Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2023 17:03:28 +0000
From: D Evans <httpvb@proton.me>
Subject: Birthday night with best friend

This is a story (M/M, Adult Friends, Oral and Anal Sex) based on a
semi-real situation and real people (names changed). Sadly, the sex is just
wishful thinking and pure fiction.

Warning: This story contains instances of alcohol consumption and drug
usage, which may be illegal for your age or in your country. Reader
discretion is advised.

I am one of those silly souls excited about their birthday. As my birthday
approached, I was getting hornier by the day. I was about to turn 26 and
had had sex only six times. Yeah, I was keeping a count because the bar is
so low! I had made out with another half a dozen guys, but things didn't
reach the third base with them. Now let me tell you about myself.

I'm a to-be-26-year-old Indian closeted gay-curious male, 6'1, overweight
but cute. I sport no distinct features - black eyes, black hair, and light
to average facial hair. Being a doctoral scholar, I can call myself
relatively educated and a cosmopolitan guy since my hometown and university
were at two different ends of the country. I have seen the life of various
other metropolitan towns.

My lust remarkably increased because I had started having this obnoxious
fantasy of having sex with one of my two best friends of 8 years, with whom
I had a very platonic relationship. Let me tell you about Mrinal. 5'6,
brown skin, black hair, and eyes, extremely hairy, sporting multiple
tattoos across his body. He looked like what one would call an urban smart
striver, carrying off himself in the most metrosexual manner possible. He
was as thin as a wafer for his height and age, not weighing anything beyond
110 lbs. My dad adored his physique, always advising me to learn from
him. Mrinal was an avid smoker, and a day didn't pass without him smoking 5
to 6 joints of weed. I was an occasional, and he was the only source of
intoxication in my life.

I, for one, was sure he was straight, which made me hornier at the prospect
of lusting him. There was an incident with a girl in college, shockingly
revealing to us how strong his sex drive was and how he hated using
condoms, even at the cost of the girl having to visit a gynecologist
multiple times to treat the overuse of contraceptive pills. However, since
everything between them was consensual, we cheered him on for scoring
higher than any of us. This lust of his made me go wilder in my deepest
thoughts and leak precum without even touching myself.

Mrinal had a friend who owned a flat in a quiet, residential colony far
from mine. The guy's parents had died, and his sister had gotten married,
so he was the sole occupant of the three-bedroom house. The guy kept
traveling often for business purposes and left the house at Mrinal's watch
whenever he did. This opened up the prospect of us partying with our
friends without any intrusion. Sadly, as grown-ups grow distant, Mrinal and
I had only one other friend, Pulkit, in our boy gang now, but as they say -
keep your circle small and your beer cold.

Finally, my birthday arrived. Mrinal planned for Pulkit and me to be at
this flat where we could relax and party the whole night, as his friend was
away. As a ritual, I went for a family dinner to celebrate, after which I
arrived at the venue. It was far from my first time at this place, but I
was excited, as if butterflies were stirring in my stomach. Maybe this had
to do something with my growing fantasies or was just plain old birthday
joy. Mrinal was the one who introduced Pulkit and me to any intoxication -
be it alcohol or weed. Hence, it was apparent I was in for a welcome into a
living room with weed smoke in the air and a pint of beer to gulp down,
even before taking my shoes off.

It was the first time I thanked the weather for being extremely hot and
humid. As I sat on the couch, I complained of feeling extremely uneasy. The
living room was the only area with comfortable seating, a television, and a
table, but (luckily for me) it had no air conditioning. I told my friends
that I was not carrying any extra clothes. We should all get down to our
essentials. Those who understand Indian socio-cultural facets would know it
was very uncommon for urban adult male friends to be around each other semi
or fully-naked, except for specific purposes like swimming. I was an expert
in playing the 'birthday' card and told the boys they must follow suit if I
were to strip down. As the only other option would've been to shift to the
beds in either of the rooms, the boys complied, and here we were. Pulkit
and I were in vests and boxers, but Mrinal, who never wore a vest, was
lying only in his shorts.

Seeing his semi-naked body caused a stir in my groin, and my soft four
inches started twitching. His body was hairy as a grizzly bear, and though
he had no abs, his torso was absolutely in shape, with a treasure trail
ending up in his shorts. His skin was inviting, and I couldn't help but
catch multiple glances at him. The heteronormative setup of Indian society
boils down the suspicion that such glances may arise. When he turned away,
his arching back made my mouth water. His body odor started filling the
room, and I literally had to readjust myself multiple times to hide my
rising member.

Time passed as we kept drinking beer and smoking weed. Of the three, I
smoked the least, which was no secret. This naturally meant my friends got
more intoxicated more quickly than me. Before things got quieter and
boring, I suggested we play the age-old Never Have I Ever game. Birthday
allowed me to call the shots and make the two follow suit. Though they were
not keen to agree and preferred to watch stand-up comedy, with a little
more persuasion, my will prevailed.

