Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2023 19:41:44 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Bros Before Hoes, Chapter 2 HOLA PEEPS!! HUGE THANKS to every single one of you who took the time to send me some feedback!! It was greatly appreciated. Also, apologies for the long wait in between chapters...Christmas kind happened and all the family was here... #eek Any feedback, please send it to liciousryan@gmail.com I love, LOVE hearing from all of you xx Stay safe, Ryan BROS BEFORE HOES CHAPTER TWO "Wilder! Wilder! God damnit didn't you hear me calling you? I've been trying and trying to get your attention ever since we've left class, and it's like...what, you didn't even see me? What the hell is wrong with you anyway? You didn't come to Lizards last night either? No WhatsApp message or anything! Am I just a joke to you?" Wilder turned around and pursed his lips...there was so much...so much he wanted to say to Lucy, his god damn supposed girlfriend that he had been dating for over two years... ...but if he did, they might literally arrest him for supreme attempted murder. He was still so angry at her, he didn't wanna look at her, never mind talk to her. It was still too raw, too painful to even be anywhere near her right now. The sight of his girlfriend...fucking hell, he couldn't even call her that anymore, he was so angry...the sight of her actually grabbing a random dude in the teenage dance club, the high profiled Lizards in the upper northern suburbs, so clearly only catering for the spoiled little boys and girls whose parents had WAY too much money on their hands, was way more than what he could actually handle. Wilder closed his eyes and thought back how hard he and his buddy James had worked at the local car wash the previous afternoon, where he had a summer job, in trying to make enough money so that firstly, he could afford the insanely high entrance fee to Lizards, in the first place, and also to spoil Lucy a little, because that's what he thought she so richly deserved...pardon the pun. He knew, he was not in her class, as far as boyfriends went, but give her some credit...she had stuck with him for over two years, never caring what people said, because her boyfriend wasn't one of the rich elite teenagers inside the equality private exclusive Highschool, Richmond High... ...and he fucking worshipped her in return. Thinking that Lucy had to cope with all the shit she always had to endure because her boyfriend, unlike those of her besties and fellow plastics, couldn't afford to take her out to all the teenage hangouts in town. But last night...last night was the final straw. Wilder smirked towards Lucy and suddenly she had nothing but his full attention... "Oh wow...yeah, I never got the chance to actually tell you! Yeah, me and James actually did make it to Lizards last night. Oh, we were there, alright. Believe you me." Lucy frowned and reached out into her jacket and checked her phone for any possible messages she might have received in the total and utter waste that had been Biology, before she rolled her eyes... "You were there? You were actually there? Why didn't you say anything? Wait...why the fuck didn't you come and join us then? I really missed you, babe! Or what, did you and James want a little bro time? I've always thought he looked at you funny as hell, I've never trusted him." Wilder shook his head and tried his level human best to actually stay calm, before he swung his backpack over his right shoulder. His eyes were absolutely as cold as ice. "Firstly, me and James have been friends since we were five, so there is no chance in hell I would lose him, for any girl. And I would have come over last night. I wanted you. I actually wanted to spoil you rotten for a change so me and James worked our asses off at the car wash yesterday just so we could get there. Oh, and you missed me? Gee thanks...but tell me, was that before or after you had that college guy's tongue down your fucking throat?" Lucy's facial features hardened and reddened to the ultimate point where she actually started to resemble an overripe guava, before she steeled herself...looking around if anyone could possibly hear what Wilder was saying, before she hissed towards him... "Who told you this?" Wilder smirked once more, his eyes never leaving that of Lucy's for even a second. "I saw you. I saw you grab that guy and kiss the fucking crap out of him. Wow Luce...and all this time I have defended you. I have had fights with my Rugby buddies over you using me and you not deserving me, not to mention all the fucking stories I always have to deal with...yeah, of how fast and how easy you always are! I never fucking believed any of that, because YOU told me it wasn't true. Only last night I saw you for who you really were. No offence, but you're a real damn slut!" The almighty slap to his face, totally unexpected at that, brought every