Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2019 12:17:17 -0500
From: Jack Case <jcase2a@gmail.com>
Subject: Falling for My Best Friend Chapter 1

This story is loosely based on several people I have met and a variety of
situations I have encountered as a boy and young man. While many of the
encounters actually happened in some manner, my experience didn't end like
the one related here. This story is instead more of a collection of
combined memories that have been revised for a happier ending.

CHAPTER 1

I had met Jake at a comic book store when I was 18 and he was 17. Looking
back, a love of comics was all we had in common. He was an attractive track
athlete in his senior year in high school with dark brown hair, a bright
smile, and the occasional girlfriend. I, on the other hand, was a quiet,
gay college freshman who was more likely to spend the weekend playing
Dungeon & Dragons than going out on a date. I was thin and dark-haired like
Jake, and several times we were mistaken for brothers. My name is Noah.

We were introduced by the comic store owner. Jake had done some drawings
for him which I had always admired. Apparently, I was funny enough, because
before I knew it, we were friends and hanging out quite often. He was a
smart guy, artistic, funny, and incredibly cute. His years of track gave
him a toned body and a muscular butt that was to die for. I was afraid to
tell him I was gay at first, but I soon realized it wouldn't matter to
him. Still, I didn't say anything because the truth was I was falling in
love with him the longer I knew him.

After graduation, he needed to find an apartment as his parents were
separating and moving, and he wanted to stay in the area for a graphics job
he had. As I was looking for a new place to live off campus, I suggested
that we get a place together. Before we knew it, we had moved into a small
apartment with a combined kitchen/ den, and two small bedrooms that sat
across from one another.

We got along well, and did much together - dinner, going to the movies,
having friends over. While I had originally thought it would be great to
live this close to someone I was secretly attracted to, I didn't realize
how intense it could be. Seeing him come out of the shower in just a towel,
his V-shaped back dripping water as he disappeared into his bedroom, was
torture. The mornings he got up late and didn't have time to hide the bulge
of his morning erection as he dashed around the kitchen, typically set me
off for the remainder of the day. I quickly found that living with him
could be torture.

**

Occasionally, Jake would bring home a girl and that always broke my
heart. I wanted him to be happy, so I was always supportive of him and
friendly to the girl, but more often would just make myself scarce. I had
fallen in love with my best friend and there wasn't anything I could do
about it. What bothered me the most was the type of girls he brought
home. They were always cute, but most often very demanding and high
maintenance. Frequently I would hear an evening end in an argument, the
girl chastising Jake for some imagined fault.

One rare evening, he brought home a girl named Heather who was going to
spend the night. I could tell by the surprisingly large bag of stuff she
had brought with her. They had dated for several weeks, and she seemed less
critical of him than most. While he had had other girls over, it was rare
for any of them to be there in the morning. He had once told me that while
he liked sleeping with girls, he slept better alone.

On this night, I stayed in my room the entire time, putting on headphones
so I didn't have to hear them. They seemed to be getting along better than
the past girls, and I wondered if this relationship would work. It was very
late when I realized that I didn't hear them anymore, and had never heard
her leave. Having been locked up in my small room for too long, I decided
to venture out if for nothing more than to pee. Plus, I was curious if she
was still there.

The den was empty, and Jake's bedroom door was closed. I walked quietly to
the bathroom, trying not to disturb them if she was still here. It was when
I closed the bathroom door behind me that I noticed that through the vent
in the bathroom I could hear Jake and Heather in his room. It was faint,
but if I really concentrated, I could make out some sounds and words.

"Ahhh, yes..." came a soft feminine whisper, followed by a giggle, then
"Stop teasing - put it in."

My heart stopped. "Oh hell," I thought, "I can hear them fucking."

I heard their voices muffled, talking over each other, then Jake saying "Do
you want it? Tell me, tell me what you want."

"I want it," came a whisper from Heather.

"Want what? Say it!" demanded Jake.

"Your dick!" she replied, "Your cock inside meeee!" she squealed as he must
have entered her. I could hear grunts and the sounds of their bodies as
they began slapping together, slow at first then harder and faster.

My cock had grown and was now stretching the front of my white briefs. I
knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I pulled my shorts and
underwear down, allowing my cock to spring free. I grasped it, and began
stroking it in time with the sounds of their hot fuck.

"Take my cock, take it!" I heard Jake grunt. Their pace was increasing, as
was the speed of my hand on my cock. My dick felt bigger than ever, swollen
with lust. I wanted to be the one taking his dick. I wanted him to be
talking to me like that.

Heather started to cry out. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum! You're going to
make me cum!"

I heard him grunt, and say the words I longed to hear him say "I'm
cumming!" With that, my own orgasm came upon me quickly and
unexpectedly. Not wanting to make a mess in the bathroom, I pulled my
underwear up from its position tucked under my balls, stretching it over
the head of my cock just in time to catch my cum. I clenched my teeth
together to silence myself, as my cock throbbed five times, relieving thick
sprays of cum each time that slid down my cock, coating my shaft and balls
and soaked through my underwear.

"Oh, shit," I thought, "I have to get out of here before they hear me."

Opening the bathroom door as quietly as I could, I made a silent dash back
to my room, clad only in my soaked briefs that were still stretched around
my swollen erection. I had just closed the door to my room when I heard
someone - I'm not sure who - step out of Jake's room and into the
bathroom. I hope that in their own state, they didn't see me, or notice the
strong smell of cum that I left behind in the bathroom.

Back in the safety of my room, my first thought was to change out of my wet
and sticky underwear. But I couldn't stop thinking of what I heard - Jake
and Heather fucking just feet away from me. My cock throbbed and, never
having quite softened, began to harden again. I climbed back into my bed
and began running my hands up and down the front of my soaked
shorts. Pulling them back, my cock slick with cum slapped against my
stomach. I ran my fingertips through the collected cum and brought my hand
to my mouth. I dropped my finger into my mouth, tasting the strong, pungent
flavor of my cum, imagining that it was Jake's.

Being young, my lust had quickly returned. Reaching down to the pool of
sperm that now coated my balls and shaft, I began to smear it over my dick
like lube, and stroke my cock faster and harder. "Fuck me, Jake" I
whispered through clenched teeth. With that thought, my left hand reached
down to the remaining cum beneath my balls. Gathering as much as I could on
my finger, I pushed down between my legs until I pushed my cum-lubed finger
into my tight, virgin asshole. I could feel the wetness of my cum inside of
my hole, and the thought of it being Jake's cum inside me brought me to
another quick orgasm. "Fuck me!"

Having just cum, I didn't shoot as far as I typically did. Instead, it
mostly came out and slid down my shaft, making my already wet and messy
dick even more so. As I lay there, my heart racing, I thought I heard a
sound just outside my door. Holding my breath, I tried to hear if I had
been discovered. Was it Heather? Was it Jake? Had they figured out I had
been in the bathroom eavesdropping on them? I heard nothing, but remained
still long enough for sleep to overtake me. I don't remember when I fell
asleep, but woke the next morning in still damp underwear with my groin
coated in dried cum.

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