The game started on a fundamental note where, one by one, we named not
having done things like stealing, being caught by the police, going viral,
ghosting a date, and the rhetorical stuff. Then, I slightly changed the
game's tone to talk of sexual adventures. We all knew none of us was a
virgin, though these boys had no clue about my sexuality. All three of us
were single at this point, Pulkit and me being relationship virgins, and
thus, this made discussing our sexual escapades steamier. I started the
game.

"Never have I ever had sex without a condom".

Mrinal gave me the eye and lipped an abuse before taking a sip of his
drink.

Pulkit said, "Never Have I ever had any sexual adventure with anyone at
school".

My taking a sip made both the boys raise an eyebrow with surprise, to which
I had to clarify it was merely an incomplete handjob and some limited body
play. Luckily, I did not have to mention the gender of the other person and
left my friends impressed.

It was Mrinal's turn, and after a thought, he said, "Never have I ever made
out in a swimming pool". As none of us took a sip, it was time to proceed.

Something came over me, and with a grin, I asked, "Would you like to?"

Mrinal turned to me and gulped. I could see the expression on his face
being one of surprise and curiosity. He fumbled while saying that he would
someday like it. I only replied that it was nice in an appreciative and
teasing tone before starting to think about what to say next. With a deep
breath that made the smell of his sweat and musk fill my nostrils, I kept
my third bottle of beer and continued.

"Never I have ever left a hickey on someone's inner thigh".

I could sense them being very impressed by the statement, and after a brief
pause, Mrinal sipped his drink. I playfully punched him on the chest,
ensuring my touch was soft and slightly suggestive. Now, Pulkit asked me if
I would like that.

Slightly eyeing Mrinal, I said, "I like to leave things where I can see
them".

They laughed before Pulkit confirmed if it was his turn, and after what
seemed like an eternity, he uttered that never had he ever kissed a
butthole. There was no surprise that I had to take this sip, but I was
amazed to see Mrinal raise his bottle and bring a large gulp down his
throat. Pulkit started teasing him with the name of the girl from college,
but Mrinal said he had had other sexual partners, too, and it was
presumptuous of us to associate all his sexual activities with her.

Before this became a mood killer, I suggested Mrinal move on with his
turn. He rested his hands on the couch so that the gap between his right
hand and torso made an absolute 90 degrees, allowing his chest to seem
popped out, giving me a clearer view of his now erect nipples. With a weird
expression I could not decode, he continued the game.

"Never Have I ever licked armpits during sex".

Pulkit laughed so hard that his beer bottle got imbalanced before getting
saved. "Ew, who does it anyway?".

I was not prepared for their bewildering reactions when I took a sip of my
drink. While Pulkit was vocal with an expression of disgust and asked me
why, Mrinal kept staring at me with a straight face. I stated that I
thought it was kinky and that my partner wanted it, too.

"How was it?" Pulkit asked, still troubled.

I replied that it was a kinky experience and wouldn't mind doing it again.

"Even with all the hair?" came in Mrinal's question.

I looked between the two to take time and consider my words before saying,
"That depends on whom I am having sex with".

While Pulkit has always been non-committal to details and possibly didn't
have the cognitive ability to pay attention, I was sure my gender-neutral
reference to a potential sexual partner wasn't escaping Mrinal's notice. It
was only time for me to raise the stakes if I really wanted to live any
part of my fantasy.

Part of us was getting sleep, and the other was high on intoxication. The
weather didn't make sitting without air-conditioning any more comfortable,
even in a semi-naked state. I took this opportunity to take my vest off and
throw it to the side, stretching myself to put up some show. From the
corner of my eye, I could sense Mrinal's lingering gaze on my man boobs,
but it was too quick for me to say anything. I wanted the game to get
steamier and suggestive, at least verbally. My following statement was
definitely evocative, and even Pulkit caught on it was suggestive for
Mrinal, just not in the way I intended it to be.

"Never have I ever penetrated an ass without a condom".

I always introduced myself as a vers-bot on hookup apps. Just a handjob
from the top would be enough for my pleasure. An occasional sucker would be
an unexpected treat. Hence, my statement was no lie and, like all others,
gender-neutral.

"I am yet to even experience the restricted section", said Pulkit.

All the while looking at me, Mrinal took another large gulp of his beer
before keeping the empty bottle in the stack. "Excuse me", he said and left
for the loo. While he took an eternity to return, Pulkit started to feel
heavy on the head and wanted to take a nap. I encouraged his wish and
suggested he go to the room on the other side of the drawing-room, isolated
from the other two. In one large gulp, he downed the remainder of his beer
and left for his nap.

