Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 15:01:14 -0500
From: Sexyinaf . <sexyinaf@gmail.com>
Subject: The Best Present Dad Can Give Ch. 4

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The drive to Trey's seemed like it was an hour, even though I knew it was
only a five minute drive. When I finally drove into his driveway and parked
the car, I realized that I was shaking. I knew that I had no rational
reason to be shaking though, since Trey was my longtime best friend. I was
just being dumb. Trey always told me when he broke up with one of his
girlfriends (though he couldn't stay in a long-term relationship if his
life depended on it).

Taking a deep breath, I got out of the car and rang his doorbell. Seconds
later, the door opened with a smiling Trey behind it. "Hey Nicolae!"

Nicolae was my full first name. It is the name I prefer to go by. There are
some who call me Nick (not that I hate it or anything, I just liked Nicolae
better), like my father, Rachel, and a few adults (such as teachers), but
the majority of people call me Nicolae. I don't correct them if they call
me Nick though. Like I said, not a big deal.

Trey was drop dead gorgeous and he knew it. He was 6'2" (the same height as
my father, oddly enough) and had a tan, athletic body (which makes sense
since he loves spending time outdoors and working out). He had amazing
chocolate brown hair and olive green eyes. Trey could honestly walk into
any modeling agency and be hired on the spot, that's how great he looked.

He stepped aside and I went in, taking my shoes off by the door. When I
finished taking my shoes off, I turned to face Trey and was immediately
captured into his embrace. It took me off guard, though I should have
expected it. I wrapped my arms around him, too.

Ever since I met him when I was three years old, I would always receive
hugs from him. Trey hugs other people too, just not nearly as often as he
hugs me. He would once in a while give his family members or other friends
a hug, and he will hug a person back if someone else initiates a hug, but
that is about it for other people. I, on the other hand, would receive hugs
from Trey all the time. People that don't know us that well would often
raise an eyebrow at the frequency and duration of our hugs, but people that
have known us for a while don't even bat an eye about it. Like I said, it
was just kind of expected.

After a minute or so, he broke the hug and the grin returned. "So you have
something you need to tell me, do you? I'm just dying to hear it. I'm
wondering if it has something to do with why you're not hanging out with me
that much anymore."

A twinge of guilt went through me and it must have showed on my face
because it made him laugh a deep laugh that matched his deep, bass voice.
"Just giving you a hard time, Nicolae. Let's go into the living room, that
way we don't have to stand in the doorway. Don't worry, my parents aren't
home" he said, as if I was going to tell him a big secret.

As I followed him into the living room, I couldn't help but admire his
behind. With the exception of my father's cock, Trey's ass was probably my
most favorite object. I swear to God, God must have spent a full week
sculpting that ass. Even my father's ass, which I love dearly, doesn't
compare to his buttocks. Then again, nobody else's butt comes close to
Trey's.

As we entered the living room, he motioned me to take a seat on his leather
couch, and then he took a seat on the other side once I sat down. He turned
to face me. "Okay. Spill it." What a Trey-like thing to say.

"Rachel dumped me."

"She what?!"

"Did you go hard of hearing all of a sudden? She dumped me!" I was being an
asshole, but it was better than crying again.

"That bitch. I bet she doesn't even realize that you are the best thing
that will ever happen to her. What happened?"

"She called me before we were supposed to meet up this afternoon and told
me that it was over. She told me I was not the one. She didn't even have
the guts to do it in person."

"What a cunt." You knew Trey was pissed when he calls a girl a cunt.

"So is there anything else you need to tell me" Trey asked, changing the
subject.

I became confused. "No. Why?"

He shrugged. "You know I'm always here for you, right? No matter what. That
you can tell me anything, right?"

I gave him a weird look. "Yeah. Why?"

"So you are sure you don't have anything to tell me?"

This was getting weird. "Yes. What would there be to tell?"

A look of pain and frustration came onto his face. "I see."

"What? You see what?"

"You don't trust me."

Confusion and panic filled me. Was I not telling him something? I couldn't
think of anything that I was keeping from Trey. I told him everything. What
wasn't I telling him? I told him everything except...NO! Once I figured it
out, I immediately turned deep red.

"And the light bulb finally turns on." Clearly he knew when I figured it
out by the blush that crept up my neck and into my face.

"How do you know about that?"

"How do I know about what? You haven't told me anything yet."

I felt embarrassed, like someone who got caught pissing their pants, which
I came close to doing when I figured it out. "How did you know about my
father?"

"What about your father? You haven't told me anything about your father?"

I glared at him. "You aren't going to make this easy on me, are you?"

"Nope. It is your punishment for not telling me in the first place. But I
will help you out a bit, since you are my best friend. Just finish the
sentence. Oh and by the way, I don't want any vague, wishy-washy answers,
either. Make sure it is clear, that way I couldn't possibly mistake what
you are saying. Now, 'I haven't been around much for the last several weeks
because I was busy...' fill in the blank."

