Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2020 19:47:03 +0000 From: monoman30 Subject: So, That Happened (Gay/Young Friends) I hope you enjoy this little short story! If you do, say hi! I'm at: monoman30@protonmail.com Don't forget to donate to Nifty! Someone's gotta keep the lights on!! So, That Happened I'm a good kid, mostly, I'm just so goddamn horny all the time. Sometimes I wonder if anyone in the world is as horny as me. Even just sitting here in my best friend Matthew's room I'm getting horny for no reason. I remember when sex was just something adults did and it was mysterious and naughty and looking at pictures of boobs was exciting and gave me a boner, and actual porn, while fascinating, was kinda gross, men shoving their comically huge boners inside pussies and shooting sperm all over girls' faces and stuff. And Sex Education was useless, all that talk about testicles and fallopian tubes and fertilization. Look, I understand hormones and puberty and voice changes and body hair and nocturnal discharges, but nobody told me that once I reached a certain age part of my mind would be always consumed with sex. There's basically been a never ending porno running just beneath the surface of my thoughts ever since my first orgasm a year and a half ago. I still remember when Seth had excitedly told me one day that he'd figured out how to "simulate" sex, as he put it. Seth was kind of a weird kid, honestly. He was one of those boys who knew he was smart and talked so fast he'd trip over his own sentences and liked using big vocabulary words to prove just how smart he was. So I took this with a grain of salt. But he was insistent, and that evening I'd climbed up onto the top bunk while he occupied the lower one and, per his instructions, pulled my dick out and gotten hard (with the help of a little soft core porn on his computer), and made my thumb and forefinger into a ring the way he'd shown me and began working it up and down on myself. I felt a little silly, honestly, laying on my friend's bed with my dick in my hand, especially since I could feel the bed moving from his own experimentation below, and he kept asking me how it felt, which was distracting. He'd said something was supposed to happen. "It's like... it's like being hungry. Imagine a huge chocolate cake, the most delicious cake you've ever seen, and the more you look at it the hungrier you get, and you can smell it and you want it so bad but you can't eat it. And just when you feel like you're going to die from hunger you get to eat the whole chocolate cake in like ten seconds, the whole thing, and it's the most delicious cake you've ever had! And then after that you're like, 'Ugh, I don't want any more cake, I'm so full!' It's like that but it's this tickle that builds up, and that's when the sperm comes out when you're older. But if you can use your hand to simulate a pussy, you can trick your body into making it happen by yourself!" So I laid there, half-heartedly stimulating myself on the top bunk, occasionally looking over at the fish tank on the other side of the room and, more importantly, his reflection in it to confirm that he wasn't fucking with me. I couldn't see much in the dim reflection, but I could tell that he did indeed have his underwear down around his thighs and was working his crotch with determination. Soon he claimed he'd finished and was insistent that I do so as well, but I'd gone soft so I just pounded my fist in the air and then claimed I felt something and he seemed to buy it. But a couple nights later I tried again in my own bed, working myself while using my hand to "simulate" a pussy the way he'd described, concentrating on boobs and naked girls, and after a while I did feel something. He was right, it was like a tickle, but not quite a tickle either. I kept going, and the feeling built up, and my hand got tired and I stopped, but then I went again, determined, and let the feeling build up and build up and then... something happened. It was like cracking one of those plastic glow sticks inside of me, and waves of glowy deliciousness poured through my body, lighting me up from the inside. I'd never felt anything like it, but afterwards I felt weird and hollow. I went to get a drink of water even though I wasn't thirsty, and firmly believed that I wouldn't do it again. But of course not even a week later I did it again. And again. It became fairly routine, once a week or so I'd start thinking about it and I'd get hard and start playing with myself until it happened. My fantasies were simple back then, but now my thoughts are more vivid, fueled by a frothing, liquid horniness that could be tempered but