I wasn’t surprised by how small his cock was, but I was a little surprised when his hot jizz shot onto my face the second my lips touched his tip. I guess I should’ve expected it, in hindsight.
My best friend had always been a runt. He was roughly my size from kindergarten all the way up to highschool, and when all his male friends hit puberty and grew into men he was still my size – 5’5, 120 lbs, thin as a rail.
I made fun of him for it exactly once, joking that he could fit into my clothes. He hid the pain behind an agreeable chuckle, but I saw it for a second and never poked that sore spot again. He didn’t get along well with other men, but his frailty made it hard for him to get along with most women too. He interpreted anything less than constant enthusiasm as a sign that they didn’t like him, and so he never asked anyone out, never dated all through highschool, and for the most part I was his only friend.
So it was normal for him to apply to all the same colleges as me. Normal for us to go halvsies on an apartment instead of living in the dorms with strangers. Normal for him to be there when I brought a guy home. But this wasn’t highschool anymore. The first time he was ever seriously honest with me – really genuine – was the day after he’d heard me through the wall moaning and begging as I got railed by some guy I barely remember. He remembered.
The next day, after classes, he just said it out of the blue while we were folding laundry. “I heard you last night.”
The pause was too long, we both knew what he meant, but I said “heard me what?” just to be sure. “You know, having sex.”
“Oh.” I went back to folding. “Sorry, I’ll try to be quieter next time?” I didn’t know if that was really a solution.
“No, I…” He sighed. “I don’t want to ruin your fun, I just would like some warning so I can leave. You know, it’s just a little awkward” he laughed, but again, I could see the pain behind the grin.
“You’re hurt by it.” I was done with the bullshit. “Is that because you want to have sex in general, or because you don’t want anyone else touching me?”
His smile disappeared instantly. He was slouching comfortably before, but soon straightened and frowned. I rarely saw him like this, brow furrowed, tense, almost ready for war. Normally he was the softest little thing, thick black ruffled hair and cute dimples, smiles and positivity. But just then, for a moment, he looked angry.
“I don’t know what I feel. It hurt, I don’t know why, okay?” His fist clenched. “Of course I want to have sex but with you it’s… it’s more.” He looked away. An open window made the chirping of crickets and the whirring of cars on a nearby highway the only sounds in the room as we sat motionless. My stomach filled with anxiety. “Maybe I just really need to get laid,” He finally continued, “but maybe sex is just another fucking chore like eating, sleeping, peeing. I don’t want it, I don’t want any of it.”
“But you want me.” Our eyes met.
He nodded, ever so slightly. I scooted over to him, my pajama pants making sliding on the hardwood easy. He locked up, motionless, as I leaned over to kiss his lips. They were as soft as they looked. My hand cradled his cheek and after a second his arms wrapped around me. I leaned into him, easily pushing him back to lay on the ground, and broke the kiss just long enough to grab the half-folded shirt on his lap and throw it.
I started kissing all over his face, his nose, his lips again, his eyebrow. I could feel his breath catch when my tongue slipped out to caress his bottom lip. It occurred to me that this was a lot, so I broke away and melted into him, letting my head rest on his shoulder. “I promise if it becomes a chore for you, I can live without it, but if we’re going to be together all I need is for you to be fucking honest with me, okay?”
“Okay.” His hand landed on my thigh. So he did want it.
“Then what do you want?”
“I… I want you. I love you.”
I sighed. I’d worried this would happen. “If you’ve been fantasizing about being with me all these years, and didn’t say anything…”
“Well you didn’t say anything either.”
“I wasn’t fantasizing.”
“So you don’t want this? I’m confused.”
“No, listen, this is new, you can’t just say you love me like that after two seconds of kissing. I know you love me, I love you too, but we’ve only been friends up till now. Whatever fantasy version of me you’ve fallen in love with, that wasn’t me, I wasn’t there, okay? I’m here – really here – now, so we’ve got to do this the same way we would with strangers, one step at a time.”
“Okay well, you said to be honest…” His hand was still on my inner thigh, awkwardly just resting there. “I think that’s nonsense. We’re not strangers. I adjust our grocery list based on your menstrual cycle. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I said, then smirked. “If that’s how it’s going to be, tell me about your fantasies of us.” I rolled off of him and sat up, pulling my shoulder-length red hair back into a braid and using the scrunchy around my wrist to tie it back.
