Not really sure if bi/gay stories are accepted here. Anyway, [m]y first ti[m]e with my best friend.

I'm currently having a little trouble getting to sleep so I thought that I might type up my story about me and my best friend. And as a disclaimer, please, if you're not into gay/bi stuff, just turn around now.

My friend and I have always been real close to each other. Best friends since we met each other in 4th grade and that is still so going into our second year of college. Stan and I also go to the same university. We've always kinda been like brothers in that manner; one following the other in one way or another. Neither one of us is openly gay and I don't consider us to be so either. I believe we are both straight guys but some may think otherwise after hearing our experiences. Stan has, or had, a girlfriend for close to 4 years. They split up just before college started (this will come into play later). Myself, have not had a girlfriend but the interest is there but I've never really thought it as a pressing issue. I guess I should also add that Stan is a few inches taller than me at 5'10. We both have a similar, lean build. I'm a little more stalky.

In our first year in college we both lived on campus. I would have loved to dorm with him but things didn't work out as well as I had hoped and we lived separately. The dorms at our university aren't the stereotypical college dorms. When you walk in, there's a living room attached to a small kitchen in the back. To the left and right are 2 bedrooms each, and 1 bathroom. 4 bedrooms and 2 baths in all. Stan and I aren't much to party, we don't drink and go crazy on the weekends. His roommates were more of party animals so they would often go and party on the weekends. This left Stan and I with his dorm to ourselves to chill and watch TV. We would often get bored with one Cops episode after another and would just sit and shoot the shit. On occasion, girls would come up in our conversation. We'd talk about what each of us liked and what not and on more than a few occasions I admitted his ex was quite good looking. This would usually get him to talk about her. When he talked about her he didn't sound like he missed the relationship as much as the sex they had. A few times we even went through his phone and looked through the lude pictures he had kept of her. Each time we (or I) brought her up it seemed it was getting more and more apparent that he missed the sex. I guess she gave great blowjobs. He'd get a little worked about talking about it too. He would sometimes give his crotch a light rub. He must have througt I wouldn't notice but I did. So I can't say I was super surprised when he asked if I would pleasure him. I'm no homophobe but I was taken aback for a moment. This was my best friend. I didn't want to ruin our relationship. Conversely, the thought had crossed my mind a few times and I'd do nearly anything for him. I agreed I would try to give him a blowjob but I didn't make any promises. He wanted to keep things as "straight" as possible. It was implied no one would hear about this. I proposed that we could head to his room where it'd be plenty private. There, we could use the bed. To keep things more "straight" I'd blow him under the sheets. We went to his room and he got undressed (we were used to each other) and he climbed under the covers. I climbed in near the foot of the bed, my mind wondering what the hell I'm doing. We used only one sheet, a thin one at that so seeing wasn't much of a problem. As I got nearer I could see his dick clearer. He was neatly trimmed and his cock was semi-hard. His cock wasn't standing on it own just yet and resting off to the side on his thigh. His balls looked nice too and were the first thing I took into my hand. They were so warm and I had to have them in my mouth. I've always been a salty snack over sugar snack kind of guy anyway and I loved the taste. I licked all over his sack purely for my own benefit. I kinda forgot about him till I saw his dick growing quite quickly. I took that as my sign and took it into my mouth. Mmm just as delicious with a hint of precum. He moaned a little in surprise. I guess it'd been a while. I loved hearing him moan because of me (ok maybe I'm not 100% straight). That only made me suck more. I really focused on taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I was surprisingly getting 6 of his 7 inches down but I was making a mess. I hadn't taken his cock out of my mouth since I started and there was spit everywhere. I cleaned some of it off his balls and continued. He put his hands on top of my head. He pushed me down further than before and I was loving it, and by the volume of his moans, he was too. Good thing his roommates weren't home. He started to thrust into my mouth and my own cock was about ready to burst out of my pants. Things were getting a little weird up in his dorm. He took the sheet off of us and ran his fingers through my hair as he watched. So much for keeping it "straight". He was thrusting harder now. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum". I looked up at him and nodded. He knew what I meant and shot his load down my throat. Most went past my tongue and I didn't get much of a taste. What I did taste tasted good. I sucked him a little longer, getting it all out of him. We sat up in his bed, him still naked, and we talked a while longer, just shootin shit. I guess it didn't really affect out friendship. Well, it did, but not how I thought it would.

This is pretty long and I apologize but thanks for reading! I have other stories I can share if you guys want. Thanks again. :)

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