MY BEST FRIEND BRENT 1

In my experience, high school downright…sucks. And when you’re a smart teen in the Science and Technology Program in one of the best high schools in the country, high school sucks even more. And in general, the eleventh grade, you guessed it, sucks. But then the one thing that makes high school worth while, is the friends I get to meet within those years. As a junior, I’ve pretty much made all the friends I’m going to make in high school, and I’m very happy with all of them. I don’t really intend on staying lifelong friends with any of them because when I move to Boston, I want to be able to live my life as the gay man I am. But for now, I’m enjoying these years. But just because I’m not out, doesn’t mean I haven’t had my share of boys to pine over. And I guess I’m good looking. I don’t really care that much, but I’ve had my share of girls that have hit on me and tried to cop a feel at dances. I’m half Mexican and half white, so I ended up looking more Italian than anything. I’m not very tall at 5’8” and have a swimmers build. My hair is wavy and kind of short, kind of long, in a way that I still have bangs down to my eyebrows. And the one guy that tops the list of guys I gawk at, is none other than my best friend Brent Donovan. He’s generally the first classmate I see in the morning, and the last image I see when I jack off. J We’ve had the same homeroom every year and I love being able to sit right next to, or behind him so I can enjoy seeing his smile and admiring his body. He’s not very tall, about 5’6”, a very nice build from wrestling and baseball. He’s not extremely muscley, but he’s very well defined. He has the most gorgeous and alluring set of eyes I’ve ever seen. One is most of the time a very light blue that can almost seem silver, and the other is a very light green that can be light blue sometimes. He has a huge smile that just makes me melt every time I see it. His hair is extremely sexy to me, and is brown and somewhat shaggy but its not long at all. He has a long set of bangs that drop near his eyebrows and then a wild set of hair that is actually quite short. And one thing I can not ignore at all….he has the sexiest ass I have ever seen on a guy. It’s a gorgeous bubble but that pivots magically when he walks, and its always snug against his jeans. Mmm…melt in your mouth delicious. And Brent is just the most adorable guy I’ve ever met. He can get grumpy over small stuff at times and put a cute little five year old grunt on his face that I always point out to him and laugh at. *sigh*….So anyways…lets get on with the story…

One morning I was begrudgingly trudging through the school to my homeroom class. As I came down the stairs, I turned the corner to reach my AP Computer Programming class down the hall. I entered and went to the back of the class, where I saw Brent spread out on his desk with his head lying on his keyboard (neither Brent nor I are morning people.) I managed to say hey before plopping into my own sleep position, as Brent grunted out an indecipherable, “Huga,” which I am guessing was a ‘hey.’ In about five minutes I came to my senses as the morning announcements played. Seeing Brent right next to me, leaning to the right which displayed is sweet left butt cheek to me, I had no other option than to give him a swift kick in the ass.

“OW!” Brent yelled as he jumped up in his seat.

“It slipped,” I said back with a giggle.

He turned and gave me a sly smile as he turned on his computer. After our teacher was done giving us our assignments for the day, Brent and I both turned to each other knowing that we wouldn’t actually do the work that day, since our teacher just gives us due dates and counts on our responsibility to get them done in time.

“Man….I’m so tired of everything right now…I feel so dumb…,” said Brent.

“Ok…Brent…shut up. I hate it when you say crap like that. You’re talking in such generics and sound…..yes, dumb,” as I chuckled.

“Ha…ha…,” he said sarcastically. “I’m being serious. I can’t get any of my work done because of baseball and I just keep getting more behind in school. Did you know I have a D in all my classes except for this and PE.?” Brent then put on his signature frown and I didn’t know whether to laugh in his face, or hold him in my arms.

“Brent, it’s all going to be fine. You get like this every year at about the same time. But in the end you always pull it all together, and get a decent GPA,” as I leaned on one elbow and stared at Brent with as reassuring a look as I could muster. “And I’ve always offered to help you out if you need it.”

“Whatever. I’m just stupid. I can face it,” Brent said as he turned his face away from me. Was that a tear? No, it couldn’t be.

“Brent don’t say that! You know you’re not stupid. If you were stupid you wouldn’t be in Science and Tech.” I stopped to ponder for a moment. “Ok. That’s it, no matter what you say, I’m gonna help you.” Brent began to protest before I cut him off. “I know you have too much foolish pride to say yes. But I don’t really care. I’m gonna come over today to play ‘Halo’. After that, we’re gonna do homework and I’ll be there in case you have any…problems. Ok?” I was hoping this ploy would work and get past Brent’s idiotic pride.

