His name is Matt he’s only about a year older than me and we have been friends since we were kids. Constantly spending Time at each other’s houses staying close friends all the way through high school and even going to the same college. When it came time for us to move out of our parents house is it kind of felt like it only made sense for us to move in together since we probably spend most of our time at one of the other persons house anyway. There has never been any romantic feelings between us we’re friends that’s it. At least not from him it was around high school when I started to get feelings for him. Of course I wouldn’t act on it we were best friends and he never let on that he ever felt anything like that for me anyway. Plus they were all the other girls, it felt like he was constantly jumping from one girlfriend to the next with me there in the background the whole time.
I thought I could handle us moving in together but I didn’t anticipate what the increase in time spent together would do to me. Especially since he spent so much time hanging around the house in his underwear. Part of me wants to try and do the same or maybe walk around naked, See if he says something. Of course I always end up chickening out.
Everything between us changed one day however when he came back from the bar drunk. I don’t know how many drinks he had exactly but he was clearly inebriated. He was dropped off by a couple of his buddies and as soon as he got home he started taking off his clothes and complaining about “some bitch” that rejected him at the bar. I did my best to calm him down and guide him to his bedroom so that he can try and sleep it off. As soon as I left the room though I could hear his breathing changed and some rustling. I peaked back in his room and saw him masturbating. All of my internal alarm bells started going off. The guy I’m into stroking himself right in front of me I couldn’t believe it. But it was wrong I couldn’t just spy on him like this so I quickly closed the door and walked into the living room trying to forget what I saw. I spent like the next 30 minutes unable to shake the image out of my head. I found myself wondering what he was thinking about probably the girl at the bar I thought to myself that I cleaned up a little. Eventually my curiosity got the better of me again and I went to go peek in his room. I saw him lying on his bed face down and butt naked. On his floor I saw his boxers with a stain on the front having clearly finished. What I did next I kind of hate myself for but I couldn’t help myself. I left the door open just a little so that I could reach in and grab the boxes. I hurriedly rushed to my room. I know it was wrong but it was so hot holding my best friends boxers after he gets just use them after masturbating. I couldn’t help but touch myself holding them close to my face. I don’t know how long I was like that for sitting on the edge of my bed holding his boxers up to my face my hand working furiously in my pants until something happened that would change everything.
I don’t know for how long, but at some point out of the corner of my eye I saw something I turned and saw him standing in my doorway apparently haven’t been watching me touch myself holding his boxers. I couldn’t tell if what he saw I confused him or if that expression was just from him being drunk as he stared at me and I froze like a deer in headlights. Of course as soon as he realized I was looking back at him he smirked and started walking toward me. I thought he’d be furious I thought he’d shout at me but instead he just walked up to me and put his hand on top of my head shoving his dick in my face and rubbing it against my cheek. “Mhmmm yu know, this thing has been preventing me from sleeping… An it looks like you wouldn’t mine helping me out would ya…” he said not waiting for my response as he pulled my head closer to him, his cock sliding across my face as he pressed his balls into my mouth. This is a situation that I have literally been fantasizing about for the past several months, but despite myself I couldn’t move I couldn’t say anything except stare up at him as he continued moving his cock back-and-forth across my face. “Open…” he said pulling back and guiding his cock so that the tip was pressing against my lips. Hesitantly I open my mouth and feel him guide his cock inside. Feeling the warm texture against my tongue as he continue pushing it back slowly. I close my lips around it watching his face change from careful drunken concentration to pleasure. If he did this let go of his cock and put both hands on the back of my head pulling me in closer tell his head hit the back of my throat forcing me to gag. To my surprise instead of pulling back out so that he could push back in again he just kept pushing trying to fit the whole thing. I braced my hands against his hips hoping to get him to take the hint with me pushing back against him but he just kept pushing. Forcing his cock past the back of my throat making me choke on it until eventually my nose became buried in his pubes. His balls pressed against my chin as I looked up through tear filled eyes as he hunches over me pressing my head into his crotch grunting. It didn’t take long before I felt and start to pull my head back, and even less before he was slamming my head back down on his cock. Pounding the back of my throat with the head of his cock every time, causing me to gag and choke. ” Ahh, fuck! Fuck!” do you know if you continue pumping his cock down my throat posting one leg up on the bed for better leverage.
This was way too intense for me, I had never even given a blowjob before let alone one is intense. Would he even remember this tomorrow? I thought to myself. But I didn’t have long to think about it as he suddenly shove my head down on his cock and help me there. Felt like he was using all of his strength to push me into him as his body tensed up “ah fuck, Amanda, I’m cumming!” He moaned as I felt his cock begin pulsating in my mouth as he began shooting his load down my throat. My feeling of panic from being unable to breathe fighting for room in my brain as I thought, who is Amanda? I try tapping on his leg trying to get him to let go so I could breathe but he held me there ignoring me until he was just about finished pulling his cock out finally. As I coughed and sputtered trying to gasp for breath he began stroking his cock right in front of me shooting the last of his load onto my face. “Fuck” he said breathlessly as he sat down on my bed and laid back his cock now slipped with spit beginning to lie down limp against his leg. And they try to pull myself together I look over at him only to see if you’ve already fallen asleep on my bed. I sat there panting for a while trying to wrap my head around what the fuck just happened and eventually decided to get up and clean myself off. I’ll talk to him about it in the morning I thought to myself. Unaware that our friendship had just ended.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w2v0op/chpt_1_caught
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