He plopped down next to me on the couch, so close that our legs were touching. I became hyper aware of how his beefy thigh was pressing into my own. Luke set the plate on both our legs, and every time our fingers touched when we reached for a bite, I had to hold my breath.
Don’t get hard don’t get hard don’t get hard.
I repeated that mantra in my head, willing my quickly hardening cock to go down. How crazy was that? Getting a boner just from our legs touching!
After we polished off the plate, Luke grabbed his controller, but didn’t move back to his side of the couch. Instead, he got even more comfortable, hooking his leg slightly over mine. It didn’t mean anything. He just did it without thinking.
I couldn’t focus with Luke in close proximity like that. By this point, I was pretty sure I liked guys too, Luke specifically. I had no read on Luke though, since he never seemed interested in anyone. Which was probably why it was no big deal to him that he was half sitting in my lap when we had a whole big couch to use.
I was crazy distracted, and the worst part was I could feel Luke through the thin layer of his shorts… and quickly realized that he wasn’t wearing underwear. My forehead started to sweat, my mouth going dry. Luke was going commando and he was so close. The only thing between me and his bare skin was those thin cotton shorts, the ones that looked like they were molded over his big fat ass despite being a size L.
As Luke got older, his ass got bigger. And I’d fantasized plenty of times about getting to grab his ass again, squeeze it, slap it, make it bounce a little, even spread his ass cheeks and…
“Bro! Did those nachos fry your brain? I just killed you three times in a row!”
I tried to get my mouth to move. Tried to pull my thoughts away from Luke’s ass. I needed to get him off me. “Guess I’m sick of this game, bro. Why don’t you pick something else?”
Luke shrugged and got up, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Now I could adjust my dick and…
My jaw dropped. Luke’s shorts were riding up his ass crack, framing his two globes perfectly. So thin they were almost see through. Whatever hope I had of willing my boner down disappeared, as I was suddenly rock hard.
What the hell am I doing? Stop looking at Luke’s ass!!
And because the universe is cruel, Luke sat down again right next to me again. I got up to make it look like I was stretching, just so we wouldn’t be so close. And I just hoped that he didn’t notice my very big tent.
I tried to stuff it down a little, my back turned slightly. When I turned back around, I saw Luke staring at me. Or more accurately, my bulge. His mouth was slightly parted, his throat working, eyes slightly hooded. I recognized that look, because it’s the same look I had while I had an eyeful of Luke’s epic ass.
Luke couldn’t tear his eyes away from my bulge, which, let’s be clear, was way beyond just a little sus. Luckily when I sat down, the spell was broken, and we refocused back to the game.
And that somehow became our pattern. I would find myself staring at Luke sometimes, and I would even catch him staring at me. I tried to put some distance between us, but Luke, ever the oblivious puppy, seemed to relish any physical contact he could get with me.
I still wasn’t sure how he actually felt. There was an excuse for each behavior. Friction. Curiosity. Maybe instead of hunger and want I was seeing, it was totally innocent? At this point, he would have made a move, right? I had given him so many openings over the years.
I wanted to test things, try and spark him to react. That’s how I got the oh so brilliant idea of trying to make Luke jealous, to see if he wanted me the way I wanted him. So I became a player. No, I became a fuckboy. I started working my way through all the hottest girls in our grade. I had a new girlfriend every few weeks, and I had to practically beat them away with a stick. Apparently rumors spread that I had a big dick and knew how to use it, and teenagers are horny, even if they are hopelessly pining for their straight best friend.
In my quest to make Luke jealous and fuck every girl in our class, I pretty firmly settled on being 100% bisexual. It wasn’t like I had to grin and bear it, or imagine a guy, to get off with girls. I liked ass, from all genders. It was just I liked one ass better than anyone else’s.
Despite my reputation, Luke never seemed jealous. Which just made me disappointed. I was pretty convinced I had embellished those times in my head, that Luke really was straight.
A while back I had gathered the team, sans Luke, and told them off from going too far with him. A lot of the guys liked to tease him, and I’ve caught more than a few checking out his dump truck. And not in a joking way, in a I want to fuck the shit out of that way. I was nervous – what if instead of me, Luke wanted a different guy on the team?
“You guys better cut it off with Luke. If I hear one more ass joke I’m going to tell Coach to bench you. You understand?” I told them one day when Luke wasn’t around.
Leo, the ringleader of the gang, laughed. “Jeez dude, don’t get your panties in a twist! We’re just fooling around, if Micucci didn’t like it he would say so, right?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. These guys didn’t know Luke like I did. They saw his jock bro side. They didn’t know that at his core, Luke was still that shy little kid who wanted people to like him. That’s why he would never say anything about being teased. He needed me to look out for him. And yes, I realize how weirdly overprotective that sounds.
“I think,” Leo continued, “You’re more mad that we’ve been checking out his cakes, hm?” Leo raised one eyebrow at me. “I think you’re worried one of us is gonna claim Mount Micucci before you’ve even gotten your chance.”
I sputtered. For once, I was taken by surprise. Fuck, was I really that obvious? If the guys figured it out, did that mean Luke had too? Was he just not saying anything out of politeness?
“Come on, man,” Devon chimed in, “Listen, we all know how you feel. And you’ve known Micucci the longest, and we respect you as Captain. So how about this, we won’t do anything with Luke until you’ve had your chance.”
“BUT,” Darren interjected, “if you take too damn long or it doesn’t work out, Micucci’s ass is free game.”
I didn’t like how we were talking about Luke like he was some kind of prize to be won, or whatever. It felt shitty. These guys were in lust with Luke. They just saw his fat ass as a place to park their dicks. My feelings ran so much deeper than that.
They didn’t know the bond that Luke and I shared. How every moment with him around is a good one. How he can read my moods, always encouraging me or goofing around to distract me from the hard shit in my life. How Luke is fiercely loyal and how much he treasures his true friends. How I want to spend the rest of my life with him by my side.
Luke is the only person I could be myself with. The only person who didn’t expect anything from me. When I was with him, I was me, not ‘future doctor son to first gen parents’ or ‘valedictorian candidate’. Or ‘star pitcher and team captain’. With Luke, I could let loose and have fun and just enjoy myself. And he never knew how grateful I was for that.