Everybody in this story is over 18.
I step into the shower and sigh at the comforting feeling of hot water on my exhausted body. Since my gym bro didn't have time today and I didn't want to go alone I just went out for a run, which was no joke in the cold winter weather.
I sigh in relief at the feeling of nice warmth on my skin and start washing my body. As I get to my dick can't help but stroke it a little. The new project at work has been so time demanding that I barely had any time to myself lately, and a lot of pressure has built up. But now I have time. And I deserve some relief. I get hard immediately and start massaging my shaft with my soapy hands. If it's just about raw pleasuring, one hand is enough to do the stroking, but if I really want to enjoy my full length I need both.
I moan lightly into the steamy air of my shower and speed up a little, the hot water making this feel even more intense. My hard cock twitches in my hands, I haven't cum in like a week and it shows. I already feel myself getting close after a few minutes of good, slow stroking.
Suddenly, my doorbell rings.
I sigh. Of course. I can't have a moment to myself. Who the fuck is ringing my door at like nine in the evening? I get out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel, briefly drying myself off, so I don't wet the floor and trying to conceal my boner with my thighs.
I open the door with an annoyed look on my face but it vanishes as I see who is standing in front of it.
"Connor, are you okay?" I ask my best friend who looks troubled.
"I'm sorry dude, I know it's late and all…Kayla and I had a huge fight about the apartment and I just had to get out of there."
"It's fine, come in man."
We go to the gym and shower there together so it's no big deal for me to appear in a towel in front of him, but I still go back to my room alone to change and tell him to wait in the living room.
He sits down on the couch and as I come back I sit next to him.
"What was it this time?" I ask and can't help but sound annoyed. Connor and his girlfriend Kayla want to move in together but can't seem to agree on a single thing.
"The spare room. We can't decide who gets it for work and…you know the usual shit. She tells me that design isn't a real job and I don't need a room for it if I can just do it on my tablet everywhere, while she needs the working atmosphere and this and that. At some point she told me I'm using my ADHD as an excuse for everything and I just left. I can't take her bullshit anymore."
I nod. I don't even know what to say anymore. Of course it sucks to see him beat himself up about all of this. I look at him sitting there, hunched over, his brown eyes dull in exhaustion and his chin long brown hair chaotically floating out of the little pony tail in his neck. Not the usual, energetic Connor, that's for sure. But just telling your best friend to dump his girlfriend of two years also seems like a dick move.
So I just offer: "You can crash on my couch tonight if that helps."
He nods. For distraction I put on a netflix show and toss him some chips from the kitchen. We don't talk about our feelings much, whenever one of us feels down we just do a chill couch evening and forget our worries.
Since it's a netflix show it's of course stuffed with sex scenes. It's a little infuriating, since I still feel the pressure of unsatisfyed lust and now I get a boner at every little intimate scene, like a teenage boy. I shift uncomfortably, trying to hide it, and wish I had put on underwear under my shorts.
Connor shoots me a weird look and I just silently beg him not to address it. He doesn't.
But I'm not the only one who is uncomfortably affected by the program. As a dramatic break up scene comes on I suddenly hear a sniffle beside me. I look at Connor surprised.
"Dude…are you crying?"
"I'm sorry man. Please don't tell anybody. I just don't know how this is supposed to work out if it's already this hard before we even move in. I'm so tired."
I get it. But I'm really bad with people crying in front of me and I don't know what to do. So I just put one hand on his arm. He crumbles under the touch and sobs a little. Then he leans against me and hugs me. I freeze.
He has always been a little more touchy than me. Not that I dislike it, it just doesn't occur to me to just randomly hug people. But this is new for him as well, he usually is very emotionally closed off and just jokes everything off. I have had the feeling before that he sometimes needs a hug, but he never claimed one until now.
I lean into the hug and stroke his back a little. He seems to enjoy it and I feel him relax in my arms. The position is a little awkward and so I lean back on the couch, until he is basically laying on my stomach, between my legs.
I can tell that he's feeling a little weird as well, it's in the air. But for some reason he doesn't get up, not even after he stops crying. It feels weird to me but if that's what he needs right now I don't really care.
But then I suddenly have to care. Another sex scene comes on and my cock responds by throbbing, reminding me how desperate I am for touch and satisfaction. Fuck. I get hard again and my boner presses against his side. I try to think of something gross to get rid of it, but the moaning from the TV doesn't make it easy for me. I wish I could have just busted a nut in the shower, the pressure is almost getting unbearable now.
