The BFFs: Best Fucking Friends [MFM] [Pt.1]

First off, I’m not using any names for obvious reasons, and also please excuse any typos – I’m a guy who’s usually pretty pedantic about grammar, but I’m typing with one hand. A minute ago, I was sitting at my desk to write this, but I ended up clicking on the file of pics we took, so now I’m on the bed, edging myself with one hand, typing with the other, and really battling the temptation to just give in and relive everything. So, apologies if I write a bit impatiently.

Anyway, last Friday I’d been over helping my best friend with a DIY project that we’d arranged last minute. I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but he forgot to tell his partner I was over. When she got home, she’d put a couple of bottles of wine in the fridge and maybe she’d noticed there was a pile of beer already in there and a big box of Thai takeaway on the counter too. But she didn’t put two and two together. She went straight to the bedroom to get out of her work clothes, then she heard the shower running and figured he’d beaten her to it. She thought it would be cute to surprise him, so she stripped and went in.

Even when she opened the bathroom door, she didn’t straight away register that the soaped–up body behind the shower glass was not his but mine. I was washing sawdust out of my hair, and my eyes must have been closed because I didn’t notice her come in either. But when she opened the shower door, my eyes flicked open to see her standing before me. Stark naked. Tits out. Eyes widening in their sockets. Like, I doubt it’s an image either of us will forget anytime soon.

She yelped, covered her breasts as best as she could with one arm, her lower parts with the other, then backed out as quickly as she could. As she came naked out of the bathroom, he was standing there struggling to contain his laughter. He’d heard her arrive as he was finishing up an email in his office, so he’d come out to warn her that I was in the shower and I was going to be staying for dinner and drinks.

So, there she was, red–faced, and all she could say was: I just saw *biggie-penis*.

That cracked him up. He laughed, gave her a big hug, and repeated it in her ear, affecting a dramatic voice. *Biggie-Penis*. It was the funniest thing he’d heard all week.

It became a bit of a running joke between the three of us after dinner. He started calling me Biggie–Penis and then I started calling her Booby–Boobs. She joked that the whole shower thing sounded like a bad setup for a porn vid. Then he joked that it sounded like a good setup, which raised our eyebrows a bit, but by then we’d already had a couple of drinks, so it was just kind of funny.

After dinner she said she needed a couple more drinks to help with the trauma, and I was like, yeah, that might help. So, we all sat in the lounge and drank. And talked. And drank. And joked. And drank.

Okay, so I might need to explain our friendship a bit, so what happens next makes sense. Us guys have been best friends since we were twelve. We know each other as well as we know ourselves. Maybe better. And we share everything. No, I’m not making a joke about girlfriends. I’m serious. And it’s not just tools and sports gear and guitars and stuff. We share habits and mannerisms. It’s well-known among friends that his mother once caught us sharing a Playboy mag when we were 13 and jerking off right next each other. Although if anyone asks us if it’s true, we’ll just laugh and deny it ever happened. But once you know someone that well… Let’s just say we’re not shy around each other in the locker room.

Anyway, having drinks after the whole naked thing was a bit weird. In a good way. It was like the fact that all three of us had seen each other naked had broken some last smidgen of awkwardness. Not that there was much to begin with. But it was like she suddenly felt totally free with us. Like she knew she could say anything or do anything without being judged, or without even being self–conscious. Like she’d joined our club and we all shared this silly little connection and there was no way anything would ever rattle us.

We were all more than a bit tipsy by the time he asked her if she was feeling better about the shower thing, and she said much better, although she wondered if the image of Biggie–Penis would always be etched into her mind. And I was like, yeah, it’s not like I’ll be forgetting Booby–Boobs for a while either. And he said: well they are really fucking cute. And I did an awkward eyebrow raise of admission that, yes, her tits were really cute, although I didn’t want to come across as sleazy so I turned up my hands, like – what else could I say?

