Our Little Secret - Part 5

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

I stared at him in disbelief. The young man who I had been fantasising about for months. The hottest person I had ever laid eyes on. The guy who I had, up until a few moments before, believed that I’d been speaking to for days, now stood in front of me.

“Troy?!” I gasped, as Dawson stood up straight and gawped at him, too.

“You… You said…”

“I told you to fuck off” the handsome jock shrugged. “What, did you think I was going to agree to this shit in front of all the guys?”

I turned my attention back to Dawson, and he squirmed.

“So, I was offered some free head, and I gotta be honest, I don’t care which one of you guys do it, but I’m a little drunk and a little horny, and I need my dick sucked”.

Nothing made sense. Just a few minutes prior, I was fighting with my best friend for catfishing me, and now the Troy Lawlor was fumbling with his belt. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I wasn’t seeing things, and glanced over at Dawson who looked equally as shocked.

“Let’s go” Troy mumbled, pulling out his cock and lifting his arms. “And if either of you breathe a word of this to anybody, I’ll beat the fucking shit out of you”.

My entire body buzzed with nervous excitement, but I couldn’t move a muscle.

“Go” Dawson said, nudging me, and I managed to take a step forward before looking back at him. “Go” he nodded, “this is what you’ve been wanting, man”.

I could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t upset, exactly, but the disappointment was obvious.

“I’m getting drenched here” Troy spat, “can you hurry the fuck up, please?”

“What about you?” I asked Dawson, ignoring Troy.

“What about me?” He replied, forcing a smile. “I’ve got some beers at home, remember? Maybe you could drop over when you’re done”.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Troy was everything I had ever wanted. The muscular stud was almost demanding that I suck his cock, and although I could think of very few things I wanted to do more, I shook my head.

“Sorry, man” I sighed, turning back toward him. “I’m sure you’ll find somebody else”.

Troy’s eyes narrowed. His cock remained hanging from his zipper, and although the sight was making my own one stiff, I couldn’t leave my best friend tonight.

“I came all this way in the rain” he growled. “I ain’t leaving until I cum in one of you, so get on your fucking knees and suck my damn cock”.

My heart began to race. Troy was as big as Dawson and I put together, and we stood almost zero chance if push came to shove.

“Sorry” I shrugged, and grabbed Dawson by the arm as we began to walk by Troy. No sooner than we’d reached him, he snatched me by the back of the neck and hissed into my ear.

“Get on your fucking knees, bitch” he snarled.

His grip was strong enough to hurt, and tight enough that no matter how hard I pulled, I remained trapped.

“Hey, get your fucking hands off my boyfriend” Dawson barked, and I watched in slow motion as his fist shot through the air and connected perfectly with Troy’s nose.

The young athlete stumbled backwards, holding his busted nose as blood began to pour through his fingers. My eyes widened as I stared at him, until Dawson grabbed me by the shoulders.

“Run!”

Our shoes splashed through the muddy puddles as we hurtled toward the gate at the end of the scrap yard. I could hear Troy hunting us down and spitting furious words in our direction as we ran for our lives.

“Jump!” Dawson roared, as we reached the steel gate and the two of us leapt over it before Troy crashed into it on the other side.

“I’ll fucking kill you both!” He snarled, trying to reach us through the fence. We both backed away, breathless and exhausted, until Dawson pulled out his phone.

“I think it’s best if we all forget this ever happened” he said, holding his phone out and playing a video of Troy which he’d taken just moments before.

I need my dick sucked, and I don’t care which of you guys do it.

Troy’s face turned pale as he listened to his own voice, before he wiped away more blood and spat in anger.

“Fine” he growled, “fuck you guys”.

“Did you see his face?” Dawson laughed, as we reached his street. “Dude, I thought we were cooked for a moment”.

“We were cooked for a moment” I laughed back, “I can’t believe you punched Troy Lawlor”.

“I can’t believe I punched Troy Lawlor, either” he grinned, and looked down at his knuckles. “What I said back there” he continued, without looking at me, “the boyfriend thing? It just slipped out, man. I didn’t… Well, I just…”

“It’s cool” I smiled, as we walked into the warmth of his house.

