The Boy of My Dreams

All characters are 18+

The hardest thing about having a crush on your straight best friend is knowing that nothing you ever do will be enough to change your relationship, and even trying could ruin everything.

It was like some sort of cruel joke. He was indescribably beautiful. Painfully kind. Generous in every way. Funny. Confident, and all of those other things that made up Cole Masterson. And he was straight, and there was nothing in the world that I could do to change that.

We'd been friends for longer than either of us could remember. We'd been through everything together and knew everything about each other, or most things, anyway.

How could I tell him? How could I risk ruining everything just to be honest with the boy of my dreams? He was perfect, and I was nothing in comparison. He was popular, where I had always been the victim. He had countless friends, and I had him. We weren't the same, and even though he had always maintained our friendship, I knew that telling him would end it all.

To top it all off, Cole was the most open person I had ever known. Being naked didn't bother him, and it had no reason to bother him. He was as perfect downstairs as he was upstairs, though I was usually too terrified to look for fear that he would realise my horrible secret.

He was also one of those guys who seemed so comfortable in his own sexuality, that acting a little gay was no big deal to him. He refused to sleep in separate beds whenever we stayed over together, and would go as far as spooning me to sleep. It was all a joke to him, but feeling his strong arms around me and his thick thighs pushing up against mine, almost always left me with an insatiable erection that lasted through the night.

Being friends with Cole Masterson was as amazing as it was awful. At eighteen, I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it, but eventually we both found out.

"God damn you look hot, Zach" he grinned, as I sheepishly stepped out of the bathroom with a towel tightly wrapped around my waist.

"Shut up" I mumbled, hurrying toward his bed where I'd left my bag, "I thought you were downstairs".

"I was" he told me, laying next to my bag and smiling widely, "but I wanted to come up and catch a glimpse of your big dick". He reached forward and jokingly tugged at the towel before I jumped back.

"Give me the bag" I sighed, as he pulled it out of reach.

"Drop the towel and I will" he smirked, his beautiful brown eyes sparkling with deviousness.

"Cole, I'm not playing" I told him sternly, "give me the bag".

"Drop. The. Towel".

The two of us stared at each other. With any other person, I would have laughed the whole thing off, but my burning desire for my best friend meant that every little joke he told, hurt more than he could ever know. Did he even realise how much I wanted to drop that fucking towel and pounce on him?

He chuckled to himself and threw the bag at me, and I caught it one handed and returned to the bathroom to dress. This is what I meant. I was so incredibly tired of having to pretend that I didn't want him, when he was so incredibly intent on forcing me to.

"Now that's a nice ass" he teased, standing in the doorway as I stood half naked.

"Cole for fuck's sake, man" I snapped, holding my t-shirt over my junk as I turned to him, "can you give me some privacy?"

He cocked a brow, and, realising I was serious, his expression changed.

"Oh, sorry man" he said, "I'm just fucking with you".

"I know" I sighed, "just... Just give me a moment".

He smiled apologetically and returned to the room, and when I dressed and followed him, he turned to me and grabbed my shoulders.

"Are you gay?" He asked, his face stern and his eyes narrow.

"W... What? I... No! I... Of course I'm not gay!"

He didn't believe me. I could tell by his eyes that he knew I was lying. My face began to burn red, and Cole could see right through me. How the hell did he know?

He continued to glare at me as I squirmed in his strong grasp. I felt my insides churn, and even though I was supposed to be staying at his place for the weekend, I wanted to leave, immediately.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that?" He asked, and before I had time to think of a response, Cole leaned forward and our lips pressed together.

It didn't feel real for a moment. My brain fired sparks, but my body remained completely stiff as my closest friend on the planet kissed me. It was a joke. It had to be a joke, but this was the furthest Cole had ever gone with his comedy.

I couldn't let myself enjoy it. The pain of him laughing when he pulled away would be too much, but the longer the warm, wet kiss continued, the more my body loosened up, and the more bizarre the whole thing felt.

Finally, after the longest and strangest few seconds of my life, Cole leaned back, but kept his hands on my shoulders.

"Are you gay?"