single teenager that was walking past them on that point and time to an absolute standstill. That desperate hit towards his cheek was so damn hard...and Wilder knew...oh he knew...that was years and years or frustration probably shimmering through...positively pouring out of that attack on his person by Lucy. The girl looked around...she blushed furiously, never could handle having people stare at her, some smirking, some giggling, some applauding the gesture, probably thinking that Wilder deserved what he just got. Lucy was spitting fireballs at the moment, as she balled her tiny fists and composed herself like only a teenage girl at the height of her popularity could get away with. "Finally. You get it. And fucking let it sink in! You, were never in my class! Always having no money, always having to work...in what universe does a sixteen-year-old boy have to work...oh, right...I totally forgot...because his parents and himself are POOR AS SHIT! I can do better, and I have! Good fucking riddance!" she yelled at him, at the top of her voice as well, to that effect... ...in order to quite make sure that SHE didn't walk away from this little incident as the guilty party...not if she could help it. Suddenly the spot light on was on Wilder himself, because as the most popular girl in Richmond High, Lucy was always going to have her followers, her supporters and her crew, who believed she could never do anything wrong, and now all the teasing and taunting was labelled at him. She had well and truly turned the tables, that was what Lucy did best. Wilder shook his head, and turned around...best to walk away. This wasn't worth it, and it never would be. The only reason he was attending this school, was because he had a Rugby scholarship...he didn't really belong here...he never really was part of who these rich fuckers were. So much for Lucy telling him she loved him only the day before. Fuck this. She didn't know what the fucking word meant! ** "She ditched you? Infront of everyone? Just like that? Not even trying to explain herself? Far out, dude! I knew she was a total bitch; I just didn't realise on what fucking level!" James hissed towards his best friend as they entered his modest home, before chucking their school backpacks inside Wilder's bed room, and the latter each grabbing them a Coke to drink, before they returned to said bed room, as both boys slumped down on Wilder's bed, tired as fuck after the long ass day with their faces in their school books. James took a sip of his Coke, before he revealed a huge ass smile on his face, taking out his phone, connecting it to the Wi-Fi, and went along pressing random spaces on his phone's screen, before he handed it towards Wilder. "Not now...I'm fucking depressed as shit..." Wilder moaned towards the latter boy, before James literally jumped on his best friend, forcing him to look at what he was actually showing him. "Cut it out, Jamie!" Wilder groaned, from deep inside his throat, before his eyes fell onto the phone's screen, and at that moment, he swallowed...blinked his eyes, before he flickered them both towards that of his best friend in the whole entire world. "Why...I fucking thought I told you to close this thing...?" he whispered, once more his eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. James nodded, and smiled cheekily, before he took the phone away and jokingly held it to his chest, before he snickered out loud. "Fucking told you! I told you! This is our damn meal ticket! This one guy says he would pay you like R500 if you would post a photo of yourself naked!" Wilder's eyes snapped out, before he sat upwards on the bed, and viciously grabbed James's phone from him. As if inside a dream, he read and re-read every single message that he had received since they had opened his FacePage account, and they had in their drunken states, posted that one photo of Wilder himself laying on his back, with only his boxers on...and nothing else. His eyes widened as he saw what people were writing...more guys than girls, amazingly at that, people who had seen his photo, left a upvote or even a like, or a comment, and they were literally begging whoever this was...to post even more content, just like this. Wilder swallowed as he savoured and registered the very, VERY sexual graphic words...what people wanted to do with his teenage body...some stated that they wondered what his cock looked like...one older dude wanted to swallow his cum and another wanted him to actually cum inside of his dirty, perverted hole... "I know what you're thinking bud...and don't worry. I've totally thought this whole thing through since this morning," James said, matter-of-factly, as he grabbed his phone back from Wilder's stunned grasp and launched the camera feature on the app. "Look, these people obviously are horny as hell, and you've seen it yourself, they wanna see more. Much fucking more. So, what I