I like this one and I hope you will too. Probably a one-parter, but if well-received, I may consider writing a second part.
"DEFCON 6!!! Be there in five!" read the message on my phone. It was Johnny.
Johnny and I met in college when we were assigned to the same dorm room. He was cool and we quickly became good friends. He was a typical gymbro and since I always wanted to start going to the gym, I joined him and he taught me everything. And while we studied in different fields, we had very similar day routines, so we spent a lot of time together even outside of gym.
When I saw his message, I kind of freaked out. "defcon 6" was our code for "something absolutely diabolically terrible happened and I need help". Over our - at this point - seven year long friendship, we only used it a handful of times and it was always in a really serious and fucked up situation. Although it went against the defcon scale, where defcon 1 is the most serious and defcon 5 is peacetime, defcon 0 sounded weird..
Before I could call him to ask whether he was okay, the bell rang. He was already here. I buzzed him in and opened the door, expecting to see him torn apart as if he just returned from a battle with an alligator. He rushed up the stairs and... he didn't look any different. Apart from the expression his face was making.
He ran in and ran towards the kitchen. I closed the front door and went after him to ask what was wrong. When I entered the kitchen, I saw him going through my booze cabinet and taking the 93% bottle out.
"Jesus Christ what are you doing?" I shouted.
"Sorry man, I need to knock myself out ASAP!"
I snatched the bottle out of his hand and poured both of us a shot glass before he poisoned himself. "What's happening, bro?" I asked, giving him the glass and dreading the answer.
"Cheers" he said and chugged the drink.
"Bottoms up, I guess" I replied and drank mine. "So what's happening?"
"You remember Nancy Newman?"
"The cheerleader from our college no man could keep out of his dreams?"
"Dreams weren't enough. I found her spicy pictures on the internet and jerked myself to bliss countless times" he said and poured us two more glasses. He drank his immediately.
"Spicy pictures? Why have I not seen them yet?!" I asked and drank mine.
"Not the time! Today I got a message from Tom."
"Tom?"
"Newman!"
"That fucking neanderthal brother of hers?"
"Yes, her gorilla brother. He texted me he knows what I'm doing and has video evidence. And that if I don't want it circling the internet, I have to grant him a wish."
"I guess the wish is why you're here?"
He just looked at me. Empty glass eyes, all colour drained from his face. He poured us two more drinks and this time I chugged mine first.
He chugged his. "This isn't enough, I need something stronger!"
Normally I'd ask what the fuck he meant by stronger when he's just emptied three shots of 93% alcohol, but seeing him, I didn't dare. I told him to sit on the couch and left. A minute later, I returned with a ziplock bag in my hand.
"Good stuff?" he asked seeing the bag.
"The best. It's gonna fuck you up" I announced and handed him a lighter and a joint from the bag.
"Convenient."
I thought we'd share, but he inhaled such a big puff I understood sharing wasn't an option, so I took a second joint for myself.
"You may want to sit down for this" he said looking like he was going to tell me he has to murder his entire family.
I plopped down on the couch next to him. Half because I was scared of what's coming next, half because the booze and weed were already going up to my head.
"He wants me to fuck a guy."
"What?" I coughed and laughed.
"He wants me to fuck a guy" he said again with a serious tone in his voice and stone hard look in his face.
"I mean, not fun, but it could have been worse."
"Oh yeah? Tell me, smart boy, how do you expect me to fuck a guy?"
"In the butt I guess" I laughed again.
"NOT FUNNY!" he screamed.
"Well, I guess you don't have much choice. And if you imagine it's a girl, you'll be fine. One time won't make you gay. Also you're attractive, I'm sure you can find someone very soon."
"Are you actually serious right now? How do you expect me to imagine I'm fucking a girl when who I'm fucking is a guy? And I can't just go out and scream 'hey, gay guys, come here, I'll fuck you.' What do I do?"
"Try one of your gay friends? He'd understand."
"What gay friends? I don't have any! If I do, they haven't made themselves known. I have like four friends, all straight. And I'm about to have three if you're not going to stop laughing at me."
"I'm sorry, but what do you expect me to do? Kill Tom Newman?"
"Well I don't know. Don't you have any gay friends that look like me?"
"Why do you want someone that looks like you? You want to fuck yourself?"
"I don't want to fuck him, I want him to pretend he's me while he's fucking a guy!"
"You're straight up delirious."
"I'm desperate!"
"How much time do you have?"
"Until the end of this week."
"Good thing it's a Monday then."
"Fuck you!"
