We both sat naked next to each other, my cock standing stiff and erect, Nathan’s laying flaccid and sticky against his thigh. He slid on his boxers and looked over at my boner.

“Did that turn you on?” he asked. I was suddenly terrified. I didn’t want him to think I enjoyed it, I only sucked his dick because I lost a bet. It wasn’t gay, it was just a bet. But I did enjoy it. And my erection was proof of that. I grabbed my shorts and began to put them on, until he said something else that stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Because it turned me on” he said with a smile. I froze for a moment, and began to pull down my shorts again.

“Would you finish me off?” I asked. “I won’t tell anyone, it’s not gay-“

He cut me off with a kiss. I was momentarily stunned as our tongues met in my mouth, and the combination of relief and pleasure flowed from my lips to the rest of my body. A million sexy thoughts ran through my mind, such as the trace amounts of Nathan’s cum still in my mouth now being snowballed back and forth between us, or the possibility of a new fuck buddy. I rubbed my ever-hardening dick against his, prompting him to move his lips down my body, planting kisses and licks at my nipples and below my bellybutton.

He finally wrapped his lips around my tip, and I nearly lost it there. The sexy thoughts continued to surface, and I marveled at the idea of one of my best friends, someone I’d fantasized about for months, sucking my cock.