A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex in southern California. A great guy named TONY lived across the hall. TONY was a very well-liked guy around town. He owned his own business, was attractive, dated several nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at the complex's course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel comfortable and ready for fun. Wherever he went, a party seemed to follow. We became great, close friends. We threw many parties for the complex, using both our suites; we golfed, sailed and worked out together. We "doubled" often and TONY always had a great looking date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length of time, but there was never a lack of potential mates for him. I liked him immensely. He was a wild crazy guy, about 6'2" tall very well built and confident. He was also a real practical joker and, if some stunt of his were too much for me, I'd tell him. It was never easy for me to get the best of TONY, physically. I threw a surprise party for him, on his thirty-second birthday. It was held at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap wigs and gag gifts. The one thing TONY was sensitive about was his thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into the spirit of things and even had the other guests trying them on. But he promised me he'd get me back for this insult to his pride when I least expected it. Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting workday, fixed a sandwich and plopped into bed to watch some television. Except for the light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress. The friction of the silk sheets as I rubbed my swollen cock head against them felt fabulous. I was in the total ecstasy of bringing myself off when suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me up and flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and looked at the bed. There was that idiot TONY under the bed, the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me on his back. He was howling, and I did a quick take wondering how the hell he got into my apartment, crawled under the bed, and waited for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized I was standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard. Embarrassed, I screamed "You fucking dummy", and yanked him to his feet. He broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackle brought him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him down. It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked, embarrassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on. TONY was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard when we struggled, I felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling and trying to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing as his chest heaved against my own. With me hard against him I was sure he would notice in a second that I wasn't just still hot from humping my bed. So I tried to get up, but TONY saw how rigid I was and started laughing again. I did too. We fell back on the bed together, laughing into each other's shoulder about my predicament. His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs. He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but I swallowed it in a gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered in my ear "Got you." I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped again. The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must have been able to hear it. I tried to pull away again and drew my knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and my stomach muscles began to quiver. It was an electric moment. Then TONY responded. His hands slipped over my tight ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him. He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge in his pants against me. I felt weak. He kissed my neck and I felt his cock throb against mine. Then he rolled me onto my back and my rock hard shaft stood up and plopped against my belly. He cupped my balls in his hand and gripped the base in his fist. He looked down as he began to stroke my shaft and squeeze its head. He rotated his thumb and forefinger firmly around that sensitive ridge at the base of my swollen glans, and my cock pulsed so hard it lifted his hand. I groaned and he started to slip his free hand under the small of my back. I arched up so that he could encircle my waist. My legs slid wide apart. As he stroked down to the base of my cock, my thighs stiffened, as well as my cock. I hoped he would suck me. He rubbed my balls gently and played with the hair between my legs. When I rolled into him, I felt the coldness of his belt buckle against the hot tip of my dick. I ached to explode but didn't know what I should do next. Trembling, I reached between us and rubbed TONY's cock through his pants. It was a wild sensation to feel a friend's hard cock throb against my hand while the moistness of his excitement soaked through the cloth and wet my fingers. We were both kind of stunned. I think it was because we were aroused like this, but we let the excitement play out. "Let's do this right" he whispered. He took off his shirt, then rolled away and I heard him unbuckle and unzip his pants. He sat up and pulled them off. I watched his back muscles flex at the effort. Then he lay back and I could see his flat lower abdomen and the dark curly hair at the base of his long, solid cock. It was gloriously different to feel him roll naked against me, feel my dick rub against his hot cock, feel my leg slip between his hairy legs and his cool, moist hands cupping my ass and grinding me against him as I pulled him to me. He rubbed his chin through the hair on my chest and nipped the tip of my right nipple between his teeth. A sensational shock ran from there to my groin. I came instantly, in torrents! I seemed to cum in waves forever, and I continued to throb as he ground his cock to orgasm against my own. When he came, he moaned quietly as if we might get caught by someone. He told me that he needed to clean up and got up and turned on the bathroom light. I pulled the bed together while he washed himself and I began to recover some poise and started to laughed about what had just transpired. "What's so funny?" he asked. I walked to the bathroom doorway to explain, feeling a little guilty about what we had done. TONY was wiping his belly with a washcloth. The water dripped down to his groin and glistened in his pubic hair. He was still hard, and as he wiped I felt that weak feeling again. I watched him rub the cloth over the shaft of his dick. He had a huge cock. "Let's get cleaned up together," I suggested. We both headed for the shower. He ducked under the spray with me. I washed the cum from my body. He took my soft prick in one hand and stroked his hardness with the other. I began to get hard again watching him stroke us both. Then he knelt in the spray and slid my half-hard cock into his mouth. He sucked me until I was as hard as I had been earlier, concentrating his tongue on the tip of my cock. I stepped out of the spray and pulled TONY more into it and knelt before him. I explored his body with my mouth. His hard cock pulsed against my chest and neck as I buried my face in the matted wet hair that ran from his belly to his groin. I took the shaft in my hand and put my mouth over the tip. It was warm, wet, tautly smooth and solid. TONY moaned and slid his hands around the back of my neck. I thought he wanted me to suck him deeper and I tried to swallow the whole length of his shaft, I couldn't, so I sucked all around the tip, running my tongue around the firm ridge there as he had done to mine. I could taste a bit of his cum and began to feel hot again. I bobbed my head, sliding his dick into my mouth as far as I could go without gagging. Returning to the tip and then sucking him deeper, I got into it. I sucked and licked him firmly until he began to pump himself to his own special rhythm. He came very hard, staggering against me, and moaning loudly, his prick jerking as his cum spilled onto my tongue. I swallowed his warm load and then sucked him until his trembling stopped. TONY pulled me to my feet, and he whispered "Thanks buddy!" and kissed me deep, sharing the taste of the load he had just given me. TONY and I repeated that shower scene many times, and slept together whenever mutual lust presented itself.