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Fair warning: This story is M on M. If you don't like the gay stuff you won't like this.

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“I look like a nerd.”

“You look like you’ve got class and refinement. A real gent.” My best friend Akira says as he looks me over. Damn he was looking pretty today. “Keep the glasses. They make you look smart. But…let’s lose the tie. This isn’t a job interview.” Reaching up he begins to loosen the knot.

I raise my chin and stand still for him, arms at my sides. “I shouldn’t have bought the flowers. Who buys flowers anymore? Especially for a first date. I’m such a nerd.”

“She won’t expect it.” He says as he pulls the tie from my collar. “And that’s a good thing. It’s sweet. It’s romantic. It’s charming.” He smiles. “It’s you.” After tossing the ribbon of blue satin over the back of his sofa his slender hands then return to my neck to unfasten the top button of my slate gray dress shirt then smooths out the fabric across my broad chest. “Better. Very handsome.”

Looking over his head, an easy thing as I stood full a foot taller than him, I see myself reflected back from his balcony door. Staring back at me is a brutish ox of a man. My blunt, square, Neanderthal features never would have gotten me to the cover of GQ but the crooked nose, the scar intersecting my left brow, and the cauliflower left ear, gifts from my years in the fight game, took my appearance from gentle giant down to common street thug. Even freshly shaved and with my thick brown hair trimmed neat from the haircut that I treated myself to today didn’t me help that much. I wasn’t simply unattractive, I was scary. The geeky veneer of bland dark slacks, gray collared shirt, and black rimmed glasses did little to disguise my ogreish countenance. My striking hazel eyes was the one and only thing I had going for me.

Slowly my eyes pan down to the fit, lithe figure of the man who stood in front of me fussing over my appearance. With his attention on my clothes I steal a moment, as I often did when he wasn’t looking, to just…admire. It was so easy to feel unattractive when your best bud was the hottest guy in the world. No. Not just guy, hottest person. Slender yet shapely, elegant and graceful, with fine, delicate features and a bratty twinkle in the eyes Akira’s beauty defied sex and gender. Effortlessly androgynous, more tilted toward the feminine if anything, at first glance most people mistook him for a woman. And not just a woman, but a smoking hot one at that. The gorgeous tattoo of rambling rose vines that stretched out from the sleeves of his tight pink t shirt and down to each wrist, which I knew also wrapped around his chest, shoulders and upper back beneath the shirt, did not help as woven in among the deep green foliage and crimson blooms flitted colorful butterflies that few other men would dare to wear. A detail of the tat most missed, my favorite but one I thought summed him up perfectly, were the wickedly sharp thorns hidden all amongst all the soft prettiness to hint that there was more here than initially appeared. His silver white hair he wore in a unisex mullet, the contrast between it and his fierce dark eyebrows being incredibly sexy, did not help matters either. More than anything though it was that enticingly narrow waist, those softly curved hips, and the way he filled out a pair of jeans at the rear that made my pal really look like a lady. If you missed the bump at his crotch and the lack of them on his chest it was so easy to mistake.

Well…lady might not be quite the correct term. With piercings aplenty he looked more a punk rocking bad ass bitch-goddess than fair maiden. He had multiple studs along the rim of each ear, another through his tongue, cute hoops in his nose and lip, and a ring through his septum. And that was just those you could see. Beneath that snug shirt I knew were adorable little barbells through his nipples and hidden in his pants was another steel ring at the tip of his dick. Boosting his girl-punk aura even more than his ink and steel though was the sassy sway in his hips when he walked and well-honed and confidently effete body language. My bro looked like a gal that knew how to have a good time. With his smoky gray contacts in his defiant and fearless eyes to add to all of this Akira was a character larger than life. His personality could fill a room like mine never could, even if he was barely five foot six and less than half my weight. He was just so…cool! The complete opposite to me.

Just before he looks up again I pull my eyes away to stare back at my reflection before he could catch me peeking.

“I’m ugly.” I sigh.

“You’ve got rugged character.” Akira shoots right back as he gives my heavy jaw a little slap. “Chicks love it.”

“Pff.”

“You’re too hard on yourself. You’re a stud. She said yes, didn’t she?”

