The Evolution of Friendship: A Love Story

Axel was basically just coasting through life. He hated his job at the airport and dreaded going there. At first, everyone was suspicious of him since he was the boss’s son. It took some convincing, but he managed to get everyone to understand he wasn’t there to make their lives difficult. 

One of our high school buddies was back after only one year of college. He had to take care of some family matters. Scott Weston was the friend I least connected with. He was frequently a jerk to me, but being a part of a big group, it wasn’t as bad. Now, with him back in town, he was demanding Axel’s attention. For whatever reason, Scott and Axel were close.

Axel and Scott started going out together more often. While I was chasing boys and hanging out with my friends, Axel was out with Scott chasing girls and being dudes. This also meant Scott was hanging around the house more often. When Scott wasn’t around, Axel and I were as we always were. When Scott was around, Axel was less cozy with me. I didn’t mind. I knew why he had to be that way. I tried my best to avoid being there when Scott was there. He was this super conservative, Reagan youth from a military family. He had all the anti-gay things to say. Axel tried to keep him under control. He knew it hurt me to hear these things. Scott wasn’t the most gay friendly to begin with, but he’s really awful now. I wonder if he’s hiding his own secret.

“Dude! Stop with the gay jokes!”

“Why? Are you a faggot?”

“No, I’m not gay. It’s just not cool.”

“Yeah right. Are you protecting your boyfriend? You know he’s a faggot, right?”

“STOP. I will put you through a wall. Try not to ruin our fun, ok?”

“Poor Gayson. He’s gonna get AIDS and d-”

Axel hit Scott in the back of his head and almost sent him to the ground. “I said stop.”

I really loved how Axel came to my defense and didn’t give away my secret (at least I don’t think he ever did). I’m sure it was obvious, but Scott wasn’t going to be cool about it, so why give him any ammunition? No matter how much of a jerk Scott was, Axel was always a good guy. Their friendship was so different from ours. If Scott stayed over, he slept on the couch. He and Axel sat across the sofa from one another. Axel didn’t worry about leaving Scott behind at the bar when he had a hook up. Scott was such a jerk, he almost never got the girls he wanted. Axel almost rubbed it in his face that being nice to girls got him all the ass he could handle.

All through this time, Axel just went through the motions. He fucked girls and usually didn’t bother with them again. He was completely mechanical about the whole thing. He was so hot, girls didn’t care what they did with him, they just wanted a chance to be with him. It seemed like Axel just used the girls to get off. He never talked about any of them and aside from a few dates, he never got very far with them. 

It seemed like Scott was always trying to break up mine and Axel’s friendship. I am certain he was jealous of how close Axel and I were. 

“Why does he even live here?”

“Why not? He’s great to have around. He doesn’t get along with his family. He’s my friend.”

“I never did understand why you two were such good friends. There’s like nothing about either of you that goes together. I don’t know why you want to be a buddy to a f-”

“If you say that one more time, I’m going to beat the fuck out of you.”

“Yeah, whatever man. I’m telling you. He’s not right.”

“He is right. There’s nothing wrong with him. We’ve all been friends for so long. Why you gotta be a dick?”

I always felt like things with Scott and Axel were going to end badly. Scott was becoming more and more of the kind of person none of us wanted to be around. He started buying guns. He went on about the military and how we needed to ‘bomb the shit out of the sand ni…’ I think you know where that was going. Scott wasn’t always like this, but he was the one of us that changed a lot and for the worst. Axel was so patient and really wanted to be a good friend. He tried so hard. Scott’s antagonism toward me was a major factor in how things went for them.

***

“I”m heading out dude. Scott and I are doing an overnight in Atlantic City with this couple of chicks we picked up last weekend. You have the house to yourself.”

Axel winked at me as he said that.

“You boys have fun. Here’s $100 - win some money for me.”

“You bet buddy. Have fun. Oh, and I know it’s your birthday this weekend. I haven’t forgotten. We even up again.”

