Bisexual Experience With Best Friend Dale During College 4

"It's ok Andrew," he said, reassuringly, moving up behind me. I turned to face him, after which he put his hands out and brought me into a bear hug. I wrapped my hands around his back and held his naked body against mine. I couldn't help but notice his soapy dick had not died any. It was wedged up against mine, sandwiched between our stomachs. I felt his hot breath on my shoulder. I could have held him forever.

He pulled away, put I kept hold of his head. I reached up and tucked one of his golden locks behind his ear. He looked perfect. I gazed deep into the pits of his eyes. He leaned in. It was all the provocation I needed. I planted my lips on his. Fireworks. I'd done some pretty amazing things that night, but none compared for intimacy, emotion and pure pleasure than this. And through a potent mix of alcohol, adrenelin and testosterone surging through his body, I knew Dale was enjoying it too.

I'd never felt closer to him than this moment. Physically, sure, we were as one almost. But emotionally, we were on a whole new level. This was not feminine in any way. We held each other firmly in our strong arms. Our manhood throbbed against each other. Our tongues fiercely wrestled for supremacy in our mouths. This was the most normal, natural, manly thing I'd ever done. It just felt so right.

I left his mouth and journeyed to his neck, kissing and licking every step I took. I kissed down his neck and onto his chest, making scheduled stops at each of his hard, pink nipples. The more he groaned, the harder I nibbled and suckled on them. Further south. To his navel, rimming it with the tip of my tongue. I grabbed his rock-hard prick with my right hand, and cupped his testes in my left. "Do you really want this Dale," I asked, looking up at him. He nodded.

My mind rushed back to earlier that evening. Jennifer was such a cock-sucking god, I didn't want to disappoint him. I wanted to give him the best feeling he's ever had. I wanted him to love it, and love me for doing it.

I reached around his body, grabbed his ass, and pushed him towards me. I took in his head. My senses were in overdrive - the look, taste, touch and smell just perfect. I pushed him in deeper. I was determined to take him down my throat with the ease at which his girlfriend did earlier. I surprised myself by doing just that. I had him all, every inch of the seven. My nose rested in his pubes. The smell was intoxicating, a musty, sweaty, cummy, Dale smell. "Someone should bottle this," I thought to myself.

After catching my breath, I began bobbing up and down on his rod. I tongued his knob as it descended each time. I cradled his balls with one hand, while massaging his ass cheeks with the other. I gave him everything I had, and more. I glanced upwards to see that same look of contentment, satisfaction, and pure joy. Except this time it was my lips around his most delicate organ. I was pleasuring him in this most sacred, intimate, erotic way.

With his hips now moving in time with my head, I knew he was close to exploding. I reached between his ass cheeks and slipped a finger into his tight boy hole. I felt his ring clamp down on my digit, and his balls tense in my hand. Before I could come to terms with what was about to happen, he erupted.

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With the phrase, "Ohhh Andy" as a warning, my mouth filled with his hot molten lava. It flowed freely into my mouth, some down my throat, some down my chin. What a feast! It was warm and salty and sticky. Best of all, it was produced by the boy standing in front of me, and I was the one that brought it to the surface. He pumped his dick into me until it was fresh out of ammunition. I took it out of my mouth and kissed it passionately, all over. I got to my feet and did the same thing with his face. "I love you D." "I love you too Andrew."

"We don't have to tell anyone about this, do we Andrew," he said, making sure it sounded more of a statement than a question. "Nope," I said. We were sitting on the floor of the shower once again. "It's not like it means anything, right?" "Hey!" I protested. "No Andy, you know what I mean, it means something, but it doesn't mean.." "Yeah D, I know." "We probably shouldn't have done it Andy." "Probably not." "I like girls, Andy." "Yep, I know D." "Of course, it doesn't mean we couldn't do it again, right?" I reached over and pushed his wet hair out of his face. I looked into his eyes and smiled.

The next morning I was woken by my usual morning hard-on. Except this morning, my best friend Dale was on the end of it. He said he owed me. What a man! The following week I gave myself to him completely. He was so sweet and gentle. It was the highlight of my life.

Dale still sees girls, and I still see Dale with girls. But it doesn't bother me as much any more. Because I know nothing can replace what D and I have.

You couldn't ask for a better best friend than my bud Dale.

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