“Only after you asked her for me.”

“What are friends for?” His fingers glide around the inside of my collar to straighten it sending tingles down my spine.

“Hrmph.” I grunt. “I’m getting fat.”

His hands glide down to the gut which stretched the midsection of this fitted shirt that had once fit me like a glove. The broad shoulders, thick arms and deep chest of the garment I still filled out as well as ever but the lower down you got the tighter it became. He gives my belly a pat. “You’re not fat, Ben. You’re a beast! Zoey likes beefy guys. Her last lay was a lineman.” He then smirks as he pincers my spare tire between fingers and thumb. “Though it wouldn’t hurt you to quit skipping cardio.”

“I know.” I lie softly.

The truth of the matter was that it would hurt. A lot. The knee injury that had ended my fighting career had been acting up again lately and thus far I’d done my best to hide it from him. Akira had worried enough on my account. He’d done enough worrying about me for a lifetime. Never, NEVER, would I forget him by side during every step of those long hours, days, weeks and months of hospitals and physical therapy. He had been my one ray of light during a very dark time.

Thanks to my natural gifts and background in wrestling I had rocketed up the MMA ranks in my area, followed even more swiftly by my meteoric fall. I was barely 19 when I had been matched up with a real heavyweight contender, a monster of a man who was just about to make the leap to the big leagues. I never should have taken the fight but I was young and cocky. With a flawless record I had started to believe my own hype. I felt invincible. Coaches and agents filled my head with talk of fame and fortune. For the first time in my life suddenly I was the center of attention when I walked into a room. For a month or two leading up to the big bout I was a rock star! Girls, prestige, and new friends everywhere I turned. For a quiet nerd like me it was a lot to take. Akira, my best friend since preschool, was the one person in my life telling me that it was too soon. It killed him to do it as he wanted to support me but he hit me with some hard truths when nobody else was. He told me that I wasn’t as good as I thought I was and that I was getting bad advice by those that didn’t have my best interest at heart. Unfortunately I didn’t listen. I should have listened.

It wasn’t a fight. It was a mauling. I never stood a chance. A first round tap or knockout would have been the most merciful possible ending but, unfortunately for me, I was just good enough to keep my opponent’s finish at bay. I was rewarded for my skill and toughness with the beating of my life. In the second round he hurt me, bad, but on pure grit and adrenaline I dragged myself through hell just so that my stubborn pride could have the satisfaction of hearing the final bell. After the roar of the crowd faded there were no more girls, no more parties, no more agents or coaches telling me of my greatness, and all my new friends faded away as fast as they appeared. In the end there was only Akira.

We’d been through it all, he and I. School, trips, concerts, parties, double dates, tragedies, victories and countless nights just hanging out laughing. Our adventures together spanned the full breadth and depth of our lives. I loved him like a brother. More than my brothers actually, or my father, and more than I could ever possibly express to another man.

“You are ready for this, Ben.” He says in that naturally softly flowing tone of his. “You got this! You’re going to sweep her off her feet. This is going to be the best night of her life.”

“I don’t know, Kira. I’m not sure I’m feeling it tonight.”

“You got this.” He takes my hands and squeezes them hard. I stared down at his dainty fingers holding mine. They were so warm, so soft, so delicate. “It’s been almost a year since your last girl. Even if she’s not the one she can be the one for tonight. It’ll be good for you. Back in the saddle, cowboy. Yee haw!” Taking the bouquet of roses I’d foolishly bought on a whim he jams them into my hand. “Go and rock her world!”

“Mmm. I guess.”

“You guess?” Stepping to my side he gives my ass a hard slap. “Get out there and get it!”

“Okay, okay!” I laugh. “What are you up to tonight?”

“Hittin the clubs.” He shrugs. “I can’t let you be the only one getting some action tonight. I’m the pretty one! Ha ha!”

My smile fades. “Kira.”

“Don’t.”

“Kira.” I say again more forcefully. “You’re not going to drink tonight, yeah?”

“I might have one to loosen up.” He bristles at my meddling. “Relax. I’ll be fine. Now get.”

