Friends Forever

[Horniez]

Hey guys, it's been awhile since I even done any writing here on JUB and my last thing written was the story "Summer Vacation" which I never ended up finishing because life got the best of me and so did school. I also discovered a few things about myself as a person and about my sexuality in those past few months. Since I've been in college for these past several months I can officially say I have a renewed interest in girls making me bisexual! But now I'm back with a completely awesome new story that I hope you like. I'm hoping to post a part a day and then maybe two a day if I'll be busy the next and won't be able to post! Happy reading my fellow JUBers!

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Friends Forever


Chapter One​

I was in a haze when I woke up, dried up drool on the side of my cheek gluing me to my pillow. At least, I'm pretty sure this is my drool? I had fallen asleep in an awkward position last night and it felt like a two hundred pound weight was on my arm. I looked over to my side to see in fact there was a two hundred pound something on my arm. My best friend, Mark, had slept the night and I don't even remember him climbing into my bed. He probably got uncomfortable on the floor and when I passed out he took advantage of the situation and plopped into my bed. Dick.

How he got on top of my arm still remains a mystery. Were we cuddling? I mean, I'm pretty sure we weren't. I know that Mark knows my feelings about guy on guy relationships. To me, I would never be in one since I'm straight anyway, but fooling around once or twice won't kill you, right? Don't get me wrong I have nothing against gay people or anything, in fact I always go to pro-gay rallies and gay pride all the time with Mark. I don't mind being friends with them or anything. In fact, Mark often proves to be a great asset to me. We've fooled around hundreds of times, just experimenting with our sexuality see where our limits were. Here and there I would give him a blowjob or two and he'd give me one in exchange. It was a great deal we had going on.

I'm the only person, besides his parents, he has come out to so far. We've been friends since the first grade and I don't plan on letting a small thing like his sexuality separate us. I'm not that judgmental. Nobody probably even had the slightest idea Mark was gay. In fact, in our nineteen years of living nobody even detected it. My gaydar didn't even go off when we hit our early teens years too. It always looked like he was into girls and he even dated some along the way and is right now as a cover up. But he really has everybody going. It was his plan to come out before we left for school in August.

Why was everything such a haze? I can't remember anything from last night... Oh well, I do love mysteries. I moved my arm as subtle as I could but with no success. I woke up Mark and he greeted me with a "good morning" and leaned against my headboard. "Dude, I slept like a rock last night" he said groggily.

"No, no, Mark. You slept on me like a rock, how that was even comfortable for you, I don't know." I jabbed him in the side which knocked him off the bed and onto the floor taking the sheet with him.

"What was that for, bro?" he asked with a grin on his face. He knew that one my pet peeve when people sleep in same bed as me is when people are on top of me in anyway like he was. Especially if they were over one hundred pounds.

"Shut up, jerk off and go take a shower. I need to get ready too, you know." I commanded. He nodded got up and left the blanket on the floor. He was naked. Of course he was. I mean, what normal kid doesn't sleep naked with his best friend in the bed? Oh wait... nobody does that! I mean, what the fuck? I knew Mark was gay and he didn't have a problem showing that off but I mean the kid couldn't cover himself up for more than a minute and a half. As he passed by the window the sun glistened off his six pack. He walked into the bathroom closed the door behind him and there was a pause before I heard the water turn on.

Mark was definitely a jock, we both played lacrosse together so it kept us both in good shape. Mark always spent a lot more time in the gym than I did, probably to check out all the sweaty guys in their workout clothes. But that has definitely paid off in the long run for him. He had broad shoulders with muscles that lead down his back and into his rear. He definitely had a great ass. What? It's just a comparison between mine and his...

From inside the bathroom he shouted, "Carmen, you can always join me in here you know. The water's real warm." I could practically see him grinning with that devious smile of his with his unnaturally white, perfect teeth that even made me buckle at the knees a bit. His smile is definitely one of Mark's best features. Minus his hazel eyes that made me go crazy. And I'm straight! So imagine what it does for the girls. Or maybe I'm just an eye kind of guy, I always did like people's eyes. Not in a weird way though. Just their amazing colors. His eyes go along well with his short sandy blonde hair.

"And Mark, you could hurry up or I'll just have to get in there too." I yelled back to him. I wasn't afraid of having my parents hear since they were on the opposite side of my house and it was pretty big and not to mention our walls were thick. Real thick. Chances are if I were murdered in my room they wouldn't be able my screams for help and they wouldn't find me until the house started stinking. I was also an only child so that means no ignorant siblings walking in on the worst times. I never knew why my parents needed such a large house for only three people. But whatever, it came in handy sometimes. I heard the water turn off finally.

I walked to the bathroom door and opened it. Mark was just sitting on the counter nonchalantly like nothing was weird about him sitting naked on my counter. "Can I help you?" I asked him punching him in the arm while I walked towards the shower.

