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Jason had always been an awkward kid. He was a little chubby through middle school and a bit of a nerd. He stood 6-foot-2, and his size kept him from being bullied too much, but he still never made many friends.
Until he met Ethan, that is. Ethan was a soccer player from a nearby high school. He was a little shorter than Jason, but he was beautiful. Thin, firm body, sculpted legs, and an ass that made the boys' and girls' mouths water. Jason met him at church in high school, and they became quick friends. They would spend hours on the phone talking about girls, but Jason secretly wanted to tell Ethan so much more. He wanted to tell him how he fantasized about other men. How he wanted to be used by this one guy at school, Joe. Jason spent much of his time online flirting with older men, telling them all the dirty things he wanted to do with them.
He kept this side of him secret from Ethan. He wasn't sure why. Ethan was incredibly liberal and Jason had no doubt he'd accept that his best friend was bi. But he worried that revealing that side of himself might make Ethan more closed off in some things. They regularly discussed sex – what they had done, what they wanted to do, who they wanted to do it with – and Jason didn't want that to end. To be honest, it turned him on. Jason often jerked off during their conversations on the phone, and he knew Ethan had too. Ethan had even confessed one time to wanting to fuck Jason' girlfriend, and the idea of seeing his jock friend pounding his girlfriend hard turned Jason on incredibly. He could just imagine seeing Ethan's big cock thrusting into her while he watched. He would love to see Ethan shoot all over her face and her huge tits, letting Jason lick her clean afterward.
They had looked at porn together, but never jerked off. Once when Jason was staying over at his house, Ethan had pulled up some photos of naked, muscular men. Some were smooth shaven, some were bears covered in hair. Ethan was going to send some to his girlfriend as a prank. Jason was hard as a rock the whole time and didn't let Ethan see, afraid of revealing himself to his friend. But Jason had been so turned on by the pictures, by thinking of Ethan and the older men in the photos having their way with him. When he got home the next day, he jerked off three times thinking about being used by a hairy, muscular man and his best friend, being fucked in every hole and covered in their cum.
Through high school and the first couple of years of college, Jason lived as bi man in denial. He played around with girls, and he loved tits and pussy. But he yearned for a cock. More often than not, when he jerked off, he was thinking of Ethan or another guy at school. When he had sexual dreams, they were all about men.
But it all remained fantasy. They went to different universities as freshmen and stayed in touch, remaining close and sharing all their intimate details. Well, almost all of them. Jason was at a school close to home; Ethan had moved out of state. After their freshman year, though, Ethan wanted to be closer to home and moved back to Oklahoma. Jason was moving into an apartment and needed a roommate, so Ethan took the opportunity and moved in with his friend.
Being so close to Ethan drove Jason mad with lust. During his freshman year, Jason had fucked a couple of girls, but he realized more and more that he wanted men more than women. But he was afraid of being ostracized by his family, so he kept his desires to himself, jerking off thinking about classmates or friends or celebrities. He worked out a lot in college, and his chubby body had slimmed up to a healthy weight. He still had a little body fat, but not too much.
In the meantime, Ethan had just gotten sexier while he was out of state. He continued playing soccer, and his body showed he was a college athlete. He'd walk around their apartment without a shirt on, and Jason couldn't help but get hard seeing his friend's bare chest. Ethan would bring girls home, and Jason would hear them fucking. He'd jerk off imagining he was on the receiving end of Ethan's thrusts.
One day, when Ethan was taking his girlfriend home after a fuck session, Jason went into his roommate's bedroom looking for a book he had loaned him. He could smell the sex in the air. He looked in the wastebasket and saw the condom Ethan had worn, filled with cum and tied off. Without thinking, he reached in and pulled the condom out. He could smell Ethan's girlfriend's pussy, and he could feel Ethan's still-warm cum in the rubber. He untied the loose knot, his mind still driven by lust more than good sense, and he stuck a finger in and felt his friend's seed. He pulled his finger out and looked at the gooey jizz on it, and without any hesitation raised it to his mouth and tasted it.
Oh god, he moaned. It tasted so fucking good. Salty, a little rubber taste from the condom, but so fucking delicious. He raised the condom and emptied it onto his tongue, holding Ethan's jizz in his mouth, savoring it. God, he had wanted this for so long. He wished his first taste of male cum had come from a cock, from Ethan's cock specifically, but this wasn't a bad substitute.
After he had drained the condom, Jason was rock hard. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out as he sat on Ethan's bed, where Ethan had just fucked someone. He took the used condom and slid it onto his cock, wanting to feel his cock where Ethan's had been less than 30 minutes earlier. The condom was stretched out and swallowed Jason' cock. He had heard from one of Ethan's girlfriend's that he was well-endowed, and Ethan had mentioned how most girls said he was the biggest they had seen, and the stretched out condom seemed to lend credence to that fact. Jason could feel the remainder of Ethan's cum in the rubber, and he almost exploded then. He started stroking himself with Ethan's used condom on his cock, feeling his friend's cum on his own shaft, using it as lube to jerk off. It felt so fucking good, better than he had felt before. In just a couple of minutes, Jason felt his orgasm build in him and explode into Ethan's condom.
