Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2022 00:28:47 +0800 From: Mister J Author Subject: Best Friends with Benefits Best Friends with Benefits By Mister J Help Nifty continue providing hot erotic stories that get us off for free. Donate at http://donate.nifty.org - - - Description: A closeted tattoo artist and his two straight best friends have known each other since high school, playing basketball together. They are like brothers born from different mothers. He has been pretending to date women while secretly lusting over them for years. But more than a decade later, he's tired of pretending. So, he comes out to them, prepared for the consequences. Would their relationship remain the same as before, or would it change into a different kind? One that he has desired for the longest time. - - - If you enjoyed any of my books, especially if it made you cum, I would love to know. It will inspire me to write more. Send me a message. Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MrGayrotica I have books available on Amazon and Smashwords. Check out Mister J on: - https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mrgayrotica - https://www.amazon.com/Mister-J/e/B08KFVTBLJ See a list of my BOOKS at the BOTTOM. - - - "I'M back bitches. What did I miss?" Richard, my best friend, returned from the bathroom. My other best friend, Todd, and I shifted our legs as he sidled to get back to his seat. The outline of his dick pointing down bulged in front of his gray sweat pants right at my eye level. I pretended to look away. "We're down two and a minute left." "Crap! That's not good." The couch bounced when he plopped next to me. A buzzer sounded on TV. "Finally!" Todd sitting on my other side in a basketball jersey and black denim jeans, reached in the bowl of chips and shoved a handful inside his mouth before leaning back. "It's about time they subbed Jamal back in." We sat in silence as the tense game resumed. My best friends' attention stayed on our basketball team's play. But as I sat between their muscular bodies with their arms pressing against mine, the manly musk and body heat radiating from them distracted me. The front of my shorts started to tent. Shit, not now. I held the beer bottle on my crotch to hide my growing hard-on. "Three!" They yelled as they got off the couch at the same time. While I stayed seated, my straight best friends gave each other bro hugs. I would love my rugby player-sized body to be sandwiched between them with their dicks pressing into me. My dick twitched at the thought. Both turned to me and shook my shoulders. "We won!" I gave them a forced smile and kept my erection hidden. "Damn, that was a great shot," Todd said as they sat back down. The TV showed an instant replay of the game-winning shot, and the commentators talked. He elbowed me and asked, "Everything okay, man?" "I'm good. I think the beer is starting to get to me." "Bullshit. You only had three. The Gabe we know can drink so much more." Richard sat on the edge of the couch and forked a chunk of the Ube Cheesecake into his mouth. "Mmm. This cheesecake is the bomb. Where did you get this?" "Sally from next door made it. " "Bro, fuck her so we can have this all the time." "Eww, she's sixty years old." "Well, if you're into that sort of thing, why not?" Todd had a piece of the cheesecake, too. "She's been trying to get me to date her niece." Richard got a big piece and talked with his mouth full, "Fuck the niece then, so we can have this all the time." "Nuh-uh. I've seen the niece's picture. Not my type." "That's your problem, Gabe. Your standards are too high. Lower them a little, and I promise you'll get laid a lot more." "Yeah," Todd said. "Bro, if I didn't have a girlfriend and I had your bulk and looks, I would be banging bitches every night." "I get laid plenty, thank you very much," I said. You just didn't know I was the one getting banged. "It's been almost two years since you broke up with Tracy. You still hung up on her?" Todd asked. "No, man. It's not that." "Then, what are you waiting for?" He emptied the rest of his beer and took another from the cooler on his side of the couch. His phone on the coffee table lit up and played a famous rock tune as its ringtone. My brown-haired best friend picked it up and went somewhere else quiet. Whoever that was calling, thanks. I got off the couch and said to the blonde, "I have to pee. I'll be right back." Chewing a mouthful of cheesecake, Richard nodded. As I passed the hallway toward the bathroom, I nodded at Todd. He returned the nod, busy talking with someone on the phone about their client's upcoming commercial shoot. Once inside the bathroom, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. A pale guy with a blonde-dyed mohawk and black, full beard stared right back. My black wifebeater showed off my intricate tattoo of wolves. It