Bisexual Experience With Best Friend Dale During College 3

With Dale now back to work, I was able to get my dick back into its hiding hole. God she was great. She held my dick in optimum position, and swirled her tongue round the head. She got her tongue into my piss slit, into the sensitive area just under the rim of my knob, and gave that piece of triangular skin on the underside of my shaft an awesome work-over. As much as I wanted this to last forever, I knew it wouldn't be long now.

"I'm going to.ahh.ohh.I'm going to." "That's it Dale, let me have it." She sat up. "Come up here D," she said. D did as he was told. With a slimy plop, he pulled his shaft from its warm confines, and walked around to the side of the bed. His arm brushed up against mine. We were side by side. Naked. Hot. Sweaty. With two of the hardest cocks your ever likely to see.

She ripped off the condom, threw it to one side, and went to work on Dale's dick once more. Then it was my turn again, Jen pulling off his meat to feast on mine. Then back to him. Alternating many times. We stroked our saliva-laden dicks while waiting for our turn. I could feel his entire body tense up beside me. He was so close. As was I. With my dick already in her mouth, she opened wider to make room for his, stuffing as much cock into her mouth as she could. This was incredible. Our dicks were being sucked as one. I could feel his pulsing against mine. I could feel our ball sacs slapping together. I could feel the heat between our sweaty bodies as we pushed against each other to gain a better angle at her mouth. I wrapped my fingers around his, positioned behind her head. I felt his ass cheeks with my other hand. Then I felt his balls tense next to mine.

"Ahhhhh!" Her mouth filled with cum. My dick was swimming in D's jism! I let go. "Ohhhhh fuck!" One wad. Two wads. Three wads. I lost count. What a load. I was sure she could take anything, but not even she could handle the volume of cum produced by two virgin horny teens. The cum kept coming from both of us. It eventually gushed out of her mouth and down her chin. She was loving this. "Ohhh you nasty boys. Come on boys, give it all to me. Your both so sexy!"

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D emptied what must have been the entire contents of his balls into her mouth and practically collapsed onto me. I kept him on his feet while I milked the last of my cum from my dick, and Jen went to work on her cunt to finish herself off. It didn't take long. Within a few strokes of her clit, she toppled over the edge, screaming profanities to celebrate.

"You boys," she puffed, "were fucking awesome!" Dale was still down for the count, in a land far, far away. It was like he'd never climaxed before! Although I had to admit, this was a climax like no other. Never before had I shot a load as big, and the accompanying orgasm was something to savour. I helped D to my bed, and sat down beside him.

"I should go," Jen said, pulling on her clothes again. "I'll see you boys later." We could barely muster a goodbye. With a few minutes she was out the door. I lay back on one side of the bed, allowing room for D to lay next to me. I watched his dick slowly deflate out of the corner of my eye before closing both and resting.

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We must have been laying there for an hour. The alarm clock lit up the room with a 2:47am reading. Neither of us had slept. Only closed our eye lids and thought. I hadn't spoken a word to him since he left for dinner earlier in the evening. I finally broke the silence. "What are you thinking D," I said. He didn't answer. The silence was deafening. Finally he responded. "I'm thinking that for the last hour I've been laying on top of a second-hand rubber!" It was the perfect response. We cracked up.

"Come on bud," I said, slapping him on his bare stomach and bounding off the bed with what little energy I had left. I threw him a towel, picked up mine, and headed for the showers.

The room was empty. Not a naked student in sight. I picked a shower head over in the far corner, and stepped beneath the cold water. I stood motionless under the water, letting it wash away the warmth, and sweat, and sex. When I became too weary to stay on my feet, I slid down the wall and sat on the shower floor.

Dale spotted me when he walked in, and came over to the shower space next to mine. He turned it on before also sliding down the wall and sitting beside me.

"I've never seen this place empty," he said. "Yeah," I responded. More silence. Turning my body to face him I said what I thought I needed to say. "I'm sorry man. It was soo wrong. I don't know what I was doing. It's just." He turned to face me also. "It's ok, forget it." "Really?" I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Sure, what were you going to do dude. I understand. It just happened." After a long pause, "I guess I'm kinda glad you were there." "Really?" "Sure, Andy." "I'm glad I was there too," I said, giving his knee a squeeze with my other hand. He smiled.

I don't know if it was an accident or whether I had subconsciously planned it, but somehow my hand slipped off his knee and onto his pubic patch just above his cock. "Sorry man," I said, yanking my hand away as quickly as possible. I looked at the hand. There was quite a large wad of cum dripping off one of my fingers. "You'd better get yourself cleaned-up," I said with a smirk. He smiled.

He got to his feet and started soaping up his upper body. I just watched from behind. He swirled the bar of soap over his stomach and pecks. Then he truly shocked me. "Can you do my back Andrew," he said, handing the soap over his shoulder. "Fuck no man, I'm not touching any part of you unless there is fabric covering it!" At least, that's what any normal male would have said. I, of course, didn't. "Err.sure," I said, hiding my enthusiasm as best I could.

I took the bar of soap from his hand and placed it on his shoulders. In slow, big circles, I moved the soap across the breadth of his shoulders, up his neck, and down his back. Any further south was a definite no-go zone, but I thought, after tonight, I should be allowed access. Bypassing his ass, I cleaned up and down both his legs. Cleaning his inner thighs made him jump, but he remained silent.

Back to his ass. I soaped up his ass cheeks, then pushed the soap between them and cleaned his crack as thoroughly as I thought was necessary, and a little more. I removed the soap, and replaced it with a soapy finger. I found his ass hole and ran my finger around its perimeter. He shuddered again. But still no words. No obvious signs of objection. I knew I should've probably quit while I was ahead, but I'd come too far to stop now.

I reached between his legs and found his hairy nuts. As I gave them a gentle squeeze he opened his legs slightly to allow me easier access. I replaced my left hand with my soaped-up right. Reaching further up, I found his prick - relatively placid at this stage, but growing in statue by the second. As I wrapped my fingers around it, a small groan escaped his lips.

As difficult as my position was - my body pushed against his legs to gain better access - I did manage to get a decent hold on his tool. Placing my thumb down the length of his shaft on the underside, and wrapping my fingers over the top, I slowly began to stroke and massage his giant muscle. My thumb pressed on his knob, pumping more blood into his dick, as my palm and fingers slid up and down it's length aided by the soap. The warmth was incredible. I could feel it hardening in my hand. I could feel it pulsing. It was magic.

"Ahh Andy, I think my dick is clean now," he said, waking me from my dirty daydream. He was at full length. "Err.shit.right.sorry D," I stammered, pulling my hand back between his legs. My dick had hardened in sympathy, something I wasn't keen on sharing with Dale. I jumped up from the floor and went back to my shower space. I'd crossed the line. And since the first day I met D, that was something I promised myself I would never do. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I put my back to Dale and furiously began to think of people that would have a negative effect on my stiff prick.

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