Best Buddies

Pete and I were best buddies, more like brothers, but my feelings for him were much stronger than friendly or brotherly love. We’d grown up together in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and together we dreamed our way out of it. We studied in the same class, hung out in the same company of school friends, and sometimes slept together at his or my place (and in one bed if it was winter). I was gay and not ashamed of it, but not particularly open about it either, considering the small-minded attitude of local folks. Finding a boyfriend or, at least, a partner seemed impossible in such an environment, so I jerked off pretty much every day, and there used to be a lot of Pete in my fantasies. Of course, I drooled over other dudes too, but Pete was special. He really cared about me. He stuck up for me if I was bullied by the older guys. He could cheer me up if I was sad and share my joy if I was happy, and I thought things would always be this way. I kept my feelings for him a secret in fear it would ruin our friendship if he found out. It’s never easy to hide when you love someone, but I had no choice. Everything changed when he began to go out with girls. I knew what he wanted from them and what they wanted from him, and it was natural because we were 16 already, but I still was jealous, and it bugged me out. I told myself Pete was just a buddy and avoided him, but then I missed him and felt sorry for my behavior and sought his attention. It was insane, but Pete never freaked out. He was always there for me, and it made me even more unstable until everything changed again...

It was late evening in January. Pete dropped by all of a sudden and said we were going to watch porn. It’s funny, but we loved watching porn together. His older brother worked at a video store, my parents worked mostly night shifts, and we had a VCR at home, so if Pete got a cassette with an adult movie, the only place he could watch it comfortably was my place. Jerking off wasn’t a problem. We were friends, we were boys, and we were old enough to know why boys would watch adult movies. So when I was ready, I just told Pete to get out of the room and give me, like, 10 minutes. He did the same when it was his turn. I waited in the kitchen, smoking dad’s cigarettes and looking out the window, while Pete sat there by the TV, stroking his cock and shooting his spunk all over himself. I obsessively imagined walking into the room and falling on my knees at Pete’s feet and swallowing his cock no matter what he says. I actually thought that, in the heat of the moment, he wouldn’t mind his buddy giving him a blowjob, but two major problems stopped me. First, I’d never sucked cock, so what if he wouldn’t like it? Second, he was my best buddy and our friendship meant a lot to both of us, so I couldn’t ruin it. That’s what I was thinking again and again as he wanked and I waited.

Neither of us limited himself to only one ejaculation. We both had a lot of spunk in our teenage balls. Our raging hormones and overactive sex drive made us voracious, so we went through this process of coming and going several times per evening and wanked like crazy. And we actually watched all those movies together until one of us got too hot and wanted to cum. Pete loved to discuss what he saw in a movie as we were watching it, but he only talked about girls and never about guys.

“I wanna rub my cock between her boobs,” he would say, his voice low, his grin lewd. “What a great fucking ass! I bet it feels awesome when you slide in... It might’ve been tight at first, but even tight asses gape like this if you fuck ‘em long enough, did you know that? I’d let her lick my asshole and suck my balls before I fuck her like an animal and shoot my cum all over her face!”

“Yeah, I bet you’d do,” I would mumble.

The gape we saw on screen might be remarkable, but I couldn’t pretend I had any interest in girls, their boobs, their pussies, their asses, or whatever it is that straight dudes like about girls. I was into guys, their big cocks, their massive balls, their muscular bodies. Pete’s comments still turned me on, not only because he talked dirty and mentioned his cock, balls, asshole, and cum all the time, but also because he expressed his desires so openly. He had no shame, and it was beautiful. Sometimes I watched him, not the movie. I watched him longingly. I loved the way he bit his lips and rubbed the bulge in his jeans and breathed heavily from the excitement. His cock was big—I’d even say too big for a boy of 16. I knew it because he never tried to hide his morning wood when we woke up together in his or my bed. Instead, he drew my attention to it with some kind of a greasy joke or by simply saying his balls were so full they hurt and his cock was so hard he’d fuck anyone. We were friends, I told myself over and over again, but I didn’t on that winter evening, because something was different, something had changed in his gaze, in his voice, in the air.

We were watching the movie he’d brought from his brother’s video store. It was titled Carmen: La Zoccola Spagnola, and there was this actor, Hakan Serbes, who looked just like Pete’s adult version. I told Pete about it.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, looking at the screen.

That moment, my attention shifted from Hakan’s amazing cock back to Pete, and I realized he’d been oddly quiet all evening. No laughing. No talking about gaping asses or deepthroating or cum eating. No bulge rubbing in front of my face. Something had happened, and I couldn’t help thinking I’d done something wrong. I got anxious.

“Everything’s okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Pete said, still not looking at me.

