I quickly dialed 911. My heart pounding in my chest. It took about 3 minutes for the ambulance to get here. I just stood there, frozen, as they carried my best friend away. I tried to rush after the paramedics, but a large hand stopped me.

Man: Excuse me, sir. I need to ask you a few questions.

Me: Uh, okay, yeah, sure.

Man: Can you remember what happened to Jason?

Me: Yeah, we were, I mean he was, sort of ...

Man: Yes?

Me: He was kind of giving me a blowjob.

He looked taken aback, but continued with his questions.

Man: Oh, okay. What happened then?

Me: I tried to get him off of me.

Man: Was he trying to rape you?

Me: Fuck no! He was just, trying to pleasure me, and I didn't want it from him.

Man: How'd you get him off of you?

Me: I thrust my hips forward.

Man: Ah, so that's what he choked on. I noticed he had a puncture wound in the back of his throat. It'll probably need surgery to fix it up.

Me: Will he be okay?

Man: It's unclear the amount of damage that has been done. He's lost a lot of blood, only time will tell.

Me: Oh My God!

Man: If I may ask, for medical backup, how big are you?

Me: What do you mean?

Man: I mean, how big is your junk?

Me: Oh, uh, 11 inches.

The doctor, once again, looked taken aback, but recovered his composure.

Man: No wonder he chocked.

Me: What?!

Man: It's just, your so large. I'd love to see it sometime in the near future.

Me: Aren't you suppose to be fucking helping me, and Jason. Besides, I'm straight.

Man: I'm just grabbing some informatio, some for the case, some for a more personal reason. Anyways, if you're straight, why was he blowing you?

Me: That's none of your damn business.

I rush past him and grab my keys. I head to the car in a fast pace, the doctor right behind me. I get into my 2013 Mustang, and slam the door shut. I put the gear in reverse and drive off, as the doctor gets in his own vehicle.

After about a 50 minute drive, I finally reach the hospital. It's been about an hour an a half since Jason chocked.

As I walk in, an assistant gives me his room number. I found out that he's just got out if surgery, and is in room 201.

I walk at a fast pace to reach his room, slowly opening the door.

He's asleep. I shakingly walk to his bed, looking at him.

He's so beautiful. His face is the face of a man, smooth, yet not babyish. His hair is ruffled, and his eyebrows arched. The muscles down his neck lead straight to his chest, which is still clothed by the nightgown.

What have a done? I love Jason, in a brother type. Maybe more, I'm not sure.

Me: Jason, I know you can't here, but I'm so fucking sorry, dude! I feel like a complete ass! I never meant to hurt you like this, I was just scared, and nervous of what this will do to our amazing friendship. I love you so much, Jason! Please don't leave me! I just need you to wake up, for me.

With that said, I start bawling my eyes out. Not even giving a shit who sees me. Jason means so much to me, I can't loose him. I slide my hand into his, and grip it hard.

Jason: Dusstiinn..?

Me: Yes, yes I'm here.

Jason: What happened?

Me: You chocked.

Jason: On what?

Me: Uh, my dick.

Jason: Right, I remember now. I told you it was huge.

I couldn't help laughing.

Me: Dude, I'm so sorry.

Jason: It's okay, it was worth it. Can you do me a favor?

Me: Anything!

Jason: Lay with me?

Me: You sure, aren't you in pain?

Jason: I'll be fine.

And with that, I laid next to him. Just a gown covering him up. As I lay by my best bud, I imagine life without him, and shudder at the thought.



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