This story switches POV at every paragraph. Trying something new here. Just read it, you'll get it.
Best Buds: Mike and Michael
KRIGER For as long as I could remember, my best friend was this kid named Michael Dapp. Maybe it was the fact that I grew up with 3 older sisters and desperately wanted a brother. Or maybe I just latched onto him because we had the same first name. Whatever the reason, since kindergarten, we were inseparable. We did pee-wee baseball together, cub-scouts, and even tried out for all the same sports in high school. He wasn't as athletic as I was and thusly didn't make all the teams he tried out for. But I think his interest in sports sort-of waned in high school anyway.
DAPP I don't know how long I've had this crush on my best friend, but it's definitely been quite a while--since perhaps even before I had sexual feelings. His name is Mike Kriger--but we called each other by our last names and made everyone else do the same to eliminate confusion. Kriger was a fucking hottie-- one of those stocky, blonde, jockish boys. I was always secretly jealous of his athletic prowess. He also came from wealth which is something that really dazzled me as a kid. I loved staying over at his parents' huge mansion getting into all sorts of mischief like young boys do.
KRIGER We stayed at each other's houses at least twice a week. It was pretty commonplace. When we got older though, I was more into letting Dapp stay at my place rather than coming over to his. He didn't have any extra beds like I did and we'd end up having to double-up when we slept. That was fine when we were kids but you can understand how it'd be awkward to wake up with a morning woody and your best bud's in bed right next to you. Somehow though, I don't think Dapp minded. He was always very comfortable around me--a little too comfortable, if you get my drift. I didn't really suspect anything was wrong with this until we were teenagers though.
DAPP Before I really even knew what sex was, I remember trying it with Kriger. I'd grind up against him when we'd have our little sleepovers and he'd throw me off. We'd end up wrestling each other and ultimately tiring each other out and falling asleep. As teenagers, we'd still play-wrestle a lot--even at school. He was a little weird about touching me in front of other people, which was kind-of annoying. Wrestling was perhaps the only sport I might have surpassed Kriger in. I'd always end up on top of him, making him call uncle. Too bad our school didn't have a wrestling team.
KRIGER It never really dawned on me until very late that Dapp could be queer. I mean, we both dated chicks--him more so than I actually. In fact, he had something of a reputation at school for being somewhat of a ladies man. He was a really attractive dude-- nice build, good facial features, and a cock that'd make any man jealous. I saw it in the locker room a few times. Everyone knew about it, really. None of the guys said anything to his face about it as they didn't want to seem gay in any way or inflate Dapp's ego. But everyone talked about it behind his back. Also, the girls that blew him weren't quiet about it either. As far as I knew, he never had intercourse with any of them though. He'd date them for a little while, get them to blow him, and then move on. Still, I (nor anyone for that matter,) hadn't a clue that he could be gay.
DAPP My crush on Kriger was so hardcore that I found every reason in the world to get my hands on him. It was hard though, because I was too embarrassed to come out to him. I debated the subject in my mind all the time. I'd say to myself, if anyone was going to understand, it'd have been him. But he was so admittedly hetero! He was always talking about all the stupid bitches he fucked and how hot they were. I was SO jealous of them! I actually developed a little bit of a misogynistic attitude in high school. I'd trick girls into thinking I really liked them, get them to do something degrading like swallow my come or lick my asshole, and then dump them the next day.
KRIGER My actual wake-up call about Dapp came one afternoon, our senior year. He was in my room, going through my closet. He liked borrowing my clothes. He picked out this A&F t-shirt I'd just bought a few days before and demanded I let him borrow it. I told him fuck no as I hadn't even had it that long. Then he playfully threatened to leave with it. I tackled him and threw him on my bed, reacquiring my shirt. We playfully tussled for a little while until it was apparent that I was losing. In a few minutes he was on top of me and had managed to pin both of my arms down. At that moment, I noticed he had a ridiculously large, raging boner. I'd thought I felt it earlier but dismissed it. Yet, there it was, right in front of me looking bigger and scarier than ever. Once he noticed that I was hip to it, he sort-of grinned. I looked at him with a sort of confused look like, dude, what's wrong with you? Then he planted one on me. I was so freaked; I didn't know what to do. I immediately squirmed out from under him and yelled at him. I was pretty harsh. He left pretty upset.
DAPP The day I finally kissed Kriger was perhaps one of the most depressing of my young life. I don't know what prompted me to do it. It just felt right. I mean, he HAD to have known it was going to happen. I leaned in really slow-like. And then, once my tongue was in his mouth, he didn't really throw me off until AFTER I kissed him for a while! I don't remember all that accurately, but he might have even kissed me back for a brief instant! Still he was really pissed afterward. I never saw him that mad. His face was bright red as he tore into me. I was ready to burst into tears but left before that could happen. At home, I cried myself to sleep, cursing myself for being such an idiot. I'd ruined the best relationship of my life by giving in to my homosexual urges.
