Or perhaps Mark is ‘hot,’ but his hotness is masked by that of his best friend. Kenneth stands at 6 foot 3 with dark brown hair that wave suavely on his perfectly shaped skull and chiseled yet smooth face. His blues eyes are deep, but not too deep, and they some sort of magnetic field that prevented those who saw them from looking away. His nose slants so perfectly, without any awkward bumps. His lips would not only make people think about kissing them, but actually fight the competition who also want to get a feel for his lips. His smile at his most charming would make anyone fluster or collapse in pure ecstasy. Then there is his body. He is indeed muscular, but definitely not bulky. It is hard to look at his body and not think of malicious things to do that perfection: bite his hard but tender pectorals, scratch all over his abs that did not look one curl-up too much, use his powerful legs as a humping post, electrocute him to see all his muscles contract. There is no doubt he the hottest guy at college, but many people would gladly argue that he was also the hottest guy in the world.

The friendship of Mark and Kenneth started out pretty simple. Mark helped Kenneth with the homework all throughout school, and so Kenneth felt obliged to offer him an adjacent seat for Mark during lunch. As they grew older, they grew apart because they had less and less things in common. Kenneth joined sports team, and Mark just sat and watches him while doing homework. Mark read the newspaper and kept up with current issues, and Kenneth read fitness magazines to work on his body. But they kept their friendship because during the summer, Mark and Kenneth would go to the beach and swim with many of other of Kenneth’s friends, most of whom were sports jocks, many of whom were on the football team that Kenneth dominated.

Swimming was Mark’s only association with sports. Kenneth often invited Mark to do a lot of things with him and the jocks, but swimming was the only thing Mark ever agreed to do willingly. Sometimes Kenneth would stop by Mark’s house with his ‘followers’ and drag the geekier boy out of his house to party or go clubbing. Sometimes Mark gave in, but most of the times, he said he was busy and politely shut the door.

Mark missed those times in elementary school when Kenneth and he would do stuff together, just the two of them, without those other guys. He wished and longed for those days to return. But now Kenneth was well established as the most popular guy in school, so it was impossible to find him by himself.

No one can remember a time when Kenneth did not have a girlfriend or a fuck-buddy. The more people he slept with, the more people talked about his amazing ability in bed, and consequently, the more people wanted to sleep with him. His reputation was so incredible that he had claimed four of the younger teachers from high school under his ever growing list of people he’s done it with.

Mark was also cute enough to have very little trouble finding someone who was interested in him. He had three relatively long relationships with some very pretty girls in his middle and high school years, but he never seemed interested in many of the guys. People thought it was strange of him to be completely heterosexual, but in reality, Mark’s attraction for Kenneth buried his lesser attraction for the other male students.

Kenneth loved to accept challenges, and he usually won those challenges. He had slept with people whom he felt was far too ugly to exist. He’s challenged himself to beat all the school’s weightlifting records, and he beat them all by a mile. He had also been challenge to never curse, and so far, he’s kept it. He’s even accepted to take the passive position with another jock and even had to suck one of them, and so he temporarily threw away his ego and did allowed one of ‘followers’ to use him. But his current challenge was giving him a great deal of difficulty.

Story told by Mark:

Kenneth had accepted the challenge of attracting one of the harder-to-get girls at school. In Kenneth fashion, he made the most of the challenge by choosing the hardest-to-get of them all, Lacy Heart, the daughter of a catholic priest with strict morals. The problem was not because he could not get her to succumb to his charm, but because he could not have sex with anyone else until after he successfully completed his challenge. So Kenneth resorted to masturbation for the three months he was chasing after her, but masturbation was highly unsatisfying, and only made him more frustrated when he was finished. Lacy Heart lived right next door to me, so I was happy to see Kenneth more often in the last few months. I would sit on his patio to study in the cool early-evening air and would listen in on the conversation Kenneth had with his girlfriend and her parents. I could tell the parents did not like Kenneth at first because they had certainly heard his name all over town. But soon the parents were broken down with his charm and heart-melting smile and had finally accepted him as their daughter’s boyfriend.

“Tonight’s the night.” Kenneth said in class one day.
“What?” asked the jocks.
“Her parents are gonna be out of town.” Kenneth said excitedly, “I know she’s been wanting to get into my pants Kenneth Johnson for at least a month now. But her parents won’t let me take her out anywhere, always makes sure they’re in the same room with me and her. But now I won’t get to see their faces for another four days. I’m pretty sure when I get to her house tonight, she’s already naked waiting for me.”
“Why are her parents out of town?” one of the jocks asked.
“I don’t know. Recruiting some more flocks?” Kenneth said. “Anyways, Mark, you’re gonna be hearing lot of thumping and moaning tonight.”
“I’ll look forward to putting in earplugs,” I joked, but below the table I was getting a hardon just thinking about it.

It’s no big secret that I am in love with Kenneth and everything about him since I first knew about love. Just imagining the sound of the bed thumbing against the wall, his manly moan, and most of all, his sex faces always makes me get hard.

