More Than Friends - Part 3

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

Part 3 of 3

Brandon stared at me, and I stared right back. The words seemed to linger in the empty restroom, and not even the thumping music outside the door could get rid of them. What had I done?

“You’re drunk” he finally said, and I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or upset. I watched, still in shock, as Brandon finished cleaning me and pulled my shirt back up my arms.

“Yeah” I nodded, hopping down and buttoning up. I could feel my cheeks blazing and couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Had I just ruined our friendship? I felt sick to my stomach, and the alcohol wasn’t helping, either.

“I think it’s probably time to get you home” he smiled, which settled my nerves slightly. If he was smiling, then perhaps I hadn’t ruined everything. I felt his strong arm drape over my shoulders and allowed him to guide me back into the bustling bar before we finally reached fresh air, and I heaved it into my lungs.

“Sorry about that” I said, as we began walking, “I was fucked up in there”.

Brandon laughed softly. It was a reassuring laugh, and one that made me lean closer to his chest as we continued up the dark street.

“Drink does funny things to people” he told me.

“You can say that again. Did you see that chick?”

“Yeah” he said, “and she saw you face plant the floor!”.

Despite the fact that my nose was still throbbing, I was beginning to see the funny side to the whole thing. We laughed together as we turned the corner.

“My place is that way” I said, cocking my head the other way.

“You think I’m leaving you alone tonight?” He scoffed, and we returned to his house and straight up to his bedroom.

“Thanks” I mumbled, as I lay back on his bed.

“What are friends for?” He smiled, and slowly peeled his shirt over his stunning body. Once again, my mind began to betray me, and as Brandon strolled across his dark bedroom wearing only his jeans, I wondered what lay under them.

Was I turning gay? Had I always been gay? It made no sense. I liked women. Yet, watching him as he undressed was doing something to me. Something that I couldn’t explain. Something that I didn’t want to explain. It felt so good to see him like this, so why did I even need to explain it? Couldn’t I just enjoy it without worrying about labels?

“I’ll give you a ride home in the morning” he said, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down his muscular legs to reveal a pair of crisp white Calvins. Despite the fact that the light was low, I could see the plump bulge at the front. “Sound good to you?”

“Sure” I replied, as Brandon crawled onto the large double bed and flipped onto his back next to me.

“What if it wasn’t the drink?” I blurted, but this time I didn’t care that I’d said it. I wanted to say it.

“What?”

“That thing I said back at the bar” I said, staring up at the ceiling. “What if I meant it?”.

Silence fell between us, broken only by the soft sound of breathing. I could feel him next to me. The warmth of his body radiated toward me, and although I was waiting for the answer that would either make or break me, I felt at peace.

“What if you did?” He replied, and I turned to look at him.

He had his hands clasped behind his head, revealing a spread of underarm hair beneath his thick bicep.

“Would you be pissed?” I asked.

“Pissed?” He smiled, “pissed that my best friend finds me attractive? Oh yeah, I’d be furious”.

There it was again. Best friend. Yes, we were best friends, but I wanted something else.

“What if we were more than friends?” I asked, and his eyes narrowed.

“What if” he whispered, and kissed my forehead, “goodnight, Jake”.

It had taken over an hour before my overactive brain had finally allowed me to fall asleep. I felt stupid and embarrassed, but somewhere deep down, I was glad to have finally expressed my feelings for him. Naturally, when the bedroom lit up the next morning, and my tired eyes opened, I regretted everything from the night before, but only for a moment.

So what? It was all out in the open now, and although I’d humiliated myself, it was done. Brandon would likely distance himself from me, but I’d been honest with him, and there was nothing else I could do.

I turned to see if he’d woken up yet, and found nothing but an empty bed. I sat up, slightly hungover, and rubbed my eyes as the delicious scent of bacon wafted through the bedroom. Moments later, the door opened and Brandon appeared, shirtless, and carrying a plate.

“Hope you’re hungry” he grinned, and sat down next to me before handing me the most amazing breakfast I’d had in months.

“Have you been up long?” I asked, gulping down some orange juice.

“It’s ten in the morning, bro” he laughed, “I’ve been to the gym and the pool”.

“God, you’re a fucking freak” I chuckled, wondering how on earth he did it. I kept quiet about what had happened, but I knew we were both thinking about it, and when Brandon spoke again, there was no escaping it.

“So” he said, and I could hear him smiling, “about last night”.

“I’m sorry” I cringed, setting the plate aside, but refusing to look at him. “I got fucked up, I just…”

“Go on” he grinned.

“I just had to tell you”.

The bed creaked as he leaned over and turned my face toward his. The warm, sweet aroma of fresh sweat filled my lungs as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“I just wanted to hear you say it sober” he whispered, and pressed his lips to mine.

Fireworks exploded inside me as Brandon and I kissed. It wasn’t like the first time. This wasn’t a joke nor was it an innocent gesture to make me feel better. This was different. This was real.

