TUM Chapter 3: Awkward Confessions (Patreon)

Topics and CW: Accidental Voyeurism, Awkward-uncomfortable Situations, BDSM, Big Cocks, Body Scars, Bullying, Childhood Friends to Lovers, College, Cucking, Exhibitionism, Extreme Self-loathing, Humiliation, Indecent Clothing, Male Soloplay, Mentions of Trauma, Muscles, Musk, Rimming, Sex Toys, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Size Difference, SPH, Threesome–M/M/M, Uncircumcised Penis, Verbal Degradation

Chapter 3- Awkward Confessions

Steam began to burn the edges of Santos’s right hand from the concentrated heat of the take-out bag. He ignored the pain by the confused focus he kept on his best friend. Santos’s mouth a gasp out of amazement, his dumbfounded gaze unable to look away from Liam’s erotic display as many questions flashed in his mind.

Before him was a display of intimate indecency he ever saw from his best friend.

Liam’s naked body was highlighted by the dim glow of his nightstand’s lamp; his pale form coated in a sweat that helped to reflect the soft muscles of his upper torso. Covering part of his head were black boxers Santos was all too familiar with; the fabric not only coated in unfamiliar white stains, but draped over most of the left side of Liam’s face. His strawberry hair pinned upwards with a cute pink hairclip that prevented Liam from hiding the terror in his expression. A shame that began to overwhelm his supple skin from the cherry tones of blush and into a blanched white. Liam’s eyes welled up in tears at being discovered like this, a million excuses forming from his mumbling mouth.

Before covering his crotch, Santos was exposed to the full display of a nude Liam. The biggest, prettiest cock he ever saw; almost a foot long with foreskin that clearly was not as long as Santos’s, the exposed peachy tip seeping a constant spew of cum. Judging by the distance the earlier load shot towards Santos, Liam definitely had an explosive climax Santos never seen a person experience in real life. The weight of the creamy loads shot before him by his bed from new and old stains made Santos question how his much his best-bro can cum, and why he continued to do so as he stared. Liam’s long cock was still spewing cum from behind it’s pillow...because in a way Liam was very much into Santos seeing him like this?

Between his balls was a pink dildo that sheathed itself comfortably in his best friend like it belonged in there, the toy taken completely to the base even as they stood in the moment. The erotic display quickly covered by one of Liam’s favorite pillows, the small cushion unable to truly hide the fact that his best friend was veery much aroused still. Before trying to shield his indecency, Liam used his right hand to throw Santos’s boxers from his face, both his scared eyes unprotected from privacy as the underwear landed towards his nightstand. His muscular arms moved to hold onto the small pillow over his crotch like a safety blanket. The silk fabric stained by his steady spray as Liam’s length barely hid behind it’s square cushion.

“I-AH, ITSNOTWHA-ITSNOTWHATITLOOKSLIKE!PLEASEDONTLOOKAT ME, SANTIAGO”, Liam’s pleaded in a deep heave from his volume. Shame overwhelming his pitch as his voice began cracking in his scream. Panicked to the point he used Santos’s real name in his response.

But Santos couldn’t look away. He couldn’t ignore this.

Why would he want to ignore the most important person in his life?

His Liam.

The more Santos observed Liam in this moment, the more his opinion changed of his best friend.

He wasn’t pretty.

He was beautiful.

Pretty did not give Liam justice, in Santos’s mind. The way Liam’s blush traveled along his pale body. Liam’s deceptive, soft muscle of his body. Liam’s smooth, juicy skin that covered his long form like a ripe fruit; ready to be eaten. Even as Liam squirmed in humiliation, Santos found his expressiveness sooo cute because of how relaxed Liam is a person; that him emoting this much forced his soft facial features to work overtime. The focus of Liam’s green eyes making Santos refocus on what was pressing for the situation.

As he collected his thoughts on what to do next, he knew he had to act fast as Liam seemed to be stepping into a panic attack. An occurrence that hasn’t happened in years between the two friends. A lingering memory for when Santos was pulled away from Liam for over 10 minutes in high school and the worst happened to his best friend. After calming him down the triggering event, Santos got suspended for a few days after the hard retaliation he did to the guys responsible for tormenting his Liam. The younger version of Liam replaying in his mind with how he looked now: the fear and panic tensing across his tall body like a tree shaking as it was chopped down.

Liam felt 2 overwhelming feelings consume his body. A deep, hateful shame that moved his mouth for him. And a deep gratification for the humiliation he was put under. In the end, he got what he fantasized about over many sessions: Santos stumbling on his perverted acts and at his full mercy for what happened after. Only in reality, he never realized he would feel so terrible for how it actually turned out. Instead of just a perverted display of voyeurism, Liam felt like he crossed a line for using his best friend’s laundry to masturbate with, especially after he bought him breakfast. Liam felt like no excuse could make up for what he had done, for his display, even as his cock kept on pumping load after load. He felt like he deserved to lose his best friend from the hatred Santos could feel from this betrayal of decency.

What made Liam’s anxiety worse was the lack of confrontation Santos gave him. The short friend just stood there, mouth wide in shock as he looked what Liam had done. His dark colored eyes scanning every inch of Liam in a look that made him afraid.

Liam’s pretty eyes began to hitch into more tears as he mumbled before Santos spoke.

“PLEASEPLEASE,IMSORRY,BRO.iFUCKEDUP,IM A PATHETIC FREAK,IDIDITONPURPOSEAFTER YOUTRUSTEDME, YOU DESERVE TO HATE mE, I-iiiiI”, Liam expelled from his mouth as he felt Santos reach a hand towards him. For the first time ever, Liam recoiled at the near contact of his best friend. The crying jock turning his head with his teary eyes closed as if ready to be punched like he deserved. Instead feeling a warm hand hold onto his right shoulder. Looking to face Santos, he saw Santos’s composed, and loving eyes starring at eye-level with his gaze. The smaller man’s mouth caught in a gentle, understanding smile as he leaned a tender left palm onto his best-bro’s shoulder.

“Liam, bro…breathe with me here. Slow and steady, please. Don’t call yourself that”, Santos soothed toward Liam. His grip on his best-friend’s shoulder tender against the taller man’s wet skin, Liam’s muscles tensed from the contact as he watched intently to what Santos was saying.

Santos breathed in himself as he collected his words towards a now focused Liam, his panic having yet to fade.

“I-think. No. I know I fucked up. Its….clear that I fucked up a lot by ignoring how you really felt about me. To the point you took drastic measures when presented with this level of denial. I’m the one that fucked up. I’m the one that didn’t see you as more than just a bro”, Santos told Liam. Hints of shame shadowing the care he put into his tone.

Liam sniffled hard, the confrontation perplexing him from what he assumed would happened. Taking in deep breaths unsteadily as he tried to process what was going on. The warmth from Santos’s hand returning some of blush from the sickly white he gained.

Liam’s throat hitched as he responded, his voiced pained from the crying; “how-how could you be okay withhh a pervert like mee??? iii, I caved to the essence of you because I thought I could never be morethanafriend, and wishedihaddone it soo-sooner.You don’t deserve a freak like me for a bro, you’vecomealongwayyyforthat”, Liam’s response devolving into a self loathing Santos never knew possible from his best friend.

Santos felt ashamed for letting this fester between them. Had he realized Liam felt this way about his non-platonic love, Santos could have saved them both the pain his Flaquito must have endured for years.

Santos kept his left hand on Liam’s shoulder as he dropped the take-out bag onto a part of Liam’s bed to free up his other hand of pain. Stuck in contemplation of how to proceed next. What to say in response to Liam’s self-loathing, his panic, his body. How Santos felt about Liam too in a way he should have realized sooner if he wasn’t so dense.