started from the left side of my neck, connecting to my shoulder and covering my entire left arm. "Should I tell them?" I asked as if my reflection would answer right back. The voices of sports talk show hosts, mixed with the chatter of my best friends, filtered through the bathroom door. How long will I be pretending to date women just to keep them from learning my secret? I don't think I can do it any longer. It's exhausting. Hiding my lust for them is hard enough. At least if they know, that's a weight off my shoulders. What's the worst that can happen? They beat the shit out of me and cut me out of their lives. Nah. I shook my head. They're not like that. At least, I hope not. But, shit. I'm going to do it. I need to come out tonight, or who knows when I'll have the guts to do it. I stared at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. "Guys, I'm gay." "Gabe!" Todd yelled from the living room. "Stop jerking off and get back out here! I have good news." After flushing the toilet to make it believable, I returned to the living room. "I was peeing, you dumbasses." The fuckers giggled like teenagers. "Wait." I muted the TV and stood in front of it. "Before you tell the good news, I have something to tell you guys first." "Ooh, interesting." Richard sat on the edge of the couch. "Damn it. I wish we had buttered popcorn." My heart pounded like a sledgehammer. I folded my arms in front of my chest to hide my vibrating hands. They stared at me, waiting. I took a deep breath. This is it. It's now or never. "You know, we've been best friends since high school. I hope you guys know I treat you like my brothers." "Yeah. And we do the same, right?" Todd glanced at Richard, who agreed. "So, what's this about?" "Wait. I'm getting there. Don't rush me. It's not an easy thing to say, you know?" "What is?" Richard asked. "That I'm...gay. There, I said it." Silence. My best friends exchanged intense glances like they were having a conversation in their minds. "Did you guys hear what I said? I'm gay." Todd got off the couch and rushed at me. "Is this a joke? Because it's not funny, Gabe." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I held my ground and readied to defend myself, just in case. Richard got in between us before Todd could do anything to me. "Bro, calm down. Get back on the couch." Todd turned around and went back to his seat. "Are you really gay?" Richard asked. "Yeah. I don't like titties." At the same time, my best friends burst out laughing. My brown-haired friend on the couch touched his flat stomach and dropped on the cushion. "I don't like titties." Richard turned his back and piled on Todd while the two guffawed. I furrowed my eyebrows. "What is going on?" "We were just messing with you, bro." Todd sat back up. "It's cool that you're gay. We suspected you were a long time ago." "You should have seen your face when Todd went straight for you." My entire body relaxed when I fully understood what was going on. "You fucking assholes. Both of you. I was scared shitless." I grabbed handfuls of chips and chucked them at the sadistic fuckers. "We agreed to do this once you tell us." Richard turned to Todd. "You owe me a hundred bucks." "You have a bet on this?" I returned to my seat between them. "I repeat. Fucking assholes." "Hey, I was the one who bet you were straight." Todd sipped his beer. I turned to Richard. "Why are you staring at me like that? I was right." They fucking knew all along. "Can I tell you my good news now? I know it's not `I'm gay' level news, but I'm sure the two of you will suck my dick for it." "Ha! Maybe Gabe will. Me, not a chance." "Is that right? My client at the ad agency was the one who called earlier, and he gave me three courtside tickets for next month's playoffs at The Arena." "Bro, take your dick out now," Richard said. The three of us burst out laughing. "HEY, dumbass. You left your door unlocked." I said as I let myself inside Richard's condo. "I'm in the shower, dumbass." His voice broke through the sound of running water in the bathroom. "Or would you prefer waiting outside until I finished to let you in?" "Good point." I closed the door behind me. The kitchen and the bathroom were the closest to the front door. Further in were the living room and bedroom areas separated by the low entertainment center with a large flat screen TV on top. One would know a guy lived in the space because not a touch of feminine accents could be seen typical bachelor pad. "There's beer in the fridge, and do whatever you want. You know where everything is." "Okiedokie." I helped myself to the beer, sat on the sofa bed in the living room, and switched the TV to a sports talk show. "Todd's already left the agency. He's on his way." "Got it." In the bedroom, the bed was unmade and on the corner were different electric musical instruments and music-producing equipment