I took a deep breath. "I haven't been around much for the last several
weeks because I was busy being with my father."

"That was too vague. That could mean just about anything. Make it clear and
to the point. Make it so I know exactly what you are saying."

"You know what I'm saying."

"Nope, completely clueless", he lied. "Try it again."

I took another deep breath, trying to prepare myself for the confession. It
was a hard confession to make. "I haven't been around much for the last
several weeks because I was busy having sex with my father." Once I
confessed it, it seemed like an air has been lifted. One I wasn't
completely aware of until now.

I was rewarded with a grin from Trey. "See. That wasn't so hard, now was
it?"

Anger crept through me. "What do you mean it wasn't hard? I just told you
my biggest secret that is considered completely taboo and you think it
wasn't hard?"

He sighed. "That doesn't matter. You should have known you could have told
me about it. Instead, you refused to tell me about it until I pried it out
of you."

"You mean it doesn't bother you?"

"Absolutely not. I just want you to be happy, Nicolae."

"I wanted to tell you." I was getting close to having tears. "But I didn't
know how. I was afraid of what you might think of me."

He crossed the couch and closed the distance between us with a hug.
"Nicolae. My poor Nicolae. You are a complete idiot."

"Hey!" I tried to pull away but he held me tightly in his embrace. I wasn't
a weakling or anything, but Trey was just so strong that I couldn't get
away if I tried, so I just gave up and continued to hug him.

"Nicolae, have I ever given you any reason to think that you couldn't trust
me? There isn't anything you could say or do that would make me think less
of you. It is just not possible. You have always been the most important
person in my life and nothing will ever change that."

I didn't know what to say to that, but I was instantly comforted. I knew he
would always be my best friend. He was right. I should have told him.
Curiosity suddenly struck me. "How did you know, by the way? I didn't say
anything that would have given it away."

"Let me explain it to you mathematically." Trey loved math. It was his
favorite subject and his abilities never ceased to amaze the teachers, and
me for that matter. "You are completely obvious when checking people out,
no matter how hard you try to hide it. You have been making googly-eyes at
your father since you hit puberty. He, in response to this, pretty much
flaunted his body at you, loving the attention he was receiving. Shortly
after you turned eighteen, with the exception of school, you stopped
wanting to hang out with your girlfriend and friends, insisting that you
needed to get home. This continued for the past several weeks. So what does
'x' equal? 'X' equals 'duh', of course. I could have figured that one out
even before Algebra."

Okay, his explanation was not mathematical, with the exception of the 'x'
equals thing. Was I really that obvious? I wonder if anyone else figured it
out. "Do you think anyone else caught on?"

"I doubt it...no scratch that, I bet a million to one that the twins
figured it out. You know they won't care either, though. Don't worry,
nobody besides us, I'm sure. I bet even Rachel is completely clueless on
the matter."

The "twins", Cody and Collin, were the remainder of our group. They
transferred into our school in fifth grade and instantly became friends
with us. They are both bisexual, though Cody is more open about it than
Collin. The twins are obsessed with Trey and I, for a lack of a better
term. To be technical, Cody was obsessed with me and Collin was obsessed
with Trey. It was a little weird when we first figured that out, but it
doesn't bother us anymore since they are both kind-hearted and fun people.

"What do you mean it's obvious when I'm checking someone out?"

"I think the statement speaks for itself."

"I am NOT obvious!"

"So you weren't checking out my ass as we were walking into the living
room?"

My cheeks became flushed and I had a "oh shit!" moment. I couldn't deny it,
so I just chose to say nothing.

"I actually like that you notice me. Some parts more than others." He
grinned, and then his face sobered up. "Which actually I was gonna ask you
something." He suddenly looked anxious.

"What?"

"I was wondering if you would give me a blowjob."

Any trace of embarrassment I had had was gone. Anger quickly replaced it.
"So you automatically assume that because I checked you out and that I suck
my father's dick that I would suck your dick?"

He looked panicked. "Whoa, Nicolae, wait a minute..."

I decided to interrupt him. "You think that because you can get just about
any girl in school to blow you that it would be okay to assume that your
best friend would too." He opened his mouth to interrupt, but I quickly
continued. "You probably thought 'oh, since he was perverted enough to blow
his old man, he must be perverted enough to blow me since I am a stud with
a hot piece of ass. Anybody would be lucky to get asked to suck my cock.'"
The anger increased more and more as I talked. I knew I was being moody but
that was just the kind of day I was having.

"No, I..."

"I'm out of here."

I got up and quickly walked to the door with a desperate Trey following me.
He was talking, but I chose to ignore him. I went to put on my shoes and
when I got them on and stood straight up Trey embraced me, but I pushed him
with such fury that it actually shoved him against the wall. "Don't fucking
touch me! I'm not a fucking toy! I'm not one of the sluts you always have
around you that you use and discard!"

He looked hurt and on the verge of tears, something I have never seen on
Trey's face before. "Nicolae, it is not like that. Nicolae...Nicky..."

