Turning My Best Friend Gay…PART 3

By now, Mike was consuming my mind sexually. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved to look at women, but when it came to thinking about sex and masturbating my mind was typically focused on him. Occasionally I would think about other friends if I had spent time with them, mainly my friend Dave. Interestingly enough, Dave and I talked about sex all the time as well, almost exactly like Mike and I had done to begin with. We watched a little porn together, but never beat off while we watched. One night when measuring each other’s boners I thought it was going to lead to somewhere, but it didn’t. Whenever it would start to go that way, we would not see each other for a few days. Of course, during those days I was spending my time with Mike, and our adventures continued to progress, which kept my mind on him most of the time. Our fun was still limited to our beat off sessions. During the day, you would never know what we did at night or that I craved my best friend’s cock.

I recall a trip to Kansas City one fall during college. There were 4 of us to a room for the week, and a big dance everyone was pumped up about, including myself. I was pumped up for the opportunity to stay in though, and hoped I could get Mike to do the same. I hinted that I didn’t feel that great, thinking he would want to stay in to keep me company. However, he went to the dance, but this also gave me the chance to release 4 days of the frustration of not being able to beat off or anything with the other guys in the room. I had been sleeping in the same bed as Mike, swimming in the hotel pool with him, and just in general seeing his sexy body everywhere we went for 4 days. I noticed a pair of his boxers on the floor. I instantly went hard! I picked them up, laid in our bed, and imagined him there with me. As I buried my face into the crotch of the boxers my mind went to fucking his smooth, round, perfect ass. My hands on his shoulders, pulling him into me, reaching around and pulling on his hard raging cock. I couldn’t hold back…I came harder than I ever had up to that point. It was and still is probably the best masturbation I have ever had. But in the process I had completely soaked his boxers as I imagined blowing my load deep inside of him. Now I was in panic mode. I placed them over the air conditioner of our room. After a couple of hours, I took them off of there only to find them completely crusted. I wadded them up a bit, now realizing there was nothing else that could really be done. I tossed them back to the floor where I found them. Would he realize I had cum all over his underwear? If he did, he never said…but maybe he did know and that is what drove him to do the unexpected a couple of weeks later after we got home.

It seemed like we continued our routine a few times a week of driving out in the hills for our nightly stroking session. By now, every time we went we were sucking each other’s cocks. I would still get to stroke him until he came every now and then when he would let me, and of course savor a bit of a taste of cum when he wasn’t looking. What I did notice however was that it seemed like we were pushing what we were doing a little further every time. We usually beat off a bit before someone spoke up with those sweet words “do you want to suck it a little”? But now as soon as we were hard it was being said. Instead of switching off as frequently, we were sucking each other much longer. There was a lot more body kissing, licking nipples, hands roaming across bodies, and pressing against each other. As we got more and more comfortable, we cared less and less about clothes. As soon as sucking was mentioned, jeans were on the floor and shirts were off. I loved how he would hang his neck chains on my mirror as well. The moonlight glistened off of his tan, smooth body. As he sucked me, I was in pure ecstasy as I gazed at his body and felt my way around his hard chest and smooth ass. I did not want to hold back any more, but knew I had to or I might scare him off. Then a drunken night threw that all out the window.

I was hammered! We had been out drinking with friends in another town, and we were staying with family of mine while we were there. I knew we were going to be late and most likely drunk, so I conveniently arranged to stay out in their camping trailer in their driveway, where my real intent was for us to be alone. We had claimed separate beds earlier, but when we came into the trailer we both wound up on the master bed. Mike told me that he was so horny from being around Jennifer all night (who was a stunning, long legged blonde). As I was rubbing my cock through my pants, he slid his off and went right to beating off as he stared at me. I followed suit, but I stripped everything (like I said, I was hammered)! Mike didn’t even ask…he moved over to me, leaned down, brushed my hand back and took me into his mouth.