With both of them gone, I logged in to my second X account, which I used to
follow gay porn stars and pages. Scrolling through gay porn, I started
rubbing myself over my boxer briefs, occasionally touching my nipples and
pinching them. The sound of the flush alerted me, but I didn't stop.

When Mrinal returned, I pretended to be surprised and acted like I was just
about to get caught. The grown-up in my boxers was not missable now. I
asked him what had taken so long, and he firmly replied he was getting
relieved. I smirked at the choice of words and got another round of beer
bottles for the two of us. He enquired about Pulkit while opening the
bottles for us.  He was reactionless when I told him about his nap as if
pondering deeply.

I always had a reputation for having a higher capacity for alcohol, and I
felt my stars were aligned today. I told Mrinal that I wasn't feeling
sufficiently high and wanted to experience a more substantial level of
intoxication. Mrinal suggested we should try hotboxing. (For those unaware,
hotboxing is when you smoke weed in a small, poorly ventilated space that
doesn't let an individual's exhaled smoke escape. This makes the other
smoker high not only on active but also passive smoke). I suggested we both
get our separate joints and proceed to the loo. It was the only apt place
to turn into a hotbox. Mrinal started rolling the joints.

"Make the joints as big as our respective sizes", said I.

He raised his eyes and kept staring at me. When I felt enough moments had
passed to make this super awkward, I clarified that our capacity to smoke
is different; the joints should be different in size, too. Clearly, that
was not so, and Mrinal knew it. Still, he rolled me a smaller one, nearly
half as long as his, and gestured me to lead the way.

Once in, we locked the door from the inside and rested our backs on the
walls, standing opposite each other. We only came closer to light up the
joints. After an initial silence of a few minutes, Mrinal spoke up.

"That was a hot game you picked up."

"Ya, definitely hotter than my sex life, though."

Mrinal chuckled.

"What are you doing for sex these days, though?"

I didn't expect him to ask me that.

"Having it when I can. You?"

"With whom?" he asked with a tone of nonchalance.

"Mostly strangers. I also asked about you."

"There's nothing for you to know about mine."

"Of course, there is, which is why I asked."

"I am with no one right now."

"I know, but there can always be casual encounters. My sex life is just
based on that!"

"I hardly have casual encounters."

"So, are you looking at something long-term now?" My mind knew it was a
do-or-die thing now.

"I am looking at you about to burn your skin."

I didn't realize how I was almost about to touch the tip of my lighted
joint to my thigh. "Geez, thanks."

"You should be careful when you play with fire." The irony of his statement
was not lost on me.

"I prefer other things to play... with."

"That I could see very well with your choice of statements outside."

I laughed because that seemed like the only legitimate reaction that would
not spoil the mood. The air was getting thicker with smoke, and I could
sense my head plunging into psychedelic depths. I started feeling like I
was on a rollercoaster and tried to make myself understand that was not the
only thing I wished to ride on tonight. If I had to go up and down the pole
of my lustful dreams, I had to do better.

I asked him if switching off the light and using our phone's flashlights
was okay. He must've thought the smoking was having the better of me now,
so he agreed instantly. I switched off the light. His phone's battery was
about to die, so I switched on my phone's flashlight. The light fell
directly on his face, and the blood flowing towards my dick somersaulted
and rushed to the tip. I saw his exhaling smoke with pure vitality and
ease. His perfectly shaped jawline with the light stubble seemed so
inviting. His skin tone shone through the flashlight as a perfect shade of
chocolate. His voice was becoming huskier, and his speech slowed, making
each utterance hit the right notes in my ears.

"Did it do the magic for you?"

"Yes, it did."

Mrinal was eyeing me throughout the conversation. I sensed that he was
expecting me to make the first move. Yet, I could not dispense the fear of
reading the signal wrong and spoiling my friendship with my closest
friend. My dick started taking over my brain, and my lusty side took the
driving seat as I made the next move.

"Do you trust me?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Just answer, do you trust me?"

"Trust you in what?"

"To do right by you?"

"Well, when you put it that way, I do."

I proceeded to take off my sweaty vest. As I threw it away, I moved toward
Mrinal, engulfing him in a bear hug.

"Don't let go till I do."

I can tell you assuredly, by far, this was the warmest hug I had ever
experienced. His warm body was sending shivers down my nipples, and I could
sense a tornado building inside. My hands moved around his back, feeling
his warm, slim, chocolatey body. Mrinal held his hands near my shoulders at
the most decent place possible. He did not make any move but could sense a
building sensation in his shorts. I was now fully erect, and my do-or-die
moment had arrived. As I pulled back, I planted a kiss on his right cheek,
just a centimeter or two away from his lips. I stopped in my tracks and
kept staring at him. The next thing I knew, he reciprocated the kiss on my
left cheek.