“Are you sure?” I asked, pulling away only slightly, and breathing even harder when he flashed his perfect teeth and ripped his t-shirt over his head.

“Do I look unsure?” He asked, and kissed me again.

A month ago, something like this wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. I’d settled with Cara, and although I hadn’t been happy, I’d been content. Now, however, as Brandon’s tongue pushed into my mouth, and his hands began to strip me of my clothes, I could think of nothing better.

He was rough, yet gentle. As he ripped my t-shirt off and pinned me to the bed, my heart exploded inside me. His fingers trailed my chest, making me gasp as he circled my nipple and ran his other hand down my stomach.

“What about your parents?” I breathed, feeling him reach the waistband of my boxer briefs.

“They’re gone out” he whispered, and touched me in a place that I never expected my best friend to touch me.

I was in heaven. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d felt such excitement from sex. Cara had been almost reluctant, but as Brandon began to squeeze my cock through the fabric, the look in his eyes confirmed that there wasn’t even a shred of reluctance in him.

“Feel good?” He asked, stroking me as I gasped. I nodded intently. It felt more than good. It felt amazing.

He reached down and slid my underwear off. I expected it to feel awkward, just lying there, completely naked on Brandon’s bed, but as he dropped my boxer briefs to the floor and turned his attention back toward me, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

His strong hands parted my legs, and I looked down as he closed his hand around my bare cock and began to pump it. Everything about the situation was better than it had been with Cara, and as Brandon made himself comfortable between my legs, I let Cara slip from my mind for good.

“You don’t have to” I gasped, arching my back as I felt his warm breath over my junk. I was still self conscious about the whole thing, but Brandon grinned at me from below.

“I never thought I’d be looking at you from this angle” he laughed, holding my hard cock up.

“M… Me either” I moaned, but before the words had left my mouth, the most intense, exciting, explosion of euphoria rushed through me.

I looked down to find my cock disappearing into Brandon’s mouth. His warm, moist lips slid further down my shaft, and his tongue slipped across my helmet. I grabbed the bedsheets in my fists as my eyes rolled back.

This was what I’d been missing out on. Finally, after all this time, I was receiving my first ever real blowjob, and it was made all the better by the fact that the one giving it to me, was Brandon.

I lay there, squirming and gasping as he expertly swallowed my rod. Each stroke of his tongue took me closer and closer to orgasm, and my naked body was covered in sweat as he sped up.

The whole thing was becoming overwhelming. Sex before this was dull, boring and awkward. I almost always finished myself off with my hand, and never had I felt anything quite like this. The faster Brandon went, the louder I moaned, until the sounds simply poured from me, and there wasn’t a single thing I could do about it.

“Oh fuck, Brandon” I cried out, my toes curling as he sped up again. “Dude, I… I think I’m gonna cum!”.

He made no effort to stop. Unlike certain people who refused to even watch me cum, Brandon seemed almost eager.

“Bro, I’m gonna cum!” I warned again, because I refused to believe that he would opt to remain on my cock when it happened.

“Oh… Oh… Brandon!”

I couldn’t hold off any longer. A powerful wave of pleasure rippled from my feet all the way through my body. It burned with such passion that I wondered if I’d pass out as I shook and jerked.

I knew I was shooting ropes of cum into his mouth. I could feel my balls swell as he drained me, but he continued to suck and swallow, over and over again, until my entire body fell limp, and Brandon licked me clean.

Neither of us spoke for a moment. I didn’t have the energy to, but Brandon eventually sat back and let my soft cock slip from his mouth. He wiped cum from his chin, sucked his finger and grinned at me before sliding his underwear off.

“Hold still” he smirked, straddling my naked, sweaty chest until his large, beer-can cock hung over my face.

I was too exhausted to do a single thing but lay there as Brandon began to stroke himself. I watched his heavy balls bounce, and his handsome face stiffen with concentration. Part of me wanted to lean up and suck him, like he’d sucked me. Another part of me wanted to feel his long, thick cock push inside me, but I remained in place as he jerked off, until a few minutes later when he gasped.

He aimed his tool toward my face, and I welcomed the first spray of cum as it shot down on me. The warm splashes were almost comforting, and I couldn’t help but run my tongue over my lips as he dumped his load onto every inch of my face. He moaned as I did, and his taste covered my tongue, until finally, he fell off me and the two of us lay there, drained, exhausted and satisfied.

“You look good like that” he laughed breathlessly.

“I feel good like this” I grinned, as his load dripped onto down my cheeks.

“So, what is this, then?” He asked me, and I was done trying to make sense of it all.

“No idea” I smiled, “but I think we’re more than friends now, right?”

“Yeah” he whispered, “I think so”.

Brandon’s lips touched mine once more, and we shared the taste of his sperm as I finally realised what it felt like to be in love.