My Best Friend

Happy Friday folks! 

I've debated whether or not to write this for quite a while, but recently, some of you have asked for true stories. I don't often write true stories, because my imagination rarely lets me, but this is a story that means quite a lot to me. Unlike previous ones, this is entirely factual. Everything you'll read here actually happened, and years on, I still think about it regularly. 

I suppose this was the beginning of my sexual awakening, and I truly couldn't have picked a better person for it to be with. It also continued for a number of years, which, if the interest is there, could lead to more parts. 

So please let me know if this is of interest to you! 

Enjoy! 

All characters are 18+

I knew it from the moment I met him. There was a sweetness about him that I hadn’t found in anybody else before, and the more we came to know each other, the more I realised that I, without fully realising it, was falling in love with my best friend.

David was more cute than handsome. He was a little shorter than me, with short, messy black hair, and deep caramel eyes. His cheeky smile lit his entire face when he’d laugh, and everybody in the town knew him as the youngest of a large, well known family.

I, on the other hand, had spent my childhood moving from place to place, and never really settled down long enough to make real friends. When I first arrived in the town, the local lads decided that they didn’t much like me, and so began months of torment.

I was beaten up, called names, and generally made miserable until one evening there was a knock on my door, and when I opened it, a small group of guys stood there beaming at me.

“Wanna come out?” One of them asked, and I recognised him as David.

From that moment on, the four of us became inseparable. Gone where the days of rushing home from school through back lanes so as to avoid a beating, or spending my weekends in my bedroom, dreadfully bored and desperate for friendship.

As the months turned to years, the bonds that we created became stronger and stronger. I found myself becoming more and more excited at the prospect of hanging out with them, but it was David whom I felt the closest to.

He was popular among all the guys in the town. Even the ones who had bullied me for a while seemed to love him. Everywhere we went, David was treated like a king, and the only thing I could put it down to was the fact that he was so incredibly kind and side splittingly funny. He was the type of guy who could make anybody laugh, and when he laughed, he made everyone laugh even harder. He was never in a bad mood, and even when he was, it lasted only until we met up, and then our day was spent being mischievous little shits.

I could comfortably say that David had become the best friend that I’d ever had. We did everything together, and even when some of the other guys in our friend group got girlfriends and began to stray, we remained close.

Many of our friends were soccer players, but David and I preferred to sit in the stands and cheer them on rather than actually join in. It was during one of these events when we both realised something that had been brewing under the surface for quite some time.

I’d known that I was different for a while. I wasn’t a bad looking lad, so I’d had some girlfriends along the way, but when my friends spoke about girls, I found myself completely unable to relate. I didn’t get the feelings in my stomach that they did. I didn’t become aroused when things became a little spicy, and for the longest time, I was terrified that something was broken inside me.

The only time I ever felt the way the guys did was when I was with David. I don’t know when I realised that, but I knew it was true. Even though I saw him every day, I’d be so excited to knock on his door that my heart would slam hard in my chest. Seeing him smile, seeing him laugh, hell, just seeing him in general was enough to make me melt.

It was a sunny Sunday morning when it happened. All of our friends were on the pitch playing a soccer match, and David and I were in the stands, somewhat bored and eager for the match to finish so we could spend the day doing more interesting things. David pulled out a cigarette and motioned toward a large crate at the end of the soccer pitch where they manually added the scores of the game.

“Wanna go and smoke it?” He asked, with that cheeky smile.

We all smoked at the time. It was the cool thing to do, so without hesitation, David and I scurried from the stands and managed to clamber inside the box without being noticed.

The top of the box was open but it was large enough that we could both fit inside rather comfortably. Being so close to David made me both excited and nervous, but I kept my composure as we shared the cigarette.

“I’m getting so bored of this every weekend” he told me, nodding toward the soccer pitch and taking a drag. “I don’t even like soccer”.

He handed me the cigarette and I put it in my mouth, feeling the slight dampness from his lips. I nodded in agreement.

“There’s not much else to do around here” I sighed, because it was true. The town was small and undeveloped. There was only one shop and very little else.

“Yeah” he mumbled, taking the cigarette back, “I suppose we just have to make our own fun”.

I didn’t realise it at the time, but David was slowly laying the foundations for something that would literally change my life. I never knew that he felt the same way I did. In fact, I still don’t know if he felt the same way I did, but what happened next was a good indicator.

“Have you ever played Nervous?” He asked me, as we sat on the bottom of the crate, side by side.

I knew what the game was. I’d heard some of the guys talking about it before, and describing how they had convinced girls to play it with them. I wasn’t stupid either, hearing David bring it up made me cock a brow. Was he suggesting that we play it?

“I’ve never played it, but I know what it is” I said, taking another drag of the cigarette. David smiled wickedly.

“Wanna play?”