“….fine. Whatever. But don’t you dare think you’re tutoring me,” he said with a slight tinge of a smile on his face. Obviously he wasn’t so objected to this idea after all.

We continued the class period in happiness and jest. For the rest of the day, I was very excited for after school with Brent. I’ve been to his house many times before, but every single time I was nervous and excited. Why you ask? Well whenever I go to his house, the first thing he does is change, and he sometimes does that right in front of me (though he never takes off his boxers to my chagrin), and when we play video games, we lay on his bed to do so. So naturally, I would be excited to get to be near my personal sex god. 5^th period I was looking for one of my best friends Joanna who is the only person that knows I’m gay. Looking around the lunchroom I found her and told her to come with me to the library.

“Joanna! I’m going over Brent’s today!” I exclaimed with pure joy.

“Oh my god Sal, get over it! I came here thinking it was something important,” she said with smile on her face. “Honestly though, stop gawking at him if you’re not going to do anything about it. Even though he’s straight, you’re his best friend and I think you owe it to him to be honest.”

I kind of stood there dumbstruck since all that caught me off guard. “Umm…yea. It’s pretty easy for you to say that Jo. You don’t have to worry about the guy you liked hating you afterwards. Brent could never talk to me again after I told him. Don’t talk about what you have no clue what you’re talking about!” At this point I was pretty close to being furious.

“Listen Sal, while I may not know what Brent’s reaction would be, neither do you. Brent doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that would be angry at you being gay. And you’re right I don’t know what it’s like to potentially have the guy I like hate me after I tell him, but that’s something you have to deal with and should face head on. You’re going to have to be in a situation like this sooner or later.” I always hated how wise Joanna was….

“…whatever. I might…I guess.” I didn’t want to look at Joanna’s face because I knew she’d look extremely accomplished in herself. I heard her start laughing and started to walk away, but not before flipping her the friendly finger.

The rest of the day all I could think about was what I was going to say to Brent in his bedroom. I was so caught up in after school, that I forgot I had seventh period with Brent. As I entered the classroom I was bombarded with a tackle from behind, automatically knowing that it was Brent’s hard body pressed against mine. I turned and smiled as he flashed me a goofy face that made me laugh. All through AP Physics, I stared at Brent as I pretended I was asleep, with my head turned to the side. He was two rows over, so I wasn’t afraid of him noticing me. However while I was staring at his ass as he bent over to pick up his pencil, he turned his head and happened to notice me staring at his ass. I began to blush and pretend like I was picking something up off the floor. Oh and something I forgot to mention, I can blush the brightest red you’d ever see on a face. So its very hard for me to hope no one notices my blushing, so I generally try to hide when I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. About fifteen minutes before class ended, a piece of paper hit me in the head, when I was actually attempting to take a nap. I picked the crumpled up paper off the floor and unfurled it to see Brent’s handwriting. “Are you gonna meet me at my house, or do you wanna drive with me right over there?” I scribbled “I’ll cum with ya,” on the piece of paper. Of course I purposefully wrote ‘cum’ instead of ‘come’ to see Brent’s reaction. He looked over and put a half grimace half smile on his face and mouthed “You wish.” I often enjoy slight gay humor with Brent, but I make sure not to do it often since it might be too obvious.

When eighth period ended I rushed out to Brent’s locker to make sure I caught him in time. I turns out I got there 5 minutes before he did, and he was somewhat surprised to see me there.

“Hey..” he said with a quizzical look on his face.

“Hey. I wanted to make sure I got here in time.” I didn’t want to sound too enthusiastic so I made sure to look around as I talked.

I stood beside him as he was looking in his locker. When he knelt to get books, his head was extremely close to my crotch. I felt so hot for him right at that moment, and just wanted to rub my bulge in his face…Of course I didn’t do that.

He looked up for a moment and seemed embarrassed to have my dick in his face like that. He stood up very quickly and sounded frazzled as he said “Ok. Time to go!”

I followed him to his car and was happy to have the beautiful view of Brent’s ass snug in his jeans. As we drove in his car, we had our usual arguments over music, him wanting to listen to Metallica, me wanting to listen to Taking Back Sunday. As annoyed as I make myself sound and him too, we both enjoy our fights that make us sound like an old married couple.

When we were about a block from his house, he finally said “You know Sal…I really am thankful for you doing this for me. You’re my best friend and the only person I know that would do this for me.” He seemed genuinely thankful and had such a gigantic smile on his face.

“No problem Brent…I’m happy to do it.” It was at that moment, I knew I was in love with him.

So when we went in the house he motioned that we were going to go upstairs. At this point my heart was beating slightly fast, knowing that he was going to change. As we entered his bedroom, I sat down on his bed as he went to his dresser.