never truly quenched, no matter how furiously I satisfied myself. What had been a fun weekly pastime became an obsession, often several times a day. I'd think I was good, and then I'd see a bit of skin or a cute smile and that little flow became a pour became a river became a flood and I needed to let it out. My dick at least doubled in size in that time, almost as if to more comfortably and satisfyingly fill my hand. One afternoon about a month ago I'd jacked off in the bathroom after school, a not uncommon occurrence, and then taken a piss afterwards. After the stream was finished, I saw that there was a clear, saliva-like fluid leaking out. Feeling a little concerned, I grabbed some tissue and wiped it off, but only ended up pulling more out, and doing so felt oddly satisfying. I squeezed myself there was no more. I'd seen cum in porn (I was becoming quite the aficionado now), but I'd never seen this clear, syrupy fluid before. And now every time I jack off a little bit comes out, this clear slippery stuff, and at first I didn't care for the inconvenience of cleaning it up, not that there was much of it, but I noticed that the feeling of it coming out when I came was pushing my pleasure to even greater heights, and my jack off sessions now left me breathless. I don't know if other boys are going through the same stuff I am. We don't talk about it anymore, at least me and my friends don't. Not really. We make a lot more jokes about dirty stuff than we used to, but at the same time we don't really talk about sex and our development as openly and honestly. And I'm sure as hell not going to suddenly say, "Hey guys, do you basically just jack off all the time and leak out clear stuff like I do?" So I'm basically horny all the time, even right now, sitting on the floor in Matthew's room. I haven't jacked off all day, and it's hard to tell but I feel like I'm even hornier than I usually am. I feel like I could fuck just about anything with a hole and a pulse, and I'm not even sure the latter matters. Okay, well, if I'm being honest there might be a reason why I'm so horny. I've recently been having this fantasy about watching Matthew have sex with various girls while I hide in his closet and watch. I don't know why, it's just the flavor of the week I guess, but it's really satisfying in a way that my other fantasies haven't been. Maybe because I know Matthew. So sitting in his room right now is making me extra horny. It's one of those weekday afternoons late in the season where the excitement of summer has lost its sparkle and we've done all the things we want to do, and now I'm just sitting here on the floor and I'm probably not being the most attentive friend because that river is flowing inside me, beckoning, and I'm actually debating going into the bathroom and rubbing one out. Matthew walks to the foot of his bed and says, "I'm boooorrred!" and then he falls forward onto the bed as if he's died of boredom. I'm looking at him right now, and I can see the shape of his body under his T-shirt and shorts, and it's second nature for me to memorize the view, footage for my fantasies, the better to imagine him pumping away inside some girl while I pump her from behind or whatever. It's funny I should be having these fantasies about Matthew, of all people. He's actually really quiet and shy, and while a lot of my other friends have gone girl crazy, he's sort of remained quiet on the subject. I've wondered if maybe he's developing a little later than the rest of us, but I'm not sure. He doesn't seem physically underdeveloped. He has nice legs, actually. Thicker than mine, and looking at them now I can't help picturing them wrapped around some hot chick. The thought scratches some deep itch and my mind seizes on it, and my dick begins growing in my shorts. It's not a raging boner or anything, I've learned how to keep things at a simmer instead of a boil when I need to, most of the time anyway, but it wouldn't take much to get it there, either. Maybe I really should just go to the bathroom. He's still just laying on his bed, and I'm just sitting here doing nothing, and we're both bored, so what the hell, I'm just gonna indulge a little bit. I'm picturing some hot girl from school turning him onto his back, and she takes his dick out and sucks on it. I wonder what it looks like? Is he bigger than me? She pulls his shorts down and licks his balls and his dick and she's not wearing anything and she straddles him and slips his cock into her, and he rubs her tits and then he flips her over and he's really giving it to her, his bare butt pumping in the air. Yeah, just like that. Mmmm, give it to her buddy. I wanna see his