"Yeah, you can apologize for hitting me when I was doing nothing but sitting here admiring your tiles. You know, that could be classified as a hate crime." He paused. "I think." I laughed and pulled my briefs down revealing my semi hard cock which was around six inches at this point. I was Italian and big dicks ran in the family. Mark often compared it to a Italian Sausage. I didn't see the resemblance or anything. "Mm, I never get tired of seeing that thing." Mark said as he grabbed his towel. He wound it up and whipped me with it.

"Ow!" I yelped. "You asshole! What was that for?" I said with a slight tone of anger mixed with me trying not to laugh as well. I pushed him out the door and locked. I walked over to the shower and turned it on. I stepped under the warm spray and the mist started to fill the room immediately. I loved my showers like this, long, hot and incredibly steamy. When I told Mark that he said it sounded like a cheap porno. Which I mean, now that I think about it, it sort of does. I laughed to myself.
I heard a click and the door bang against the wall. Of course Mark knows how to pick a lock, I guess that comes in handy when he wants to see his best friends junk. "You know, there's a thing called knocking before picking a lock." I called to him. I knew he wouldn't knock because I would always cover up before he got to the shower. I didn't care what it was a bar of soap, a shampoo bottle or a wash cloth only from his not to see me.

"Now Carmen, what's the fun in that when I pick the lock I can get more of a chance to see 'little Carmen?'" Mark called back. Little Carmen, that definitely had to be a new one for him. I heard him call it my diddle stick, man pole and many other things but 'little Carmen' was definitely new. Unfortunately when this bathroom was made privacy was never thought of so you can see directly into the shower which was a plus for Mark and well, not one for me since it gives him more access to remove the wash cloth from my groin in his mind.

"I know what you're thinking about you little perv." I said while chuckling. I still couldn't get over the 'little Carmen.' Knowing him he'll definitely keep using that name too. Mark, still stark naked, walked back to his original place on the counter and took a seat on it. I know he won't leave until I let him see 'little Carmen' so I might as well get it over with.

I turned the shower off and opened the door. I stood on the mat and dropped the cloth. Mark applauded at the sight he was staring in awe at. "You know, Carmen, I don't think I'll get bored of seeing little Carmen here.' He walked back and gave my now hard cock a pull, turned around and walked out of the bathroom. Luckily he didn't bother me while I was drying off so my cock managed go down to its soft state. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my waist and walked out of the bathroom. Mark was sitting on my bed going through his phone with a hard look on his face. He was either downloading some porn and getting really into it or something was wrong. And then that's when I saw the tear stream down his face. "They're dead, Carmen." he started sobbing, "My parents are dead."

To be continued...

 

[Horniez]

To make up for my mistake on my previous part I whipped up another one for you guys.

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Chapter Two​

I was in shock. My best friends parents were dead, how could it be? Just the previous night they called Mark to let them know they would be out for the night and wouldn't be home till morning.

At this point I was trying to comfort Mark as best as I can, but when your parents are dead I guess you can never really be comforted. He was weeping and had his laying on my chest. I softly stroked his hair telling him everything was going to be alright. But I knew everything was far from alright. "Carmen, what am I going to do? I have nobody to go to now." he whispered with tears still streaming down his face. I had no idea what to tell him because I had no idea what he was going through. I would never be able to cope with the feeling of losing my parents. We just sat there for what seemed like hours until he got a text message from his sister telling him he needed to come home. He was in no condition to drive.

"I'll drive you home," I said. I lifted him off the bed and tried to get him to walk but he just stood there. "Mark, you're siblings need you now." I said. I eventually got him to walk but going down the stairs was another new task. After a few minutes of telling him his family needs him right now more than ever and saying that he needs to do it for his family he managed to get down all the steps. I lead him out the door and to my car. I opened the passenger side door and helped him get in. I walked around to the other side and got in turned the car on and pulled out of the driveway. The car ride to his hour was about twenty minutes and nothing was said. The only noise in the car was his whimpering. I felt terrible for Mark but I didn't know what to say or how to comfort him. Knowing Mark he won't want any sympathy he'll just want to be left alone and we had to at least give him that.

I pulled into Mark's driveway and his sister and brother were sitting on their front porch waiting for his arrival. When they saw my car they got up and started running towards it. Mark got out, slammed the door shut and walked past his family and stormed into the house. He wants to be alone and he deserves to have his wishes respected. "Thank you, Carmen." his sister, Maria said to me. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"It's no problem, I'm sorry for your loss. I can't imagine what you're going through."I said. My eyes were tearing up at this point. Their parents were great people that deserved to live a long and eventful life and didn't deserve to die at such an early age. They did all they could to help the community, pitch in on all the community projects and fundraisers.

