When Boston Reyes stirred awake the next morning, he found himself in his bed alone. As he laid in bed with his eyes closed, he remembered that Josh had fallen asleep in his bed with him for the first time in their dorm room. While the boys had shared a bed many times before, they had never done so when there was an open bed available and they had certainly never cuddled like they had the night before.
Boston always slept in one of the guest bedrooms at Josh's house but Boston's house was much more crowded and all the bedrooms were taken. So he always shared his queen bed with Josh instead of making him sleep on his floor or living-room couch. Considering locked doors were a no-no for Boston's parents, they always ran the risk of Boston's siblings or parents walking in so cuddling was something that never even crossed the boys' minds. Sure, they'd found themselves sleeping very close to eachother many times but never outright cuddling. Being that the dorm beds were full-size, this meant that they had even less room than they normally did in Boston's bed.
It had honestly felt nice to Boston but it still felt like some invisible line may have been crossed. He wondered if Josh had woken up in the middle of the night and gotten back in his own bed because he sensed the same thing. Soon, he heard quiet grunts coming from the floor of the bedroom and opened his eyes to find Josh doing sit ups. Josh always did several sets of sit ups, push ups and planks first thing in the morning. Boston always admired this about Josh, he seemed so disciplined and had it all together.
"It wouldn't kill you to take a day off every now and then, you know," groaned Boston as he stretched in his bed.
"Oh sorry man, I hope I didn't wake you up," grunted Josh as he continued his sit ups.
"I'm serious man, I don't understand how you don't stay sore and tired all the time," said Boston, sitting up. Boston looked over at Josh's bed which had obviously not been slept in.
"Because your body gets used to it and then it takes alot more to make you sore, I keep telling you that you wouldn't feel so beat up if you'd just work out more," replied Josh, laying flat on his back between sets.
Boston was always complaining after practice and games about soreness, particularly in his shoulders, neck and upper-back. Boston just sighed and continued laying on his back scrolling on his phone while Josh finished his workout.
"Come on man, you gotta get up! You got class in twenty minutes," said Josh once finished, clapping his hands together like Coach did when he wanted the team to jog faster during laps around the field.
Boston groaned before getting up, grabbing some clean clothes from his dresser and going to change in the bathroom. He brushed his teeth quickly, made sure his short but shaggy dark hair was the right amount of messy and soon, he was headed to class. The boys had tried to get as many classes together as they could and successfully managed to get three of five classes together. The other two classes they had were the same courses, just in different classes and today's first was one of those classes.
After Boston had gone, Josh had another twenty minutes to kill before he hinself had to go to his first class of the day. He got dressed real quick and then laid down on his bed to relax for a few minutes before class. Josh started grinning when he thought about the night before.
Josh had left the room to throw some clothes in the dryer but he turned back when he'd realized he was taking his phone out of Bluetooth range of their speaker. When he walked back into their dorm room, Boston was in the bathroom and making quite a bit of noise. Josh walked to the door to make sure he was alright and when he did, it became extremely clear that Boston was in the middle of a particularly intense orgasm. He quickly threw his phone on the bed and left before Boston knew he had been there. Josh didn't find it weird or embarrassing at all but he knew Boston would be mortified if he'd known Josh had heard him.
As he thought about this, Josh realized his own penis was hardening rapidly in his pants. He tried to coax it down because he didn't want to jack off right before class but it just wouldn't go down. The thing was just begging to be touched and there was no way Josh could walk to class with it so visibly straining his jeans. Josh unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled the front of his Jockey boxer-briefs down so that he could free his seven inch cock. It was as hard as a dense piece of wood and it almost hurt.
Josh threw his head back, slowly stroking his penis while rubbing his own abs and chest. Josh always did this, enjoying the feeling of his own body. He wasn't necessarily conceited but he definitely thought he was hot and most girls normally agreed. At first, he tried thinking about images of his past encounters with girls like he normally did when jerking off without porn. But for some reason, his mind kept going back to hearing Boston groaning in the bathroom as he masturbated.