thought...let's take more photos..." "No. Fuck no." Wilder shook his head and crossed both his arms in front of his person, before he stood up and tiredly, ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. James suddenly looked and seemed as if his favourite childhood puppy had ben instantly killed on impact. "Dude...you're not serious...have you seen what you already have in your FacePage account? That's serious money, and we didn't even have to do shit! Look, I get this is a brand-new thing for you, for me as well, and we were totally drunk as fuck when we created this, but dude...the money alone is gonna make this all worth it!" Wilder pulled a face at his best friend before he sighed and looked down. His family wasn't homeless or anything, but they sure as hell could do with a bit more finances in the month. He sadly casted his eyes over his school shoes...third hand by the looks of it...there was never any money left in the month to buy new ones. His school jacket was started to rip apart at the seams as well, and he kept quiet before, because he KNEW what the answer would be if he would ask his parents for a new one. There just...wasn't any spare change to go around...ever! From just that one...that ONE post they had made in their duel drunken state last night...they had already accumulated over R3000 South African rand in that account James had set up for him. While not that much money in general, it was way more than either teenage boy ever had available to them...it would literally change their way of living for the better right now. These people...these mere strangers on a website where you actually pay to watch people naked and doing stuff to themselves...they were actually begging him to post more and more content than what he had already had. Wilder closed his eyes and sat back down on the bed, before he looked at James, his whole demeanour screaming tiredness and mild confusion. "They won't see my face? Bro, you fucking sure about this? Because I'm dead if anyone recognises me, I swear, dude..." he whispered, seeing James slowly spread a smile across his handsome face, before he felt the latter boy's arm stretch around him. It felt good, he had to admit...after the sheer disaster of a day he had with Lucy...it felt more than good. It was like a lovely warm comfortable feeling inside the pit of his stomach...knowing his lifelong buddy had his back in all of this. Wilder took a deep breath, before he nodded slowly. "Okay, man. Let's fucking do this." ** "Obviously you have to take off your shirt...no, wait! Leave it on for now. I think people, especially those old perverts that keeps asking for a dick pic, would love to know you're actually still in school...okay, so stand in front of your window, that's most probably gonna be where your room has the best lightening, I guess...ah, yes, it is. Now, I'm not gonna snap your face, but just the upper body and torso, okay?" Wilder nodded, and James turned away...for years now he has more than LUSTED after his best friend...he knew that Wilder was straight, and very much so, what with the manner that he always fucking worshipped Lucy...but this...this very, very unexpected happening in both of their lives...he wasn't going to say no. Not a chance in hell. There would never, ever be another chance to be all alone with a semi naked Wilder again...not if he wanted to keep his feelings a deep, dark secret. He sighed. Wilder isn't gay...if not for the money, he would never even think of doing this...he told himself, before he blew out some much-needed air, and turned backwards to face Wilder, all with his phone in his hand, the camera function at the ready. "You okay? You need a little time for prepare or some shit?" James asked, as he pointed the camera towards his friend. Wilder shook his head and pumped his chest, in typical teenage boy style, like one of the old great athletes getting ready and arsed to run the greatest race of their lives...overdramatising for sure, before he nodded. "Nope, let's just...if we're gonna do this, lets fucking do it and get it over with. God knows, I need all that cash," he replied before he stood still, his hands lodged deep inside the pockets of his school trousers. His entire lanky, sixteen-year-old torso, hidden behind his white school shirt, was perfectly displayed and exactly what James was looking for with this particular photo. James took a couple of shots with his phone, before he showed it to Wilder. Some were deleted, and some were kept, before it was time for Wilder to take his shirt the fuck off. James collectively held his breath...wanting to think of his dead grandmother in a sequence, rather than see all of this boyish goodness before his eyes, his own seven-inch cock starting to plump up just a tad, because he honestly, couldn't help it. He knew that Wilder was sexy AF...why the fuck would Lucy have stayed with him as long as she did if