I finally ended up writing a new chapter to this story! Only took a year ahaha. Next one coming soon.
Ever since Rob's confession- the important one where he said he'd always known I had a crush on him (not that the other confessions weren't as important, such as the one where he said he wanted to fuck me or felt like he was selfishly using me)- our friendship had only grown stronger than ever.
In fact, in the weeks following we hung out almost every single day. Just doing guy things; regular guy things that didn't involve our hard erections, although I feel that I must admit I missed the presence of our members standing at attention between us. Several weeks later however- four or five if I had to hazard a guess despite my loose grasp on time- an event that I think is worth relating came to pass.
My mom was in rehab for the 8th time and I had my fingers crossed things would work out for her although I knew that was unlikely. She would be good for a few weeks and then pick up a beer to have after dinner and, as usual, it would devolve into an everyday thing.
At any rate, Rob had been staying at my house for several days now while she'd been gone, keeping me company, going fishing, playing videogames with me, which I was very bad at and which he beat me at every time but which I enjoyed since he liked them, they killed time, and I secretly liked losing to him. Every time I looked at Robert I smiled. It made me incredibly happy to know that he felt the same about our friendship as I did- he didn't want to lose me, just like I didn't want to lose him; and despite the sex we'd had things had somehow settled back to normal, with us simply accepting the weird shit that had happened and moving on.
After beating me at Call of Duty once again Rob raised his hands and said 'woo!' in mock victory. "Rob is the winner once again, Ken is the loser!"
I stuck my tongue out at him and made a face, he shoved me into my bed and called out again,
"Ken is the loser, I'm on top!" I raised an eyebrow at the implication but tried to ignore it; somehow however this parlayed into a new confession by my friend.
"I actually did top the other day." He told me, laughing.
"Ah," I responded, "and who was the lucky girl?"
"Just some guy I met online."
The silence was so thick and dead it couldn't have been roused being slit with a hunting knife. In fact, I was sure he'd made a mistake or I'd heard incorrectly.
"Did you say a guy?" I attempted to clarify.
"I forgot his name, honestly. I met him on tinder."
Rob picked the controller back up, selecting a new character. Softly, I pushed the controller out of his hand. My friend looked at me, a tender expression in his eyes.
"Well, you always tell me. When you hook up with guys. We tell each other everything dude." He said.
He put his hands behind him on the floor and propped himself up. I let myself lay against the side of my bed, dropping my head backwards onto the top. Jealously lit up in my stomach like a fire and ripped throughout my chest, flowing through my arms and up my throat into my face, making it hot and red.
"You fucked... a guy." I said quietly, repeating myself, "You fucked a guy."
"Well yeah," he confirmed, "I did."
"You topped him?" I asked, looking over at him.
"Your face is so fucking red," Rob half joked, but also said apologetically, "and yeah I did, I fucked him."
"But you're... you're..."
I tried to protest, but couldn't even get the words out.
"Straight?" Rob finished my sentence for me. "Dude, we've jerked off, sucked each other's dicks, and I fucked you for christssake. Sure, I'm straight but..."
"Did you kiss him?" I asked rapidly and desperately.
Rob looked at me for what seemed like a long time, a look that said 'I'm so sorry you feel this bad'.
"No," he said finally, "I didn't kiss him. I didn't want to kiss him. I just fucked him in the ass and left. That's all. Are you jealous?"
"I just... I just thought..."
I didn't even know what I thought. I buried my head in my hands.
"Hey, man."
Rob grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my face, holding them in his own big, warm hands.
"It's not like I actually liked him. And he sure as hell isn't my best friend. Or even my boyfriend or anything. Fuck that. I'd date a girl, not a guy. And you'll always be my closest. Closest friend I mean. I fucked a guy, so fucking what? Didn't mean anything."
I must have looked incredibly distressed because Rob leaned in and hugged me, reassuring me once again. Then, slightly pulling away he looked me in the eyes with those dangerous, beautiful blue eyes of his. His dark hair framed his slick and handsome face. I wanted to kiss him. And I guess he was a psychic as well as an incredible friend because he tilted his face forward and kissed me on the lips. No tongue, but he kissed me.
"You know I love you, right?" I whispered, treasuring the fact that my hands were still in his.
