The Evolution of Friendship: A Love Story

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I woke up in a haze. I was a bit confused. I wasn’t sure where I was. I had my arms and legs wrapped around Owen. We were both naked. After a few minutes, I realized we were in Axel’s bed. I have no idea what happened the night before. Last I remember, I was on the floor in the kitchen watching Owen mix Long Island Iced Teas. My ass wasn’t sore, so I assumed that Owen didn’t fuck me. Damn, I must have been really drunk.

I extracted myself from Owen and got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I looked down and was horrified. My toenails were painted in the bright red polish I had in my suitcase. I didn’t even realize it until I looked, so were my fingernails. I rushed to the bathroom mirror and saw a washcloth with the remnants of makeup on it. Oh my God. What did I do last night? In a panic, I ran to my room. There it was. The suitcase. On the bed. Open. 

Everything was spread out on the bed. The dress. The panties. All of it. What the fuck was I thinking? It looked like I gave away my biggest secret to Owen. I went in and woke him up.

“Owen! Wake up. Please!”

“Oh...hey baby. You ok?”

“No. No, I'm not ok. What happened last night?”

“Nothing baby, we got shitfaced. We made out. We passed out.”

“Um. LOOK AT THIS!” I yelled as I shoved my hands in his face. “I think you’re missing some important details.”

“Oh, Jason, yeah. That. It’s all good.”

“NO IT ISN’T! What did you make me do?”

“Ok, baby. I didn’t make you do anything. It was all you. Let’s go get something to drink and we’ll talk.”

I broke down and started to cry.

“Owen. I can’t...I can’t… no one...please...I-” Tears were welling up in my eyes.

“Shhh. It’s ok. Everything is ok,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me.

The kitchen was a mess. It looks like we went through a ton of liquor. There were empty bottles everywhere. One of the chairs was knocked over. The floor was sticky. Owen poured two huge glasses of water and we went into the living room. There was an empty bowl, along with an empty baggie. There were a few empty glasses on the floor and one sitting on the coffee table. An open bottle of champagne was sitting on top of some magazines. Two empty champagne glasses were tossed on the couch. We had quite the night apparently. 

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Owen. What did we do?”

“Well, we kinda had a party. We decided to get naked and fool around. I decided we needed to drink more so we didn’t feel bad about it. So, we drank. A lot. We smoked. A lot. I honestly don’t remember how it all came about, but you called me upstairs and when I got to your room, you had slipped on a pair of fishnet stockings. You were standing next to an open suitcase. It went from there.”

I just lost it - again. I broke down in tears. I was horrified.

“Hey, Jason. It’s ok. I’m telling you. It’s all ok.”

“I embarrassed myself like a fucking circus freak in front of you!”

“Hold on! You are not a freak. I think there’s a lot for us to talk about, but you are not a freak. You are absolutely beautiful.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“You looked so...so happy. I’ve never seen you smile like that. You were fucking glowing. It was beautiful. Really beautiful.”

Owen put his arm around me and pulled me close. I was sobbing like a baby. He was crying a little too. We were so hungover that our emotions were not at all in check.

“I think I saw the real you last night.”

“Owen...please don’t tell anyone. I can’t deal with this now. God damn it! Why is this all happening at once?”

“Your secret is safe with me. I’m here for you, Jason, for whatever you need.”

“Fuck. Everything is becoming so complicated. Axel. You. This show I apparently put on last night. What the fuck?”

“We’ll work this all out.”

“I don’t even know when Axel is coming home! We need to clean this mess up! I have to get this shit off my fingernails! WE HAVE TO PUT ON PANTS! AAARGH!”

Owen sat there and laughed.

“WHAT IS SO FUNNY?!”

“You. You’re fucking adorable. Axel is so lucky. Don’t worry. I’ll clean up down here. You take care of your nails and upstairs.”

I frantically ran upstairs looking for nail polish remover. I had none in my suitcase and there was none in any of the bathrooms. Why would there be? This has always been a house full of boys. 

“AAAAGGHHHH! Fuck!”

Owen ran upstairs to see what I was yelling about.

“There is no polish remover shit! How am I going to get this stuff off of me before Axel gets home?”