A dark feeling settles over my heart. I knew Akira better than he knew himself and I knew that with him and drinks it was never just one. Always the wild half of our duo his fun-loving yet trouble-making nature got turned up to 11 once alcohol entered the mix. After a few drinks he was fearless to the point of reckless. He knew well just how hot he looked and there was just something inside of him that couldn’t help but to tease and goad the guys who would approach him in the hopes of picking up what they thought was a hot girl. Drunk, horny guys getting strung along, brutally shut down, then savagely mocked for coming onto a dude? Well, let’s just say that it never failed to lead to trouble. Sometimes he even played the cock teased on purpose! Exaggerating his naturally effeminate motions and voice to draw in unsuspecting playthings for his own impish amusement. I wished he wouldn’t do it and I pleaded with him to stop, but still he played with fire. If this was a couple of years ago I wouldn’t have worried as much. Back then he knew when he could let loose and when he should hold back. But since his mom passed away two years ago that line had become really fuzzy and his drinking was becoming a problem. One of these days he was going to get his ass kicked.

“Kira.” I whisper. “I won’t be there to protect you.”

He looks into my eyes for a long, silent moment…then sighs and nods his head.

“I don’t need your protection, Ben.” He says, his voice warming again. “But if it gets you out of here, I promise that I won’t drink tonight. Okay?”

“You promise.”

“I promise.” He nods. “I think I might just play a game instead.”

The tension that had risen drains away. Akira was many things, a rebel, a wild-child, a joker and a lover, but the one thing that he wasn’t was a liar. Not with me at least.

“Come on. Come on.” He herds me toward the door. “Zoey’s waiting.”

“I’m going!” I laugh in protest as he shoves and punches and pinches me all the way out the door. “Ha ha ha! Quit manhandling me!”

“Pah! What’s a little manhandling between bros.” He winks then slaps my ass again. “Now get outta here, nerd!”

“Yeah.” I stand there in the hall of his apartment for a few seconds looking down at him smiling back up at me. “Hey…Akira?”

“Yeah Ben?”

“Um…” I look at the roses in my hand, then the ones on his arms, and then up into his frosty gray eyes. For a moment everything just…stops. “Nothin.”

“It’ll be great. You’ll see.” He grins and pats my chest. “And hey, if things do go South I’ll be up for awhile. If things really go South feel free to wake me up. I’ve got a frozen pizza with our names on it.”

“Thanks, man. I’ll…uh…I’ll see ya later.”

“Catch ya.”

As I turn and take my first steps the door swings shut behind me. The moment it slams I stop on the spot. Akira’s pep talk hadn’t gotten me nearly as far as it usually did. This time something just didn’t feel right.

I stare down at the over-the-top bouquet. A dozen roses? Roses! What was I thinking? This was a gift meant for true enduring love, not for a first date. Zoey would think that I’m either desperate or crazy. Honestly, I didn’t even want to go out with her. I said that I did to Akira, and of course him being him he went and did something about it for me, but that was simply to keep up appearances. The truth was…it had been a very long time since I enjoyed being with a woman. And I wasn’t just talking about my recent year long dry spell. Women were soft and they were pretty, both of which I adored, but they just weren’t what I wanted. They didn’t touch me the right way, hold me the right way, look at me or talk to me the right ways. They were lovely but in each and every case there was always something missing. In short, they weren’t…him.

I take a long breath and slowly turn back around to stare at his door. He was the one that I wanted. He was the one that I loved. And I was so FUCKING tired of denying it. I look back down at the crimson flowers in my hand. Only then do I notice that every thorn on every stem had been neatly sliced away by the florist. They had made stems safe so that no unwary finger would ever feel their sting. I don’t know why, but it made me sad. In the blink of an eye the sweet smelling bouquet had lost all of its allure. They might as well have been weeds.

My gaze pans back up to the door.

The next thing I knew I am standing in front of the door with my knuckles wrapping off the wood. It only take a couple of seconds for the door to swing open again. Akira looks up at me curiously.

“Ben. Forget something?”

I shove the bouquet into his chest so hard that it knocks him back a step. “I wanted the thorns!”

“What?” He clutches the flowers to his chest as I pull my hand away. “What are you on about?”

