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Have you ever had a friend so close that he was literally like a family member? I mean, when you wake up and the guy is sitting in your kitchen eating breakfast with your dad, or you get home from school and he's sleeping in your bed because he took a sick day and your mom's been feeding him soup all day, I think that's a pretty good indicator.
It wasn't surprising, really. Brody and I had been friends since we were in diapers, and we'd been pretty much inseparable ever since. We liked the same stuff, went to the same school, had the same friends, and honestly, we even looked alike, too.
It wasn't uncommon for people to mistake us for brothers, and I suppose we were brothers, in almost every sense of the word. He spent almost every single day in my house because his folks worked until late in the evening. At the weekends, I slept over pretty much all the time.
Even our own parents had asked us how we don't get fed up of each other, but our relationship was different than just friends. I didn't know what it was at the time, but we both found out eventually.
I preferred his house. He was an only child so his mom and dad had spoiled him rotten for years. He had everything he had ever asked for. The moment a new game console came out, you could be almost guaranteed that Brody would have it waiting for him at home, and it just so happened that the two of us spent almost every night playing Call of Duty, so it certainly worked in my favour.
It was a Friday night when we finally reached his bedroom and shut the door for a night of gaming, pizza and all that other stuff that teenage boys do at a sleepover.
We'd both gotten close to some girls recently, so that was most certainly on the agenda for our conversation.
Brody took the gaming chair like he always did, but I didn't mind. I preferred chilling out on the bed next to him, anyway. He threw a controller my way, and a few minutes later we were focused and silent. Mostly silent anyway.
"Your mom has armpit hair!" He growled at some kid who sounded like he was eleven, at most.
"At least I have a mom" he replied, and Brody rolled his eyes.
"Yeah I know, she's here sucking on my–"
"Dude! He's like six!" I laughed, and Brody grinned.
That's why I liked him so much. Brody was the most laid back guy I had ever known. Nothing seemed to bother him in the slightest, and he had this confidence about him that made everybody like him.
The fact that he was also extremely cute, certainly helped. His hair was messy, yet it always looked good. It was a mix between blond and ever so slightly ginger, but he refused to accept that fact, and referred to himself as strawberry blond, instead.
His skin was completely flawless. People joked with him that he wore makeup, but he was genuinely perfect in that department. His eyes were large and deep blue, and don't even get me started on his physique.
I worked out a few times a week, so I was in decent shape, but Brody had never touched a gym in his life and the kid had the best body I'd ever seen. I didn't even try to hide my jealousy anymore, it was infuriating. He could sit there and eat an entire pizza to himself, and tomorrow morning he'd look even fitter than he already did. It was disgusting.
We continued with our game for most of the night. His mom checked in on us a couple of times until she left some money for pizza and said goodnight.
"Don't stay up all night, you pair" she told us, and I beamed and nodded.
"Don't stay up all night, you pair" Brody mimicked when she left, putting on his stupidest voice.
I punched him in the arm.
"Stop" I smirked, "your mom's too hot to insult".
"Dude you're fucking sick, she's like your mom, too!" He spat back, disgusted.
On and on the game went until my eyes began to sting.
"Wanna call it a night?" I asked, and Brody glared at me like I'd pissed on him.
"Uh... Absolutely fucking not, look at my kill streak!"
I rolled my eyes and sat back. It had been a long day in school, and it felt like I hadn't slept in ages. I lay there for a moment before Brody spoke again.
"So when are you gonna' see Olivia?" He asked, and I could her his smirk.
"When are you gonna' see Becka?" I replied.
"When you see Olivia".
I kicked his chair and he sniggered.
"But imagine, bro" he sighed contently, "we could be sitting here with two hot chicks between our legs. I bet you wouldn't wanna 'call it a night' then" he chuckled.
"Yeah" I nodded, "because I can think of nothing better than getting my dick out next to you!"
We both laughed, but my laugh faltered slightly when I actually thought about that scene.
In all the years we'd known each other, we'd never seen each other naked. Sure, we'd been swimming together, gone on vacation together, we'd done everything together, but never that. It was weird.
"Are you going asleep you little bitch?" Brody scoffed, and grabbed my ankle.
"Get off!" I groaned, but he had me trapped and ripped my sock off instantly.
"Say you'll stay awake!" He laughed, running his fingers across the sole of my foot as I yelped and squealed with laughter.
"Get off you fucker!"