“Dude. Chill out. Go to the medicine cabinet and try everything. Alcohol. That witch stuff. Whatever. Something has to work.”

Owen went back downstairs and I searched the bathroom cabinets. As it turned out, alcohol worked. I scrubbed my nails clean. I stood in my bedroom and looked at the mess we made when Owen face fucked me. I was never going to have time to clean this up. Good thing we didn’t do anything in Axel’s bed.

Then Owen yelled up to me.

“I think he’s home!”

I panicked. I made a mad scramble to shove everything into the suitcase. Owen ran upstairs and quickly put on his clothes. I shoved the suitcase under the bed and threw on clothes of my own just as Axel was walking in the door.

“Hey preppy boy! You got company? I’m here with Scott!”

“Well fuck that. He brought our asshole friend in. Owen. Please don’t say anything about anything.” 

“No worries, baby.” And he kissed me on the cheek.

I ran downstairs. It looked like Owen had pretty much gotten things as close to being cleaned up as possible. Scott was standing in the doorway like the dolt that he is. Axel gave me a big hug.

“Hey buddy. I missed you this weekend.”

“Gross. Are you two gonna fuck right here?”

“Fuck off, Scott. I told you to fix that shitty attitude.”

“Yeah. Ok queers.”

“Hello Scott,” I said with the sharpest sneer I could.

“Yeah. Hey Gayson.”

Axel punched Scott in the chest. “I will beat the fuck out of you right fucking here. We talked about this. Cut the shit!”

Scott looked down at the ground and rubbed his chest. “Sorry. Can I have a beer?”

“You know where they are.”

“Did you have a fun weekend?” I was jealous that Scott spent the weekend with Axel and annoyed that Axel brought him in the house.

“It was pretty awesome! How about you?”

“It was...um… interesting. I’ll tell you more later.”

Owen came walking down the stairs and I turned to him and introduced Axel.

“Well Owen, you are the first person to meet the famous Axel. Axel, this is my...uh...best friend. Owen. He’s awesome.”

“Hey Owen! I’ve heard a lot about you!” Axel grabbed his hand and pulled him down the last two steps and swung in for a big dude hug.

“I’ve heard a bit about you too.”

“Sweet! This is my bud Scott. Scott, this is Owen, JAYson’s friend.” Axel emphasized the ‘jay’ sound in my name to warn Scott to be on his best behavior.

Scott stepped into the foyer where we were still all standing. He looked up at Owen and his face went white. He stopped dead on his tracks. Axel slapped him on the back.

“Fuck dude. Do you always have to be a dick?”

“No...um...hi...uh...yeah...hello. Nice to meet you,” Scott stammered.

Owen reached out his hand and with a very mischievous smile said, “Hi Scott! I think we’ve met before.”

“Um, no, I don’t think so. I, uh, have no idea who you are.” I was enjoying watching Scott so uncomfortable, even if I had no idea why.

“That’s cool. Anyways, nice to meet you boys. Jason, I’m gonna get on my way. I’ll call you later, cool?”

I was disappointed to see Owen leave. “Yeah, sure. Later.” We had a really nice hug and he dashed out the door.

“Looks like you have some explaining to do to your boyfriend, Jaaaayyyyssssson.”

Scott quickly reverted to his usually douchebag self.

“What does that mean? Axel, what’s going on?”

“Lots, preppy boy. Lots”

***

Out of our group of friends, Axel and I were by far the closest, and now we were even closer. The only other friend Axel was really close to was Scott. It was always an odd combination. Axel was the perfect guy. Scott was kind of a mess, at least as I saw him. It seemed like Axel felt bad for him and pulled him closer. Scott was always the black sheep of the group, mainly because he could be so caustic. Axel was rich. Scott wasn’t. He wasn’t exactly poor, but his right wing military dad didn’t spend a dime, certainly not on Scott. Scott was always trying to impress his dad. He desperately wanted approval from him, but never got it. Scott gave up college to come home and take care of his dad, who was really sick. His mom left the family when Scott was a kid.

