My friend is need, is what I desired
by Lukenstein
1 Dec 2022 1541 readers Score 8.0 (24 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
We've been best friends for over 6 months now. I met him at work when he approached me.I was an apprentice while we was already fully trained and above me in the hierarchy. We did not have much to do with each other. We had different shifts and only met shortly between those. Yet, one day he walked upon me when we were alone as he told me that he was probably going to quit soon. I was rather confused at first. It was because we hadn't properly talked before and now he talks to me and even tells me such private and personal information. After all, you usually do not tell “strangers'' details certain people shouldn't find out about. There are always some snitches. That day though, was the beginning of our deep friendship.
Ever since, we literally met every single day we could, called and texted daily. We became close very quickly. After about 2 months he then quit work but that didn't stop us from seeing and interacting with each other.
As time went by, I started to grow feelings for him. He was an enormous idiot - despite his height - but he became my idiot. I adjusted myself to his life. Being with him was one hell of a challenge. He was rarely on his phone, therefore texting and calling him was pointless. I always waited for him to call or text first. Being spontaneous and always ready to go was also essential, he would just call shortly before my train or bus to ask if I wanna hang out. It almost felt as if he always checked the time before calling. I don’t remember a single time when I didn´t rush to public transportation but I did not mind as long as I could spend time with him. Just being near him made me feel better; I felt comfortable and welcome around him.
Another month later I also quit work. I wasn’t happy anymore. My only problem at that time was that I was still in training. I had to find a new workplace to continue my training. Eventually I found a few places and went to each for an internship and interview - one of them was his new workplace. Long story short, I chose his place.
We already spent lots of time together but now even more because we basically would be together before work, at work, after work and even on our days off. That didn’t last long though. Due to high stress and lots of work, we were just exhausted all day. We still met every now and then but not as much anymore - Texts and calls continued as before.
My feelings grew stronger. I saw him most of the time and he was my only friend I actually met. I did have other friends, good friends, but with those I normally just called or texted. Most of them lived too far away or had different shifts than me, for us to hang out. As my feelings got stronger, so got my pain. I suffered because I was deeply in love with him. My crush and now boss, but as his best friend I knew one thing. He was straight, unfortunately. Often there is still some curiosity, but no, not with him. The way we often talked about this topic in general and detailed interactions and how he talked and looked at girls. I knew that he was more than hetero. Paradox if you consider he sorta flirts with me and teases me a lot.
He wasn’t my first straight guy I had a crush on, but the first I believe I actually love.
After almost 6 months of friendship we went through a lot, many highs and lows and lots of memories - precious memories. One day he got into an accident and hurt his hands badly - a transverse fracture on both sides. He was lucky it wasn’t worse. He had to wear gypsum plaster and was sentenced to stay at home for at least 4 weeks. He lived alone and only had his daughter from Monday to Wednesday. She was 2 years old but he couldn’t take care of her like this so he only saw her every now and then. Just like he couldn’t take care of her, he also couldn’t take care of himself. I only lived 10 minutes away from him so eventually he asked me. I have offered him help before and he knew he could always call me and ask for help. Now he did. I went to his place when it took him quite a while to let me in. He couldn’t even grab the door handle. So you could say, he wasn’t capable of much while his hands were healing. Already a few passed since his accident before he called. He looked more than wasted. First I cooked him some food. He probably hasn’t been eating at all. Of course I had to feed him which was quite amusing but I saw how he felt about his situation. I believe nobody would like the feeling of not doing the simplest things in life like eating.
I wanted quite some time before asking him because it’s quite sensitive. I noticed quite a smell and asked him what he planned to do about his hygiene since he couldn’t take care of that either. He was clearly embarrassed and hesitated at first, then he gave in. He asked me if I could help him with that since I was here already and bath him. He didn’t have many others who could help him right now - especially not with such intimate matter.
I walked him to the bathroom and let in water already. I started undressing him carefully down to his boxershorts. I did see him in underwear every time at work and I admired his body. But this was different because I am the one undressing him but also because I was going beyond what I was used to seeing. I still asked for his permission for everything though because I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. He gave me permission to drop his briefs and I got my first ever glance at his bottom treasures.I always could just imagine what he was hiding underneath that fabric but what I got to see amazed me. He had a nice round ass. Not big but very smooth. And on the other side he had his limp 9 centimetres of pure manhood. I couldn't stop gazing but I had to.