I went back to my car and backed out of the driveway and started on my home but before I left his street I pulled into a driveway and turned around. I couldn't leave Mark like this, he needs his best friend. I sped down the street until I reached his house. His sister and brother were still outside as if they were expecting me to come back. I turned the car off, took they key out of the ignition and got out. Before I even started to speak Micheal, Mark's brother said "go, he needs you now." I nodded and walked into the house. I took the same route I took to his bedroom for the past several years yet it seemed to take so much longer than it did previously.

His door wasn't shut all the way and I decided it was better to knock before I entered his room. So I did, no response. I pushed the door open and saw him sitting on his bed facing away from the door hunched over crying. I walked over and sat by him and put my arm around him. He put his shoulder back onto my chest and stayed there for awhile. I was almost positive he was asleep until he lifted his head up and said I should go. "Are you sure, Mark?" I asked. I didn't want to leave him if he wasn't absolutely sure it's what he wanted. He nodded and another tear fell down his face.

"Wait, Carmen--" He started but never finished. I knew what he was going to say though, I nodded and put on the best smile I could and walked out of the room. I love him like a brother and will always be there for him and he knows that.

 

[Horniez]

Whoa! I really got into writing tonight! Three chapters in one night is pretty impressive, but it's after midnight now so I'm going to bed to get my creative juices flowing again. But for now, enjoy another chapter!

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Chapter Three​

Mark and I hadn't talked since that day I sat with him in his room just holding him. That was a month ago. The funeral for his parents came and went, I didn't attend since it was a private family funeral. I tried to get in touch with him after the funeral but he wanted to be alone still at that point. I was getting a little scared that our friendship was coming to a halt and will eventually dissolve into nothing. That is until I got a text from him asking to meet up sometime this week. I wanted to talk to him and not just text him so I ended up calling him.

When he picked up I could tell he had been crying again recently since his voice was so shaky. I could tell that about Mark whenever he was sad, worried or angry his voice was always shaky and it would quiver and crack. "Hey," he said. It sounded like he hadn't slept for days too. I was genuinely worried for the kid. The last time a family member he was close to died he was fifteen and it was his grandmother. She and him were very close because whenever his parents went out of town when he was younger he stayed with her. His parents went out of town a lot back then. She was practically his mother to him back then and when she died he was devastated. He fell into a deep depression and we all thought he would never come out of it. Hopefully it won't be the same again.

"How are you doing, Mark?" I asked. I knew that he would say he was doing good but when in reality he wasn't doing good.

I was wrong, in fact it was the complete obvious. He told me how he just can't handle them not being with them. Family was a huge thing to him, they at that point really supported his lifestyle and always accepted him for him. "I don't think I can't not have them around, Carmen." His voice was shaky still, "I honestly don't think I can live without them." Yep, he was in that deep depression again but worse than the previous one.

"Listen, Mark, I'm coming over, alright?" He didn't reply and I knew he didn't want me to hear his voice crack again so I knew he was just nodding 'OK.' "I'll be over in ten minutes, see you soon." I clicked the end button, grabbed my keys and drove to his house.

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Mark had texted me on the way here saying nobody else was home so don't bother knocking just come in. So I did. I walked up to his room and peered in. He was in the same position I last saw him in, hunched over and staring at the wall. I walked over to him and just gave him a hug. It was nice being with him again. The scent of him was great and I missed it... I missed him. "Hey," I said. It was all I could say without break down again. He turned around to get a view of who I was, he gave me a questioningly look as if he didn't know who I was. Then his face lit up a little like he had an idea. He stood up and walked around the bed and just hugged me. We hugged for what seemed like ours. He wasn't crying anymore so what was an improvement, right? I'll take it as a sign of one.

"I know you think I'm doing horribly, and trust me I am," he whispered into my ear, "but since the last time I talked to you I've been doing a lot better." We were still standing in the middle of his room hugging. "Carmen, I love you. Not like a love love way, but I love you like a brother," he said. "You've been a good friend to me over these past few years and I can never rep--" I cut him off.

"Listen to me now, Mark. You never need to repay for that at all, whatsoever," I said. I'm his best friend and his confidant and I'll be whatever he wants me to be for him. "I'll always be here for you, dude. Trust me." What really surprised me is what happened next. Mark kissed me, but not in a 'I want to get in your pants kiss' but a passionate kiss and it was great I have to admit. I didn't pull away... in fact, I kind of liked it I'm not going to lie.

Mark pulled away, "Shit, sorry... I... I didn't meant to do that, Carm..." Before he could say anything else I pulled him back into me for another kiss. A kiss that filled me up with warmness, like a hot cup of tea. I loved it and I loved him. Whatever he wanted from me I'll be okay with it. He pulled back and just stared deep into my eyes and pulled away from my completely and sat down on his bed his head in his hands. I sat down next to him and wrapped my arm around him again. He didn't start crying or bury his head into my chest. He just sat there with his head in his hands. "I-I, I love you Carmen I really do. More than a brother, I really love you." I stared deep into his eyes and during this moment more was said between us than ever before. We didn't need to talk to understand each other right now. We both loved each other more than brothers.