The use of my childhood nickname that he hasn't used since middle school
brought a jolt through my body. A flashback (or just a distant memory),
went through my head.

I was back at my sixth birthday party. I was surrounded by my friends and a
big birthday cake that my mother had made was set on the table. Young Trey
was sitting next to me and asked, "Hey Nicky, what are you gonna get for a
present?" I replied that I did not know. My mother (whom I loved dearly)
said, "Guess you're just going to have to wait and see, huh, Nicky?" (She
must have thought it was cute). As soon as she said it, the room (filled
with five and six year olds, mind you) fell silent. "Don't call me that!
Only Trey can call me that!" I screamed at my mother, who didn't know any
better. All my other friends had known that rule already. My poor mother
didn't and she got a hurt look on her face. Young Trey, being only six
years old at the time, was not aware of my mother's hurt feelings, but
grinned when I told her that he was the only one who could call me Nicky.
That was the only time I ever yelled at my mother, who died when I was nine.

Snapping back into the present, and slightly disturbed by the random
memory, I simply whispered a goodbye to Trey and headed out the door and
into my car. It's funny how weird memories come back to you all of a sudden.

The telephone was ringing off the hook when I got inside my house. I looked
at the Caller ID and saw that it was Trey, so I ignored it. I just wanted
this day to be over. My cell phone started vibrating in my pocket and I
took it out to see who it was. No surprise there. It was Trey. Again, I
ignored him.

I decided to call it an early night (I can't believe I'm going to bed at
eight o'clock). What a terrible day I had. Being dumped by Rachel, having
my father leave me until Friday (it was Sunday), and getting into a fight
with my best friend who thought that I was a cock slut that he could use as
his own personal toy. Is it possible to just sleep until Friday when my
father got home? Knowing the answer was no, I set my alarm clock and went
to bed.

I didn't want to get up when the alarm clock went off, but I did anyways. I
took my shower and brushed my teeth and headed off to school.

When I got to school, I bumped into Rachel in the hallway.

"Hey Nick."

I knew what she wanted. "Hey. I'm not ready to go through the whole 'we can
still be friends' thing so it will have to wait."

Luckily, she backed off. "Okay. We'll talk when you're ready."

I nodded. "Thank you."

She gave a small smile and was gone. "Nicolae!" someone called. I turned
around and found that the twins, Cody and Collin, were approaching.

The twins were easily the most attractive students in the school (with the
exception of the butthole, Trey). They were completely identical, looking
more than just similar. It seemed that no one could tell them apart. Even
their parents were mistaken half the time. As a matter of fact, the only
two people in the world to be able to tell them apart with one hundred
percent accuracy is Trey and I, which never ceases to amaze them. They
would purposely try to fool us by acting like the other, or going into the
bathroom and switching clothes before coming back out. Each attempt, of
course, failed miserably. Neither Trey nor I were ever fooled for a second.

They were both 5'11" with a thin, but athletic, body. You wouldn't know
they were bisexual by looking at them. They both had unruly blonde hair
that seemed to fall into all the right places. Their most attractive, and
simply amazing, body features were their eyes. They were teal. Others may
have some wishy-washy teal-like eyes, but none of the others came close to
the purity of their teal eyes. Their eyes were my favorite pairs of eyes to
look into.

Cody, who was always happy to see me, had a big grin on his face. They may
have identical looks and tastes, but their personalities were a little
different. Cody was the more aggressive and blunt of the two, while Collin
simply was laidback and kept to himself. Other than that, they were two
peas in a pod, and each other's best friend.

"Where is Trey?" Collin asked.

"Hopefully in a corner rotting somewhere."

Both of them stared in disbelief at me with their beautiful eyes. "What's
wrong? Are you guys fighting? You guys never fight?"

"I know" was all I said.

They both looked so worried, especially Cody. I went and wrapped my arms
around him and held him in my embrace. "Are you okay?" Cody asked.

"I will be."

As I was holding Cody, I saw Trey approaching, which caused my body to
tense up. "I need to go."

"Let me go with you."

I shook my head. "You stay with your brother." I met eyes with Collin. I
didn't have to ask Collin if he was staying. He would always be on Trey's
side, just as Cody would always be on mine. Not that Collin and I weren't
friends. We were great friends. He just preferred Trey's company over mine,
which I would never hold against him.

Cody opened his mouth to protest, but I interrupted him, "Please".

He gave me a forlorn look and I walked away.

"Hey, Nicolae, wait!" I heard Trey call.

I ignored him. I was not ready to deal with him. Not sure if I ever wanted
to deal with him again.

It pretty much continued like that throughout the day. I would receive
worried looks from Cody, and Trey would try talking to me, and I would
continue to ignore him.

When lunch came around, I was put into a difficult situation that shouldn't
have been so difficult. The difficult situation was finding a table to sit
at. I glanced around the cafeteria for an empty table and couldn't find
one. Shit. I found the table I would normally be sitting at, which included
Trey, Cody, and Collin, but I didn't want to be forced into a conversation
with them so I didn't go sit by them. Luckily, they didn't notice me yet. I
continued walking through the tables.

