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Christopher and I had known each other for about six years. He was the best friend I ever had, you know, the kind of friend you only make once in your lifetime. I have always considered Chris much better looking than me. He's 5'9", has dirty blond hair, green eyes and the looks that rival the ones of California surfers. Guess I'm always a little too hard on myself, although slim on my 5'10" frame, I have defined muscles that developed from years of hiking and biking. Over the years, we had traveled together, chased girls together, in other words, shared a lot. People around us often wondered why we were friends as we were very different at the surface; but deep inside we thought alike about a lot of things. Time went by and Chris left for college. He was now living 7 hours away but we kept in touch. He used to come home during holidays and I would visit him once or twice a year.

His college days were coming to an end and he had been offered a job at the other end of the country. We knew that it might be a long time before we could visit with each other again, so we planned for me to visit him before he got too busy with final papers and exams. So one Friday afternoon I hopped into my truck and started driving. I got there late that night, but we still made last call at the local bars and stumble our way home. Chris lived in a quad, which is a student residence with only 4 bedrooms per unit that one shares with same sex students. The atmosphere was pretty relaxed with four guys sharing the accommodations. When we got up the next morning, we made our way to the kitchen where two of his roommates, wearing only their boxers, were having breakfast. I had to admit it, I was turned on by all that skin before me. One of his roommates, Tim, had the body I wish I had. Six feet tall, muscular, nice male facial features an almost hairless torso and, from what I could see without obviously staring at his bulging boxers, a nice size appendage. I had never told Chris I was also attracted to guys, and had never acted upon it either. Even more reasons to be careful not to be obvious staring at Tim. We finished breakfast and got ready for our day. Chris took a shower while I read in his room. He came back and finished drying himself and unwrapped the towel from his waist and got dressed. I had often seen him naked over the years and we bugged each other about the size of our dicks, so it was no big deal if I stared a little. His uncut cock was a nice length and thick. I thought it would probably be a good 8 inches fully erect, and had fantasized about it in my mouth many times.

The rest of the day was uneventful. We read, went for a workout and then to a movie and drinks with friends. The next morning, I woke up a little stiff as I was sleeping on the floor in my sleeping bag. I got up, put a pair of Chris' sweat pant, half awake I did not feel like looking for my pants; his were right there. I went to the bathroom. When I got back, I sat on the edge of his bed and looked at his perfectly proportioned back as he laid on his stomach, still sleeping. He woke up, looked at me and we started to talk. As we were talking, he asked me for a favour, to massage his neck because it was hurting. I had massaged him before, having taken a massage workshop and Chris having a bad neck resulting from a car accident many years before. It was no big deal, although it would turn me on every time. I leaned over him and proceeded to massage his shoulder and neck. His neck was strong and his shoulder muscles perfectly firm. Needless to say, I always enjoyed giving him a massage. I proceeded to massage the rest of his back, inching my way down towards his ass. Chris was now relaxing and moaning lightly. My hands were massaging his back, and sometimes, my touch was gentler, more like a caress. I got to his waist. There is a couple of spots just above the buttocks where muscles meet that feel good when massaged. The elastic of his boxer shorts was thick and a little in the way. Again, I had massaged that area before, but for some reason, there was something different this time. Maybe it is because we knew it would be a long time before we spend time together again.

I grabbed the elastic and proceeded to move it down slightly out of the way as I had done on previous occasions. But this time, as I grabbed the elastic, he lifted his hips as to say, pull those shorts down. Gently I pulled his boxers down. They were now sitting around his thighs, just below his cheeks. Each buttock was beautifully rounded; I couldn't wait to put my hands on them. I massages his lower back, then proceeded to massage his butt. It was firm and smooth, with very little hair around his hole. I couldn't believe I was doing that, but didn't know how far to carry this massage. After all, as far as I knew, he was straight as an arrow and I did not want to jeopardize our friendship. I was careful to not put too much caressing and limit myself to the massage techniques I had learned. By this time, I was really hard and could feel my pre-cum in my briefs. I enjoyed the feel of his buttocks but started to move downwards. His shorts were again in the way and told him I was going to push them down further. In his relaxed state, he just whispered "sure".