“I wanted the thorns, Akira!” I say again. “They’ve got no thorns! I wanted the thorns!”

He looks to the bouquet then back to me. “Dude, you’re losin it.”

“Hrah!” I let out hard huff of frustration. The words that I wanted to say weren’t coming easily. I force myself to calm down then I reach out and lightly take his thin forearm in my hand. My thick thumb slowly glides across the vines inked into his skin as I say softly, pleadingly. “I want the thorns.”

For a moment he stares at my thumb as it gently swipes back and forth across his tattoo, each time rubbing across one of the exposed barbs among the leaves. As he stares Akira goes very, very still until very gradually looking back up my body then up into my eyes. For the very first time in all of our long years together I feel ashamed, humiliated, and unworthy in his eyes. I’d overstepped our bounds and broken a sacred trust. In a single stroke I had changed everything, forever. With this out in the open our friendship would never be the same. I let out a sigh and bow my head low.

After a long, agonizing silence he finally says. “It’s about time.”

My eyes snap back up to meet his. He was smiling! “What?”

“You’re saying what I think that you’re saying, yeah?”

“Wh-What do you think that I’m saying?”

“That you’re gay as hell for me?”

I let out a hard guffaw. “Something like that.”

He grabs me by the shirt and yanks me inside while at the same time sending the dozen roses back out the other way to smack against the opposite wall. WHAM! The door slams shut and the very next moment I am pressed back up against it. Akira’s free hand snaps up to grab the back of my head then, pulling hard on both shirt and head, he pulls me in for a hard kiss on the mouth!

“MMM!” I tense up for a moment as his soft lips mash into mine. Then, the moment it truly strikes me what was happening, the tension just melts away and my spirit soars free. Hunched over my best friend in the world I stand still and let myself be kissed. His warmth, his smell, his aura, his passion infuses me. It was even better than I’d dreamed. “Mmmmm.”

As quick as it started it stops as he shoves me back against the door.

“Do you have ANY idea how long I have waited to do that?” He puts a harmless punch into my gut. “Do you have ANY idea how long I’ve waited to hear that?”

Tears fill my eyes. I hadn’t cried since in years, not even during those torturous months of rehab, but the tears flowed now. Not from hurt, but joy. “You…feel the same way?”

“YES!” He cries out in a release of pent up emotion. Now it him getting all misty eyed! That was even rarer than me bawling. “I love you, bro. I always have. Always.”

“Why didn’t you say something!?”

“You think I haven’t?” He laughs and sniffles and wipes his tearful eyes while still keeping me pinned with his free hand. “In my own way. Grabbing you and groping you every chance I got. Looking hot for you. Teasing all those straight boys. Trying to make you jealous. I even called them straight boys. What kind of straight boy calls other dudes straight boys?”

“Too subtle for me.” I chuckle tearfully.

“I…I…” The words escape him as our eyes lock once more. The next thing I knew his lips were on mine once more. This time however his tongue forces my lips apart. My body acting on instinct opens up to let him in. As his tongue plunges deep into my mouth his hands frantically claw at my chest while I wrap my arms around him to run my hands down the swoop of his back.

“Mrrm!” I growl as chained passion is at once let loose.

“Rrrmmm!” He growls right back into my mouth as he kisses me harder than I’d ever been kissed before. The ring on his lip pinches mine and the stud through his tongue gave me a focus to lick and tap at. The buttons of my shirt were rapidly becoming undone and soon his hand are on the inside groping and gripping at my thick body.

Touching, kissing, fondling this man that had been my platonic friend for as long as I had memories was at once strange, wonderful and liberating. His lithe, firm, fit physique, his narrow waist, the smooth curve of his hips, and that full booty was a feast for my roaming hands.

“Hahhh!” I gasp as the passionate kiss is broken once more to leave me reeling.

Wrenching my open shirt over my shoulders and down to my elbows he fills his slender hands with my heaving pecs. His thumbs flick across my tender nipples as he looks me up and down, his smoky eyes lingering on the sudden bulge tenting my trousers. My eyes were just as glued on his. Slowly his gaze pans back up my bare belly and chest again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so damn hard.”

