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Ok so... this is the fist time I've done something like this and I hope to get positive feedback. Even if I don't, I intend to use that feedback to improve my own writing. Expect an update every two to three days.
This is a true story. For the privacy of the other party in this story, his name has been replaced with a common generic one (George).
Two years ago, my best friend at the time was sleeping over. He’s not the brightest bulb in the shed but that’s what makes him adorable. That and he hadn’t gotten rid of all his baby fat but was still an athlete. At 5’ 8” his blond hair and bluish gray eyes always shone when he was playing soccer. He didn’t have a six pack but neither did I. Not that it matters really. He was fit. I've gotten taller and more muscular since then but I was still fit I guess.
My parents were at convention so we had the house to ourselves. Everything went just as it had always went. He came after his soccer practice, took a shower at my place and since it was just me and him, stayed in just his boxers and a white crewneck undershirt. Normal, right? It was. … Until bed. As most of you know, a sleep over is never just for sleep so we ended up doing what most people doing. Chat. It was late so maybe I wasn’t thinking so fully and asked if he could keep a secret. He said yes.
“I really like you George.”
“Well that is why we’re friends isn’t it?”
“No, I mean… I really like you.”
“Uh… what?”
I sighed.
“George, I don’t think I’m 100% straight. Maybe just a little bicurious.”
Silence.
“Um hello?”
“So you’re saying you want to fuck me.”
“N-no! At least… not unless… erm… I mean… I don’t think either of us would be ready for that…”
Silence again.
“So do you hate me?”
“Why should I? Not like we haven't done shit before.”
It was true. We had done some experimenting about a year before that. Just mutual touching but neither of us came so it was harmless… right? That’s what I thought too except about four months after that first skin-on-skin contact, I had to jack him off. He wasn’t as explored with his body so after a dance at school he had gotten blue balls. He was in so much pain at the time I told him to let me help. We swore to never speak of that. Now it was a whole year later.
I sat at the foot of his (technically my) bed on the mattress, maybe half hard. The lights were already out but there was still a small bit of light from the windows but not much. It was a cloudy night with a very faint new moon so there was no light. The clouds shifted a little bit letting the moon’s blue tinged light through. Then I saw it and said,
“You’re hard.”
“I know. It’s for you”
Author's notes: Ok so I tried to leave some suspense but I'm sure you can see where this is going so maybe I'm not so great at writing... It was hard to find a spot to stop in the grand scheme of things though so I'm hoping you accept my apologies.
This is a true story. For the privacy of the other party in this story, his name has been replaced with a common generic one (George).
Two years ago, my best friend at the time was sleeping over. He’s not the brightest bulb in the shed but that’s what makes him adorable. That and he hadn’t gotten rid of all his baby fat but was still an athlete. At 5’ 8” his blond hair and bluish gray eyes always shone when he was playing soccer. He didn’t have a six pack but neither did I. Not that it matters really. He was fit. I've gotten taller and more muscular since then but I was still fit I guess.
My parents were at convention so we had the house to ourselves. Everything went just as it had always went. He came after his soccer practice, took a shower at my place and since it was just me and him, stayed in just his boxers and a white crewneck undershirt. Normal, right? It was. … Until bed. As most of you know, a sleep over is never just for sleep so we ended up doing what most people doing. Chat. It was late so maybe I wasn’t thinking so fully and asked if he could keep a secret. He said yes.
“I really like you George.”
“Well that is why we’re friends isn’t it?”
“No, I mean… I really like you.”
“Uh… what?”
I sighed.
“George, I don’t think I’m 100% straight. Maybe just a little bicurious.”
Silence.
“Um hello?”
“So you’re saying you want to fuck me.”
“N-no! At least… not unless… erm… I mean… I don’t think either of us would be ready for that…”
Silence again.
“So do you hate me?”
“Why should I? Not like we haven't done shit before.”
It was true. We had done some experimenting about a year before that. Just mutual touching but neither of us came so it was harmless… right? That’s what I thought too except about four months after that first skin-on-skin contact, I had to jack him off. He wasn’t as explored with his body so after a dance at school he had gotten blue balls. He was in so much pain at the time I told him to let me help. We swore to never speak of that. Now it was a whole year later.
I sat at the foot of his (technically my) bed on the mattress, maybe half hard. The lights were already out but there was still a small bit of light from the windows but not much. It was a cloudy night with a very faint new moon so there was no light. The clouds shifted a little bit letting the moon’s blue tinged light through. Then I saw it and said,
“You’re hard.”
“I know. It’s for you”
Author's notes: Ok so I tried to leave some suspense but I'm sure you can see where this is going so maybe I'm not so great at writing... It was hard to find a spot to stop in the grand scheme of things though so I'm hoping you accept my apologies.
I'm already being nice by changing the update frequency to once every 1-2 days which means less time for feed back and editing. This also means the excerpts will be shorter than intended. 