It was a Friday in March and my birthday was Sunday. I’d finally turn 19 - that’s what he meant by ‘even up’, we’re both 19 now. I was worried that he’d forgotten since he was going away for the night, but I guess he was planning to be here on the actual day.

The crew at Melissa’s had plans for me that night. This would be my first birthday with my new friends. They were planning a little party for me at the bar. It was a really fun night. It made me so happy that I had this whole community of gays that cared about me. 

I partied for hours that night. We danced and drank like it was the end of the world. I also met an adorable boy. His name was Peter and he was visiting from Canada. He was also 19 and flirted with me all night. We finally kissed and started fooling around.

“Damn birthday boy, you are so cute.”

“Aww, thanks. You’re adorable too.”

“Can I be your birthday present tonight?”

“I’d love that. Where are you staying?’

“Oh, we can’t go back to my cousins house. Can’t we go to your place? I thought I heard someone say you had a house?”

I had never brought anyone home before. I never wanted to mix my gay life with my home life. I figured since Axel was going to be gone, why not?

“I guess, sure. You can come to my house. My roommate isn’t home tonight, so that works out.” I hated referring to Axel as my roommate.

“Very convenient! Let’s go before I rip your clothes off right here.”

We wasted no time when we got to the house. We started to make out hot and heavy in the living room. We were all over each other. It felt so weird to be doing this in the house I shared with the guy I was in love with. I must have given it away that I was nervous or something.

“Are you ok? You’ve done this before, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. We’re good. I’ve definitely done this before, just not here.”

“Then let’s go to your room.”

I think he misunderstood what I meant by ‘not here’, but that really didn’t matter anymore. I grabbed Peter by the hand and we ran up to my room. We got right to it, getting naked and getting busy. He was aggressive. Maybe it was because he was drunk or maybe he was really into me, but he really drove the action. He went down on me and swallowed my cock. That wasn’t difficult considering how small I am. While he slurped on my cock, he slipped his fingers into my ass. I never took the time to see if I was clean down there and was kind of worried that I wouldn’t be. 

“Hey, maybe we shouldn’t go down there this time.”

“Oh fuck no. I didn’t get you here to hold back. Who knows when the next time will be. Don’t worry. I’m good with anything,”

I could feel it and smell it. Even though I had prepped before I went out, sometimes it was unavoidable. It was weird that he didn’t seem to care. Was he into it? Ew. I just remember being kind of disgusted, but I was really curious what he’d do. My cock was hard as a rock, so I guess it wasn’t that big of a deal.

There was a moment when he pulled off of my cock and wasn’t doing anything to me. When I looked down, he was licking his fingers like he’d just finished a bucket of chicken. I thought I should say something, even stop this before it got gross. I didn’t, plus it already was. I let him keep going and I was a little more than turned on by this new weirdness, which really freaked me out. He pushed my legs up in the air and shoved his face into my ass. At this point I had no control over what was happening and it was obvious he was into this mess. I didn’t know what to do. I had no idea guys would like this. He was licking my dirty ass and digging his tongue deep into it.

I just laid back and enjoyed the expert rim job. It was like the smell and taste of shit was making him crazy. When he lifted his head up and looked at me, his face was a bit messy and he had a literal shit eating grin. He spit onto his dirty hands and got his cock wet. I felt him easing his cock into me. It wasn’t big, maybe 7 inches, but it was a bit thick. It felt different than other times. He was sliding his cock into my dirty ass. It was making him groan and moan as he gently eased in and out of me. He really took his time fucking me. It wasn’t like that hard pounding I got from Jonathan, it was a slow, deliberate fucking. The feeling of his cock and my shit was actually really intense. I liked it. I felt bad about that.

It didn’t take Peter long, but he finally came. He leaned down to kiss me while he stroked my cock with his now filthy hands. It was weird tasting my own shit when he kissed me, but it wasn’t horrible either. I was really questioning myself. It was a good thing we were so drunk. I blasted my own load and we crashed.

What happened next was absolutely horrifying to me. Axel came home. 

