My buddy Evan came to my apartment last night. We were hanging out - it was a Friday night, not much going on.
Evan and I have known each other for years, since college. I am gay. I always figured he was straight but never homophobic. I don't pry when it comes to some matters. We liked each other a lot then, and still do now. We met during an art class, connected, and kept in touch after the class ended and we had both graduated. Us going to the same urban campus university, we lived fairly close.
He knew I was gay, but I'm not flamboyant about it. I do, however, have a navel fetish -- a thing for guys showing off their bellybuttons, usually from under crop-top shirts, but shirtless or shirts unbuttoned to the navel were just as arousing for me. It's not something I've ever brought up with him, partly out of respect for his boundaries, but also because he (along with many others) probably wouldn't "get" it. It's been my finding that the rare times I've mentioned I have a thing for guys with their navels showing, the reaction is a kind of confused disbelief ("How can you find...those...sexy?").
Evan was athletic, certainly more than me. He's always been into running. He's done 5K and 10K races and runs for exercise and stress relief. In our warm-climate city he has no compunctions about donning a crop-top and hitting the streets or the jogging trail, even if it's chilly out, which still surprises me to this day.
Evan's navel is my favorite kind -- a deep, long, oval, "slit" innie, a perfect vertical line on the front of his belly and lithe runner's form. This kind of navel is very rare on guys, so when I see a guy who has one, I lust for him pretty hard. I always craved it sexually -- I wanted to touch it, feel it, kiss it, even come on it. But I never made implicit or explicit overtures to Evan to that effect. I might playfully poke his side or back, but I never touched his actual navel even though I always wanted to.
The weather outside wasn't great this particular Friday night. It had been cloudy all day, the winds were kicking up, and it looked like it might start pouring down buckets any second. Evan wasn't jazzed on driving home in a flash flood situation. Neither of us had plans for Saturday, so he asked if he could stay over. Interestingly, we'd never slept over at each others' places before.
I said he could, but added that I didn't have a separate bed. I had a queen-size bed that was large enough for two full-sized guys like the two of us. He said he was fine with that, to my inward delight. I also cautioned him that I slept mostly naked -- just briefs. He said he was fine with that, also. He said he often slept in crop-tops and undershorts. He was wearing a red crop-top and briefs at that moment. It was pretty fucking hot the way he looked.
We got in my bed, the nightstand light casting a dim light to the room. As I was about to reach for the nightstand light to turn it off, he reached with his hand, putting it on mine to stop me.
"Hey, um, can we try something?" he asked, a little bit cautiously.
"Sure," I said. "What's up?"
"Um...can you massage my stomach? Like, my bellybutton?"
Unsure of how uncomfortable he was venturing this, I responded in a tone that made it sound like it was no big deal.
"Sure, no worries."
He lay on his back on the bed, cradling his head with his arms up and his hands behind his head. His stomach was perfectly flat, save the gentle rising and falling of his belly. With his arms up, his navel was even a little more elongated than usual, which made me very hard.
I started gently rubbing my index and middle fingers in his innie as he lay face up in the dim light. His navel felt so soft, so warm, so good. Evan had no body hair, no blemishes -- a midriff that would make even some females envious. The lower edge of his red crop-top rode about three inches above his bellybutton, framing it beautifully.
I used a series of gentle, oval strokes, occasionally pressing down into the deepest part of his innie, loving the softness of its interior.
"How's that feel?" I asked.
His eyes were shut, enjoying it. "Really, really good...please don't stop."
I could feel my penis nearly throbbing now; I'm sure I was leaking precum. I was taking in this scene in my mind -- a hot, straight guy who was always chill and nonchalant, who I liked a lot and who really liked me, sharing my bed, and letting me massage him, on my favorite body part on a guy.
Evan broke the silence.
"I've never told anyone this, but I have a sensitive bellybutton."
"Interesting," I responded, continuing my no-big-deal vibe.
"The main reason I wear crop-tops so much," he continued, "is that I love the feeling of air currents, of anything on my bellybutton. It makes me want to come something fierce."
I continued fingering his navel, listening to him, laser focus gaze on his innie.
"When I'm jerking off at my place, I'll sometimes finger my bellybutton. But...I wanted to see what it felt like to have someone I know do it..."
"I'm flattered you chose me," I said back. "How come you've never gotten a navel piercing or ring?"