Scott always treated me badly. He was often pretty mean to me. When Axel caught wind of it, he put Scott in his place. However, Axel didn’t always know how hurtful Scott’s comments to me were. I found him to be a really dark person and wondered what caused him to be so awful. It was too bad since Scott was really cute and I’d actually find him attractive if it weren’t for his personality. He was about 5’10” with a decent body. He played soccer and rugby and looked the part. His medium brown hair was prematurely turning gray. 

After Owen left, Scott sucked down his beer and decided to leave himself. He needed to check on his dad anyway. He seemed pretty spooked by Owen for some reason. Axel and I went up to our bed, stripped down to our underwear and started talking. 

“I’m sorry, Owen and I slept in your bed.”

“Dude, that’s just silly. First off, it’s our bed, and I don’t mind that he was the one in it with you. Did you two get it on?”

“Well...we did, but not in this bed. We did it in my room. Don’t go in there. It’s kind of messy.”

“Did you get all shitty again?”

“No! Axel! He...um, I gave him a serious blow job.”

“If you made a mess, it had to be one hell of a blow job.”

“It was. You’re not mad at me? What went on with you and Scott? Like, are we good? You haven’t said anything to me since you kissed me. I’m worried.”

“Why the fuck would I be mad at you? Because you hooked up? Dude, it’s fine. We’re really good. We’re gonna be even better. Don’t worry at all. I needed some time. I’m not going anywhere. I told you I loved you. I meant that. Like it or not, you’re my boyfriend. We’re a thing. That’s what I told Scott.” I began to cry.

Axel filled me in on their ‘boys weekend’. Once again, he made me melt with what he said. I was over the moon when he told me I was his boyfriend. Axel took Scott camping. He wanted to share his news with Scott in a private setting. He knew Scott wouldn’t react well to what he wanted to tell him. He also knew that his relationship with Scott was strong enough that he could work it out if they weren’t distracted. Axel told Scott he was bisexual and that he was in love with me. He told him we were going to be a couple. He told Scott that he either needed to be on board and supportive, or they couldn’t be friends anymore. This all hit Scott pretty hard.

No one I’ve ever known had more confidence than Axel. He was the one person in my life who was really sure of himself. Even when he had doubts, like he did about working for his father, he was formulating a plan to make things better. That and his sexuality were the two things he was struggling with at the time. He decided to tackle his sexuality first. During the week since he kissed me and told me he loved me, he seemed to be a little distant and maybe even bothered. As it turned out, he wasn’t avoiding me for bad reasons, he was just trying to get himself together. He knew he needed to tell Scott, so he dealt with that first.

“He completely lost his shit when I told him.”

“Wow. I can’t believe he even stayed with you.”

“We were in the middle of the woods and he had no fucking clue where to go. He had to stay. It took some time, but I got him to calm down.”

“Is he cool with everything?”

“Not really, but he will be. I think the three of us need to hang out. Get everything on the table and move on. He’ll be ok. I don’t want to sound like a dick, but Scott needs us. We’re his only true friends. His dad is probably not going to be around much longer and his sister is already pushing him away. His life sucks right now. We’re all he has.”

“That’s really sad. I wish he didn’t treat me like shit, though. I hope he is nicer to me.”

“He has no choice. He will be. I promise.”

We sat in bed together and smoked a couple of blunts. We talked for hours. I cuddled him while we talked. He held me. It was so sweet. We were really going to be a couple. I wouldn’t believe it if it weren’t really happening. My dream was coming true.

Even though we wasted the day away, it was still pretty early by the time I made us dinner. I left Axel in bed and went about cooking. He got up to go to the bathroom and decided to check out my room. He was curious about what kind of mess Owen and I left behind. As he was leaving the room, he stepped on something odd. When he picked it up, he was pretty surprised. It was a pair of black panties.

“Hey preppy boy, how’s dinner coming?”

No matter how many times I’ve seen Axel in his boxers, I always got a little wood. He was just so perfect. He was twirling a pair of panties on his finger. I was mortified.

“Uh...it...uh is good. What is that?”

“I don’t know, I was hoping you could tell me. It was on the floor in your room. Was there a girl here?”

“Yeah, uh, no. No girls.”

“Soooo…”

“It’s...Owen’s. Yeah, it is his. He’s really kinky.”

