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New Experiences with my Best Friend: Part III [M/M] | 2016
Note: Everything in this story actually happened. Embellishment in the writing is done just to make it flow and sound better when read. Quotes are as I remember them, most aren't exact.
Our last sexual encounter happened in the middle of January. We both seemed pretty happy with how that went and were over our tension. James and I (Robert) hung out often and were as close of friends as we'd been in many years.
We never had an intimate relationship. What happened between us was just sexual relief. We both sort of had that mutual, unspoken understanding. Neither of us were gay, in fact he'd recently gotten out of a semi serious relationship.
Summer rolled around and I found myself moving to a new apartment in town. My landlords drove me crazy and the apartment was too small. I chose a two bedroom place in a better part of the city, and about a 30 second walk to James' apartment.
It was a lot of fun having him live close. We were hanging out so often before that it just made it way more convenient to get drunk and play games. Probably the most fun I've had over a long period of time. I also helped to get him through his break up. We talked a lot and he seemed to appreciate it. There was nearly another sexual happening one night as we had finished talking about his girlfriend. He'd mention being lonely and I joked about how long it's been since he had sex. I set my hand on his leg, but he thought it was a bad idea and left for the night.
Most Friday nights James went out to have one or two drinks at a bar and then head home or to my place and do the serious drinking. That night was a bit different. He walked in with no warning, stumbling and staggering around.
"Heeeeeey" he slurred, walking through the living room into the kitchen.
James was drunk and apparently in need of food. He threw some chicken nuggets on a cookie sheet and after impatiently waiting for them to be done, he happily started eating them on the couch next to me. In only a matter of seconds it seemed they were gone and he was content. Until he asked,
"How r yoooou doing?"
"I'm doing fine James."
"Oh that's gud, that's gud."
He leaned over and started to pet my chest through my shirt, staring intently. He drew circles on my abs and it was flustering me. His hands caressed down to my pants where my cock was hardening. Laying his face down on my bulge he brushed his nose on my dick. In a moment of clarity I realized I didn't want to try anything with drunk incoherent James so I quickly said.
"Oooook I think it's time for bed."
I took his hand off me and led him back home. I got him through the door and into his room. He turned to me before I left,
"Yer such a gud friend. Gud friend" he slurred.
Unbeknownst to me he decided to sleep in the nude and proceeded to strip down naked as I walked out. I caught a glimpse of him, in particular is ass when he got into bed. It took every ounce of will power to not to go back in that room but I resisted. I walked home and rubbed one out before I went sleep for the night.
The next day I awoke, with a text from him saying
"Thanks for taking care of me."
"No problem. You owe me now." I responded.
A week passed and James said he was finally ready to get drunk again. We decided to watch a couple movies on Netflix for a couple hours and drink some beers. He had repositioned his two seater couch in front of the TV to eliminate the glare and that's where we sat for our marathon.
Six beers each in, we're both pretty buzzed. I'm a sleepy drunk and was starting to dose around 10 o'clock. I leaned my head over and timidly laid on James shoulder. He didn't flinch as I rested my head down.
When the sun rose we were both asleep on the couch. He was still passed out when I noticed his arm around my shoulder. It felt somewhat normal, which confused the hell out of me. I got up quickly which jolted James awake. I told him I needed to go. He stood up and led me out. We hugged before we left, which was odd for us, but we both instinctively did it anyway.
As I pulled away I don't know what came over me. I'm not typically a go getter person. I over analyze peoples reactions and get nervous about making moves in friendships and relationships. This time though I gave James a quick peck on the cheek. Removing my lips, my heart skipped a beat. I looked him in the eye and he was shocked, flabbergasted by what I'd done.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that." I apologized.
He looked at me and slowly shut the door. I went back to my apartment and just sat. I couldn't believe I probably ruined my relationship with my best friend. Why would I do that? What came over me? Quickly though, I came to accept that I kind of wanted that to happen. I wanted to kiss James, it was instinctive because it's what I truly yearned for. Not more than 30 minutes after I'd left I walked back to his door.
He came to answer my knock, still dressed in his clothes from the night before,
"Hey" he said.
I hadn't thought of a speech and who would in that situation. Normally this is where I'd make up some heartfelt message I told him and hearts would fly out of his eyes. That's not how we operated though. No matter what we did, we were physical together. I moved close and placed my hands on the side of his head, touching my lips to his. It took him only a second to respond and kiss me back placing his hands on my hips. We stood in his open doorway for probably 30 seconds before he stopped us.