Richard used for work. When a commercial came on, I picked up a framed picture of us three when our high school team won the basketball championship. We were drenched in sweat with huge grins. I stood between them with my arms over their shoulders while each had an arm over mine. After putting the picture back, a movement made me glance toward the bathroom. The view from my seat made my heart race. The door was slightly open, and the translucent shower glass blurred Richard's naked body like a censored scene in a video clip. But his silhouette hinted at every curve of his ripped muscles and the swinging fat cock between his legs. My straight best friend is so fucking hot. Blood rushed to my dick, tightening the front of my jeans. The position of my dick inside my boxer briefs made it uncomfortable. I shoved a hand inside and adjusted myself. The water turned off, and the shower door opened, letting steam escape. Knocking back my beer, I pretended to watch the hosts on TV while waiting for him to step out into my periphery. But Richard disappeared behind the door, denying me a glimpse of his wet, naked body. Damn it. My hand went to my bulge and squeezed. I wanted to burst into the bathroom, kneel in front of my straight best friend, and suck one of the dicks I've wanted since high school. The door opened, revealing him in nothing but a towel. Droplets of water clung to his pale skin. Some slid down his six-pack into the cotton fabric wrapped around his waist. I bit my lip subtly. Richard used his fingers to sweep his wet, medium-length blonde hair to the side, flexing his muscular arm as he exited the bathroom. "Sup, man." I cocked my head at him. "Sup, bro." He walked over and stopped a few steps away. His hands rested on his hips while watching the top ten plays shown on TV. The shape of his fat dick head bulged on the thin white cotton towel. I ignored the flashy dunks shown and instead focused on the front of his crotch. When Richard shifted on one leg, his towel loosened and fell off his waist. But he caught it just in time, only revealing the top of his full pubic bush. "Man, what the hell?" I extended my arms out as if to block my view. "Shit, I almost flashed you there, huh?" He chuckled. I pretended to be disgusted. "Hey, I might be gay, but I don't want to see that. It will be like seeing my brother's dick." Richard fixed the towel around his waist again. "My girlfriend does, and she loves it." Fucking lucky girlfriend. "Well, I don't. So put that thing away and put on some clothes." "Alright. Alright. I'm going." My best friend went into the bedroom. My eyes zoned in on his ass. What a beautiful ass. As he peeled off the towel, he went further in, and the TV blocked my view. Damn it. I tried to sit on another part of the sofa bed. Still blocked. Maybe the view will be open from the kitchen. After downing the rest of my beer, I went to the fridge. "I'm having another beer, man." "Go ahead, bro. Mi beer es su beer. He laughed. I leaned on the kitchen counter and drank while glancing into the bedroom. Richard had his back to me and bent over, drying himself with the towel. The perfect pink hole peeked between his ass cheeks. My still-hard dick twitched inside my jeans. Fuck me. I want to eat out my straight best friend's hole and make him experience how a man can make another man feel good. Once he finished drying, he draped the towel over his shoulder. At the same time, he opened the closet door, blocking my view of his naked body. Tsk. Not again. I gave up. After a quick squeeze of my dick, I returned to my seat with my drink. As I got into the rest of the sports talk show, Richard came into the living room in nothing but tighty-whities. The outline of his fat cock bulged in front of the pouch. "Why aren't you dressed?" I checked my watch. "We leave as soon as Todd gets here so we can find a decent place to park at The Arena." "Nah, it's fine. It won't take long." Richard sat next to me on the sofa with one of his legs resting on the coffee table. I got a whiff of deodorant and aftershave as his arm pressed into mine. He took my beer, drank it, and handed it back to me. `Oh, god. I've been looking forward to watching this game with you guys all week. I haven't had a day off for at least two weeks." "From work or your girlfriend?" We laughed. "Both." Richard took another sip of my beer. Some dripped out of his mouth. He swiped the liquid from his pecs and wiped it on his white briefs. I tried to look down at his bulge while pretending to have my eyes on the TV. His hand went to his balls and scratched them. If only I could do that for him, I could sleep tonight satisfied. The door opened, and Todd entered in a tight light blue shirt with the top two buttons open and olive green chinos. His sleeves threatened to rip with the size of his arms. "Bro, why aren't you ready? We have to go." I nudged