I helped him into the bathtub and slowly sat him down. I took some soap and rubbed it onto his body, I cleaned every part except for one. Again I asked him before going ahead, he nodded. I soaped his balls and dick. It fellt so good to hold my first dick - especially because it’s my by best friend’s and crush’. His face expressed mixed feelings. Pleasure, embarrassment and relief at the same time. I gave him one last rinse wit the shower head before I lifted him up. I grabbed him underneath his armpits and lifted him up. For a second stood there hugging each other. His arms were around me and our bodies touched. Me with clothes and him wet and naked. He stepped out of the tub and I started drying him off. I took my time and enjoyed every little bit of it. Who knows when I’d get the chance again. Turns out sooner than I would have expected.The fabric of the towel was very thin. I could feel every inch of his body underneath. Lastly, I dried of his private part again when his face expression changed. I asked him if I had done anything wrong. He responded unexpectedly. When I removed the towel I realised what was going on. Whenever I touched him, I aroused him. He already got semi hard. He grew to a size of at least 11 cm now. I told him he didn’t have to be ashamed since it was normal to happen but he interrupted me. Instead he asked me if I could actually help him out with his “problem”. I refused at first and told him that he was insane. He was my best friend and despite my feelings, I didn’t want to risk anything. I cared more about our friendship than my feelings and desires. I told him to be quiet already as I walked him to the bedroom to get him dressed. I pushed him back first onto the bed when he looked at me with desirable puppy-eyes. He asked again, this time more desperate. I pretended to ignore him as I walked to the closet and picked out some clothes for him. I placed them next to him on the bed and stood in front of him.
I looked him in the eyes, I looked him up and down before I gave in. I leaned forward and placed my hands on him. My hands moved their way over his smooth, hairless body. I kneeled down and did what I was begged for. I took hold of his dick and slowly stroked it. His dick grew to 14 centimetres in my hand. It was the perfect size to hold and jerk it. I told him I was going to help him with his relief, but I would do it my way and do it properly. As he agreed, I was already taking over. My other hand reached for his nipple which I started circling before twisting and pinching. He clearly never experienced that as his body responded in excitement. His erection got rock hard and he moaned in pleasure but he wasn’t done yet. I paused. I wanted to extend his climax to the very end. There was one more thing I wanted to do. I grabbed his dick again and led it to my mouth. I licked his tip and gave it a proper kiss. He wasn’t expecting me to go that far but he enjoyed every bit of it. Slowly I took in more of his dick, I almost choked on it. I have to admit it was my first time. My first time jerking someone else off and also sucking a dick. What excited me even more was that it was my best friend. In the meantime I was also rock hard but I wanted to finish him first. I desired his warm salty cum. I wanted to experience it and not just watch it in porn. I continued sucking him. I fastened the pace as he got closer. After all the stroking and twisting his nipples were hard too. I went for the finale. I grabbed his balls and gave them a good squeeze and sucked him even faster. His moans got louder and quicker, he tried telling me he was close but all you could hear was moaning, moans of pleasure he desired the most these days. One last loud moan as he came. He squirted only 3 loads but those were vast. I felt his hot cum shoot against the back of my mouth and drip down my throat. I swallowed it all and cleaned off the rest from his dick. When I was done I looked at him. He looked exhausted even though I was doing all the work but also more than relieved and satisfied.
Now it was time to relieve myself, I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants down to my waist. I layed next to him and started jerking off my longly rock hard dick. I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to cum. After all, I just made great experiences by making my best friend cum. I looked at his body. I placed one hand on his chest and grobe him. I want to feel him while I cum. It didn’t take me long but it was still worth it. I came more than ever. 4 big squirts shot all over me. Some on the bed, some on me and one even on him. Of course I had to lick it off. Probably would have done it even if there wasn’t any cum. One thing I noticed though - he was already hard again and ready for Round 2.
Over the next few weeks I visited him almost daily and I did so twice a day. Always before and after work. I helped him with everything I could and now especially with relieving.
To be continued? :)
Some words from me as author:
Thanks for reading, I haven’t really written any erotica for what felt like ages. The idea to this story I had when I was jerking off to his pictures. The guy in the story actually exists, it just never happened. Only the part until he had an accident was real. The rest was imaginary. Though I believe, if he ever got into an accident, it would be quite likely that I’d really be the only one who would and could take care of him.
Anyway, I hope you still liked the story. Eventually I’ll write more often now and maybe even finish my old project “Surprise for a friend”.
I apologise for the writing style this time. It got quite repetitive, regardless of the content. Most sentences started with “I” or “He”, that’s usually not my kind of writing.
Feel free to leave a comment and tell me about your opinions ^^