My Best Bud

By Shane S.

Published on Dec 21, 2017

Gay

MY BEST BUD BY SHANE S.

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CHAPTER TWO

THE NEXT MORNING

"Shane... Shane..." TJ's voice and my shoulder being shaken woke me the next morning. There was sunlight entering the room through the narrow parting of the dark curtains covering the window, just enough to make out the furniture in the room as I rolled over to lie on my back. It also gave T a silhouette as I turned my head towards him and the light source.

"What time is it?" were the groggy words my not-fully-awake brain and mouth made.

"It's around eight o'clock, but listen," came out of the mouth of an obviously awake, and somewhat hyper, TJ. What was this? He was never the first awake when we were together, and I didn't really want to be awake yet. "Shhh," he shushed me as I was trying to roll back over, my eyes already closed and my brain shutting back down. His hand on my shoulder didn't let me get far and pulled me flat on my back again. "Listen!"

I lay silent. In a few seconds, my brain recognized the sounds coming from the bed in the next room. Yes, it was that rhythmic sound that we can all recognize. "You're listening to your brother and his boyfriend having sex. So?" was all I could think of to say.

"Their moaning woke me up. They got quiet when I went to take a piss. Then this started." He whispered in my ear.

"Okay – and I gotta piss too," I voiced, as I was finally awake and aware. I was also aware of my almost painfully hard morning wood. I rolled away from T, pulling my shoulder away from his hand that had been laying on me still.

As I got out of bed, I thought about grabbing the towel that was in a pile on the floor, but what for. In the hall, I just grinned and shook my head hearing JT and Marc going at. I thought, hell, maybe I should have been a goy boy if he was getting it this much at sixteen. I couldn't even get a girl to give me a handjob back then. After performing my own rendition of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, all to keep my morning stream aimed at the bowl, I contemplated taking care of this thing, since it wasn't going down. I didn't. My morning wank takes at least fifteen minutes, and that's when I try to hurry it along. I decided to head back in to bed and hoped it would go away eventually. It didn't.

A startled TJ pulled up the sheet quickly trying to hide what he was up to while I wasn't there. "I thought you would be awhile," he said. Hell, I think he was embarrassed, not sure why he would be though.

We've never watched each other before last night, but we've talked about it plenty of times over the years. Then, what happened last night. After that, why be embarrassed. I'm not. Maybe it was the brownies, and he would rather not even think about it. "Nope, takes too long in the mornings to work things out. Didn't want to hog the bathroom in case the guys need it," I said, and just grinned.

"No, they're still at it. Well, on round-whatever now," T said, as he motioned towards the wall. They weren't being so quiet now. "And yeah, I can see you didn't `work things out.' I haven't yet either."

I sat on the edge of the bed, my left leg bent and on the bed so my body was slightly facing the wall where the noises were coming from. "But I think you were working on it when I came in." I turned my head to see just a dark outline of TJ lying on his back. I didn't give him time to respond. "I can't believe they are still going," I whispered. I slid further onto the bed and propped up the pillow to lean against it. I looked over at T.

With his hand moving slowly up and down his sheet covered hardon, he told me, "Like I said, this is round-two since I've been awake. They both got off while you were in the bathroom. Then started up again."

My left hand had been covering mine, so I lifted my butt up off the bed to pull the sheet out from under me and pulled it over to cover it. "Don't you wish we were getting as much a couple of years ago?" I asked.

TJ looked over at me, "Fuck, I wish I was getting half now."

I looked toward the wall, then back at T, "Are we gonna listen to this or you gonna turn on the TV? We weren't too quiet last night, and I don't know if they heard us or not."

"So, you're up for a repeat of last night?" T grinned.

"I'm going to get off, looks like you want to too. If you'd rather I go back to the bathroom I can do that too, but I sure don't care at this point," I let out in one breath, looking at what I thought would be his eyes.

"I'll turn on the TV," and he rolled over to grab the remote. The TV came on and gave enough light that I could now see T as he pulled his pillow up and himself to get into the same position I was. "We can see better now too," he said.

