My friend doesn’t know he’s my [f]avorite memory to masturbate to.

Have you ever had one of those friendships where the mutual attraction is off the charts, but for various reasons you try to just be friends? That’s how it is with my best friend, and he has no idea that I regularly masturbate to memories of him. The unfulfilled desire between us drives me wild.

None of my naughtiest, most passionate experiences with other partners can turn me on half as much as thinking about this memory of the time my friend *almost* fucked me:

The summer night had been warm as we slept side by side in his bed. We both started to wake slowly just as dawn was breaking.

I began lightly running my hand over his naked chest and stomach, luxuriating in the sensation. Glancing down, I could see his thick morning erection bulging in the blue boxer briefs he wore. I kept my touch soft and innocent but the unspoken tension between us was building, crumbling his resistance with each passing moment.

Impulsively he grabbed my hand and roughly placed it on his cock. I gasped and let out a little moan, gently exploring and squeezing his hardness through the tight fabric.

My touch gradually became firmer, more urgent, until I finally slipped my fingers under his waistband and pulled him free. He lay still, but the heavy breathing and slight sighs in the back of his throat betrayed the effect my touch had on him.

He felt so good in my hand and my arousal was intensifying. I caressed his shaft and reached down to cup his balls, progressing to languid but firm strokes, circling my palm around his tip, feeling his precum spreading each time.

Still lying on my back, I bent my leg over his, placing my foot between his knees. I wore a short silk chemise which slid up around my hips as I moved. His hand found my bare thigh and began gripping and releasing my soft flesh.

At this point he abruptly sat up. “We should stop” he said, his voice deep and ragged. I whispered, “It’s ok, trust me. I want you. Do you want to just touch me a little? I’m so wet.”

With a moan, he quickly rolled over onto his side, turning his hips toward me. In the same motion his hand gripped his erection, which he guided beneath my thigh. Suddenly I could feel the heat of his cock against my skin. As he held himself between my legs, he used two fingers to push aside my lace thong, exposing my wetness.

After this flurry of movement, before I really knew what was happening, he hesitated, only millimeters away from entering me. This moment bloomed and expanded between us, filled with anticipation and heavy breathing…

And then it was over. He groaned and growled under his breath, “We shouldn’t do this,” tucking himself into his briefs and settling back onto his pillow. I sighed and turned toward him, placing my hand on his chest. The early morning sunlight brightened the room as our breathing calmed and we both drifted back to sleep.

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40 comments on “My friend doesn’t know he’s my [f]avorite memory to masturbate to.

  1. Mm these are the moments perfect to get off to, I’d love for my guy best friend to tease me.

  2. You’re an excellent writer, thanks for sharing such a hot memory! I can see why it’s your favorite. It reminds me of a similar experience I had a few years ago with a similar ending… Except I was the guy who stopped it from happening. One of my biggest regrets to this day. I wonder if he feels the same…

  3. This isnt new, this was posted many many months a go and not by you.

  4. I actually have such a similar story as a guy in this situation. I stopped because she was too vulnerable. I still have powerful orgasms to that memory

  5. This has the same taboo forbidden love vibe that incest porn tries to go after, but none of the weirdness. Hopefully more people realise that and maybe incest fetishists/big porn corps might tone things things down a bit.

  6. So many people said the same but I too had something similar. We stopped, coz we were a little bit drunk. I had hope we would have our moment again when we are sober but she said it was wrong and we should just be friends. I too agree with her. But had some powerful mastrubations thinking of the memory.

  7. I’ve had a very similar experience, but now he is my fiance!

  8. Mad respect for my main showing restraint. That is so hard to come by these days. Unfortunate for you but if things ever kick off again, it’ll be 10x more fun.

  9. Duuuuuuuude. Hot. My girlfriend is away in another province rn and she said I could find someone to cuddle since it’s been so long since I could (around a year). Clothes have to stay on but over the pants anything is fine. It’s absolutely amaaaaazing torture.
    I was cleaning my house naked after and I swear to God my cock was actually leaking precum like a fucking hentai. I honestly didn’t even know that was possible.

  10. I have some of those close calls in my history, and they’re the things I can always rely on when I need to rub one out. Not sure that tension will ever be satisfied. It’s like scar tissue now.

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