"Yeah, no. What I meant is that we have six days to find a plausible solution. And right now, you need to calm down. So let's just have a fun night, play some games, etc. We're already drinking and smoking expensive weed that I have for special occasions."
"Fine" he replied resignedly.
We spent the next few hours playing GTA, MarioKart, Mortal Combat, and FIFA, and getting hammered. When we were done, we were both ready to sleep. It took both of us a while to actually get in bed.
I had a double bed, because I bought the apartment when I got together with my girlfriend. She left me two months ago, but I kept the bed. I changed the mattress for a big one instead of two normal ones, because I enjoy the space. But it was a big bed, so both me and Johnny could fit there just fine. We undressed just into our underwear and got in. I usually slept naked, but Johnny stayed over every once in a while, so I got used to sleeping in my underwear.
We didn't even brush our teeth how high we were. Just jumped in the bed, turned the lights off, exchanged pleasantries, and closed our eyes.
I thought we'd both fall asleep instantly, but neither of us did. After a couple of minutes I felt some movement and heard noise. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my friend just casually jerk off right in front of me. In the same bed as me. He had his earbuds and stared at his phone where he had porn.
What I looked at, however, was not his phone, but him. The dim light of his phone made his body glisten as he was already sweating. I'd never paid much attention to it, but going to the gym made him really ripped. His chest was puffed up, his abs clearly visible, his biceps huge. My vision moved to the palm of his left hand. He was gripping something that looked like a Pringles can. I almost gasped when my eyes adjusted and I saw that the Pringles can was his snake. I'd seen him naked before, but never hard. He had to be packing at least 9 inches in length and at least 2 inches in diameter.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. And I couldn't believe THAT I was seeing it and not saying anything. I just watched him, stroking his massive tool, and not once glancing at the phone in his other hand.
At some point, though, he had to look at me, because the next thing I knew, he was grabbing my hand and putting it around his dick. I didn't know what was happening until I felt his glory in my hand. Without realizing, I instinctively wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking him.
"Holy fuck!" we exclaimed at the exact same time. He chuckled and I suddenly became aware of what was happening. I came back from my out-of-body experience and let go of him. But he grabbed my hand again, put it back and said "keep going, your hand feels awesome, just a buddy helping his buddy".
I wanted to protest, but he was holding my hand in place and moving it up and down himself. And his impaler felt like something I haven't felt before, so I couldn't stop myself either. He let go of my hand, but I kept going. Long and slow strokes. I was focusing on it now, too. I was too focused I didn't feel him reaching behind me with his left hand and pulling me closer, or notice him setting his phone aside.
I kept stroking while his left hand slowly continued down my back until he squeezed my butt cheeks. While my body isn't that big (although I'm not small either, after all, I have been going to the gym with Johnny for a few years now), my glutes can be seen from a distance. My head was now resting on his chest and my mouth started salivating on his chest hair. As if on autopilot, my head was slowly moving towards his crotch. I still didn't know what I was doing or why I was doing it, it had to be the weed and alcohol, but when I was close enough, Johnny pushed me towards his dick and so, without thinking, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. The head of his dick just slipped inside. It tasted different then I had expected. Somewhere in the back of my head, I thought I would be disgusted, but his dick didn't taste bad. It didn't taste good either, but at that moment, my fried brain just kept doing what it was doing and my lips and tongue slowly worked on my buddy's pussy pounder.
While I was in that state, my position slowly shifted. Being bend over like that wasn't comfortable and Johnny's arm kept pulling my ass closer to him. Sooner rather than later, I was "upside down" compared to him. He kept massaging my cheeks which I still haven't caught on.
"You're doing amazing!" I heard him saying. "Turn around, I want to help you too." he continued. I returned back to my original position with my head on the pillow and my now hard dick sticking up in the air. At the same time, Johnny got up and between my legs. He just sat there, between my knees, with his buttocks on his heels, and running his hands on my legs. I didn't have any leg hair, so I could feel everything. In fact, I didn't have any hair what-so-ever apart from on my head. That, together with my curves, must have had Johnny confuse me with a girl. And neither him nor me realized what was happening.
He got closer to me and I expected him to suck me just like I sucked him a moment ago, but no. He just touched me everywhere. His hand ended up on my arguably much smaller prick and he started jerking me of. I haven't felt someone else's hand on my cock in an embarrassingly long while. And feeling his made me melt into the bed. I just closed my eyes and focused all my attention on the movement in my southern region.
I was so focused on his hand on my dick that I didn't hear him spit in his other hand. I also didn't feel his - now thoroughly wet - dick approaching my virgin pucker. I only realized what was happening when he pushed a little harder and entered me. My asshole was instantly on fire and I screamed, but he just put his hand on my mouth and said "shhhh, I got you".
