A Nipple Problem

Author's note: Hello, wanted to get this story out of my head, here it is. Hope you like it. That said, please be aware this is pure fiction, and trigger warning for very dubious consent.

Jamie sighed as he was reminded of the PE class he had in fourth period. He used to like it, he wasn't bad at sports, but changing his clothes in front of others had become a nightmare. He could not use the locker room anymore, and it drew attention. People were wondering why he'd started doing so towards the start of his senior year, going so far as to start rumors about him having tattoos or scars he wanted to hide.
Jamie scoffed at those rumors. If only it were true. Scars or tattoos were cool. He wished that was the reason why he changed his clothes in a bathroom stall.

No, Jamie's problem was much more embarrassing than that. The reason he did it was because he didn't want the guys to see the band-aids on his nipples.

It was so mortifying he never told anyone about it. Certainly not his best friend, Tyler.

Tyler didn't have the same PE periods as Jamie this year, fortunately, but he'd heard the rumors all the same.

Of course, Tyler had to tease him about it. It started innocently enough. He'd keep asking during impromptu times to throw Jamie off, hoping to get an answer out of him. That didn't work.

Then, Tyler had started resorting to nastier tactics, for example, trying to get Jamie drunk enough to losen his tongue, or lifting Jamie's shirt randomly and suddenly. Jamie never fell for the free beer, he wanted to be responsible, he aslo reacted quickly to the shirt tugging and would never let it show his nipples.

It had become like a game between them, these past months. Tyler had vowed he would find out before graduation, Jamie had thought he'd rather die.

Jamie sighed again as his shirt brushed against his nipples. Some days, they were so sensitive he could feel them harden under the band-aids simply by putting on a shirt. He'd had to get cotton shirts just to limit the chaffing.

He hated, hated, his nipples. He hated that he always was in a semi-aroused state because of them, he hated how he had to put freaking band-aids on them to prevent them from being overly visible through his t-shirt. He hated how rubbing them instantly made him hard.

Jamie sighed.

* * * *

Tyler thought today was the day. He'd finally get to see what secret Jamie was hiding beneath his clothes, and he'd win the personal bet he'd made.

He had the perfect plan, and the perfect opportunity to execute it.

First, it was Saturday, and Jamie was coming to his place in a few minutes for one of their typical gaming days.

Then, Tyler's parents weren't here for the whole weekend. There would be no distraction from his scheme, it could only work.

He jumped in excitement when he heard the doorbell and remembered to collect himself before opening the door to Jamie. He had to be as inconspicuous as possible.

He still beamed at Jamie when he saw him and bro hugged him. Jamie looked as good as ever. Tyler always wondered, in the corner of his mind, how a good looking guy like him didn't have a girlfriend yet. Hell, Tyler couldn't help but compare Jamie with his own girlfriend, Beth, and have a hard time deciding who was prettier. Jamie always looked clean too, smelled good, and had a lean, almost athletic body. Although if Tyler was fair, Jamie was pretty small, especially compared to him. But that wasn't really a fair comparison. Tyler was a linebacker after all.

He let Jamie in and the little guy instantly flopped on the couch after having removed his shoes. He looked right at home.

"You wanna sleep here? Mom and Dad aren't back until Monday" Tyler supplied. They hadn't talked about it, but it would potentially make things easier for his plan if Jamie had a sleepover.

Jamie sat up on the couch and seemed to consider it for a bit. "If you promise not to pick Ness in Smash" he compromised.

Tyler chuckled. "Yeah ok, I can pound you with any other character anyway."

Jamie scoffed but didn't say anything, the loser.

"I got soda, same old diet coke for you?" Tyler offered.

"Sure, thanks" Jamie quickly agreed. He was a sucker for that diet coke.

Tyler smiled as he went to the kitchen. Phase one of the plan was a success.

Phase two was soon underway as Tyler poured the diet coke in a glass and added a sleeping tablet.

-

Jamie was out in a matter of minutes. He must have been pretty tired already. Tyler knew his buddy had been stressed as of late, and he wondered if it had anything to do with the secret.
On one hand, he was glad the sleeping tablet worked so well, on the other hand, his heart squeezed a bit at the thought of taking advantage of Jamie. Or was it excitement?

Jamie was sprawled on the couch, head lolling on the side. His breathing was slow and regular, his mouth slightly open. He looked so vulnerable.

