Experience by:@_fSp_PedroCategory: Experience Date: 21/03/22 Summer of 2019. I was sitting on a terrace of a bar in Malasaña with my friends when, suddenly, I heard a familiar voice. I turned my head and couldn't believe it: it was David, there, sitting two tables away. I met David in high school. I have to confess that at first I couldn't stand him: during the first days of class, I really disliked him and we had no contact. Our relationship started when a teacher, clever he was, asked us to write on a list the names of classmates we didn't want to sit next to. And me, being slow and a bit silly, put his name. Obviously, the next day we were desk to desk.
The first few days were a bit awkward and we hardly spoke to each other.
Little by little, we started chatting about class topics, our hobbies, our lives, making jokes and laughing. He became my best friend before I even realized it. I have always been extremely introverted, and with him, I was able to open up completely and be myself in no time.
During those high school years, we had an incredible friendship. We did everything together: from meeting to play video games, to going out partying (he was the one who convinced me to have my first beer!). Staying over at each other's houses, in his house or mine, was common. But, as unfortunately tends to happen, all good things come to an end.
After high school, it was time for college, and it was time to part ways: he went to study in Madrid, while I headed to Andalusia. The first year we always managed to meet up, but gradually, our friendship cooled off.
And it got worse when he went abroad, with no set return date. Our relationship seemed to have ended there.
Years went by. I have to admit that, in a way, I forgot about him. A new group of friends, relationships that came and went, and work responsibilities made the memories of those days sink deeper and deeper into my memory. And then, in 2019, summer, having a drink on a terrace.
I got up from the table and went towards him. He had changed a bit from the last time I saw him, but it was him.
-Hello, David?
He turned his head and looked at me. We looked at each other. Our faces lit up with a happy smile and we hugged, almost crying at the reunion.
In just a few days, we were even closer friends than before. Intimate, inseparable, accomplices, and, why not say it, a bit mischievous with each other. Two weeks after reuniting, we were already talking about sharing an apartment, and a month and a half later, we were moving in.
Living with him was great, we had no problems adapting, and the extreme trust we had made us very comfortable with each other. It didn't take us long to be comfortably chatting for hours in our underwear; there was no modesty in the bathroom and one could be showering while the other brushed their teeth without a problem; and there were even times when we slept together after watching a movie in bed peacefully. But we did all this without any connotation beyond a deep friendship. Even so, it seemed clear what the next step in our relationship was going to be.
One day I returned home from work quite early. I could hear David in his room and greeted him from the door, without getting a response. It surprised me a bit, so I went to his bedroom. I found him completely naked, with headphones on, porn on the laptop, and casually jerking off. Honestly, I found the scene amusing. - Dude! - I said - You look good!
He turned towards me and got scared. Not because I caught him jerking off, but simply because he didn't expect to see me there, because as soon as he saw me, half laughing at him, he laughed too and continued what he was doing, saying:
- Dude, I found a really good video and couldn't resist. And I didn't expect you so soon!
- I left work a bit early today, if I had known I would have warned you. What's the video about?
I was still leaning on the door frame, as if nothing was happening. He looked at me, looked at the laptop, and, without saying anything, got up. He walked past me and went to the living room with the laptop, naked and with a hard-on. He connected the computer to the TV and sat on the couch, starting to jerk off slowly again.
- Dude, come, let's watch it.
I sat down next to him as if it was the most natural thing. The video was quite exciting, I have to admit, and I didn't take long to get excited too. Without saying anything, I started undressing, thinking it wasn't necessary to ask for permission or wait for an invitation. Soon, we were both completely naked, jerking off, with the confidence that characterized us.
Occasionally, we looked at each other and smiled, commenting on a scene from the video. But the comments became more personal:
"- Wow, your dick is really wet. It's so damn hard.
- How do you manage to have such big balls?
- Look, grab your dick like this and you'll see how good it feels." Those were some of the phrases that could be heard.
Little by little, we had reclined on the couch, getting closer. We were pressed against each other, sweating, jerking off calmly. We were happy.
Finally, we forgot about the video and were jerking off while chatting and commenting on each other's moves. Until David said the phrase that led to everything else:
- I think mine is bigger.
We teased each other, as all friends do over any nonsense.
- No way - I said - Yours seems bigger because you shave it all off and I just trim mine, but mine is bigger.
- Yeah yeah, sure. Can't you see that when we grip it from the base, mine sticks out more?
-Hahaha, but that's because your hand is smaller than mine!
-Yes, of course! Let's see.
And he grabbed my dick. From the base, without moving it, to see how much it stuck out. I was surprised by the move and let out a small sigh, almost a moan.
-It's true, with my hand, now yours seems bigger than before, but I still win.
-Get out of here - I said, removing his hand from my dick - Let's do this properly, stand up.