He took his time pushing deeper, but I felt every small movement. And it felt like he was tearing me apart. It burned like the nine circles of hell and all its eternal flames. He kept pushing while I bit his hand and clawed my nails in the bed beneath me.
After what felt like an aeon, I felt his pubes scratching my butt. He bottomed out. And at that moment I remembered what a massive log he had. He managed to spread me enough to accommodate his two inch wide, nine inch long dick. All of it. He removed his hand from my mouth and I just gasped. "Oh. My. Lord. Your... your dick is in me."
And he answered somewhat proudly "And you took all of it. You took it like a natural. None of my ex girlfriends could do that."
Hearing him say that also made me somewhat proud. "WELL I DIDN'T ASK FOR IT, DID I?" I retorted when that momentary pride vanished.
But you enjoyed it. And you're going to love it once the action actuay starts."
"Oh no no no, pull it out. I don't even know how we got in this situation, but pull out of me."
"Just wait a second" he said and moved his hands to my hips. "Just breathe in the moment." He pressed in my hips and held them tight.
He then started pulling out. I thought that was the end of my torture, but no. Just as he was about to get fully out, he thrust back in. I wanted to scream, but he hit something inside of me and that sent a jolt of electricity and a wave of pleasure through my entire body. I unknowingly moaned.
"Here you go" he said and started putting more speed into it. If I knew what was happening, I would scream at him, push him off of me, maybe even hit him. But my brain was not working. All I could process was the awesome pleasure I felt everywhere. Although I've never tried any drugs other than weed, I was sure this was a thousand times better than any amount of MDMA could ever be. Before I could come back to myself, he's already stroking my cock. And after about five minutes of him destroying my ass and me moaning so much the entire city had to hear me, we both came at the same time. Me on my chest and belly, him in my hole. He just collapsed all his weight on me, trying to catch his breath, while I was slowly reurning back to my senses and trying to figure out what just happened.
"I'm sorry I came in you. But this was awesome."
"Uh. Huh. I don't know what this was, but I need to take a shower. Urgently!"
He slipped out of me and rolled back to his side of the bed. I quickly ran in the bathroom and under the shower. While showering, I was still thinking about what I just did. I'm straight. I had several girlfriends and I never as much as looked at a guy. I AM straight. I just sucked my best friends dick. But I'm straight. I just let my friend fuck me and cum in me. And I loved it! I'm straight goddamit.
I thought of emptying a galon of bleach in the bathtub and disinfecting myself in it. If it wasn't dangerous, I'd probably do it. So I at least scrubbed every square inch of my body the best I could, paying special attention to my downstairs.
"At least he didn't produce that much cum" I thought to myself and finally stepped out of the shower. I dried myself and went back to the bedroom, already thinking of what I was about to tell Johnny. But when I got in, he was asleep, my cum still on his abs, almost dry. I wanted to wake him up and scream at him, but decided against it. When he falls asleep, nothing and no one can wake him up. And after all, I took active participation in it as well, so how could I nag him?
In the morning, I woke up before him. I went to have another shower because I still felt dirty. And when I got out, he's already awake and sitting on the couch in the living room.
When he saw me, he looked at me and asked "Can we talk?"
"You have one opportunity and then we don't talk about this ever again."
"Okay. Uhm. Let me speak first, please. I wouldn't have done it if you weren't into it as well. I don't want to put the blame on you, no, I'm definitely the more guilty here. What I'm saying is that you did suck my cock without me making you. And you didn't protest when I put my dick in your big bubble butt. When I entered you, you moaned. I had to cover your mouth so you wouldn't wake up the neighbors how much you loved it. You took all of me. Only when I bottomed out did you seem like it was too much, but when I moved, you started moaning again. And you then came at the same time as me. I'm sorry if you regret it now. But I don't. I knew I couldn't fuck any other guy, so I had to try fucking you. I had to fulfill the assignment, I couldn't let anyone know I'm jerking off to Nancy Newman's pictures."
"Couldn't you just tell Tom you've done it?"
"I needed proof."
"If you think I'm going to tell anyone you fucked my ass, you're seriously out of you mind."
"I recorded it."
"YOU DID WHAT?"
"Relax, I'm not going to show it to anyone. I wanted to send it to Tom, because it's the only way he's ever going to believe me, but I can't. Even though your face is not actually visible in the video, I couldn't do that to you."
"So just between us then?"
"Just between us!"
"Okay. Anything else?"
"Nope. I just wanted to explain myself. I think I did and you took it, so I have nothing to add. Thank you!"