he wasn't... ...but these days...these days things went from bad to worse. He always felt that he could control what he felt for Wilder. That he could more than handle these...sudden and weird feelings of affection that had seemed to so unexpectedly have started to soar through his teenage veins. He didn't know how to feel about what he felt...he only knew that he wanted to be with Wilder...like, all the time...he thought of his twenty-four seven...he missed him like fucking crazy whenever they were apart. And that scared him more than anything else on this planet. Because he knew, sure as shit, that Wilder would never, ever return whatever these feelings was, towards himself. There was just no way. Wilder groaned as James, in his own naivety told the latter where he would think the best shots could be taken, and how he should pose and react to his pictures being taken, to make it more...well, provocative for the viewers. A couple of shots was taken of Wilder's bare sixpack torso, a few more of his abs up close...so crystal clear and in full 1080p HD quality...that you could actually reach out and TOUCH each and every one of those firm, six blocks absolutely ETCHED in on Wilder's stomach. Once James was satisfied...I mean, these were the kinds of pictures that would get HIMSELF spurting his cock like bloody Krakatoa...he nodded towards Wilder, and suddenly, he found himself with the next dilemma... ...and both boys knew that the next piece of clothing would have to be, which would need to be taken off Wilder's near-perfect sixteen-year-old body. Wilder sniffed slightly, and nervously fidgeted with his fingers. "Dude, I dunno about this..." he said, turning towards James for what seemed like a little kid who desperately needed help in finding his lost toy. Sensing Wilder was perhaps not into this as he originally had thought, James softly sighed and nodded, before he turned away, and placed his phone down on the bedside table, before he carefully walked up to his lifelong best friend. "Wilder...bro, it's cool, okay? It was just an idea. The photos we have now will still generate some income on FacePage, because if they did last night, they will do now too. I don't want you to be upset or anything, it was just a stupid, stupid thing just to make some money..." Wilder stood still for a moment, before looking down at his still bare torso...his stomach glimmering with the faint sweat that he had worked up in this little photo session of theirs. He cupped his dick just a little, before he looked questioningly at James. "You sure people wanna see all this? I'm not much to look at, you heard what Lucy said...and I don't think I'm that huge down there either, man..." he said, and suddenly full of doubts and self-doubt. His girlfriend left him for another guy...could you really blame Wilder for feeling inadequate? In turn, there was so much that James wanted to say...that he wanted to tell his best friend, but he was too fucking afraid that he would damage their friendship permanently and way beyond ever repairing if he did so... ...he valued Wilder's friendship way too much to ever reveal to him how he really felt. But seriously... How could Wilder not see what a stunning piece of boy meat he really was? He was tall, lanky, handsome AF...black hair that seemed to sweep across his forehead at bloody will...he worked out like a machine to be able to keep his scholarship at the school, and that of course meant excelling in Rugby...so he was fit...he was lean and mean...he had a body to die for. But he was not popular at school, and he didn't have many friends, all because those idiots felt that he wasn't one of them. That he was too poor to actually properly fit in. They didn't care one little bit...if you didn't have money, you didn't belong with them. How could Lucy dump him for another guy...didn't she know how fucking lucky she was? Jesus! James knew that if a fucking sheer miracle happened, like ever, and if he and Wilder should have ever gotten together...he would never cheat on him. Never. He cared about Wilder way too much for that. Wilder sighed, before he groaned out loud in mutual frustration... ...and before James could quite know what to say or even how to react... ...Wilder had taken off his school trousers, and stood before him in only his boxers. "Wilder...what...the hell are you d..." Wilder turned towards James, and placed a solitary hand on the shoulder of the latter boy, as if to reassure him, of his intentions and that he was more than sure about this. "I need this. We need this. That money is gonna help us, both of us. So, I guess...I gotta stop being a fucking sissy about this, and man up and do this. Yeah? You with me, man?" James smiled...as wide as the Kalahari was huge and spread in the African countryside. "You bet!" he happily replied. ** Think of Grandma...fucking think of broccoli...literally anything else...because Jesus