balls, I wanna see him orgasm inside her... My dick is really getting stiff, and since Matthew's not looking I quietly adjust myself, letting it run down my left leg. I can feel it hot and hard against my thigh, and Matthew's still just laying there so I'm going to zone out for a minute. Yeah, fuck her good. I want to sit on the bed and watch it. I want to feel the muscles of his ass with my hand while he gives it to her. I want to lean in and lick her pussy while his dick goes in and out. Why not? Oh, that's actually pretty hot. What if he fucked her a couple times and then fucked my mouth so I could taste her pussy on his dick? And he just goes back and forth between her pussy and my mouth? Oh man, that's really getting me going. I replay it in my mind a few times. I've never seen Matthew's dick before, and right now I'm very curious what it looks like. I glance over at Matthew. He's still just laying there. What the hell, did he fall asleep or something? God, I'm so horny. There's no way other people get as horny as I do. Sometimes I get so horny I don't think I'd say no to anyone, as long as they weren't super gross or anything. I mean if other people got this horny, we'd all be fucking, even if we're just friends. Hell I'd probably have sex with Matthew if he wanted to. In fact I'm sure I would. One thing's for sure, right now I'd kill to watch him banging someone. Something about that thought is just so doing it for me right now, and sitting here right now in his room staring at his body while secretly getting hard and thinking these thoughts just makes it even hotter. I'm debating going to the bathroom, but I wanna fuck with Matthew a little bit first, indulge myself just a little more. That's the nice thing about being a teenage boy, it's perfectly acceptable to do gay shit to each other in the name of fun. I get up and walk around to the foot of his bed and fall onto it next to him. "Well hey there, big boy," he says. I know it sounds like he's coming on to me but don't read into it too much, we say shit like this to each other all the time. "Hey yourself!" "Whatcha doing in my bed, stranger?" "Oh," I say, and I run a finger down his back. I'm being playful, but damn it feels hot to be feeling the curve of his body. I mean yes, he's a boy, but his body is real, and it's right there. "Just trying to think of something... fun to do." It's also nice that his head is facing the other way so I'm free to keep looking at him. I move my finger down to the top of his shorts and start drawing circles at the small of his back, just above his butt. He has a nice butt. I'm thinking again of what it would be like watching him fuck someone. He's not responding, which makes me think he's actually enjoying me tracing my finger on his back. Is this making him horny, too? That should be a little weird, but I can't help finding the idea of turning the other boy on kind of appealing. "What did you have in mind?" he finally says, and his voice is kinda soft. "Mmm, I got a couple of ideas." "Yeah?" he says softly. I know I said we joke like this all the time, but something seems different right now. Like, normally we're being silly and just trying to get a reaction out of each other, but he's not really reacting, and he's being unusually quiet. There seems to be, like, this weird tension in the air or something. Is it just me? Am I being weird because I'm so horny? "Like what?" he says after a moment. "I dunno," I say, still tracing circles on his back. The motion feels a little forced now, but I don't want to stop. "You got any ideas?" My voice doesn't sound quite right, even to myself. He mumbled something. "Huh?" "I said, 'Whatever you want.'" Mm, I don't think he wants to know what I want. Actually even I'm not sure what I want. "Oooh," I say. "Whatever I want, eh?" I'm still trying to sound joking and playful but it's getting difficult. I lift the hem of his shirt a little, and I trace my finger along the strip of exposed white skin, just above the lining of his underwear. I was sure this would get a giggle or a squirm out of him, but he's still just lying there, compliant. Alright, fine then, let's ramp it up a little. "Maybe something else wants to come out to play?" I say, running my finger boldly under the elastic of his underwear and around his hip. He didn't squeal or squirm or react at all. Very interesting. I get my finger under his hip and wiggle it against his bare skin in the direction of his crotch. "What are you doing?" he asks with a quiet chuckle. "I can't... reach it..." I say as if I'm putting a lot of effort into it. "Well I'm not moving," he says. "Aww, why not?" I whine. "I want something to play