Long time no see

~ Chapter 1 ~ SMUT +18

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, we were best friends; weren't we? Two guys weren't supposed to like each other, right? I felt completely different as Andrew stuck his hand down into my pants and stroked my member. My eyes were melting into his brown, and I couldn't help but feel incredibly special. "What are you doing, Andrew?" I shuddered. He smiled, and brought his lips down to mine. "What does it feel like, Allen?" "Tell me." He said, starting to stroke a little faster. I clenched my legs together as hard as I could and gasped. "I-It feels like you," I managed to moan. He let go for a moment and lifted his hand up my torso. "Do you know what I feel, Allen?" He said, sliding his hand over to my right nipple and squeezing, "I feel love;" "every inch of you is full of it." I flinched at the sensation, but it was still quite pleasurable. "Is it love for a girl?" He said squeezing harder. I let out a moan, and grabbed his wrist. "No, it's not love for a girl." He chuckled and started to unbutton my shirt. "Then who's it for, Allen?" He teased, putting his mouth on my other nipple and sucking. I shook my head and looked down at the bedsheets. "No one you know.." I mumbled. He finished unbuttoning my shirt, and then gently pulled it up over my arms. He traced his fingers down my arm, starting with the wrist, and ending over my stomach. He brought his mouth down, and kissed me tenderly beneath my belly button. "Are you sure I don't know this person, Allen?" He said, whispering into my skin. I shuddered at his touch, reaching my legs out and wrapping them around his shoulders. "Positive," I lied. Of course Andrew knew it was him, because he was the only person this body would ever belong to besides me. He's made his mark throughout the years on me, by touching my hands and face, but now it happens to be an area that binds two people together. He's touching the uncovered me, I thought. He brought his tongue down to my naval, licked around it, and then penetrated it. It was such an odd sensation, but it was one that was as equally pleasing. I moaned under him, grazing his back with my toes. His shirt had been the first to come off, and his skin was warm and soft under mine. He was like a rose, bold, brilliant, but as easily tender and sharp when he wanted to be. I was lucky that I've never seen his anger towards me before, instead, he threw his pedals down on me like crimson rain, showering me in his love and lust, ever so delicately. I'm sure I was the only one who thought of it like that, but a memory for your first love would always be haunting, one way or another. He grabbed ahold of the rim on my pants, unbuckling my belt, and slowly starting to move them down. My heart was on fire, and so was my lower region. I couldn't believe I was so turned on by my best friend's touch; A guy's touch. Wasn't this supposed to be wrong? But, yet again, how could something that felt so good be wrong? He stroked his tongue over my length, and I nearly choked. His saliva, tracing over my body, the hidden area that no one but him saw, was the most pleasurable experience I'd ever had before. Sensory erupted throughout my body, and bucking my hips back, I moaned. He chuckled slightly, and continued, licking around the tip in circles, and then taking it in. This was my first time, the first time anyone had ever touched me, and the excitement overwhelmed me. I was still completely mortified, but equally enthralled; maybe just because it was Andrew. Andrew and I had known each other for about twelve-ish years now, and he was nearing his eighteenth birthday, which I would turn next year. He was one year older than me, but we were in the same grade, so it's fair to say we have some history behind us. Andrew sucked around my tip, inching more of me into his throat at a time. I grabbed the bedsheets, holding in my moans, but Andrew reached up to hold my hand, taking his mouth away, and speaking. "Don't hide your enjoyment, show me," he said, smiling dumbly. I blushed and looked away, but not moving my hand. They were still resting on each other, and then I slowly weaved my fingers in between his. He tightened his grip on me, and moving farther up my torso, he pulled our combined hands up to his lips and kissed mine. "Just be you, and tell me what you like," he whispered into them. My heart nearly stopped, love-stricken by his tenderness, and  guided by his movements. I took a moment to look him deep in the eyes, and then I looked back down at my erection. He seemed to understand, and pulling back he licked up my length once more, and then took me in as far as he could go. I was shocked, and every part of me ached deeply in pleasure, but I couldn't allow myself to show it. My grip on my bedsheets tightened further, and this time I clenched my legs, but he didn't stop. Instead, he deepened me in his mouth, brushing over my tip with his tongue, and fondling me from below. I couldn't speak, all I could do was moan in deep pleasure, and take in the sensation of building up. "A-Andrew," I moaned, finally managing to gain enough strength to speak, "I-I'm close.." He stopped for a moment, and then looked up at me with his bright brown shining eyes. We weren't supposed to be doing this, but we were. "How close, Allen?" He smirked. I wanted to smack him, but my knees were giving out, and my hands were shaking. "T-Too close," I whispered, looking at him. He smiled, and planted a kiss onto my thigh, sucking on my skin. I shuddered at his touch, and clenched my toes tightly, growing impatient. He saw me struggling out of the corner of his