He was supposed to be gone for the night? Why was he home? It’s like 4:00 in the morning. What the fuck?

I couldn’t move. I was not very presentable and certainly not in any condition to be seen by Axel. I just laid there and hoped that he would just go to his room. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. He peered into my room. I hadn’t closed the door since I wasn’t expecting anyone.

“Hey dude...” He started to walk in and then saw Peter. “Fuck, sorry dude. I should have known you’d have somebody here with you.”

Of course Peter would wake up and roll over. I just pushed him back. I didn’t want Axel to see that he had shit on his face.

“Holy fuck. You didn’t tell me there was a god in the house.”

“That’s my roommate. He’s about to go to bed.”

“Sorry guys. I will see you in the morning. Or, well, actually, later.”

As Axel walked back out of the room, I felt relieved until he said one more thing before he left.

“It smells like someone shit themselves in here.”

***

I never really did get much sleep that night. Peter woke up for more sex a couple of hours after Axel came home. I wasn’t one to turn down another fucking, so I let him climb on top of me and fuck me some more. My ass was no less dirty than it was two hours ago, it was probably even worse. I knew I needed to get to the bathroom soon. After Peter came a second time he pulled his cock out.

“Do you wanna suck it clean?”

“I-I-I don’t think so?”

“Are you sure? It’s fucking hot.”

“No. Not this time.”

“OK babe. Can I shower?”

I sent Peter to the bathroom and tried to clean up the mess we made in my bed. I opened the windows and sprayed cologne to try and kill off the shit smell. I was horrified. Axel can’t know about this. If there is any remote chance he would want me, this wasn’t going to help.

“Yeah, sorry. It does get messy. I have latex sheets at home.”

“So you do this on the regular?”

“Oh fuck yes. You’ll have to come to Toronto some time and play. I’ll show you a real hot time.”

“I’ll think about that.”

“Well, I guess I should go since your roommate is home. Might be awkward now, no?”

“Yeah. It might be. I have no idea what happened. Hey, I had fun tonight.”

“Did you? I mean, I know that might have been weird for you. You’ve never done scat play before, have you?”

“Um, I didn’t even know it was a thing until now.”

“I appreciate you not being a dick about it. You let me have my kind of fun. Lots of guys just kick me out.”

“It was, um, interesting?”

“You have a funny habit of saying everything like a question.”

“Sorry. I’m nervous.”

Peter came over and gave me a hug, and made out with before he said goodbye. We exchanged phone numbers so he could let me know when he was back in town again. 

I didn’t even bother going back to bed. I took the sheets to the laundry in the basement and got myself cleaned up. Hopefully Axel won’t even remember that he smelled anything. Axel had never seen me with anyone before. I was so scared for some reason. I thought maybe living here isn’t such a good idea. After putting a clean set of sheets on the bed, I just laid down and stared at the ceiling as the sun came up. Axel got up to pee and walked past. Sometimes he liked to sleep naked. That night was one of those nights. As he walked back, he stopped at my door.

“Where’s your friend?”

“He had to go. Why are you home? I thought it was an overnight?”

“I’ll be right back.”

Axel wandered off and then came walking into my room and climbed into my bed. He had brought the bowl and some pot with him. We hadn’t smoked together since we’d gone to work. He got under the covers and laid back, crossing his legs and started packing the bowl.

“I really fucking need this tonight. I guess if I fail a drug test, Dad can fix it, right? Anyway, Scott was such a fucking asshole. I couldn’t deal with it.”

“What did he do?” I was fidgeting a bunch so I could hide my little hardon in my underwear. My sexy hunk of a best friend was laying naked with me. I was especially horny that night. I usually was when I had sex.

“I don’t want to go into it, but the short version is he decided he would try to get two other girls to join him and the girl he was with. She wanted no part of it. She demanded that her friend, the girl I was about to fuck, take her home. I told Scott to fix things and of course he couldn’t. I told him I was leaving and he needed to go. He told me to fuck myself and I left the three of them there in Atlantic City.”

