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I was so lucky to have Harry as my best friend. He's smart, funny, kind and incredibly attractive (but he doesn't know that I think so!). I've known him for years, and we have always hung out, especially since we go back to school, but over the past few years, he's changed so much physically, and now, at 18, he was built like a god. He has short, spiky, black hair, dreamy brown eyes and a facial structure more chiselled than Michelangelo's David. He had an elongated torso (due to being so tall, way over 6') but this didn't stop him from building up some serious muscle. I'd seen him shirtless before, and it was difficult not to fall over as a result of my suddenly weak knees. His well-defined pecs and six pack filled out shirts exquisitely as did his tree-trunk arms. His legs and ass were similarly mind-boggling, and I never ceased to be amazed at the way they rippled so elegantly when he walked. He'd begun sprouting some proper body hair over the last couple of years as well, now coating his legs, forearms, armpits, and, most importantly, in his crotch.
Me, I'm Jack, and I'm not so much to look at. I'm about 5'9 and my slim musculature owes more to my place on the swim team than to my very occasional gym visits. I have a flat torso, marked by what may be the very beginnings of a six pack, and my limbs look pretty pathetically thin compared to Harry's. While I was by no means behind in terms of physical development, my family's genetics meant that body hair was relatively sparse on me. I had always felt pretty inferior about my body, especially as it meant (or so I had thought) that I was less likely to catch the hottest guys.
One night, Harry came over to mine to hang out while my parents were away for the weekend. He came over earlier than he had told me he would the previous day, so I was caught off guard when the doorbell rang - I was wanking to a gay magazine (pretty old-fashioned, I know, but the internet connection can be pretty bad in my house). I hurriedly stucked my dick into my trousers, and hid the magazine under my bed, next to where I keep everything I don't want my parents finding, then I ran downstairs to open the door for him.
"Hey, what's up man?" he greeted me loudly with an wide grin on his face, before stepping forward and sweeping me into a friendly embrace. His habit of doing this was torture. In normal circumstances, I found it difficult enough not to sprout a boner in this situation, but it was even more difficult now, with a semi still half-visible. I had to just hope he couldn't feel it on his leg as we hugged.
"Bro, you got a boner!" he said, as he withdrew. "Did I catch you in the middle of something, or are you just happy to see me?".
We both laughed, and went into the next room. Neither of us really had a plan for the evening, we just talked, and played PS3, and watched TV for a bit too. Around 8pm, he suggested we crack open some booze, and I agreed. I told him to go up to my room and find the bottle of vodka under my bed, not remembering what else I had put there.
A minute later, he came back down the stairs with a shocked look on his face. "Jack, I have to ask you something." That set off alarm bells in my head, so I turned towards him. "Are you gay?" As he said it, he showed me the magazine from under my bed that he had found.
I realised the game was up and decided to admit it rather than to risk our friendship further by continuing the lie. I took a deep breath, and said, "Harry... I wasn't going to tell you, but I guess there's no way out now. Yeah, I'm gay. I've never liked women, but I thought you might not want to be my friend any more if I told you."
"I wish you had told me," he replied. "We've known each other since forever, and I would never keep anything from you. And why would you being gay ever matter to me?"
I breathed out suddenly as my fears turned out not to be true. Then, I realised I was crying, and smiling at the same time.
We both rushed to hug each other again and I felt him clasp me with real affection and warmth. Eventually, we separated, and I saw a sly look cross his face.
"But while we're on the subject of you preferring guys, I just had an idea. Since Samantha dumped me, I haven't had anywhere I can dump my cum. If you really do love cock, then I'll let you suck mine."
I suddenly lit up with the widest smile I can every remember having and said yes. He lifted me up from the couch with his huge arms, and pushed me to my knees. I knelt face-to-face with his canvas shorts and the growing bulge inside.
"Pull them off," he told me, with a tone of dominance entering his voice.
I did as he said, and looked back up at him.
"Now get naked. I want to drench your whole body with my cum."
I quickly pulled everything off, while he took off his shirt. Eventually, I was kneeling, nude, in front of his crotch, while he wore a tight pair of cotton boxer shorts.
"Show me you want my cock, Jack. Show me you need it." And with that, he clasped the back of my head and drove my face onto his crotch.
The smell was overwhelming. The deliciously sweaty scent of his manhood filled my nostrils, bringing my own 5' cock to attention. With my mouth, I grasped at his bulge with my mouth, trying as hard as I could to feel the shape of his cock beneath the cotton. After a while of this absurdly erotic power display, Harry pulled my head back.
Smiling thinly, his brown eyes boring deeply into mine, he pulled down his boxer shorts, and exposed his 7' semi-hard cock, which sprung immediately into my face.
"Now, you're gonna get the real thing."
Sorry for the cliff-hanger! I will write the next section soon. As mentioned before, comments are appreciated.