Things had been going pretty great. With the absolute shit the past couple of weeks have been, I was happy to finally get some relief from that non stop itch in my ass.
Since that Friday night, Sammy had been awesome with helping me out. Whenever I'd get an itch, I'd just text him, and he'd get over to my ass ASAP. I knew Sammy was always busy with studying or helping out at his mom's restaurant, so I was so grateful I had a best bro that would drop everything to come help me. And I was even more grateful that Sammy didn't seem to mind sticking his dick in my ass to satisfy that fucking itch.
I thought that woulda made things weird or awkward between us. I mean, come on, what kind of bro would be OK with sticking their dick in their other bro? And he took all the stuff about me leaking that lube-like stuff from my ass and the itch calmly. It made me feel like I was less of a freak. That I was gonna be OK.
But Sammy was the same around me as he always was. Yeah, sometimes he could be a little too touchy feely, and he liked to mess with me, but I knew Sammy always had my back. Case in point, even though he was in AP Calc, here he was in study hall trying to help me understand fucking remedial algebra.
Sammy would check my work and try to explain how to get the right solution to me, but it just went way over my head. How come I could memorize and understand baseball stats and plays, but this stuff was such a challenge? Honestly, I was a little jealous of Sammy. Not only was he smooth and handsome as fuck, getting all the chicks eating out of his hand, he was also smart and a natural leader. Sometimes I didn't know what he got out of hanging out with me. Wasn't I just holding him back?
"Yooooooo, Earth to Luke!" Sammy chuckled next to me, waving his hand in front of my face.
I sat up straight, realizing that I had been staring at Sammy pretty hard for however long. Damn, I guess sometimes I got a little lost admiring Sammy's looks. He was taller than me, and in damn good shape, but leaner. His black hair was always done up in this amazing quiff. His face was classically handsome, dude could have been a model if he wanted to, with his bushy, thick eyebrows, high cheekbones, and plump lips. I wonder what his lips felt like, they seemed pretty soft? Some of the girls Sammy's dated must know...
Wait, was that a weird thing to think?
"Dude, if you think any harder smoke will come out of your ears." Sammy slapped my shoulder, startling me out of my daze.
"Sorry man, this stuff is just way too hard for me. I'm pretty braindead right now. Don't you got a shit ton of other homework to do? You should work on your own stuff." Sammy flashed me a little smile and shrugged, then leaned over to grab his AP Calc textbook from his bag. He pulled out his reading glasses, which would normally make him look nerdy, but for some reason they looked trendy as fuck on him.
"Alright, fine, but let me know if you need any help." Sammy dove into his homework. Man, I wish I could be more like him. School has never come easily to me. Looking at Sammy now, with his thick eyebrows furrowed together in deep concentration, he had this whole "future college professor vibe" going for him. Man, no wonder he cleaned up so well with the chicks. I've never even had a girlfriend 'cause I've just never clicked with a girl, but all the other guys on the team, including Sammy, seem to just plow through chick after chick, always talking about tits and ass. Well, when they weren't talking about my ass.
I looked over again. Sammy's eyebrows were so tightly knit together that it looked like he had a unibrow. He always got like this when he was stressed or studying. But Sammy had nothing to worry about, I knew more than anyone that whatever it was, he got this. I brought my fingers in front of his face, Sammy so deep in concentration he didn't even notice, and then flicked his forehead, snapping him out of his haze.
"Calm down, bro, if you think any harder smoke will come out of your ears!" I volleyed back his own comment with a smirk. Sammy cracked a huge grin and let out a quick laugh. "What's going on?"
"Luke, man, I'm just stressed. Huge calc exam is coming up, and my parents keep hounding me about being valedictorian." Sammy let out a sigh, his shoulders heavy with stress. Sammy had this weird thing where he had this amazing cocky self-confidence most of the time, but every once in a while he'd get so down and hard on himself. I hated seeing him like that.
"Bro, listen, you got this. How about we hang after school? Get your mind off things, some stress relief."
Sammy raised his eyebrow at me. "Oh yeah? That kind of stress relief?"
I didn't know what he meant by that kind, maybe he was talking about our usual hang out pizza, beers, and video games, but whatever it was I was down if it would help Sammy unwind.
"Yeah, bro. Anything you want." I flashed him a reassuring smile, and he responded with a huge grin.
"Fuck, Micucci, what would I do without you..."
"C'mon, man, let's bro-hug it out." I pulled Sammy into a hug, wrapping my beefy arms around his strong capped shoulders. Man, Sammy was taller and leaner than me but his body was hard. I wonder if the girls he'd been with liked his smaller frame compared to mine... sometimes I felt like I was too big all over, not just my ass, and was a little jealous of Sammy. I was a little on the shorter side, but Sammy looked like he belonged on a runway.
I untensed my muscles to let out of the hug, but Sammy kept on holding on for some reason. Maybe he was spacing out again. "Duuuude lemme go! Can't. Breathe," I joked. Sammy pulled away from me and had another serious face again. I stared back at him,wondering what was on his mind... even though we were best buds, sometimes I had no idea what he was thinking. I think his mysterious vibe added to his charm. But looking at him like this, man, I totally get it. I guess normally people would say brown eyes are boring, but Sammy's just seem to pull you in.
Sammy leaned forward until he was just a couple inches away from my face, not breaking eye contact with me. He had this expression on his face, like the same one the first time after he helped me out with my problem. He never did say what he wanted to tell me that night... If he leaned forward just a little bit more, our noses would touch, and even further than that our lips...
Uh, I mean.
"No homo!" I blurted out, then tried to cover it with a laugh and slapped him on the shoulder a bit to wake him out of whatever mood he was in. "Damn, so serious dude!"
Sammy stiffened up and looked down for a second, wiping off that serious expression and coming back up in a wide grin, which seemed kinda forced. "Yeah, you're right man. I gotta take it easy, stressing like this is gonna give me wrinkles. Hey, I'm gonna grab a drink, want anything?"
