Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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"Jerking off."
My voice came out strangled, like a whisper, a shameful whisper.
"You..." Wilder blinked a few times to make sure that what he heard was real. "You really want me to do this?"
Did he think I was asking him to give me a hand job?
Eww. No. That's so messed up.
"No," I cringed and quickly looked away. "Not like that." I exhaled and turned his way but was too ashamed to meet his eyes. "I can barely move my hand. I don't have the strength to do it by myself. I need you to wrap my fingers around it and help me... you know... do it."
When Wilder understood what I was saying, he let out a relaxed "Oh" sound. Then he panicked. "Oh!" He got up and stumbled around clumsily with his hands on his waist. "Umm. OK. Ok, yeah. So, this is happening."
His face reddened and made all kinds of expressions.
He didn't know how to begin, and neither did I. This was a bad idea. The worst! But I didn't have any choice. I didn't have a girlfriend. I didn't have a hooker. And my body felt so heavy, that I could barely move.
"So, you can't move." He rubbed his chin while strolling around. "That means you're already at phase 4." He was basically mumbling to himself. "And we don't wanna get to phase 5. Oh, this is not good." He pulled on his hair. "Not good at all."
"Why?" I shivered. "What's phase 5?"
He stopped pacing, looked at me with big fearful eyes, then forced a smile.
"Nothing," he squeaked. "How do you feel now? You look... better."
That smile was not fooling anybody. He wasn't going to tell me what will happen to me after this, and it made my stomach churn.
"Dude." I gulped through the pain. "It hurts so fucking much I feel like I'm gonna throw up." I shuddered as a yell unintentionally came out of me, "So just fucking do it already!"
Wilder was taken aback by my sudden outburst.
"Ugh." I shut my eyes tight, grinding my teeth together. "I'm sorry. And I'm so so sorry for making you do this."
I wanted to pull the pillow from under my head and smother myself with it.
"Nooo. No, it's OK." He swiped his purple hair back. "I can do it." Then he chuckled and shrugged with his palms upward. "Hey. It's not like my first time doing something like this. You know me."
Yeah, I knew him, I knew him very well. He was very experienced in all kinds of sexual activities with all kinds of sexual partners. He even went out with an orgy group once and did it in the forest. This shouldn't be too weird for him, but it was super weird for me, for us! This shouldn't happen between best friends. Stuff like this ruined friendships.