"Fine. Can we forget it ever happened?"
"I have no idea what your talking about."
"Good."
For the next few days, I was keeping my distance from him. I was trying to actually forget what happened, which seemed to be very difficult. One would say the booze and weed would make both of us forget it before we even woke up that morning, but no. I kept replaying it in my head against my own will. It was like my brain was recording the whole thing and keeping it in the most secure place where it could stay forever.
On the weekend, we met at his place, played some board games and watched Avatar. We didn't talk much because neither of us likes talking during movies. And during the games, we were both focused on winning and listening to the music in the background (and, at times, singing along).
After the movie, I wished him a safe journey back home and he left.
On the next Friday, he came to my place again. We wanted to start the evening by watching a couple episodes of The Big Bang Theory. The first episode was The Agreement Dissection, where Priya made the Roommate Agreement effectively null and void, so Sheldon blackmailed Leonard into signing a new one by threatening to expose Priya's relationship with Leonard to her parents.
Watching that, I realized I completely forgot about Johnny's situation with Tom. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I totally forgot about this. How did you solve your Newmans issue?"
"Oh, yeah. Well, when the initial panic subsided, I thought about it for a while and realized that unless there was something in my laptop, he had zero chance of knowing about my obsession with Nancy. So I searched my laptop through and through, twice, and found nothing. No bug, no shady software, nothing. So I didn't do anything and just left him on read. Turned out he actually didn't have anything on me. He was just being Tom."
"So, all good?"
"Yup, I'm clean. No one knows anything. Well, except you."
"So when do I get a look at those pictures?"
"I deleted them. Before I realized he had nothing, I was so scared I wiped all my devices clean of Nancy altogether. Now the pics are just in my head."
"Thanks for sharing then."
I heard him mumble something but didn't catch what.
And then my upstairs neighbors launched a party. I don't know what they were doing or how they managed that, but one moment they were quiet and a split second later they blasted loud music and it sounded like there was about thirty people.
We both sweared a little, but figured we'd be fine. However, neither of us could take it for long. It was like there were no walls, the shouting was loud, the stomping (presumably dancing) was louder, the music was the loudest. We actually couldn't hear each other. It took us approximately two minutes to decide to go to Johnny's place instead. So he grabbed his bag, I grabbed mine, stuffed fresh clothes for tomorrow, and we got on our way.
Walking to Johnny's didn't take long, he only liveed about a mile from me. When we got there, his place was peaceful. So we quickly resumed our activities. We decided against The Big Bang Theory and burned some calories playing a couple games on his Wii. Apparently, we played for longer than either of us anticipated, because when we looked at the clock, it was already midnight. And so we set off to sleep.
"Oh, shoot." Johnny exclaimed when we got in his bedroom. It was at that point we both realized Johnny only had a single bed. It was queen size, so we could both squeeze in there, but with the flashbacks of what happened two weeks ago, I wasn't sure I wanted to share a bed with him. "I'm fine sleeping on the floor. Got a blanket I could lay on?"
"Oh, no, there's no way you're sleeping on the floor. The bed isn't huge but it's big enough for the both of us."
"I'm really fine with sleeping on the floor." I said.
"I can not let you sleep on the floor, so take the bed and I'll take the floor."
"I can't evict you out of your own bed."
"Then we share."
"Fine" I said, defended.
"Good. I call dibs on shower first."
Johnny went to take a shower while I opened my bag and saw that, in the rush, I forgot to take clean underwear. The problem was my current underwear were see through compression boxers that showed everything a little too clearly.
When Johnny emerged from the bathroom, I went in and got my own shower. The temperature he'd set was perfect so I didn't touch it. I showered quickly, but when I got out, he was already sleeping, facing the wall, quietly snoring. I turned off the lights and got in. I thought I woke him up because he stopped snoring, but then he turned to his other side and started snoring again just two seconds later.
I then felt him reaching around me and pulling me into a spoon. I wasn't sure if he was still sleeping but his snores said he was. I tried to get away as quietly and with as little movement as I could, but I accidentally brushed my ass against his crotch. "What the fuck?" I whispered. And then...
I don't know what happened to me, but I couldn't stop myself from reaching over and feeling him with my hand. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Over the last two weeks, I told myself over and over that I tried it, didn't like it, and didn't want it to happen ever again. Yet now, I was willingly feeling my friends massive dick. My SLEEPING friend's massive dick, so I was basically molesting him.
I'd had six girlfriends and never even turned my head towards a guy for Christ's sake. And now I was holding my friend's torpedo while he was peacefully snoozing. I couldn't believe myself.