“Oh!” I peep before letting out a sharp. “Ah!”

Grabbing me by the chest he was already dragging me behind him toward his bedroom. “Hold on a sec.” I protest and I hurry along behind him. “Who says I’m bottom man?”

At the foot of his bed he stops and looks back at me with a ‘are you shitting me?’ kind of smirk.

“What?”

“I dated Laura too you know. I know you’ve been pegged.”

I blush. “She pegged you too!”

“Yeah, but I never begged for it.” He chuckles. “Every single night.”

My blush deepens as I grumble. “Laura talks too damn much.”

“You kidding?” He peels out of his snug pink t shirt to reveal his lean, graceful physique. Pale, hairless, smooth, with glinting steel to draw attention to his ruddy nips. I drank it in boldly like I’d never allowed myself before. “Her telling me that kept hope alive.”

I would have argued more but it would just delay the inevitable. I might have been brutish and masculine, him elegant and feminine, but deep down…we both knew damn well who was top and bottom here. From our very first meeting when he told me which truck I was to play with to our school year adventures where I always followed where he lead to our adult lives where he invariably took charge of any situation we found ourselves. He was unquestionably the alpha of our little pack, it only followed that he would be top dog in the bedroom. Besides, he wasn’t wrong about my love for pegging. Suck it, fuck it, just hold it and rub it, I’d yet to find a dildo that I didn’t like. This time though I wouldn’t have to fantasize about it being his.

When he senses my surrender to my role his smirk becomes a smile. A warm, loving, supportive smile. He wasn’t about to tease me about what he wanted as badly as I. My best friend might have looked like a hot chick but under that smokin facade he was all man. And as a man, he wanted to bang! And so did I. There was no need to dance around it. We both knew why we were there. Without any of the romancing that I was accustomed to with women Akira was already pulling down his tight jeans. Unbuckling my belt I hurry to catch up.

“Oh my God I want you.” He hisses as he yanks off his socks impatiently. He couldn’t get naked fast enough for me or for himself. We’d seen each other in the buff plenty of times, but never like this! He pulls down his tight fitting pink briefs to let his cock spring free. This stops me dead for a moment. I’d never seen him fully hard before and it was…beautiful! Smooth, straight, sleek, and pale with a wonderfully tapering tan head. And like a sideways halo at its tip, fed into the hole and out the front, a ring of shining steel. His balls were tight and not a pube could be seen as he had shaved them all away. It was as different from my veiny, hairy, slightly curved pecker as one could get. “Hurry Ben.” He starts stroking his cock. “Hurry before one of us pussies out.”

I grin. “I ain’t goin nowhere.” With that I whip down my boxers to step out of them and stride forward.

As we come together the tip of his hard on pokes the base of mine. His hand opens up to grip mine as well so that he stroked us both. His supple skin felt SO good on my dick.

“Mmmm.”

Despite the differences in appearance and elevation we were damn near a match when it came to size. I knew that mine was six and half inches at full mast and his couldn’t have been more than a quarter inch more or less. And girth wise there was nothing between us. On him it looked huge, on me it looked tiny, but our members were both solidly average.

“Ohhh Ben.” He sighs, his penis flexing hard against mine. Hooking his free hand around the back of my head he pulls me in for another kiss, which I give and take happily, but this time his hand keeps up pulling me downward. Following his lead I begin to kneel down…before sharp stab of pain through my bad knee forces a cringe and a pause. His stroking stops as he gazes up into my eyes. He whispers. “Your knee. It’s bothering you again?”

“It’s okay.” I go to kneel again but this time he stops me.

Cupping my cheek he kisses the opposite one. “You’re a terrible liar, Ben.”

Instead of pulling me straight down he turns me and helps me down to sit on the floor with my legs straight in front of me and my back up against the side of his bed. The whole action bring back so many memories, good and bad, of those challenging times of my rehabilitation. He looks at me. I look at him. And we smile as a million thoughts and feelings are shared without a word spoken.

He steps across me, his bare feet standing on the outsides of my thighs while his stiff peen stares me right in the face. Thanks to our disparate frames I was nearly the perfect height despite sitting on my ass. Removing my glasses he sets them on the nightstand. He then runs his fingers through my hair, that trouble-making twinkle in his eyes, as he grips his shaft and angles it down.

