissed and caressed each other until we fell asleep. As it turned out being back home wasn't as bad as I had imagined. Our relationship continued and our romanced blossomed further. While we couldn't sleep together every night we did managed to share a bed two or three nights a month on sleepovers. They did not arouse any suspicion as we had been sleeping over at each other's houses regularly forever. We also managed to find plenty of time to satisfy our sexual urges in between sleepovers. Though we mostly stayed with oral sex he continued to enjoy being fucked and wanted anal once or twice a month. As for my ass, it was about a month after we got back home that he finally popped my cherry. His parents had left him alone in the house for a few days while they took his sister on college visits. It gave us all the privacy we could ever want. Though I had no overwhelming urge to be fucked I was curious. He was careful and gentle and by then we owned some proper lube. It was ok and he did fuck me occasionally after that. But in truth if not for being in love with him and liking having him inside me, I would have gotten almost nothing out of him fucking me. Now after over twenty years of being openly gay and with my third long-term male lover I am a confirmed top. I guess Ben is not really a top or a bottom. As for girls after we got back. True to his word Ben was still a big cunt hound. I do believe he got a little less tail just because he didn't have enough time to make love to me regularly and fuck all the woman that were available to him. I dated one girl and hooked up with another, just to keep appearances for Ben's sake. By the time we left for college that fall I knew that while sex with females was fun, I would always prefer men. I reread Kinsey that summer and was convinced that I was just one notch above exclusively homosexual. Now I have been happily 100% gay since my junior year in college. That first year at State, Ben I did share a dorm room as we had planned. We also continued a very active sex life with each other. I had pretty much given up the farce of cunt chasing. If anything, Ben was playing the big jock cunt hound even harder. I often wondered if he was trying to prove something to himself. But I never wanted to upset that apple cart. When our second year of college rolled around Ben and I could not share a dorm room. He had made varsity as the backup QB and had to move to the team dorm. He had already left anyway as the team had to report to school early for late summer practices. The team had the Sunday off between when everyone else reported to school and the end of two-a-days. We met at a motel and spent that night together. It was the last night we slept together for a while. With me having a new room mate and him in the team dorm chances for privacy were rare. We did steal an occasionally nearly fully clothed blow job, but things were very different. I knew he was dating more and by spring semester he had a steady girlfriend. Still we managed to hook up occasionally. Near the end of the term he suggested a weekend camping trip. I jumped at the chance. We hadn't been truly alone like that since winter break. The trip however was bittersweet. The first day and night were amazing; like old times. We frolicked naked, sucked each other for what seemed like hours and I fucked him good and hard. The next day was pretty good, but I had a feeling there was something he wanted to say that he wasn't. Again there was a lot of sex and for the first time I could remember he wanted me to fuck him a second day in a row. Sunday, as we ate breakfast he told me that the weekend was going to be the last time we had sex. He was falling in love with his girlfriend and really wanted to try to give fidelity a go. He told me he still loved me and I told him that I would always love him and that I understood. We cried together in each other's arms. We didn't break camp until late because we both wanted one last day of sex. I guess I always knew that Ben was not gay. But for a time I allowed myself to hope that his bisexuality would slip closer to where I was than to complete heterosexuality. Maybe, if he hadn't met Shelly, who is a great woman and perfect for Ben, he might have. He was my first love and I will as I told him always love him. In his way he has always loved me too. We practically run his old man's company together now. Though he is the president and I am the vice president we act more like partners since his dad retired. He married Shelly. I am godfather to their four kids and they call me Uncle Andy, which I love. Junior year of college I met a guy who was out and fell in love. At that point I decided that there was no more reason to deny to the world who I was. I came out and happily my biggest supporters were my best friend, Ben and his very steady girlfriend. Scott and I moved in together senior year and lived as a couple for five years. We might still be together except for his career. He couldn't do what he wanted in my home town and I couldn't leave. We tried the long distance thing for a time but that soon fell apart. A few years later I met Jerry and he and I are very happy together. Ben did slip off the fidelity wagon a couple of times and I am a bit ashamed to admit that I let him fall into my arms and dick on those occasions. I was pretty lonely between Scott and Jerry. Ben never really stopped craving cock and as with all marriages no matter how good there are rough spots. As far as I know he never cheated on Shelly with another woman or ever in his life touched anyone's cock but mine. It has been over ten years since he and I have done anything other than hug as friends and we do that in front of his wife. I doubt she suspects that her big strong former jock husband has come anywhere near his gay best friend's cock. As long as Jerry is around he never will again. But those were surely some of the most exciting days of my life.