It was a fact that I never had done anything gay, before Jeff. I didn't even know where to begin. I wasn't even interested enough to look it up on the internet. But curiosity eventually won in my case.
My name is Daniel, and Jeff is my friend. We met in college. He was a tall black dude who was interested in medical school just like I was. We more specifically met in a library, when we both tried to get the same fiction book about zombies, and there was only one piece.
I agreed to let him take it, but he insisted on it. And I insisted on getting his Facebook, because he seemed a nice guy and when I finished the book, I could give it to him. That was how our friendship was born.
A year later, and we are inseparable. I knew his place as much as I knew mine. We spent a lot of time together. Specifically, we binged zombie movies. Those binges were very bonding experiences.
And then, there was the time when we took bonding to the next level.
So there we were on his place, a tight little apartment close to the university. A couch and a TV were all we needed. Jeff, as usual, had no shirt on. He sometimes insisted that I took mine off too so he wouldn't be alone. I always took it as a joke. He had a lot of those.
That time we were going to binge watch a very famous TV series about zombies. We loved that show and rewatched it regularly.
Since Jeff was shirtless, it was important to note that his body impressed me. Always had. I never could really hide that from him. I felt jealous of how good he looked, he had style, confidence and had a six packed belly. Why didn't I hate him? Because I liked him. And he liked me.
Jeff held my arm and pushed me to the couch. "You relax, Imma get the sodas." He put his arms on his thighs and looked down on me. "Seriously, just take off your shirt too. Please? Don't be shy."
"Thanks, man," I said.
Sometimes the way he looked at me made me wonder. I couldn't help but imagine things. My heart would beat faster, and I would try to relax, to stop the thoughts from happening. I was always under him on my thoughts. That made me uncomfortable, but also aroused. It was so confusing.
Again, I attributed everything to my wild imagination and curiosity. But Jeff was... very handsome.
I took off my shirt.
Don't be shy, he said.
I am shy, yes, but what the hell, I wasn't shy with Jeff for a long time now.
I took off my short trousers. Now, I was almost naked, if not for my grey boxer briefs. I was smaller than Jeff, but still buffed by constant gym activities. That was why I was jealous. He didn't seem to work very hard for his great body.
And then a thought...
Hey, maybe he was one of those black guys who enjoyed whites...
I felt a bit weird, but good weird. Exciting weird.
My cock actually grew and I tried desperately to make it smaller, even going to the extent of pinching it until it hurt, but that just seemed to indulge my cock even further.
I was about to put on my shorts again, nervously looking at the entrance to the living room, when Jeff came in. He looked at me and instantly I knew he had seen my bulge.
But he pretended not to see. He pretended not to see my blushing too.
"Let's do this." He gave me a soda and sat down next to me. He slapped my leg lightly, then gave it a squeeze and smiled at me.
The first few episodes were just nostalgic. I was getting more comfortable by the minute, and so was Jeff. We talked and talked, giving opinions about the scenes and giving it a score of zero to ten to each one.
Jeff was inclined to the rough side of the morality of the characters. He disagreed with me about a lot of things, his beliefs heavily set on the survival of the fittest. I thought that no matter the situation, what made stories and characters great was the attachment to humanity and hope.
"Come on, man, that's bullshit" he said. "When things get hard, everybody just thinks about themselves."
"That's why I think that the hardest way is also the best. Holding on to humanity."
He shook his head.
"That's not what I'm saying. You have to be the toughest to protect the ones you love. Otherwise you die. What is the worth of being good if you're dead?"
"What is the worth of being evil if you're dead?" I asked. "If you die, you die. But those who are alive have much to gain by being good people. Now, I'm not saying that there is such a thing as only good people and bad people. Your choices can be good or evil, and those who can survive and make choices that are good are the ones we all love, no matter how tough you pretend to be."
That shut his mouth for a few moments, and there was an awkward silence.
"I'm not saying I don't like good people. I just think that sometimes being too good is also being naive. And you get yourself and those you are protecting killed."
"Of course. I don't disagree. But most of the time there are a lot of smart and good choices to make. And a lot of weak man think that they are choosing the only option, that's what they tell themselves at least, so they can do something horrific and still sleep at night. That's bullshit."
Jeff stared at me. He shrugged and made a face that made me laugh.
"Damn. You are actually changing my mind. You devil." He laughed too, and slapped my leg. I hissed with the pain. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." Jeff rubbed my leg. "It's getting red. Man, come on, that's because you're too white. It wasn't even that hard."
I complained dramatically, and Jeff kept rubbing my leg. Then I smiled at him innocently and turned to the TV. I pretended that nothing was happening as his hand kept touching me, massaging me in a place that wasn't too far from my groin.
"Feeling better?" He asked.
"Not really."
He laughed and kept rubbing, gently.
"Congrats on those legs, man." He squeezed my leg like it was something he really longed for, and my cock jolted as if it had been squeezed instead.
"Thanks, bro." I said. "I like yours too."
"Yeah?" he said. "Is that why you are so hard on yourself." He said.
I laughed.
"Damn, you're good."
Jeff's left hand made a trip from my knee to the edge of my boxers, provoking my leg hair to stand up. I enjoyed the contrast between his black skin on my pale whiteness, which was reddening because of his rough touch.
I bit my lip. He saw it, and instantly rose his busy hand to my lips.
"We both know where this is going, right?"
"Man, I don't know..." I said. My heart was raced up both by excitement and nervousness. But it was difficult to differentiate.
One thing was certain, both my mind and cock were okay to let him touch my lips like I was ready to suck the big cock that was showing through his shorts.
"Fuck that. There's nobody here, nothing to lose. Only you and me. Right?"
I nodded. I smiled shyly.
"Come here," he said. He patted his legs, and I cringed.
"Really?"
"It's only you and me."
I moved slowly, even before he stopped talking. His hand reached for my ass. I sat down both on his hand and on his leg. There the fact that he was bigger than me seemed way more obvious, I felt super small.