Dawson kicked his shoes off, and walked, with wet socks, toward the stairs. “I think I need a shower” he said, and I nodded in agreement and followed behind him.

“Uh… Do you wanna go first?” He asked, as we walked up the stairs.

“We’ve spent the last few days sending each other pictures of our dicks” I scoffed, “I think we’re past the awkward nudity thing, don’t you?”

Dawson laughed awkwardly, and when we stood in his bathroom, he took a deep breath.

“Why didn’t you do it?” He asked, as he peeled his wet t-shirt off. “You’ve wanted Troy’s dick forever”.

I shrugged as I slid my pants down. “I changed my mind” I told him, and couldn’t help but watch as he held his junk and dropped his boxer shorts.

“Good” he grinned, and switched on the shower.

The two of us stood under the warm stream as the bathroom filled with steam. It felt better than I expected it to, and in that moment, I knew I’d made the right decision.

“Here” I said, as Dawson tried to wash his own back. I took the sponge from his hand and slowly massaged it into his flesh as he sighed.

Suds rolled down his body, sliding over his plump ass and falling off as I continued to caress him, and without thinking, I dropped the sponge and took a soft fistful of his ass.

“Damn” he gasped, looking back as I stroked him. His eyes landed on mine, and we stood in silence for a moment until I shoved him backwards and pressed my lips to his.

It had been staring at me all this time. Whilst I was obsessing over Troy, Dawson was right in front of me, and I hadn’t even noticed it until now.

I felt his tongue push into my mouth, and reached between his legs to stroke the thick, soapy cock that I’d been jacking off to for days.

“Fuck!” I laughed, as the two of us crashed out of the shower and onto the floor of the bathroom. Dawson barely even broke the kiss, and suddenly he was running his tongue down my wet body, licking, flicking and lapping, until he took me into the warmth of his mouth.

I groaned in pleasure as I received my first ever blowjob. I watched him as he swirled his tongue around the tip, and plunged deeper until my cock disappeared into his throat. My eyes rolled back, and my toes curled as my best friend sucked me.

We slipped around for a moment, our hands exploring each other as we repositioned, until Dawson’s thick rod pressed against my lips, and his knees pinned me on either side of my head.

“Damn, I’ve been wanting to see you down there for so long” he grinned, rubbing his pre-cum soaked cock head across my lips.

I smirked at him before closing my mouth around his helmet, and moaning in pleasure as the taste of him spread across my tongue.

It was better than I had ever imagined. Feeling his hard cock pushing deeper into my throat made my own one twitch and drool, and in a moment of blind horniness, I shoved him up further, and pushed my tongue into his tight hole.

The warm, ripe scent of his asshole filled my lungs as I licked his ring. It stuck to my face as he gyrated his hips, rubbing his ass over my mouth and nose, and forcing his musk into me. I reached down and grasped my eager cock as it continued, until Dawson reached over, grabbed lotion from a stand, and sent everything else crashing to the floor.

His fingers slipped into me first. I moaned once more, as he ran his fingertips across my sensitive prostate. Each stroke made me shiver with pleasure, and a moment later, Dawson was positioning himself between my legs, and our eyes met as he rubbed his cock against my hole.

“Ready?” He asked, with red cheeks.

“Ready” I nodded, and pulled my ass apart to allow my best friend to enter me.

The pain was quickly overshadowed. Feeling Dawson push deeper into my bowels was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It felt like we were one. Like we were meant to be together, and as his balls began to slap off my ass, I said something that I never expected to hear myself say.

“Maybe we should be boyfriends” I whimpered, as he sped up.

His glassy eyes widened as he continued to fuck me, until a smile spread across his handsome face.

“For real?” He grunted.

“Yeah. For real”.

Dawson moaned out as he sprayed his seed into me, and just as he did, my own cock erupted and shot thick ropes of sperm across my naked, sweaty body.

“How about that beer?” I gasped, as he fell on top of me.

“How about that pizza?” He laughed back, and I smiled to myself as we caught our breath.