To be honest, I think she enjoyed the compliment. When he poured another round and suggested we play strip poker though, she assumed he was joking at first. I did too. But then neither of us was sure. We laughed it off, but then he suggested it again. He reasoned that we’d all already seen each other naked, and he was willing to bet that us two had imagined each other naked before, so why not play with some fun stakes?

Okay, so I guess we were both more than a bit tipsy and, while I wouldn’t have admitted it, it was true that her body had intrigued me on occasion. How could it not? He was my best friend and they’d been together for a while now, and I’d say there was an attraction between her and I too. Like, we’d never outright flirted, but we’d definitely reached points where we felt we had to pull back our interest in each other. And if she was, like, the type for making bucket lists or something, then wouldn’t a game of strip poker with two strong, handsome men be on it? Anyway, I think it’s fair to say that the idea did get our heart rates up a little. But neither of us were going to be brave enough to admit that we might entertain the idea – not until he brought up the fact that I’d broken up with my girlfriend nearly a year ago and I hadn’t started seeing anyone yet. He said something like: *Isn’t it like a proven scientific truth that for men’s mental health we need to see boobs regularly?* And I laughed and said: *sure man, definitely*. And then he said he’d read an article saying male attention can be quite beneficial for women too…

We knew he was making it up on the spot, but how could we argue with an article we hadn’t read? And besides, he was already opening the drawer on the coffee table and taking out the playing cards.

My heart was beating quite hard. Hers too, I guess. And I guess we both wanted to play, but maybe she was feeling a little shy, or maybe she didn’t want me to feel like I had to play. But she said: *we could just play down to underwear?*

So, it was agreed.

The cards were dealt. The first hands were played. Outer layers began to be removed.

She probably thought we were going easy on her to begin with, but the truth was she was just getting lucky cards, and after a few rounds we were both down to boxers and t–shirts and she was still pretty well-covered with her jeans and tank–top intact.

Then I lost a hand and had to ditch my t–shirt.

She might have been gloating a little as I stood up. I pulled my shirt over my head and struck a slightly tongue–in–cheek flex. Her face might have flushed a little. But it wasn’t like she was going to let me off and avert her eyes or anything; she was enjoying the power of being so clothed.

In fact, maybe she was getting too confident, because that’s when she lost a hand. To avoid exposing her knickers or bra, she did her best contortionist impression, reaching into her sleeves to unhook and pull her bra out of her tank top. At first he said she was cheating, but then he laughed and said that actually we were going to see her tits better through that top anyway.

It was only after she’d pulled her bra out that she blushed and realised he was probably right. The top was so loose and flowy, and that cream colour was so light, that she could probably tell by the way I raised my eyebrows that I was getting a fairly full view.

I guess being more exposed threw her concentration off a little because she lost the next round too. Next thing, she was standing in front of us two excited men, slowly sliding her jeans off, angling sideways for a moment to shake a bit of rump. Then she lost her balance a little, recovered, stomped on her jeans to get them off your feet, and picked them up and threw them across the room at us. We laughed and cheered.

*So, you won right?* she said to him. *Is that game over?*

He said it couldn’t be over because his shirt was still on. Then he said we’d have to make him lose a round.

*And if one of us loses?* she asked.

*Well, you’ll have to do a dare,* he said.

Neither of us can totally blame the drink here. I have to admit that we didn’t do our numbers right. For some reason, we thought the odds were good. After all, it was the two of us against him. But it was only as we began playing again that we realised we had the odds wrong. Every round meant he had only a one-in-three chance of losing. The game was stacked way in his favour, and over the next few minutes this is how it went:

I lost the first. She lost the second. And the third.

On my loss, he won and dared me to massage her shoulders. I guess it sounds pretty tame unless you were there. It wasn’t. I had to stand behind where she was seated on the couch, with nowhere for my eyes to go except to her shoulders and down her open tank–top, where her tits were being lightly jiggled and bounced by the motion of my hands massaging her bare shoulders and back. She couldn’t have known for sure how turned on I was at that point, but I saw she had goose-bumps too, so she must have known the skin–on–skin contact was quite sensuous for both us.