"You're a little horny today, huh?" Connor asks and I feel the heat rush to my face.
"Y-yeah sorry about that. You kinda disturbed me in the shower when you came…I didn't do it for like a week or so."
"Damn."
He doesn't say much more and I'm glad he's dropping it, but I can't seem to soften, having somebody lay on me and press against it makes it hard. Then he shifts and his chest rubs against my boner. It twitches at the sudden stimulation and my tip releases a few drops of precum.
I dig my nails into the couch and try not to make a sound, but Connor doesn't really settle down again.
"Yo…I'm sorry about it, but you're not making it better right now dude." I stutter and feel my face flush again.
He just grins. What is going on with him today?
"When was the last time you got laid?" He asks.
I ponder. That's not really an easy question because it doesn't play a major role in my life. I live for my work and my hobbies and whenever I do have a girl over I usually kick her out before dawn. I'm not the type for serious relationships and I'm also just fine with my hand and sextoys. I'm a loner and I like it that way.
"A month back, I think." I answer.
"Can you believe that I last had sex two months ago?"
"Wow." I chuckle. "She really doesn't let you hit anymore, does she?"
"No, but she's mad when I jerk off, thinking that I don't find her hot anymore and shit. What I'm saying is…I get the pressure."
Then he finally stops moving on me and I take a deep breath. My shorts are wet with precum by now. Suddenly I feel him grab my package. I wince. My cock throbs at the touch of another human but in my head there's just chaos and confusion. He gently rubs my bulge and the lust jolts through me.
"Dude what the fuck are you doing?" I ask and pull back a little so he has to sit up. But he doesn't let go of me.
Not much of his face is illuminated but I can see his eyes give me a mischievious look. This is so weird, he is my best friend. Why would he do that?
"Come on, Tyler." He says and feels up my boner. "Do you want to sit here all evening getting blueballed by Netflix or do you want to have some fun?"
I'm stunned. I've never heard him talk like this. Having his deep voice talk to me in this seductive tone and his hand grabbing my throbbing cock through my pants has me weirdly horny and confused. I'm pretty sure if my pressure wasn't that big I would have kicked him out by now, but now I just sit there and let him stroke me.
"D- Don't you think that's a little weird man? You're my best bro, what the hell are we doing?" I ask, but it comes out as panting, since I have a hard time concentrating while he feels me up.
He rolls his eyes.
"Relax man, it's not gay, it's not like we're in love or something. It's just…releasing pressure."
"You have a girlfriend man…"
"If anything this is doing her a favor. I come home satisfied and don't annoy her by asking for sex."
I still hesitate. Then he opens up my shorts and like a reflex I grab his wrist. I'm not gay, and I'm not gonna have my homie give me a handjob, I mean, what is going on?
He sighs and lets go of me. "Okay whatever. Can you at least put on some porn? I really need a distraction."
I nod and take my tablet from the coffeetable to airplay some porn onto the TV. I still feel confused as hell and my dick throbs in my half open shorts, begging to have his hands back.
I put on some random porn and watch him take off his pants. His hard cock springs free and he lubes it up with some spit. He doesn't look at me but I can tell that he's enjoying me staring at him. I'm still unclear about what's happening and just stare at him as he massages his hard dick. I've seen him naked in the shower before but he is quite the grower. Not as big as me, but definetely decent.
What is weird is that he is shaved clean, I've never seen that on him. Why would he do that if he never gets laid? Or…am I maybe not the only guy he tried that with?
I watch him stroke himself to the porn and it weirdly turns me on. As if I just intruded on him having a private moment, it feels so taboo. I can't take it anymore and take my pants off as well. I grab my huge cock and feel a little ego boost, as I watch his eyes widen while he looks at my erection. Stroking myself gently, my dick quickly gets wet from the precum and I try to concentrate on the porn.
But I can't help myself, my mind wanders off to what could have happened if I let him open my pants, while I watch him jerk himself off. I imagine his tattooed hands closed around my shaft, pleasuring me passionately. Wouldn't that feel better than doing it myself? My dick throbs at the thought of it and I wonder if it's even important that he's a guy. Isn't he right, isn't this just releasing pressure? What does it matter whose hand it is?
He notices my face and my heart skips a beat as he leans over to me. At first I think he's going to grab my dick again but then he leans further down. And before I really know what's happening he swallows my cock whole. I gasp loudly at the intense sensation and my dick twitches uncontrollably. I let out a moan and he looks up at me with a self satisfyed face.