Nothing was okay. But he didn’t look angry or annoyed. He looked serious and focused as if he’d planned something and now waited for the right moment to do it. And he was aroused, really aroused. His huge erection bulged in his tight jeans, so my eyes were drawn to it naturally. The atmosphere in the room felt explosive now that Pete kept quiet. I knew it was going to explode.

He looked at me, and I looked away, turning red, my heart racing.

“It’s too hot here,” Pete said.

Then he stood up and took off his shirt.

His body seemed like a work of art to me. It was beautiful, muscular, strong, and smooth. It was perfect. I gasped for breath, staring at him. He wasn’t showing off. He didn’t need to. I’d seen him in just his favorite Speedo briefs, like, a million times before, and I’d seen him without his favorite Speedo briefs several times too, but this time, even his half-nakedness was special and truly erotic. The distinctive perfume of a hot teenage dude filled up the room. I squirmed in my chair. It was too hot here for sure.

He sat on the couch but didn’t turn his eyes to the screen. He looked at me again. Now I looked at him too, my heart pounding in my chest. We were silent for just a moment, but it seemed to last for a lifetime. I knew what he was going to say, and finally, he said it.

“Let’s do it like they do in the movie.”

“What the fuck?!” I whispered.

“I want you to suck my cock,” he said in a quiet, husky voice and then repeated, louder, “I want you to suck my cock!”

“Me too,” I said.

“Then why are you sitting there instead of swallowing my fucking cock?” he demanded.

“I’m sorry, dude,” I mumbled, kneeling before him and reaching out for his fly.

I didn’t bother to undress him. I wanted to get to his cock as soon as possible, so I just pulled down his jeans and his black briefs. His massive cock sprung free and slapped his abs. It was dripping precum. It was wet and slimy. I stroked it gently, and Pete let out a faint moan. I could sense the rich musky smell of his cock and balls, and I even wondered for a moment if all guys smell that nicely down there by the end of the day, but I had no time to think about it. Pete’s cock was throbbing in my hand. I ran my tongue over its head, and he moaned again.

“Take it in your mouth,” he said impatiently.

I didn’t think of our friendship anymore. I just sucked his cock, and it felt better than life. I didn’t know how to do it, but I didn’t have to know. I just sucked it, slurped it, stroked it. My mouth was full of saliva and Pete’s viscous precum, and I knew, somehow, I should watch my teeth. I also knew Pete would love it if I licked his cockhead and massaged his swollen balls with my hand as I stroked his cock. I did, and he actually loved it. He groaned. He was on the edge.

“That's it, dude,” he whispered. “Fuck, it feels awesome! Suck my fucking cock!”

Now this was the proper commentary, the one I’d craved to hear from him for so long. I definitely wanted Pete to feel awesome. I wanted to take his cock deeper into my mouth, but he gave me no chance. He was too hot and desperate to cum, so he grabbed me by the head and thrust his cock into my throat in one quick, forceful move. Tears flowed from my eyes, and my first reaction was to try to break out, but I didn’t move. His cock seemed to have just plunged past my throat, and my face was now jammed into his soft dark pubes. I couldn’t breathe, but it still felt great because his cock was throbbing hard and shooting spunk. One massive shot after another, one after another. I was absolutely dazed and could only hear Pete’s moans and cries.

Then he let me go. I sat on my butt, gasping for air. He pulled up his jeans. I thought he’d leave now. I thought we’d never be friends again. And I was mortified because the only thing I could think about was the disappointment that I hadn’t tasted his spunk. I was about to burst into tears.

But he patted me on the head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll cum in your mouth next time, not your throat.”

I stared at him. Now I was about to burst into anger because this asshole planned to fuck me more. After all the suffering I’d been through because of him!

“Don’t say anything,” he said. “If you hate me now because I didn’t fuck you long before tonight, well... I was just as afraid to lose you as you were afraid to lose me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” I shouted. “That was a fucking nightmare! You don’t—”

“Shut the fuck up!” he shouted back. “I know everything you want to tell me. I once had to jerk off three fucking times in a row after sleeping beside you all night, and I kept thinking friends aren’t supposed to seduce friends, and I was sure you’re 100% straight if you don’t pick up any of my fucking cues, and I was feeling like a sick fuck because I want to fuck the shit out of you... That’s what I’ve been through! And tonight, I was so fucking scared, but I couldn’t hold it anymore. I thought you were going to kick me out and stop being my best buddy. And then you just suck my fucking cock like you’ve waited for it your entire life! Shut the fuck up and don’t say it was a nightmare because you’re so fucking stupid and—”

He couldn’t finish this fiery speech because I was kissing him.

“Dude, you’re a fucking idiot,” he mumbled with my tongue in his mouth. “But you’re my idiot now. I won’t let you go!”