 

[BiMike]

Welcome back ! Loved your last story , ben waiting for more episodes but I will settle for a new hot one Dont leave us in the lurch again, come here each morning for a top up hehe!

 

[Horniez]

I don't plan on leaving again! Though instead of a new part every night I might just do four a weekend.

 

[Craiger]

Hey, Horniez! I'm glad to see you writing again and I'm impressed with the new story. I look forward to reading about Carmen and Mark. It's sad to think such a tragedy like that is what it takes to bring about the realization of their true feelings for one another. Can't wait for the next update.

Craiger

 

[Horniez]

Aiming for three new parts this weekend! Currently finishing up the first, and when I have more time I'll finish the other two on Saturday and Sunday.

They're good parts, so I'm hoping the wait is keeping you guys suspended!

 

[Horniez]

I am SO sorry I haven't been able to update. I got in a car accident with a friend and I had my laptop in the back and that was destroyed along with my external hard drive and along with the car. So I was in the hospital for a day and then some down time. After that a family member passed so I've been up in Maine for a bit. Since then I haven't had much access to the computer and I finally purchased a new laptop (go me!) so you'll be seeing updates soon, I promise. Actually, since it's almost 3 AM here (no sleep for me) you'll be seeing one today really!

 

[Craiger]

Hey Horniez,
I'm so sorry to hear about your accident and the passing of a family member. A time like this needs a long healing. Don't ever worry about us, just take care of yourself. When you are ready to resume writing we will be here. I am happy to hear you are doing better though.

Craiger

 

[workingman1291]

Real nice story man.

 

[Horniez]

Sorry for the wait and the not-so-good chapter, I'll have better ones I promise! I just need to get back into the swing of writing again.

Chapter Four​

The time with Mark flew by and before I even knew it the leaves were changing and I was off to school for my first semester of college. Even though Mark and I split up before the start of the semester we were on good terms still and still best of friends. We both agreed that we shouldn't deprive each other of a college experience and broke off our relationship then and there. I was pretty okay with it to be honest, I love Mark like a brother, and hell a lot more than a brother. If I were to be in another relationship with a guy soon I would definitely want it to be with him. Hopefully the split between us will be good and we can pick up when we both aren't as busy with school and other extra-circular activities (if you catching what I'm throwing).

I finally made up my mind about the school I was going to, I had the options of either Ohio University or Miami University. So I settled with Miami University. It was a nice school, beautiful campus but the worst part about it is the drive. Living in a small town like the one I live has a downfall: The drive to and from campus is corn. All you see is corn and some more corn. The occasional farmer and then some more corn. For five hours all you see is corn. (Well, only 4 and 1/2 hours since I sped a little....)

Fortunately for me I lived in some of the newer dorms so we had air conditioning and I had an awesome roommate. Joshua, or I call him Josh for short, was barely ever around and usually slept at his friend's apartments, so I could bring back guys, girls or hell, even jerk off whenever I wanted to!

My 10x15 box was painted in a white that if you stared out for a little too long your eyes started to hurt. There were to beds on opposite sides of the room along with a (probably too small) small closet. By the bed there was a small desk where chances are, I'll be passed out laying on a textbook often enough.

Josh walked in the room and sat down on his bed. "Hey Carmen," he said leaning back against the wall. "Guess what?"

I started over at Josh, "What?" I asked. He had on a grin which usually meant he won money, booze or pot or else he just got laid. Or maybe even a bit of both?

He opened his mouth to speak, "I scored some mad grass!" He yelled. I told him to be quiet so our RA, Justin (who also was gay... this could be a fun semester!) didn't overhear him squealing like a little girl. The one good thing about Josh is that he always managed to get some good grass, I did enjoy relaxing every once in awhile and I have a feeling I'll be relaxing later tonight.

"Awesome," I said as if I didn't care. Which I really did, I just didn't want him seeing that I was that excited over marijuana. I mean, it's not that big of a thing to get excited over. Josh got off his bed and walked over to me and sat down beside me.

He put his arm around me and whispered into my ear, "Maybe if you're a good boy later tonight we can hit this later." I felt him nibbling on my ear lobe and I giggled a little. I always loved it when people nibble on my earlobe.

"Wow, you aren't forward about anything are you?" I asked him sarcastically. He shook his head "no" and leaned over and kissed me. Him, my straight roommate kissing his roommate which just happened to be a guy. I think I'm okay with this.

 

[Craiger]

What's wrong with the chapter??? I like Josh already. He sounds like the perfect roommate and maybe plus some.....lol

Craiger

 

[Horniez]

Haha, it just doesn't sound very good to me whenever I read it over. Might just be me!