A Favour Returned

It was a long and tedious journey home from University for the Christmas vacation. My best mate Colin was recovering from a serious accident so I did the driving. We were never short of conversation particularly as we had hardly seen each other this term. There was a lot to catch up on. After several hold ups on the roads we eventually reached his house at nearly 11:00, far later than we planned. We both felt knackered so he suggested I stay overnight and continue my journey home the next day. I agreed and rang home explaining the situation. With this, we both felt better, had several beers and ordered a takeaway. Colin spoke for ages to his girlfriend, Vicky, who was in Paris and wouldn't be home until the next weekend. Just my luck he said. I guessed that, knowing Colin, he was gagging for some private time with the delightful Vicky. Only Colin's 18 year old brother was at home. He was "entertaining" a girlfriend in his room and apart from emerging for a drink, neither appeared all night. Colin's parents, who were away, lived in a spacious bungalow type house with the boys having rooms at either end of the house. At midnight, Colin said he was turning in. He got a sleeping bag out, told me to have his bed insisting he'd be quite OK to crash on the floor. In the darkness Colin, much to my surprise spoke first "Remember the last time you stayed?" Of course I did, very well, this was the first time he'd brought it up in all those intervening months. Our conversation from then on seemed to focus on that weekend with Colin continuing to say how fantastic it was, despite the pain he was suffering at the time following his horrific car accident. He then said, very firmly that our friendship knew no bounds. Since his accident, he'd become very emotional at times having flashbacks to the seconds prior to his crash then waking up 24 hours later in hospital. He knew how near he had come to death and found how close his family and true friends were who had had helped him recover. He'd said several times that he didn't think then that he would see another Christmas. I needed to lighten the conversation. "OK, OK" I said "I bet you want a repeat you randy bugger. Actually, now you're mobile, you did promise to return the favour" I splurted out not having had any intention of bringing the subject up, ever. There was silence and I thought I had killed off our great friendship forever. What a complete idiot I thought. It was more than five minutes before I heard Colin get up. I expected him to leave the room and we'd then never speak again. Instead amidst the gloom of his bedroom I saw him lock his bedroom door and slip off his T shirt. The street light illuminated in shadow, his solid physique and a flopping penis in his boxers. I could even make out the hairs on his legs standing up against the dim light seeping through the curtains. Then I felt him lifting the duvet and getting in beside me; his body was hot and in no time his hand was holding me, his damp face close to mine and breathing against my ear. I realised his emotions had overtaken him again and the last few minutes had been spent silently blubbing into his pillow. "I'm a bastard" he whispered " all that time ago and I've never thought about you. You know I've often jerked off thinking about that weekend. Only, you were so good, I can't match you, but I'm willing to have a go." Without further words I turned to him and drew his solid muscular body towards me. We were totally different builds, compared to his athletic outline, I was taller, slimmer and less hairy. His infamous semi hard cock brushed my stomach from inside its stretched shorts. Then for the first time he ran his hand down my chest to find my pubic hair running down to my cock. He touched my engorged penis, rubbing his hand over my briefs and under my balls. He then slowly took off my T shirt and we each pulled down our briefs. He passed his hand and hairy forearm over my knob. I reciprocated wanting to feel his glorious body once again. He told me that he felt really turned on and had his hands all over me. He particularly liked touching my smooth chest, back, butt and cock. "Your cock feels pretty good" he murmured. We rubbed against each other for a long time; no part of our individual bodies was left untouched. He seemed to get really turned on by massaging my back and legs whilst I lay face down, then finding my balls as I opened my legs. I turned over pretty quickly for him to concentrate on the rest of me. He particularly liked me gently touching the area underneath his balls leading round to his butt, he went mad with ecstasy. He just moaned as I slid under the duvet, found his pubes so soft and a throbbing rod. I licked it all over and took his entire cock in my mouth. It was thicker than I thought and I nearly gagged. It had a lovely masculine smell, nothing nasty, just a faint musky hint. My face was buried in his warm pubic hair whilst my hands were over his balls and thighs, also wonderfully hairy and firm. Later he insisted on me sitting astride him with my cock sliding in and out of his mouth. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer so I moved quickly as I came very quickly covering his knob and balls. I rubbed some of the warm cum over his hard nips whilst he quickly finished himself off, raising his shots of orgasmic liquid into the air to drop on his stomach. We lay together recovering. Colin slid out of bed and grabbed some tissues. When cleaned up he stood there gently manipulating his penis. He stared at my still erect cock. "Hey, mate, that's some weapon" he complimented. Of all parts of the body I'd been blessed with, I was proud of my "seven incher". My pubes were a much lighter colour than Colin processed, but nonetheless thick. My regular swimming had kept me in trim, but my pecs certainly didn't compare in size with Colin's magnificent specimens. However, as opposites, he seemed pretty turned on. Colin slid back under the clothes astride me rubbing our cocks and balls together. We eventually shot our loads again, almost simultaneously. I received the lot and was soaked! We made true love that night; in fact we both had violent orgasms again in the morning. I left, not really as rested as I thought I might be. Again he kept repeating that these were the best times ever. I thought, really? Even better than Vicky? Perhaps he was saying it just for me. "Hey" he shouted as I drove down the drive " I'll not forget and we won't leave it so long 'til next time". His brother frowned at him "what wouldn't you leave so long, you're at the same University for gods sake!" Since then Colin and I have enjoyed random "get togethers" to reseal our friendship. He still has Vicky and several other girlfriends; I have a regular girlfriend too. When we're all alone we each have our individual highly visual memories of how our friendship developed further than either of us could ever have imagined.