with!" "It's shy though." He was directly referencing his dick, and it sent a little jolt through me. How far could I push this? "Hmm," I say, thinking. "What if we were under the blanket?" "Okay." Okay? Really? He's not responding again, so I'm thinking fuck it, and I start pulling his comforter down, and he actually lifts himself up and helps. I pull the blanket up over us as he lays back down, almost up to our shoulders. He's still on his stomach, though. "I still can't reach it," I say, and he slowly turns onto his side, facing me. What do I do now? Should I really reach down and just... take his dick out? That's a pretty hard line to cross, and I'm a little nervous about it. Actually, I'm super nervous about it. But I also really want to. "Well, I won't really be able to see what I'm doing," I say. "Not my problem," he says with a smile. "Alright," I say. So that's how it's gonna be, huh? You wanna play dirty? Well I got news for you, boy, you have no idea how dirty I can play. I lift the blanket and get under it and scoot down until I'm level with his midsection. And now I can see his crotch and holy shit is he hard?! No way, that's gotta be like a weird fold in his shorts or something. Right? "Whew," I say, "It's dark under here!" But it's really not, there's plenty of ambient light under the blanket, I can see his shorts perfectly, I just didn't want him to know I could see well in case he really is hard. "Let's see, I think you're over here," and I reach my hands around as if I'm trying to feel my way around. I get to his stomach and feel it like a blind person would. "No, too high. Let's see..." And I feel his hip, and then I let the knuckles of my right hand casually bump that longish lump under his shorts and- oh, wow, okay, that is definitely NOT just a fold in the cloth. He's rock hard under there. The realization sends a thrill of nervous sexual energy through me. Jesus, he's got a boner. And it's right in front of my face. Am I really gonna take Matthew's hard cock out? Is he going to think I'm gay? But he's just laying there letting it happen, he could stop me any time if he wanted to. Before I can think about it my horniness decides for me, and almost without meaning to I find myself reaching up to his fly to unzip it. I want to do it without touching his hard-on, so I can be "surprised" when it pops out, but there's no way around it, so I just find his fly and pull it open and don't acknowledge the obvious hard bar under his shorts. I get it all the way down and then I reach up and unfasten the button for good measure and pull his fly all the way open. I can see the shape of his dick clearly now, straining against his underwear. Okay, I'm gonna give him one last chance to back out. I reach into his fly and very deliberately feel everything except his dick, waiting for him to call it off. He doesn't. I let my hand brush it. He doesn't respond, so I grab it. "Oh!" I say. "What's this?" Now I'm feeling it's length through his underwear, and I'm so horny and nervous I feel like I'm in some weird fever dream. "What do you think it is?" he says above me with a nervous laugh. Fuck, I'm touching Matthew's dick! His HARD dick! This is crazy! What am I doing? I shouldn't be doing this! But I'm so fucking horny I can't even think straight. All I know is I want to see if he'll let me take it out. I find the opening in his underwear and pull it open and get my first look at the smooth, white cylinder inside. I reach in and grab it, surprised at how hot it is, and I pull on it with my right hand while holding his underwear open with my left until the head pops out. And then there it is, right in front of my face. A big hard dick. Matthew's dick. It's pretty similar to mine, just a little bigger. So much for the theory that he's underdeveloped. I hold it in my left hand and push his underwear back with my right, exposing as much of its length as I can. Is that pubic hair poking out near the base? Wow. He's actually a little more advanced than I am in that area. It feels so big and hot in my hand. I look at it for a moment, memorizing it. I stroke its length. Why not? Matthew sure isn't stopping me, and he's hard as hell so he's obviously horny too. It feels so smooth. Almost silky. Is mine that smooth? I guess I don't really think about it. And it's so hot! It's like a hard, thick, burning bar in my hand. I'm not sure what to do now, but I definitely don't want to stop. I take advantage of the situation and fully explore his dick, feeling the curved helmet-like ridge around the head, the satiny length of the shaft. I'm kind of obsessing over the slit at the tip. It's like it's staring right at me, it almost