Peering up at him looming over me triumphantly, a scene stolen from my younger self’s most secret wet dream, I ask. “Take out your contacts.”

He pauses at the unexpected request. “What?”

“I want to see your eyes.” I say softly. “Your real eyes.”

“But…” He looks at his turgid dick. “Now!?”

“Please?”

He sighs but gives in. He tromps over to his dresser, boner bobbing with every step, and grumbles under his breath as he removes the contacts and puts them into their case. Still griping he marches back, bob-bob-bob-bob, and returns to his dominant position over me. He looks down at me again, this time his eyes his natural shade of dark, dark brown. “Better?”

“Yeah.” I say gratefully. I never understood why he would want to cover such beautiful eyes. Looking back down at the impatiently stick of man meat in front of me I say. “I’ve never sucked a real dick bef…MMRMFF!” I’m not able to finish my sentence as Akira’s very real dick is jammed into my mouth! “Mmmmm!” I moan in pure cocksucking bliss as his member glides through my lips. I wrap my mouth hard around as his cock ring tickles the back of my throat, and I suck!

“Ohhhhh Ben!” He groans, his pretty eyes rolling back. He grabs my head with both hands as my big mitts reach around to take handfuls of the plump ass. A cheek in each hand I squeeze. “Awww yeah, buddy.”

“Hrm!” I chuckle through his wang at his use of ‘buddy’ just then. Given the circumstance it sounded so weird! “Mmmmmm.” I quickly settle into give him the most passionate blowjob that I could give. I’d sucked longer. I’d sucked thicker. But I had never sucked better. A strap-on compared to a real living, feeling, throbbing, responsive dick was just like a real pussy compared to a stroker. The one you could use in a pinch but it could never take the place of the real thing. Moving to his push and pull I rock forward and back, his wet shaft gliding easily through my tightly sealed lips. “Mmmmm!”

“Is that the thorn you were after, Ben?”

“Hmmmm.” I sigh happily.

“Ahhh, mmmm.” One hand he leaves on my head to maintain control while the other he combs through his straight white hair. His abs tighten to reveal his perfect six pack. His sculpted pecs and lean muscled arms, around which wove the thorny vines of roses, flex as he starts to thrust along with the rhythm. He was showing off his body on purpose and I was here for it. His dark eyes flare as he pushes so deep his smooth, round ballsack brushes my square chin. “Gahhh! I think you might be a natural.”

“Hrrrmmm!”

Long and deep his rock hard cock glides in and out, the smooth steel ring rubbing along the center of my tongue, as he fucks my mouth at a strong and steady pace. Up his lithe body my large hand slide to find and flick at the tiny bars through each of his nipples. He gasps and flinches at my attention to his tender nips. I then let my hands caress down his sides then along the sides of his smooth thighs and calves, as soft and shapely as any woman’s but with contours of firm muscle just below the surface. I then tickle his balls and grope his ass once more. To hear his sighs of pleasure or gasps of ecstasy is music to my smitten ears. His every reaction was treat for my lovestruck eyes. To make him feel good like this filled my soul with joy. The worries I once harbored about whether I was gay or what my Dad was going to say when he found out all flew out the window as the realization dawned that I was EXACTLY where I needed to be right now. I loved Akira and now, at last, I could express that love as I always wanted. God, he was beautiful!

Pulling away I wrap my thick fingers and thumb around his cock and give it a hard squeeze and watch it flex back against the pressure, his knob swelling in response. I flick my wide tongue up and down to play with his ring then bite down on his glans with my lips as the steel ring I nibble between my front teeth.

“Sssss!” His fair body trembles. “Careful!”

I laugh and give his ring a swift slap with my tongue. “If you don’t want me to play with it maybe you shouldn’t have gotten a rod shot through your cock.”

“Pfff! Ha!” Reaching down he gives my thick pec a slap. “That’s some big talk for a filthy little cock slut.”

“Hey now!” I pinch his nuts hard enough for his legs to nearly buckle. “That’s MISTER filthy cock slut to you.”