Anyway, I lost the first; she lost the second. That was when he dared her to take her top off. When she started to question whether or not he was asking too much, he reasoned that it was only fair since I had my shirt off, and since we could already basically see her tits anyway, and we’d both seen them recently anyway, and that in many cultures nudity is normal, and if she did take it off, he would take his shirt off too so we’d all be…

She knew he’d have an endless amount of reasons, but I don’t think she cared anyway. I guess she was feeling cute. And maybe a bit wine–happy. And naughty. And whatever else a woman’s body feels when she’s the centre of attention. Maybe she was a tiny bit aroused from the massage too, and maybe she wanted to show off how blasé and free–spirited she was. So, she found herself standing up and angling her shoulders in, crossing her hands over at the bottom of her tank top.

She slowly lifted it to let her boobs loll out. We let out a pretty big cheer. Then she lifted the top over her head and floated across the room at us. It landed on my knee, so I held it up like a trophy, or like I’d caught the bouquet at a wedding.

When she sat down again, it was no big deal. He took his shirt off too and we were all topless. We occasionally stole glances at her breasts over the cards, but otherwise we just resumed the game normally, even though we had no particular reason to keep playing. But she couldn’t have been more comfortable with it. In fact, it seemed she loved it: just how comfortable we all were, and how erotic the moment was. When she lost again and he dared her to go nude, I even wondered if she lost on purpose. Anyway, she said: *fine, but you guys have to join me. It has to be an all–in.*

We looked at each other briefly then… suddenly, we were wrestling on the couch like schoolboys, trying to yank each other’s boxers off. I guess for her it was part–funny, part–sexy seeing us writhing around, grabbing at each other, stretching and ripping each other’s underwear, red–faced and laughing breathlessly and giving each other these little red grip marks all over our bodies. I know she was watching the way our muscles flexed, and once our boxers were down around our knees, how our members dangled and swung as we tussled.

When our boxers were around our ankles and we were almost out of breath, she stood up. We immediately stopped and turned to face her.

She took the waistband of her knickers and slipped her fingers underneath it. We were dead still, watching her every move as she started slowly pulling her knickers down. A bit of trimmed bush slowly came into view, but she paused just above the top of her vagina. We watched and waited, our gazes shifting between her eyes, her breasts, and her fingers on the waistband. Then in one quick motion, she slid her panties down and kicked them off.

At that point something interesting happened. Being naked at the same time, it was hard to avoid making little comparisons. It was just a weird kind of coincidence, but between me and her, our bodies were so similar.

He noticed it first. He asked us to sit next to each other on the carpet, and he took great pleasure in pointing out the coincidence of our matching pubic hair, the similarity of our skin tone, the matching colour of our nipples. We enjoyed it too – being able to look over each other’s naked bodies and feel a connection – like we were from the same tribe or something. Not like a gross brother-sister way. Just in a yeah-we’re-quite-a-match kind of way.

After that, she asked us what we wanted to do next. He suggested we forget about the cards and just play dares. She asked how it would work, and we decided we’d each take a turn coming up with them.

*I’m first,* she said.

*Okay, then I’m next,* I said.

She pretended to think for a moment, but it seemed she already knew what she wanted: she told him she wanted him to sit beside me on the carpet, so she could watch us touch ourselves. She knew it was a pretty risky dare which we might turn down, so she promised that if we did, she’d part her legs a little, so we had something to look at.

We didn’t need to be asked twice. The sexual tension had been building and we’d been dying to touch ourselves. As he sat down beside me, she leaned back against the couch and opened her legs and we both took our cocks in our hands and looked at her – first at her pussy, then her eyes, then her breasts, then back down to her pussy. As we gripped our cocks, I could tell from her little shivers that her pussy was starting to tingle without even being touched. It was like it was actually responding to our eyes on it: especially my eyes – because she was looking at frequently like she could actually feel my gaze as a sort of invisible caress. Watching him touch himself, and having them watch my cock grow was incredibly intimate too: my shaft lengthening and straightening, and the head swelling and getting kind of shiny.