"We can't Robert. Just stop." He paused, "This isn't us. We're not gay."
I absorbed what he said for a second, trying to think of a reaction. He was right, we weren't gay. Maybe a little experimental but we'd always thought we were straight. I new I wanted to kiss him but I chalked that up to bring lonely (I'd been single for probably a year). I shook my head in agreement and walked out of his door and bid him good bye. I saw him with a few different girls over the next month, and jealousy rushed over me. It was dumb and I tried to suppress it but couldn't.
We stopped talking as much and only hung out once or twice. He seemed distant, frustrated by what had gone on between us. For the first time in six weeks though he agreed to come over for drinks and games.
Trying to make small talk was difficult. Everything was tense and not casual like it used to be. I was so disappointed that I lost my best friend. It made the night unenjoyable. We'd just wrapped up playing a game and he started to talk.
"It's sucks we can't just be like we used to Robert. It shouldn't be this way."
He stared at the ground as he spoke, not wanting to make eye contact.
"I know we've done stuff in the past but we can just be friends again. We can do whatever you think will make this better."
We finally looked at one another searching for the answer. I couldn't resist. It was worth throwing everything on the line. I reach down, set my hand lightly on his thigh, leaning into his face.
"Don't Robert. It'll make things worse."
I ignored him moving closer. We could feel each other's breath, mouths nearly touching.
"Don't Robert... Don..."
I shoved my lips onto his, locking us together. He grabbed my waist and I held his head. We sat like that, interlocked, for a minute. There was no nerves, no fear of what this meant. It was just pure passion between two people. He pokes his tongue in my mouth, shocking me, and I trail my hands up and down his sides. We're full on making out as I take his shoulders and lay them back on the arm of the couch. I'm positioned between his legs and I can feel his dick hardening through his pants. I'm grinding my hips against his, slowly picking up pace, our lips interlocked the whole time.
I move down to his neck now, as he lets out a small sigh. He tugs at my shirt and we both sit up to remove our tops. I'd been working out and finally had some semblance of abs. I kept my hair trimmed, unlike James who looked as if he hadn't shaved in nearly a month. It made him all the hotter at the moment. I crash back down on him, switching to his shoulder, biting and kissing. I work my way down to his nipples to suck for only a second. Leaving a trail down his stomach, I reach his waistband.
I decided to leave his underwear on while removing his jeans. He reaches up to unbutton my shorts and I help him along. Him and I only clad in boxer briefs, continue to grind on each other and resume our kiss. I pull away, eager to suck his dick for the first time in awhile. I press my nose against his bulge and nibble through the cloth. I hear his moans and know he's enjoying it. I poke his cock through his underwear and into my mouth.
Determined to leave him satisfied I made it a sloppy, wet blowjob. It seemed he liked that even more than the times before, eyes shut tight and mouth agape. He pulled my head off his dick and pushed me down on the other side of the couch. Ripping off my boxer briefs and getting to work on my cock. I leaned back, shuttering in delight.
He'd gotten far better than last time. Flicking my head with his tongue and taking nearly my whole cock in his mouth. I place my hand on his head to guide him. He stops sucking and looks at me. Repositioning so our dicks are touching again, he jerks us both off, thrusting into his hand. I lay back and enjoy him doing all the work. His head brushing up and down my shaft and chia fingers guiding both out dicks. I'm getting close so I say,
"I don't want to cum yet James."
He stops, putting himself back down on the other side of the couch and opens his legs up. I go back to his dick, paying more attention to the head this time. He begins thrusting his hips into my mouth, which is beyond hot. I shove my face as far down as I can on his dick taking it all. My nose is buried in his longer than usual pubes. Everything we're doing has more lust than what we'd done before. Raw uncontrolled emotion was pouring out between us.
"I'm pretty close" he groans.
I take my mouth off and start to jerk him. The tip of my dick is resting on his balls and in leaned over him staring intently at his face. His abs start to tense,
"I'm cumm..."
I interrupt him, shoving my lips back onto his. I feel his dick pulsing in my hand, jizzing all over himself and me. He's moaning into my mouth as the last ropes land on his stomach. I go up for air and he is panting, sweating from what we'd done. I sit up and begin jerking, finishing in a matter of seconds, our cum collected on his chest and stomach.
By far the hottest and most exhausting experience so far, we sat and collected ourselves for quite some time. I glanced at him after a while and he shook his head in confusion and amazement. He got up and showered as I cleaned up the rest of our mess. Soon thereafter things changed immensely between us.
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