“Daniel…” I gasped as his whole fist closed over my dick sending an electric jolt running straight to my brain. His fist softly moved up and down, causing my knees to tremble at his touch. Daniel soon stood up, his face mere inches away from mine. I could feel his breath on my face, he was breathing heavily. I struggled as I put one hand on his shoulder. The feeling of his skin under my hand was electrifying. We were staring at each other. Not a word was said. Not a comment as to why we were both naked or why we were both hard or why we were so close to each other that I could count the little freckles that sprinkled his nose.
He was staring at me with such an intensity I couldn’t process my thoughts. I knew we were both getting closer to each other, the space between growing smaller and hotter. The tip of his dick touched the tip of my own; the intimacy and the dirtiness of this action was driving me insane. Our dicks were touching each other more fully now. I felt his hand on my waist and that was all I need. I put both my hands around his head and brought him to me. Our lips met in a tender embrace. We started kissing and my mind exploded. I didn’t care that he was a boy or that he was my best friend or that we probably shouldn’t be doing this; the only thing I cared about was the way his lips moved with mine.
My heart was leaping. This wasn’t gross or weird. This was good. This was new, exciting, thrilling. I could have stayed like that, kissing him, all weekend long. His lips on mine just felt so good. He put his hands around my waist and pressed me closer to him; our dicks grinding each other. Daniel groaned as we pressed our bodies together, my hand running through his back, I could feel him getting sweaty. Our kiss became harder, more intense. What started as a soft embrace quickly developed into something wilder as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He ran his tongue over my lips, as if tasting me. My hands found his way down to his butt. I did what any sane person would have done in my place, I squeezed it. Daniel groaned even louder as a result.
I do not know how long we stayed like that. It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour, it could have been a month. He managed to break free to get a bit of air.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked fearfully as he gasped for air.
“Don’t you dare stop” I replied flashing that wicked smile that was usually his.
And that was all he needed to push me down to the bed. He crawled on top of me and kissed me again. I took his ass into my hands again and I pressed it to me, pushing his dick on top of mine. He started to move his pelvis up and down sending me into a frenzy. My right hand found it’s way to his dick and I took it. It felt so freaking good. I have to be honest, the thought of touching another person’s dick had never crossed my mine. But man it felt good. It felt warm and tender, yet hard under my touch. Daniel squirmed in pleasure as I started jerking him, I could feel his moans in my mouth as our tongues wrested.
Then he broke our kiss and moved up, basically straddling me. He put his hand around both of our dicks, bringing them together. He started jerking both of us at the same time. I swear my eyes went to the back of my skull. What a feeling! I could see Daniel looking down at me, his broad chest glistening with sweat, that tiny speck of hair right there in the middle of it. I could see his face pulled into a grimace of lust and pleasure, something I’d never seen before in my friend. I moved my waist in the rhythm of his hand, he was giving quite a workout to both of our tools. His balls were resting on top of mine, I could feel the weight of them pressing on my own. His thighs around my body were quite sweaty, wether it was the moment or the activity that caused it, who knew? It was one of the most erotic moments of my life.
“Oh fuck, Alex!” he groaned as he pushed his hair back with his free hand. His other hand moving frantically “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he said as he shot warm liquid all over our dicks. That was enough for me. I joined him as I felt my own orgasm building up from the center of my own being. We both shot thick globs of warm, white fluid over each other. I couldn’t say how many times we shot, I was barely alive. The pleasure was so white, raw and fierce I felt like the life was being sucked out of me. If this was dying, it wasn’t so bad.
Daniel collapsed next to me, gasping. He was sweaty and his dick was full of cum. I was also sweaty but being the unlucky one I had been splashed way more. My chest, abs and groin were covered in our cum. Our cum. What a strange yet pleasing notion. Daniel, my best friend, had cum all over me. I think it may have even reached my neck.
“I think I’ll use your shower now” he said curtly, standing up and dashing to my bathroom.
And that’s when my panic settled in. I took some tissues from my nightstand and started cleaning our mess.
What was going to happen now? What had just happened? This was beyond words! They had kissed. Quite passionately. They had touched each other in quite a specific way. A sexual way. The scene flashed before my eyes. I could see Daniel again, clear as a day, right on top of me; I could see his green eyes full of lust, looking straight at me. He had wanted it, he had wanted it as much as I had. I don’t know what came over me. Everything just clicked. And it felt so good. Was Daniel gay? Was I gay? Well I still like girls, God knows I do. But I’ve never experienced anything like I just did. The raw power that came out of Daniel and me was just, well, beyond words.
My bathroom door opened suddenly, tearing me away from my thoughts. “Bathroom’s ready” announced a towel-clad Daniel without really looking at me.
I dashed to the room and closed the door behind me. What an awkward moment. What had we done? Was our friendship really ruined? I was way too fond of our friendship. Daniel was my best friend in the whole word. I didn’t want to mess it up. I tried to drown these thoughts away as I proceeded to shower. Every time I closed my eyes I could still see Daniel towering over me, both of our dicks in his hand. What a sight indeed! I decided to push those thoughts away too.
I finished my shower and I dried off. I wrapped my towel around my waist. Damn it! My clothes were just outside. Should I change in front of him? Would it be awkward? Should we even speak about what just happened? I didn’t want to leave the bathroom, I wanted to curl up into a ball and stay there. But man, I had to face him.
I got out of the bathroom, and there he was, laying in my bed looking straight at me. Was he naked? Was he shirtless? I couldn’t really tell, he had the covers all the way to his chest. I really wanted him to be naked.
“Hey” he said awkwardly.
“Hey”
“So, that happened” he added, this time flashing me his usual wicked grin.
“I guess it did” I said as I sat on the opposite side of the bed. We both stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. And then- we both burst into laughter. Plain, old laughter. It felt so good to be able to laugh with him. I knew it was okay. He wasn’t angry or upset. We were okay, and that meant the world to me; his friendship meant the world to me, he, meant the world to me.