Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:29:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Briar Underwood <briarunderwood@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Best Friend part 1

This is a fictional story containing sex between two teenagers. If this
story is offensive, kindly fuck off. Otherwise, read on.

If you have any questions, comments, or critiques, please send me an email
at briarunderwood@yahoo.com

Pics appreciated :)

My Best Friend
by Briar Underwood.

We weren't BEST friends. We were just...good friends. Derek was on the
football team and the wrestling team. He was a jock, and his best friends
were jocks. At least, that's how I saw it. He looked like a god. Short
brown hair and a soft baby face. He had broad shoulders and bulging
biceps. He didn't have a six pack, but a firm stomach with a firm chest,
all covered with a fine coating of fur.

I wasn't anything. No trophies on my wall, no newspaper articles...I was
just an average guy in high school. I wasn't fat, but I had a bit of a
belly and a bit of body hair. My black hair was never without it's
faux-hawk, and I didn't have facial hair. My looks could be passed off as
mildly attractive, I guess.

"Marcus! You ready?" Derek yelled down the hallway. The last bell had rung
and he was giving me a ride home from school.

"Yeah, just a sec," I told him as he came up to me. "I just gotta get to my
locker and get my physics book. I got a little homework."

"OH, do you mind of I come over tonight?" he asked. "I need help in
physics.  I'm so backed up to last week, and I need to get that done now
before wrestling season starts on Monday."

"Sure," I answered with a smile. "We'll stay up as late as we can to get
that homework done."

As I opened my locker, a big skin colored dildo plopped down from the top
shelf. I picked it up, and it looked like a real dick. There was a condom
on it with the word 'FAG' written on it.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked , and looked around.

Sure enough, I saw a group of jocks snickering and laughing. Among them was
Derek's best friend Aaron. I hated him, even though he looked like Derek's
twin. Unlike Derek, though, Aaron had a short trimmed beard and even bigger
biceps.

"Did you do this?" Derek asked as he walked up to Aaron. He looked pissed
as he stood up for me. I didn't get picked on much, but Derek would always
try to stop the jocks from picking on me.

"Come on Derek, it's just a little fun," Aaron said, slapping Derek's arm
with his hand. "The guy can take it."

"I don't give a shit," said Derek as he stared each of the guys down. "I
asked you to quit it, so fucking stop."

"Whatever, dude." Each of the jocks walked away and Aaron gave me an evil
grin as he walked past me. I shoved the dildo in my bag and slammed my
locker.

I thanked Derek as we walked to his car and drove home with the radio on.
He let me off in front of my house and said he'd come over later tonight,
after he had dinner with his parents.

Derek lived next door, and often slept over when we were younger. His
parents took care of me for a week when my parents went to Cancun for two
weeks. There were some good memories of just playing video games and
watching movies. After Derek made the football team, they hardly hung out
on weekends, let alone slept over at each other 's houses. My mom looked so
happy when I told her Derek was coming over to study.

"I felt like I haven't seen him in years," She said as I helped her clean
the table. "Janet's been saying she hasn't seen you in a long time, either.
I guess boys just grow apart. You let him know he can stay over if he feels
like it, too!"

Just then the doorbell rang, and Derek stepped in. We spent over an hour
going over the homework, and Derek was slowly catching up.  All the stuff
was sprawled out on the floor, and Derek was laying down scribbling
equations. I looked at the mounds his ass made, and drooled over it,
wondering what his ass would taste like; especially after practice. I
sprouted a boner as I though about what his sweaty balls would smell and
taste like. I imagined licking his armpits and tasting every raunchy drop
of his sweat.

"I don't get the force of friction equation," he grumbled as he looked up
at me. "Whoa, I didn't know you liked physics so much."

He was glaring at the erection in my jeans. There was a small wet spot
where the precum had soaked in. I grabbed my backpack, pretending to look
for something so I could cover my embarrassment.

"Oh no, it's just so boring and I started daydreaming and..." I cut off as
I pulled out the dildo. "I forgot I stuffed that in here." It really was
lifelike. It had veins and everything. I pulled off the condom and threw it
in the trashcan next to me. At the base of the cock, there were balls, too.

I guess I was looking at it with so much curiosity, or maybe he was
wondering why I stuffed it in my bag, but Derek looked at me quizzically.
He sat up and looked really serious and I looked up into his stunning hazel
eyes.

"Marcus," he began, " I gotta ask you. About why Aaron and them are picking
on you...is it true? Look don't flip 'cuz I'm asking, I just wanna know. I
don't give a shit, I just wanna know."

I looked up at him with so much love for him as a friend. I was scared out
of my mind to tell him. He was the only one of my friends I could talk to
seriously, and I was keeping such a big secret from him...from everyone.

"I...yeah. Yeah, Derek...it's true. I'm gay."

I felt like the 300 pounds of weight I was carrying on my back had
vanished. Derek looked like I just told him I was from Mars, but he didn't
run screaming from the room. He cleared his throat and smiled at me. He
smiled his sweet smile that could turn anyone's head.

"That's cool," he smiled. "I just wanted to know. I was thinking about it
for so long, and didn't know if I should ask you or not."

"No, it's fine," I said blushing. "I should have told you, I just didn't
really know how you would take it, you know?"