He laughs a big, honest belly laugh then clubs his dick across the cheek. “Oh my God, I’m gonna fuck you till you scream.”

I grin, daring him to do it. He takes that dare in a heartbeat.

Grabbing my arm he aids me up onto his bed where he then jumps onto me in a full grapple. It would have been as easy as breathing for me to take total control of him and have my way, but this was battle I very much wanted to lose. We laugh and roughhouse like we hadn’t done since our boyhood days and after some spirited wrestling and rubbing, groping and grabbing, he at last pins me to the mattress…face down. Grabbing his pillow I clutch it to my chest then go very still.

“I always knew I could take you.” He quips with a slap to my ass. “Those muscles are all show.”

Leaning down over me, his hard wet dick sliding across my lower back as his warm, soft hands feel the muscles of my shoulders, he kisses the back of my neck. Then, leaning his weight onto my right shoulder, he reaches to his bedside table where, conveniently, he kept both lube and condoms. He has me spread my legs a little wider as he kneels between them while unwrapping the rubber. A big smile on my face I close my eyes and hug the pillow tight as I nearly burst with excitement on what I knew would follow.

“AHH!” I peep in a most unmanly way when my left cheek is pulled to the side and I feel the cold touch of lubricant hit my anus.

“Fuuuck, Ben.” Akira whispers as he pushes two fingers into my waiting hole. “You look so good.”

“Ohhhmmm.” My whole, tense body relaxes as his long, slender fingers stroke in and out and in and out of my ass. “Ohhhh, Kiraaa. Yessss.”

“God damn you’re tight. Mmmm.” His other hand massages my cheek, his voice warm and loving. “Relax. Loosen up for me, baby.”

Baby? Damn that sounded good. Settling in even more I let out a long breath and start to rock my hips with his fingering. It isn’t long until I can relax down there and open up for him with ease.

“My guy.” He pats my butt as if to say, ‘good boy’.

Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap! Akira start slapping my anus with the end of his rod. “So wet and ready for me.”

“Yes!”

“You want it, baby?” The slapping stops as his tip zeroes in on my entrance, his end firmly sandwiched between my cheeks.

I tilt my pelvis to accept him. “Yes! Yes!”

“Ben?”

“Yeah?” I gasp.

“I love you.”

And with that he pushes his steel hard manhood through my lubed hole to slowly enter me one blessed inch at a time.

“GNNNNGHHHH!!!” I my baritone growl vibrates the bed as my best friend fills my ass with his long, lovely cock. Gritting my teeth I damn near tear the pillow in half before burying my face into it and screaming. “Fuuuuuck!”

“Ohhhhh God!” Akira groans as he buries himself inside of me. “Benjamin! If I woulda known your ass was this good…nnngh!”

“Ohhhh myyy God!” I whimper in pure ecstasy as I feel him bottom out, his balls snugging in just behind mine. He FILLED me just right! Not too big, not too small, just fucking right. And the way I could feel him flex and throb inside of me made my toes curl. “Oh Kira!” I cry. “I love you! I LOVE YOU! NNNGHHH!”

He grinds deep, his dick stirring around in my guts, then starts to pull out again. My big body trembles, my eyes rolling back in my head, as his hard, lubed shaft drags through my clasping butthole.

He was five inches out when… “Nngh!” He RAMS back into me balls deep harder and better than any woman ever had!

“FUHUHUUUUCK!”

“Told ya I’d make you scream.” He pinches both buttocks at once.

“Ohhhh Kiraaaa!” Planting his hands onto my shoulder blades and letting nearly all of his weight press down into me he pulls back and DRIVES into me again. “HAHH!” This time though, he doesn’t stop.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Flesh claps flesh as Akira pounds my rump in a way that only real physical passion could inspire. I’d had some good strap-on experiences, particularly with Laura, but it couldn’t compare to being fucked with purpose. Akira pumped me hard and fast not as a favor to me but because he was getting just as much out of this as I was. It changed the dynamic entirely for both partner to be getting pleasure. Like all of our adventures, Akira and I were on this ride together.

“Awww, babe. You feel so damn good!”

I bite the pillow and howl! “HNNGH! HNNNNGHH!”

