I grew up in a small town. Everyone knew everyone. I met my best friend, Josh, at school. We both excelled academically so we didn’t need to pay much attention in school. As we grew up we attended the same college. We would spend most weekends at either my house or his, playing video games and listening to music. We were extremely close. After college we lost touch as tends to happen when you grow up and move apart. We still kept in contact but we only occasionally saw each other. Maybe once a year, if that. But when we do it’s like we’ve never been apart.
I’ve always had a huge crush on him ever since I realised my attraction towards both men and women. I thought it was because I was overprotective of my best friend but I realised it wasn’t. He’s “straight” but hasn’t been with many girls. He doesn’t show any interest in guys either so I’ve always thought he’s asexual. I tried to help him get a girlfriend or even a one-night stand but he’d always rather drink more, have a great time and go home. Some times together, sometimes alone if I got lucky. Josh is tall whereas I am short, he has always been skinny, like a bean-pole, traditionally handsome in a school-boy/politician kind of way. He tried to exude a rockstar/hipster persona but ended up more like the boy-next-door. He has pretty much perfect hair and skin. He is well spoken and very intelligent. I rarely ever saw him shirtless. He started to go to the gym in college but struggled to put on any weight.
One weekend, we had a college reunion with of all our old friends. We came back to our hometown from across the country. It was amazing to see everyone but especially him and we spent all night dancing and hugging and reminiscing. Eventually we went back to a friends house where we’d arranged to stay over and sleep on the living room floor. We’re lay next to each other with our own pillows and blankets. I wake up before he does. Raging morning wood and a hangover, the usual.
Not long after, he wakes up as well and must be suffering the same. He turns to me, completely out of blue, grabs my hand and puts it on his boner. He says “can you help me out?” I immediately go under his blanket and start blowing him. I’m probably still drunk at this point, still half asleep and not thinking clearly. I’m obviously extremely horny and I’d take opportunity for any action. I take half a second to think to myself, am I really awake or is this a dream?
His dick is below average length, circumcised from phimosis when we were younger, thin girth with a big head but with loads of precum. It tastes amazing in my dry mouth. He shoots his load very quickly and without a word turns me over and spoons me and starts snoring shortly afterwards. I’m in shock with what I’ve just done but it’s clear he wanted it and enjoyed it. He started the whole thing and came very quickly. We’ve spoken once or twice since but never about what happened and both act like it never happened. I sometimes wonder if it really did happen and if he would every like to return the favour.
I’ve always had a huge crush on him ever since I realised my attraction towards both men and women. I thought it was because I was overprotective of my best friend but I realised it wasn’t. He’s “straight” but hasn’t been with many girls. He doesn’t show any interest in guys either so I’ve always thought he’s asexual. I tried to help him get a girlfriend or even a one-night stand but he’d always rather drink more, have a great time and go home. Some times together, sometimes alone if I got lucky. Josh is tall whereas I am short, he has always been skinny, like a bean-pole, traditionally handsome in a school-boy/politician kind of way. He tried to exude a rockstar/hipster persona but ended up more like the boy-next-door. He has pretty much perfect hair and skin. He is well spoken and very intelligent. I rarely ever saw him shirtless. He started to go to the gym in college but struggled to put on any weight.
One weekend, we had a college reunion with of all our old friends. We came back to our hometown from across the country. It was amazing to see everyone but especially him and we spent all night dancing and hugging and reminiscing. Eventually we went back to a friends house where we’d arranged to stay over and sleep on the living room floor. We’re lay next to each other with our own pillows and blankets. I wake up before he does. Raging morning wood and a hangover, the usual.
Not long after, he wakes up as well and must be suffering the same. He turns to me, completely out of blue, grabs my hand and puts it on his boner. He says “can you help me out?” I immediately go under his blanket and start blowing him. I’m probably still drunk at this point, still half asleep and not thinking clearly. I’m obviously extremely horny and I’d take opportunity for any action. I take half a second to think to myself, am I really awake or is this a dream?
His dick is below average length, circumcised from phimosis when we were younger, thin girth with a big head but with loads of precum. It tastes amazing in my dry mouth. He shoots his load very quickly and without a word turns me over and spoons me and starts snoring shortly afterwards. I’m in shock with what I’ve just done but it’s clear he wanted it and enjoyed it. He started the whole thing and came very quickly. We’ve spoken once or twice since but never about what happened and both act like it never happened. I sometimes wonder if it really did happen and if he would every like to return the favour.