This fictional series is about a bisexual man who has loved his straight best friend since early childhood. If you are looking solely for sex, this series may not be right for you because although there is sex, love is the dominating theme. I love hearing from my fans and any feedback is greatly appreciated. Let me know if you want to read more and I will continue writing this series if there is enough interest. Thank you and I hope you enjoy my story.
This chapter is for all of my fans that supported me throughout the four and a half years I have been writing on this site. Thank you for all of your feedback, support, and friendship; it means more to me than you will ever know.
All sexual encounters mentioned in my story involved people who are (or were) 18 years of age or older at the time.
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"Your mom sure knows how to make lasagna."
Skylar laughed. "You say that every time you eat it!"
"Well it's fuckin' delicious!" I exclaimed with a laugh.
We ate our supper in his bedroom while watching the movie "Taken" and now that the movie was over we discussed the supper we had while the movie's credits were playing. "She's got this secret ingredient she uses for the sauce."
"What's the ingredient?"
"If I told you I would have to kill you," Skylar stated, and to my surprise he grabbed me into a playful headlock.
Ever since I blew him about four months ago he started making a habit of not making physical contact with me—except for when I gave him more blowjobs. We used to give each other hugs and do all sorts of other physical contact stuff but ever since the first blowjob other sorts of physical contact has been minimal.
"Hey!" I protested, trying to break free of the headlock—I wasn't having much luck. "Fine, you win. Mercy."
"I win again!" He exclaimed triumphantly, releasing me from the headlock but instead of letting me go he surprised me yet again and moved his arms down and embraced me from behind. I leaned back into his embrace and after about ten seconds he laid his cheek on the top of my head.
We just continued sitting on his bed in the embrace for a few more minutes. "I miss this," I told him.
He pulled away and I had to fight every instinct in my body to go back into his arms. "I—I do too," he said with a blush.
"Why have we stopped doing stuff like that?"
"You know why."
"I know why but I guess I don't fully understand it. I don't want it to be like this."
"Nobody is forcing you to suck my dick, you know. We can stop doing it if you that is what you want."
"I want to keep doing it," I said with a deep blush then added, "I just don't want the stuff we used to do like hugging to be impacted by it—do you want me to stop doing it?"
It was his turn to blush. "No," he admitted.
"I guess I will keep sucking your cock then," I said awkwardly.
"I just don't know if you should. You are my best friend and separating myself from you like I have been isn't anything personal it is just something I feel like I need to do in order to not fuck up our friendship."
"I can't both hug you and blow you? That doesn't make sense."
"Can we not talk about this anymore please? At least not right now?"
"We don't need to talk about it right now."
"Thanks. I'm going to run these dishes downstairs and put them in the dishwasher but first I'm going to get rid of this bulky thing," he said, taking his sweatshirt off and placing it on the bed (he still had a muscle shirt on), then he grabbed the plates and walked out of his bedroom.
I grabbed the sweatshirt he had worn and brought it up to my nose and took a whiff. God, it smelt so good! It smelt just like him, and I loved his scent more than any other smell. I buried my nose as deep into his sweatshirt as I could (this time towards where his armpit had been) and took an even bigger whiff and I smelt his intoxicating scent and it smelt so good I couldn't hold back a moan.
"Are you smelling my sweatshirt?" Skylar's voice inquired.
I jumped and my face turned beet red. I have never been so embarrassed in my life! I just got caught red-handed sniffing his sweatshirt while simultaneously moaning.
Skylar had an amused face on but the look in his eyes held a dark hunger. He set the plates he had meant to put in the dishwasher down and said, "I forgot the cups and instead of making the extra trip I decided to come back for them and that is when I walked in on you sniffing and moaning on my sweatshirt." He went to the door and locked it. "If just smelling my sweatshirt does that much to you, it makes me wonder what other stuff might do," and with a wicked grin, he took off his muscle shirt and tossed it on the ground.
I stared at his sexy upper body and Skylar started flexing all the muscles in his upper body. Abs, biceps, pectorals, you name it, he flexed, all while keeping those dark, sexy eyes on me watching my reaction. He put his hand on his chest and very slowly ran it down his body until he reached the button on his jeans. He snapped the button on his jeans open and slowly unzipped his jeans. In a speed that surprised me, he stripped out of his jeans and I could se his semi-hard cock stretching his boxers.
"If you want more you need to ask for it."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"If you want to see my cock you need to ask for it, otherwise this is as much as you are going to see."
I flushed and looked at his body, and then I looked at the clothed cock concealed by his boxers. Fuck, I wanted to see it (and taste it) so much. "I want to see your penis."
"That wasn't so hard, now was it...pardon the pun," he said with a grin and lowered his boxers and his cock sprung out. He kicked off his boxers and started jerking off and I watched intently.
Skylar closed his eyes and lowered his left hand to his gigantic, low hanging balls and started fondly them and continued stroking his cock in front of me. He groaned and opened his eyes and smiled at the lust that must be so transparent in my eyes. "The way you look at me makes me feel like I am the sexiest man alive."
"You are."
He grinned and walked up to me. It looks like he finally will let me touch him. I reached out but he pinned my wrists against the wall. "No Kyle, just stand there and look cute as fuck. I do all the touching."
Skylar reached down and grabbed my groin. I gasped and he laughed. "Looks like I am not the only hard one here. Let's take a look, shall we?" He unbuttoned my pants and lowered my pants and boxers to my knees and grabbed my cock and started stroking. I groaned.
"I am never going to ask when I am going to do something to your body, I am simply going to do what I want with you. Can you accept that?"
