My Best Friend, Dennis, And I

Dennis and I became best friends at 13. We met in high school and we kind of clicked immediately. We loved most of the same books, movies and both of us had a love for theater, meaning we ended up acting together in the school plays. To give you an idea of how we look, I am mixed, but quite fair, with brown eyes dark brown hair, and he is white with light brown hair and blue eyes. We're both slim and sporty, and while we didn't play the same sports, we'd often meet up after practice and walk home together, his house being on the way to mine. 

Now I'm straight, and I'm currently in a wonderful relationship with a woman I intend to marry, but you could definitely call me curious and experimental. Once I discovered internet porn it didn't take me long to discover the gay stuff, and I'm not gonna lie, it turned me on big time. Half of the porn I jerked off to was gay porn. I was mostly into young guys blowing each other, or giving each other mutual handjobs. This was a secret that I didn't tell anybody, because it was the early 2000s, and if anyone found out at school, I'd have been bullied. Even so, watching enough of that stuff gave me lots of ideas, mostly, how it would be like to not only jerk off with another guy, but do other "things" as well. 

Dennis would often come over for sleep overs, and I had a large queen size bed, so we'd sleep in the same bed. But it wasn't until years later that something finally did happen between us...

I was 20 years old and dating a woman several years older than me. The relationship, I'd find out later, was quite toxic, with this woman pushing me around and gaslighting me constantly to make up for her own insecurities. Anyway, it was Christmas eve, and my uncle and his girlfriend were heading out of town to spend Christmas day with her religious parents at their holiday house near the ocean. He called me a few days before and asked me if me and my girlfriend wouldn't mind house sitting for them and looking after their two dogs. I said yes. He had a pool table and nice bar, and told me to help ourselves to as many drinks as we wanted. On Christmas eve, before we left, my girlfriend and I had a massive fight that left me feeling really depressed. When we arrived at my uncle's house, it was hard to hide it, and he asked me what was up. I told him that everything was fine and not to worry, and he and his girlfriend left shortly after wards. Dennis called me and asked me what I was doing in the evening, and that he and a few of his friends were getting merry at a bar later. I told him I couldn't make it and that me and my girlfriend promised to look after my uncle's house. I told him he was more than welcome to come around...we had a bar and pool table and a nice home theater setup as well. Fuck it, he said, and told me he'd be there in the evening. 

Sure enough, 8pm came around, and Dennis arrived, ringing the doorbell. My girlfriend, thankfully, got along with Dennis-- she didn't get along with all my friends, and even forced me to cut ties with some of them. A word of warning to anyone reading this: if a girl - or guy - starts telling you which friends are good for you and which ones aren't purely based on their opinions, break up with them immediately. I lost one friendship I'll never get back, and I still think about it to this day. Anyway, it didn't take long until we were all drunk on vodka and other booze. We were playing pool, very poorly because we were inebriated, and my girlfriend was on her phone, texting with her friends. She was quite a lightweight and when 11pm came along, she said he was going to sleep. I didn't protest. I was quite happy for her to leave Dennis and I alone. But if you'd told me what was about to happen next, I'd have never believed it. 