Richard with my elbow and snickered. "I told you." "Sheesh. I'm changing. I'm changing." He gave me back the beer and hurried into the bedroom. Todd joined me on the couch, took my beer, and drank the whole thing. "Hey! Why do you guys keep stealing my beer?" `GET your pussy ready for this, bro.' The message popped in Fckr, the gay hookup app I use, followed by a picture. The front of my sweat shorts tented at the sight of my regular fuck buddy's big black dick dangling over the waistband of his basketball shorts. Fuck. I squeezed my hard-on. `Last time, I had to leave immediately because of my wife. But this time, I'm going to wreck that sweet jock pussy.' `Then, hurry the fuck up. I can't wait to get that big black married dick inside me again.' `Oh, I'll make sure to have it inside you all night long, baby.' I got off my couch, took a quick shower, and changed into a classic white jockstrap to let my fuck buddy get easy access to my hole. Out in the living room, my phone rang with an EDM tune. What if that's him calling to cancel because of his wife again? I hope not. After putting my sweat shorts on, I hurried back without a shirt, exposing my tattoos. "Don't you fucking dare cancel on me. Ditch your wife and get here quickly. I need your dick inside me tonight." "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gabe, what the fuck?!" "Todd?" I peeked at the screen and saw my best friend's name. "Shit, sorry! I thought you were someone else." "Clearly." "Oh, god. This is embarrassing." I rubbed my forehead and dropped to the couch. "First of all, my wife's back home. And second, I'm out of town. I can't get there quick to put my dick inside you." He gave out a loud belly laugh. You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that, man. "It's not funny." "Yes, it is." "Fuck you, dumbass." "No, you're the one about to be fucked. Apparently, by a married man. What's that about?" "Long story." "And bro, I had no idea you're a bottom. With your attitude and bulk, I figured you'd be top." "How the fuck do you know about tops and bottoms?" "I work at an ad agency, Gabe. In our Art Department alone, we have five gay guys." "Ah. Any chance you would forget what I said?" "None. I can't wait—" "Don't you fucking dare tell Richard about this. I swear, I'll kick your ass." Todd snickered. "I'm serious, man. Promise me. Not a word." "Alright. I promise." "What's up? Why did you call? Everything alright?" "Yeah. I was just bored out of my mind in my hotel room. Good thing I called. At least you provided me with some entertainment." "I'm glad to be of service, dumbass." I would be willing to serve you differently, though. My doorbell chimed, followed by a couple of knocks on the door. "He's here. I gotta go." "Okay, bro. See yah when I get back." I hurried to welcome my hookup for tonight. When I opened the door, a guy in a tight white t-shirt and gray sweat pants stood in front of me. "R-Richard?" "Hey, bro. I brought refreshments." My blonde best friend lifted a six-pack beer. "Come in." I stepped aside to let him through. "Uhm...What are you doing here? I thought you were busy finishing the track you were producing." He went straight for the couch and changed the channel on the TV. "I decided to take a break and hang out with my best bud." I grabbed my phone and typed a message in Fckr to cancel the hookup. "Heard anything from our ad man?" Richard opened one of the beers and handed it to me. "Todd just called me earlier. And he's bored out of his mind at his hotel room." "Me, too, bro. I know how that feels." Richard pulled his shirt off and leaned back on the couch. I pretended to watch the show on TV while my eyes watched him through my periphery. He brought the beer to his lips and took a sip. Condensation from the bottle dripped to his chest and slid down the ridge of his six-pack abs until it reached the waistband of his sweat pants. In his position, a large mound bulged on his crotch. My heart rate sped up, and blood rushed to my dick. I yanked one of the throw pillows and placed it on my lap. "Everything okay?" Richard turned his head toward me as he used his shirt to wipe his naked torso. "Yeah, why?" "You went quiet all of a sudden." "Nah. I was just thinking of something." Ding dong. Shit. Is that my fuck buddy? But I told him that it was canceled. "You expecting someone?" "Not really." I placed my beer on the coffee table and hurried while holding the throw pillow on my crotch. When I opened the front door, a bald black man with the build of a linebacker smiled. "Didn't you get my message?" "What message?" He took a step closer. I put my hand on his solid chest to stop him. "Something came up, and I can't do it tonight." "Wait, why?" The guy, an inch taller than my six-foot, craned his neck to look inside the house. "Is there someone else inside?" "My best friend suddenly showed