I pulled my hand away, but before I could move further, he pulled me in again. And his now hard dick was pressing against my ass, just two layers of thin fabric between us. I didn't know what to do. Whether to panic, or stay calm. Whether to run away or comply. Whether my heart was racing from fear or from anticipation.
And then I heard some soft noise of fabric being moved and I felt his hand reaching in my boxers and squeezing my ass. He pulled my underwear down and I felt his dick slowly invading my most vulnerable body part. I wanted to tell him I didn't want this, but I couldn't get myself to actually say those words. It was like I was hypnotized and in my friend's full submission.
His cock reached my sphincter and I felt him applying mild pressure. His dickhead was already wet with precum and my hole didn't seem to even attempt to resist him. It even felt like it was opening for him and welcoming him in. With a little more pressure he slipped in and I let out an unexpected groan.
I thought I'd just let him finish it so as not to wake him up and know about this, but then I heard him say "I wanted to get back in there the entire two last weeks" and I realized he wasn't asleep. However, before I could say anything, he thrust his entire length in me and I, again, groaned. "Oh yeah" I heard behind my back and without any warning, he started pulling out and slamming back in with more and more speed. I started uncontrollably moaning and groaning, which only seemed to fuel his lust more. He turned me on my stomach, spreaded my legs and lifted my ass in the air to get a better angle, all while not fully pulling out of me. He then smashed me with so much force I felt I was going to explode, but at the same time I felt so much pleasure I screamed "yeeeaaah" without ever intending to.
At this point I was too far along and I just said "fuck me". And he did. He railed my ass for twenty minutes without stopping for a breath and I loved every second of it. He then hugged my belly and yeeted me in the air while simultaneously laying on his back. He let me fall, guiding my asshole towards his titanium rod. I was surprised his dick didn't end up in my stomach.
I took the clue and started jumping on him like my life depended on it. I pressed my hands against his knees and moved my ass up and down as if I was squatting. Surprisingly, my legs started hurting before my asshole did. He felt me slowing down and told me to turn around. I did a 180° rotation on his dick like it was a turning table.
The second I was facing him, he hugged me and before I knew it, I was laying again. This time on my back with my legs hanging in the air like a slingshot. He put his hands below my knees and pushed my legs in my chest, which, again, pushed my asshole higher. He took one good look at my hole squeezing his anaconda and just froze. We both realized that despite him pushing his Excalibur into me like a maniac for the past thirtyfive or so minutes, I was as tight as when I was an ass-virgin two weeks ago. I saw he couldn't believe his own eyes, neither could I, but then the flame in his eyes turned into a hellfire and he fucked my brain out of my head.
And then his Moby Dick erupted. He pumped all the seed he had in me. He filled me with so much cum I actually felt my belly inflate. If I thought I was full when he'd entered me, I was a fool.
"I didn't touch myself once these past two weeks, I was keeping all my babies just for you" he said. "And it was the best decision I ever made."
In the meantime, I was just panting and trying to catch my breath. I felt the bedsheets beneath me wet with my sweat. I must have sweated a galon. Luckily, Johnny refilled all my lost liquids with his prescious cream.
He pulled out and just looked at my ass. Then he audibly gasped. "You're holding it in like a champ. That's so hot!" he exclaimed. I didn't realize it before he said it, but he was right. Not a single drop leaked out of me. I didn't even try to hold it in, I just did.
And with that, he dozed off, exhausted from the Wii and the sex. I just laid there, watching his naked body glistening with sweat and slowly becoming aware of the fact that this was the best sex I had ever had. Unlike last time, I didn't feel disgusted or dirty. My hole weirdly didn't hurt. And I still felt the awesome warmth inside. I put my compression boxers back on, pulled myself closer to Johnny, and threw his hand over my side and under my arm as to keep him close. I don't know why, it just felt right. And hearing his heartbeat behind me made me feel safe and calm.
I thought for a while what this was, what happened to me. Two weeks ago I was straight. Hell, three months ago I was slamming my dick in a wet pussy. And now my asshole was the wet pussy? My heart started racing and I began to panic. But Johnny pulled me closer to himself, we were spooning and I felt his body radiate awesome heat in my back. And I knew I was fine. My heart slowed down again, the panic disappeared. I was right where I was supposed to be.
I carefully slipped out of my underwear again and enjoyed the moment. Being the naked small spoon of my naked big spoon best friend. I felt his soft, yet still gigantic love machine between my ass cheeks and I knew I wanted this.
I gave his arm muscles a soft kiss and drifted off to sleep.
Hopefully, this will result in something deep, full of emotions, and long-lasting.
