I'd only been living with Oliver for one year. We were best friends when we were five, but due to a divorce and move, courtesy of my parents, I ended up living in a different country for 15 years. Then I came back, just for a visit, just for the week. Then Oli told me about his previous roommate moving out and how he needed someone soon and boom, I was moved in.
Then came his birthday.
I had stayed up early to set up a couple of things in the apartment. My father and I have a tradition where, on our birthday, we bake a cake the night before then at midnight we eat as much of it as we can. And, with this being Oli's 21st birthday, I bought copious amounts of alcohol for him to try and find 'his drink.'
The morning came and, waiting in my room, I could hear Oli getting up. "Oh, hell yeah!" he yelled when he saw his presents. I walked out of my room and was stunned to find Oli's naked body running full force at me.
He embraced me and my body reflexively returned the hug. I clung to his large torso, feeling every muscle on his back. In a prolonged second, I felt Oli's morning wood press against my boxers. My dick jolted at the invasive introduction. When thought returned to me I pulled back.
"What are you doing?" I asked a bit louder than I wanted.
"Thanking you, today's gonna be great, Terry," he said.
"No, Oliver, why are you hugging me naked? Why are you naked at all?"
"Oh, right, I'm so used to it just being my dad and me for my birthday," he walked down the hallway from my room to the kitchen when his presents rested. "It's a bit of a tradition I started when I learned that babies were born naked. Kind of a 'naked I came into this world' thing. I've spent every birthday I can remember naked."
His words made me a bit confused when suddenly I realized my eyes were fixing on the tan lines of his ass. A smile creept up on my face and I had to shake it away to focus.
Oli dug his finger into the cake frosting, "My old roommate," he sucked the frosting off. "Was off working at the summer camp around this time. Ya know, the one my mom started."
I did not know; I was learning a lot this day. But I nodded and forced my eyes to remain above his waist.
"I'm just so used to being with my dad or by myself on this day, I kind of forgot," he finished.
"Okay, I mean, I guess it was just a shock to see...you fully. It's been a year and we've never even jerked off together," I replied.
Oli's eyes lit up, "Let's do it!"
"What?"
"Get naked, put on some porn, eat some cake, and drink till our livers' content "
Before I could speak Oli was off; I caught myself looking at his ass again. He went into his room and came back with a stack of DVDs. "Oli?"
"Come on, Terry, it's been so long, and honestly if you hadn't moved we would have most likely been jerking off together for years now, plus you've already seen me naked, what's a little cum." Brushing me off he placed a DVD in our player and started it up. "Now take off your clothes."
"No, man. This is strange, I'm still learning about this new you and new me, this may be a bit too fast—"
My rant was interrupted by a frosting covered finger entering my open mouth. I clamped down on Oli's finger as it slowly left my lips. My breathing intensified as I could feel my heart pounding.
"C'mon, Terry," Oli said. "We're friends, nothing can change that."
With a strong rush of reassurance, I took off my shirt. Oli smiled and went over to our couch, a ratty, brown-leather monstrosity we had to put multiple blankets over for it to be comfortable.
I grabbed the closest bottle I could reach and brought it over. I handed it to him and pulled down my boxers. To my surprise, and Oli's as well, I was already hard. A big, tanned skinned, penis hung low and stiff right in Oli's eye line.