“Hah! Hah! Hah!” His soft, feminine voice is the tenor over my bass. “Hah!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

He fucks my ass like it needed to be fucked, his hard driving dick hammering my prostate on every stroke. Beneath my body my own precum dribbling dick rub, rub, rubbed between my hairy belly and the soft cotton weave of his quilt. It felt soooo good!

“Hmmmm! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” I moan like the cock whore I always wanted to be.

“Awww yeaaah! Fuck that’s good ass, baby.” His fingers claw down my back before sinking into my shoulders so that he could fuck me even harder. “You feel soooo gooooood!”

“Nnf! Nnf! Nnf!” I grunt on each thunderous impact as he throws everything that gravity and his natural strength could muster. He held nothing back and it was HEAVEN! “Kiraaaa!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Hammering my hole with wild abandon doesn’t simply coax but forces a growing pressure in my balls. In his lilting moans and the rising urgency in his motions I knew that he wasn’t far off either. I try to clench and tighten in time with his thrusts, literally trying to milk him with my ass.

“Cum!” I huff. “Cum for me!”

“You first! Rrrngh!” He growls. “FAH!”

“You!”

“You!” Whap!  He punctuates it with a spank to my butt. “Cum for me, Ben.”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Rub! Rub! Rub!

It was a battle of wills now as we each try to outlast the other. Although we might be lovers now, we were still bros and not above busting each other balls. I grip the pillow and grit my teeth and hold back the incredible bliss rising in my groin.

“Hnnnngh!”

“Rrrrmmm!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Rub! Rub! Rub!

Laid flat like I was with him in control I could nothing to ease off the stimulation on my penis. The combination of getting railed while my dick rubbed nonstop across the blanket proves too much. This time I don’t last to the final bell. This time I was down for the count.

“GNNNNGHHHHH!!!” My whole body quakes as my hole clenches and I blast hot cum between belly and blanket.

“Yeahhhh!” He cries in victory. “Cum for me, Ben! Yes!”

“NNNNNGHHH!” With a bear like growl I nut with the primal force of three orgasms in one. “OHHHHH!!!”

With my throbbing tunnel milking his dick my buddy doesn’t last much longer than me. “Oh! Oh! OH! OHHHH!” His girlish voice rises with the fury of his fucking, until he drives home one last time to bust his nut inside me. “HOHHHHH!!!”

“AH!” Trembling and gasping for air I feel his manhood throbbing, throbbing, throbbing as he pumped his seed deep inside. “Ohhhhhhhh!”

And then…it was over. The deed was done. And now, just as I once worried but now knew for certain, things would never be the same again. Thank God!

Akira lays over my back, his penis still snug and secure inside of me. I welcome his warm, damp, slender body and savor his weight on top of me. Nuzzling into my neck he finds my hand and we hold each other’s hand.

“Mmmm.” He coos softly. “That was incredible.”

“That was…the best.” I sigh blissfully. I squeeze his delicate hand. “I love you, Kira.”

“Ohhhhh. I love you too, Ben.”

I crank my head around and we share a long, tender, loving kiss. “Mmmm.” I smile as I melt into a puddle beneath him.

We lay there for a long time, him on top of me petting me and caressing me and kissing me and slowly growing soft inside of me, each of us coming to grips with our new reality. None if it even needed to be spoken. We would always be best friends, but now we were so much more. I was his now. He was mine. I would be there to look after him, and he after me. We would move in together. Marry. And share a life together. All because of some mystery florist out there who so helpfully snipped the thorns of a dozen roses Akira and I’s path had been forever changed for the better. Our paths were now the same.

“Hmmm.” I hum happily. “I came first.”

“Mm hm.” He nuzzles my neck and gives it a kiss.

“I suppose that means that I’ve got to get up and make the pizza.”

“He he he.” He chuckles and nips my shoulder with a nibble. “Two out of three?”

“Two out of…?” Just then his cock swells resurgent inside my ass. “Oh!”

“The way I see it, we’ve got twenty years of catching up to do.” Pushing his hand under me he grabs my pecs like a pair of breasts and squeezes and begins to make sweet love to me all over again.

“Ohhhhh!”

The End