This is definetely not the first dick he is sucking. No girl I ever had could deepthroat me so deeply that their lips touched my pelvis. So I was right. He's cheating on Kayla with men. For a second it feels really weird to look down on my best friend sucking my dick, but then I turn a little light on the coffeetable on, to get a better view. In a twisted way it turns me on to see my emotionally distant best friend lust for my cock. I lay one hand on the back of his head and push him down on me even further, hearing the wet sound I make in his throat with pleasure.
Then he lets me out of his mouth and I watch some drool flow down from his full lips, before he goes back to sucking me. I notice his hand still stroking his dick, it gets him off to pleasure me. Wait, why am I watching him? That's gay as hell. I force myself to watch the girl on the TV blow her scene partner and try to imagine a woman doing it to me. But it's impossible. No woman has ever given me head like that.
I moan again and rock my hips as he deepthroats me.
"Fuck…" I whisper as I feel myself get close again and I throw my head back.
Then he stops. He wipes some of the spit off his chin and gives me a innocent smile before sitting back and looking at the porn again. The woman stopped blowing the guy and is now stripping naked. My wet dick throbs and the pressure is almost painful now. I have never edged like this before and my muscles feel out of control, I shake a little.
I don't dare to touch myself, the orgasm would be ruined after what I just experienced. So I just sit there, my cock harder than ever before, my face flushed and I'm out of breath, while he just continues to jerk off and look at the porn as if nothing happened.
The girl on the TV is presenting her ass to the camera and the guy starts fucking her asshole mercilessly.
Connor has turned over a little and is now laying on his side, his back to me. His back and…his well formed ass. We've been doing squats lately, and they clearly pay off. His ass is clean shaven as well and even though he doesn't say anything I know this is an invitation.
I hesitate and massage my dick, slowly getting myself used to touch again. I can't do this. I can't fuck my best friend's ass, it's going to be unbelievably weird to see him again after this. But on the other hand I'm so horny I'd use any hole presented to me and just the thought of feeling a tight hole wrapped around my shaft right now makes me drip precum again.
So I crawl up behind him and pull him up by his hips so he's kneeling in front of me on all fours, facing the TV. At least like this I can still imagine it to be a girl, it'll be just like a pocket pussy…just…tighter probably. He complies without a word and keeps stroking himself sensually. I look down on his ass and spit on his hole, before I start pushing inside.
A loud moan escapes his lips and releases me from the shackles of shame. I lose control and push inside him until my hips hit his ass with a clapping noise. He moans loudly with his nice, deep voice and shivers a little as I grab his cheeks. His hole is insanely tight and I have to keep myself from immediately cumming. He feels better than any sextoy I own. I can hear wet noises from his hand on his own cock, he is dripping precum and stroking himself faster as I stimulate him deeply.
I try to concentrate on the porn as I start thrusting inside him but at some point I just give up. It's hypnotic to watch his hole hug my cock with every thrust and his ass jiggle everytime I push deep inside. I don't even hear the female moans anymore, I just hear him, losing his mind on my dick. I grab his hips and fuck him harder, hearing him scream and beat his dick even faster. I want to make him cum so bad, I want to feel him cum on my dick.
The feeling is crazy intense and every thrust I get through without busting is a miracle. The pressure makes every muscle in my body tense up and I pound him even harder, trying to make him cum before me. Somehow the fantasy of making my best friend cum with my cock is divine to me.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He whimpers and his hole gets even tighter.
Me too. I can't take it anymore and give him some last, deep thrusts before I have to pull out. He lets out a scream and busts all over his hand, his legs shaking. I look down at this incredible sight and start wildly jerking off. It doesn't take me two seconds until I explode with insane pleasure and shoot a huge load all over his ass. I moan loudly and push every single drop out. The satisfaction of covering his seductive ass in cum is incredible.
That was the most intense orgasm I ever had. But now that the post nut clarity hits my stomach sinks. Did I just fuck my straight and taken best friend in the ass and came on him? I'm frozen. We can never tell anybody about this. Hectically I turn off the porn and get a towel to dry him off.
He turns around and starts laughing as he sees my shocked face. "Feel better now?" He asks and I nod hesitantly. Better isn't even a description for the satisfaction that orgasm gave me.
"Me too." He adds and puts his briefs and his pants back on. I follow his lead. He pulls his chaotic hair back and ties it into a little knot again. I still don't know what to say and feel a little panicked.
"Don't worry about it dude." He says. "Like I said, it's just pressure relief. Nobody ever has to know."
"Yeah, please." I say. "Nobody."