Tyler swallowed as he contemplated his next step. He realized, at the same time, that it had been long since he'd seen Jamie asleep, looking so peaceful and relaxed.

Finally, the moment of truth had come.

He'd decided sometime ago that he would accept Jamie's secret anyway, no matter what it was. He was just fed up of not knowing.

Tyler leaned down on top of Jamie and grabbed the bottom hem of his t-shirt. The white fabric was surprisingly soft between his finders, he hadn't noticed when he hugged him earlier.
Then, he slowly tugged it, and the shirt slid up to reveal a creamy smooth belly. Was that the beginning of a 6-pack? Tyler shook his head. He doubted that was the big secret. Plus, he'd already guessed the secret was not on Jamie's lower torso, he'd seen glimpses of it in his previously failed attempts.

He had to use a bit more force to tug the shirt further up as it bunched up, and then, Tyler just blinked.

Jamie's nipples.

Jamie had band-aids on them.

Band-aids.

On.

His.

Nipples.

"What the fuck?" Tyler breathed.

He did not expect— could not have expected that. Did Jamie have nipple piercings or something? Tyler was so going to take pictures, this was way better than he imagined.

He rolled the shirt up and tucked it into its own collar to make it hold up without his hands and carefully removed the band-aids. They were sticking to Jamie's skin, but the poor guy was so out of it he didn't even budge at what must be a pretty uncomfortable feeling.

But then, nothing.

No piercing, no nipple ring, no tattoo, no scar, not even one hair.

Tyler frowned.

He examined Jamie's nipples closer. They didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Okay, maybe they were... more pink than he expected.

And then, something magical seemed to happen. As Tyler breathed on them, he saw the nipples peek out. They were dark pink small buds, and they somehow looked soft and hard at the same time. Kind of like a hard dick had a certain squishy give to it, but at a much smaller scale.

Tyler couldn't help himself. He was fascinated as he brought a hand up and lightly flicked Jamie's left nipple. Yup, they were really soft, like a girl's. What the hell.

So that's what Jamie's been hiding all along? Girly nipples? Tyler almost laughed out loud, but then he saw Jamie shiver when a breeze went through the house, and his nipples looked like they hardened even further. It almost looked like it hurt.

Tyler didn't think beyond his growing curiosity. Just how much could he make them poke out? What color could they have?

He put his hands around Jamie's torso and a thumb on each nipple, and started massaging slowly. He chuckled to himself as he imagined himself flicking joysticks on a controller.

Jamie's eyes fluttered under Tyler's ministrations. It clearly affected him. Tyler marveled at the softness of his nipples, unable to tear his eyes from them. They just looked so... Cute. Yes, that was the word. Jamie's nipples were cute as fuck, and also maybe a bit sexy, if Tyler was honest.

His heart sped up as he reviewed what he just thought. What was wrong with him? How could he be thinking stuff like that about his best mate's nipples?

It was all Jamie's fault, Tyler thought idly as he started tugging on Jamie's buds.

Jesus Christ, why couldn't Tyler stop himself?

Jamie was breathing fast now and making tiny sounds when Tyler tugged a bit hard at his nipples. Tyler stopped when he heard a whimper.
Jamie still hadn't woken up, fortunately.

Tyler stared at the his nipples. They were red compared to earlier. He wondered if maybe he was hurting Jamie with the friction? But they were hard too, so he had to like it, right?
If Tyler followed the hard dick analogy, though, he realized it could feel good but still painful without using lube.

Right. Lube.

Tyler had lube in his bedroom. He used it to jack off and also for Beth. Oh yeah, his girlfriend. Somehow the view of Jamie's nipples had eclipsed all thoughts of her. He couldn't remember if he'd ever played with her nipples like he was doing with Jamie's now. He couldn't even remember what they looked like.

It didn't matter. Jamie's nipple were right here in front of him, perky and red. Tyler practically salivated at their sight. He pressed the palm of his hand on his crotch. Fuck, he was hard. No wonder he couldn't think right anymore. Because what he was about to do couldn't be right.

There was playfully tugging a bro's nipple, and then there was this.

Tyler brought the tip of his tongue to Jamie's left nipple (why always this one first, he had no idea), and licked the bud. It had some give, like he'd expected, but it was still hard, warm and tasted like skin.