looks like a little vertical mouth, or a tiny pussy. I rub my thumb over it, gently pull the sides apart a little, and fuck is it turning me on. I wanna taste it. I wanna taste it so bad. I bet I can do it without him noticing. I lean forward a little. I can feel the heat of his dick on my face. I rub my thumb in circles over the tip, then I start tapping it gently with my thumb, and I skip one of the taps and use my tongue instead, tapping it against the slit so that he'll hopefully think it was my thumb. I roll the taste around in my mouth. It tastes... warm. Almost salty, but not quite. I'm still rubbing the tip but my tongue must have been wetter than I thought cause it's now noticeably wet with my spit. I hope Matthew doesn't notice. "You can taste it if you want," he says above me. Busted. A wave of embarrassment passes through me, but it's quickly squashed by my horniness. I mean, he said I could. He said it. Come on, he knew that was my tongue, I can't kid myself. He already knows what I did. So why not keep going? I move my hand to the base and point it straight at my mouth. I can already feel it's heat on my lips. Fuck it. I open my mouth and put it in. It's hot and round and rubbery. It feels so blunt and thick in my mouth. And dry. I run my tongue over the head, wetting it, and my saliva now fills my mouth with the warm taste of his dick. It's not terribly comfortable, honestly, but still. I've got a dick in my mouth. My brain can barely process it. I'm looking at the elastic band of his underwear, the white skin of his stomach below the hem of his shirt, I can just see the base of his dick, and the rest of it is in my mouth. I know I'm supposed to move my head, and I want to, but that seems a little too blowjob-y, so I slowly take it back out instead. I look at it. It's shiny with my saliva. I can't believe I'm doing this. My own dick is raging in my shorts. I put it back in my mouth again, enjoying the way the head feels as it moves past my lips. I start sucking on it. Literally just sucking on it, like a baby sucking at a bottle. I close my eyes and lose track of time and just suck. God, it's so hot. No, I mean literally. It's fucking burning hot underneath this blanket, and having a hot cock in my mouth isn't helping, and I'm so fucking horny right now I almost feel delirious. As fun as this is, I just can't do it anymore, I feel like I need a break or I'm gonna pass out. I take a couple more hard sucks on it and then I take it out, letting my lips come together right at that slit at the tip. A parting kiss. Goodbye my friend, it was fun while it lasted. I slide up from under the blanket, and it's like breaching the surface into another world, a world where it's a summer afternoon and the sun is shining and boys don't put cocks in their mouths. The air is amazingly refreshing on my burning skin. I hadn't realized I was sweating. Jesus, how long was I down there? I guess it had been a while. "Hello," Matthew greets me cheekily. "Hi." I feel weird. Very weird. I can't look him in the face. I'm a little nauseous. My heartbeat feels heavy, and there's so much nervous energy in my body that I'm actually twitching a little. "How a-are you?" I try to ask it playfully, but my jaw is literally chattering when I talk. "Good," he says with a grin. Then he looks concerned. "Are you cold?" God, I must look like a fucking wreck. I kinda feel like a wreck. "N-no!" I say. You know that taste you get when you touch your tongue to a nine volt battery? That's what my whole body feels like. "I just... need to..." I roll onto my back and lift my fists into the air and stretch. It's the deepest stretch I think I've ever done, and I'm flexing all that nervous, buzzing energy out of my muscles so hard I'm surprised there aren't sparks flying off my fingers. "Gggggggnnnnneeerrraahhhh!!" I relax and fall back onto the pillow, pleasantly exhausted. Oh my god, that's so much better. I almost feel normal again. "Wow. Better?" he asks. I keep my eyes closed and nod. "You're so tense!" Matthew says. "Maybe you just need to relax a little." "Yeah. I guess I am a little tense." "Want me to help with that?" Is he suggesting...? I think he is. Wow. "If you want to." "Do YOU want me to?" Jesus Matthew, I just sucked your dick, quit making this complicated. "Sure." Matthew ducks under the blanket and I turn onto my side, facing him. I can feel his fingers at my fly, the metallic buzz of my zipper going down, then he's fishing around and grabs me through my underwear. I'm a little self conscious because I'm a bit smaller than he is. Not by much, but you know how boys are about that stuff. Then he's tugging the front of my underwear