"And you're my best friend too," he responded, "I love you as a friend." I shoved my face into his broad shoulder. "Don't be jealous at all dude," he said, "I'm not even gonna see him again. Meanwhile I'm sleeping at your house tonight."
I looked up at him and grinned, pulling my hands away from him and clapping him on the shoulder.
"Do you know how fucked up you are? How fucked up we are?" I asked, laughing.
"Oh very," he replied, "we are incredibly fucked. You're fucked actually." Rob bit his tongue.
"I'm fucked?" I snickered.
"Oh, you're about to fucking be." Rob said, tearing his shirt off over his arms and shoving me onto the ground; for some inexplicable reason I stopped him.
"You're not gonna just fuck me like you did that guy, did you?"
My best friend smiled at me.
"Nah, I'm gonna fuck you a LOT harder. And then we're gonna go get something to eat and go to sleep in your bed. And,"
Robert started to kiss my throat, then lifted up my shirt and started to kiss my stomach, licking the hair that trailed from my belly button to my waist.
"And," he continued "I'm gonna kiss you." He pulled my shirt up to my shoulders and began to kiss my chest, kiss my nipples.
"You're actually an idiot." I said. He looked up at me, quizzically. "You could just take my shirt OFF of me instead of leaving it like this."
Robert grinned and ripped my shirt off of me, throwing it across the room. He then kissed my collar boner, my shoulders, then my adam's apple, making his way up to my lips where he shoved his tongue inside of my mouth rapidly before moving onto my cheeks and then kissed my eyelids. Inside of my jeans, my dick grew to its proper size; Rob started to grind his own erection into mine, our jeans creating unwanted layers of protection between us.
My best friend grinned at me, playing with my overgrown brown hair. I needed a hair cut.
"You're so fucking..." he messed up my hair, putting it into weird positions, "you're so fucking cute or something or whatever. I don't know what it is!" He sounded exasperated. I bent my head upwards and kissed him, smiling.
"Whatever is fine by me." I said.
"You joke too much." My friend replied, reaching his hand down into my jeans, but not into my briefs, just fondling my dick through them.
"But you're not gonna be laughing when I fuck the hell out of you." He continued, giving me a coy smirk.
I moaned heavily, desperately wanting him to take my dick out of my underwear, and I said as much; pleaded actually, but Rob just grinned cruelly.
"You're not gonna cum." he told me, matter of fact.
I groaned; my hard cock was straining against my boxers, sending me into a maddening state of heightened arousal. Rob unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them. He shoved his boxers down to his knees and pulled himself upwards, pinning my limp arms to the ground and rubbing his huge erection all over my throat, my chin, my lips, my forehead. His pubic hair tickled my face and I shut my eyes.
"Open them." Rob commanded quietly, but forcefully. I did as he said, observing his massive cock looming over me. "You want it?" He asked mockingly. I nodded. "Say you want it!"
"I want it, I want it so bad Robert. Please."
"Hahaha!" Rob laughed triumphantly. "Okay, KENNETH."
He said, putting the emphasis on my name. "If you want it, then that means you can't touch your own cock the entire time. First you're gonna suck it and then I'm gonna fuck you, and you can't touch yourself or cum. Got it?"
I was fairly shocked by my friend's new dominant attitude, but to say I absolutely loved it would be an understatement. I was overwhelmed and so very happy; also I guessed he was taking something out on me. He knew I was jealous he'd fucked another guy and he wanted to fuck the jealousy right out of me while proving that I was his, and totally his; and he was right, because not only was he my best friend but I was his, and nothing that could happen would end the fucked up friendship we had.
I nodded viciously and Rob shoved his boner straight down my mouth; I was barely ready and gagged as he forced it down my throat. His expression changed to one of concern.
"Hey, you ready for this? You alright?" I simply smiled; he smiled back, laughing.
"You're a fucked up dude, you know that?"
I grinned. Immediately changing his expression to one of determination he pushed his erection down to the hilt, invading my throat and shoving his pubic hair straight into my nose; his balls smacked loudly on my chin as he fucked my throat, first slowly and then fast. I reached down to my cock but Rob gripped my wrist, stopping me and slammed his dick into my throat fiercely so that I choked loudly; spit erupted up onto his wide dick.
"No touching." He hissed.
