Sleepover with Aiden (Patreon)

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Our year in school was crowded with dudes with rhyming names. Aiden, Jayden and Jaden, Kaden, and even a few others. But Aiden S. was my best friend since childhood. We kissed a girl for the first time on the same night at a bonfire one summer, and it was even more fun telling each other about it afterward than doing it.

I always felt close to him, especially in recent years. He was the only friend I could literally dogpile with on my couch and it wouldn’t be weird, even if one of us got a boner sometimes. We would ignore it or laugh it off.

He started playing sports, and I guess that’s when he started being more open with nudity and his body, when he was around other naked guys all the time. He even started talking more openly about porn, and all the hardcore, raunchy shit he got up to in the internet.  I had seen plenty of “porn”, but it was usually instagram girls and the occasional tube site where I was too scared to click on anything except a solo amateur girl with a dildo. I had never seen anything rough or straight up hardcore like this. I always knew it existed, but I guess I just wasn’t “ready” for it yet.

While Aiden turned into somewhat of a jock, I just wasn’t into athletics, since I didn’t really have fun when I was afraid of getting hurt the whole time. But Aiden got really into water polo one year, then wrestled in the winter, then did volleyball in the Spring. The next summer he even started working out at home a lot. I would hang out with him while he lifted weights and got buff, but even that seemed a little intense for me. Too much clanging and heavy steel. I just couldn’t get the idea out of my head that I would hurt myself, so I would sit my skinny ass on the couch and fuck around and do homework and stuff while he developed mass.

He got more and more comfortable over time with taking off his shirt and even his shorts. He would walk around his basement, working up a sweat and disrobing slowly while I sat there fully clothed. 

“How do I look?” he asked once from behind. 

I turned to see him fully naked, his underwear at his ankles. My jaw dropped, and he started cracking up immediately, bending over to pull them up.

“Gotcha,” he said, then after a second. “No homo.”

Stuff like that became normal after a while.

Then one night, I slept over at his house, and we did a lot of talking about jerking off. He instigated it for the most part, like he was amped up and couldn’t wait to blow a load. We were walking twitch streams mostly, just the two of us, looking for ones with hot girls in them. We watched one with a chick clearly showing off her tits in a tight top. While I giggled, Aiden typed in the public comments that she should show her tits more, and got banned immediately. We deserved it. I felt my face turn red, like I had gotten in trouble or something. 

Still, we wanted to one up each other and seem cool.

Aiden shrugged it off, but I could tell he was a bit disappointed too. 

“Check this out,” he said, switching to an incognito tab and opening up a porn site. 

We watched some videos that were way above my level, mostly amateur gangbangs. I felt my stomach twinge a bit. I had never seen anything like that before, but apparently it was his bread and butter already, and he reached straight for his crotch to control his beast. Groups of guys were roughly fucking girls with their big dicks, and in the scene we were watching, all the guys had a shirt on and nothing else. 

Without even saying anything, he took off his pants, letting his dick spring out, leaving only his shirt on, just like the guys in the video. 

“Are you just…?” I started, not knowing how to address the situation.

He didn’t answer. He just rubbed it slowly, the same way the guys in the video were doing as they waited their turn to fuck the girl.

He had a dick like mine, maybe just a little bigger, and I clocked it right away. The fact that we were close gave me some amount of ease with the whole situation.

I followed his lead and dropped my pants too, kicking them away, leaving my socks on.

“She’s so hot,” he said while he started scratching around his crotch, “I wanna fuck her so hard she can’t even walk afterward.”

“I’d fuck her too. At the same time.”

We were two obvious virgins, and I didn’t even realize that our dicks would touch if we fucked her at the same time when I said that. It was just a sexy thought and we were vibing on the fantasy.

He shifted on the couch, his body turned towards me while his head stayed on the screen.

“Yes, dude, say more stuff like that,” he groaned, “It’s working for me.”

The encouragement gave me a rush. I was such a sheltered boy. He grabbed his dick harder, squeezing and sinking further into his chair, his bare ass hanging off of it. 

“You could put your cock right into her pussy,” I said, trying to find the words.

He groaned a little. “Yeah, say more.”

I watched him more than the porn as he basically sank into ecstasy, his body melting into the couch and randomly spasming a little bit, his hips thrusting up into his hands. I held my dick as well, trying not to cum too quickly from all the excitement.

“I’d fuck her in the ass,” I said quietly, almost like a whisper, feeling myself pulse as the energy between us escalated. I didn’t even really know if that was real, I had just heard that it was a thing.

He rubbed himself firmly from base to tip, and I heard the squelch of pre-cum as he rubbed it into himself. “Fuck, dude. That’s so hot.”

He spread his legs to the side, and I could see his pink hole between his legs. He had a dusting of hair around it, whereas I didn’t. The excitement was almost too much for me. I wasn’t even sure if I was more curious or horny. 

He ramped up his stroking.

“Are you gonna cum?” I asked softly. 

“Soon,” he said. “Yeah.”

I was watching him more than the porn. I had never seen my friend in this light before. I should have seen it coming, but with my naivete at the time I had no idea.