eye, and weaved his hand back to my member, while he continued on my thigh. He moved up and down ever so slightly, taunting me, but I still writhed under his touch. "M-More," I said embarrassed. I was really close now, and I craved it more than anything. He took his mouth off my thigh and began pumping me faster, moving more rhythmically; it would be anytime now. "A-Andrew, I'm coming!" I shouted, removing my grip from the bed, and grabbing his shoulders. The last surge of pleasure sank through me in seconds, and then I released onto Andrew's chest. I felt mortified that I had dirtied him, and frantically searching for tissues, I got off the bed and grabbed a box on my dresser. He laid down, exposing his chest, and taking his pointer finger, he dabbed it into the liquid and brought it to his mouth. My face flushed bright red, and I quickly took out a few tissues, and rubbed his chest down. He just laughed, looking at me, and then trailed his hand up my arm and grabbed ahold of it in the middle. He pulled me down on top of him, and brought his lips to mine, passionately kissing me. His tongue entered my mouth, and I had no choice but to follow suit. My tongue followed his, exploring as much of his mouth as he was exploring mine, and I moaned into the heated kiss. My hand grabbed ahold of the bedsheets, and our groins rubbed into each other, causing me to moan again. One of his hands left my back, and trailed down to my butt, where he grabbed me, and clenched tightly. I moaned once again into his mouth, and this time I could feel his erection growing on mine. He broke away from the kiss and whispered into my ear. "Are you still a virgin, Allen?" he smiled. My face got hot, and I blushed profusely. What should I say? Should I lie? Should I say I am? I didn't know, but as soon as I was about to answer, he licked my ear and spoke again. "Then let me take your first, ok?" He spoke, reassuringly. My heart fluttered at his statement, and I nearly cried. We were nearing adulthood, and what would happen tonight would be the end of it, we would no longer be children, or just friends, and some part of me didn't want that, but some part of me did. I was willing to take the chance, and I laid down beside him, naked and bare, awaiting him. He traced his fingers gently over my nipples, and then my neck. "Tell me, Allen," he whispered, getting up over me, and unbuckling his belt. I closed my eyes and answered him. "Only if I belong to you forever," I half joked, smiling. He brought his lips down to my stomach and kissed all over me. "Forever mine, forever yours," he mumbled over my skin, "forever always," he finished. To me, Andrew was one who always kept his promises, but I didn't know if this was a promise he could keep. Life was just beginning, and we were only two people against the whole world, not to mention, two men against the world. But, the young, careless side of our souls wanted this more than anything, and sooner or later, love and lust took over reason and restraint. Before Andrew pulled his pants down, he reached into his back pockets, and pulled out a condom, and a container of lube. This was really going to happen, and my breathing stopped. He set both on the bed for a moment, taking his pants down, and then climbing further over me. His body was pale, just like mine, but he was more muscular, and his abs were a little more defined, compared to my flat stomach. Every time I looked up at him, I could only think about our childhood. This was the boy who sat with me at lunch, the one who flew kites with me at the park, and the one who made fun of me during school, but always had my back. He was the one person I counted more on in my entire existence than anyone else; he was my best friend. Now, he'd be the first one to take me, and my innocence, but hopefully he'd be the last. Andrew brought his lips to mine again, this time, softly kissing me, and then he moved back and sat down on the bed. He grabbed the bottle of lube, and opened it swiftly, flicking his thumb upwards, and popping the cap open. He dribbled some onto his pointer and index fingers, and then looked down into my eyes. "Are you ready?" He questioned. I didn't really know what to say, so I spread my legs a little more, exposing myself, and the cold air brushed through my thighs. He took his fingers, and coated my entrance with lube, sticking one in. My heart was racing, and the sensation was unknown, but it soon became pleasurable as he slowly moved in and out of me. "Does it hurt?" He asked, sincerely. I shook my head, "N-No.." I gulped. He smiled, and brought another finger to my entrance, slowly pushing it in. I gasped, and he instantly stopped, but I nodded for him to continue, and he did. "You're so beautiful, Allen," he cooed. "Everything about you is stunning," he spoke, trailing his other hand down my cheek, and brushing over my lips. I blushed at his words, and looked away, but he continued to play with my brown hair. "What are you doing, A-Andrew?" I asked, still looking to the side. He kept his fingers moving inside of me, but the way he stared at me made me feel flustered. He chuckled, and moved my hair up over my ear. "I'm just admiring all of you," he answered. I turned to look at him, flustered, but entranced. His soft blonde hair was drooping over his face, and his pale lips were curled up into a smile; it was his usual look, but it was one that I loved. I took my hand and brought it to his cheek, where I rested it there, and then slowly drifted it down his neck. "I admire you too," I whispered, watching my fingers stroke down his skin. He moved his fingers a little bit more