Christ... James swallowed slowly...his tongue suddenly needed saliva because it literally felt as if every ounce of liquid in his body had dried up...Wilder was so fucking beautiful, it even hurt to just look at him. The boy was laying on his bed, on his back and James, careful as hell not to get any facial recognition stuck in the photo's that he took, was as hard, as hard could be. Either Wilder was really fucking nervous that photos of him...posing like he currently was, was being taken and was going to get posted on FacePage, and he didn't notice... ...or it was that he did see the horny as hell seven incher inside James's own school trousers and for some reason he just didn't give a shit. It was impossible to hide how he felt seeing his best buddy in the world, like this, right before him. So damn hot, and so damn real, that he could actually touch that decent bulge inside Wilder's boxers. James cleared his throat and took one last picture, a close-up snapshot of Wilder's dick, hidden underneath that pesky fabric, before he stood up, and looked his best friend right in the eye. "Okay, now there is literally only one thing that we still need to do..." Wilder sat upwards, and took one look at James, a quick look at his cock, before back at James again. "I'll fucking do it. But no faces...dude, I swear, if someone recognises me..." James smirked and rolled his eyes at the exact same time, at the sheer sound of the understandable paranoia that must by now have been BLASTHING right through Wilder. He was surprised that the boy had hidden it until now, to be honest. "Bro, who apart from myself would even know this is you? I'm gonna change the background and everything to not make it look like we did all of this inside a fucking school boy's bedroom! What are you even stressed about? I've seen your dick like a million times!" That was true, and Wilder knew it. You cannot be friends for over eleven years and not have seen each other naked once in a while. Wilder pursed his lips and his eyes lit up in sheer and honest worry... "Are you forgetting Lucy? She knows exactly what my dick looks and feels like!" James closed his eyes and counted to ten...he did not need to know that...not at fucking all and especially not now... ...he knew that Lucy and Wilder was having sex...of course he knew! He was literally the first person that Wilder told the night that he lost his bloody virginity! Only...only it didn't hurt like hell then...hearing all of that, in such god damn graphic and honest detail... ... not like it was feeling now...being fucking stabbed with a knife in the middle of his rib cage, much came to mind. "Wilder, fucking get real! Why would Lucy even go on FacePage? Shawn Mendes ain't on there! I doubt she even know what the hell it is!? These photos are going nowhere but, on your account, so relax, will you?" Wilder laid back on the bed, on his back...totally not helping James's current horny state, with his abs being displayed like cropped marker on a pedestal, as well as his bulge being elevated to crystal clear high-definition view. Enough is enough. Time to finish this. In the future, Wilder can take his own damn FacePage pictures and post them himself...not that he minded...James knew he would happily do another one of these sessions without a second thought, but if this first one was ANY sort of indication, how was taking the future one's going to be? If it would be anything like the Japanese torture, he had just endured...fuck no! He was literally going to out himself to his best friend, if they carry on. James was more than sure of it. He wasn't sure he could take any more of this. Wilder was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen on the face of this earth...there was just no way he could keep this insanity up and not eventually go nuts as hell. Wilder sat up and quickly took off his boxers, leaving him naked as the day he was born. "Lock the door, quick!" he hissed at James, who did exactly as he was told, before he turned around... ...Jesus Christ. Even growing up as kids...even having numerous swimming sessions over the years, so many sleepovers as little boys that both of them actually lost count...so many memories and good times flashed through their minds as Wilder stood naked before his best friend in this entire world. Only... ...it wasn't hard. He was flaccid...and flaccid as hell. The poor boy was clearly a nervous wreck. It was one thing saying you WILL do something WAY outside your comfort zone, and another to actually bloody do it. Wilder's normally six-inch hard teenage cock right now much resembled a school of dead trout. "Dude...I don't wanna be a dick about this...haha, see what I did there...nothing? Really? Okay...all seriously now, you can't be in a photo with a soft cock, man...these people are willing to pay good money to actually see you...hard, I mean. Can you get that thing as hard as it can