To read about the events leading up to this story, please check out A Happy Birthday, Anytime Lisa and Riding With the Devil. Or start here, see if I care.
Needless to say, this is fantasy indulgence, and shouldn't be taken as anything more serious than words on a screen for you to masturbate to (should you wish; I don't think it's mandatory). Thank you for reading, and I'd love your feedback!
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When I got to Josh's house, the first thing I noticed was that there were no cars in the driveway. That meant his parents were both gone, since they had two cars and Josh's dad used the garage as a workout room. I jogged down the steep path to their front door and let myself in without knocking.
"Hey," Josh deadpanned as I rounded the corner into their living room. He was sitting on the couch, wearing an old t-shirt, loose workout shorts, and socks, staring at the tv across from him as if it were turned on. He didn't even look at me when I came in. I knew something was wrong as soon as I got Josh's call asking me to come over, but now I knew it was serious.
"What's up?" I asked. "Where're your parents?"
Josh still didn't look up. Whatever he was pretending to be watching must have been riveting. "They went out. They'll be gone for a while."
I took that as an invitation to sit. A little lump of dread started to knot my stomach. "Yeah?"
"I hope they never come back," Josh said. "Or maybe I should leave before they get back."
"What? What do you mean? Josh, what happened?"
This time he did look at me, and I could see that my best friend was absolutely petrified. "We, um...we got caught."
"Who? You and Britany?" Britany was Josh's girlfriend, a little spunky thing with pigtails and a butt about the size of a volleyball. She was so tiny I could lift her with one arm wrapped around her tummy, which came in handy when she, Josh and I would sneak out to the underpass behind school for a lunchtime fuck session. I had many fond memories of the feel of Josh's dick rubbing against mine as we filled her up completely, and the secret grin she invariably wore for the rest of the day.
"No," Josh said, "Yeah. But worse that that. It's...I don't know what to say."
"You said they won't be home for a while?"
"I hope not. As soon as Dad gets back, I'm a dead man."
"Okay, well, tell me what happened. Start at the beginning."
Josh seemed to debate for a moment, then nodded sadly. As he took a second to put his thoughts in order, I wondered what I could possibly do to help. After all, Josh's parents were his parents, and I was just his friend from down the street. Still, I wanted to do whatever I could for him. Josh sighed and started to talk, once again avoiding looking at me.
"Well, Brit and I were fooling around this morning."
"And you didn't call me?"
Josh chuckled despite himself. I was happy to see he was still capable of smiling.
"Maybe I should have. Maybe then none of this stuff would have happened. But I figured you'd be getting ready for the party, and I didn't want to...I don't know, bug you I guess."
All at once the events of that morning leapt to the front of my mind: finding my Mom and cousin having sex in my parents' room, getting caught watching them, somehow--I still couldn't believe it--ending up with my tongue inside my cousin's asshole and my cock pushing at the back of my Mom's throat. I had the powerful urge to tell Josh all about it, but realized that now was hardly the time. I settled on, "yeah, the party."
Josh seemed to be remembering his morning too; the good part of it. His eyes took on a distant, but happier glisten, and his voice stopped being cold and flat and became the conspiratorial jumble I was used to.
"She was really horny, man. I mean, you should have seen her. She woke me up by sucking on it, and she wouldn't even let me get a shower or anything--"
"Wait, she slept over? Your Dad okay with that?"
"Dad was at work. Mom had something at the club, so it was just me, Brit and Ryan, but he was still sleeping."
Ryan was Josh's younger brother. Because of an accident when he was little, he was mentally handicapped, and mute. But he seemed happy enough, and he followed Josh around like a baby chick.
"Anyway, before I was even awake really Brit was riding me, doing that thing where she sits on you facing the other way and leans all the way forward."
"I love that thing," I smiled.
"Yeah," he went on, picking up speed, painting me a picture, "so I'm like, barely conscious and all I see are the little soles of her feet and her hands spreading her ass open, slamming onto me like she'd been at it for an hour."
I could imagine the sensation. When Britney got wet enough and folded herself just so, her pussy became the tightest, slickest thing I'd ever been in. I thought of Josh's thick length slipping up into that bald little cunt, and felt my own penis jerk in delight. Glancing down, I could see Josh was getting aroused as well; a snake-like lump in his shorts was steadily beginning to fatten.
"She was really going crazy," Josh said, "making so much noise I was worried she'd wake Ryan up. She had me finger her ass, hold her down and choke her, fuck her throat, everything. I don't know what got into her."
"It sounds like you did," I said. Without even thinking about it, my hand was lightly groping at my crotch.
"Anyway, nothing was doing it. I mean, believe me, it was great, but she really wanted to try something new. She kept begging for more; more, harder, faster...and I was getting into it."
"I don't blame you," I said.
I can't fully explain what I did next, but I'll give it a shot.
See, I've never thought of myself as gay, and at the time I'd never had a sexual experience with another guy. But the fact is, I'd seen, and even touched Josh's dick plenty of times: while having sex with Britney, and when we were younger masturbating together to a shared scrap of magazine. Maybe gay isn't something you just are or aren't. Or maybe I just wanted to try something new, too.
All I know is, when I reached out and laid my hand lightly on Josh's stiffening dick, it seemed like the perfect thing to do. This was my best friend, and I felt totally comfortable around him. At the same time, it was a totally new sensation, and I felt the excitement of it building up inside me, making my balls twitch and my heart flutter. I'd been turned on by the sight of Josh pushing into Brit before, and now I was turned on by the thought of my own hand wrapping around that thick piece of meat.
Josh just looked at me, dumbfounded. He didn't seem shocked or offended, just incredibly, incredibly surprised.
"So what happened next?" I asked. Josh gulped, then looked down at my hand in his lap. After an agonizing moment, he slouched down into his seat, opening his legs slightly to give me full access. "Hm," he said. "Yeah, hm" I answered, and started to slowly, gently feel him out through his shorts. I wanted to savor the feel of him getting hard, and tried to make it last as long as possible. Josh's dick helped in that regard; it was so thick it often took him a few full minutes to get fully erect. I explored his shape through the fabric, my own penis hardening a little each time I felt movement in Josh's.
"Uh, well," Josh began again, "so we eventually tried doing it in the garage, on Dad's bench press. She used the weight bar to--man--to keep her legs up, almost behind her head. It was incredible. She was so tight."