"Say it!"
I couldn't control my fit of laughter until his mom banged on the wall and Brody let me go.
"Motherfucker" I spat, reaching down for my sock at the same time that he did.
Our faces almost touched, and for a moment we froze.
"Uh..."
"Um..."
We both sat up, a little flustered as I pulled my sock back on.
"Why wouldn't you get your dick out next to me?" He asked, and it took me by surprise.
"Why would I?" I scoffed, and Brody shrugged.
"Because we're best friends" he said, starting a new game, "have you never seen the porn videos with friends spitroasting chicks?"
I had.
"It's a bit gay isn't it?" I said, but now my mind was picturing things that I didn't want it to picture.
"I guess" he shrugged, "the girls would probably think so".
"Yeah" I nodded.
"But what if nobody saw?"
I glanced at him, but he continued to play the game.
"W... What do you mean?"
I could see that Brody was paying zero attention to the game, but he stared at the screen, anyway.
"Nothing" he half laughed, "I'm just saying, it would only be gay if other people were there to see it".
"Um... No the fuck it wouldn't" I sniggered.
"Yeah" he scoffed, "I guess".
As Brody went back to playing properly, I couldn't help but focus on what he'd just said. Had I picked him up wrong? If so, why were his cheeks becoming more and more red by the second? Brody wasn't gay, there was no fucking way he was gay. If he was, he would have told me years ago. We told each other everything! Didn't we?
"Are you gay?" I asked blankly, and Brody choked on his Coke.
"W... What?!" He snapped, and I watched it dribble down his chin as he got shot in the game.
"Are you gay?" I repeated.
His eyes widened, and it was at that moment that I knew my best friend liked dick. I didn't care, I mean, with him out of the way, it meant my chances of getting girls increased ten fold. I did, however, care that he hadn't felt comfortable enough to tell me.
"No!" He barked, but if someone had asked me if I was gay, I would have instantly said no... Wouldn't I?
"Shut up" I scoffed, and smacked him on the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm not gay" he growled, and fumbled with the controller.
"Fine" I shrugged, "then you won't want to see my dick".
Brody froze, and admittedly, I did, too, a little bit. In our relationship, he was always the more confident one, and something like that coming out of my mouth was a shock to us both.
"Fuck off" he spat, but strangely, I wasn't kidding.
Having a gay best friend may have been some silly stereotypical joke in the movies, but how sick would that actually be? He could be my wingman, I could be his wingman. The benefits were endless.
I pulled myself back on the bed until my head hit the pillow, and without thinking much about it, I pulled the front of my pants down and revealed my flaccid cock. I wasn't big, but I wasn't small either. I guess I was somewhere in the middle.
"Look" I said, but Brody refused and continued playing. "Brody, I'm serious, look!"
"You're fucking with me!" He snapped, and I could hear the anger in his voice.
"Dude, we're best friends, I'm not fucking with you".
As though it was a trap, Brody turned his head slightly and most likely waited for me to burst into laughter. Instead, I plucked my cock into my hand and lifted it up for him to see. His eyes bulged.
"Told you" I grinned, and shook it at him.
My best friend gawped at me in a way that he never had before. He got shot about three hundred times in the game, but he didn't bat an eyelid, and continued to stare at my junk.
"Y... You're gay, too?" He whispered, a look of overwhelming excitement in his cute eyes.
"Afraid not" I sighed, and his expression changed instantly, and I realised how fucking stupid I was to do this to him.
"Dude I..."
He turned back to the game, but he didn't play it, he simply sat there and I squeezed my eyes shut. Why was I such a fucking idiot? It now looked like I just flashed him my cock to force him to come out to me.
In a split second decision, I did something that I wasn't sure if I'd regret or not. Regardless, I'd made a mistake and I'd hurt my best friend, and something needed to be done about that.
"I'm not gay" I said, "but that doesn't mean we can't fuck around, does it?".
Once again, I had surprised myself. I had expected to feel a little sick by saying the words. I didn't like guys, so there was that, but as I lay there with my dick still in my hand, suddenly the idea of it didn't seem so bad.
He looked back at me, but ignored my dick and started straight into my eyes.
"Is that a joke?" He asked rather sadly, so I pulled my pants and underwear off completely, and lay there half naked.
"Does it look like a joke?"