I moaned desperately. I wanted to jerk myself off so badly. I wanted my cock in his mouth again. Fuck I loved this guy. I wished he'd say it back to me. He continued to plunge his cock deep into my throat, going back and forth at a brisk speed. I felt like a human flashlight. I continued to gag and choke, coating his cock in thick saliva while he moaned in pleasure.
"You are so good dude, I love this honestly. So good bro."
That was all the encouragement I needed; i moved my head up and down to accommodate his thrusts, allowing him to truly fuck my throat. He groaned in starts and stops, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, telling me I was better than any girl he'd ever done, I was awesome, he really loved what I was doing to him, he loved everything we'd done together. I attempted to get his entire cock in my throat so that I could lick his balls at the same time that he fucked my throat; his eyes flew open and he jerked his dick out of my mouth, leaving only the head resting on my tongue, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths.
"You can't make me cum yet dude," he gasped frantically, "I gotta fuck you. I gotta fuck you. I gotta." He repeated as if reminding himself, convincing himself there was more than my warm throat waiting for him.
He looked down at me, smiling. "You look a mess." He laughed.
I knew I did. My face was covered in spit. Rob used his hand to push all of the spit into my hair and styled my hair into a mohawk.
"Cute."
My heart fluttered at his words. I wanted him to think I was cute. I liked him so much. It was hard to admit to myself despite everything we'd done because I still wanted to see us as best friends, but I liked him so much. I loved him.
"You are... you are..."
I didn't know what I was saying. Neither did he.
"Huh?"
"You are.. . you are cute." I stated.
Rob blushed deeply. The red went from his cheeks all the way up to his ears, turning the tips of his ears bright crimson.
"Shut the fuck up." He said.
I sat halfway up, propping myself up by my arms.
"You're so fucking cute, Robert." I said firmly. I left no room for jokes or misunderstanding. "I think you're extremely attractive."
Rob simply stayed still, reddening, clearly unsure of how to react; and unfortunately his boner started to go down. I knew immediately I'd made a mistake and started to apologize profusely; Rob ignored my pleas and got up, walking to the bathroom. Since he failed to shut the door after him I could hear him pissing heavily and see his firm, round ass as he stood at the toilet. I wondered if he did squats at the gym.
Amazingly, he pissed for almost two entire minutes. I was pretty astonished at that. When he sauntered back into the room I was sitting on my bed, still in nothing but my boxer-briefs.
"You proud of that one?" I asked.
"What?" He asked, the confusion showing plainly in his voice.
"You pissed for two entire minutes dude! That was crazy! I'd be proud."
Rob laughed heartily, absentmindedly scratching his hairy crotch.
"Yeah, I guess I am." He answered.
I smiled at him. He grinned back, sitting down on the bed next to me.
"So..." I wondered if he was still gonna fuck me.
"You said I'm cute?" He asked. His voice was almost fragile.
"Of course you are dude. I mean come on, you already knew I was attracted to you."
He nodded. "Yeah, but..."
"Well you're cute. You're very handsome. I think you have beautiful eyes. Your nose, your lips. You're just incredibly attractive to me, Rob."
My friend buried his face in his hands. Delicately, I took his hands away. He wasn't crying but his face was dark red.
"What's wrong? All I said was that you're a very handsome guy."
Rob looked at me, another indiscernable expression written across his face.
"A guy has never said that to me before. I mean a man. A man has never once called me cute before."
I grinned easily, trying to break the tension and help him relax.
"Well one has now, "I told him, "besides, I'm sure many guys are thinking he same thing but they don't wanna get their ass beat. Difference between them and me is I love flirting with danger. You're cute." Robert quickly hugged me, and tightly so.
"Do you mean that?" He mumbled into my neck.
"You know the answer to that." I responded.
He pulled away, looking at me very seriously.
"You wanna fuck me?" I asked.
"Nah," Rob laughed, sounding almost relieved, "I wanna go to sleep."
We both laid down together on top of my bed, not bothering to get the blankets out from under us; he naked, I in my briefs.
"I love you." I whispered to him as his breathing slowed, assuming he was asleep.
In a thick, nearly silent voice as he drifted off to sleep, Robert replied to me,
"I love my best friend."
Then rolled over and hugged me, murmuring into my ear, "I love you, Kenneth, I love... I love..."
He fell asleep on top of me. Minutes later, I was asleep too. Our breath mixing as our faces touched, I underneath his muscular naked body, my untouched cock continuing its mission to stay erect as we slept together.