Brent looked at me for a moment and said “You know, you can leave the room if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Not being an idiot, I said “What? Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not afraid to see your bubble but Brent,” I said as I chuckled. I often joked about Brent’s ass, which he knew was a very nice butt.

“Har, har….” said Brent sarcastically.

After he pulled his clothes out to wear, he began to undress. First to go was the shirt. As soon as I saw his well toned chest and abs, I could feel my breathing becoming erratic. He wasn’t really paying attention to me, but oh man was I paying attention to him. When he started to unbutton his pants, it was like time was moving twice as slow and I could analyze every move Brent made. He unbuttoned his jeans, and then took the zipper down. Maybe it was just me, but it seemed like he did it agonizingly slow. Soon the jeans were below his knees and he was stepping out of them, to be left only in his white boxer briefs.

“I don’t feel too clean from gym, so I need to change out of these boxers. Now you might actually want to leave,” he suggested. I wasn’t sure how to react to this. Should I leave so he wouldn’t think I was weird or should I stay so I can get to see the prize I so desire?

“Believe it or not, your balls don’t have that big an impact on my life,” I said as I laughed. At that point I lied back on his bed, resting on my elbows. He just laughed and proceeded to take off his boxers. What I saw was the most beautiful set of cock and balls I have ever seen. It wasn’t large or small, but perfect. He was about three inches soft, and had nice, soft, and straight pubes above his dick. His balls were slightly glazed in hair and hung low. He noticed me looking and I quickly turned away.

“What? As if anyone wouldn‘t look?” I said to him, because honestly even a straight guy would take a peak. Then he put on a new pair of boxer briefs and just laughed it off.

When he got into his gym shorts and tee, he turned on the TV and X-Box, jumped on the bed, and handed a controller to me. For about 2 hours, we were playing Halo which is pretty much Brent’s favorite game. We were spread out, side by side on his bed. My legs would occasionally brush up against his, just so I could get to feel the light coating of hair on his legs. After he creamed me at Halo, we decided to get to homework. He was doing History homework, and I knew I was going to end up helping him since I opted to be in Advanced Placement US History. After seeing him grimace, I decided to help him. He was getting frustrated over not being able to memorize the important dates in World War II. He ended up throwing the textbook across the room in frustration. He dropped his head into his arms, and it seemed like he was crying. This wasn’t extremely unusual for me, since I’ve seen Brent cry twice before, both due to family deaths. This time, however, it was different because we were so intimately close to each other on that bed, and there was no way I could pretend I didn’t notice. So I decided to attempt to comfort him. I patted him on the back and he just kept on weeping. Seeing him cry hurt me so much, it felt as if I was the one that was crying. I felt like it was my duty to ease Brent’s pain, so I wrapped my arms around him. I felt him tense for a moment, but I didn’t care. I had to make him feel better, so I just gripped him tighter. He relaxed and wept in my arms and eventually rested his head on my shoulders. To him, this was definitely just a moment of comfort that he so needed. For me, this was me being able to hold the man I love in my arms. When he stopped crying I could feel that he was tense again, after receiving the comfort he needed, he now must’ve felt awkward being in my arms. I began to pull away slowly as he pushed away slowly. He looked at me and mustered a soft “Thanks,” before looking away with a flushed face. I got up to get his book and somehow came up with this speech:

“Listen Brent, I know this may seem hard. But you’re a really smart guy and I know you can do this. If you weren’t smart you wouldn’t be in S&T and you surely wouldn’t be in so many accelerated classes. Now I’m here to help you with your study habits, because I know the only thing that is getting in the way of you learning, is your frustration. And…hugging you was one way that I knew how to get you calm. And now that you know I’m here to help you and console you, lets get back to that World War 2.” At that, he laughed a bit, and I did too.

After an hour, Brent was making great headway with history, and he was getting excited with just how easily he memorized the facts. I had complete faith in him and knew it would all work out. We decided to call it a night at 10 o’clock. I definitely didn’t want to have to make Brent drive me home so late, so I called my mother to tell her I was spending the night. Brent was always cool with me staying over, and his parents never cared since they basically saw me as their second son. After watching some late night TV, we decided to go to bed. When he got under the covers, I did too. He looked over at me like I was crazy.

“What? I’m tired of sleeping on the floor. Just suck it up, and bunk up.” He just put a ‘whatever’ look on his face and I laughed it off. Under the covers he took off his shirt and then I felt more movement under the covers. Then I turned to see him throwing a pair of underwear on the floor. My eyes shot wide open in shock. He turned and laughed saying, “Hey, I’m not gonna change my sleeping habits just because you’re in here. And I get wood in the morning, so watch out.”