go?" James was shivering by now...and that was saying something, in the middle of the South African summer months. The object of his sexual desire was right in front of his eyes and he would do anything...pay anything in order to see it like he always did in his wet dreams...hard...proud...red as hell...nearly bursting with watery, boyish goodness straight from the source. Wilder, red as a tomboy tomato by now, with his dick remaining soft as anything, angrily shoved James to the side and laid down on his bed. His dick was flopping all over the placed as his body was moving, and once he was comfortable, he looked upwards at his best friend. "You...I mean, can you maybe go outside and come back in when...you know?" he managed to croak out of his dry throat. James giggled at this...sorry not sorry, he was enjoying every minute of Wilder's discomfort. "Wilder...buddy...I jack off, you jack off, even the fucking president jacks off, it's no big deal...or maybe on your case, it isn't either." Wilder's eyes narrowed...the smile on James's face was more than evident. "I don't have a fucking small dick! Fuck you, man!" he said, angry as hell by now. James snickered once more, before taking his phone in his hand once more, and setting it on the video mode, this time, to actually start to record some hot AF footage. "Oh yeah? Prove it," he dared his best friend, the glimmer in his teenage eyes evident for the whole world to see. Wilder shot James the finger, before he leaned back...his incredible teenage physique launched at the heavens and above to see and to enjoy...he reached down with his right hand and gripped his still soft cock in its grasp. James let out a small and gentle moan from deep inside the rancid depths of his throat, before he covered it up as best, he could, directing the phone towards the action before him. "Ready, dude?" he asked, his heart beating faster than that of a horny garden mouse. Wilder nodded...but his eyes didn't agree. "Ready," he confirmed, his chest tensing up visibly as he gripped his cock even harder between his fingers. James sadly looked away...Jesus, it was right there before him...why did Wilder have to be straight...even more...why did he, James, have to be gay? They were best friends! They could have been so much more...if only... Sigh. They would have been magic. He just knew it. James cleared his throat and lifted up his fingers, showing three of them high in the air, so that Wilder would be able to see it. "Counting down..." he whispered, before slowly dropping one finger, followed by the second, before only one was remaining... ...the final finger also perished as the sign that he was recording that and Wilder could begin getting his dick hard. ** "Dude..." "SHUT UP! Okay? I'm just...I'm just nervous, man!" James pursed his lips, staring at the now, red, beat-up dick of his bestie, having not reached any sort of hardness or even stiffened about an inch in nearly ten minutes of trying to actually achieve a fucking boner. Wilder was sweating, his fucking humility was thrown out the proverbial window after this...he couldn't understand it...for the life of him, he couldn't. Normally when he took the time to jack off, which in a sixteen-year-old boy's life, that was nearly two or three times a day, he usually spurted after what...two minutes of watching porn on Twitter or on PornHub? He looked defeated as hell, and laid back down, his limp ass dick still flopping all over the place. James felt a lot of pity for Wilder, of course he would...imagine if that would ever happen to him! He didn't know what the fuck he would feel or think if his dick refused to get hard like Wilder's was now. "Maybe you're overthinking this, Wilder. Maybe you just need good old-fashioned porn to get you hard," he suggested, but that was like adding more fuel to the fucking fire, already lit and threatening to blow at any time... "Are you saying I can't get hard without watching some porn scene? Really Jamie?" Wilder shrieked, grabbing his phone from his bedside table, and groaning out loud as he saw just how long both of them had been busy in here since they had arrived from school. "Jesus! My mom is gonna be home in like thirty minutes! We'll have to cut the video and the cumming scene that you wanted me to do, dude. There ain't gonna be time, and we HAVE to upload something tonight...these people...I need that money they are offering! WE fucking need it!" James slumped forward and joined his buddy on his bed. Together they sat in total and utter silence and weighing up their options...perhaps all of this...this FacePage debacle...perhaps this was bigger than either one of these young boys could possibly handle? Did they bit off way more than they could fucking chew? Wilder sighed and slowly ran his fingers through his hair. "I can't fucking believe I can't get hard...it's embarrassing as hell..." he whispered, so softly, and so