A few moments later she suddenly felt a little self-conscious and asked us if her pussy was getting wet. He just winked at her. I kind of raised my eyes encouragingly as if to say: *why don’t you touch yourself and see?*

*Is that your dare?* she said.

Again, I shrugged as if I was saying: *okay then, if you want…*

She reached down and parted her pussy lips with her left hand, then reached her right finger down to her perineum and slid it up to the entrance of her vagina. It was so open and sensitive already and the wetness made a little sound as her fingers passed through on the way to her clit.

Right then, our cocks went fully rigid. Mine especially. It was so thick and hard that it was pulling my testicles taut, and she was watching the slightly oval shape of them moving through the skin as I pulled my cock up and down. Maybe she was wondering what it would be like to see me release all that tension. As she began circling her clit with her finger, her glance was most often on me. I don’t know if it was the Biggie-Penis thing. More likely it was just that my body was new and maybe kind of intriguing.

But it was his dare next. We’d had the kind of late night drunk chat about how he thought it would be hot to see another guy fuck his girl before, but until that moment I’d always thought he was just full of talk. Apparently not.

He said he wanted us to carry on like that, but for me to reach out with my left hand and touch her tits. I looked across at her. She just stared at me and subconsciously pressed her lips together, so I reached out and ran my hand across her clavicle to test her reaction, then over her shoulders and down her arms. We stared at each other as I brought my hand back up her belly, before moving my palm over her left breast, then her right.

It was like I’d flicked a switch. Goosebumps ran wild all over her body. She kept touching herself and watching my hand moving on my cock as I ran the other hand between her tits, fondling them, feeling their weight in my palm, and glazing my thumb lightly across her nipples. A moment later, we had to snap out of the trance we’d fallen into because it was her turn to call the next dare.

She was finished talking though. She simply took both of our hands and pulled our fingers towards her pussy.

As we started touching her, she took his cock by the base with one hand, then wrapped her other hand around my shaft to feel how rigid it was. For a couple of minutes, we sat in a circle masturbating each other: our fingers spreading her wetness over her clit, and her hands rubbing the skin up and down over the heads of our cocks. By then we weren’t thinking about whose turn for the dare it was, or what was appropriate or inappropriate, and after a while, he grabbed a pile of couch cushions and signalled for her to lie down on the carpet, using them to prop up her shoulders so she could watch.

He lowered his face between her legs and beckoned me to do the same. I looked at her to be sure she was fine with it first, then I bent down and breathed gently onto her pussy. She watched us both as we began kissing around her groin – the inside of her legs and her outer labia. Then our tongues began taking turns probing her pussy lips and teasing around the entrance of her vagina.

As I placed a kiss on the hood of her clitoris, her muscles contracted in pleasure. He sat up a little and reached down to part her pussy with his fingers, while I put out my tongue and slowly licked her pussy from the base, up between her labia where it dipped into her wet entrance, and up all the way to where it nudged her clit out of its hood. Then I was running the tip of my tongue up and down over her clit and she could see her moisture intermingling with my saliva.

My breathing became more laboured and her trembling body was settling into the rhythm of my tongue, but she didn’t want to cum like that. From the way she looked at him, it was like she wanted him to tell her to do other things. Like she wanted to know how far we could push the game. I knew he understood the look on her face, but I didn’t know what his reaction would be. So when he gently grabbed my shoulder and lifted me away from her pussy, I must have looked a little startled and embarrassed. That is, until I realised what he was signalling for me to do.

He gestured for me to sit on my knees between her legs so that my cock was sticking right up, resting against my belly, only a few inches from her pussy. We were so close that we could almost feel the heat of each other’s bodies.

*Could you both move closer?* he asked.

I looked at her for a moment to confirm she was happy, then I moved forward a little. My big hard penis was now literally an inch from her splayed vagina.

*A bit closer?* he said.

I looked at her again, then we both slid together a tiny bit, and suddenly my cock was resting lightly against her pussy.

*Closer…* he said again.