I began melting with desire. I immediately popped a boner, all 7 inches of it. I decided to strip out of my shirt and shorts, leaving my boxers on since I’m not as willing to be naked in front of him. As we lay in bed I began thinking about whether or not I should tell him my feelings. He’s been my best friend for a long time, and we’ve gone through a lot of hardships together, so I know I can trust him. But can I trust him enough to not be pissed at me. I’ve heard him say how grossed out he was with the thought of having sex with a man, and how he just doesn’t see how anyone would want to. But I don’t think I can live with these secrets anymore.

I turned on my side to face the back of Brent. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to do, so I just acted. I wrapped my left arm around his chest and pushed my right arm underneath his side to wrap around him. He woke up immediately and said “What do you think you’re doing?” I told him “You needed comfort earlier, well I need it now.” He began to protest and said exclamations like “ew!” and “ugh!” but he eventually gave in. I pulled his body against mine, and I was fighting to keep my dick flaccid, which I was luckily able to do. It felt so right to just lay like that with Brent in my arms, and I wanted to stay like that forever. I rested my head in the nook of his shoulder, clasped my arms over his chest, and brought my legs to match his; thus we were in a perfect spoon position. I began to circle my fingers across his chest and trace the contours of his pecs and abs. I’m guessing he woke up as he grabbed my hand.

Then he said “Dude…that’s kinda gay.” as he gave a chuckle. I felt like this was the perfect moment to tell him how I feel.

“Brent…” I said with a sigh.

“What’s up dude?” Brent said with a sleepy voice.

“I…” I didn’t exactly know what to say to him, or how to put my feelings into words. “We’ve been best friends for what seems like forever. I’ve gotten to know you better than anyone else in the world. I love you so much and am really thankful to have you in my life.”

“uh…I feel the same dude. You know you’re my best bud.”

“Yeah….Well I’ve gotten to know you so well, and know everything about you. I know all your different smiles and mannerisms, hopes and dreams, and of course favorite video games.” This made both Brent and I laugh. “And even though I know exactly how you would feel about this…” I paused for a moment. “I don’t know exactly how it happened…but I fell in love with you.” I automatically felt him tense up so I pushed on. “You’re the first guy I’ve ever felt this way for, since I would never feel like this for a guy!” I lied. “And I really hope you don’t hate me now since your friendship means the world to me. I just didn’t want to keep any secrets from you.”

Brent felt really tense at that moment, and I began wishing I could take back everything I just said to him. Wanting to turn back time, or at least to be obliterated from the face of the earth.

“…I’m not a faggot.” Brent said, with a sound of anger in his voice.

“I know your not Brent! I’m sorry! I’m not either though, but somehow I developed these feelings for you…” I was feeling really desperate and just wished I could wake up from this nightmare.

“So what was this? Just a plan to get in bed with me? To get your faggoty hands all over me?” I could tell he felt betrayed more than anything else.

“No Brent! I swear! This is totally innocent, its just I didn’t want to lie to you anymore. You’re so important to me…I love you.”

“OK! JUST LET ME FUCKING THINK FOR A MINUTE!!” he said as he pushed my hands off his chest. I was beginning to cry silently, but my weeps could most definitely be felt from Brent. “..Sal…Are you crying?” I sniffled. “Listen…I’m sorry I yelled at you.” He then turned around and faced me. He pulled up my chin to revealing my tear-stained face. “I’m really sorry I yelled at you like that, you know how much you mean to me. Its just you caught me really off guard with that gay stuff…” He grunted. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound insensitive again. But…ok, I understand that you’re…in love with me. It’s just going to take some getting used to is all. And I really don’t want you to feel bad about telling me the truth. I feel like such an ass for saying that stuff to you. You probably feel really confused, and I just reacted to you like a complete fuckwad.” He then grabbed my hands and put our foreheads together.

I looked into his eyes and felt so safe with him. He was the one person that knew me through and through. I couldn’t help what I did next.

I leaned forward and touched my lips to his. He froze automatically. I immediately realized my mistake and pulled back, and began crying again.

“….Sal?….Sal please, stop crying. It’s ok, I’m fine.” No matter what he said, I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t believe that the man I dreamed about nonstop didn’t think of me the same way, and I kept on betraying his trust. I felt like I wanted to just crawl into a hole and die.
“Sal, come on… Please stop crying…”

“I hate myself! I betrayed you by not telling you, then when you trusted me I betrayed you AGAIN by kissing you. I don’t deserve anyone to love me, nonetheless you! I just wish I would…” and I was interrupted with Brent’s lips pressed against mine. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I tensed up in shock that Brent was actually kissing me. He pulled away and started to talk.