His comment kinda threw me. I guess he wanted a repeat of last night. He wants to watch me? "You have to see to jerk off?" I smirked. "I'm sure you can find it just fine in the dark. Maybe you want to watch me..." Okay, if I admit it, it was hot hearing him last night, and yeah, hot watching him too. I just didn't want to think about that. I couldn't really admit it to myself even.

"I think you got off pretty good too last night, no, I know you did," he snapped back. "And I'll admit it, it was fun. It was better than laying here doing it alone."

"Yeah, I can admit it, it was fun. I'm just a little weirded out that I thought it was. Kinda hoping that we could just blame it on the brownies," I said to him, but I couldn't shake it. My morning wood had gone down slightly, but seeing him rubbing like he was, thinking about what was going on in the next room, and now our talking about last night had made it come to attention again. "So, yeah," I said as I pushed the sheet down.

First, the air hit it, and then my right hand went to my balls. I gave them a little tug to pull them up a bit as I parted my legs. That felt good, so I pulled a little more. My hard dick pulsed, lifted off my body in a jerk, and fell back to my stomach. I felt the wetness before I saw it. I looked down and saw the precum seeping out and pooling on my stomach.

"Damn," I heard in a hoarse voice in my left ear. T had moved a little closer. "You have a lot of precum."

"I usually don't," I said, "unless..."

"Unless you're really excited? Yeah, me too," T finished my thought.

"Yeah, it's always a lot with a girl," I told him. "I can pump the stuff out if she's got her hand wrapped around it, going down on it, or we are gonna, well, you know." I turned to look at his face and I swear he was licking his lips staring at it. I looked down his body to see him with the sheet pushed down and his hand already wrapped around his dick and stroking.

"Yeah, me too," he said, not taking his eyes away from my dick.

The fingers of my right hand were playing with my ball-sack, giving it an occasional tug. My dick would throb and pulse each time. I let my eyes travel back up to T's face, then back down. They did this without me even thinking about it. I started to look at him, really look at him. I watched as he stroked his hardon up and down, his own precum oozing out now too. I looked at the patch of hair that started right at the base of his dick and spread out just a bit, only going up an inch or two. It looked like mine. I couldn't see his balls. Were they hairy? I didn't know. Mine weren't. There was a thin line of hair from the middle of his pubes. It ran just up to his navel. My dick throbbed when my eyes followed it. It looked sexy to me. I let my fingers drag from just below my balls up and over them, then from the base of my dick to the head. It jumped, throbbed, and more pre escaped. My eyes went back to my own dick and I rubbed the slick wet stuff all around the head of my dick. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft. I started stroking, pulling up slow each time. My skin won't even cover it all when I'm this hard. It was only coming up to cover about half the head when I pulled up. It was feeling so good. My left had went from rubbing my leg to tugging a little on my balls.

"Oh, damn," I let out as my dick actually squirted out some pre. A gasp came from T. "I don't think I've ever done that."

"That was hot," T said. "I can't keep this up like this too much longer."

"I'm ready too," I said and started stroking faster.

T's leg moved over to touch mine. It was moving against mine as we both started pumping faster and faster. I couldn't help it; I pushed my leg harder against his as he pushed too. We both started moaning.

"Oh fuck, this feels so good," he said. His foot pressed down on the top of mine. I flexed up and into the bottom of his foot.

"I'm not going to last much longer," I said and turned my head to look at his face. I looked down at his fist pumping fast up and down on his dick. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." I don't know what made me do it, but my left hand stopped playing with my balls and I grabbed hold of T's thigh just as I started shooting my load everywhere.

"Fuck, holy fuu..." and T was shooting his.

"Damn," was all I could say as I surveyed our mess.

"Damn," he repeated.

"Hey guys, you want some breakfast?" we heard his dad yell.

"Shit man. How loud were we?" I asked him, standing to the floor and grabbing the towel to wipe up.

T shrugged doing the same, "Yeah, be out in a sec," he yelled back.


Hey guys. Thanks for the emails. Loved reading your comments, and yes, there is more to this story.

Keep sending your thoughts, comments, and suggestions. They are very much welcomed.

Send an email to anothergayauthor@gmail.com – I would love to hear from you!

-Shane S.

Next: Chapter 3


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