Santos knew he had to approach everything with Liam carefully. He felt no disgust for his friend, or any shame. Only guilt. A guilt for not seeing the signs of his admiration and obsession sooner. Replaying many moments between each other with the context he had now, Santos felt like the biggest idiot for not seeing Liam in any romantic light. Santos thought himself as something that poisoned Liam’s life as a negative influence. In a way, he was proven right. But not in a manner he ever realized possible.

Despite the obsession, he never thought anyone could love him like this. To yearn this deeply for him. By the look of his best friend, to resist crossing the boundaries of a friendship for decades until chance intervened.

Except for Liam, he was always a core part of everything Santos was. And clearly Santos was the same to Liam as well. But now, it felt like they can’t remain just friends.

Santos realized that their relationship to each other was more than platonic. They did everything together since they were little, organizing their whole lives to have the most time for each other. From the smallest chores, to the biggest life decisions: Santos could not remember a single thing he didn’t do with Liam out of a deep love for his company. But despite their deep love and the habits from it: Santos never consider Liam like a brother compared to his actual siblings. But in denial and ignorance, they never moved into something Liam dreamed of.

Santos felt more than comfortable now as he collected these thoughts. That he was more than ready to be in something beyond friendship with Liam. Now, it was his responsibility to communicate, and move their relationship forward. For Liam’s sake.

Santos needed to be tender and careful, because he was handling the most precious thing in his life.

Despite the assertion in his gentle tone, a lot of Santos displayed confusion and arousal.

Santos’s mixed body language softened as he found the right words in his mind during the prolonged silence between him and Liam.

Liam's incoherent mutters of apologies, excuses, and sorrows mingling into a swell of pain; his uncovered eyes misting in the promise of more tears. His stare darting wildly as his vision spiraled further from his overwhelming fear and humiliation. Overthinking what he imagined Santos would do to him next with the actions he displayed so far. Santos’s comfort slowly wearing off from the extended lack of a conversation.

“Liam. Please. Look at me”, Santos asked as he centered himself. Calming his body language to reflect the care in both his voice and face.

Liam obeyed, shaking from the guilt racing over his thoughts and the coldness of the damp fluids coating his body.

Staring into eyes he never appreciated now swelling from crying, Santos spoke clear and tenderly.

“I love you, Liam”, escaped Santos’s lips with an ease that held no lies.

Small tears collected at the corners of Liam’s red eyes, their stare tracing the movement of Santos’s lips. “Wha-whatdid you s-,say?”, Liam responded meekly. His voice hoarse and quiet. His tremble slowing from the confusion as he felt himself come out panic from the disbelief of Santos’s action. Trying to grasp at the words he never spoke in that tone.

Santos breathed in, and spoke with a passion he only reserved for important moments.

“I. Love. You. Liam Millerd. I Love. Everything About You. I’m crazy from how important you are to me. How could I ever lie to myself and not say that you have always been more than a friend to me. I’m the fucking idiot that never realized how I could never accept you as an option as a partner when you’re already my soulmate. I have been so afraid of ruining what we have from how much of a bastard I could be, that I kept myself in the dark towards any advancements you needed to make us a couple. From being my dance at prom after my ‘date’ ditched me as a prank. Taking care of me when I caught the flu in middle school and catching it too. Struggling to pick classes this semester so we can try and see each other in the week. ….Christ. Trying to workout shirtless last night?? You kept dropping hint after hint that you loved me more than a bro, and I kept finding time to retreat from them. Scared that YOU would hate me like many others, and…. leave me without a word”.

The smaller man moved his right hand from Liam’s left shoulder after his initial speech. His best-bro stunned at the admission of it all, enthralled fully in what Santos had to say. His blush returning in full, a calm flush following butterflies in his stomach as Santos’s hand reached Liam’s face. Staring into each others eyes, Liam did not know what to say as he enjoyed the sudden fingers grasping into his right cheek, Santos lovingly rubbing the face of his Flaquito as Santos continued to speak.

“Liam. How could I ever be ashamed of you? Or disgusted? This-”, Santos said as he used his free hand to wave over Liam’s display, “Is tame compared some of the shit I’ve done in hookups. I am sure I have missed other times to see you like this, when your urges overwhelm you like mine do. And I don’t blame you, considering I have been….ignoring more than your advancements. That changes now”.

Liam nodded at what Santos had to say, before meekly collecting his thoughts about this, exhaustion setting in. His spent cock no longer oozing cum, but remaining hard as stone. His tight balls aching from working overtime as they tingled from prolonged excitement.

“How...how will it change? And….I’m sorry I could not just say my feelings sooner, bro. I thought, I was just like a brother to you for so long, it became painful to pretend I had a shot with a handsome guy like you. You’re. You’re confident. Loyal. You act when you need tooo, especially if it’s for something you care about. You stayed here….stayed in a small town that hates your guts so we can continue a life together. I never-”.

Liam’s last sentence was cut off by Santos putting a finger over his soft lips. Hushing him in a moment that redirected Liam’s full focus again. As Santos placed his other hand to Liam’s remaining cheek, holding his best friend’s face in both palms as if he was handling something revered.

“Liam. We will continue to talk, and I will be taking the lead on what happens next in our relationship. After I get you some towels to clean yourself, and eat breakfast. Judging by the amount of fluid around me, you must be starving like I am. So….How about I go fix up coffee with our take-out, and grab some towels to help clean you up?”, Santos suggested to Liam as he squeezed his face lovingly. His thick fingers slightly sinking into the boyish face as if he was pressing down dough.

Liam nodded, his chubby cheeks moving Santos’s fingers.

“...yus, ….pwease”, was all that Liam muttered to confirm his response.

Santos’s eyes were almost closed by the endearing look he gave Liam, smitten fully in his heart for his best-bro. He did next what felt natural to him to show Liam just how serious he felt as his hands let go of his face.

Santos’s hands retreated from the taller man’s cheeks, Liam was caught off-guard by Santos suddenly using his strong arms to hug him in his position. His tender bicips embracing Liam in a tight wrap that let no inches between them as the shorter man’s neck almost curled into Liam’s. Despite the wetness of his pillow, retreating sweat, and the dildo deep inside him: Santos embraced Liam with so much tenderness that the taller man almost cried again. Santos holding no grudge or repulsion for Liam’s current state. His assertion of love made apparent by the lack of distance between them as Santos got his shirt wet from the various fluids Liam was soaked in. His tank top now wet, his body warming the cold skin of his best-bro. His neck almost wrapping around Liam from the deep hug as the taller man’s legs began to wobble from the semi-kneeling position, the sudden interaction making him feel weak.

The smaller man inhaling faintly his best-friend’s hair from his hug’s position. Faint sweet scents sinking into the warm smell of Liam’s hair. Liam accidentally breathed in the sensations of his best-bro’s chest as well. Shaking his head into the buff pecs he was firmly planted in made him take in Santos’s sweat; something he had enjoyed deeply a while ago. But this time it was different for sure, something else in it he was curious about, but ignored as he enjoyed the snuggle as Santos’s mouth moved by his ear.

“Stay where you are, I’ll help you get clean in a few. I love you, Liam”, Santos whispered in Liam’s ear from their hug.

As Santos pulled away, he planted a gentle kiss on his best friend left cheek, a gesture of love the two haven’t done since preschool.

Liam was seeing stars at the love bombing, any fear of losing Santos dispersing for different emotions. A nervousness for what Santos had in store for them both, and a joy that made him grow an awkward smile on his peach fuzz face.

Having fully broken away from the hug, Santos ran out of Liam’s bedroom. Leaving the bedroom door open, he rushed to the kettle, turned on but not activated as he refilled it with new water before allowing the container to heat up.