"I know it is none of my business, but it looks like you don't want to sit
by Trey for some reason. You are welcome to sit with us."

I jumped and nearly spilt the food that was on my tray. I looked for the
familiar voice to find Rachel with her flock of friends. They all stared at
me. Knowing Rachel, she told every last one of them that we broke up. I
simply just shook my head. I wasn't that desperate.

As I continued perusing the cafeteria for a table to sit at, my eyes fell
on someone who was sitting by himself. It was Rhett. No big surprise there.

Honestly, I did not know Rhett at all. Nobody here did, actually. He
transferred here last year from another high school and kept to himself,
not talking to anyone.

Rhett had pure black hair, like mine. He was really short, around 5'3",
give or take an inch. He also had an adorable baby face. He could easily
pass for a freshman, though I knew he was already 18. He had silver eyes
and when he smiled (which seemed to be rarely), it was very cute.

I went up to his table and sat down. "Hi, mind if I sit with you?"

Rhett just looked up and blinked at me, so I repeated the question. "No, I
don't," he replied, "but I am wondering why you are sitting with me and not
with the remainder of the 'god clique'."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You don't know that people call you guys that? I thought that was just
common knowledge. Everyone calls you, Trey, Cody, and Collin gods, thus
giving your group the name the 'god clique'".

"What, why?"

He gave an annoyed sigh, "Because all of you are so perfect! Perfect
grades, perfect behavior, perfect looks and body, everyone loves you guys,
which is why you guys are considered gods."

He continued eating, though I wasn't going to let it slide. "I'm not
perfect."

"Remind me again who is the ringleader of the 'god clique', who was crowned
Homecoming King, and who has perfect grades and attendance?"

"It is true that I have perfect grades and attendance, and for some reason
I became Homecoming King, but I am not the ringleader of the so-called 'god
clique'. If there is any leader, it would be Trey."

"Bullshit. Trey may be the most social person in the group, but that group
can't even function properly without you. I mean seriously, look at them".

I snuck a glance over there and they all had small frowns on their faces.
Nobody was talking. There just seemed to be an awkward silence and, much to
my horror, they simultaneously seemed to sense that I was watching them so
they all turned and looked at me at the same time. Creepy!

"See", was all Rhett said.

"Enough about me. I want to hear about you. Tell me everything."

He looked confused. "Why? Because I don't have any friends and you pity me."

"No. Because you seem like a decent person that no one has bothered giving
a chance and I would absolutely hate myself if I never got to know you.
Especially with graduation only months away."

He actually blushed with the small compliment I gave him. "Alright. What do
you want to know?"

We continued chatting the remainder of the lunch period, and I was
delighted to find that the once vapid Rhett could actually become animated
and grin that cute grin of his. As I talked with him, I couldn't help not
hating myself a little bit for not talking to him once since he moved here.
I actually found that I liked him. I was right on my assumption of him
being a decent person.

When he looked at the time, he looked extremely disappointed that the lunch
hour was now over. "I guess it ends now" he said, mournfully.

"For today anyway. I want to have lunch with you again tomorrow if that is
alright with you."

His face immediately lit up. "Yeah. Definitely."

We parted ways, and I continued my boring day of school. School was such a
drag.

When I got home, I noticed that I had five missed calls. Each one from
Trey. He just needs to give up, already.

I continued the routine of ignoring my friends and Rachel throughout the
week. I also continued eating lunch with Rhett, finding that I was enjoying
his company more and more every day. I gave him my phone number and told
him we needed to hang out once in a while, and that he should call or drop
by my house if he ever wanted to hang. He seemed delighted by the
invitation.

When I got home Thursday afternoon, I checked my cell phone for missed
calls. I had eight missed calls. Seven were from Trey and one was from my
father. One of those people I could not ignore. I called my father.

"Hey Dad!"

"Nick, honey, how is things? I'm surprised I never got a call from you this
week."

I couldn't hide things from my father. I told him everything.

"You mean he asked you for a blowjob and now you won't talk to him?"

"Yeah. Can you believe that?"

"I can't believe you would do that to him."

I stared in shock at the phone. "Huh?"

"Nick, Trey is your best friend, and you are his best friend. He felt
comfortable enough asking you to take it to another level. Not only did you
decline him, which he probably would have been fine with if that's how you
felt, but you completely abandoned him. It is not uncommon for friends to
want to experiment with each other. I can't believe you reacted like that.
It should have been a yes or no ordeal, not a goodbye one."

"I can't let him use me like that. I know how he just uses and discards
girls."

"You are different, Nick. It will be different if you tried it, that I
promise you. He wouldn't do that to you."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know how he truly feels about you. He loves you, Nick. I'm not
sure on what level or the intensity of it, but that much is certain. He
doesn't love those women he gets blowjobs from. Don't even compare yourself
to them. You just need to make things right with him."

