More Than Friends

Twenty-Four

This newfound confidence had come out of nowhere, but I didn't really think about it. Not giving Connor much of a chance, I pushed him down on my bed, and this time I pinned him down. It was my turn to take the lead, and it was his turn to be the nervous one red in the face.

"B-ben..." He cried out, trying not to be too loud about it, as I continued to peck way at his neck and move my hands up and under his shirt.

Suddenly, I didn't want to stop, I just wanted him all to myself. Before I knew it, I took off his shirt, and tossed mine off to the side. Still pinning him down to my bed, I kissed him in the mouth until our tongues didn't know what to do anymore.

Our breathing grew heavier and we were both sweating like crazy. In the heat of the moment, I reached down and didn't hesitate to unzip his pants. Even though I had thought about what doing it with Connor would be like before, I had never actually imagined all the "dirty stuff". I pulled down his pants and reached into his boxer shorts, more freaked out about it than I lead on. But none of that stopped me from actually taking it all into my mouth.

It caught him completely by surprised, and he moaned out in both excitement and disbelief. I had caught myself completely by surprise as well, by the time I realized what I was doing, I had already gone too far to simply stop.

This wasn't the first time I had ever had sex with a guy, but something felt different this time. I almost never enjoyed what I was doing, but because it was Connor, somehow I didn't mind. In fact, I wanted to do it. There was something special about the way Connor reacted to it, the pleasure I gave him, something that made it almost okay, if that makes any sense. I guess it was the simple fact that I was willing to do something so personal and intimate with him, to share a state of vulnerability with him. I wanted to pleasure him because I loved him.

After a while, I slowly came to a halt and rested, lying next to him. He took that as a sign that it was his turn. Although he claimed to have never done anything remotely like this before, he seemed to do a pretty good job at it for his first time. Slowly, he made his way from my abdomen to somewhere lower, unzipping my pants and pulling them off. He let his tongue do most of the work. He might have never done this to a guy, but he clearly had experience pleasuring another person with his mouth. Words really couldn't describe the feeling, but "fucking amazing" comes close. But it was more than that, honestly; it went farther than just having sex with each other.

Connor continued, but it soon became clear he was getting a bit uncomfortable about it and nervous. I didn't blame him, seeing as how it was his first time, and actually found it kind of adorable. I stopped him and got him to come back up to eye level with me. We began to kiss each other on the neck and shoulders, finding ourselves more and more under the covers and out of our underwear.

Lying there with him, I forgot about all my worries, about all of my stupidity and humility. I couldn't help but smile, so much so that it was beginning to hurt my cheeks. Connor seemed to feel the same way, or at least that's how I felt he felt. He continued to hold me tighter in his arms and kept trying to kiss me on the lips, though I wouldn't let him.

"Come on," he would whisper in my ear, "let me kiss you."

"No," I'd laugh while pushing his lips away from me, "your mouth smells like... dick."

"Whose fault is that?" He replied, still determined to kiss me. "Yours does too, and I don't mind."

Eventually I gave in, but only because it was him. I'm not sure how long it took for either of us to "reach our climax", but it certainly felt like a long time. It was night time by then. Regardless of being done, we stayed in bed, neither of us wanting it to ever end.

Hours later, after talking about just about everything we had missed in each other's lives the last five years, Connor fell asleep.  Resting on his shoulders, I knew I was safe, cared for, loved. I know I'm with the only person I have ever wanted to be with, the only person who I have ever cared for this way. We were best friends, we'd always be best friends, and we would always be together.

The End