Liam watching him through the doorway into his bedroom, calming himself as he enjoyed the sight of Santos rush to his care. The smaller man fleeing to the room adjacent to his, before disappearing out of sight. Liam obeyed awkwardly. Finding enjoyment in how sticky he felt, and the amount of contact Santos’s eyes gave over his expose body, now that his fears of losing his relationship fled. He wanted to get up, and remove the dildo inside him; but he trusted his best-bro too much to change anything about his situation until Santos was back.

Feeling his stomach growl, unable to smell the warm food nearby from the congestion brought by his tears. Liam groaned more as his sensations attempted to return to normal from his intense panic. Every muscle of his body was beginning to unwind. Except for his pussy, which pulsated from the thick ridged toy still deep inside him. The silicone rubbing inside his guts as his body began to sway from his relaxed exhaustion. Liam moaning as much as his tired throat could manage until he was silenced by Santos’s footsteps.

Santos arrived a few seconds later, holding 2 extra sized black towels over his shoulders.

“While the water warms, let me take care of you?”, Santos asked Liam. A polite plead he shared with the same loving look he gave a minute ago.

Liam responded in the usual phrase he gave Santos when he trusted his confidence; “anything you want, bro. i’ll follow you”.

Santos smiled deeper as he walked fully into Liam’s bedroom again.

“Good boy, let me get you all cleaned up”, he assured to Liam, ready to use one of the towels now in his hands.

Liam could only nod, obeying his friend like instinct, a warm gooey feeling fluttering in him from the compliment.

As Santos got ready to dry off his wet best friend, he chuckled lightly as he stopped a few inches from him. “Bro….is it okay if I take the dildo out of you as well? You’re not the only pervert in this room, after all. And….I feel like you had to use it because of me. It will be...the...least I can do for denying you so long...”, Santos said as if it was a normal thing to say. His endearing look containing a lustful air to it as his eyelids sank further. The breathe of his speech deepening in a sensual cooing. His lips curling to the side as if in a subtle desperation for this responsibility.

Liam blushed so hard at the request that he was practically steaming. It was another scenario he played in his head during a play session, but this was more than he could have dreamed of. Santos, in control of Liam’s body; guiding Liam in his own lewdness, and at the full disposal for whatever desires Santos had for the taller man. Those daydreams of Santos exploring Liam’s body were no longer in his head, but were about to become a loud reality for the taller jock. Liam stuttering audibly as he tried thinking of how to approach this situation. He wanted to obey blindly, but he got a little confused at how Santos wanted Liam to stop impaling himself with the toy.

“BRO,AHHHA , ARE YOU SURE i should take care of that. You don’t-”, Liam tried muttering out in a rush of words from his arousal before Santos held a hand up to him.

“Liam. I want. To. Take out the toy myself to marvel at what you do to masturbate. I don’t know anyone that plays with themself like this, and….I love what I see. I may have not been here for your sessions until know, But I Wish I Was. Seeing how you make it look so...breathtaking. You enjoyed yourself to me, at least let me help clean you up in a way I want so I can admire you throughout”, Santos said enthusiastically. Trying to hush his tone’s excitement with his caring attitude, as a warmer shade invaded his face from the love he felt for Liam at the moment.

“do-do you want me to get off from my position, or would you prefer I lean back on the bed and let you pull it out????”, Liam said with a dry confusion. Having easily been won over by his best-bro’s smitten plea, his swirling expression stuck on Santos’s loving stare as he waited for instructions. Happy to do both, but desperate for the last option to come true.

Santos laughed hard, feeling his cock throb at the face Liam made in his tone. The shy expression that crept on Liam was adorable now that he had his full attention away from a panic attack, especially with his expressive green eyes in full view with his hair pinned upwards.

“I want you to keep it in you, as you move further into the bed on all fours. I know rolling onto your back is a bad idea when you’re this tired. When on your knees and hands on your mattress, I’ll be careful taking it out so you can go back to seating on the edge of bed with me to eat breakfast. Is that understood?”, Santos said in a directive tone. Clear and assertive.

“Yes, Bro”, Liam said, his pretty eyes wide from the instructions he was given.

“Good Boy”, Santos worded on instinct as he saw Liam move off his position at the edge of the bed and further into the mattress by the nightstand. The shift in posture hiding the tomato red face of Liam from being complimented again, those words scratching an itch he never knew he had. No longer hidden by a pillow, Santos whistled at the damage his best friend did to his own bed, various thick cum ropes refusing to sink into the fabric due to their thick cream. The little pillow ruined by the now cooled frosting, darkened by the wet stains that were unable to sponge up the rest of Liam’s loads.

His command going fulfilled, Santos beheld a sight he wanted to capture forever on camera. A few feet before him now was the lower body of his best friend facing him. Liam’s plump ass greedily clutching a pink silicone dildo. The see-through toy peeking into Liam’s moist pussy. His thinner legs shaking slightly from the effort to stay in this position with the toy inside him. His balls wagging at the uplift, Liam’s smooth orbs highlighting just how hairless Santos’s best-bro was. Unlike Santos’s cock, the larger shafted refused to point downwards as it tried to cling to Liam’s stomach in it’s 10 inch glory.

“Gooood Boy, Liam. fuck… You look better than I thought possible like this. When we get you going hard on your cardio, your ass is gonna look even better with your swole leg muscles~”, Santos complimented Liam. Making the distance as he used his left hand to hold onto the left asscheek of Liam.

Liam whimpered at the sudden warmth of Santos’s palm, clutching the toy more as a response from the tension he felt in this scene.

The compliments.

The guidance.

The complete exposure.

The submission.

It felt incredible for Liam to the point he had no words to speak in response. Only whines as he felt Santos rub one of the towels on his ass, ready to pull out the toy from the fake balls. His mouth watering from the lust the situation gave him as his mind was unable to find the right words in his ecstasy.

“Are you ready for me, Bro?”, Santos said with calm readiness.

Liam nodded, trying to lose any nervousness so the dildo slide out of his pussy easier for Santos.

Santos grabbed his other hand into the towel placed over Liam’s now dried ass, wrapping it like a makeshift glove. As he maneuvered it to the comically sized balls that acted as the toy’s base. And slowly dragged the dildo out of his best friend.

“fuckkkkkk, this is embarrassing. thank you bro, for..for..foreverythingg~!”, Liam managed to word out of his drooling mouth. No one had ever touched him like this, he always resisted intimacy with anyone because he always wanted Santos to be his one and only lover. Now, his dream came true as inch after inch of pink silicone unsheathed itself from his wide pussy with ease. The ring of his velvety cunt almost sticking to it in a desperation to keep it inside him.

Santos whistled at the girth and length of the toy, amazed by the circumference almost comparing to the monster between his own legs. His smile deepening as he saw how it curved into checkpoints for the recipient to make, different thresholds of thickness getting wider and wider till it reached it’s base.

“Such a good boy for me, Liam. Now, Get off the bed real quick, I need to dry all of you~”, Santos cooed to Liam. Gazing deep into the loose, pink pussy of his best friend as if admiring the most beautiful thing he could see. The twitching of the wide, silky cunt made Santos’s mouth water. He was curious about the intensity of Liam’s history in anal, as well as if he would be lucky enough to enjoy this asshole-,no, the pussy of his best friend. An array of desires from eating him out instead of breakfast, to stretching it further with his fingers, to other sources of penetration at Santos’s command; occupied his mind in a flash before he came back to reality from Liam’s loud whimper.

When the toy was fully released from Liam’s asshole, his cock exploded another load on the dry side of the bed, his whimpers loud and sharp from the dryness of his throat.