Dennis and I were drunk and felt like sitting down. We decided to watch a movie, and went to the lounge area, which was near the bedroom where my girlfriend was sleeping. We brought a bottle of coke and vodka, and some snacks with us and put on...I don't even remember. I think it might have been Finding Nemo. We both loved Pixar, so that would make sense. Anyway, there we were, two best friends, hanging out on Christmas eve, alone, when Dennis suggested we change the channel to something more...kinky. There was always late night erotica on, and if I remember correctly, Emmanuel II was playing on TV that night. It didn't take long for me to be completely absorbed, not by the movie, but by the moment. My eyes travelled away from the screen to the bulge growing on his pants. Suddenly, I noticed him watching me-- shit! He caught me. I quickly turned away. "It's okay dude. I noticed you're hard as well." I swallowed my nerves and gave out a short laugh. "Yeah, you as well?" I asked like an idiot. And then he started touching his dick through his pants. "Yeah. I wonder if the boys at the bar scored any tonight?" he said. "I feel bad," I told told him, "you could have been getting some downtown. Instead you're here with me watching softcore porn." He told me not to feel bad, and that there's nowhere he'd rather be. Things got quiet for a bit. My heart was racing. Blood was rushing to my dick. I so badly wanted something, anything, to happen. He then asked me if I was okay. "Sure, I just" -- then I took a chance -- "am really horny. I think I need to jerk off". I waited for his response..."Me too," he said. And then he said: "Why don't we just do it here?" My heart skipped a beat. "In front of each other?" I asked him. "Sure. I mean come on, we're best friends." I asked him if he didn't think it would be weird afterwards, and then he dropped an atom bomb: "Dude, I'd give you flipping blowjob if you asked me to." 

For a moment, time stood still. But I wasn't stupid -- this was the moment! I told him I'd do the exact same thing. We eyed each other for a moment, kinda like in Curb Your Enthusiasm, to see if we were both serious, and we both were. Quietly, I told him, "Why don't we do each other?" He said that that sounded good to him. Because the bedroom where my girlfriend was sleeping was right next to the lounge, we decided to go around the corner to where the bar was. There was a big couch near the pool table where we both sat down. He was the first one to pull down his pants, briefs and all, and his beautiful, 6 inch cut dick was standing up in all its glory. I told him him to relax and enjoy, because I wanted to go first. I'd been wanting to do this for so long, and I didn't waste any time. I put my right hand firmly around the base of his cock and went down on him, putting the head in my mouth and stroking him at the same time, going down more and more, taking more of his dick into my mouth with every few strokes. It was heaven. I loved it. I loved the taste. I didn't even know what it tasted like, but I loved it anyway. Most of all, I loved that he loved it, especially when he started to moan. And it didn't take him that long. After about 2 minutes of sucking, he told me he was gonna cum. I asked him where he wanted to cum, and he said he'd like to do it in my mouth. Perfect. In a few seconds, his whole body contorted and he unleashed a gush of semen into the back of my throat. I didn't stop sucking, and swallowed every bit of it. The thrill of this alone nearly made me cum...of course I didn't, but I felt like if I'd been stroking at that moment, one or two strokes would have sent me over the edge. 

For a few moments, he just sat there, then he looked at me and said that was the best blowjob he'd ever received. "Really?" I asked him. He nodded. I told him he was lucky then, because the only person I'd ever received a blowjob from was from my girlfriend and - this wasn't a lie - she gave terrible blowjobs. He smiled and then said that all that was about to change. He told me to sit down. I sat back on the couch and removed my pants and briefs. He wrapped his hand around my dick and in seconds I felt what was probably the best feeling I'd ever felt until that moment in my life. This amazing warmth engulfed my penis, wrapping itself tightly around it and I stopped thinking about anything else altogether. If I was in heaven before, I was now in 7th heaven. Words could not describe how I felt. He went deeper, and then did something that even I didn't do: he deep throated me. Fuck! I was seconds away and told him that I didn't mind he didn't want me to cum in his mouth, but he didn't listen. He kept going, down and up, down and up and then..."AAAAARRRRGHHH!" I came like I've never cum before, my body pulsating like a mad man. Ropes of thick cum spurted out of my dick into the back of his throat. It lasted several seconds. It was better than the first time I came inside my girlfriend even. And just like me, he swallowed every single bit. 

He sat down next to me, still naked from the waste down. I looked at his now soft penis, and he looked at mine. We looked at each other and laughed. "That was amazing," I told him. "Likewise," he said, before saying, "We should do it again some time."

And we did. Many times. Not only blowjobs. But those are stories for another time. One thing I never asked him is if he was awake when I tried to touch his dick all those years ago. I guess I'll never know, which is fine by me. Sometimes, some things are best left a fantasy.