Then after a beat, he asked, “You?”

“I could cum any second.”

He looked at me, still stroking himself. “Have you ever jerked off with a friend before?”

“No.”

“It’s fun, right?”

I was losing my breath, but I found the answer. “Yeah.”

“I started with the wrestling team. They fucking animals in the showers.”

I swallowed. That was almost too much information for my innocent ears to hear. “That’s crazy.”

“I almost rubbed myself raw the first week on the team,” he said with a breathy chuckle, “I felt like my dick was gonna fall off.”

“How many times a day?” I said, just trying to contribute to the conversation.

“I think four or five times, including when I got home.”

I held myself at the base, feeling it pulse. The excitement was too crazy for me. Through the tension running through me, I turned toward him, committing to just watching him rub himself, giving up the pretense.

“You watching me?” he said with a bit of a cough, the first sign that he had any nerves at all.

"Yeah," I said. No point lying.

He didn't say anything for a second. Just kept stroking, slower now, like he was thinking about something.

"Come here," he said.

I didn't move right away. "What?"

"Just move closer." He gestured with his chin toward the space next to him on the couch.

I slid over. Our legs were touching now, warm against each other.

He reached over without looking at me and wrapped his hand around mine, still on my dick, and just held it there for a second. Not doing anything. Just his hand covering mine.

"Like this," he said, and started moving my hand slowly.

I let him. I don't know why I let him, but I did.

After a second he took his hand away and went back to himself. My hand kept the rhythm he'd set.

We didn't say anything. The porn was still going. I wasn't watching it.

"Tell me when," he said.

"When what?"

"When you're about to..." and he made the explosion gesture with one hand.

I swallowed. "Okay."

Neither of us moved apart. His knee was still against mine and neither of us had moved away from that at all.

A minute passed. Maybe two. The only sounds besides the porn were the video and our breathing, which had synced up without either of us noticing.

"This is what we do after practice," he said. Not to me, really. More like to no one.

"You and the team?"

"Me and a couple guys in the showers. Not everyone." He kept his eyes forward. "Just the ones who are cool."

I didn't know what to say to that so I didn't say anything.

"It's just easier," he said. "Than doing it alone. It’s better."

"Yeah."

"You're not weirded out."

It wasn't a question. He already knew the answer.

"No," I said anyway.

He reached over again, this time without the pretense. Just took over, his hand replacing mine. He did it the same way he did everything physical, confident, like it was an obvious thing to do, like there was a right way to do it and he was the one who knew it.

I exhaled through my nose and tried not to make any noise, since my body was rumbling on the inside while he jerked me off.

"Relax," he said. 

"I'm relaxed."

"No you're not."

He wasn't wrong. My whole body had gone rigid from the shoulders down. I made a conscious effort to sink back into the couch the way he was, loose and reclined, and after a second I felt myself actually get there.

"Better," he said.

He worked slowly at first, then found a pace and stuck with it. I stared at the ceiling for a while. Then at the screen. Then at him again.

He was watching me now. Not the porn. Me.

"You can go for it," he said, nodding down at himself.

I hesitated.

"It's the same thing as yours," he said. "We're just helping each other out."

That was the logic he'd built for himself, I realized. Maybe the same logic the guys on the wrestling team had used. And it wasn't wrong, exactly. But it was more than he was saying. In that moment, I didn't have the vocabulary to articulate the difference, and I'm not sure it was warranted anyway.

I reached over and felt it. It was warm to the touch, and slimy with pre-cum.

He made a sound low in his throat the second I did, and his hips shifted forward slightly. He was warmer than I expected. Harder. I kept my grip loose at first, figuring out the weight of it.

"Tighter," he said quietly as he scooted closer so our bare thighs were touching.

I adjusted, our warm skin rubbing against each other. He exhaled.

We stayed like that, not talking, the video filling the silence. After a while he turned his head toward me and I could feel him looking at the side of my face.

"Tell me when," he said again.

"I'm close," I said. My voice came out lower than I meant it to.

"Yeah." His hips were moving now, small movements, pushing into my hand. "Me too."

“Im cumming,” I said.

“Do it on me,” he said.

Before I could register what he even said, he lifted my hips quickly and pulled me over his lap. I would’ve fallen over if he didn’t hold me up with his strong arm, while he jerked me off with the other. In the heat of the moment, my orgasm running through my body, I let him do his thing and jerk me off while my cum streaked across his crotch. I reached for him, my instinct to please kicking in again, and jerked him off, using my own cum as lube.

He tensed up and started to spray his own abs and shirt just as I was finishing. He exhaled hard, and I felt his breath across my face. His hand dug into my skin and, and he finally loosened his grip as his orgasm pulsed through him.

I plopped down next to him, scooting away but leaving my leg in contact with his.

He looked like a mess, sweaty and covered in cum. I could see the difference between his and mine. I had a wet, voluminous load whereas his was more thick and white.

He just sat there, breathing hard, cum dripping down his body, his shirt covered and a total mess.

“You need a towel?” I said.

“Lemme just… sit here a minute.”

I nodded, then a moment of clarity hit me. “Wait… WHAT?”