Liam’s sudden noise rising from his long cock throbbing intensely from his position. His eyes almost rolling behind his head as more intense orgasms exploded from his spent cock. Loads more powerful in their expulsion than anything he felt today, let alone his life. 1,2, to 4 shots of climax on his once untouched pillows before Liam grew silent in obedience. Uneven breaths of intensity purring from his chest and nostrils as Liam attempted to focus. To center himself from the continuous, mind blowing climaxes Santos’s attention gave him. His erect 10 inch cock bouncing in the steady shoots of cum he no longer felt from the euphoria that rushed over his body. His curling smile wild as his rolled back eyes tried to focus on obeying Santos’s command.

After 2 more ropes of cum, Liam obeyed blindly. Uncaring of the cream that spilled from his cock as he slowly launched himself off his wet bed and near where Santos was standing. His dopey face staring hearts as he looked down to his best friend, his Santos, shy but eager for what was next as his legs wobbled from exhaustion.

Santos was fully erect at this point as Liam adjusted his sitting spot. He did not care that his bulge touched Liam’s knees as he waited to dry him off. Or was he concerned by whatever they did as they progressed what was going on.

Santos knew he was really happy to see Liam like this.

To feel Liam like this.

His love for Liam truly had no boundaries anymore, and he was ecstatic to enjoy pushing romantic and sexual borders with the most important person in his life. The dopey blonde in front of him still looking down to Santos with those goofy, lovely eyes as he stuck his tongue out to be silly in his exhaustion.

Seeing his best friend in his silence like that, Santos whistled at him in astonishment. Before the shorter man touched Liam again. Using his free right hand, he cupped Liam’s left cheek again as he looked up to his taller friend. His left hand covering the wet dildo in a black towel cocoon.

“bro, I love you so goddamn much. That looked. Amazing. But, now that I looked at it, we can’t eat on the bed”, Santos said to Liam as tenderly as he could manage without laughing at the end of his statement.

Liam’s embarrassment returning at this, his exhausting causing him to lean onto his smaller friend with his hands. Still enjoying that Santos was taking care of him still, Liam took a bold step and used the sudden dip to kiss the hand caressing his left cheek. His soft cheeks being met with the thick, rough hands he often felt carry him to comfort whenever he couldn’t stand. The peck quick and tender; Liam obediently returned to resting his left cheek in the hand’s embrace as he stared lovingly down to Santos.

“ahaha, sorry bro, my pus- IMEAN, asshole is sensitive. not this sensitive usually, but then again...i am...enjoying myself with you for once?”, Liam spoke meekly. Puckering his lip as he fished for compliments and direction from his silly expression. His loving eyes giving away just how happy he was as he darted his gaze left-to-right to help hide his excitement.

Santos could not help himself on touching Liam. He was always one for physical signs of affection. But as he kept his palm on Liam’s puffy cheek, there was a spark joy both felt as the smaller jock used his fingers to play with the surface of his face. A twinge of intimacy that was not there before as Santos used that gesture as a way to communicate for Liam’s full attention.

“bro, where do you want me to place this dildo? I need to find your cane so you can we can dry you off on your feet without anything going wrong?”, Santos asked Liam.

Liam immediately thought of the naughty top draw, almost getting caught in another fantasy before he realized that the toy needed to be clean.

“Ahh, restroom for sure! i need to clean it before putting it away. just leave it on top of the dresser besides the bed please? w-e-we can grab it later, or I can, to clean it when we are done resting”, Liam asked shyly through his puckered lips. His green eyes still darting left-to-right in his response in an embarrassment he deeply enjoyed.

Santos nodded as he gentled placed the towel cocoon nearby where instructed. Taking off his hand from Liam’s face as he kept his body nearby in search of Liam’s cane. The taller friend visibly shaking more as Santos looked for the mobility aid. Besides Liam’s bed on the floor, he found the wooden cane underneath familiar clothes. Likely moved from his session, as Santos pulled up the mobility aid from under his dirty cum stained gym-clothes.

Liam meekly grabbing his cane from Santos as his puckered lips turned flat on his face from embarrassment, immediately going to use it to steady himself where he stood. Santos held himself. He was still not upset at Liam, but the weight of Liam’s obsession flooded him again. Burying it a little so they can discuss it further when more physically comfortable this morning. He said nothing as he went to using the other towel on his shoulder over Liam’s exposed body.

From his ankles to his neck, Santos worked his strong hands over the soft body of Liam. His pale skin flush from the care placed under as his cock somehow stayed 10 inches erect.

Liam closed his eyes and held his mouth closed with his free hand. Trying hard not to moan so loud and cum again. To try and speed up the process so the food doesn’t get any colder from Liam’s own faults. Santos using both palms to dry off any semblance of fluids present on Liam’s hairless body. Moving up his Legs as Santos began to kneel, he was face to face with Liam’s erect cock as his hands finished drying his thin thighs. It was the only part of Liam that gave off warmth, and it proudly stayed at 90 degrees for Santos. Liam’s hands moving to cover his face with both palms, the edges of his embarrassed flush peeking from the sides of the fingers.

“ahahahaa, bro. you sure you dont’t be to dry off my cock? it won’t go down, santigo I’m swrryy, brooo, this is soo embarrassing!”, Liam meekly squealed from his behind his hands. His embarrassment real, as his cock bounced from his arousal of the situation a few inches away from a smitten Santos.

Santos responded by cupping Liam's balls with the toweled hand. The taller man jolting a little back before realizing that his best friend was having his way with him, like Liam hoped. As Santos spoke to his best friend, getting his face closer to Liam’s hung cock: “Nuh-uh, you ain’t getting out of this, bro. This stupidly long dick is my responsibility right now. You better stay there and let me take care of you, Flaquito~”. Santos huffed as he held Liam’s balls there for a moment with his black towel as he let an intrusive thought take control of him.

Before moving up, he wanted to Tease Liam. Santos smirked as he puckered his lips and kissed the foreskin of the erect cock. Tasting a faint sweetness from it as it bounced from the sudden touch. Santos wanted nothing more to ‘french’ his best friend’s foreskin; to taste just how sweet the long cock he found cute could be. Santos’s warm lips puckered against the skin that covered the tip of the pale shaft, Liam gasping as he moved his free hand from his mouth to his eyes.

“wahathe???”, Liam whined in response. Suddenly, he felt a much hotter touch on his shaft that would have made him cum if his balls weren’t so spent. Peeking through his fingers, he saw a sight that made his pussy twitch. His throat pitching again as he saw his erect cock resting against the left side of Santos’s face! It’s length being tickled by the smaller man’s sideburn, the long rod twitching harder from by the fuzz teasing it’s smooth girth.

“He there, Big Boy, No cumming. I won’t allow it from this pretty thing, I don’t want you more wet. Just felt like teasing the stupidly hung cock you have, considering that I am about to fondle it with my towel~”, Santos said as he rose from his position. Satisfied at teasing his best-bro in a non-platonic way for once, he stood up and got to work on Liam’s crotch. Carefully weaving the black washcloth on the erect shaft, tight balls, and inner groin. Santos wanted to explore every inch Liam’s crotch, as well as the rest of his body. He saved ideas about how to appreciate his Liam’s form later as he quickly moved to the upper torso of Liam. The towel bouncing from it’s coil around Liam’s cock as the fabric unraveled away past it.

“aaaah,bruu,bro…”, was all Liam managed to muster from his covered face. Wishing he had more cum to shoot as he was fondled by his bestfriend. Inches of his form losing the damp cold of fluids as Santos worked diligently to dry him off. Feeling brave, he peeked through his fingers to see his best-bro, wishing he had his hair down to hide his enjoyment of the treatment.

Liam’s eyes caught Santos’s focus, the smaller man truly was admiring every inch of him as the towel did it’s job. From abs to chest: he felt the strong muscles of Santos deep into his soft body with a washcloth that got wet. Most of the stickiness of his own body and cock leaving him, Liam felt less cold as Santos rubbed the fabric into his bouncy chest. Sinking it into his armpits and neck, the smooth skin causing the soaking fabric to slide with ease.