Just then I realized I was still holding the dildo, and I threw it onto the
bed.

"Haha, well I guess you'll be using Aaron's little gift then, huh?"

I rolled my eyes.

"So what were you thinking about when you got your boner?" he asked.

"I...uh...um...."

"Don't lie, come on, I wanna know. Tell me. I tell you everything I'm
thinking, even when you don't give a shit. Just tell me, come on. Why are
you embarrassed? Was it some kinky shit, come on."

"Yeah, well...no it..."

"Oh I knew it, come on. What was it? Who was it?"

I think that's when he knew why I was so embarrassed. It suddenly clicked
in his head.

"It was me wasn't it?" he said with his face looking like he'd seen a
ghost. Then he grinned a sly little grin that showed me a side of him I was
going to see many times to come. "It was me. What were you thinking of,
huh? What was I doing? Was I fucking you? Were you sucking me off? What was
it?"

"It...I was...yeah. I was licking you. All over. Licking your balls, your
ass, your chest, your pits, all of it. That's what I was thinking of," I
spurted out.

"That is so freaking sick," he said smiling. "You are so sick, Marcus.
Fucking sick, you want to lick my ass? That's fucking gross, dude. And my
pits? Fuck, those are so ripe right now, I didn't shower after I got home.
I can't believe you'd do that, dude."

"I'm sorry, Derek," I apologized. "I shouldn't have said that, but you kept
pressuring. Jesus. Yes, I want to lick you...all over. I know you're ripe,
I can kinda smell it now, and it's fucking hot. I'm sorry, but I can't help
it. It just is."

"Fuck, dude. I dunno, dude, that's fucking sick."

"I'm not asking if I can, okay. Can we just drop it? Please? I'm sorry.
Look, you've only got that last problem to do, and you're all caught up."

I noticed then that Derek was rubbing his crotch. He was looking at the
homework with his mouth hanging slightly open.

"You know what?" he asked. "Newton can wait. I think maybe having a gay
best friend could be to my advantage."

Then he looked right into my eyes with so much lust. I could tell this guy
was so horny. Maybe my daydream wasn't so 'sick' after all. He whipped off
his shirt with one smooth motion, and I saw the short hairs of his armpit
glaring at me, and they looked wet.

"You wanna lick my pits, dude? Go for it."

He went to my bed and sat down, and I went to the door to lock it. I turned
around and saw him move the dildo under my bed and lay down with his arms
raised up waiting for me.

"Come on, Marcus, these babies are fucking ripe. I ran out of deodorant
this morning, so this is some rank shit right here."

I walked over without a word and knelt down on the bed next to him. I dove
in for his left pit and took in the scent. He was right and that shit was
the most pungent pit I'd ever smelled. I licked and licked, tasting every
salty drop, savoring the flavor of man. He moaned a bit, and told me to
keep going. I dragged my tongue across his hairs and picked up every bead
of sweat on his left pit before I moved on to the right, where I repeated
the process. When I was done, I knelt up and looked at him in the eyes.

"That felt so fucking good, man," he gasped. "I can't believe you did that,
man. What did it taste like? Fucking nasty, huh?"

"That was exactly what I thought it would be," I told him. "It tasted salty
and tangy. Just like a man is supposed to taste like. I could do that every
fucking day for the rest of my life."

"And I'll let you too, damn that felt good." Derek was rubbing his cock
through his jeans, and then he undid the button and zipper. He pulled down
his pants and boxers and his dick was rock hard. It looked about six and a
half inches, and pretty thick around. "Think you wanna have a go at this,
too?"

"Fuck yeah," I said and went for his balls. They smelled so musky and
manly. And he hadn't even been practicing! I licked each of his balls and
lapped at his crack. He got the message and lifted his legs up so I could
get at his ass. My tongue went for his shithole and found an even muskier
smell. I licked around the hole and relished in the flavors I found there.
I dragged my tongue across his hole and he gasped with pleasure. I
responded with tickling his hole and sent my tongue inward. I found flavors
ten times as good as what was around the hole. I went crazy trying to get
it all out, making Derek moan out how good it felt.

I then went for the main event. I swallowed his cock all at once, taking it
deep into my throat. He thrust into my face and I looked up at him. He had
his mouth in an "OH" and he looked so sexy. I put his hands on my head and
he grabbed my hair and started thrusting. It hurt, and I gagged, but
neither he nor I cared. It was so hot, he barely lasted another two
minutes.

"Can I cum in you, buddy? Can I cum in your mouth? Take it all down for me,
dude."

I moaned my answer and dove down on his dick. He understood and thrust
faster and deeper.

"You're so fucking good, dude. This is so fucking sweet.  Awesome...
Ahhhh...UHH...UHHH...GUHHH!!!!"

Three big spurts of cum hit my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could.
They were followed with smaller spurts and the jizz fell on my tongue. He
pulled out and stroked the rest of the cum out of his dick and onto his
hand. He watched me as I swallowed the rest of it.

"Tastes good, huh?" He licked the cum that was on his hand and swallowed
it. "Yep...that does taste pretty good."

"Fuck, Derek...fuck."

"I know. I'm fucking sleeping over tonight, if you don't mind."

~end part 1~