I realized he was right. Thinking back, Trey has always been there for me.
He doesn't think of me as a mouth to be used like he does some girls. It
was no secret that Trey loves blowjobs as much as the act of sex itself. He
thinks of me as a friend who he wants to explore new things with. I felt
guilty and terrible. How could I treat my best friend like that?

"You're right, Dad. As usual. I'm just going to tell him that I can't do
those things with him since I'm with you."

He was silent on the other end. "Dad?"

"So if it wasn't for me, you would probably try it out?"

"I don't know. I guess."

"Nick, if you want to do it, do it."

"But I can't cheat on you..."

"You won't be cheating on me. Nick, relationships don't always have to be
monogamous. Just because you go and have sex with someone else, doesn't
mean you are cheating on me. It is only cheating if a couple sets down
rules saying they can only be with each other, or they try hiding it from
their partner. We never set down such rules, nor have we hid anything from
each other so it won't be considered cheating. If you decide to be with
Trey, it won't diminish our relationship in any way. I can promise you
that."

"Alright."

"So are you going to do it with Trey?"

"Only if it comes up and I want to."

"Good. That is exactly the answer that I wanted to hear." I could tell he
was grinning. Who would have thought my father would be completely fine
with me having sex with others. "And Nick, it is not limited to Trey.
Anytime a situation like that occurs, just do what you want to do. The only
way I will get upset is if you don't do what you want to do. Does that make
sense?"

"Yeah."

"But I need to go, Nick. I will see you when you get home from school
tomorrow."

"Okay. I love you."

"Not nearly as much as I love you." He hung up.

I took a deep breath. How was I going to make things up to Trey? I wasn't
entirely certain whether I was going to go new places with Trey or not,
assuming he still wanted to. I wasn't going to lie to myself. When I wasn't
fantasizing of being with a woman or my father, the twins, or Rhett (I
blushed to myself since I have had fantasies about him for the last couple
of days. He never really hit my radar before Monday.), I was fantasizing
about Trey. Blowing Trey, fucking Trey, being fucked by Trey, you name it,
I've thought about it. First of all though, I just needed to worry about
making things right between us again.

The doorbell rang.

I wonder who it was. It was probably Rhett, who seemed thrilled to have a
new person to hang out with. My problems with Trey were just going to have
to wait for now.

I opened the door to see who it was, expecting to see Rhett. To my shock,
it was Trey.

"No, it is not Rhett. It's me." He actually scowled. Then, instantly, his
mood changed back to the desperation that has been going on since Sunday.
"Nicolae, please hear me out this time. I need to talk to you."

I opened the door wider. "Wipe your feet." When he just blinked at me,
confused, I rephrased. "Come in."

A look of relief crossed his face. He came in, and wiped his feet. I hid
back a laugh. When I told him to wipe his feet, he took me literally when I
just meant it as an expression to come in.

We just stood in the doorway for a minute or so in silence, awkwardly
staring at each other. He finally broke the silence.

"Look Nicolae, it might be easy for you to replace me with this Rhett kid,
but I don't have that luxury. You are irreplaceable."

Oh my gosh. He was jealous of Rhett. I should have seen this coming. By
ignoring him and making a new friend, he thought I was replacing him.

"I'm not replacing you, Trey. I just made a new friend."

The look of relief mixed with a scowl was humorous. "Well, you are his new
best friend, anyways. The kid's infatuated with you too, by the way."

"He is not. He is just a little lonely because he doesn't know how to
initiate conversations and nobody until now bothered talking to him."

"That might be the case, but I know puppy love when I see it." He remained
quiet for a short minute. "Nicolae, I am sorry about what happened between
us. Please..."

I interrupted him by closing the distance between us with a hug. He stopped
talking. "Don't say another word, Trey. I am the one who should be sorry. I
was being a moody jerk and I ended up taking it out on you because we had a
misunderstanding. Can we just forget about it?"

He held me tighter. "I want that more than anything. Oh Nicolae, I haven't
slept for days. This was the worst week of my life."

"It was the second worst week of my life." I didn't need to bother
explaining to him what the worst one was. The week of my mother's death. He
was there for me the whole time when it happened. This week did have a
couple of ups to it though. The beginning was incredible, when I had had
lots and lots of sex with my father. Becoming friends with Rhett was also a
plus.

I pulled away from the hug and smiled up at him. "Do you have time to hang
out with me for a little while?"

He grinned back at me. "I always have time for you, Nicolae."

We walked into my living and I flipped the television on. A movie that we
both liked had just started playing so we sat down on the couch. Trey
patted his lap. I knew what he meant.

I lied down so my feet were on the other side of the couch and I rested my
head on his lap. He was wearing gym shorts so I could feel that he was
wearing boxers underneath.

We watched the movie in this position. Trey reached down and began stroking
my hair. He knew that I loved having it stroked, seeing Rachel do it
numerous times. He never actually did it himself though. I liked it, so I
decided to not comment on it.