“Twirl for me, Bro. I...have to get your back and ass”, Santos commanded with a bit of pause.

“whatever you want, santos, i'm all yours”, Liam cooed at his best-bro as his lips crinkled in overwhelming joy. His tone deep from a lack of breath caused by his enjoyment.

Santos got to work as the taller man rotated his body, his plump ass greeting Santos’s ready hands again as he tried ignoring the scarring above the tailbone. Past a few inches where Liam’s vertebrate made up his lower spin, was an injury that Santos hated to look. The discoloration from the scar tissue made it hard for him to look away from, but not out of disgust. He found all of Liam beautiful. The scars of his best friend reminded him of a time where he almost lost his best-bro forever. Using muscle memory of where Liam’s back was to dry it off, being more gentle than he was prior as he tried distracting himself from the memories brought until he was already drying Liam’s hair.

“I love you too, Santiago. Santiago?….santos?”, Liam replied to his best friend as his hair was carefully dried after his body was. His voice shifting from endearing to small worry at the lack of a response from the man who tenderly dried off his entire body. Santos snapping out of it as he realized Liam was speaking to him.

“Hmm, OHH! I love you too, Liam. you’re all good, bro. Liam, go un-recline the couch so the pullout bed is ready. We’ll have to eat out there because of how messy it is here. And….my bedroom”, Santos said as he tried to enjoy himself again in the display of his naked best friend. A quick glance from the naked jock in front of him; Liam’s supple form no longer soaked as his pale skin reflected softly from the light of his lamp. Santos’s admiration toward his best-bro ignored for a moment as he remembered the messy room he wanted to ignore for a while. Knowing his room was not any better.

“yess-Si-Santos. let me nab the food and get started in the living room”, Liam responded as he leaned his long arm over to the take out bag and grabbed it with his free hand. The motion causing familiar scents to stir out of the plastic, making Liam’s stomach growl as he released a pleased hum.

Looking back briefly at the smaller man behind him, Liam felt nothing for love as he obeyed his Santos again. Walking from his own bedroom with cane and food in tow: the taller man practically danced forward into their dining area as best as his shaky form could manage. Rushing out of his own dormroom in a hum as he used his service cane to balance his walk into their living room.

Santos held the towel he used for Liam. His own clothes now damp as he was soaked again in more fluids. His red boxers were damp from Blake’s spit, his feet wet from Eskiel, and now Liam’s climaxes on his red tanktop. He wanted to be dry too, and…. Be as comfortable as Liam was. He looked out to his best friend: the taller man was distracted moving their coffee table besides the dorm rooms so the couch’s bed could be extended.

Santos took that opportunity to take off his clothes. Peeling off his tanktop first as he rushed to remove every other layer of lazy-wear he had on. Flexing off his muscular frame as he expedited the process as fast as possible so his best-bro did not notice. Tending to the dampness of his serviced body with the same towel he used on Liam, uncaring if he smelled faintly like his best-bro’s cum.

The taller gym-bro still setting up their breakfast area, shaking his juicy ass to a song only in his head as his motion mimicked a dance. Santos’s full 8 inches sagging heavily between his legs as Liam was busy, its weight made worse as the smaller man carefully stepped away from Liam’s room without a sound. Sneaking back to his bedroom to get a few things as his dick bounced between his thighs from the sly motion of stealth like it was the clapper of a bell.

Liam felt proud of himself. Despite the fatigue of everything; he organized their available resting spot very well. The fluffy mattress adjusted away from the over sized cushions as the remaining back of the couch supported those resting to enjoy their full gaming set up. Liam placed the big bag of take out by his side of the futon as he heard the kettle roar to life.

With his cane, Liam made it to his kitchen set up to finish making their coffee. His naked form feeling amazing now that he no longer had to hide it from Santos, wishing he could fill up his pussy again like when he did chores last night. As he turned off the kettle, he heard a stern voice behind him close to the futon that made him jump a little.

“Alto ahi mi Flaquito! Quien te dijo que pidio que te agotaras haciendo cafe cuando hay una cama perfectamente buena con tu nombre en ella!”, Santos called out to Liam to stop his efforts.

The taller man bounced an inch upward as he translated the words in his head. Smiling a little at Santos calling him ‘his skinny-boy’ again, as he tried to comprehend a few emotions that confronted him like the best friend shouting from behind.

Liam felt giddy with how assertive Santos was so far. He had gotten used to it over the years when he put his faith in his best-bro’s gut or care for him. But now it felt a way Liam had longed for. A man that knew what he wanted from Liam, as the taller man wanted to obey more out of a mutual enjoyment of it. Liam loved how confident his best-bro was, many instances flashed in his head over the years from when the smaller man directed their actions. His flushed face feeling warm as a joyous chuckle escaped his lips from the anticipation he felt for what he’d see behind him

He also felt a bit of embarrassment, the chuckling quiet in his throat. Imagining a scolding Santos his head conjured. The offended little man in his mind chastising him for disobedience; something he was not too scared of. A small hint of shame for any disobedience from the trust Santos put into Liam crept in the taller man’s head before he slowly shifted his long body towards Santos’s direction. Fidgeting with his cane a bit as he rubbed his free hand into the back of his head, still looking away from Santos as he was caught red handed. He enjoyed this feeling more than his giddiness, as he turned to face his friend’s judgment again.

“ooh-i’m sorry senior torres~ I did not mean to ruin your plans on pampering m-”, Liam felt his words refuse to crawl from his throat. His playful banter dying as more pressing thoughts filled his mind. The blush on his body that crept along the edges of his freckles and face suddenly invaded every inch of Liam’s exposed skin. His hard cock bouncing to attention again as his deep red skin steamed at the sight of what he saw behind him.

Santos smirked his usually cocky grin, his thick arms flexing besides his head with both spare pillows and winter blankets on each of his shoulders. Exposing the furry armpits Liam wanted to worship in full, which highlighted the fact that Santos was not wearing his red tanktop. Nor his blue sweatpants. Or the red boxers he had underneath.

Now facing Liam as he walked closer to the futon was a fully naked Santos. His impressive muscular physique on full display thanks to the height difference between them and the use of his biceps carrying the bedding to their resting spot. His curly hair traveling every inch of his body save for the low hanging balls that hid behind his 3rd leg. Liam was longer than Santos, but he was no where near as girthy as his best friend, his stiff 8 inch cock so heavy that it sagged wildly with his smooth testes like they were flashing Santos’s confidence for him. It’s width making Liam’s mouth water in his expression of surprise, comparing it to a soda can-no, wider than water bottles in his head. Vaguely remembering seeing that beautiful, uncut source of meat from the few times Liam would peak when they used the urinals, he never imagined his toy’s would be thinner than it.

“Oi, Flaquito; mirame. If you’re gonna stare at me, you will be doing it on the futon as I take care of you. Understood? Get that beautiful ass onto this mattress and wait for me to prep the drinks and cushion to our liking” Santos commanded lovingly. Making sure his usual authoritative tone was secondary to the love he had for Liam.

“yes sir!~”, Liam managed to word out in his relaxed tone, squealing as he rushed to get onto the futon. Speed walking fast to the mattress, he gently sat on it before crawling to the center of the oversized bed, waiting by the take out as he left his cane on the side of the couch he crawled from.

Santos’s cock jolted as he processed what Liam called him, his smirk shifting just a little in an excited he was eager to get used to, as he dropped off the bedding besides the now comfy Liam. Both best friends unable to look away from each other as their cock’s stayed hard from the encounter. Santos took control of the situation, to try and ease the tension both men felt for each other at the moment. Climbing past the bedding on the futon, he cleared the distance between him and Liam before the taller man could react. Hugging his best friend, Santos’s warm fuzzy body embracing the shivering form of Liam.