up." I reached for the door and closed it. He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "But I've been looking forward to fucking your tight pussy." "Me, too. You have no idea." "Feel this." He took my hand and pressed it to the bulge on his pants. "It's been so hard the entire drive here." "I'm really sorry, man." "Your best friend's hot. Why can't he join us? We could fuck you together." An image of them spit-roasting me on the couch flashed in my head. My dick twitched. That would be fucking hot. "He's straight." "So what? I bet you've fantasized about him fucking that tight pussy of yours." Since high school. "We really can't tonight." He gave up, returned to his car, and left. I went back inside and sank on the couch, throw pillow still hiding my erection. Richard—sitting with his legs open wide, butt on the edge of the cushion, and leaning back—turned his head to me. "Who was that?" "It's nothing. Just someone I know." "Oh, crap. Did I just cockblock you?" "Uhm...kinda." "Why didn't you tell me you're getting lucky tonight?" He placed his beer on the coffee table and put on his shirt. "Call him back. I'll leave you to it." I touched his shoulder when he only had his arms through the sleeves. "No. It's okay, man. Stay. I prefer hanging out with my best friend." "Are you sure? I don't mind. It's only eleven pm." "I'm sure." He removed his shirt, grabbed his half-empty beer, and brought the bottle closer to me. "Bros before..." I furrowed my eyebrow. "...man hoes?" We laughed, clinked our beers together, and knocked them back. "Sorry, I ruined your booty call. " "No, you didn't. If I'm still horny later when you leave, I could just message someone on Fckr." "Bro, you gay guys are lucky. You have apps where you can find someone to have sex with whenever you want." I laughed. "Yeah. We don't have to jump hoops just to get laid." "It sucks with us straight guys. We have to take the chicks out to dinner first and whatever. At least with gay guys, you skip through all that bullshit and just fuck. `Cause, that's what men like to do. Gay. Straight. We fuck." "Amen to that." "For once, I want to have sex without jumping through hoops." My heart beat faster, pumping more blood into my dick. If only he knew I would gladly service him whenever he wanted. Of course, that will never happen. But a gay guy can dream, can't I? "Your girlfriend still on vacation with her parents out of town?" "Uh-huh, she's been there for more than two weeks." "Ouch. I feel for you, man." Richard shrugged and took a sip of his beer. "Guess I ought to settle with my right hand until she gets back." The living room went silent, except for the sounds from the TV. After knocking back the rest of my beer in one big gulp, I put it on the coffee table. "I have to pee. I'll be right back." He looked at me and nodded. I made my way in front of the toilet and left the bathroom door open. Then, I hooked the waistband of my jock and shorts under my balls with a thumb. My bladder started emptying into the bowl. "Bro, I drank so much. I need to pee, too." Richard entered, stopped on the side of the toilet, and brought his fat cock out. I tore my gaze away and tried looking at the tiled wall in front of me. His pee joined with mine. "Damn, that feels so good." Richard leaned his head back with his eyes closed and moaned. It was as if there was an invisible force pulling my head down. I bowed slightly to look at my straight best friend's dick. One hand held his shaft while the other kept the sweatpants under his balls. As our pee slowed to a trickle, my dick chubbed up, jutting out in front of my crotch. "Bro, you like what you're seeing?" I looked at Richard's grinning face. After shaking the remaining piss off my dick, I shoved it back inside, tenting my jock and shorts. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to look." I turned away to head out of the bathroom. Richard tucked his inside and blocked my way. He stood as tall as me, but his muscles were much leaner than my bulk. "It's cool. But I was just thinking. Maybe you could help me out." My erection jerked in front of my shorts. "Huh?" He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "Come on, bro. You already know what I need, don't you?" His breath on my neck sent shivers up my spine, giving me goosebumps. "Y-yes." "You gonna help me out?" I nodded. "What are you waiting for?" To be continued... - - - Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MrGayrotica Check out Mister J books on Amazon and Smashwords: - https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mrgayrotica - https://www.amazon.com/Mister-J/e/B08KFVTBLJ Book titles include: - Fuck Buddies - His Proxy Wife - Pounded by the Bodybuilder - Derek's Buddies - Hunks University - Santa's Punishment - The Bro Code - Jocks on Lockdown - Seduced by a Kapre - Ring of Desire - The Future In-law