Brody's mouth fell open as I spread my legs apart and allowed my best friend to take in my privates with his eyes. Maybe if I'd been drunk, I would have had a better excuse for it, but I wasn't drunk, and I didn't have a better excuse.
"I suppose it's better to get a blowjob from someone you trust, first, huh?" I grinned, mindlessly playing with my meat as Brody blinked his eyes.
"Yeah" he nodded.
"Well" I shrugged, my heart slamming in my chest, "come on over and get started".
Brody hesitated. He made to stand up, then stopped himself, and I guessed that he was just nervous, until he relaxed back into his chair and smiled deviously at me.
"So" he smirked, "because I'm gay, I have to be the one to suck your dick?"
I cocked a brow. Did Brody not understand that I was letting him suck my dick?
"That's the problem with you straight guys" he grinned, and I knew that he was joking, yet there was a serious tone to his voice, too. "You think we'll just drop to our knees for you, well you're out of luck, buddy".
I lay there, now feeling a little dumb considering I was almost completely naked, and watched, confused, as Brody pulled his shorts down his legs, followed quickly by his underwear.
I couldn't deny that I was extremely impressed and mildly jealous of the dick that flopped out. I gawped at it.
"You wanna fuck around?" He grinned, "let's fuck around then".
I watched as Brody returned to the game and spread his legs apart.
"I'm waiting" he said, and I couldn't quite believe my eyes, nor my ears.
I wasn't gay! Didn't he understand that?! I was offering my dick to him as an apology for being an asshole. I considered the sentence I'd just said to myself and realised that I'd done it again.
Fuck! I spat inside my head. Brody was right, I had expected him to just... Do it. It wasn't malicious by any means, but I could see now how shitty that had been.
I lay there for a moment and let my mind pour over the idea of sucking a dick. It was just skin after all. Sure, he peed from it, but girls peed from their genitals, too, and I sure as hell wouldn't stop to consider that aspect.
I cocked my head to the side and stared at his dick as he played. It was a nice dick, I couldn't deny it. But could I really suck it? I guess there was only one way to find out.
I slid off the bed, still aware that my cock and balls were hanging out, and sat next to him.
"Sup" he nodded, grinning.
"Shut up" I growled, shoving him in the arm, and he laughed.
"You want me to suck your dick?" I asked, but I was unsure why I'd asked it.
Brody shrugged, but kept his eyes on the tele.
At that moment I realised that it wasn't just Brody who wanted me to do it. I think I'd known since I pulled my own pants down, but now it was obvious. I wanted to suck it.
I didn't say another word. I didn't want to risk making this any more awkward than it already was, so I got to my knees and crawled between my best friend's legs.
Brody lifted the controller, but continued playing the game as I looked directly at his junk.
He was impeccably groomed. He had a small splash of stubble above his thick pole, but his balls and taint were completely smooth. He was uncut, and his foreskin hugged the entire head, except the tip which was visible beneath.
I gulped and took a breath, and when I did, his warm musk filled my nostrils and I felt my own cock twitch. What the fuck had gotten into me?
As my best friend continued to play, I leaned forward, and with one more pleasurable inhale, I took his cock between my thumb and finger, and slipped it into my mouth.
The feeling was explosive. It wasn't just that fact that I was sucking a dick, it was the fact that I was sucking his dick.
I felt him grow between my lips as the light salty flavour spread across my tongue. It was magical, and as he became erect, so did I.
I reached down and grasped my semi-erection. I felt his foreskin slide back to reveal his warm, smooth helmet, and almost instinctively, my tongue began to roll around it and Brody gasped lightly.
Fuck, this was hot.
He hardened even more, and by the time his cock was sliding against the back of my throat, it must have measured over seven inches. My one was less than six, but I didn't care about that now.
With one hand around the base of his shaft, I gave my first ever blowjob, and I had to admit, I was impressed.
Suddenly I wondered why everyone didn't do this? Not only was it extremely arousing, but I was literally controlling my best friend. I licked up the underside and he shivered. I swirled my tongue around his helmet and he groaned. I took his balls in my hand and he whimpered. It was like he was a puppet, and I was the puppet master.
Oddly, Brody didn't seem to realise that.
"Yeah, that's more like it" he grinned, taking his eyes off the game only long enough to smirk at me, "you look much better down there".
"Shut up!" I mumbled onto his cock, and squeezed one of his nuts between my fingers to remind him who was really in control here.
He groaned and laughed, and I continued to suck him off.