Unable to ignore their erections, Liam felt incredible in this embrace, his fantasies becoming reality, even as he felt Santos’s stiff meaty cock pull away before the smaller man stopped hugging him. Knowing that Santos would not be leaving anytime soon.

“Ayy, Flaquito, it is becoming harder and harder not to be happy because of you~”, Santos hummed toward Liam as he walked around the futon toward the kettle.

“please, touch me more, bro. I'm freezing without your company~”, Liam said playfully as his endearing gaze held a longing desperate for company. His closed smile goofy as he patted the left side of the futon for Santos to occupy. Santos rolled his eyes at the gesture in a dopey chuckle, trying hard to take care of the task at hand instead of tease his best friend more. His back now fully turned to making the coffee, he let out a pleating command to Liam.

“oooh I will fucking snuggle you, bro: hold you tight, all the works. If. And only if, you sit on the armrest while I set up the futon. That way, we can rest there all day~”. Santos commanded in a fond tone. His hands mixing instant coffee with the appropriate amounts of milk, crème, and sugar to both their individual liking.

“yes sir!!”, Liam boasted in his relaxed tone, saluting his best-bro despite the smaller man being unable to see the gesture. Carefully getting up with shaky legs, Liam grabbed the big takeout bag, put it on the coffee table as he gingerly used his cane to launch himself onto the wide armrest of the couch. Sitting up in the middle of the cushioned guard, Liam dangled his legs off it in anticipation for Santos to fix up the futon to their liking.

Liam’s cane anchored to the ground besides the floor as the taller man held the mobility aid in both hands, fidgeting with it as he got antsy. Only stopped as he saw Santos pulled up with two mugs in his hands. His fat cock now chubbed up to 6 inches as if on standby: Santos unable to hide his goofy smile as he carefully enjoyed the sight of a naked Liam on display. His thick arms thrust forward as he cupped the handle of his cane, his broad shoulders flexed inward to his core causing his chest to squeeze into boobs Santos wanted to kiss. His pretty, green eyes clearly engaged with the smaller man as well, not meeting their gaze as Liam stared at the fat cock of Santos

“Good Boy, waiting patiently for me to get this set up right, let me just drop these mugs on the coffee table and I will make our bed~”, Santos said in a tease as he made it to the left side of the futon where the coffee table was. Doing what he said as he kept eye contact with Liam as his emptied hands started working on the folded winter bedding he dropped off on his side of the bed.

Liam watched intently as Santos go to work. His thick muscles pressing a grey comforter under the couch cushions to the edges of the futon, before he swiftly flew the thick king size blanket over the mattress. Santos’s spare pillows bordered the spaces where they could fall, the smaller man briefly crawling over to each corner of the mattress to cover any ground needed to make it as comfortable as possible. Flashing Liam not just with his meaty cock, but a hairy ass that shook once more near the taller man as Santos was first to crept into the thick blue blanket. Putting the big bag in the middle of the bed for them to grab from as he rested his back.

“Come into bed with me, Liam~ Let’s dig in!”, Santos boasted to his best friend. Patting the bed where Liam would rest as the taller bro obeyed immediately. Santos pulling the thick blanket towards himself as Liam slipped on top of the comforter on the right side of the futon. His soft frame getting comfy fast as Santos covered him up, before the smaller man inched close to him as their lower waist were resting beneath fluffy cotton.

Rubbing elbows and hips: Santos kissed Liam’s shoulder as he reached his muscular arm to the coffee table by his side to hand his best-bro his mug of coffee. A long black cup designed like a telescope made of stars with the warm smells of peppermint coming from it. Santos carefully nabbing his mug after Liam started drinking from his. The smaller jock now nursing a coffee cup shaped like Mothman with the smell of hazelnut escaping from it’s rim.

Both men let out a small gasp as they felt their hips and waist brush against each other, Santos getting comfortable touching Liam with his exposed skin. Liam stopped shaking as he finally relaxed beside his best friend, his pale skin finally warming as he enjoyed the sensations of the smaller bro’s fuzzy body and thick muscles.

After a longer drag of coffee, Santos spoke as he placed his mug back on the table nearby. “Sooo, bro: I’m not sure if you read my text. But, I asked about wanting to tell you about some stuff. AND, I also just got some your favorites. Figured we can make today our cheat day!”, Santos communicated to Liam. His tone shifting from the fond joy he felt to a lingering guilt that bled into part of his statement.

Liam swallowed a lot of coffee abruptly from the statement. Realizing he never checked his phone as he was gooning out with his pussy, his wide green eyes looking away from Santos before he spoke out of embarrassment.

“nope! i'm sorry, santos. i must have...Uhhuuuhh, been too busy playing with myself to check my phone. I'm Sorry!”, Liam responded shyly. His long cock tenting his blanket next to the take-out bag from his humiliating admission as he crossed his arms in nervousness. His next statement cut off by a warm hand grabbing onto his left thigh as Santos squeezed his leg endearingly. Forcing the taller man to look down to his best-bro: Santos already opening the food to display around 8 black containers with clear lids of different food as the smaller jock….looked at him sad.

“oohshit, did somethingbadhappen at class, bro? werethemessages that bad?”, Liam squealed in a hurried voice now that the coffee revitalized his throat. Santos laughed at that lightly.

“no!, Aahaha, no, 2 of them were about what you wanted from your list of breakfast favs. The 1st was about class. I...need to tell you what really happened, as well as what I have been doing with those nerds from that class specifically. I don’t want anything hidden from us as we become boyfriends!”, Santos explained. The last word of his statement spoken with a loud pride that made Liam giddy, as he rubbed his hand in anticipation for the what Santos had to say.

“It is a bit of something I held from you and I am sorry, bro. I don’t want to hide as we enter this relationship. I rarely keep things from you, Liam. Only if I am unsure about the logistics of the situation I am in for long term stuff. What happened between me and my classmates isn’t bad, please don’t give me that puppy look, bro! Let me just set up our breakfast spread and I’ll tell you everything”, Santos attempted to account before trying to consul a worried Liam. The hand on Liam’s thigh being caressed even more tenderly than before.

“well, if it is not harmful or bad; i-I wouldn’t mind hearing about it, bro. i promise not to get mad at whatever you had to hide. considering….what I held in for so long. i'll be your good boy hear you out! Everything you need to say, Santiago”, Liam replied enthusiastically. Burying any anxiety he had about what Santos had been up to in remembrance to his own short comings earlier today. Feeling Santos’s big hand pat his thigh in acceptance, Liam drinking up the affection with a small whine as the hand left his leg and towards the takeout with the other palm.

Santos turned away as he focused on preparing their breakfast to help his anxieties of how Liam would react. Placing plates beside both people on the bed from the bag as he started to serve food from each box. The aromas of the takeout getting to the starving college jocks as Santos explained everything.

“I want to say I am sorry, bro. It’s been almost a year since my ex fled from my life. he who shall remain nameless because I can see the scowl on your face, Flaquito, if I mention him more. But after he left town and my life; I went into a spiraled. like you know. Just focusing on my body or staying home to the point I needed you to get involved. Barely managed to leave my funk 5 months ago, expect for the nasty dry spell my depression caused on my libido. Until a few days ago when one of my groupmates from that kinesiology Ed class I always complain about, pings me on that cruising app I never got around to deactivating. With promises of intense….everything. Not just sex. Just me. Letting loose on him and his virgin friend. STI and STD free fun on the promise of them doing all the group project by themselves. It is why I was absent at dinner with you last night, spent hours indulging in parts of me I thought he stole when he broke my heart. They were also the reason I had the day off, considering I did not have to brainstorm or work on anything for that class. Then for my only class today, I got the chance to mess around with them again because the professor canceled formerly while on campus. I wanted to show them that I enjoyed their company again for a quickie, but almost forgot to comeback sooner with food in hand. Iii-Think I withheld my latest hook-ups because I was afraid of making you worried about my love life again if I built them up as something only to get….ditched”.