Fuck, Tyler was so done. He circled the nipple with his tongue, manipulating it much more easily now that his saliva coated it.

Jamie let a moan out, his mouth hanging open and his cheeks reddening, his breath labored.

It looked so delicious with the wet shine on. Tyler tested it by licking the other nipple. He reared back to admire his work. Yup, he totally wanted to suck them now.

Tyler dove right in, tasting a pearl on his tongue before sealing his lips around it. Jamie exhaled in a lewd moan and shifted as Tyler sucked his nipple.

Tyler couldn't stop. Who knew his bro had such great tasting nipples? He released one and looked at the swollen pink bud before shifting to the other one and suckling the fuck out of it too.

He could do this for hours and not get bored.

-

Jamie sleepily opened his eyes. He couldn't see much through his lashes, but that wasn't the most worrying thing. No, he was more preoccupied with the succion noises and the burning in his nipples.

He let out a noise when the wet heat around his left nipple relocated on his right nipple.

Tyler. Jamie's eyes widened as he recognized Tyler in front of his chest. What was he doing?

Jamie moaned again as a pad brushed against his sensitive and swollen left nipple.

"T-Tyler" Jamie croaked. He couldn't get the fog of sleep out of his mind. He wasn't sure what was happening. He just knew his dick was hard and leaking, and something, (Tyler?) was sucking his nipples with such gusto he had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head from the pleasure it procured.

The sucking stopped, and Jamie almost whined as his nipples were left out to the cool breeze brushing them. That felt good too, made him shiver.

"Jamie," Tyler's voice was hoarse. Now that Jamie could focus a bit better, he saw Tyler's face close to his, his pupils dilated, almost filling out the blue of his irises, and his lips red and shiny, as if he'd licked them too much.

"Can I suck your nipples?" Tyler deadpanned.

Jamie jolted awake at that. Right, his nipples. They were out, Tyler was staring at them. Jamie felt himself flush under the scrutiny. What the hell was going on? He was about to ask when Tyler flicked his tongue over one of them. Jamie cried out.

"Please, Jamie, I can see how sensitive they are. Why did you hide them from me?" Tyler didn't even wait for a response. He put his mouth on a nipple and sucked loudly, twirling the bud inside his mouth with his tongue. Jamie's hand shot out to grip at Tyler's head. He didn't know if he was horrified or if he wanted more.

Tyler didn't let him choose.

"I love your nipples man," Tyler started, and switched nipples again. "I wanna suck them, can I?" he suckled again.

Jamie's eyes finally rolled up as heat enveloped his aching nipples turn by turn while the other was achingly rubbed and tugged at by fingers. He was gone. He was nothing but a mess. He couldn't think clearly enough to point out the obvious flaw in Tyler's version of consent.

Tyler was destroying him, this was the end. All this time he'd made sure to give as little stimulation to his nipples, all the effort he went through to keep his own hand off them. All ruined by his best friend sucking his nipples.

Jamie sluggishly looked down at Tyler and at his own nipples, pert, shiny and the most swollen he's ever seen them. They positively looked sexual and lewd and— how could he live without having them sucked all the time now? How was all of this even possible?

Tyler was relentless, as if to prove something, he continuously mauled Jamie's chest for the better part of several minutes before increasing his pace and sucking and tugging at them fast and hard, like a goddamn tit sucking champion. Where did he learn how to do this?

No matter, Jamie couldn't keep up and the pleasure overwhelmed him during a particularly long suck, waves of heat traveling through his body and gathering in his flexing balls. He ejaculated on his own belly with a silent moan, his mouth opening uselessly, his vision almost whitening from the intensity of the orgasm.

When he came to himself, Tyler was looking at him, a cheeky smile splitting his face.

"You bastard" Jamie said without heat.

Tyler laughed. "You loved it, I loved it. Damn Jamie nipples." he shook his head.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jamie frowned.

"I'll tell you if you let me suck them again after I beat you in Smash."
Tyler had a glint in his eyes.

Jamie groaned. "Milk won't come out you know" he said, feeling his face heat up more, if that was even possible.

"That's where you're wrong man, came right out of your dick from having your tits sucked, didn't it?" Tyler waggled his eyebrows, and subsequently made Jamie want to sink into the couch and disappear.

Still, Jamie didn't refuse Tyler's proposition.