“Um, ok. Interesting.”

Axel flung the panties at me.

“Guess you should get them back to him. Oh and you’re really going to need to tell me more about what you two did.”

I wasn’t sure if he believed me or not, but it was enough to get him to stop asking about it. I will have to work it out with Owen, but I think he’ll understand. That was close. That little incident made me realize that I was going to need to break this to Axel at some point. I don’t know if I can keep suppressing this. Obviously I needed to let it out since I totally exposed myself to Owen. 

Axel and I had a pretty low key night. It was a Sunday and both of us needed to work the next day. We both had pretty exhaustive weekends. I knew things were moving in the right direction when we went to bed. Axel went up before me. When I walked into the room, he was just standing there.

“Is something wrong? Why are you just standing there like that?”

“I’m waiting for you. I wanted to watch you walk in. I wanted to pull you close to me.”

It was really sweet. Axel was smiling. He reached his hands out and I stepped right into them. He pulled me in tight and looked me right in the eyes.

“I can’t believe how I feel right now. I’m kinda floored. This is so unexpected. Now that I’m here, I can’t believe I didn’t see it for so long. I don't even know what to do with myself, I'm so in love with you. Shit. I can’t even believe these words are coming out of my mouth. You've really done something to me.”

He didn’t even wait for me to respond. He just leaned down and kissed me. This was no ordinary kiss. It was an intense, passionate kiss. The kiss last week was rushed and awkward. This kiss was powerful. It was literally life changing. I felt like he was opening up our souls and breathing life into them. I could taste him, I could feel him, I was experiencing him. It was so sensual, like nothing I’ve ever felt. I could tell it was just as magical for him. It was soft and sweet, but forceful, like he was taking control of me. During those moments, which felt like forever, Axel and I were the only two people in the universe. He held me in his strong arms and gently scratched at my head. After about seven minutes or so, he pulled back, holding my head in his hands and looked at me. He shook off from his gaze and let out a deep, happy sigh.

“Hoy fucking Christ, preppy boy. That was fucking intense. Wow.”

“Oh my God Axel. If you let go of me, I’d probably fall into a worthless heap.”

“Then I guess I’d better hang on.”

Axel’s enormous cock had pushed its way out of his boxers. It was poking me and oozing precum on me. My own little cock was hard too, but that was barely noticeable. I reached down and slid my fingers down his spine and into the waistband of his boxers. He signed as I gently eased my fingers around to his waist and pushed them down. I took them all the way down to his feet and as I stood back up, I brushed my face against his monster, getting a stream of precum on my face. We kissed some more, slowly and deliberately. He pulled me down onto the bed. Once he had me on top of him, he slipped my underwear off. 

I could feel his giant cock in between us, hard and wet. My heart was beating a million miles an hour. I was even starting to sweat a little. I was completely overwhelmed. I went to say something and Axel just put his finger on my mouth. He did his best to calm me down in his softest, sexiest voice.

“Hey pretty boy...chill. Just chill,” he brushed my hair out of my face, “relax, you can chill. You’re with me.”

Axel’s finger was still on my mouth. I don’t know what came over me. I had never done this before, but slowly I stuck out my tongue and began to lick his finger. It seemed like Axel didn’t expect what I did, but he went along with it. I licked down his finger until I felt his palm. Axel opened up his hand and held it in front of my face. I licked his palm making swirling motions with the tip of my tongue. I got between each finger caressing them with my tongue like they were the nicest things I have ever had in my mouth. In all honesty, they were. I loved Axel’s hands. I used the length of my tongue to lick up and down each finger and took his middle finger in my mouth. Axel then pushed it deeper into my throat as I stroked it with my tongue. I wanted more, so I lunged forward and took his finger as deep as it would go. I gagged just a little and Axel pulled back. I pushed forward and took two fingers into my mouth. Axel seemed to like me sucking on his fingers and he would push his fingers in one at a time, then two or three. I spent a good while sucking and drooling on his fingers.  