Santos began breathing unsteadily as he finished his long statement. His cock now fully soft as he felt his anxiety flare. Unable to eat the spread of cooling food he prepared through his speech. Liam listening intently and lovingly as he nibbled on blueberry pancakes. The taller man gulping his food as he realized Santos was done letting out all that information, parts of that statement pissing him off thinking about him, while most of that made him love Santos more.

Santos attempted to mumble more context, regrets for withholding this from a man he told EVERYTHING too, before he felt soft cheeks rub against his face before supple arms wrapped around him.

“For such a manly guy, you really are soft too when you need to be bro. makes me really happy to have you in my life, santos~”, Liam said endearingly as he squished the smaller man closer. Santos looking down as he started to relax in Liam’s arms. Looking up before he spoke again.

“You’re not mad at me for withholding this, or even finding guys to sleep with again?”, Santos said shyly as his gaze touched the platter of breakfast food. Liam kissing Santos’s right cheek as a response, the taller man using just a little bit of tongue to show his best-bro just how crazy he was for him.

Chuckling a little with his endearing look, Liam replied lovingly; “no. santos we started dating a few minutes ago after i pretty much gooned to you. and, Bro; this is not the first time I have been late romancing you before others. like ross, dawn, ander, and the others you told me about. Only difference is that i have always been yours to love, bro. we’re even in terms of miscommunication leading to drastic stuff. i think i milked 2 gallons in my bedroom since last night, and you had a threesome i would have loved to see. my big, manly santos going to town on a couple of hotties…. speaking of them. since We’re dating….are you gonna break the news to your new ‘friends’, bro?”.

Liam finished his statement, throughout the talk Santos had started getting enough courage from his anxiety to eat. Almost choking when Liam asked about the next course of action for their relationship involving the arrangement he had with Eskiel and Blake.

“Urhg, Well! If I have you, I will be very content! t-the best friend I grew up with, my favorite person In the World: becoming something I’ve yearned for throughout the years. Both of us knowing our desires to even be lovers is mutual. But….I’d feel…. bad for ditching those two so abruptly. I hate when I get ghosted, I don’t want them feel like I ditched them for a few quick fucks after all the tender care I put into their use since last night”, Santos replied. Puckering his lips as he got closer to finishing his statement as he pondered how to approach the situation.

Liam puckered his lips too as he now rested his head above Santos in his hug. His eyes closing a little as he thought, making a loud humming noise as he contemplated stuff; “wellll, what if we leave it open to….bring them along for the future? NOT. not as boyfriends. but, say i would want to experiment with people you trust or to see you in action later in our relationship. that way we could let them know they aren’t being thrown away. And if they prove to be more into you outside of sex, then hey you’ll get some friends! i'm like your biggest fan, bro; but I worry about being your only fan on campus, bro!”.

Santos did not know what to say. He liked the ideas, especially since it could help test the other 2 as friends. Something he had very little of, as he more so shadowed Liam everywhere with Liam’s friends. His companions not really the smaller man’s, not even acquaintances most of the time. Santos nodded with Liam on top of him before he spoke.

“I-I, wouldn’t mind that, bro. I’ll let them know later today and gauge how they react to level my expectations. I just hope they want me outside of my….appetites. As for when you’d want to experiment, I will take the lead on it, bro. When the mood sparks, tell me. And I will let whatever perverted Fantasy hiding in those pretty eyes of yours come true, mi flaquito~”, Santos cooed toward Liam.

The taller man snorting is response, before he said; “Yes Sir~”, rubbing his chin into Santos’s hair before departing his hug to nestle side-by-side again.

“For now, let’s eat breakfast and talk about us, bro. Santos said as he stabbed a pancake with his fork. Drenching the floating cake above the others as he drizzled syrup. Eating it as Liam spoke.

“my favorite subject~! hmmm, well: now that we are boi-boyfriends, ehehe, what do we do now? will i just get to see yous naked whenever you wanna be nude in our dorm? Get to see you tease me with your sexy body as I can be more open about how….lustful I can be when home? Hmmm, speaking of us, is there anything we haven’t done together already that comes to mind?”, Liam said shyly as he nibbled at a damp hashbrown patty. Santos taking a big gulp from his coffee freshly grabbed from their coffee table. Rubbing his chin a bit to think about what him and Liam haven’t done together.

They know each other’s families very well, to the point everyone of his immediate family (minus his little brother) loved Liam more than him. Liam’s parents gush whenever Santos and flaquito are together; so introducing each other to their loved ones is already done. Liam and Santos organized their whole lives around each other, including what jobs they would have together and the degrees needed. They cooked, hanged out 24/7, and always stayed in contact throughout the day. At the top of his head, Santos could not think of a damn thing he had not done to Liam already during their time as just best friends, he struggled to think of anything as Liam continued to finish his breakfast. The smaller man destroying his spread of food promptly as he gave up thinking about it for a moment, eating a small sausage as he asked Liam for his input after like a 3 minute wait of them both eating to think.

“Hey-Brw, what haven’t we dune tugether that mOist bouyfriends duee”, Santos suggested as he finished eating the breakfast meat. Liam almost choked as he realized what Santos asked of him, his erect cock bouncing to attention again as he stopped himself from dying on a cinnamon roll.

‘well, bro: i saved my cherry for you to pop, and made my pussy wide enough to take you as hard as you wanted. that big cock needs someone that can handle it anyway you want-’ was what Liam thought immediately. Realizing that years spent denying himself of any advances other guys gave him in their small town paid off, as Santos would actually be his first in many things he dreamed of.

“….we…. Could…. makeout? go on proper dates, nottt just bro outings. like you being you when we go out to movies and dinner, but we can romance romance each other. and there is, a lot of other very intimate things boyfriends can do with each other, considering i would love to do anything that comes to mind there”, Liam said coyly. Looking to Santos as he was almost done with his spread of takeout at this point. Looking at the smaller man for a response as endearingly as his eyes could closer, as if Liam could shoot hearts from them.

Santos downed the last of his food in a hurry, to try and bury his excitement. ‘I can go all out on dates with Liam, FUCK YEAH’ was his first thought as he crunched bacon. His face fluttering in joy at ideas of how well to treat Liam as a boyfriend, really putting his talents of romance to the test. To be the best boyfriend that Liam ever had. Santos wondering what things Liam has done with previous relationships before realizing….that...Liam hasn’t been with anyone now that it comes to his mind.

‘How much new territory is Liam gonna explore with me? HAS HE KISSED ANYONE, OR HELD THEIR HAND OUTSIDE OF ME?….Did Liam have any experience with men as well?’, Santos screamed in his mind before he responded. As he and Liam finished their respected meals. Liam crawling over a frozen Santos by the smaller man’s legs to put away the trash and cups by the coffee table. As he attempted to go back to his spot besides Santos, Liam was grabbed face first.

Hot hands seized Liam’s puffy cheeks as his wide, green eyes were caught off guard by the sudden motions. Their tender grasp loving, but...urgently pressing into the supple flesh of the taller man. His bouncy form was forced onto a covered Santos, his knees shaking as his head was brought a feet away from Santos’s face. The smaller man’s face attempted to be loving, but by what he was doing it was clear he had something dire to ask.

“liam millerd. outside of today, and when we were kids….am i the only man you have been with? to kiss you, or hold you hands?”, Santos spoke in a worried whisper. His eyes closed as to avoid his best-bro’s beauty when asking him this important question.

