Gay One Shots #1

2. My Brother's Best Friend

August Alsina as Anthony Alsina

Chris Brown as Maurice Brown

Lucas Coly as Lucas Brown

Lucas' P.O.V

"Hey Lucas," he said.

He seemed more nervous than anything. I wonder if he likes ... nah, but that's his best friend and he wouldn't like him in that way. My heart would be crushed if that was ever to happen. But, really, I wonder if he likes him. He's way too good for Maurice.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked up. There he was with his fine self. He was tall, slightly muscular, and had curly black hair that he'd recently grown, but it was now in cornrows. He had the most intense looking brown eyes and the thickest, juiciest, plumpest lips I'd ever seen. He had gold grills and a small goatee. He was from New Orleans so he had the sexiest accent that you'd ever hear.

"Wassup," I said, scared that he'd caught me staring at him.

"Where Maurice at?"

I pointed to his room and he walked off. He was Anthony Alsina. He was my brother's best friend. They had been friends ever since they were 6 and I got along well with Anthony very well. Somehow, I had a crush on Anthony which made me jealous when he and Maurice hung out.

I didn't think that I was gay until I'd hit puberty around the age of 13. It was then that I noticed that I had these weird feelings for Anthony. He was the only person who made me feel that way. I tried to get rid of the feelings but I couldn't seem to be able to. It didn't help that he was so nice to me all the time since I was his best friend's brother.

When they hung out, they would always invite me to come and hang out with them even if I didn't want to. I didn't want either of them knowing the feelings that I possessed for Anthony.

When he walked off, I went straight to my room. I was about to be lonely and frustrated, so it made sense that I watched some porn. I made sure that I locked my door, so that no one would walk in on me beating my meat. Thankfully, I was doing it for long enough to know that I was to lock the door every time I came in. My room was soundproof so no one would hear me moaning Anthony's name among other profanities. The thought of doing that had me blushing.

I went online and found a video that appeased me. It was one with two black guys, a light-skinned and a dark-skinned. The dark one was the top and the light one was the bottom. The shit got me hard as fuck as I visualized that it was me and Anthony who were doing the deed there. It was the same routine every time.

I was shamelessly moaning his name and feeling the way that I felt every single time I did this. It was this warm, fluttery yet erotic feeling. I stroked my cock from base to tip and began circling my hand around it. I used the precum to lube up my dick, since it was naturally a lot.

As soon as I had the erotic orgasm, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. After that, I went downstairs in order to get me something to eat. I made a ham sandwich with lettuce, tomatoes and cheese and got a bottle of water. Although I just sounded like one of those jocks who was so conscious about their bodies that they starved themselves, I just wasn't all that hungry.

When I went back to my room, I was shocked to find that Anthony was in my room. He was looking fine as hell in his black sweatpants, white t-shirt and his socks. He had this look of pure lust and desire in his eyes and I was confused. No one had ever looked at me in that way. I was surprised as hell.

"Um, hey Ant," I said awkwardly.

He nodded at me and walked over to my bed from close to the door where he was standing. He was mumbling on and on about how he couldn't believe he'd talked me into this...

"I've got a few things that I want to tell you right now," he said.

He sounded nervous. Anthony Alsina had never been one to ever sound nervous in his life. This must have been some serious shit.

"I wasn't going to do this, but somehow Maurice talked me into doing this so that I have no regrets."

He sounded really nervous. He looked down and closed his eyes before squeezing them tight then looking up back at me.

"I like you!" he blurted out.

My face got hot and my cheeks flooded with a reddish-pink colour.

"W-what???!!!" I stuttered.

The ANTHONY ALSINA whom I'd been crushing on ever since I knew what a crush was, liked me. M-me of all persons that there are in this world to like. He gently put his hand under my chin and brought my eyes to meet his when he saw that I wasn't responding. His eyes were swimming with emotions of joy, pride, lust and ... love?

I gulped when his eyes dropped to my lips and he unconsciously liked them. No wonder why he had seemed so nervous when he came, and stupid me thought that it was Maurice that he liked. I was glad in a way, because he was too perfect to be with Maurice, hell he was too perfect for me even.

"Aren't you going to say something, shawty?" he asked.

"Nigga, I'm nearly as tall as you are."

He laughed. He then got serious and leaned down to peck my lips. I gasped at the lightning that zapped through my lips when he pecked them. When he was moving away, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His lips intertwined with mine and moved in synchronization with each other.

His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I moaned before opening my mouth to let him in. His tongue grazed against mine and I moaned at the feeling. It was a very good sort of feeling. I wished that it would never end, but damn us for being human. We needed air.

When he pulled away, his deep eyes bored into mine and I hid my face in the crook of his neck and away from him. He chuckled and his neck and chest region vibrated with the sound.

"So," he cleared his throat nervously. "Will you go out with me?"

I gaped at him.

"As in go out, go out?" I pondered.

He nodded and bit his lip as he nervously awaited my answer. My face of shock turned to one of confusion.

"But aren't you straight though?" I asked. He'd seemed like the party kind of guy to just fuck a chick and then dump her right afterwards.

He laughed silently and shook his head.

"I've known that I was gay since I was 11 years old."

I gaped at him even more than before. Why on earth didn't he or even Maurice tell me??? My face then turned to one of joy and elation. I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. As I was getting into the kiss, I heard a throat clear from my door.

Maurice was standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"So..." he said.

I looked at him confused.

"Will you be his nigga? Go out with him and shit?"

I grinned wide.

"Sure."

"Yaas bitch!!!" Maurice exclaimed while dancing around and cheesing.

I just laughed at him as Anthony pulled me into his arms. I could not believe that in a million years, I was about to go out with my brother's best friend.