If you’re here for the setup, read on! If you’re just here for the sex, skip to the ~~~.
Brandon and I have been friends for almost a decade, but we’ve only been hooking up for a few months, which has led to a strange mixture of us hanging out and doing the usual activities we’d do as friends (camping, going to museums, hanging out watching TV) and our sex lives. Sometimes that mixture doesn’t work out, but sometimes it’s incredible. This is the story of one of the latter times.
I drove down to Brandon’s hometown to spend a weekend at his house. He’s lived there even longer than we’ve been friends and knows the woods surrounding the property like the back of his hand, so we decided to venture out to his old fort and have a campfire. The fort is a pretty impressive carpentry project from his Boy Scout days – a wooden shed with a table and chairs inside, a ladder up to the roof, and a fire pit in front. We came equipped with firewood, blankets, and s’more supplies and built the fire just as the sun was setting.
I sat in one of the chairs, which we’d pulled out of the fort to be closer to the fire, and watched him as he roasted his marshmallow with mathematical precision. Brandon is a pretty boy, and I don’t mean that in a derogatory way. He has soft sandy hair and bright hazel eyes and very delicate features, and, I’ll be honest, he looks damn good by firelight. I decided that as soon as we’d polished off the s’mores I was going to put the fire out, take him back to the house, and get him out of his clothes as fast as possible.
“Pass me another graham cracker,” I said, not very loudly, probably because I was still thinking about exactly how soon we could get through these s’mores.
He glanced up from the fire. “What?”
Because I’m a little shit sometimes, I grinned and started mouthing words at him but not actually talking. *What do you mean, what? You need your hearing checked.*
Brandon rolled his eyes at me. “You’re kidding.”
*No, I’m totally not kidding,* I mouthed. *This is all you.*
“I really feel like you’re challenging me to get you to make some noise,” he said.
Now, Brandon, for as long as I’ve known him, has been painfully shy. It took nearly six years of flirting with him for us to kiss for the first time. Which is my excuse for why I didn’t really register the tone in which he said that or the gleam in his eyes or the fact that he’d polished off his s’more and set aside his roasting stick.
*I would never*, I mouthed, still grinning. *How could you even suggest-*
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Brandon stood up from his chair, cupped his palm around my chin, and tilted my head up to meet his kiss, instantly cutting off my shenanigans. I opened my mouth into the kiss, but after only a moment, Brandon pulled back.
*What?* I mouthed.
“Oh, so this *is* a challenge,” Brandon said.
He swung one leg over me and sat down on my lap, straddling me in the chair with his back to the fire. I felt a rush of arousal between my thighs. This was uncharacteristically bold for Brandon. And I liked it.
He kissed me again, harder this time, slipping his tongue into my mouth, which I welcomed. I felt him wrap an arm around me and slide his hand up the back of my sweater, running his fingers across my skin and coming to rest between my shoulder blades. He pressed his hand against my back, making my back arch into him, and quickly slid his other hand up under the front of my sweater to trace his thumb over my nipple. Despite the heat of the fire, I shivered.
I was about to ask what had gotten into him before I realized: Brandon has a competitive streak a mile wide, and his desire to win – to make me make noise – was overpowering his usual shyness and hesitation.
So instead, I pulled back and mouthed *it’s on*.
Brandon responded by pinching my nipple between his fingers and kissing my neck just beneath my jawline. I shifted in the chair and fought down a moan, feeling myself get more and more aroused – I fucking love it when people kiss my neck, and Brandon knew it.
I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him, taking care to toss it behind me at the fort rather than into the smoldering campfire. I ran my fingernails down his back and kissed his neck and collarbones. Because he was still sitting on my lap, I could only get partway down his chest, but that was enough for me to circle my tongue around one of his nipples as I pulled him closer with my arms around him. Brandon’s hips were beginning to move back and forth now, although with him sitting on my lap at this angle there wasn’t much for him to grind against, and even in the darkness I could see the outline of his hard cock in his pants.
Brandon pulled me back in to kiss his way down my neck again, and I watched, lips pressed together to keep from making noise, as he rocked back and forth on my lap without much success.
I reached down to squeeze his ass, making him yelp with surprise, and, now that I had his full attention, gently pushed him off me. I stood up and gestured for him to sit down in my place. Once he had, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them, and his underwear, off in one motion. We were well past the point when I’d expected to be undressing him back at his house, so I was just going to have to undress him here.
I made eye contact with Brandon, smiled, and took his entire cock in my mouth at once. He let out a long, deep moan. I enthusiastically bobbed my head up and down on his dick and swirled my tongue around the head, drawing little circles on his thighs with my thumbs as I did so. I hummed with pleasure as I sucked him – I can’t help it, I just love sucking cock. Always have.
As soon as I hummed, though, Brandon sat up.
“That,” he said, “was a noise. I win.”
I pulled back, leaving my lips barely an inch from the head of his cock, and said, “And somehow, I don’t feel like I’m losing.”
I gave his cock a long lick from base to tip before taking the whole thing in my mouth again. This time, I also unbuttoned my own pants and slid a hand down into my underwear, rubbing myself in time with my strokes of his dick. Since I had already ‘lost,’ I wasn’t shy about moaning around his dick, grinding against my hand and feeling myself get wetter and wetter.
When Brandon started reflexively pulling my hair and warning me, in half-formed sentences interspersed with groans, that he was getting close, I pulled back and stripped. I would ordinarily have taken my time and given him a show, but the fire had died and I was almost as close to cumming as he was. No point in waiting.
I swung a leg over him, just like he had done to me earlier, and lowered myself down onto his cock, moving an inch at a time until my ass was touching his thighs and his cock was entirely inside me. He was breathing hard and I could feel the pulsing of his dick inside me. I could tell it wouldn’t take much.
I put a hand on the back of his head and guided him to kiss my neck, which he did, leaving hickeys behind as he went. I then began to circle my hips, keeping him as deep inside me as I possibly could while still giving him the friction he obviously, desperately wanted. Brandon had one hand in my hair, keeping my head tipped back to allow him access to my neck, and gripped my ass with the other hand. I began bouncing on his dick, feeling him grab me harder, and moaned his name.
“Oh, fuck, Brandon – oh god – fuck, I’m so -”
With a loud moan, Brandon froze, and I felt his hot, sticky cum shooting deep inside me. I put one hand between us and began frantically rubbing myself, enjoying the feeling of him cumming inside me over and over again. Finally, just as he reached the tail end of his orgasm, mine hit me, and I squeezed tight around him as I came, moaning his name.
The two of us stayed in that chair until we got cold, at which point we gathered up our supplies, got dressed, and went back to his house to shower (and, of course, to have round two).
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ub28ba/trying_to_stay_quiet_while_my_best_friend
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