"Two can play a game" came out of my mouth organically.

I moved to kiss him on his chin, and he did the same. Finally, I had to
leave a peck on his lips. This sealed the deal for the night that was. He
started kissing me with full fervor, going straight for my tongue. It
seemed all hell broke loose at that moment. I pulled back and immediately
went down to his neck, then to his furry chest.

"Could have reached this stage earlier."

"You think you'd let me?" I asked between my heavy breaths.

With a slight layer of sweat from all the heat we'd been through this
evening, his body was a haven for my tongue.

"Care to take this to a cooler environment?"

"As you wish, sir!" I complied.

As soon as we entered the room and switched on the air-conditioning, I went
back for his mouth. The foreplay with his tongue was precisely what I was
waiting for. He tasted of beer and weed, and this only raised my hunger for
him. Then, he pushed me onto the bed and went for my nipples. His tongue
surveying my body was wrecking my nerves, and the psychedelic depths made
matters deeper and sexier. He caught me by surprise when he started softly
biting both my nipples. I opened my mouth to sound the pain, but in an
instant, he covered it with his left hand, putting first his middle finger
inside and then the index one. I started sucking on his fingers, and they
tasted heavenly.

I got up and, in a swift motion, took down his shorts. My tongue started
licking his member, hiding behind the covers of his underwear, yet already
woken from its slumber. His hands began exploring down my arched back as I
returned the 'teeth' favor with utmost care and compassion, making Mrinal
release small gasps of pain and pleasure. I then stuck my teeth on the
waistband of his briefs and, without using my hands, pulled down the fabric
to uncover his dick. Probably the most sensual aroma I've ever experienced
filled my nostrils, and his precum-leaking member appeared before my
sight. Though not at full mast yet, it was no less than five-and-a-half
inches. I started landing soft kisses on his low-hanging sack, and as soon
I started replicating it on his tool, he took hold of my neck and pushed it
down his member.

I needed no other indication to understand his growing impatience, but I
was no less than a cock-tease. I took hold of his dick in my right hand,
directed the tip onto my tongue, and beat his tool on it. Then, I just took
the top in my mouth and stopped. I started getting up with a smile. Mrinal
knew what I was doing.

"Don't even dare."

"He pushed me down to my seated position, grabbed hold of my face, and
thrust it towards his cock. He was now fully erect at a little over six
inches. I took the mini Mrinal inside me in one go, rubbing my tongue all
over it. We soon found the rhythm as Mrinal moved back and forth, thrusting
himself deeper inside me each time. Next, I grabbed hold of him and swiftly
dragged him onto the bed, resting first his upper and then his lower body
up with his dick in my mouth all the while. As he tried to gag me with his
pulsing cock, I could only manage to breathe when I switched between his
cock and his balls. His moaning was music to my ears, and his precum was a
nectar I didn't leave out a drop off.

He then pushed me on the bed, and I lay flat on my back. He positioned
himself right over me in a facefuck position with his legs on either side
of my hands. He again guided his dick to my mouth and started gyrating his
hips. He fucked my face like a gloryhole bitch. After what seemed like a
hundred thrusts, I tended to move to his sack but instead licked my tongue
over his perineum. Mrinal hadn't expected that. It threw him into a
dreamland of ecstasy, with his back arched and his hands on my thighs. He
enjoyed it so much that he started moaning my name so loudly I got scared
for once if Pulkit would wake up. I switched back to his dick quickly
enough to avoid that bad trip.

After an eternity in this position, I could sense Mrinal stiffening further
and nearing his climax. He lay flat on the bed, and I was down on all fours
with my mouth over his cock. He let out louder moans now as I was nearing
him to cumming.

"I'm near."

"I can sense that."

He held my hair with his right hand and, after pulling my head over his
cock for a while, moved his left hand toward his dick. I threw it off with
a slap, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"More than anything in this world right now."

Both of us fastened our pace as his climax was here. With a final push to
my head and his hips, Mrinal blew in my face. I had to place a hand over
his mouth as he moaned in full pitch. He released at least four intense
spurts of cum in my mouth, the first two of which went directly down my
throat, choking me for a second or two. The following two pooled in over my
tongue, and I had the sweetest and saltiest cum of my life. I then rubbed
his dick all over my face, rubbing the tool dry with my skin. I retook his
dick in my mouth to give it a proper clean off.

"I've never had a better one, and it's first with a guy."

"The beer and the weed make you say that."

"I mean it." He said

I moved to kiss his whole pubic area and proceeded to lie beside him, half
spooning him. My hard dick was now leaking precum in full swing.

"What shall we do about this one?"

"There's another organ you should be more concerned about."

"Let's hope Pulkit isn't awake for at least another hour or so."

To be continued...(?)