“Wow. With no ride back home?”

“Fuck them all. I was so annoyed with the girls anyway and Scott was being a douchebag. This was all his idea and he fucked it all up.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re home.”

“I’m happy to be home...with you.”

Axel looked over at me and I think it was the first time he had a certain look in his eyes. He smiled at me and it just seemed like he was going to kiss me. I was ready to kiss him. We just stared at each other for a bit as we both took hits off the bowl. He finally broke his gaze.

“So, tell me all about this dude. Did you get to home base?”

“Yes, but I don-”

“Oh no. You always ask about my sexcapades, so now you get to tell me about yours.”

“Yeah, but you like to share details of the girls you fuck.”

“And now you get to share details of the boy you fucked.”

I started to tell him all about the night. The drinking and dancing for my birthday, the fun we all had and how Peter hit on me. I told how we came home and started to fool around. Axel insisted on more details. He wasn’t going to let me just skip over anything. This was the first time I was discussing gay sex with Axel and he had lots of questions. Sometimes pot made Axel chatty and this was one of those times. 

“So, he went down on you. Was he a good cocksucker?”

“Yeah, it was ok.”

“Then what? Did he play with your balls? I love when chicks play with my balls while they suck me off.”

I made a mental note of that. “He, um, put his fingers in my ass.”

Axel hit the bowl again and passed it back to me for the last hit. “How did that feel?”

“I, uh liked it, but I was um...nevermind...so he started licking my ass.”

“Wait a minute dude, you’re leaving something out.”

“Come on Ax, I can’t.”

“You sure as fuck can.” 

Axel started to pack another bowl. We weren’t getting away from this conversation. I slumped down and felt flush. I’m sure I was red as a radish.

“Dude, what could possibly be so embarrassing? Oh! Wait!”

“I was dirty.”

“You had to shit. Fuck. That explains the smell. Why didn’t you just stop man? That is fucking gross.”

Now I was completely humiliated. If I could melt into the bed, I would. This was absolutely the worst thing ever. Axel will never want to be with me. Axel will probably not even want to be my friend. He just called me gross. Fuck.

“I couldn’t. I mean I didn’t. I-I didn’t want to.”

“Seriously? You liked shitting on this guys fingers?”

“Axel! Please. I don’t want to do this anymore.” I started to cry.

“No. No. I’m sorry dude. I won’t say anything else. Just keep going. I want to know it all. It’s important to me.”

He put his hand on my shoulder as he said that. That made me melt. Why was this so important to him? Ugh. I had to keep going. I decided to rush things along.

“Jesus Christ. So, he put his fingers in my ass, licked my shit off them, then he licked my shitty ass and then he literally fucked the shit out of me until he blew a load in my ass. Then we crashed and then you came home. Happy now? I’m your disgusting freak of a faggot friend.”

“Whoa! Dude. You’re not disgusting. You’re not a freak. Well, maybe you’re a freak, but a good kind. I think.” Axel was getting his words messed up since he was getting pretty stoned. Maybe he’d forget all of this. I hit the bowl really hard.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Wait. Just a minute. I ain’t done. Two more questions. Did you like the shit stuff?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmmm, that tells me all I need to know”

“And does this make you the taker or like the girly one because you took his cock? Are you, what do you call it?”

“A bottom. Yes. I’m a bottom. I like to get fucked and get fucked hard. ENOUGH!!”

“Man. Easy dude. I didn’t think you were the bottom one. I thought you’d be the dude.”

“AXEL!” I just rolled over and put my head under the pillow to avoid him.

“Ok. Sorry dude. This was interesting.”

Later that morning I made breakfast. We didn’t really talk at all then or for the rest of the day. I cleaned the house and he did some stuff outside. It was an awkward day for sure.

It figures the first guy Axel sees me with is fucking weirdo. I just made it worse by saying I didn’t know if I didn’t like it. Why didn’t I just say it was gross? Ugh. Why did I let that boy do that to me. Fuck. As if I need any more things wrong with me.