Liam got hard immediately from his shame. He liked looking at Santos, especially as his erect cock was hovering a few inches from Santos’s monster, covered by his blanket. He attempted to look away; a little ashamed by his obsession of his best friend, despite the fact the love they had was mutual now. Tilting his head to the side as he began sweating in the silence of the situation, his eyes darting as he felt the fingers on his cheeks tighten.

“have you even been on a date with ANYone but me??? Or, ….been with a man before”, Santos said with a little more force. Desperate for an answer that was not a no. Bringing his friend’s face back towards Santos’s awkward smile. His hands forcing Liam off his knees and on top of Santos, the smaller man showing no signs of discomfort from the taller jock pressing him down on his blanket with his full weight. Liam’s long cock throbbing atop Santos’s as their faces were a few inches apart.

Liam felt Santos’s breathe above his chin. He was feeling dizzy from this. He loved the feeling of shame he had for not being with anyone else before Santos and admitting it. He was being playful in admitting to it from his silence. But now, Liam wanted to see where it would go if he communicated why he waited so long before trying anything.

“would you hate me if i said no to all those ques-”, was all Liam managed to say before he felt a toasty pair of lips embrace his mouth. Liam did not have time react as he found himself getting kissed by Santos. His lips softer than Liam’s as Santos cupped his right hand on the taller jock’s corresponding cheek. The other hand resting on Liam’s back. Santos pressing his face as comfortably into Liam as he could try without going to far, the smaller man not opening his eyes as he began moving his mouth to tenderize the entrance to Liam’s mouth.

Liam’s surprised face quickly went to absolute pleasure. His eyes hanging like crescent moons as he lost his first kiss to Santos, almost rolling back to their sockets from the euphoria. Letting his lips lose control to the smaller man as their mouths intersected into a dance. Interlocking as if they could breathe through each other as they tasted more than what they had just eaten, Liam wishing for more of the savory sweetness that Santos’s mouth had. Wishing the smaller man pushed even more as he had Liam in his grasp in every way possible. Santos’s essence lingering on Liam’s lower lip as he felt the smaller man let go. The taller letting out a desperate whine, completely forgetting about his statement prior as he tried begging for more from Santos. Before a muscular hand moved it’s thumb into Liam’s eager mouth to suck on it as the rest of the fingers got comfortable on his cheek.

Santos opening his eyes slowly as he looked deep into Liam in a small voice. “I just stole your 1st kiss, Liam. My Liam. Which means you haven’t had a real man show you how to make out? Do you want me to continue, bro?”, Santos said a few inches from Liam’s face. His voice longing as he felt Liam early suck on Santos’s thumb tip.

“ywwss”, Liam worded as his eyes fluttered as if invaded by hearts.

“yes what?”, Santos commanded as he removed his wet thumb from Liam’s mouth, returning it along with his other hand to Liam’s face. Expecting an answer.

“yes sir”, Liam said out of instinct for his longing.

“Good Boy”, Santos replied in toe as he pulled Liam’s face on top of his. Interlocking his lips onto Liam’s as if he could suck on them forever. Their mouths sucking on each other as Santos guided the taller man in what they both wanted since Santos figured out just how crazy Liam was for him.

Rubbing his cheek and the back of Liam’s head with his hands: Santos starting opening his mouth from their lip’s embrace as his tongue found his way into Liam’s. The taller man began moaning from this. Liam’s eyes rolling upwards from the ecstasy of the taste he got addicted too from Santos’s lips intensified to a point he needed more of it. Finally hugging the smaller man holding his face as he got fully comfortable on top of his smaller best-bro. Forcing more of their mouths into one another. Santos’s erect cock brushing against Liam’s; their hard shafts blocked by thick cotton.

Santos did more than wrestle his tongue with Liam’s tongue. His warm muscle danced in Liam’s mouth: taking the lead as they interlocked in tandem to Santos’s desire to taste his best-bro. Growing a quick addiction to what Liam had to offer as the taller man’s tongue vibrated from the increased moaning he let out. Despite just eating, Santos gained a deep hunger for the taste of Liam as he curled and twirled his connected tongue with Liam’s wet muscle. Breathing through each other at this point, as Santos remained mostly silent as he made out with Liam.

In his silence, Santos’s breath got heavy as he gained more control of their make out, deeply enjoying hearing his best friend whimpering through their connection. The taller man was slowly grinding his exhausted hips above Santos’s; almost humping his huge cock atop Santos’s crotch. Wishing he could let his hands explore Liam’s lower body as he wrestled his tongue against his bestfriend’s tongue. But he knew this motion would help Liam get comfortable as a first make out session. And Santos loved everything this session already had to offer.

Liam’s mind was weak from this. His tongue had no resistance trading saliva with Santos, as he eagerly gave up control to his mouth to the smaller friend he hugged. His soft arms flexing tightly around Santos’s back. Comfortable as his back rested to the air, wishing they could be making out free of his blanket. Unable to stop moaning, uncaring if anyone passing by their dorm overheard his body’s admission of pleasure. Liam’s brain was getting foggy from getting everything he ever wanted from Santos, his taste a reminder of what Liam should expect as the smaller man took charge of both of them like how he loved it. Santos sucking on Liam’s tongue hard as their mouth muscles twirled together hungrily.

Until Santos pulled away after another minute of exploring Liam’s mouth. A strand of their translucent, wet love lingering in Liam’s parted mouth as the saliva feel between each of their lips.

Their eyes opened fully as their lips were wet. Santos chuckling before he spoke through a breathy voice. “What do you say to the man who stole you first kiss, bro?”, Santos teased as he rubbed Liam’s cheeks.

“thank you, sir”, Liam said proudly. His brain a little dizzy as he spoke lovingly tired.

“good Boy. Now, I want to nap a bit before we explore the day together as boyfriends. But first, let’s shower together, mi flaquito~”, Santos cooed at Liam as he went from holding his left cheek to petting his head.

“whatever you want bro...i’m all yours”, Liam replied back as smitten as possible.

Santos chuckled as he pulled Liam back in for a quick make out session. Pushing his face deep into Liam. The taller man moaning once more as they traded spit in fast, hungry kiss as their tongued united for one last dance before the smaller man pulled away. Liam’s tongue sticking out as Santos pulled away from his mouth. The smaller man staring lustfully into the eyes of his boyfriend.

“please do that again, sirrrr”, Liam begged without thinking. Before he felt a gentle tap on his face from the hand that held his cheek.

“Nuh-uh, mi flaquito-bonito; good boys get rewarded more if they earn it. You wanna earn more….things like this?”, Santos said as he held Liam’s face a feet from his with both hands. Liam nodding in a whine.

“Then sit up at the edge of the futon towards our room. I’ll help you into the shower”, Santos instructed to Liam. The taller man nodded again with his derpy face, relaxed fully as he came down the ecstasy of losing his first kiss to Santos. No longer enjoying Liam’s full weight on top of him, the smaller man finally escaped the blanket keeping their bodies a part. A long drool of precum flowing from Santos’s loose and long foreskin, feeling it ooze more as he saw his bestfriend finish crawling to the edge of their bed as he sat down and waited obedient. Impatient to plant his face into that ass, now knowing he will be Liam’s 1st, the plump cheeks almost teasing him as he got flashed by their movement.

‘That would have to wait till later, there are many more things I gotta do first before that ass is mine’, Santos thought to himself as he rose. Mindful of the coffee table a few inches from where he got off the futon. Walking to Liam as the shaking man patiently obeyed Santos. The sitting man face first with the thick cock he needed to taste. Being a good boy, he looked up to Santos; the smaller bro lowering a hand for Liam to grab. Liam obeyed as he used Santos’s arm to get up.

Bringing along his cane; both best friends walked into their dorm’s shower. Santos letting Liam lean on him as they closed the door behind themselves. Eager for what the day had for them.