“Now if you just…” I then was the one that interrupted him with a kiss. However I had 4 years of pent up passion behind my lips. I didn’t wait to brush my tongue past his lips and grind my lips into his. I was purely lustful in my actions. My passion began to stretch beyond my lips and throughout the rest of my body. As soon as I began to pull his body against mine and grind my crotch into his, that’s when he pulled away. “Ok Sal…that’s enough.” He had to catch his breath for a moment. “I kissed you just so that you could stop crying. I didn’t really mean for it to get into a full grope fest.” He said this with a reassuring smile on his face.

I was somewhat embarrassed. “oh…s…sorry, Brent. I just couldn’t really resist myself.” My mind began to think a mile a minute, and I had tons of questions for him. “Brent… I want to know how you feel about me. And why you were so willing to kiss me and accept my kiss.”

“well…I told you I’m not gay. But I love you more than anyone, so I figured I could try to make you feel better with the kiss. I accepted yours because…in all honesty it felt pretty damn good. And why not show you how much I love you.” At that he gave me a sweet and short kiss. Then he brushed hair out of my eyes.

“Brent…” I said. Then I leaned forward and kiss him. This one not as lustful as my last kiss, but sweet, soft, and long. I wanted to share all of my love with Brent. And I wanted to see if he was willing.

I wrapped my arms around him yet again and pulled his body tight against mine. Our crotches were pressed against each other and he could definitely feel my hard cock pressed against his soft one. As we kissed, I brought my left arm down to his ass and gave it a squeeze. Brent moaned and I thought that was an ‘ok go’.

“Sal,” he said as he pulled his lips from mine. “I’m not so sure I want to do this.”

I decided to give him some encouragement as I reach in between us and gave his slowly hardening cock a squeeze. The moan that escaped his lips was all I needed to know I could continue.

I turned Brent on his back and mounted him, to spread kisses all over his chest. I lightly licked his left nipple, before beginning to have a full make out session with it. Nibbling gently before turning to the right nipple and doing the same. I had to shush Brent a couple times to keep his moaning under control. After I spent a while on his nipples, I decided to travel down his chest and abs. I paused when I was met face to face with the cock of my dreams. Now it was fully hard, standing mast at about 6.5 inches. It smelled perfect, looked perfect, and I was shaking slightly at the anticipation of getting his hot cock in my mouth.

I bent down and gave his head a small lick, which elicited a moan and shudder from Brent, as I gazed into his eyes for a moment. I then turned my attention back to his perfect cock. I wrapped my lips around the tip and proceeded to travel down his cock. I managed to get most of it in my mouth and didn’t want to try to much on my first blowjob. I started bobbing my head up and down his cock, using my tongue to lather along as I went. I made sure not to scrape my teeth, and I had great suction. As his moans became more frequent and he began to run his hands in my hair, I was overcome with lust. I stopped sucking his cock, and start jacking it off, as I licked his balls. I felt completely lost in his ball sack, rolling one in my mouth, and doing the same to the other. Then I lifted his legs up to his chest and was met with his beautiful rosebud. I licked my lips and dove in for the meal. I lapped at the opening for a while, enjoying his sweet and shockingly clean taste. Then I decided to go for the kill and shaped my tongue like a spear and pushed through his anus. He grunted loudly and was soon whimpering for more. After about five minutes, he said in a pleading voice, “please suck me…” I didn’t have to be told twice. I went back to his cock and sucked as hard and fast on his cock as I could.

“I’m cumming!” he groaned. I just increased my suction and kept at it. I could feel his balls tighten up and his cock get even stiffer. Soon his head was swelling and cum was surging through his cock and into my mouth. The taste was better than I could imagine, being somewhat bitter but extremely sweet. I swallowed every single bit, and when he was done, I came off his cock and kept licking it until it was soft again. I crawled back up the bed and lied on my side facing Brent. I had a big smile on my face, and Brent had a look of euphoria on his.

“Wow…that was…..amazing,” he said, in between breaths. He grabbed me and brought my head to his heaving chest, as we were both exhausted and ready for sleep. “I love you Brent. I’m not gay and have never been attracted to guys before, but I think I’d do anything for you. I don’t really feel like talking about this now, but who knows what this will be…”

“I love you too Brent,” I said as I rested my hand on his crotch. Not in a sexual manner, but just for…comfort. He gave me a kiss on my forehead and held me in his arms as we fell asleep.