I couldn’t believe my ears or my luck. As much of a joker as David was, he wasn’t the type of guy to mess around about things like that. I froze in place, wondering how on earth I was supposed to answer such a question without giving away my secret, and also wondering if David too had a secret.

I shrugged my shoulders and he nudged me. “Come on, man” he said excitedly, “it’ll be fun”.

When David stubbed the cigarette out, he turned back to me and placed his hand on my knee.

“I’ll go first” he told me, “say nervous when –”

“When I get nervous” I finished, and wanted to tell him that I was already nervous, but that I never wanted him to stop.

Slowly and carefully, David moved his hand up my leg, giggling all the time. It felt like the longest few seconds of my life as I watched him creep closer and closer toward my groin. I was getting hard with each passing second, and I knew that I couldn’t let him get close enough to know that, so with just inches to go, I reluctantly said the word.

“Dude, seriously?” He laughed, pushing me playfully, “you suck at this game!”

“Fuck you” I scoffed back, “now let me try”.

He sat back confidently with his hands around the back of his head. He grinned from ear to ear as I placed my hand on his knee and began.

“I never lose this game” he told me, and I cocked a brow.

“You’ve played before?”

His cheeks turned red instantly and he motioned for me to continue instead of answering the question. I found it rather strange, but I was also eager to see how far David would go.

I moved my hand further up his leg, just as he had done to me. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants, and I could feel the warmth of his body beneath them as I moved closer and closer, and closer.

“Dude, I’m on your dick” I laughed, keeping my hand in place over his junk and becoming so hard in my own pants that I was sure that I’d cum.

“Are you nervous?” He laughed, and I shook my head. “Well keep going until one of us gets nervous then” he told me, and I almost whimpered with excitement.

I wasn’t sure what to do next. How could I get any further without David thinking that I was a complete and utter homo? I stopped for a moment to work it out, and then without saying a word, David grabbed his t-shirt and lifted it up to reveal a smooth, slightly muscular torso.

“Does that make it easier?” He asked, and I nodded mindlessly.

His body was perfect. I could see where his abs were beginning to grow, and below his belly button, the waistband was almost begging me to enter. I took a deep breath, let out a laugh to ensure that he knew that this was all just a game, and slowly fingered my way inside my best friend’s pants.

“Nervous yet?” I asked, almost hearing my heart thump in my chest.

“I told you” he said confidently, “I never lose this game”.

I shivered with excitement. I could feel his boxer briefs against my fingers now. The soft, warm fabric which concealed the one thing that I realised I wanted more than anything else. I could have spent time groping my best friend over his underwear, but I had become hungry for him.

I pushed my fingers into his underwear and felt the soft warmth of his skin as I travelled further. I’d never touched anybody like this before, and I was sweating nervously as I went lower and lower, and finally felt the base of his flaccid cock.

Part of me was disappointed that I hadn’t made him as hard as he had made me. I wanted the arousal to be mutual, but David was as soft as a noodle, and when I touched his dick, we stared at each other.

“Nervous?” I asked, and he studied me for a moment.

“Are you?” He replied, and I had no answer for him, either.

I pushed my hand a little deeper until my fingers were able to take his cock into my hand. He wasn’t huge, but I didn’t care. Finally, after dreaming about a moment like this, I had my best friend’s dick in my hand.

“Just say the word” I teased, as though I was only doing this to win a game.

David bit down on his lip and shook his head with a breathy laugh. “No chance”.

I took the opportunity. With my free hand, I pulled the front of his pants down, and much to my surprise, he let me. He sat there with his limp cock exposed, and his sagging balls bunched up over his waistband, and shrugged his shoulders.

“I told you I don’t lose” he grinned, and allowed me to gaze upon his beautiful junk.

“Alright” I eventually laughed, “you win”.

David pulled his pants up after a moment, and not a second too soon. Two heads appeared over the top of the crate.

“What are you two doing?” One of our other friends asked, and David picked up the stubbed out cigarette butt.

“Alright, well come on, we’re going over to the shed”.

The two guys ran off and David and I stood up. Our friendship had changed over the course of that hour, and when David spoke again, I knew it wasn’t the last intimate moment that we’d share.

“Darragh lasted way longer than you” he told me, as he scrambled out of the crate, and I gawped as I followed.

“You… You did that with Darragh?!”

Darragh was another friend of ours. The same friend, in fact, who had just told us to hurry up, and whilst I wasn’t as in love with him as I was with David, I couldn’t deny that he was absolutely beautiful.

“Yeah” he shrugged as we walked, “we do it all the time. We don’t even call it Nervous anymore, we just make each other cum”.

The words made my ears ring. Part of me was jealous that they’d been playing with each other without me knowing, but the other part of me was more excited than I had ever been before.

“He’s staying over in my place this Friday” David continued, “you should come”.

“Come or cum?” I asked with a grin, and David looked back with that cheeky smile once more.

“Both”.