Once Axel’s hand was good and wet, he pulled it from my mouth and moved it to my ass. I felt him tenderly push his way through my ass crack and poke his middle finger in my hole. Gently, he rubbed it. I was going wild. He pressed his finger against my hole. Without hesitation, my hole loosened up enough for his finger to slide in. I let out a squeal as his finger penetrated me. He pulled back out a bit, only to slide two fingers in. He finger fucked my hole slowly, just sliding enough in and out to cause my hole to tingle. He pulled his hand out and brought it up to my mouth again. I took his fingers in and sucked them, getting them wet again. He went back to finger fucking me. In between panting and moaning, we kissed. This was such an intimate, sensual moment. We were so connected to one another.

I was so used to just hooking up with someone. No foreplay. No teasing. Just jumping right in and shoving a cock in my mouth or my ass. But these two experiences this weekend. First the wild and incredible blow job and face fucking I had with Owen and then this sensual finger sucking and fucking. I was in ecstasy. The butterflies in my stomach were giving me feelings I had never had. 

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. Axel had pushed me to my limits. I let out a yelp and blew a load onto Axel’s stomach. He kissed me once more and then wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. We drifted off to sleep. I had never been happier.

* * *

I was so wound up by what went on that weekend, that I remember only sleeping for maybe an hour or so. I just laid there in the dark alternating between staring up at the ceiling and staring at Axel. 

Axel always had to be at the airport early, so his alarm went off at 5 am. He rolled over and gave me a kiss.

“Good morning, preppy boy.”

I just smiled at him and pulled him toward me for another kiss. I didn’t care at all that we both had morning breath. Kissing Axel was giving me life. He hopped out of bed, stripped off his shorts and just stood there, holding his slightly hard cock in his hand and smiling. I didn’t say anything. I just rolled over to the edge of the bed and sat in front of him. I took his cock in my hand and slid it over it. I used his precum to lubricate my hands as I slowly stroked him to full hardness. He put his hands on his lower back and leaned back.

He just sighed contentedly as I began to play with his cock. I started with long, slow licks from top to bottom, then teased a little with my tongue on the head. I made slow swirling motions with my tongue as I licked up the precum and worked around the base of the head. Then I started to go deep with his cock, gently swallowing it, inch by inch. It’s length and girth made that a challenge, but I had no problem mastering it, especially after the assault Owen committed on me. I licked the base of his cock with my tongue while I was deep inside his mouth. Axel was constantly moaning and giving me lustful looks. He softly ran his hands through my hair, careful not to hold me back in any way. 

I could tell he was approaching orgasm because of the way he was moving, writhing and tensing a bit, jerking his body a little. I couldn’t believe how hard he felt in my mouth, so I backed off a few times to keep him on the edge. I sucked his cock for at least half an hour. I didn't let him cum in that time, I just edged him, and then backed off. Edged, then backed off. 

I kept touching his perfect abs and chest with one hand, looking up at him, gently massaging his balls with the other. I eventually slowed down quite a bit and used my hand with my mouth and just kept at it consistently. I didn't vary the speed or pressure or change hands at all, I just kept going slowly and moaned lightly with every stroke. 

Axel was losing his shit. He was completely overwhelmed by my actions. I was looking up at him, watching him, as he lost all control, breathing haphazardly, until he just exploded in my mouth. When he came, it was like a seizure. He bucked and shook. He had to grab on to the dresser with one hand to keep from falling over. He held onto my head with the other. His load continued to blast down my throat. He was so shaky, like he had limbs made of jelly. He pulled out of my mouth and leaned back on the dresser.

“That was goddamn incredible." He was panting like he’d just run a marathon.

“Holy fuck, Axel. That was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing.”

Axel leaned down and kissed me. He just looked into my eyes with the biggest smile I’d ever seen. He was positively glowing.

“I love you so fucking much. I gotta get ready for work. Whew. You can do that every morning, prepster. Every fucking morning.”

I fell back onto the bed and put my hands over my head. I was in a state of exhilaration. Everything was coming together so well. The man of my dreams, the guy I’ve been longing for as long as I could remember, he was mine. I couldn’t be happier.

Of course, my happiness was slightly tempered by the conversation I needed to have with Owen about the panties Axel found, and the fact that in a drunken state, I exposed my deepest secret. What if I did that with Axel.

My life had become so much more interesting.