When a commercial break was on, I turned my head to look at Trey. Trey was
watching the commercial and didn't seem to notice that I was watching him.
I pivoted my head so that my face was now inches away from his cock...which
I could see was semi-erect through his thin gym shorts.

I knew when Trey noticed when I was looking at his cock because I could
feel his whole body tense up. I looked up and saw that he was blushing.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

"It's alright." Now was the perfect opportunity. "Trey, do you still want
to do that thing we mentioned on Sunday?"

"You mean the blowjob thing?" That's what I liked about Trey. He could be
direct and to the point at times when I couldn't.

"Yeah." He gave me a guilty puppy dog look, but nodded.

"Does it have to be a blowjob? Or can we try other things?"

I saw his eyes light up. "I'm open for any suggestions."

"Can we start slow? I mean really, really slow? If one of us gets freaked
out, we could just say 'stop' as a safe word. We can try to resume it later
if it gets to be too much at once."

Excitement came across his face. "Sounds good."

"Let's take our shirts off."

Trey and I have seen each other with our shirts off a thousand times so it
was an easy start point. I began to grab my shirt, but he stopped me. "May
I?"

I blushed and nodded as Trey took my shirt off for me. I grabbed his shirt
and didn't ask, I just slid it over his head.

Trey put his cheek against mine. I could hear his loud breathing. He was
just as excited and nervous as I was. Well, maybe not quite as nervous as
me.

"I'm too nervous to start. I'm counting on you to lead."

He took that as his cue to start. He laid a kiss on my cheek and kissed his
way down my jaw line. He went lower and started laying brief kisses on my
neck. He made his way to my throat, and to my surprise and delight, he
licked his way up my throat. He then gave me a closed kiss on the lips.

He laid a few more kisses on my mouth before prying my mouth open with his
tongue. I let him inside and he began licking his tongue against mine. I
enjoyed the kiss and even started moving my tongue as well, causing our
tongues to dance together.

He pulled away. "Are you okay?" he asked, breathless.

I nodded but held my hand against his chest when he moved in again. "My
turn."

I began laying small kisses all over his face. I had wanted to do this for
a long time so I knew exactly what I wanted to do and I took my time doing
it.

I licked the tip of his nose, which made him laugh. Then I leaned over and
took his earlobe into my mouth and sucked on it. When I released it from my
mouth, I nibbled on it oh so slightly.

I grabbed his hands and lifted him off the couch. He looked confused but I
told him it gave me more access to explore more parts of his body. A grin
crossed his face as I fully studied his body, trying to decide what I want
to do first. This was the first time I was fully able to get a full view of
him in without trying to hide the lust that came with it. I could tell he
loved being checked out by me.

He was very muscular, with well-defined pectorals and abs. My father has
muscles like his but it was hidden behind lots of fur. Trey was smooth. I
decided to remind him about the safe word. "Remember the safe word. I might
get a little out of hand so make sure it is loud and clear if you decide to
use it." Instead of looking worried when I warned him about it getting out
of hand, he grinned, looking more excited. I actually saw his dick twitch
under the gym shorts. Don't worry, my lovely friend's penis, you'll be
loved soon provided that my friend doesn't say a specific word. Penises do
have a mind of their own, after all. I was going to save that for last
though.

I walked up to him and laid my face against his bare chest. I took in a
deep breath and smelled that wonderful masculine scent that belonged to
Trey. It was just as intoxicating as my father's scent, but it was
completely different at the same time. I liked that, though.

Since I was pretty much on his chest, I decided to start there. I backed up
a little bit and just caressed my hands all over his chest, getting to know
his muscles so that one day I will know them perfectly. I loved how the
feel of the smooth skin with hard muscle under it felt on my hands. I
continued playing with his chest as I took his nipple into my mouth. He
groaned as I felt his soft nipple harden as I played with it in my mouth.
Once it was fully erect, I leaned over and gave his other nipple the same
treatment.

When I had been sucking on his second nipple, I had been playing with his
abs with my hands. The muscles felt incredible as I felt the waves of his
eight-pac, when caressing his muscles, vertically descending lower, and
lower...

I played with the hairs that stretched from his belly button to his groin
with my hand as I began kissing him lower and lower, licking the
definitions of his muscles in his abdomen. I kissed his belly button and
kissed the hairy trail going down until I got to his waistband.

I was on my knees looking up at him. The desire in his eyes was so intense,
telling me to continue. I waited a few seconds, just in case it was too
much for him in one night. I really hoped he didn't use the safe word but I
thought I would check and make sure. I continued looking into his olive
green eyes and along with desire, I found impatience. I guess that means I
should commence.

I took a deep breath, my pulse had to have been in the high one hundreds.
Trey was not the only one who was feeling a little impatient. I decided to
lower his gym shorts and boxers at the same time. Lowering both separately
would have been a pain and a waste of time. Both of us wanted my mouth on
his shaft, after all.

