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We were more than friends. We were practically brothers. In all our years of friendship, I couldn’t think of a single day that we hadn’t spoken, and even at nineteen, we remained closer than anybody we knew.
Brandon was somebody who I looked up to. Sure, we were both quite popular, and both of us were doing pretty well at life so far, but there was something about my best friend that always made me admire him.
Maybe it was his cool, calm and collected demeanour. The way he laughed things off, or calmed me down even in the most stressful situations. Maybe it was his confidence, something that I’d once envied, but eventually grew to love. Or maybe, it was something more.
There was something so carefree about Brandon, and although I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, it made me feel comfortable around him, like he we were destined to be best friends.
When he walked into my room one afternoon, I wasn’t surprised. For as long as I could remember, we let ourselves into each others houses, and there was nothing unusual about turning around to find Brandon rummaging through the refrigerator or sitting in the living room watching football with my dad.
“Did your mom make this?” He asked, shoving cake into his mouth. I shrugged my shoulders as I finished an assignment. “They’re gone out, by the way” he told me between bites, “said they left money for pizza or something”.
I nodded and listened to the sound of my parents’ car driving away. They went out every Friday evening for some sort of weird parent-date. Brandon flopped onto my bed next to me and grabbed my textbook.
“This is so boring, bro” he groaned, tossing it across the room as he made himself comfortable.
“Yeah, well it’s due on Monday, so I don’t have much choice, do I?”.
Brandon refused to go to college. He was a much more physical person than I was, so he’d gotten a job with his old man down at the repair shop, and he seemed to like it.
“Chicks dig a tradesman, you know?” He said, grinning as he finished the cake. “Big, oily, musclemen, sweating in their uniforms”.
“Thanks” I said, sitting up, “but I don’t need to know what you jerk off to”.
Brandon chuckled and pulled out his phone. “You wanna’ see the girl I’ve been talking to?” He asked, and of course, the answer was yes. He turned the phone around to me, but eventually handed it over. “Swipe right, bro, the pictures get spicier”.
Brandon had always been a ladies man. Even when we were younger, all he could ever think about was chicks, and it had only gotten more intense as he’d grown up.
“Holy shit, man” I said, gawping at the photo of a beautiful blonde, and then almost gasping when an image of her large breasts appeared. “Fuck!”.
“Right?” He grinned, clearly proud of himself. “She wants to meet me tonight”.
I shook my head in disbelief. Brandon was a very handsome guy. There was no denying that, but I was endlessly impressed, and mildly jealous of the fact that he was able to get the hottest women around.
“Nice, bro” I said, and just before I handed him back his phone, I flicked to one more image, and my eyes widened. “Uh… My bad” I swallowed, as a close up image of Brandon’s cock filled the screen.
It was fleeting. Barely a few seconds, but my jaw almost dropped at the sheer size of his manhood. Of course, it wasn’t the first time I’d ever seen my best friend’s dick, but it was the first time I’d seen it like that. The thing must have been at least eight inches of solid meat.
“Don’t sweat it” he grinned, taking his phone back, “if you had a pussy, you’d be on the end of it”.
I squirmed at the thought. I didn’t envy any woman who had to take that monster inside her, but as Brandon sat up on the bed and changed the subject, I couldn’t get the image out of my mind.
“So, what time are you meeting her?” I asked, after a while.
“Who?” He replied, which was perfect evidence of the fact that Brandon was too hot for his own good. “Oh, the blonde” he added with a chuckle, “uh… Oh fuck”.
I watched as he frantically scrolled through his phone and winced. “Shit” he said, “I missed our date”.
“You’re an idiot, man” I sighed, as he scrambled to text her, but a few minutes later, he received a voice note that was anything but calm.
“I guess the date’s cancelled” he said, and silence fell for a moment before the two of us cracked up with laughter. That’s what I liked about him. Nothing was ever a big deal.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone to take her place” I said, when the laughter died down, and I wasn’t joking, either. I’d watched Brandon get a date in less than five minutes before.
“I better” he replied, scrolling through his phone, “I skipped my five o’ clock wank”.
I winced at the image that flooded my brain, until I remembered the photograph. If I had a cock as big as Brandon’s, I’d probably spend most of my time jerking it, too. Naturally, I wasn’t going to let him know that.
“You have a schedule?” I scoffed.
“Fuck yeah, I have a schedule” he replied, matter-of-factly, “this bad boy needs to be unloaded at least every four hours, otherwise…” He made an explosion gesture with his hands and I rolled my eyes. “You’re probably good, though” he continued, “a little pin-dick like that can probably go months without release”.
