I had had a crush on my best friend for years. Jason was the athletic one, I the bookworm. Our friendship was unlikely but, for some reason, it worked.
We met in college and, over time, became inseparable. For many years, it was normal for one or the other to be asleep at the other's house. We played video games, talked about everything and anything, and enjoyed time in the outdoors.
Jason was a competitive swimmer. He was tall and lean, with strong legs. At 5"9, he was the taller of us, with broad shoulders to boot.
Despite not being athletic, I took care of myself. I was pretty slim and was particularly proud of my ass, which I considered to be perfectly round after years of squat workouts.
For years, Jason was the lady's man. He dated a ton of women and brought home many more. Much shyer, I didn't have much experience at all with sex. But I loved hearing his stories about all of the girls he had fucked.
I figured Jason told me the stories expecting that I would be jealous of all of these women. He was almost right. I was jealous, but not of him...of all of the girls.
As we got older, I knew that I liked men. Instead of picturing myself pounding hot cheerleaders, I imagined being on my knees in the locker room, sucking on the hard cock of the hot athletic guys. I pictured myself being pushed against the wall of the shower and feeling a hard cock slide inside of me, filling me up.
And, to my shame at the time, I pictured myself dressed in those girly cheerleader outfits, skirt pushed up over my perfect ass, as I took a huge load of cum inside my boi pussy.
I was a secret sissy.
And my biggest crush was on Jason.
I don't remember when I started thinking about him sexually. It probably happened slowly over time. I remember one day as we were getting changed to go to the gym, I noticed the line of his thighs and calves. They looked so strong and I couldn't stop imagining them thrusting. When I'd go to his swim meets, I would let my gaze linger on his chest and arms, admiring every muscle of his smooth torso. At night, I would think about his body, and about his cock.
Soon enough, I found myself hopelessly obsessed with him. But I knew I could never say anything. Jason was the straightest guy I knew. There was no way he'd be interested in his secret fag friend.
What's more, when we both turned 20, Jason got a long-term girlfriend.
Jenna was also in the competitive arena. She was a professional ballerina. One of Jason's friends introduced the two and they hit it off. I had to admit, it was a good pairing. They pushed each other.
After they moved in together, I would still occasionally sleep over at their apartment if Jason and I had been hanging out.
One night, after the three of us had been watching a movie, I decided to head to bed early. I slinked off to the guest room and fell asleep quickly. A few hours later, I woke up. I could hear something. I listened intently.
It was definitely Jenna. It was a higher pitched sound, muffled through the walls.
I got up and quietly walked to the wall that separated the guest room from the master bedroom. As I approached, the sounds became clearer.
"Oh fuck Jason, yes, fuck me. Oh fuck yes!!!" came the moans.
I froze, my heart beating.
I had heard so many stories about Jason fucking girls, but had never been this close to it happening. My little cock stirred in my boxers.
I listened more closely.
"Fuck ya girl, take my big cock," Jason was saying. Jenna moaned loudly in response, obviously enjoying taking her boyfriend's cock.
I reached down between my legs and started rubbing myself. I couldn't help it. The sound of my crush having sex was so arousing. I could imagine him saying these naughty things to me.
I had to see more.
If I stepped outside the bedroom, I knew there was a chance I could get caught. But it was a risk I was willing to take. I figured, at worst, that I could plead ignorance and say that I was going to the bathroom.
Quietly as I could, I crept over to the door and opened it gently, stepping into the hall.
The door to their bedroom was slightly ajar. Closed enough that I was largely concealed from their view, but open enough that I could see some of what was happening inside. I peered through, happy that the moonlight was bright tonight.
Jenna was riding Jason. She was wearing a pink ballerina outfit, complete with frilly skirt. Jason had his hands around her waist, holding her firmly as she bounced up and down on his cock.
"Fuck me Jason. Fuck my pussy. Oh fuck yes baby!" Jenna purred, gyrating herself on her boyfriend.
"Take it, slut. Take that Daddy cock," Jason replied. I could see him thrusting quickly, ploughing into her pussy.
"Oh fuck yes, your my Daddy!" Jenna moaned.
I reached down and grabbed my erect cock and started to stroke, pushing my boxers down.
As I watched my friend fuck his girlfriend hard, I stroked my little cock frantically, imagining it was me in the bedroom, dressed in that pink outfit, being ravaged by this handsome hunk.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum baby girl. You want Daddy's cum?" Jason grunted.
"Yes, give me that cum Daddy!"
My eyes rolled back as I felt my own orgasm building. As I listened to Jason moan out in pleasure as he shot his load, I did the same. My cum shot out and splattered on the carpet. I put my forearm in my mouth to stifle the gasp of pleasure.
As I regained control of my breathing. I realized that the couple were starting to move around. Scared that they would notice me, or worse come out into the hall to go to the bathroom, I quickly retreated into the guest room and back under the covers.
As I lay there, my heart was still pounding. The orgasm I had just had was possibly the best of my life. I had been so close to my fantasy: hearing Jason actually fucking someone, hearing his dirty words, and the sound of his moans as he came. All of it helped flush out the dream I had masturbated to so many times. It was probably the closest I would ever come to that fantasy. But for that night, it was more than enough...
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A few weeks later, my phone buzzed while I was in class. It was a Friday afternoon and I was already starting to zone out of the lecture. It was Jason.
"Hey man, Jenna is away at a performance this weekend. Want to come crash at my place tonight?"
I hadn't slept over at Jason's since the incident that night. Remembering it instantly made me hard again, and I crossed my legs under the desk to hide my embarrassment.
"Ya man," I replied, "I'll head over when I'm done class at 5:30."
In no time, I was over. The evening progressed as it normally did. We had pizza, drank a few beers, played video games, and talked.
At around 1AM, I could tell that Jason was a bit buzzed and was getting tired.
"The one thing that sucks when you have a steady girlfriend is that when she goes out of town you can't just find another girl to fuck," he said drunkenly, nursing his beer.
"Ha! Missing your girl already? It's only been a day!" I replied.
"Evan, you have no idea. Jenna was busy rehearsing all week and was too tired to fuck whenever she got home. I've been so horny but she wouldn't so much as give me a handjob...girls, ugh," he sighed.
I laughed and grabbed the remote as the tv show we were watching finished. I started flipping through the options on Netflix, settling on something else.