Reaching, with trembling fingers, I lowered both shorts and boxers at the
same time. I did not peek even for a millisecond. My eyes were averted so
that I could take it all in one glimpse. When I finally had them down to
his ankles, he talked for the first time since he asked me if I was okay
after making out with me. "You haven't looked yet." He sounded
disappointed. He sounded like he was dying to have me see him.

"I will once you kick the shorts out of the way."

He did as he was told. I closed my eyes as I straightened up on my knees,
like I said, I wanted to take it all in one glimpse. Trey was clearly
bothered that I had closed my eyes while doing so. "You aren't going to
keep your eyes closed the whole time, are you? It is not a hideous cock.
Please open your eyes" begged.

I opened my eyes and I thought my jaw was going to drop to the floor. Trey
was huge! I didn't mean lengthwise. Lengthwise he was like me, a little
above average. It was the fucking girth of the thing. He was fully erect
and it was impressive. My father was longer but thinner than Trey. And
believe me when I say my father was thick. Trey's phallus was just a
monster!

Besides the fact of having a monster girth, Trey's balls were fucking huge
and hung extremely low. Seriously, how do they get that big! How does he
take a shit without having his testicles plopping into the toilet water? I
was happy to see that he kept his pubic hairs trimmed. My father didn't,
and once in a while it would get in the way. My father had offered to trim
but I immediately declined that offer. My dad was a hairy beast all over
(not gross places like the back and upper arms, but in all the right
places), and that was how I wanted him. Trey, on the other hand was not a
hairy beast, so I was glad he kept it trimmed short.

Trey laughed. "I fucking love it! Your expression is incredible! I can't
wait until you taste it! You will have another surprise in store!"

I had no idea what he meant so I asked. "What do you mean?"

"I am not going to say a word. But there is one way to find out" he said
with a wink.

I was definitely curious, though it was going to have to wait. I wanted to
explore him with my hands before I explored him with my mouth.

I reached out and grabbed his large testicles and started massaging them.
He let out a small moan. I reached up and grabbed his thick shaft into my
hand, though it had seemed I could barely wrap my hand around it, I still
managed to do it. I began stroking his cock as I continued massaging his
balls.

After a while, I switched hands. Both hands should get used to these very
intimate body parts of his, after all.

Not being able to wait any longer, I brought my head to his cock and slid
the engorged head of his shaft into my mouth. I knew exactly what he meant
about the taste. It tasted like an unidentified fruit flavor. I released
him from my mouth.

"Hey!" Trey protested.

"Why does it taste like a fruit?"

"You know how much I love fruit." It was true. Trey absolutely loved eating
fruit. He couldn't go a day without eating at least five of some kind of
fruit. His refrigerator at home was stocked with fruit. The guy loved fruit
probably as much as he loves being given blowjobs, possibly more.

"So?" Then it hit me. "You mean that myth about how eating a lot of fruit
will make a guy's semen taste sweet is true!? But that doesn't make sense.
I haven't tasted your semen yet."

"Well, apparently, if your diet consists of lots of fruit over a very long
period of time, it will cause one to have a sweet and fruity dick" he said,
sounding pleased with himself. "But enough talk. The flavor is delicious,
or so I'm told, and none of the girls who have given me head before has
died afterwards, so I don't want to hear any excuses. I just want you to
suck it."

I didn't have to be told twice. I did not return my mouth to the head of
his cock though. I lowered my head and sucked one of his gigantic balls
into my mouth.

"Oh God" Trey whispered.

The ball tasted sweet, too, though it wasn't nearly as distinctive as the
head of his cock. I enjoyed the feeling of having his ball in my mouth for
a little longer then, not wanting to make the other ball jealous, took his
other testicle into my mouth and sucked on that one for a while too.

I could hear Trey above me moaning. I licked my way up his scrotum, which
stretched lower than most due to the massive hanging balls with in it. I
finally reached the bottom of his cock. I licked my way slowly up his cock.

One thing I found interesting was that the farther north I traveled, the
sweeter the cock became. I took him into my mouth for a second time and
suckled on his fat head. Trey loved what I was doing to his lovely penis.
Or at least that's what the sounds he was making indicated.

I decided to take Trey deeper into my mouth. I took, along with his
cockhead, three inches into my mouth. I decided to stop there for now. I
marked the location I stopped at by wrapping my left hand around his cock
at that location.

I decided now was the time to use what my father called my "amazing
cocksucking talents". I began a nice slow rhythm on his phallus, using all
the techniques that I knew my father loved, which included sucking,
licking, and twisting my mouth on his cock all simultaneously. I made lots
of smacking sounds while I did so; knowing sound was a big turn on for men.
I even began moaning, not just for his benefit, but because I enjoyed it so
much. I could do this to his cock for days and not get bored with it.

I took him out of my mouth and rapidly flicked my tongue over his sweet
cockhead, back and forth, then I lowered my mouth back onto his cock and
continued the suck/lick/twist motion I had done to him earlier.

