I almost refused to get into his car. I didn’t want to look at him. He insisted. He definitely noticed my mood shift and didn’t try to talk to me. The silence was a heavy one, until he asked if I wanted to spend the night at his house, practicing for the project. The date of the presentation was coming up. I refused.
“Hugo, come on, bro.”
“Nah, man, just take me home.”
“I’m sorry, alright?” he said.
I looked at him.
“Are you?”
“Yeah. I know you and I disagree on some stuff. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t do that kind of stuff, I don’t spit on people. I promise I am sorry and I will never do it again.”
It was weird how I was eager to believe him. Something in his eyes told me he was sincere.
“Okay,” I said, nodding. He smiled.
“My house?” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Parents are away, so we have the house to ourselves.”
Benji lent me some clothes that I could use. I was actually bigger, so he said they were going to be a bit tight. I took a shower in his bedroom’s bathroom, while he used the main bathroom. When I came out, Benji was there, naked, his back to me.
I had the incredible view of white buttcheeks, contrasting the dark skin caused by the sun, delineated by clear lines. He said, nonchalantly, that he was looking for underwear for me. He wasn’t going to give me an old one. Of course not. He went down on his knees. The buttcheeks parted slightly to give me a view of his butthole, while his soft cock dangled, half-hard. He seemed to be constantly half-hard. Speaking of hard.
He turned, saw me looking and wasn’t alarmed. I was his buddy, he had nothing to fear from me. Dudes didn’t worry about such things. He handed me white boxers. I felt guilty looking at his cock, which swayed as he walked. It was the first time I saw him completely naked, and only then did I appreciate how beautiful he was. He put on some tight underwear and asked me to go to the kitchen to eat. Apparently he wasn’t planning on wearing anything else.
He kept complaining about the tightness of his underwear, and apologizing because I was obviously bigger than him and it must be harder for me. He had no idea. Thankfully he began to talk about sex, which he was obsessed about, and at least it gave us reason to be both bearing hard-ons to tear us apart. I joined him. Talking about girls wasn’t a problem, it was one of the things I learned very quickly to better hide my true self. I indulged Benji until he was almost begging to take his underwear off. He kept squeezing himself, sighing, laughing. We laughed a lot. Deep down I knew I was treading on some very thin lines.
After a very unhealthy dinner, we went back to his room, laughing our asses off from the hardest erections we both had.
“Fuck this,” he said, already taking it off, showing his bare front. He waited a little for my reaction. I did the same thing. He seemed to approve with a nod and flat out asked, “Wanna jerk off?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Come to bed,” he said. Then he put a video on the TV. The bed smelled like him. We sat next to each other. Benji chuckled. “Fuck, I’m glad you’re this chill, dude.”
“You too,” I said.
“Yeah, we’re just two bros.”
“Exactly.”
“I didn’t want to weird you out or anything,” he said.
“Don’t worry. We’re just bros. I get it.”
We jerked off silently. If I concentrated on blocking out the sound of the video, I could hear the meaty sound of his hand sliding up and down on the shaft, his small grunts, and the way his nails would run up his legs. He seemed to be on fire from within, and the whole experience almost drove me insane with heat.
Benji got hold of my dick. It happened suddenly. In one moment I was the one beating my own meat, then he was there, taking control and pushing my hand aside. I didn’t look at him, just relaxed under his touch, putting my hands behind my head, laying back. “Fuck, Benji!” I said, unable to stop myself.
“I’m cumming,” he said in a moaning voice. His moans pushed me to the edge and I let go completely, shooting far and wide.
We looked at each other and laughed. As we cleaned ourselves, there was a silent agreement to not comment on what had just happened. But I couldn’t forget. Benji had jerked me off. His hand had been on my cock. He made me cum. I was the happiest guy in the world. And he didn’t and couldn’t know about it.
We decided to do what we actually planned to do, which was study, and went down to the living room. After a while, Benji sighed.
“I’m glad you’re not being a little bitch about it,” he said.
“I feel you.”
“Like, it’s nice to let some steam off with your bro.”
“Uhu. Yeah.” I nodded.
“Wanna do it again?”
I paused, looked at him. “Here?”
“Why not? There’s a big TV here as well.”
Why not? I thought.
This time, Benji not only jerked me off, I got to milk him out too. It took longer, so by the end, we were both sweaty and out of breath. My hand was tired from the movement, and Benji’s thick cock was pulsing red.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah.”
He smiled. That smile meant the beginning of something interesting. I couldn’t understand why he could do those things with me and still be such an asshole. I strictly avoided any topic that would showcase his bigotry because it was too much for me to handle, and I didn’t want to let go of the nice perks of being his buddy. Shit, but that same day, he asked me to sleep in the same bed, and I ended up receiving another handjob. He laughed as he made me cum. We didn’t have many opportunities to keep doing that during the following days, but whenever his parents were away, I was the one he called.
The day of our presentation arrived swiftly, and passed by just as swiftly. The reason we got together and reawakened a bond. So much had changed because of it. Benji and I were the last ones to speak, and by the end, there was a lot of applause and positive feedback from the professor.
For a moment I worried that things were going to go back to the way it was before. Stupid anxiety. It couldn’t be more wrong.
We spent so much time together that Benji’s previous friend group had to approach me to get to him. They behaved way nicer. Gabi showed a little more warmth towards me, which honestly made me feel bad and I would rather she was a bitch. The way I felt about her boyfriend would make her want to kill me anyway.
I found out that Benji was jealous of my own friends. Whenever I tried to spend time with them in college, he would try to steer me away. It was annoying, a little frustrating, and honestly a bit of a red flag. It shouldn’t make me feel all special, but it did. I was happy, immersed in his charm and in the joy of knowing that he was jealous of me.
The worst was having to juggle my growing affection for Benji as a dear friend, and my arousal of thinking of him as a piece of meat I just wanted to bite.
Gabi helped me a bit. She definitely shifted her opinion of me, and I began to be sincerely welcomed by her. I could tell Benji liked her. I wanted to be their friend, and focusing on that helped me make the right choice, which was to remove myself from their lives slowly, without making things difficult. I could still be a friend from far away.