You know how they say you should never fall in love with your best friend? You're best friends for a reason, especially when that friendship has existed since childhood? If something was meant to happen, it would have happened years ago. Despite the friendzone being a place of flames that burn you, you still don't want to leave it, because it's either that fire frying your heart or nothing at all. That's how I feel for Dan. We first met in kindergarten. I was the shy and awkward kid, and he was the cool one who had no fear of saying what was on his mind. I used to fear that might get him in trouble, but with the big muscles on his hands, chest, and stomach, I doubt anyone would even dare to oppose him.
People like me, small and sleek, usually fall victim to bullying, but being close to Dan has made me invulnerable to that. He's my hero. That's how we became friends in the first place.
Years ago, in kindergarten, a guy started picking on me for no reason at all. The pig, obviously being bigger than me, pushed me to the ground. When Dan saw that, he beat his ass. I can remember his nosebleed and bruised eye like it happened yesterday. Dan got in trouble for me, and as a thank you I got him a chocolate bar. Apparently, it had been his favorite one – Linder – and ever since then we started being inseparable. He's always tried to bring me to stand up for myself, but any sort of argument makes my stomach twist and turn. Verbal ones are something I could handle, even if I feel shit afterwards, but a physical one is something I avoid as it if were the plague.
I rely on him for those. It makes me feel small, and as much as I loathe it, I like having him care about me. He makes me feel safe like no one else. Is that a bad thing? Possibly – maybe this way I'll never learn to be independent, but does it feel good? Most certainly. It's like drugs. Perhaps even more damaging for my future. What if I never learn to protect myself? I doubt I'd ever get into a situation that would require physical strength.
We're both in college right now. Here bullying doesn't exist, at least where I live. The closest you can get to an argument is with people being rude, but is that an argument or just miserable people who hate being on Earth expressing the hatred they have in themselves? I guess we'll never know.
I'm lying in bed right now, and I'm thinking about the glory that I saw last night. Dan and I decided to go to the same college. Knowing each other for a long time and now being roommates has made our bond as strong as a rock. Almost every day after he showers, I get to see his almost naked body. I could feel my friend down there rising at the thought of his body. He's the type of guy that doesn't work out a lot but still hits the gym here and there. Below his six-pack is a towel, and I wonder how big his hidden member is below that V-line.
Being turned on, I thought about rubbing one out, so I started to touch my dick under my undies. It was already rock hard – even the mere thoughts of him drove me crazy. I touched the underside of my head, the sensitive part, and it only took me two minutes of massaging before I started to feel precum moist my thumb. I licked it. I imagined it was him doing all this to me – touching my penis and then when it leaks, he licks his finger clean like a hungry dog, before putting his lips on my glans, playing with it with his tongue, and then putting it in his mouth. He looks me in the eyes as he lubricates my dick with his spit before putting it all in his mouth.
The door busted open, and I removed my hand in a flash.
“Hello,” said Dan in his deep voice that made my knees weak, but I didn’t show him that.
“Hey, D. You’re back early…”, I said.
“I know… sorry for barging in like that. I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”
I don't blame him for that. He has my schedule and thought I'd have a class right now, but the professor got sick. Karma is a bitch I guess. I hope he gets better though. Maybe covid isn't a fair punishment for not knowing how to teach the simplest bullshit and demanding unimportant knowledge that you need to learn by heart. I hope he stays sick enough so that we can get a substitute and not have to deal with him until I pass. Am I a bad person? Or am I just reasonably selfish?
“I hope I didn’t interrupt you or something.”, he continued, “I can leave if needed…”
Fuck! He caught me.
“Nah, it’s okay. I wasn’t doing anything.”, but my red face was hinting at something else. Not only did I wish for my professor to remain sick, but now I’m a liar too. And I am not good at deception.
I mean, I love having him around for obvious reasons, but sometimes it can get unpractical as I don’t have much ‘private time’, which I’m sure you know what I mean.
"Haha, sure you weren't. I mean, it's alright. I understand, I've been where you are. You caught me once jerking too…", he said it with such pride it made me wonder if he wanted me to find him doing that. Shame is not something he feels a lot of.
"You can join me if you want to," I joked, trying to ease my mood. We make sexual jokes like this daily, but unlike him, I actually mean them. If only he knew that.
“Haha. I guess as long as it’s with you, a hand is a hand.”
I smirked at the thought of that. Luckily, with one of my legs being up, he couldn’t see my member rise a little bit again.
"Anyway, I have an idea. Tomorrow is a holiday, which means we don't have any classes, and we both know that we're not going to study, even if we try. Us trying to study together always leads to talking about girls and sex, so I thought we might very well do that outside of home. What do you say about camping for a few days?"
It’s been a long time since I slept next to him, so of course I said “Sure. It’s been a while since we did that.”
"Yeah. I miss you rubbing your dick against my ass."
I'd love to put it in though.
"Hey! I don't need a reminder of that.", what he is referring to is the time we were out camping once, and while we were both knocked out, I unconsciously moved to him and hugged him behind his back. I must have been cold, but boys being boys, I had gotten a boner because I had been rubbing my dick against his butt. It was nothing but a mere accident, yet he doesn't believe that. If it were someone else, he might not have spoken to me ever again. With his last sentence, I can't tell if he's joking at this point. What if he's doing the same thing as I am? Either way, I don't want to be disappointed and live in false hope, so I like to believe it means nothing to him.
“Anyway, if we want to spend as much time as we can there, we should start packing. Right now.”
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