There wasn't much more to be said. I choked on my best friend's pole and he played Call of Duty. It should have felt weird, it should have felt gay, but it didn't. It felt like we were just hanging out, like we always did, but now a new element had been added, and I wasn't upset about it.
After fifteen or twenty minutes of constant, wet slurping and sucking, I felt my cock swell in my hand.
"I'm gonna cum!" I whispered, pulling his wet cock from my throat.
He leaned over, grabbed the closest thing to him which was an empty cup, and handed it to me.
"My mom will be pissed if she has to clean cum off my floor" he sniggered, but before he had the words out, I was exploding into the cup, gasping and panting as a brutally powerful orgasm burned through my body.
I returned my attention back to his cock, sucking passionately as my balls emptied, and a few seconds later, Brody dropped the controller on my head, laughed, and held me by the hair as he thrust.
"Oh shit!" He grunted, and my mouth began to fill with his salty load.
I had worried that I would throw up if he came in my mouth, but now that it was happening, I couldn't have been happier. I gulped the stuff down, feeling it coat and soothe my throat after the long blowjob.
Brody moaned a little louder, spraying more sperm into me as my own load continued to drool into the cup, and after a few more seconds he went limp in the chair, and his twitching cock spilled the last of it onto my tongue.
"Holy shit" he said breathlessly as I let it slip out from between my lips.
"Yeah" I gasped, equally as breathless, "holy shit".
I took the cup of spunk and placed it on the desk next to his tele as I reached down for my clothes.
"Wait" he said, his eyes on my butt, "it's pretty hot tonight".
I looked back over at him as he switched the game off and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
"It's like thirty degrees out" I scoffed, already feeling the cold from being naked for so long.
"We can warm up in there" he said, cocking his head toward the bed.
We stared at each other for a moment before a smile lit my face.
"Fine" I shrugged, and pulled my shirt off too, "but only if you drink what's in that cup".
Brody looked at it, then back at me. He shrugged, grabbed it and downed it in one as I gawped.
"What?" He laughed, wiping his lips on the back of his arm, "I was gonna do that anyway"
As the two of us crawled naked under the covers, I couldn't help but think that Brody and I were about to be a lot, lot more than each other's wingman.
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Have you ever had a friend so close that he was literally like a family member? I mean, when you wake up and the guy is sitting in your kitchen eating breakfast with your dad, or you get home from school and he's sleeping in your bed because he took a sick day and your mom's been feeding him soup all day, I think that's a pretty good indicator.
It wasn't surprising, really. Brody and I had been friends since we were in diapers, and we'd been pretty much inseparable ever since. We liked the same stuff, went to the same school, had the same friends, and honestly, we even looked alike, too.
It wasn't uncommon for people to mistake us for brothers, and I suppose we were brothers, in almost every sense of the word. He spent almost every single day in my house because his folks worked until late in the evening. At the weekends, I slept over pretty much all the time.
Even our own parents had asked us how we don't get fed up of each other, but our relationship was different than just friends. I didn't know what it was at the time, but we both found out eventually.
I preferred his house. He was an only child so his mom and dad had spoiled him rotten for years. He had everything he had ever asked for. The moment a new game console came out, you could be almost guaranteed that Brody would have it waiting for him at home, and it just so happened that the two of us spent almost every night playing Call of Duty, so it certainly worked in my favour.
It was a Friday night when we finally reached his bedroom and shut the door for a night of gaming, pizza and all that other stuff that teenage boys do at a sleepover.
We'd both gotten close to some girls recently, so that was most certainly on the agenda for our conversation.
Brody took the gaming chair like he always did, but I didn't mind. I preferred chilling out on the bed next to him, anyway. He threw a controller my way, and a few minutes later we were focused and silent. Mostly silent anyway.
"Your mom has armpit hair!" He growled at some kid who sounded like he was eleven, at most.
"At least I have a mom" he replied, and Brody rolled his eyes.
"Yeah I know, she's here sucking on my–"
"Dude! He's like six!" I laughed, and Brody grinned.
That's why I liked him so much. Brody was the most laid back guy I had ever known. Nothing seemed to bother him in the slightest, and he had this confidence about him that made everybody like him.
The fact that he was also extremely cute, certainly helped. His hair was messy, yet it always looked good. It was a mix between blond and ever so slightly ginger, but he refused to accept that fact, and referred to himself as strawberry blond, instead.