“Fuck you” I laughed, “I’ve got a big dick”.
“Yeah right”.
I sat up on my elbows and glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, feeling a little insulted.
“Bro, I’ve seen you shower” he replied, waving his little finger.
“Showers don’t count!” I snapped, a little too defensively, but Brandon just cackled.
“Whatever you say, bro” he shrugged, but that irritated me even more.
“Just because you have a big fuckin’ horse dick” I said, which sounded a lot less insulting than I had hoped, and caused Brandon’s grin to widen even more.
“Oh yeah, you like it, huh?” He beamed.
“Shut up”.
“You do like it!” He laughed, shoving me playfully.
“I don’t like it” I spat, “it’s weird”.
Brandon scoffed and grabbed his junk through his shorts. “Don’t be jealous, pin-dick”.
“I’m warning you” I growled, but my threat was redundant. Brandon was eighty percent muscle, and could have crushed me with his bare hands.
“Prove it, then” he said, turning over to face me and teasingly grabbing my pants. I pulled away and shoved him off.
“Prove what?”
“Prove that you have a big dick”.
“No chance” I said, turning back to my phone. “That’s gay as fuck”.
“It’s only gay if we get caught, baby” he whispered, jokingly rubbing my arm until I pulled away again and Brandon laughed. “Oh, come on, bro” he continued, “you’re not gonna’ show me your dick?”
“Why do you want to see my dick?” I asked, glancing at him in disbelief.
“Because I love you” he replied, flashing me his puppy dog eyes until I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re an idiot” I said, trying to ignore him.
“Hey, look” he said, a few minutes later, and out of habit, I glanced over and froze in place.
Brandon’s hand was wrapped around the base of his large, fleshy rod. The thing was even more impressive than it had looked in the photograph, but my brain was still trying to process the fact that my best friend had his dick out on my bed.
“Jesus, man!” I hissed, blocking it from my sight. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m horny” he replied, nonchalantly, “I told you I need to jerk off”.
“Well, go jerk off in the bathroom or something” I replied, still somewhat blocking the sight, but occasionally, taking quick glances at the mammoth tool.
“Or” he said, still playing with his dick. “You could suck it for me”.
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We were more than friends. We were practically brothers. In all our years of friendship, I couldn’t think of a single day that we hadn’t spoken, and even at nineteen, we remained closer than anybody we knew.
Brandon was somebody who I looked up to. Sure, we were both quite popular, and both of us were doing pretty well at life so far, but there was something about my best friend that always made me admire him.
Maybe it was his cool, calm and collected demeanour. The way he laughed things off, or calmed me down even in the most stressful situations. Maybe it was his confidence, something that I’d once envied, but eventually grew to love. Or maybe, it was something more.
There was something so carefree about Brandon, and although I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, it made me feel comfortable around him, like he we were destined to be best friends.
When he walked into my room one afternoon, I wasn’t surprised. For as long as I could remember, we let ourselves into each others houses, and there was nothing unusual about turning around to find Brandon rummaging through the refrigerator or sitting in the living room watching football with my dad.
“Did your mom make this?” He asked, shoving cake into his mouth. I shrugged my shoulders as I finished an assignment. “They’re gone out, by the way” he told me between bites, “said they left money for pizza or something”.
I nodded and listened to the sound of my parents’ car driving away. They went out every Friday evening for some sort of weird parent-date. Brandon flopped onto my bed next to me and grabbed my textbook.
“This is so boring, bro” he groaned, tossing it across the room as he made himself comfortable.
“Yeah, well it’s due on Monday, so I don’t have much choice, do I?”.
Brandon refused to go to college. He was a much more physical person than I was, so he’d gotten a job with his old man down at the repair shop, and he seemed to like it.
“Chicks dig a tradesman, you know?” He said, grinning as he finished the cake. “Big, oily, musclemen, sweating in their uniforms”.
“Thanks” I said, sitting up, “but I don’t need to know what you jerk off to”.
Brandon chuckled and pulled out his phone. “You wanna’ see the girl I’ve been talking to?” He asked, and of course, the answer was yes. He turned the phone around to me, but eventually handed it over. “Swipe right, bro, the pictures get spicier”.
Brandon had always been a ladies man. Even when we were younger, all he could ever think about was chicks, and it had only gotten more intense as he’d grown up.
“Holy shit, man” I said, gawping at the photo of a beautiful blonde, and then almost gasping when an image of her large breasts appeared. “Fuck!”.