It was clear what he wanted to see. We looked at each other again, then moved a touch closer. She shivered slightly as she felt the tip of my swollen cock part her pussy lips. My heavy cock was resting right against the entrance to her vaginal opening and, looking down, we could all see her wetness had rubbed onto the tip of it.

I could tell from her breathing and flushed face that she was dying to pull me on top of her, but she held off and took his cock in her hand instead.

*A bit closer*, he groaned.

I moved my hips forward and there was a little pop as the head of my cock squeezed into her vagina. She couldn’t hold back anymore. She grabbed me by the waist with her left, pulling me in. It was tight, and even as wet as she was, it still burned me a little as I leaned over her, inching my cock deeper into her aching pussy.

The feeling inside her was like my cock had been bound tight with silk. She began stroking his cock up and down as I started to move, squeezing myself slowly and evenly, in and out of her.

For quite a while, all three of us watched each other: the palm of her right hand moving up and down on his cock, the fingers of her left–hand circling gently around her clit. But most of all, we watched my hard penis sliding in and out of her vagina. The skin of my cock is smooth but slightly darker than the rest of my body, and with each outward stroke, we could see her pussy lips cling to my shaft, leaving it wet and glistening. With each inward thrust she could see my balls tightening and the skin at the base of my shaft bunching up as it caught on her labia, pulling back and unsheathing my dick so it could probe deep and bare inside her.

At one point I got a bit close to orgasm and I had to briefly withdraw my cock. As I did, I noticed him looking down into the gaping space my cock had left. Then she dipped her finger inside herself to drag a bit more wetness up over her clit and she paused for a moment to tell us that if we were all okay with it, she wouldn’t mind if we both wanted to have a turn cumming inside her, or on her tits, or belly, or wherever we wanted… She didn’t mind where.

He replied that he all he wanted was to carry on just like we were, and that if she and I came first, just watching us would be a massive turn–on. He just wanted to be sure we were both good.

We were. More than good. We were giddy. Like head-spinning excited.

We turned back to each other and she took my cock in her hand and eased me back against her entrance. The second time easing into her was just as intense because I knew we were about to take it all the way. I knew she wanted to feel her pussy orgasm all over my cock, and to see me release myself.

He began touching himself again, just watching us as we found our rhythm again. Soon we were riding together with much more intensity, banging our pelvises into each other, over and over, while she rubbed her clit faster and faster and firmly tugged his cock up and down.

I don’t know who reached the point of no return first. I think it was her. But the sight of her in such pleasure caused me to approach orgasm right away too. As I leaned further into her to push my cock deeper, we began to moan into each other’s mouths. I felt her pussy tighten as she groaned into my ear. I started to cum too. I pulled out and ejaculated my first pulse of cum over her right breast. It was weird seeing each other’s faces like that – in total ecstasy – and seeing the intimate details of our orgasms, like her mouth opening, jaw clenched as she looked down at the little slit at the tip of my cock opening up as I shot that first rope of cum over her nipple.

*Cum in me,* she said quickly, pushing my cock back down to her pussy.

Before I could slip my penis back into her slit, a second load shot out all over her pussy. It felt so dirty-good to see my hot cum landing all over her labia and clit, pasting her fingers and pubes. That set him off too and he began releasing himself too – onto her belly. Then I surged my cock back into her and she squeezed her vaginal muscles tight around my shaft to feel it throbbing. Our orgasms really hit then, and they were so intense they were almost psychedelic. We could feel our bodies moving, but our brains were completely separate, like they were frozen in time. She was cumming so hard her fingers had slowed right down so they were just gently circling over her clit, rubbing my sperm in, and we were able to totally relax and feel every detail of our orgasms: the release of her last store of wetness all over the head of my cock as it pulsated against her cervix, and the feeling of me filling her up, pumping my last loads of hot semen right into the depths of her inner passage.

A moment later, both of us guys had collapsed onto her, resting our heads on her breasts, panting for air. It was a few minutes before we’d gathered ourselves.

The eroticism of the situation hadn’t left the air though. I wondered if we were finished or if we might try again soon and do something a little different[…](https://ibb.co/WpSpwSt)

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