down. He's not working my dick through the opening of my underwear like I did to him. And now I can feel my hard dick exposed to the warm, humid air under the sheet. He grabs it. I don't know if it's just my horny imagination or not, but for some reason having someone else touching my dick feels different than when I touch it myself. I don't know why. It just feels better. He's exploring it like I was exploring his, his fingertips tracing it's length, feeling the head. Then I feel his tongue touch the tip. He's sort of licking around the head and it tickles a little because it's super sensitive, but I hold still. Then his mouth encloses it. It's warm and wet and I can feel his tongue moving around. And then he starts sucking. This is it. I'm getting my dick sucked. It's really happening. It feels great, but it's also a little strange because I'm in his room, in the daytime. Everything looks so normal, but at the same time I'm getting my dick sucked. By Matthew. I can dimly see my reflection on the black TV screen, and it's weirding me out, so I close my eyes and just focus on the feeling. He sucks on it for a minute, and then he's tugging on my shorts and underwear, trying to pull them down. That wasn't part of the deal, but hey why not. I lift my hips and help, and we get everything down to thigh level. It's not really fair, I didn't get to pull his down, it would have been interesting to see his balls and everything else like he now gets to do with me, plus he has pubic hair and I don't, but now he's sucking on me again even more vigorously than before. He's... wow, he's really going for it actually. He's moving his head, sliding his mouth up and down my length. He puts one hand on my hip. I think he's enjoying this. He likes sucking my dick. That makes it ten times hotter. "I know it's warm down there. Let me get you some fresh air," I say, and I fan the blanket for a second, but I'm really using the opportunity to get a view. In brief flashes I was able to see the top of his head, his lips wrapped around my dick. It looked so hot. He takes it out and starts jacking me with his fist. Damn, he really does like this, doesn't he? He starts sucking me again and now he's sliding his wet fist up and down on me while he sucks, basically slowly jacking me off in his mouth. Fuck, I'm actually getting really close. I reach under the blanket and put my hand over his and say, "Okay," but he keeps going. "Okay," I say a little more instantly. I'm so close now, I'm right there, I already tried to warn him but he's still going and I wish he was going faster, it's getting close but taking forever and- oh god, oh yes, oh god I'm cumming, fuck, I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming in Matthew's mouth! Oh it feels so slow and wet and strong. And he's still sucking on me, oh wow I feel like I'm cumming again, I think this is the longest orgasm I've ever had, oh my god. It's finally starting to pass, I swear I was cumming for a good fifteen seconds straight at least, but Matthew is still going at it strong and I'm definitely spent. I've still got my hand on his and now I push him off of me, I try to be gentle but I'm too sensitive now. Wow. Fuck. I was not expecting that! I catch my breath, and then Matthew comes up from under the blanket. "Better?" he asks, and I nod. I'm still putting myself back together. The clear stuff that comes out of me... I felt it coming out. Did he swallow it? I pull my shorts up, noticing how weird it feels to do that with a wet dick, and he's fumbling around under the blanket as well, presumably getting himself back in his fly. Actually I'm a little tempted to give him another little suck before he puts it away, that was fun, but the urge passes. I just had a hell of an orgasm after all. We climb out from under the blanket and lie on our backs for a moment. I feel completely drained. I'm not really sure what to do or say. The awkwardness in the air is thick enough to choke a horse. I say something about how I should probably get going, kinda running on autopilot. My brain is a little locked up. I get out of the house and onto my bike, and now that I'm alone my thoughts are racing. Matthew just blew me. I sucked his dick, too. How had that happened? One minute we were just sitting there bored, the next we were sucking each other's dicks! What happens now? How could we look at each other again? How would we ever be able to hang out and act normal knowing that I'd cum in his mouth? I tried picturing us tossing the basketball around like normal, but it just doesn't seem like that could ever happen again. I'd gotten my first blowjob, but had I lost my best friend in the process?