“Right?” He grinned, clearly proud of himself. “She wants to meet me tonight”.
I shook my head in disbelief. Brandon was a very handsome guy. There was no denying that, but I was endlessly impressed, and mildly jealous of the fact that he was able to get the hottest women around.
“Nice, bro” I said, and just before I handed him back his phone, I flicked to one more image, and my eyes widened. “Uh… My bad” I swallowed, as a close up image of Brandon’s cock filled the screen.
It was fleeting. Barely a few seconds, but my jaw almost dropped at the sheer size of his manhood. Of course, it wasn’t the first time I’d ever seen my best friend’s dick, but it was the first time I’d seen it like that. The thing must have been at least eight inches of solid meat.
“Don’t sweat it” he grinned, taking his phone back, “if you had a pussy, you’d be on the end of it”.
I squirmed at the thought. I didn’t envy any woman who had to take that monster inside her, but as Brandon sat up on the bed and changed the subject, I couldn’t get the image out of my mind.
“So, what time are you meeting her?” I asked, after a while.
“Who?” He replied, which was perfect evidence of the fact that Brandon was too hot for his own good. “Oh, the blonde” he added with a chuckle, “uh… Oh fuck”.
I watched as he frantically scrolled through his phone and winced. “Shit” he said, “I missed our date”.
“You’re an idiot, man” I sighed, as he scrambled to text her, but a few minutes later, he received a voice note that was anything but calm.
“I guess the date’s cancelled” he said, and silence fell for a moment before the two of us cracked up with laughter. That’s what I liked about him. Nothing was ever a big deal.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone to take her place” I said, when the laughter died down, and I wasn’t joking, either. I’d watched Brandon get a date in less than five minutes before.
“I better” he replied, scrolling through his phone, “I skipped my five o’ clock wank”.
I winced at the image that flooded my brain, until I remembered the photograph. If I had a cock as big as Brandon’s, I’d probably spend most of my time jerking it, too. Naturally, I wasn’t going to let him know that.
“You have a schedule?” I scoffed.
“Fuck yeah, I have a schedule” he replied, matter-of-factly, “this bad boy needs to be unloaded at least every four hours, otherwise…” He made an explosion gesture with his hands and I rolled my eyes. “You’re probably good, though” he continued, “a little pin-dick like that can probably go months without release”.
“Fuck you” I laughed, “I’ve got a big dick”.
“Yeah right”.
I sat up on my elbows and glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, feeling a little insulted.
“Bro, I’ve seen you shower” he replied, waving his little finger.
“Showers don’t count!” I snapped, a little too defensively, but Brandon just cackled.
“Whatever you say, bro” he shrugged, but that irritated me even more.
“Just because you have a big fuckin’ horse dick” I said, which sounded a lot less insulting than I had hoped, and caused Brandon’s grin to widen even more.
“Oh yeah, you like it, huh?” He beamed.
“Shut up”.
“You do like it!” He laughed, shoving me playfully.
“I don’t like it” I spat, “it’s weird”.
Brandon scoffed and grabbed his junk through his shorts. “Don’t be jealous, pin-dick”.
“I’m warning you” I growled, but my threat was redundant. Brandon was eighty percent muscle, and could have crushed me with his bare hands.
“Prove it, then” he said, turning over to face me and teasingly grabbing my pants. I pulled away and shoved him off.
“Prove what?”
“Prove that you have a big dick”.
“No chance” I said, turning back to my phone. “That’s gay as fuck”.
“It’s only gay if we get caught, baby” he whispered, jokingly rubbing my arm until I pulled away again and Brandon laughed. “Oh, come on, bro” he continued, “you’re not gonna’ show me your dick?”
“Why do you want to see my dick?” I asked, glancing at him in disbelief.
“Because I love you” he replied, flashing me his puppy dog eyes until I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re an idiot” I said, trying to ignore him.
“Hey, look” he said, a few minutes later, and out of habit, I glanced over and froze in place.
Brandon’s hand was wrapped around the base of his large, fleshy rod. The thing was even more impressive than it had looked in the photograph, but my brain was still trying to process the fact that my best friend had his dick out on my bed.
“Jesus, man!” I hissed, blocking it from my sight. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m horny” he replied, nonchalantly, “I told you I need to jerk off”.
“Well, go jerk off in the bathroom or something” I replied, still somewhat blocking the sight, but occasionally, taking quick glances at the mammoth tool.
“Or” he said, still playing with his dick. “You could suck it for me”.
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