KRIGER Two days had passed and Dapp hadn't come to school since he kissed me. I started to feel pretty shitty. I mean, I had a reason to be mad, I guess. My best bud was practically raping me with no fucking warning or anything. Worse yet, the fact that he managed to keep such a huge secret from me for so long made me feel betrayed. But perhaps the biggest reason for why I got so angry was because of the hard-on that I had inexplicably sprung while he tongue-probed me. I couldn't explain to myself why I got hard so I took it out on him. Anyway, it took me those two days to figure out why I reacted the way I did and after school on the second day, I went over to Dapp's house to apologize.
DAPP Kriger came over and sat me down for a long talk. He made me explain to him about being gay. He acted genuinely interested. He apologized for freaking out and said that I'd always be his best friend. It was great. I made him hug me after that- haha. We never really touched on the fact that I had this super-huge crush on him OR the more pertinent fact that he totally kissed me back that afternoon. Nevertheless, I had my best bud back and was happy. And after that, our friendship became even stronger. We talked more candidly about sex to each other. He even admitted that he suspected I was queer for some time but wrote it off because of his own homophobia.
KRIGER A few weeks after we made up, we were hanging out at my place as usual, shooting the shit. I was actually online, downloading porn while he sat on my bed looking through my porno mag collection. We were all about that now--sharing porn. Of course, he wasn't into anything that didn't have a guy in it. I had just received a clip on my computer entitled "redhead sucks big 12 incher." Dapp was adamant that there was no way the guy in the video clip was 12 inches. "I'm fuckin' 8 and a half and I'm bigger than this guy, so there's no way!" he said. T hen he started to critique the woman in the video as well, saying she didn't know how to give head. "She's doing it all wrong," he said. I told him, it looked like she was doing a good job to me.
But he retorted by saying I wouldn't know because all I'd ever had was shitty fellatio anyway. He then proposed that he could give a better BJ than anyone I'd ever had, and you know what? I took him up on the offer. My dick was hard from the porn anyway and it was probably the only way to get him to shut up.
DAPP I knelt in front of Kriger as he sat in his computer chair. I wasn't worried at all about meeting the challenge. Most of the girls that blew him were the same ones that blew me and they were terrible. I undid his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his boxer briefs. To my surprise, his cock was stiff and standing upward at a perfect vertical angle. It was a pretty dick, neatly cut, the swollen pink mushroom leaking clear fluid. His thatch was bushy and a dirty blonde. The same hair coated his nuts which were already drawn up. This was going to be a piece of cake, I thought to myself. I engulfed his pulsing five inches to the hilt, burying my face in his musky, sweaty bush. I was very delicate, taking care to watch my teeth, and using my tongue on his head and dickhole. His moaning and squirming were enough to let me know I was doing a good job. Not neglecting his cock for a minute, I carefully whipped out my own and jerked off. Kriger put his hands on the back of my head and pushed as his thrusting pace quickened. "Fuck!" he exclaimed amidst a myriad of moans and groans while he shot his load down my throat. I swallowed every last salty drop, still sucking, practically milking his twitching dick of all it had to give me.
KRIGER After the best blowjob of my life, I sat back in my chair, a little lightheaded but thoroughly pleased. I let Dapp know how amazing he was but he was unconcerned. Instead he was busy jerking his own fat unit. He then stood up and pointed the monster at my face. I recoiled not only because I wasn't into sucking his cock at the moment, but more because there was no way I was going to be able to fit that thing in my mouth. I looked up at him as he grinned at my reaction. "Hold my nuts," he said. I figured I should. It was the least I could do after what he did for me. I palmed his big heavy sac and urged him to hurry it up. Before I knew it, he spewed a fucking thick blob of his nut soda onto my cheek. "Sorry!" he said as he pumped the rest of it out onto my shirt (the same A&F shirt, as a matter of fact). God, it seemed like he'd never stop pulling on that huge salami, shooting burst after burst of his pungent, sticky fluids onto me. When he finally stopped, cock dripping profusely, I told him he could have the shirt now.
DAPP Since that first time, I have talked Kriger into becoming more and more adventurous with me. We're both still straight to the public but do everything from sucking to fucking behind closed doors. He still won't swallow my come but I've taught him how to give head like a fucking pro. I let him fuck me whenever he wants, which is always great, but whenever I want him to return the favor, his poor butt can't take it for more than five minutes. Although I know he's really into gay sex, he still claims to me that he's straight. In any case, it's good to have a fuck buddy who's also such a good friend.