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Chapter 2: Alex

My vision blurred. Michael was staring back at me. He looked shocked or maybe confused. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. 

I’d hooked up with Michael. I’d let him suck my dick. 

Panic grabbed my lungs and crushed them. I couldn’t breathe. I could hear laughter behind me. My friends. They were laughing at me for hooking up with a dude. 

How the fuck could he do this to me? Lie to me like that? I lunged toward him. Hands grabbed me, held me back. 

“Woah Alex, chill.” They were holding me back and laughing. I swung my arms and broke free from them. I had to get out of here. I needed air. 

I tried to suck in another breath. I couldn’t get the air in. I could hear voices behind me but couldn’t tell what they were saying. Yelling. Laughing. 

Assholes. I burst outside and the cold air hit me like a slap in the face. I almost collapsed. My hands landed on my knees. The cold held the panic attack at bay. Air started to get into my lungs. Breathe Alex you fucking pussy. Breathe.

I’d hooked up with a guy. People knew. My friends knew. My legs sprang to life and before I knew what I was doing I was half a block away, running as fast as I could go. I had no idea where I was going. I just needed to get away. Away from the shame. Away from the laughter. Away from… him. 

Michael.

I’d known him forever. He was my oldest friend. Maybe my best friend. I trusted him. I flirted with him and shit. Jokingly obviously. But that’s how close we were. Why the fuck hadn’t he told me he wasn’t Jess?

The look on his face.

He’d been as shocked as I was. But why? Had he really thought that I’d been hooking up with him? There’s no way. He wouldn’t think I’d hook up with him. He knows I’m not into guys. I’m not gay.

My foot landed on an uneven section of sidewalk and my ankle twisted. My arms shot forward but it was too late. I hit the sidewalk hard. My hands and knees absorbing the majority of it. I lay there for a moment, overwhelmed, absorbing everything that had happened. That’s when the tears started forming. 

They came fast. I blinked them back as I got back up to my feet. It wasn’t even that I was hurt. I rubbed my hands on my pants. They weren’t even bleeding. I was crying because of Michael. Because of the fact that all of my friends now knew that I hooked up with a guy.

I burst into my apartment building and took the stairs three at a time. I didn’t want anyone seeing me like this. Luckily the hallways were empty and I made it to my room without further embarrassment. I collapsed on my bed. I laid there for a few minutes before my phone started blowing up. My friends. It had to be. I could only imagine what the fuck they were saying. 

You should have figured out it was a dude when you had the dick in your mouth.

When they bend you over a bed and stick a dick in your ass, it’s not a chick FYI.

I unlocked my phone, ready to tell them to shut their fucking mouths, but I didn’t have a single message from any of them. 

Michael: Holy fuck Alex, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m pretty drunk and I just thought that you wanted to hook up with me tonight.

I stared at the message. Why would Michael think that I wanted to hook up with him? It’s not like I ever… flirted with him. Fuck.

I’d been flirting with him since we were freshmen in high school. Way back before he’d even come out. It had always been a joke though. He hadn’t taken it seriously, had he? I thought back to high school. I had a girlfriend back then. And he still went by Mikey. The shit he and I used to do. 

The hair on my arms stood on end. The shit we used to do. It wasn’t sexual or anything… but it wasn’t exactly NOT sexual either. I’d just been dumb and horny and he was always there. Always safe. 

My hand found its way into my pants. My dick was half hard. Not because I’d just been thinking about Michael. It was still just sort of full from the blowjob. His blowjob. Michael had sucked my dick. And it had been the best blowjob of my life. 

And I’d had plenty to compare it to. Blowjobs are like my thing. I’m an ass guy, everyone knows it. I don’t try to hide it. But even though I love running my hand over a round ass and squeezing it in my hands, I’d honestly rather get a blowjob than fuck a girl. Blowjobs are just more intimate. More intense. And the one I got tonight was the best one ever. 

It probably only felt like the best one ever because I thought it was Jess. That had to be it. I’d been trying to get with her for months. A year. And tonight I thought I finally got my shot. That had to be why it was so intense. It wasn’t like it was that great because Micahel was good at giving head, right?

I thought about the way his lips had wrapped around my dick. How warm and wet his mouth was. The little sound he made when I shoved my dick in deeper. Desperate. Wanting more of me.

I’m not sure when I’d started stroking myself, but I was fully hard and had my dick out of my pants by the time I realized it. 

No. No no no no. Do NOT start jerking off thinking about Mikey. You don’t think about him that way. Not anymore.

A shiver of fear and excitement ran down my spine. He knew it was me. There hadn’t been any mistake on his part. He didn’t think it was some other dick. Mikey knew it was me. Knew it was my dick in his mouth. Knew that it was my cum filling his mouth and running down his throat. And he’d wanted it. All of it.

My hips thrust up into my fist. 

I tore my costume off and threw it on the floor. The room felt chilling on my sweat soaked skin. I collapsed back on my bed and my left hand reached up and found my nipple. I pinched it as I continued stroking slowly. I bet if he were here right now he’d enjoy watching this. He’d want to see me jerking my big dick off.