Josh thought about what Boston's penis might look like. He thought about how big his best friend's cumshots might be. He pictured Boston getting a handjob from one of the girls he knew Boston had gotten one from. He remembered Boston's story about the first blowjob he'd ever received, the only sexual story Boston had ever really told Josh in great detail. He played it in his head like a movie, watching her gag on the dick that he couldn't quite see in his mind. He was watching her bob her head up and down in his best friends lap...until suddenly, it wasn't her blowing Boston. It was Josh sucking desperately as Boston started bucking his hips, about to unleash a massive flood of semen into his best friend's mouth.
"Uhhh oh fuck...oh fuck," gasped Josh as his orgasm suddenly started to take over. He felt a slight panic when he realized that he had not grabbed a towel or sock or anything to cum into. Just in time, he swiftly turned over onto his side so as to not cum on his shirt and shot a massive wad of his own cum onto the dark blue comforter that covered his mattress.
Once he'd come down from the orgasm he stood up, looking down at the mess he'd made. As he stood there, his still erect penis hanging over the elastic band of his underwear, he felt an odd urge to do something he'd never done before. Before he could even contemplate what he was doing, he reached down onto the comforter and scooped a small amount of his cum with two fingers before sticking them in his mouth.
Josh didn't necessarily find the taste particularly pleasant but he was surprised it wasn't nearly as bad as he always figured it would be. Once the afterglow of his orgasm faded, however, he was horrified with what he'd just done. It wasn't the tasting of his own cum that he was most disgusted with though. It was the fact he'd just had an incredible orgasm thinking about giving Boston, his best friend in the world, a blowjob.
He felt deeply shameful and guilty, as if he'd betrayed the trust of his friend. Boston was the most important person in his life, especially since he hadn't had a girlfriend in well over a year. His face burned as he thought of how uncomfortable Boston would feel if he ever knew, how violated he would feel. Boston was always a little weird about sexuality and stuff like that, he wasn't the kind of guy that typically discussed those things. If he was uncomfortable whenever Josh said something about sex with a girl, he couldn't imagine how uncomfortable he would be knowing Josh had ejaculated while imagining himself sucking him off.
The thought that he'd imagined himself giving another guy a blowjob didn't really enter into his mind, Josh didn't feel all that weird about that part. He had always appreciated an attractive guy but it never crossed his mind to be sexually involved with one. It could have been any other boy in the world that he'd masturbated to and it really wouldn't have phased him. He'd have just written it off as a moment of adolescent horniness and natural curiosity. But this wasn't any other boy, this was Boston.
It finally registered in his head that he needed to get going or he would be late to his American history class. He stuffed his still semi-erect penis back into his underwear, adjusted it so that it wasn't too obscenely visible and then buttoned and zipped his pants up. He continued beating himself up thinking about what had happened the whole walk to class but by the end of the class, it had been pushed from his mind. Replacing it was a feeling of panic as he realized he had a paper due for this class at midnight that he'd totally forgotten about. Normally, he'd be meeting Boston for an early lunch after this class but he decided he'd go back to the room and start on the paper before his next class.
Truthfully, he was kind of grateful to have an excuse to avoid Boston right now. It may not be at the forefront of his mind anymore but he was still feeling a bit of inner turmoil over the whole thing. As soon as he got back to the room, he immediately grabbed his laptop, sat down on his bed and started on his paper.
He quickly began to feel frustrated and overwhelmed by the daunting task of writing five pages on one of the founding fathers and their contributions to the formation of the country. History was so incredibly boring to him and he didn't really know how he was going to stretch this out into five pages of college-level prose and analysis. Soon, his phone went off in his pocket. His stomach lurched a little when he saw it was a text message from Boston.
"Where you at?? I'm hungry as fuck," it said.
"Forgot about the history paper due tonight, skipping lunch to start it. Sorry, meant to message you," replied Josh.
"But have you even eaten today?" asked Boston.