His thighs were big and powerful. I stroke them each individually, from the base of his bum to the knees, back and forth until I was satisfied. Chris' calves were long and very firm. The mountain biking we enjoyed surely helped our calves grow to nice proportions. Again I massaged each of them and moved down to his ankles and feet. When I finished the last foot, I said that I was done. I was very turned on too, but did not want to show it. As he rolled and sat on the edge of the bed beside me, he thanked me for a great massage and noticed that I was wearing his sweat pants. I was not worried that my hard on would show too much, since I was wearing briefs and the sweat pants were loose. He had a "cool, you have my stuff on" look on his face. Things were to get more interesting than I ever imagined.

He was sitting beside me, naked with his boxers around his ankles. I looked in his direction and noticed that his dick was slightly swollen, and his foreskin was pulled back a little bit, exposing most of his glands. I had never seen Chris' glands, as his foreskin was always covering it all those times I had seen him naked. He noticed I had looked at him, and when our eyes met, there was a connection between us; one of those moments that lasts only a fraction of a second where one has to act immediately or nothing comes of it and you wonder for the rest of your life what could of happened. As he looked at me with a slight smile on his face and was about to end the moment by getting up, I put my right hand on his thigh and place my left hand behind his neck as I kissed him on the lips. I could see, after this short kiss, that he was surprised but not upset. We looked at each other for a few seconds. I was a little worried that I had unveiled myself and maybe damage our friendship. At the same time, I trusted Chris to be a true friend that would understand.

As these thoughts were racing through my mind, Chris moved his head closer to mine and returned the kiss. My hands started to wonder up and down his thighs until I caressed his dick that was growing with a furry. The moment I had fantasized for years was finally happening. His cock was just as I imagined it, at least 8 inches and thick! We continued to kiss and run our hands all over each other's bodies. I pulled away, took the sweat pant off to reveal my almost 8 inch hard rod. A quick comparison allowed us to conclude that we were about the same size. Leaning back onto the bed I positioned myself on top of his body such that our rods would touch and rub against each other. Our hands were everywhere, I liked feeling his facial features and running my hand through his hair and shoulders. Chris would run his hands on my back and squeeze my ass. It wasn't very long before my cock started throbbing. I moaned in satisfaction and he did the same. My cock exploded and my load came out between us. It was only a few seconds before he did the same. I could feel his warm juice flow out and bonding us.

We stayed immobile for a while until we regained our senses. There was one thing though I still wanted and had dreamed about to play with his dick. I moved myself downward caressing his hairless torso. In front of me now, was his cock, as relaxed as we were. I took it in my hands and started fondling it. His balls were so soft and bigger than mine. I held them in one hand, kissing them as I ran my other hand along his dick that was starting to wake up. Before long, his shaft was in all its glory again. I kissed it, tasting our cum that had started to dry out. I let my saliva drool onto it. After a few minutes of doing that, I inserted Chris' dick in my mouth. What a mouthful it was! I was enjoying every inch of his manhood as he started moaning and caressing my head with his hands. I pulled away to have another good look and to taste his balls again. I then kissed and licked the under tip of his rod sending him closer to orgasm. Slowly I put my lips around his shaft and guided it in my mouth as far as I could, back and forth, striking it with my hand at the same. I felt his dick swelling and Chris started to thrust his hips and moan. Suddenly, a blast of cum came out. I pulled away and watched as spurts after spurts came out violently. One even reached my face. The expression on his face was awesome. He looked so content and happy that we had done what we had thought about secretly for many years.

I knelt between his legs so that my balls were touching his and proceeded to jack myself of. As I was playing with myself, he caressed my thighs and butt with his feet, seemingly enjoying the show. Needless to say it did not take very long for me to shoot my load all over his stomach again. We both smiled but never said a word. Again I lied down beside him, our naked bodies touching and rested for a few minutes. We looked at the clock and realized that I was over an hour late to pick up some friends I promised a ride home to. Chris got up and took a shower while I packed my things. When he was done, it was my turn to jumped in the shower. When I came back into the room, he was still naked and he smiled at me again as he grabbed a clean pair of boxers.

He walked me to my truck, we said our good-byes that weren't much different than usual: "Hey man, was good to see you, drive safe, - I will". To this day, Chris and I are still close and phone each other regularly. We both got married, and both have baby girls. I only saw Chris once since then. It was recently. We ran into each other by chance in an airport, rushing to catch connecting flights. We had a quick coffee before going our separate ways. We have never talked about that morning, but I could tell by the look in his eyes at the airport that he will never forget it either. Who knows, maybe one day!