When he came to live with me

A Mess

I grabbed Kev's boxers and pulled them down revealing his flaccid penis. I was surprised by how well maintained his pubic hair was, despite his messy lifestyle. I then realized that he must have taken time to trim it for what should have happened today.

"You really don't have to do it," he reassured as he noticed my silence after I had undressed him. Although I could feel his dick calling me to touch and stroke it.

"That's what friends are for!" I shrugged.

I then slowly touched his still soft dick, wrapped my fingers around it and started to gently stroke my hand up and down. As he started to enjoy it, he became harder and breathed heavier with long gasps. He then moved his fingers around my platinum blonds and then gently traced it to my ears and played with my lips. And there it was, in all its glory, fully erected and slightly leaning towards me like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. 

As I moved my hands gently up and down his long shaft, I realized I was hard too. I wished he was oblivious of that fact. Then I sped my hands as he moaned, "Mon Amour!" Yup! That's what he called me, translating to 'my love' from French. I never realized when he started calling me that instead of Luc. He always addressed me that way. Even when we had company. I can't refuse that I liked it none the less.

He would moan every time my fingers touched his glans making we want to do it more. As I accelerated my hand movements, he enjoyed it more and then arched his back and supported his summery body with his well-built arms. As the seconds between his consecutive moans shrank, I felt he was nearing orgasm. As I jerked him off, he shifted from my belly, downwards to my lower abdomen. His ass touched my erect penis and he chortled, "Seems like you're loving it as much as me." He embarrassed me and I lost speed but as he moaned again, I gained it again.

After a few more moments of extreme jerking, without any notice, except a moan, he came. His jizz was airborne and landed flat on my face. It was warm. He moaned harder as his next shot landed a little short from my neck and the following few dropped on my navel. I started to fantasize him sliding down my legs, laying his chest on my thighs, pulling down my underwear and sucking me. I felt extreme ecstasy as I realized my cock was throbbing and felt a warmth around my groin. He apologized for the mess he had made on my face and body.

"Looks like you really had a blast," I giggled as his semen that had collected near my thin, pink lips dripped into my mouth.

It was the taste of him! I never thought that cum could taste so good.

As he apologized more, he moved to my crotch and must have felt me wet.

He laughed, "Seems to me that you had a blast too!"

I was so humiliated but he reassured, "You don't need to blush. It's okay, Amour!" As he said that I was lost in a dreamy state. I swallowed his fluid that I was tasting in my mouth.

"It's all over you! I made a mess of your petite body. I am so so sorry!!!", He apologized again as I yelled at him to stop apologising. He pulled up his boxers. Can't deny that I loved it more than he did, evident by my wetness. He fetched a few tissues from my bedside drawer and wiped my face gently. I gazed at his eyes which were moving with his fingers rubbing on my face. Then they shifted to my eyes which were staring at his. The intensity of his penetrating gaze enfeebled me, so much so that bile rose up my throat. He smiled and wiped a drop hanging from my thick lashes and I could feel my cheeks flush.

"You like my touch, don't you?" he teased me as I was mortified and lost in his lustrous eyes.

The next moment, he was pulling down my undies and wiping my hard phallus and the cum around it. That's what I meant by how comfortable he was around me. I could feel his fingers touch me through the thin fabric and I moaned a little. He chuckled noticing it. He walked to my closet and fetched a fresh pair of undies. He put them on me and laid with me for a while teasing me as I acted annoyed but secretly blushed.

After about half an hour of him humiliating me about how I enjoyed it more than him, he forced me downstairs to the kitchen. I was famished, and he made us dinner. After dinner, I did the dishes as he watched TV.

"It's almost midnight, Kev! Let's go to bed now."

He grumbled like a child as I pushed him upstairs to his room and shut his door behind me but then I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind me.

"I think I'll need your company tonight."

I giggled as I opened the door and entered my room. I could still see some of his fluid scattered across my bedsheet but before I could do anything, he plunged into the bed and I quietly followed. I turned off all the lights except the dim light of the attached balcony which made us able to see our faces. He gazed into my eyes and then cocooned me with his muscular limbs lightly. I managed to get one of my arms around his back and realised that we were just best friends.

"I love you. You know that right?" he stated as he noticed my face glooming. I felt like he had psychic abilities as he was constantly reading me.

"Don't say that! Don't say something you don't mean!" I grumbled.

"But I do love you, Mon Amour!"

"But not in that way!" I interrupted.

He was silenced and I chose to stay quiet too. I gently patted on his back.

"You know you deserve better" I assured him, "You'll soon find your soulmate."

I was interrupted by a soft snore when I realized he dozed off.

"Well, my words seem to bore you," I giggled, "Goodnight love!"

I wished that we could be more than just best friends. "We are more than best friends!" his voice echoed in my ears as I remembered his touch. I could still feel his warm cum on my lips and I licked it as I closed my eyes.