He gulped. “I mean, that’s a lot.”
“I’m a lot. Tell me.”
“Like, sex stuff?”
“Anything.”
“I guess I’ve dreamt it all up. Growing old together, finally getting you to play video games with me, anal…” He cracked up laughing, and I did too.
“Wow straight to anal, huh? You don’t even want a blowjob first?”
He gulped again.
I could see the meager tent he was pitching and reached over to touch it. He shuddered. “Wow, sensitive?”
“Yeah…”
“Let me help.” I unzipped his pants and slid my fingers under the hem of his boxers before he could react, pulling down enough that his cock popped out. He lifted his butt off the floor enough to get them down more, but not all the way.
He was pretty small, I wasn’t surprised, but I was surprised he was clean shaven. “Do you always shave?”
“I… don’t really grow much hair.”
I guess it was natural. I could already smell precum on him as I leaned over. I laid on my belly with my breasts on his thigh and my feet up in the air behind me as I cupped his balls and leaned down to kiss the soft skin at the base of his shaft. My fingerpads slid along his shaft a few times, I looked up at him and he was wincing, clearly trying to hold everything in. I licked my lips and kissed his shaft, pressing in enough that his cock was smushed against my nose too as I slid up towards his tip. I took a deep breath and enjoyed his familiar scent – though I’d never been this close to it – and let every little vein and bump in his shaft engrain into my memory.
As I reached his tip, he mumbled “fuck you’re so perfect” and came, and that’s where our story started.
It was a lot. Hot, sticky, thick as any I’ve had, shot out with enough force that some got in my mouth but most of it was on my nose and cheeks and forehead. After the first shot I instinctively slipped his tip into my mouth and sucked, pumping his shaft with my hand and twisting my mouth left and right to maximize his pleasure. He shot again, this time fully into my mouth, and his fists hit the floor hard. I think every muscle in his body tightened judging by the way his leg rocked against my bosom and sent my head bobbing, but that tension melted away quickly. I heard his breath intake hard and then soften as I slurped his cum down.
I plopped him out of my mouth and kissed his shaft a few more times for good measure, but by then the cum was getting dribbley so I got up and went to the restroom real quick to wash my face.
About ten minutes later I came back and he was still laying there, looking out the window, but his pants were back up. “Did you… did you clean up?”
“No, sorry I-” I interrupted with “no worries, it’s okay.”
“Sorry I-” again I interrupted “Don’t. You’re fine, I loved that, okay?”
He looked at me. “Really?”
“Yes, forget whatever you think you know. Honesty, right? With me it’s trust or nothing, got it?”
“Right. Got it.”
“So about that anal…” I slipped my pajama pants down and turned around, knowing he had a good look at my ass when I started walking – slowly – towards the bedroom, lifting my left hand over my shoulder to beckon him with a curled finger.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1307zzd/my_best_friend_came_instantly_and_i_love_him_for
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Interesting writing, but this was miserable. Just imagining being this pathetic guy who is too scared to confront the woman he loves. Does he get off to you fucking other men?
I can’t believe how demeaning your description of him is. You can clearly see the hurt in his life, why did you have to make it about that? Can you imagine being this man? Of course he didn’t confront you, you are a woman. He is lacking in every dimension. He doesn’t want to disappoint you. He loves you. He wants you to have a good life. What is that to you, that he would make that sacrifice? An excuse to sleep with other men? Yeah, think about that. As you said, he remembers, you don’t. It wasn’t important to you. It was everything to him whether he likes it or not. As he said, he didn’t want to ruin your good time. He was willing WILLING to play second fiddle for the rest of his life just because of how much he loves you. He was ok letting other men fuck you. He felt that he had to be because people do not even consider him a man. He was thinking about your pleasure first and foremost. About your life first and foremost. And your response was to sexualize his loyalty? To show just how much of a sacrifice he made to you? How in his pathetic weakness he came to show a strong love?
I appreciate the reversal. I always do. I like that you are ok that he came quickly. It seems you are even fine that his penis is small which I appreciate. He certainly isn’t. He is fucked up for life. This is not a funny game of sexual reversals for him.
I’m not trying to be too mean, but I wanted to enjoy this. It was very negative. Very hurtful and dark. It is good writing I would say, and I enjoyed the story. The narrator is a tad cruel though.