There were many times when I could have gotten a taste of what it feels like to be fucked my handsome stud, but it was never in a perfect situation. In high school after PE class, the jocks would always shower together, and after an especially hard work-out, they would help each other release their growing tension. I was definitely turned on by the mass male orgy, and I could have easily joined in the fun, but I didn’t. I wanted Kenneth desperately, but I was only willing to offer myself for Kenneth. But I did not want Kenneth to be fucking someone else right after he fuck me, nor did I want to give myself up to anyone besides Kenneth.

There was actually a time when I could have had Kenneth all for myself, but nothing great came out of that night. Kenneth and his jocks had convinced me to go out and party. Soon, everyone was drunk, except for me, and so I was in charge of bringing them home. When I had dropped off all the other jocks, I drove to Kenneth to his house.

I helped the drunken gorgeous man out of the car and up the driveway and into the house and into his room. I laid the stud on his bed. Then I remembered that Kenneth went under the beer shower for one of those stupid drinking games. I went out of the room and into the bathroom to find a clean hand towel. When I found one, I soaked it under the faucet and squeezed out some of the water before going back to his bedroom. I laughed lightly, finding my best friend laying in an uncomfortable position…that was if he was sober enough to feel discomfort.

I moved the body of the hot boy into a more comfortable position and began unbuttoning his shirt. The more buttons I unhooked, the more I felt his cock twitch under my pants. I gently moved Kenneth to slip the shirt from under his back. Then I unzipped his jeans and carefully pulled them down. By now, I had a full hard-on as I examined the hunk’s phenomenal body which was now only covered by boxer shorts. I placed the wet towel on the hunk’s chest and started wiping his body, his nipples, his stomach, his neck, his arms and hands, almost every square inch it that I could get too. I gently moved Kenneth to lie on his side, and now cleaned I cleaned his back which were lined with a beautiful maze of muscle. Next, I began to scrub his amazingly well-proportioned somewhat hairy legs.

When he was done with his lower limb, I decided whether or not to wash his pelvis area as well. A few moments later, Kenneth’s boxer short was off his waist, and I sighed deeply while staring at the most beautiful cock in the world. It was surrounded by sparse pubic hair and two nice, tight set of scrotum holding two golden dollar coin sized balls. Resisting the urge to do something drastic, I continued to wipe, and then flipped Kenneth over. I stared in amazement at his perfectly shaped, toned gluteus maximus. It was not like I had never seen him completely naked before, but this was the first time I had had the chance to freely touch his body like this.

Kenneth’s body was hard all around, but not the type of hardness that felt like bricks, but the type of hardness that felt like clay, strong but yielding to the touch. My mouth watered, imagining that I was laying on top of his best friend’s back and thrusting up into his ass, but I quickly shook that out of my head. And I replaced them with what I was more interested in: him thrusting up into me.
I laid Kenneth back supinely. And I sat on a chair, staring at the perfect body. I wanted so much to be able to give my one and only man the pleasure of his lifetime. I wanted to suck him till he exploded all over my face; I wanted to offer Kenneth all the holes in his body so he could use as he pleased. But that’s all I did that night: sit and imagine. I knew it was not the perfect situation to offer myself for Kenneth because Kenneth would not remember the night.

Back to the real story: I was at home, doing homework on the front porch. I could see Kenneth’s red truck drive up and stopped at Lacy’s house at 7 o’clock. Kenneth got out the car and, with the smile on his face as always, waved to me. I thought he was looking even better than he usually looks, which seemed very hard to do because he already looks perfect even at his worst of days. Kenneth walked up to the porch and soon disappeared inside the house.

I tried to focus on my homework, but I could not help but feel jealous that Lacy would finally get the chance to see what it was like to make love with the best lover in the world. Two hours passed and I was laying in my room, the door locked, on the bed and pull down my pants and started beating my cock, imagining what Kenneth was doing to her, what position they were in, how long Kenneth was sustaining, how did he moan, how much was he making her moan, what his face looks like as he thrust, and what it looks like when he finally came, and what it looked like when he surprised her by continuing on for hours and hours. Just as I was about to release, the doorbell rang. I would have continued and let my parents get the door, but then I heard Kenneth’s voice. I jumped off the bed and pulled up my pants and ran out to the living room.

Kenneth was not smiling when I saw him standing at the foyer. His face had lost all its charm, but he still looked handsome. I invited him to go to my room, and Kenneth followed me with a fuming face.
When I closed the door, Kenneth started yellling, “They tricked me. They fucking tricked me.”
“Whoa, you just cursed.”
“I don’t fucking care. They tricked me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Her parents, they were hiding in the house. They were testing me to see if I would do anything to their daughter. Of course I’m gonna do something to their daughter. I’ve been waiting for three damn months to do it. I had to sit with her and talk about stupid shit for a whole hour and a half before she would even kiss me. So we were kissing for a good ten minutes, and I was all…still am…fucking horny. I took off my clothes and I helped her take off her clothes and then her parents ran out and yelled and threw me out. Fucking, damn it. I’m so fucking hard, still.”