harshly, and I laid back, releasing a moan. "Do you like that?" He said, smirking. I panted, and looked up into his eyes. "Y-Yes," I moaned, grabbing his elbow. He continued, but this time he started scissoring me with his two fingers; stretching me out further. I gasped, and releasing my grip from him, I clenched back into the blankets, and raised my legs higher. I must admit that it was painful, but it was bearable, and the more he took his time with me, the more the pain started to sink away. "I'm adding a third finger now, alright?" He spoke, kissing me on my knee. I nodded, and as soon as his third finger found its way inside of me, I nearly came again. It was building up in me, painfully so, and just from his fingers; that's how much I was in love with him. Within that moment, I opened my eyes, and I noticed his stiff erection, waiting to be released. He had been paying so much attention to me, that he hadn't minded himself, and part of me had a sense of guilt. I staggered my hand down my chest, and when I got to him, I stuck my hand into his boxers. He moaned deeply as I began stroking him, and he thrust his fingers even farther into me, causing me to shudder. "I-I'm close" I mumbled, slightly embarrassed. I had already come once, and nearly a second time with just his fingers; I felt addicted. He bent down a little farther, suddenly pulling his fingers out, and grunting into my ear. "Can I?" He asked, melting in my touch. I nodded, stroking him harder, before I grabbed the condom and handed it to him. He stood up for a moment, turned around, and then slid his underwear down. They were black and red, something sort of fancy, compared to the grey ones I had on long ago. Even staring at his butt, I realized that he was much more fit than me, and it made me feel somewhat nervous. Everything about him was built; his arm muscles were defined, his abs, and even his legs. He had definitely achieved more than me on building strength, but yet he still chose me. While I was lost in my thoughts, he sat back down on the bed, and spreading his legs ever so slightly, he slid the condom on. I blushed, seeing his full length, and slightly scared at the same time, but I knew he would take care of me. He picked up the bottle of lube, and added a little bit more to himself to make sure everything would be as painless as possible, and I spread my legs. "You've done this before, haven't you, Andrew?" I laughed. He stood back in shock for a moment and looked at me. I didn't want him to feel bad, because I knew it wasn't his first time, but I wanted it to be his last time with me. "I'm teasing, don't worry, Andrew," I smiled. He staggered for a moment, then brought his body over me, looking down into my eyes as his hair draped over his nose, and whispered. "I've never done it with a guy before, Allen," he spoke, lowering his face towards mine, "and I've never truly fallen in love with anyone before you," he murmured, bringing his lips to mine, and taking a sweet kiss. It was gentle, lovingly so, and I nearly cried again, but I made sure to hold it in my throat. He raised his head again, and then left two kisses on my left and right cheek, brushing my hair out of my eyes, and exposing them into the light. My eyes were blue, and he always told me that he treasured them, even as my best friend. "I can see the ocean now," he beamed. I blushed at his remark, but part of me was completely flattered. I didn't reply to him, I just grabbed his face, and brought my lips back to his, creating a more heated kiss this time, and he fell right into it. I started to moan again into the kiss, and he picked up where he left off. We broke the kiss off for a moment, until he aligned himself with me, and started to move in. I writhed in pain and pleasure, but he took his time, watching for my body language, and made sure I was situated before he began to move. "Are you alright, Allen?" I nodded, moaning heavily. The first thrust into me would be enough to make me cum, and I had to prepare for it. "Andrew, t-take it slow.." I moaned. He nodded, and started moving slowly. I tried my best to relax, but everything was new to me, and it was somewhat uncomfortable. He noticed this, and brought his left hand to my nipple. He rubbed his pointer finger over it, and then pinched it, causing a surge of pleasure to rush to my groin. He then licked up my jawline, and planted his tongue over my lips, where I parted them, and let him explore me. Our tongues melted into each other, circling one another's; and when I was finally relaxed, he began to thrust again. It was too sudden and I grabbed onto his hair. "I'm c-coming!" I panted into his ear. He continued, and as I dug my nails into his shoulders, I released; and once again, onto him. I moaned loudly, and I grabbed him, holding him tight as he continued. I could tell he was getting close, because he slightly expanded inside of me, and with every thrust he groaned. "F-Fuck, Allen," he moaned. Just the sensation of feeling him inside me was enough to set my heart on fire. "I love you," he grunted, wrapping him fingers into mine. "I love you so much," he said, kissing me. No sooner than that did I truly realize I loved the man on top of me. He had been the person I ran to for years, and one day, I wanted to be the last person he'd ever run after either. "I love you too, Andrew," I said returning his kiss. 'Be my always and forever,' I thought. We were so close to graduating, and what would happen then? He stroked his hand down my chest, "I'm coming, Allen.." he moaned. I continued to hold onto him, wanting the moment to remain forever, but unfortunately, it didn't.