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.