His skin was completely flawless. People joked with him that he wore makeup, but he was genuinely perfect in that department. His eyes were large and deep blue, and don't even get me started on his physique.
I worked out a few times a week, so I was in decent shape, but Brody had never touched a gym in his life and the kid had the best body I'd ever seen. I didn't even try to hide my jealousy anymore, it was infuriating. He could sit there and eat an entire pizza to himself, and tomorrow morning he'd look even fitter than he already did. It was disgusting.
We continued with our game for most of the night. His mom checked in on us a couple of times until she left some money for pizza and said goodnight.
"Don't stay up all night, you pair" she told us, and I beamed and nodded.
"Don't stay up all night, you pair" Brody mimicked when she left, putting on his stupidest voice.
I punched him in the arm.
"Stop" I smirked, "your mom's too hot to insult".
"Dude you're fucking sick, she's like your mom, too!" He spat back, disgusted.
On and on the game went until my eyes began to sting.
"Wanna call it a night?" I asked, and Brody glared at me like I'd pissed on him.
"Uh... Absolutely fucking not, look at my kill streak!"
I rolled my eyes and sat back. It had been a long day in school, and it felt like I hadn't slept in ages. I lay there for a moment before Brody spoke again.
"So when are you gonna' see Olivia?" He asked, and I could her his smirk.
"When are you gonna' see Becka?" I replied.
"When you see Olivia".
I kicked his chair and he sniggered.
"But imagine, bro" he sighed contently, "we could be sitting here with two hot chicks between our legs. I bet you wouldn't wanna 'call it a night' then" he chuckled.
"Yeah" I nodded, "because I can think of nothing better than getting my dick out next to you!"
We both laughed, but my laugh faltered slightly when I actually thought about that scene.
In all the years we'd known each other, we'd never seen each other naked. Sure, we'd been swimming together, gone on vacation together, we'd done everything together, but never that. It was weird.
"Are you going asleep you little bitch?" Brody scoffed, and grabbed my ankle.
"Get off!" I groaned, but he had me trapped and ripped my sock off instantly.
"Say you'll stay awake!" He laughed, running his fingers across the sole of my foot as I yelped and squealed with laughter.
"Get off you fucker!"
"Say it!"
I couldn't control my fit of laughter until his mom banged on the wall and Brody let me go.
"Motherfucker" I spat, reaching down for my sock at the same time that he did.
Our faces almost touched, and for a moment we froze.
"Uh..."
"Um..."
We both sat up, a little flustered as I pulled my sock back on.
"Why wouldn't you get your dick out next to me?" He asked, and it took me by surprise.
"Why would I?" I scoffed, and Brody shrugged.
"Because we're best friends" he said, starting a new game, "have you never seen the porn videos with friends spitroasting chicks?"
I had.
"It's a bit gay isn't it?" I said, but now my mind was picturing things that I didn't want it to picture.
"I guess" he shrugged, "the girls would probably think so".
"Yeah" I nodded.
"But what if nobody saw?"
I glanced at him, but he continued to play the game.
"W... What do you mean?"
I could see that Brody was paying zero attention to the game, but he stared at the screen, anyway.
"Nothing" he half laughed, "I'm just saying, it would only be gay if other people were there to see it".
"Um... No the fuck it wouldn't" I sniggered.
"Yeah" he scoffed, "I guess".
As Brody went back to playing properly, I couldn't help but focus on what he'd just said. Had I picked him up wrong? If so, why were his cheeks becoming more and more red by the second? Brody wasn't gay, there was no fucking way he was gay. If he was, he would have told me years ago. We told each other everything! Didn't we?
"Are you gay?" I asked blankly, and Brody choked on his Coke.
"W... What?!" He snapped, and I watched it dribble down his chin as he got shot in the game.
"Are you gay?" I repeated.
His eyes widened, and it was at that moment that I knew my best friend liked dick. I didn't care, I mean, with him out of the way, it meant my chances of getting girls increased ten fold. I did, however, care that he hadn't felt comfortable enough to tell me.
"No!" He barked, but if someone had asked me if I was gay, I would have instantly said no... Wouldn't I?
"Shut up" I scoffed, and smacked him on the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm not gay" he growled, and fumbled with the controller.
"Fine" I shrugged, "then you won't want to see my dick".
Brody froze, and admittedly, I did, too, a little bit. In our relationship, he was always the more confident one, and something like that coming out of my mouth was a shock to us both.