He wasn't laughing. He wasn't even smiling. Cole watched me intently, his tongue sliding across his upper lip slowly, seductively.

I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't lie to my best friend. Not after this.

"Yes"

His shoulders dropped. I knew I'd disappoint him with the truth, but what else could I do? I was tired of playing games. I was tired of pretending that I found him funny when he'd compliment my body, or joke about sucking his dick. I was tired of it all, because I wanted it so badly that I was exhausted.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, keeping his eyes on mine, "we're best friends".

"Because of this" I told him, "I knew how you'd react".

"Did you?"

His hands moved down my arms, but it was just another joke. Another cruel form of torment that he didn't even realise he was doing.

"Stop it, Cole" I groaned, "I can't do this anymore".

"Say it" he breathed, his hands continuing down my arms and over my chest, "tell me what you want".

I felt tears brew in my eyes, but my body reacted to his beautiful touch and my pants began to tent.

"Just say it" he whispered in my ear, the scent of him pouring into me as he fingered the bottom of my t-shirt and began sliding it up my body.

"Oh god" I whimpered, giving up on trying to work out what this was all about. "I want you".

"Good" he hissed, "because I want you, too".

My shirt fell to the floor, his did, too, and he wrapped his strong arms around me once more, dragging me into a kiss that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

Was this really happening? Could it be possible that this wasn't a joke? His tongue plunged into my mouth, but I was too shocked to do anything but allow it.

He was strong. Holy shit, he was so strong. He spun me around, and we fell together onto the bed. His hands slid into my pants, and my eyes widened as he reached my crotch and felt for my hard-on.

"Please" I gasped, unsure what I was pleading for, "don't do this if you're fucking with me, Cole. Please".

He stopped, and I waited with bated breath. He sat up, his perfect eyes on me again, and a handsome smile crossed his face.

"I was never fucking with you, Zach. Never".

My pants slid down my legs, my underwear followed, and my hard cock slapped against my smooth groin. I had no time to revel in the admission, my brain was too busy exploding.

He slipped out of his own pants, leaving us both naked and aroused. My leg hooked around his muscular body, my heel pressing against his firm, full butt, and Cole kissed me deeper than he had before.

I felt his member against mine. He dwarfed me in size, and as his helmet slid across my shaft, his pre-cum drooled out and drenched me.

"I love you, Zach" he breathed frantically, sliding back and forth across my pole, "I've always loved you".

"Fuck" I managed, thrusting my hips and grinding against him as our breath became entwined and lost together, "I love you, too!"

Our lips returned to each other, but Cole pulled away a moment later and ran his tongue down my neck. It sent shivers through me, and I watched the curve of his spine until it reached his rounded ass which continued to jerk against me.

Further down he went, his hungry, wet tongue sliding down my pec, toying with my eager nipple, biting and teasing it, making me gasp and moan with pleasured excitement, and further again.

My hands curled through his black hair, my legs wrapped over his shoulders, and I found myself barely able to breathe as Cole took my cock into his mouth and swallowed me with ease.

"Oh my god!" I moaned, squeezing, "oh Cole!"

He slurped on me. His tongue danced across my shaft, lapping at my balls, playing with me like I was a toy for his sexual entertainment. I wanted to be his toy. I needed it.

He slid further again. His tongue pushed inside of me, his kissed my virgin ring like it was a lover, and I let out a shattered breath that broke away as cum gushed from my cock, untouched, but wet with his saliva.

It poured from me. My pole twitched and sent ribbons of the stuff dancing into my bellybutton. My young body clenched and tensed, heaved and gasped, and finally, it was over, and I lay there, breathless and in wondrous awe as the man I loved stood up and smiled.

"I... I won't tell anybody" I mouthed, my body still tingling with excitement, "I promise".

He leaned back down, ran his tongue from the base of my balls, all the way up my cock, forcing me to whimper again, and continued until his lips closed around my warm flesh, and he sucked my load into his mouth, swallowing deeply.

"Good" he said, standing back up and sucking cum from his thumb, "because I want to be the one to tell the world that I've finally gotten the boy of my dreams".