I looked down at myself. My dick was big. Eight and a half inches on a good day. Eight if the chick wasn’t that hot. I had a decent amount of girth too. Not thick like my wrist or anything, but not a pencil dick. But as awesome as my dick was, that wasn’t usually the thing that impressed girls the most. They usually ended up impressed by the size of my balls. It didn’t matter how often I got off, they were always massive. They’re so fucking big that I actually got in a fight over it in high school. They were the first balls that my girlfriend had ever seen. So later that year after we broke up, she started dating another guy on my football team.  His balls were normal sized and she’d been confused and asked why they were so small. It got out that she’d said that and some guys on the team were giving him shit so he figured swinging on me was the only way for him to salvage some pride. 

My balls pulsed. My dick was slick with precum. Was I really gonna lay here and jerk off thinking about Mikey sucking my dick? Absolutely fucking not. 

I grabbed my phone. I’d just pull up X and find some hot chick to look at while I jerked off. My thumb hovered over the X for a few seconds before tapping Instagram instead. I tapped Mikey’s profile. I scrolled past the top dozen or so photos until I got back to last summer. Mikey at the beach. He had clearly just come out of the ocean and his short swim trunks were clinging to him. Clinging to that ass. That ass. That perfect fucking ass. That ass that I’d had in my hand tonight.

Fuck! The moan rattled off the walls of my room. My toes clenched and unclenched. How the fuck was I still so horny? I’d just cum a half hour ago. I scrolled back more. Looking for other pictures of him, but none were worth jerking off to. I opened Snap and clicked on his name. Maybe if I asked nicely he’d send me something. 

What the actual fuck?

Was I really about to ask Mikey to send me a nude? No fucking way. I didn’t want to see him naked, right? No. I’m straight. I’ve always been straight. I like girls. Just girls. Only girls. Not guys. Not Mikey. Right?

I kept hearing that sound in my head. That desperate little whimper he made. The way his eyelids fluttered when he made it. Fuck…

I wondered how big his dick was. There was no way it was bigger than mine, was it? No. No way it was that big. He was probably like five and a half inches. Just like all the other guys that claimed to be six and a half, almost seven.

I tried to picture it. He probably shaved it clean. Not like me. I looked down at my dick. Precum was glistening off the shaft. A bead of it was perched at my tip. My pubes were dark blond. I kept them trimmed down. Short enough that they didn’t pull when I was wearing a jock strap. But not bald. I’d done that once and it just looked weird. I didn’t feel as masculine. It made me feel like a kid again. So ever since then, trimming only. 

But Michael… I bet he shaves. I bet he shaves everything. I bet that round ass of his would be smooth to the touch. Hell, he probably doesn’t even have any hair in his hole. As soon as the thought popped in my head I couldn’t get rid of it. Mikey’s hole. I wondered what it looked like. I wondered what it felt like. What sounds he’d make if I ran my thumb over it. If he’d moan if it slipped my finger into it. If he’d be able to handle my dick inside it.

A grin formed on my lips. No way. There’s no way he could take my dick. But if he could, I imagined how warm and tight it would feel. 

No. I’m not the type of guy that thinks about fucking another guy. That’s just… gay. And I’m not gay. I’m not into guys. Not like that. Not enough to fuck one. Getting head was one thing. Fucking would be different, right?

I pictured my lubed up cock sliding into Mikey’s tight pink hole. I pictured the sound he’d make. A faint high-pitched whine. Followed by a panting little moan with each thrust. Pictured the slap of my skin against that round ass. Pictured it jiggling with each slap. I’d probably have him facedown on his knees. That way it would be less gay. It wasn’t like I’d want him on his back so I could play with his dick while I was fucking him. Wasn’t like I’d want to see the look on his face when I lifted his legs to get deeper inside him. Wasn’t like I’d want to lean down and kiss him while I’m cumming inside him.

Kiss. Him. Mikey.

Again.

Not like that had counted or anything. It was during spin the bottle. We were just trying to get two girls to do it too. Back before he’d come out. Before I got careful around him. It wasn’t like I pushed him away or anything. We’d still been good friends. I just didn’t hang out with him at school as much. Not that I had anything wrong with him being gay. I just didn’t want my teammates to get any ideas. And besides, Mikey hadn’t had a problem with our friendship being a little DL that last year. He woulda said something if it bothered him. 

I opened Insta again. Looked at my friends’ Reels. It only took me a few to find pictures of the party. Then I opened Jess’. And there it was. A video of me grinding against Mikey on the dance floor. My hands cupping his ass. We were all over each other. 

I felt the pressure start to build in my balls. My hips started to push my ass up off the bed. All the muscles in my stomach tightened. My breath was coming in ragged bursts. My balls started to tighten. My hand sped up. I played the video again. Stared at my hand on Mikey’s ass.

FUCK!

The first shot of cum cleared my head and hit the wall behind me. The second hit my cheek. The third and fourth landed in the hollow under my Adam's apple. The rest coated my chest and abs. I shivered as the last one left my dick. I was sweaty. Coated in cum. Panting as I held my slowly softening dick, a glob of cum still hanging from the tip. And my eyes were still glued to my phone screen. To Mikey’s ass rubbing against me.

I opened his message back up. He was sorry. Sorry for sucking my dick. Fuck.

I had one other message.

Jess: Don’t you dare ghost him. It was an honest mistake.

A mistake. The best blowjob of my life and it had been a mistake. What the fuck should I say to him? NBD, hope my cum tasted ok? What do you say to your best friend who sucked your dick while you thought it was a girl?

I opened Snap. Pointed the camera down at the mess I’d made. Took a pic. Sent it to Mikey.

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