miserably that James could hardly hear him. "Dude, when there isn't a camera recording you, then you'll be fine, you just got fucking stage fright or something, that's all," James said, patting his friend's hard stomach to try and make him feel a little better about all of this. "Look, we have pics of you in your uniform and without your shirt on, and with you on the bed in your boxers. That can be enough for now, and if you wanna stop, we stop, okay? I ain't wanna have you do something you're obviously not okay with..." Wilder shook his head, at hearing that. "It's not that! For God's' sake...I just don't fucking know what's wrong with me, it's normally hard as nails as soon as I fucking touch it...it's just...look, maybe you can help me out? Just this once, nothing huge, nothing weird...just...help me the fuck out?" The silence in the room was deafening. Absolutely deafening. James had real trouble in digesting what he had just heard...he had to be dreaming...yes, that's probably what happened...he has fallen asleep and all of this was a fucking dream... ...only this was very much the sheer and utter reality. James hesitated, before he sat up and looked at Wilder... "You didn't just ask me to...to...you know..." Wilder closed his eyes as if he was in pain. "Dude...I don't wanna do this anymore than you do, but think of all that money! If we could get over R3000 for just a shirtless shot, how much would they give us for a cum shot? Come on man, we're both guys, we've been friends all our lives...who else am I gonna ask to help me?" James swallowed, and real slow at that. He flickered his eyes, or rather he DARED to flicker the over to Wilder's flaccid equipment... ...God, he would give anything and more to see that fucker up close and hard...incredibly hard. Wilder obviously had some kind of mental block going on with a camera being pointed in his face in doing this...but what if they only posted a photo of Wilder's sperm dashed across his abdomen and groin area...that would be totally hot AF! That would be something people would pay to fucking see! James's breathing increased...just a tad. "You sure about this?" he whispered. In his mind's eye, he could see Wilder slowly, very slowly, giving his gentle consent. "I trust you, man. More than anyone. Let's get this over with. Fuck everything, let's just do this!" ** Wilder laid back. He was fucking terrified. James moved slowly towards his friend, and leaned in close to him. "Dude, you sure..." "JUST DO IT!" "Okay, geez, relax, it's just a hand job, you're not gonna fuck my brains out!" Wilder rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry! This was supposed to not be this weird...can we just do this? And afterwards just, NEVER talk or do this ever again?" James placed his hand on Wilder's shoulder, which prompted the boy to look him in the eye. All those years of budding friendship...all those years of being in each other's lives and all the happy memories...the shared connections...the knowing that you had a BEST FRIEND... ...it was like Wilder suddenly knew that whatever happened...tonight or thereafter, that everything would be okay. James longingly reached out and gently, slowly, as if he was scared the thing would fucking break if he didn't, he touched his best friend's penis with his warm fingers. "Fuck..." Wilder whispered, as both boys seemed to be inside some sort of trance, after all of this. James hovered, and took the teenage penis inside his right hand, the entire totality of the young phallus now very securely inside his fist. A warm blast through his veins pulsated and cascaded through him like a hot knife through butter, as he started the rhythmic motion of jacking a dick up and down... ...Wilder's foreskin slipping downwards slowly to blossom, in James's fucked up mind at least, the most perfect, the most beautiful cockhead he had ever seen. "Dude...I think...Jesus, I think something is happening now...for real, man..." Wilder hissed above him, but then again, James didn't need to be told that. Not in the slightest. He could feel it. He would feel the blood BURSTING through that teenage cock like molten lava through an ounce of gravel. At once, Wilder's sixteen-year-old penis came alive, as it grew with every fiber of the beating of his young boyish heart. James's own cock was so hard inside his trousers that he could barely move or breath. Wilder had no idea...NO IDEA what this meant to him. Really, meant to him. That dick was suddenly harder than a fucking tree trunk. Blood washed through the fleshy piece of meat, and the groans above him got worse and worse by the second. "Holy crap...holy, holy crap..." Wilder yearned out loud as James started to speed up the process. The teenage dick was like a warm cup of tea after a cold ass day...it was so hard...yet so soft on the inside. The cockhead seemed to flare open as he continued his assault on this best friend's