"You're looking a bit pink now, cutie!"
I jumped, surprised at the sudden voice. "Fuck! Don't scare me like that, Lee."
"I told you I was just going to be a minute, dude. I thought you said you wanted something to drink."
My friend tromped out into the backyard, giving me a second to look him over as he approached. His tank top exposed bare, shiny arms with just a bit of flex in the muscle as he hoisted a pair of gatorades. For a second my eyes lingered on his khaki shorts, imagining I could see his package straining underneath them. Fuck. Don't think that.
"You sure you're not going to burn?" Lee checked, squinting in the bright sunlight.
"It doesn't matter. I can't tan without burning a little first," I responded grumpily, shifting in my chair. He was right, of course—my pale skin was looking a bit pinker despite the suntan lotion I'd rubbed on. "And who said you could call me 'cutie?'"
Lee flashed a smile. "Somehow you look even more like a girl with your top off. I feel dirty just looking at you."
Instinctively my hands went to my chest, covering my nipples. "Stop!" I warned, feeling a familiar bit of heat leap to my cheeks. "I told you I wanted to get more manly. You said you'd help."
"Guys don't usually need to cover their nipples."
"Lee!"
"Okay, okay!" He laughed, cracking open a gatorade. "But I wouldn't have agreed to tan with you if I didn't get the chance to tease you. I definitely don't need it."
Judging by his gleaming brown arms, he was right. Still, I knew deep down that I didn't just want to hang out with him like normal. The events of the past few weeks kept swirling around my head, over and over. It would flash into my head during class and I'd get instantly hard and struggle to hide it for the next miserable thirty minutes. At night I couldn't sleep because of all the dirty thoughts about Lee, and it only stopped when I jerked off to the memory of us in the bath together.
This sucked. I watched my friend as he settled into the chair next to me, readjusting his shorts around his thick package. Nngh. I bit my lip. I was actually into him, wasn't I? How could I suddenly be so gay? I had a problem. When I'd learned my mom was going to be out of the house today I'd practically begged him to come over.
It was embarrassing to be an adult but not out of the house yet, especially since Lee already had his own place and his own job. I felt like I was sneaking around in some kind of secretive relationship. And why did I want him over so bad? Was it to 'get more manly?' I thought I wanted that, but every time I let my mind wander it conjured up an image of his body—and it wasn't jealousy I felt.
God, I was so horny. After all, Lee was the one who'd said we'd go further and hadn't delivered. I was practically desperate at this point. I couldn't even jerk off to girls anymore, not with the new possibility of real sex with somebody. With him.
"Do you want a drink or not?"
I flinched, remembering that Lee was right beside me. "Yeah, I guess," I muttered.
He tossed the bottle and it landed in my lap, smacking against my semi-hard dick. "Ow!" I winced. I hadn't even realized that I was starting to get hard, but I knew it was just from being around this asshole. Shit.
"Is your dick still a little sensitive? I didn't beat it up that bad, did I?"
My mouth popped open. "B-beat it up?! We... we... that wasn't what happened!"
Lee raised an eyebrow at me, his lip curling with a slight smile. "No? I remember you screaming a whole lot. I'm just glad your mom was out of the house or she might have checked on us."
I knew I was blushing now. "Seriously? Did you come here just to talk about last week? You're so perverted, Lee. We never even should have done that. It was so fucking weird."
"No? You could've backed out at any time. Cumming on you cost me a hundred bucks, remember? I bet that you wouldn't take a full bath with me. Not only did you, but you spent an extra half-hour in there scrubbing my cum off," he reminded me gleefully.
Shit! I knew I shouldn't have told him about the cleanup. Yes, he'd cum on me-but I had cum on myself too. Getting us both off like that was the only way to stop myself from doing something... something worse. And it was still the gayest moment of my life.
"Yeah, well, it still cost you a hundred," I finally squeaked, my retort undercut by that damn feminine tone that always crept into my voice when I talked to him. "You deserved it. I needed to show you that you're not always the boss of me."
"By letting me spank you, and calling me 'daddy?' Sure, dude."
"Fuck," I mumbled, letting him know that I didn't have an answer for that. I'd fucking humiliated myself for hours. He probably remembered all of it.
My best friend stretched and rested his hands on his hair, surveying the afternoon blissfully. "So now you want to be a tough guy like me, huh? You want to tan. Are you finally going to start working out more, too?"
I wiped at the suntan lotion on my bare stomach, distracted. "Maybe. If it means you'll get off my ass." I couldn't help the phrasing. Maybe I was doing it on purpose.
"I don't know, man. Being a little slut kind of suits you. Like, you're perfect for it."
"S-stop," I snapped, heat washing over me. "I don't want to say that stuff again. Or do any of that gay stuff."
"Like kissing my dick?"
I met his gaze and quickly looked away. "Y-yeah. That." A quiver ran through me. He totally remembered everything.
"If you're a changed man you've got to prove it, buddy. Beat me at something and maybe I'll take you seriously. 'Til then, I think of you as my slutty bitch."
I let out a snort of frustration. "Keep pushing it, Lee! Just 'cause you're this big dick guy doesn't mean you've got me in everything. I could still take you. In—in a fight!" I added hurriedly, flushing.
He sat up, an incredulous smile on his face. "You? You could beat me in a fight?"
"Don't look so shocked," I protested. "Muscles aren't everything in a brawl. Especially if you use your opponent's size against them."
Lee rolled his eyes. "Look who's been watching Bruce Lee. If it's wrestling, I could pin you in thirty seconds, my friend. Guaranteed."
"No way." My stomach was squirming, making me feel queasy. I was getting myself into trouble again. But I couldn't help it—I was getting excited. My heart was starting to beat a little faster. If I could just feel his body on me a little more...
Lee got up from his chair and stepped onto the grass, doing an exaggerated stretch. "You are too easy, man. You want to bet on this?"
My hand went to my groin, crinkling the hundred dollar bill I had tucked into the waistband of my briefs. Fuck, why did I still have it? There was a lot you could buy with this money. But no, secretly I was hoping to use it again. That we'd make some stupid bet like this.
"A hundred?"