“Is there any way I could help?” I asked him. It was not by far the perfect situation to offer myself for him, but I was also very hard still.
“What?” Kenneth asked, “I thought you only liked girls.”
I shook head, “The only reason I go out with girl is because there are no guys as good as you.”
“You know this won’t mean anything, right?” Kenneth asked, “I’m just needing a tight hole to spill myself.”
“Yeah, I know.”

Kenneth’s shirt flew off his body and he kicked off his jeans and shoes and jumped out of his boxer shorts in ten seconds flat, and he charged at my naked body with his 9 inch javelin. My eight inches rubbed against his and he took me roughly in his arms, and I moved my head forward to lock lips with him for a short time (two seconds or so). He pushed me onto the bed, effectively breaking off the kiss. He got on the bed and lifted my legs up and tossed them over his shoulder. I said I had lube, but he said he didn’t want to use it. And with that, he penetrated me all at once, and I couldn’t help but scream because it was so sudden and so much at the same time. He pulled almost all 9 inches of his manhood out and thrust forward again, and I winced and scream some more as I felt my core being burned, not with fire but with acid.

As he continued to piston in and out of my cylinder with full force, grunting and cursing, and claiming my arse was the tightest he’s ever fuck. I told him that I was saving it for him, and he continued to thrust harder and faster. The pain quickly went away and was replaced by the most wonderful tingling sensation I have ever felt deep in my core. I closed my eyes and was sent to a world of paradise where only he and I existed. With each passing second in paradise, his thick, long monster pummeled me, sending shockwaves down my spine.

My arms were now thoughtlessly grazing his hard pecs and arms. Then I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to do what I’ve always wanted to do if he made love to me…too see his beautiful face contort in the sexiest way. So I opened my eyes and saw what I’ve always wanted to see, his face in ecstasy. And his grunts excited me further, knowing my body was the one doing this to him.

All of these factors built upon each other, and I could not help but release my first batch of semen, squirting it all over his amazing statuesque chest. But the sensation never slowed down; it only continued to build up like an upsidedown pyramid that grew taller and wider with every thrust, with every grunt, with every movement of his face, with every thumbing of the bed against the wall.

Shortly after that, I creamed again, and he continued to thrust, never seeming to stop. My body was now drenched and fuming out heat of sex, but the only sweat I could see on his flawless body was a few droplets on his forehead.

Then he pulled out and told me to get on all fours. And so I did, and he entered me again, with much more ease this time, and continued to pound. His hands never left my waist, pulling me back against him he thrust forward. Then I felt his cock twitch inside me, and I thought he was about to release. But fortunately, he never slowed down. His penis was now twitching at what seemed like constant intervals. Soon, I realized the twitching was one of the many tricks he was doing with his cock to create more sensation for himself, but it also had a profound impact on my sensations as well.

With the strange new sensation, I spilled my love for him for the third time. My arms and legs were either too weak, too overly excited, or both, and they could not keep me up any longer. I slumped down and somehow he did not seem affected by it. Now I was lying flat on my front and his strapping body was on top of me. I felt his abs slide against the lower portion of my back and his chest against the upper portion. I had just left paradise and was in another realm of ecstasy, now that I could feel his body against mine.

Kenneth’s breathe became more pronounced and his thrusts became more instable, and then moaned out the greatest moan I’ve ever heard anyone moan before. Soon, I could feel the mighty force of his semen spray in the depths of my love hole. He continued to thrust, but much slower now. We could hear the slopping sound of his penis sliding against his liquids that were oozing out of pucker. In the end, I released my fourth batch before he pulled out.

“Fucking yeah. Now that was great.” Kenneth said as he collapsed on my back. “Hadn’t come like this for three months. You didn’t disappoint man.”
“You’re amazing with your cock.” I told him the truth.
“I know.” He said as he got off the bed and grabbed his jeans.
“You’re dressing already?” I asked.
“Well, we’re not fucking. Why should we be naked.”
“Can’t we just lay on the bed together?”
“You mean cuddle?”
“Yeah.”

Kenneth laughs, “I only do that with girls. And that’s just cause girls like it. If I didn’t cuddle, they’ll tell their friends, and I’ll lose a lot of potential mate. As for the guys, I ain’t gonna do shit but fuck them or let them suck my dick. I ain’t gonna kiss them and touch them or get romantic with them. You gotta know is that all I use guys for is to release myself if don’t got a girl at the moment.”
“So are you going now?” I looked at the time, it was 10. We had fucked for almost an hour.
“Yeah, what else am I gonna do here?” Kenneth asked.
“You can use my body again.” I said.

Kenneth thought about it, “That’s tempting. But I’m good for tonight. But I’ll definitely call you more now that I know you got that great of a hole.” So he left.
I just lay there on the bed, a bit disappointed that he did not do all the romantic stuff I imagined him doing in my dreams. But I kicked myself in the head, realizing that Kenneth Johnson, the only person for whom I was 100% willing to offer myself, had just fucked me. My best male friend had just fucked me and made me cum four times. Then I saw his boxer short on the bed and grabbed, and I held it against my chest. I’m sure I had on a smile as I drifted of to sleep.