We stood up, looking at each other, with our dicks pointing at each other. We approached and pressed them together. The bastard beat me by less than a centimeter.
-There! See? I told you I would win. He tried to move away from me, but I didn't let him.
-That's because it's gone down a bit. Wait and see.
From that moment on, we forgot about the size. I grabbed both dicks, pointing them both upwards, and, rubbing our heads together, I started jerking them off. He was slightly bigger, but mine was dripping much more. It was enough to lubricate both while I jerked them off.
Our gazes alternated between looking at each other's faces or dicks. I started jerking off harder and we couldn't help but let out moans.
-Uff, David, dude, this feels so good. Sit down.
I slowed down the pace and we went to the couch. David sat down, not knowing what I was going to do. I sat on top of him, looking at him, bringing our hard dicks back together. I grabbed him, hugged him, pressing our bodies together, and started moving my hips, rubbing our lubricated members.
We kept moaning loudly, my hips moving faster and faster.
-Dude, I'm gonna cum... - David said.
Hearing that got me even more excited.
-Me too, dude. I started moving faster and faster. We moaned like never before. The precum and sweat helped everything to slide in the best possible way. Suddenly, David shouted.
-Uuuff, dude...
His cum gushed out. I felt it, hot, watering our bodies, spreading quickly over us thanks to the friction. My dick was bathed in his cum, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I held onto his neck and back as I shouted. I came like I've never come before. My cum mixed with his, sticky, bathing us in cum as I gradually stopped moving.
I stood still for a couple of minutes as our breathing returned to normal. I finally separated. Threads of cum connected our bodies. We looked at each other, smiled, and burst into laughter.
-Hahaha, oh man, dude, look at us!
-Well, that's how it goes. But let's get rid of this, it smells like cum.
-Yeah, dude. I'm getting some tissues.
-Hahaha, I think I'm going straight to the shower.
-That's true too.
We got up and headed to the shower. It was one of those moments where we didn't need to say we were going to shower together, we just did. We joked, laughed, soaped each other's backs, got soap in our eyes, ...
After getting out of the shower, I was drying off when I saw David staring at me, looking a bit more serious. He came up to me and, without saying anything, hugged me.
-I love you, dude.
I understood perfectly that David had expressed with those three words what we had both felt for a long time. And it wasn't a romantic "I love you." It was a demonstration of a deep friendship that had reached its peak.
I smiled and hugged him back.
-I love you too, David
Summer of 2019. I was sitting on a terrace of a bar in Malasaña with my friends when, suddenly, I heard a familiar voice. I turned my head and couldn't believe it: it was David, there, sitting two tables away. 
I met David in high school. I have to confess that at first I couldn't stand him: during the first days of class, I really disliked him and we had no contact. Our relationship started when a teacher, clever he was, asked us to write on a list the names of classmates we didn't want to sit next to. And me, being slow and a bit silly, put his name. Obviously, the next day we were desk to desk.
The first few days were a bit awkward and we hardly spoke to each other.
Little by little, we started chatting about class topics, our hobbies, our lives, making jokes and laughing. He became my best friend before I even realized it. I have always been extremely introverted, and with him, I was able to open up completely and be myself in no time.
During those high school years, we had an incredible friendship. We did everything together: from meeting to play video games, to going out partying (he was the one who convinced me to have my first beer!). Staying over at each other's houses, in his house or mine, was common. But, as unfortunately tends to happen, all good things come to an end.
After high school, it was time for college, and it was time to part ways: he went to study in Madrid, while I headed to Andalusia. The first year we always managed to meet up, but gradually, our friendship cooled off.
And it got worse when he went abroad, with no set return date. Our relationship seemed to have ended there.
Years went by. I have to admit that, in a way, I forgot about him. A new group of friends, relationships that came and went, and work responsibilities made the memories of those days sink deeper and deeper into my memory. And then, in 2019, summer, having a drink on a terrace.
I got up from the table and went towards him. He had changed a bit from the last time I saw him, but it was him.
-Hello, David?
He turned his head and looked at me. We looked at each other. Our faces lit up with a happy smile and we hugged, almost crying at the reunion.
In just a few days, we were even closer friends than before. Intimate, inseparable, accomplices, and, why not say it, a bit mischievous with each other. Two weeks after reuniting, we were already talking about sharing an apartment, and a month and a half later, we were moving in.
Living with him was great, we had no problems adapting, and the extreme trust we had made us very comfortable with each other. It didn't take us long to be comfortably chatting for hours in our underwear; there was no modesty in the bathroom and one could be showering while the other brushed their teeth without a problem; and there were even times when we slept together after watching a movie in bed peacefully. But we did all this without any connotation beyond a deep friendship. Even so, it seemed clear what the next step in our relationship was going to be.