"Fuck off" he spat, but strangely, I wasn't kidding.
Having a gay best friend may have been some silly stereotypical joke in the movies, but how sick would that actually be? He could be my wingman, I could be his wingman. The benefits were endless.
I pulled myself back on the bed until my head hit the pillow, and without thinking much about it, I pulled the front of my pants down and revealed my flaccid cock. I wasn't big, but I wasn't small either. I guess I was somewhere in the middle.
"Look" I said, but Brody refused and continued playing. "Brody, I'm serious, look!"
"You're fucking with me!" He snapped, and I could hear the anger in his voice.
"Dude, we're best friends, I'm not fucking with you".
As though it was a trap, Brody turned his head slightly and most likely waited for me to burst into laughter. Instead, I plucked my cock into my hand and lifted it up for him to see. His eyes bulged.
"Told you" I grinned, and shook it at him.
My best friend gawped at me in a way that he never had before. He got shot about three hundred times in the game, but he didn't bat an eyelid, and continued to stare at my junk.
"Y... You're gay, too?" He whispered, a look of overwhelming excitement in his cute eyes.
"Afraid not" I sighed, and his expression changed instantly, and I realised how fucking stupid I was to do this to him.
"Dude I..."
He turned back to the game, but he didn't play it, he simply sat there and I squeezed my eyes shut. Why was I such a fucking idiot? It now looked like I just flashed him my cock to force him to come out to me.
In a split second decision, I did something that I wasn't sure if I'd regret or not. Regardless, I'd made a mistake and I'd hurt my best friend, and something needed to be done about that.
"I'm not gay" I said, "but that doesn't mean we can't fuck around, does it?".
Once again, I had surprised myself. I had expected to feel a little sick by saying the words. I didn't like guys, so there was that, but as I lay there with my dick still in my hand, suddenly the idea of it didn't seem so bad.
He looked back at me, but ignored my dick and started straight into my eyes.
"Is that a joke?" He asked rather sadly, so I pulled my pants and underwear off completely, and lay there half naked.
"Does it look like a joke?"
Brody's mouth fell open as I spread my legs apart and allowed my best friend to take in my privates with his eyes. Maybe if I'd been drunk, I would have had a better excuse for it, but I wasn't drunk, and I didn't have a better excuse.
"I suppose it's better to get a blowjob from someone you trust, first, huh?" I grinned, mindlessly playing with my meat as Brody blinked his eyes.
"Yeah" he nodded.
"Well" I shrugged, my heart slamming in my chest, "come on over and get started".
Brody hesitated. He made to stand up, then stopped himself, and I guessed that he was just nervous, until he relaxed back into his chair and smiled deviously at me.
"So" he smirked, "because I'm gay, I have to be the one to suck your dick?"
I cocked a brow. Did Brody not understand that I was letting him suck my dick?
"That's the problem with you straight guys" he grinned, and I knew that he was joking, yet there was a serious tone to his voice, too. "You think we'll just drop to our knees for you, well you're out of luck, buddy".
I lay there, now feeling a little dumb considering I was almost completely naked, and watched, confused, as Brody pulled his shorts down his legs, followed quickly by his underwear.
I couldn't deny that I was extremely impressed and mildly jealous of the dick that flopped out. I gawped at it.
"You wanna fuck around?" He grinned, "let's fuck around then".
I watched as Brody returned to the game and spread his legs apart.
"I'm waiting" he said, and I couldn't quite believe my eyes, nor my ears.
I wasn't gay! Didn't he understand that?! I was offering my dick to him as an apology for being an asshole. I considered the sentence I'd just said to myself and realised that I'd done it again.
Fuck! I spat inside my head. Brody was right, I had expected him to just... Do it. It wasn't malicious by any means, but I could see now how shitty that had been.
I lay there for a moment and let my mind pour over the idea of sucking a dick. It was just skin after all. Sure, he peed from it, but girls peed from their genitals, too, and I sure as hell wouldn't stop to consider that aspect.
I cocked my head to the side and stared at his dick as he played. It was a nice dick, I couldn't deny it. But could I really suck it? I guess there was only one way to find out.
I slid off the bed, still aware that my cock and balls were hanging out, and sat next to him.
"Sup" he nodded, grinning.
"Shut up" I growled, shoving him in the arm, and he laughed.
"You want me to suck your dick?" I asked, but I was unsure why I'd asked it.