genitals...the foreskin flickering up...down...up...down with every twisting and turning of the juicy bugger. Wilder didn't really know what had hit him...when he had asked James to give him a hand job, or just so SOMETHING so that they would have a hard dick to post on FacePage in order to get as much money out of this thing as they could... ...he didn't expect it to feel this good. Never in a million years. This was his lifelong best friend touching his cock, jacking him off, giving him feels that he never thought he would EVER share with another boy... ...and yet, this was very much happening, this was very much real. James's hand was hard, and callused, unlike that of Lucy of course, and still...there was something about a hard, rough piece of flesh touching your own. Wilder groaned yet again, his moans becoming more and more frequent, his chest was heaving, his stomach muscles tensed up like they had never done before in any sort of workout, his cock was so hard, he thought it could actually crack a fucking watermelon. James felt it before it happened. The splurge of teenage cum, white, tasty, rich, THICK protein stunningly and quickly SPAT out by his rock-hard penis. My God, the stuff was fucking everywhere. The white matter completely seemed to drenched Wilder's groin area in its rich, potent juices, the boy was going absolutely ballistic above him at that moment and time. Wilder lunged forward and grabbed hold of the nearest thing that he could... ...James's hand. And he squeezed it, as tight as he could. Together they rode out Wilder's huge and mighty orgasm, until it was finally over, and the latter boy seemed to completely and utterly, drenched in cum, just slumber backwards...tired as hell with nothing more to give. James could smell it...he would actually smell the acid, metallic aroma of his best friend's cum...and as much as he, deep inside his heart and soul, wanted to have a taste what Wilder would taste like, he knew things had already gotten way out of hand, and way too far. He wasn't going to change anything. Who knows what Wilder might be feeling or going through right now. "Fucking hell, the photos!" he hissed and grabbed his phone, his right hand still wet, plastered with some of the remains of Wilder's cum, as he quickly, once more careful not to have any facial recognition in in the shot, took photos of the rapidly cooling sperm on Wilder's abdomen. There. Finally, fucking done. If this didn't get people and perverts donating to their account like crazy, he didn't know what would. Wilder reached upwards with both his hands, and wiped his eyes, before it looked like his breathing had regained some form of normality... "That...Jesus, dude..." James was quiet. He...he didn't know what the fuck he was supposed to even say. He...he had feelings for this guy. He didn't know to what level, but he did. It didn't help hiding it any more. It was hopeless to even as much as try, not after this. Not after this afternoon. "You okay, man? You're not upset or nothing, are you?" Wilder asked, as he slowly sat up, his legs still feeling very much like jelly, before he softly placed another hand on James's shoulder. James blew out some much-needed air, before he slowly moved away from Wilder. "Dude..." "Look, I...I'll upload this at home and I'll WhatsApp you when it's done. Your mom is gonna be home any minute, and then...look, I just need to go now, okay?" Wilder's heart inwardly sunk at the sound of that...and suddenly he honestly, truly felt like shit...he honestly felt like the biggest jerk in the whole world as his buddy spoke finally spoke his own peace...it was just a stupid idea because his dick wouldn't play its part... ...not for a moment did he think what he was doing to Jamie...Jesus...what on earth had possessed him to ask such a thing of his best friend!? "Jamie?" James paused, but still, couldn't bear to actually look at Wilder. "Yeah?" Wilder cleared his throat. "We...we okay?" James closed his eyes...and a solitary tear ran down his left cheek...but of course as he was facing away from Wilder, the latter boy didn't even notice it. What was he supposed to say? What? Was he supposed to tell Wilder the truth? That...somehow...some way...over the course of time, and over the course of their lifelong friendship...he had developed romantic feelings for him? Jesus, their friendship would be over before you could say CUMSHOT! Fake it... Fake it, until you make it, brother. Even if it hurts like hell. "Yeah...yeah, we cool," James softly replied, before he swiftly unlocked the bedroom door, and got the hell out of there. ** THANKS FOR READING! Poor James...he really has it bad for Wilder and of course Wilder has no idea! Will they continue posting pictures on their FacePage account? And just HOW will Wilder react when someone offers them HUGE money to do gay porn...hahahaha!! 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