One day I returned home from work quite early. I could hear David in his room and greeted him from the door, without getting a response. It surprised me a bit, so I went to his bedroom. I found him completely naked, with headphones on, porn on the laptop, and casually jerking off. Honestly, I found the scene amusing. 
- Dude! - I said - You look good!
He turned towards me and got scared. Not because I caught him jerking off, but simply because he didn't expect to see me there, because as soon as he saw me, half laughing at him, he laughed too and continued what he was doing, saying:
- Dude, I found a really good video and couldn't resist. And I didn't expect you so soon!
- I left work a bit early today, if I had known I would have warned you. What's the video about?
I was still leaning on the door frame, as if nothing was happening. He looked at me, looked at the laptop, and, without saying anything, got up. He walked past me and went to the living room with the laptop, naked and with a hard-on. He connected the computer to the TV and sat on the couch, starting to jerk off slowly again.
- Dude, come, let's watch it.
I sat down next to him as if it was the most natural thing. The video was quite exciting, I have to admit, and I didn't take long to get excited too. Without saying anything, I started undressing, thinking it wasn't necessary to ask for permission or wait for an invitation. Soon, we were both completely naked, jerking off, with the confidence that characterized us.
Occasionally, we looked at each other and smiled, commenting on a scene from the video. But the comments became more personal:
"- Wow, your dick is really wet. It's so damn hard.
- How do you manage to have such big balls?
- Look, grab your dick like this and you'll see how good it feels." 
Those were some of the phrases that could be heard.
Little by little, we had reclined on the couch, getting closer. We were pressed against each other, sweating, jerking off calmly. We were happy.
Finally, we forgot about the video and were jerking off while chatting and commenting on each other's moves. Until David said the phrase that led to everything else:
- I think mine is bigger.
We teased each other, as all friends do over any nonsense.
- No way - I said - Yours seems bigger because you shave it all off and I just trim mine, but mine is bigger.
- Yeah yeah, sure. Can't you see that when we grip it from the base, mine sticks out more?
-Hahaha, but that's because your hand is smaller than mine!
-Yes, of course! Let's see.
And he grabbed my dick. From the base, without moving it, to see how much it stuck out. I was surprised by the move and let out a small sigh, almost a moan.
-It's true, with my hand, now yours seems bigger than before, but I still win.
-Get out of here - I said, removing his hand from my dick - Let's do this properly, stand up.
We stood up, looking at each other, with our dicks pointing at each other. We approached and pressed them together. The bastard beat me by less than a centimeter.
-There! See? I told you I would win. He tried to move away from me, but I didn't let him.
-That's because it's gone down a bit. Wait and see.
From that moment on, we forgot about the size. I grabbed both dicks, pointing them both upwards, and, rubbing our heads together, I started jerking them off. He was slightly bigger, but mine was dripping much more. It was enough to lubricate both while I jerked them off.
Our gazes alternated between looking at each other's faces or dicks. I started jerking off harder and we couldn't help but let out moans.
-Uff, David, dude, this feels so good. Sit down.
I slowed down the pace and we went to the couch. David sat down, not knowing what I was going to do. I sat on top of him, looking at him, bringing our hard dicks back together. I grabbed him, hugged him, pressing our bodies together, and started moving my hips, rubbing our lubricated members.
We kept moaning loudly, my hips moving faster and faster.
-Dude, I'm gonna cum... - David said.
Hearing that got me even more excited.
-Me too, dude. 
I started moving faster and faster. We moaned like never before. The precum and sweat helped everything to slide in the best possible way. Suddenly, David shouted.
-Uuuff, dude...
His cum gushed out. I felt it, hot, watering our bodies, spreading quickly over us thanks to the friction. My dick was bathed in his cum, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I held onto his neck and back as I shouted. I came like I've never come before. My cum mixed with his, sticky, bathing us in cum as I gradually stopped moving.
I stood still for a couple of minutes as our breathing returned to normal. I finally separated. Threads of cum connected our bodies. We looked at each other, smiled, and burst into laughter.
-Hahaha, oh man, dude, look at us!
-Well, that's how it goes. But let's get rid of this, it smells like cum.
-Yeah, dude. I'm getting some tissues.
-Hahaha, I think I'm going straight to the shower.
-That's true too.
We got up and headed to the shower. It was one of those moments where we didn't need to say we were going to shower together, we just did. We joked, laughed, soaped each other's backs, got soap in our eyes, ...
After getting out of the shower, I was drying off when I saw David staring at me, looking a bit more serious. He came up to me and, without saying anything, hugged me.
-I love you, dude.
I understood perfectly that David had expressed with those three words what we had both felt for a long time. And it wasn't a romantic "I love you." It was a demonstration of a deep friendship that had reached its peak.
I smiled and hugged him back.
-I love you too, David