Brody shrugged, but kept his eyes on the tele.
At that moment I realised that it wasn't just Brody who wanted me to do it. I think I'd known since I pulled my own pants down, but now it was obvious. I wanted to suck it.
I didn't say another word. I didn't want to risk making this any more awkward than it already was, so I got to my knees and crawled between my best friend's legs.
Brody lifted the controller, but continued playing the game as I looked directly at his junk.
He was impeccably groomed. He had a small splash of stubble above his thick pole, but his balls and taint were completely smooth. He was uncut, and his foreskin hugged the entire head, except the tip which was visible beneath.
I gulped and took a breath, and when I did, his warm musk filled my nostrils and I felt my own cock twitch. What the fuck had gotten into me?
As my best friend continued to play, I leaned forward, and with one more pleasurable inhale, I took his cock between my thumb and finger, and slipped it into my mouth.
The feeling was explosive. It wasn't just that fact that I was sucking a dick, it was the fact that I was sucking his dick.
I felt him grow between my lips as the light salty flavour spread across my tongue. It was magical, and as he became erect, so did I.
I reached down and grasped my semi-erection. I felt his foreskin slide back to reveal his warm, smooth helmet, and almost instinctively, my tongue began to roll around it and Brody gasped lightly.
Fuck, this was hot.
He hardened even more, and by the time his cock was sliding against the back of my throat, it must have measured over seven inches. My one was less than six, but I didn't care about that now.
With one hand around the base of his shaft, I gave my first ever blowjob, and I had to admit, I was impressed.
Suddenly I wondered why everyone didn't do this? Not only was it extremely arousing, but I was literally controlling my best friend. I licked up the underside and he shivered. I swirled my tongue around his helmet and he groaned. I took his balls in my hand and he whimpered. It was like he was a puppet, and I was the puppet master.
Oddly, Brody didn't seem to realise that.
"Yeah, that's more like it" he grinned, taking his eyes off the game only long enough to smirk at me, "you look much better down there".
"Shut up!" I mumbled onto his cock, and squeezed one of his nuts between my fingers to remind him who was really in control here.
He groaned and laughed, and I continued to suck him off.
There wasn't much more to be said. I choked on my best friend's pole and he played Call of Duty. It should have felt weird, it should have felt gay, but it didn't. It felt like we were just hanging out, like we always did, but now a new element had been added, and I wasn't upset about it.
After fifteen or twenty minutes of constant, wet slurping and sucking, I felt my cock swell in my hand.
"I'm gonna cum!" I whispered, pulling his wet cock from my throat.
He leaned over, grabbed the closest thing to him which was an empty cup, and handed it to me.
"My mom will be pissed if she has to clean cum off my floor" he sniggered, but before he had the words out, I was exploding into the cup, gasping and panting as a brutally powerful orgasm burned through my body.
I returned my attention back to his cock, sucking passionately as my balls emptied, and a few seconds later, Brody dropped the controller on my head, laughed, and held me by the hair as he thrust.
"Oh shit!" He grunted, and my mouth began to fill with his salty load.
I had worried that I would throw up if he came in my mouth, but now that it was happening, I couldn't have been happier. I gulped the stuff down, feeling it coat and soothe my throat after the long blowjob.
Brody moaned a little louder, spraying more sperm into me as my own load continued to drool into the cup, and after a few more seconds he went limp in the chair, and his twitching cock spilled the last of it onto my tongue.
"Holy shit" he said breathlessly as I let it slip out from between my lips.
"Yeah" I gasped, equally as breathless, "holy shit".
I took the cup of spunk and placed it on the desk next to his tele as I reached down for my clothes.
"Wait" he said, his eyes on my butt, "it's pretty hot tonight".
I looked back over at him as he switched the game off and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
"It's like thirty degrees out" I scoffed, already feeling the cold from being naked for so long.
"We can warm up in there" he said, cocking his head toward the bed.
We stared at each other for a moment before a smile lit my face.
"Fine" I shrugged, and pulled my shirt off too, "but only if you drink what's in that cup".
Brody looked at it, then back at me. He shrugged, grabbed it and downed it in one as I gawped.
"What?" He laughed, wiping his lips on the back of his arm, "I was gonna do that anyway"
As the two of us crawled naked under the covers, I couldn't help but think that Brody and I were about to be a lot, lot more than each other's wingman.
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