Meanwhile, Trey was moaning so loudly that I wouldn't be surprised if the
neighbors heard us. Fuck the neighbors. If I could give Trey this much
pleasure, it was well worth it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...!!!"

He sure did like moaning "fuck" a lot when he was in deep pleasure. I took
Trey out of my mouth and looked up at him.

"What did you stop for?" he asked in a gasp.

"Am I one of the better ones?" I asked, curious.

"Better cocksuckers, you mean? The others don't compare! I hope you like
blowing me because I don't know what I would do if you decided to never do
it again and I had to have some talentless bimbo blow me."

I smiled up at my best friend. "Well, if you put it that way, how could I
refuse?" I said, taking him back into my mouth. Since I let go of his cock
when I talked to him, I lost the spot I had kept as a marker. Guess it is
time to deep-throat.

My father was longer than Trey so it shouldn't be too big of a problem
getting him all the down. Granted, he was thicker, but that shouldn't hold
me back much, especially since I was getting used to his size.

I continued slowly going lower and lower, inching closer to the base of his
cock. I fought past my gag reflex and after a few more inches, I finally
reached the bottom of his cock.

"Holy shit. You can deep-throat too." Trey whispered in a pleasurable gasp.

I slid my way back up his cock. "Yes, I can" I said in a raspy voice, then
plunged myself back down to the base of his sweet cock.

I continued deep-throating his cock, becoming more and more used to his
thick phallus, going up and down the full length of his shaft faster and
faster. My throat was used to taking in a couple more inches than it was
now since I was used to deep-throating my father. The gag reflex seemed a
distant memory now.

Trey grabbed a hold of my head to stop my fast rhythm, and then pulled his
dick out of my mouth. I let out a whine, similar to how a toddler might
whine if he had his pacifier taken away.

Trey let out a laugh, delighted. "This is undoubtedly the best night of my
life. It is also the best sex I have ever had. I love you, Nicolae."

In response to this proclamation, I went for his cock and slid its
sweetness back into my mouth, and he slid it right back out. "I pulled out
for a reason, Nicolae. If you had continued deep-throating me, I would have
came in your mouth." He must have seen my reaction to this statement,
because he continued with, "Which, judging by your reaction, you would have
loved."

I nodded enthusiastically. Granted the only cum I have ever tasted was my
father's, but I absolutely loved it, and I loved it when he came in my
mouth, so I could assume it would be the same situation with Trey.

"You can seriously take all of my cock in your mouth, at any speed, without
it hurting you, can't you?"

"Well not at first, but now I can since I am now more familiar with it."

To my surprise, he grabbed my head and slowly started stroking his penis
against my face. "You like this, don't you?" He continued the slow,
rhythmic pace against my face and I could feel the warmth of his precum
ooze onto my face, only to have the precum rubbed into my skin with his
cock. Unable to speak words at the moment, I simply nodded. He smiled. "You
have no idea how big of a turn on that is. Since you are used to having my
cock in your mouth now, and since I'm desperate for release, I am going to
fuck your face. I need to finish it quickly."

He shoved his delicious cock into my mouth and began fucking my mouth at a
hard and fast pace. Seeing no sign of struggle from me, he continued with
about a dozen more thrusts and then I felt him shoot his warm seed into my
mouth. It tasted sweet as well. Jet after jet poured into my mouth. He has
a lot more semen than my father and I have. I guess that's what happens
when you have massive balls. Still more shot into my mouth and finally it
ceased.

He sat there, in my mouth, for about a minute after, and then he pulled
himself out of my mouth. He then got on his knees and gave me a big hug.
"Nicolae, I love you so very much."

"I love you too, Trey."

We sat like that for a few minutes, and then I realized that Trey was
extremely tired. Some people get like that after an orgasm. Apparently Trey
was one of them. "Do you want to spend the night here?" I asked.

He shook his head and began to reach for my cock. "It is my turn to
pleasure you."

"No." Panic ran through me. "Stop!" He did, though he gave me a confused
look. "That is enough for tonight. We need to go to bed."

We walked to my bedroom, me half naked and Trey completely naked. We didn't
see the point of getting dressed. I was going to have Trey sleep in my bed
while I slept in my father's. A confused look crossed Trey's tired face.
"That bed is too small for both of us to sleep on." I explained the
sleeping arrangements to him. "What? Why can't we sleep together on your
father's bed? He won't care! I want to sleep with you so I can hold you in
my sleep. I just got you back after a week of torment!"

Trey gets whiney when he gets tired, so I agreed. I slipped out of my
pants, wearing just my boxers to bed. Trey stayed completely naked, even
though I had brought him his boxers to slip on. Again he made a fuss, and
again I gave in. We crawled into bed and I turned onto my side. Trey ended
up spooning me from behind. I heard him give a content sigh and seconds
later he was sound asleep. I then fell into a deep sleep myself...

To be continued...