This became a ritual for Jason. Ethan would bring his girlfriend over to fuck. She didn't have a car, and since she was still in high school, she couldn't stay over, so he'd eventually leave to take her home. When she did, Jason would go into Ethan's room, find the condom, suck his friend's cum from it (always a huge load, he noticed), jerk off into it and return it to the trash can.
After a couple of weeks, Jason was deep into one of these sessions, jerking his cock furiously, his head laying back on Ethan's pillow, surrounded by Ethan's smell – a mix of Obsession cologne and sweat – from the sheets, lost in thoughts of his friend pounding him with his monster cock. He was so deep into the fantasy, he didn't hear the apartment door open. He was unaware he wasn't alone until he heard Ethan's voice from the bedroom doorway.
"What the fuck?!" Ethan exclaimed.
Jason's eyes opened wide as he grabbed for Ethan's comforter and tried to cover himself. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I can explain."
Ethan looked both shocked and furious. "Explain what? That you're jerking off in my bed, with my condom? Get the fuck out of my room. Steph's in the car. I forgot my phone and came back to get it. I need to get her home, but when I get back, we're dealing with this."
Ethan grabbed his phone off his desk and stormed out of the apartment. Jason threw the comforter off himself, pulled the condom off and hurled it into the trash can before he ran into his room, barely remembering to grab his own discarded underwear off Ethan's floor before he left the room.
Jason knew it normally took Ethan about 45 minutes to get to Stephanie's house and back. It seemed like it took three days this time, and the dread kept building in Jason's stomach, emotions overwhelming him as he started to cry as he lie in bed. This surely was the end of their friendship. He didn't have many friends, not real friends anyhow, and now the one close friend he had was going to hate him forever.
Finally, Jason heard the apartment door open, then the sound of Ethan's keys hitting their kitchen table. He was dreading what came next. Jason heard his friend walking toward his bedroom door, and he turned to face the wall, his back to the door as he cried.
"So, we need to talk," Ethan said from the doorway.
Jason wouldn't turn around. He couldn't face his friend.
"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have been in there. I shouldn't have been doing what I was doing. I don't know why I've been doing that. I just ... I'm sorry, Ethan. I know you probably hate me now, and I deserve it."
"I don't hate you," Ethan said as he sat in the chair at Jason's desk next to the bed. The anger that was in his voice earlier was greatly diminished. "You're my best friend. I might be mad, but I don't hate you."
Jason rolled over, shock on his tear-streaked face. "Really? I was sure you would."
"I might have, for a few minutes. But I calmed down. I mean, I know you're gay for a couple of years, and I'd be an idiot not to realize you had a crush on me."
Jason felt his cheeks go flush as he turned bright red in embarrassment.
"What do you mean? I'm not, I'm not gay," he stammered.
"Dude, I've caught you checking me out when I've gotten out of the shower" Ethan replied. "And I saw you checking out that dude at the gym last week. And remember when I had to use your computer to finish that bio report last semester? You had left a website open that told me all I needed to know."
Jason couldn't believe he had been living a lie for months while Ethan knew. He was embarrassed, but at the same time relieved.
"I just don't know why you didn't tell me," Ethan said. "You know I don't care whether you like cock or pussy. You're my best friend, gay or straight."
"Fuck. I'm sorry," Jason replied. "But I'm not really gay. I'm bi."
"Maybe. But from the stuff you say when you're sleeping, you definitely prefer the cock," Ethan teased.
"Fuck, I talk in my sleep?" Jason asked, even more embarrassed now. This was news to him. What could he have said?
"Sometimes," Ethan said with a laugh. "Usually just moaning. Sometimes just asking for a cock. Sometimes begging for it. Sometimes names."
Oh god, Jason thought, whose name had I said that he heard?
"So, about tonight," Ethan continued, "how long have you been jerking off with my condoms?"
Jason's first instinct was to lie, but after a moment of hesitation, he decided to come clean.
"A few weeks," he said. "I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry, I'm such a fucking perv."
Jason turned away again in embarrassment and shame.
"I'm not going to lie," Ethan said. "Seeing you in there pissed me off. You could've at least gone to your room to jerk off. But you've been denying who you are for too long. I can understand you doing some freaky stuff to get off, to get a taste of what you want."
Jason was surprised by the warmth in Ethan's voice and by the lack of judgment coming from his friend.
"Just don't go in my room to jerk off any more, OK?" Ethan said. "I don't want to think about you on my bed when I'm fucking Steph."
"Sure, no problem," Jason replied. "You aren't going to kick my ass?"
"No," Ethan said, chuckling as he stood up. "I'm as surprised as you. Now get up and let's go get something to eat."
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