This had to be the slowest day in Bluejay Cafe history. Where there was usually at least 3 or 4 people sipping coffee and typing away on their laptops, today there was literally no one. I slumped down on one of the tables that I'd cleaned 5 times already today and took a little nap. Or at least I started to until my ringtone started blaring.
Caller ID was flashing Joshua Lees, my best friend for the past 8 years. But he hardly ever called with his cell. 'What's going on here?' I thought to myself, flipping open my 5 year old phone. I heard a voice that sounded like my friend, if he was just hit by a bus.
"James, help I'm dying," he moaned.
I suddenly sprang up to attention. He sounded seriously messed up and I was worried. Did he actually get hit by a car? Beaten up? Did he fall down the stairs? Or maybe he -
"AACHOOO!" His violent sneeze woke me up from my panic attack. Well, at least he wasn't hurt.
"Oh, so you're sick again, eh Josh?"
"I don't think I can sniff last much longer. Pleeeeease come over here... I need your help," he moaned like a little puppy.
"So you'd rather we both get sick?" That wasn't entirely true, because I doubt I could ever catch anything from Josh. We've probably shared every germ known to man by now.
"Pleeeease sniff James? I'll be your best friend!"
"It's too late for that Josh. Alright, I'll see if I can get off work, but only because you sound so awful."
"Yay! And make sure you bring that ACHOOO awesome tomato soup from the cafe!"
"Yeah, yeah, see you in like 10 minutes," I said and hung up.
Josh could be such a handful sometimes. I felt like his older brother even though he's two months older than me at 15.
I went around into the kitchen to ask Ken, my boss, if I could clock out early. I was pretty sure he'd say yes seeing as there are so few customers & he knows how close me & Josh are.
"Sup Kenny!"
"Hey man," he said lounging near the oven. He was in his late thirties but his strict adherence to his organic vegan diet and his casual attitude made him look like he was in his mid-20s.
"Slow day, eh James?"
"Yeah, about that," I said. "Would it be ok if I left a bit early today? Josh's REAAALLY sick and he wanted me to come over and help him."
He stood there scratching his goatee. "Well, I guess seeing as we've had a total of 0 customers today, I can let you off seeing as you've been working pretty hard lately. So Josh's sick? Like, terminal sick?"
"Nah, he's just got a crazy case of the flu," I said while I grabbed my backpack from the rack. "And could you quick whip up a batch of that tomato soup? He loves it."
Kenny grinned and got out all of the stuff to cook it while I wandered over to the window. Some kids were playing over on the jungle gym where Josh and I first met. Josh was the first kid who played with me when I moved to Illinois from North Carolina, and ever since then (even when he was being an idiot) we've been inseparable. A tap on the shoulder snapped me out of memory lane.
"Soup's done. Tell him I said get better soon, eh James?" he said, patting me on the shoulder.
"Got it boss-man," I said with a grin, grabbing the steaming container full of soup. "See you tomorrow!"
With that, I was out of the door and on my bike to head over to Josh's.
Josh's place wasn't that hard to get to (it was only a 7 or 8 minute bike ride from Magpie's) so I spent most of my energy making sure the soup didn't spill. I got there and knocked on the door, which was answered by what I would expect Josh to look like if he was in the Walking Dead.
"Hey James, come on in... Did you bring the soup?"
His voice was barely recognizable because of how scratchy his throat was. For sure a hardcore cold. He definitely looked the part too. He was wearing one of his dad's old faded t-shirts (way too big on him, might I add) and a thin pair of plaid boxers. Judging by the thin sheen of sweat on his clammy skin, he probably had a fever too.
"Yeah Josh, don't worry I had Kenny cook you up a special batch. Now get inside before this weather gets you even more sick," I said and lead him inside by his arm.
Dodging pillows, his little brother's legos, and random other mess, I got him back into his room and sat him on the bed.
"Alright Josh, here's your soup. Anything else you need?" I said, taking the soup out of my bag and setting it up on a bedside table.
"Could you pass me the TV remote?"
The remote was on the cabinet holding up the TV, so I stood up and tossed it to his side. He gave me a nod of thanks and turned it on to some random channel.
"Do you need anything James? You're being so nice... sniff"
That was rather strange to hear, especially from Josh. I guess the illness really did get to his head.
"I'm supposed to be helping you here buddy. Just relax. I'll survive." I said, trying to lay him down and pull his thick quilt over him.
"No, no, let me grab you some lemonade or something. Don't want you to die of thirst while I die of whatever this is."
He coughed and rolled his way out of bed. I knew I should stop him, but he seemed strangely hard set on getting me a drink so I let him succumb to his pride. He got about two steps out of the door when I heard a giant crash.
"Oh my god!" I ran out of his mess of a room and into the hall to see him clutching his head on the ground.
It looked like he'd tripped over the junk on the floor and crashed into the little bookshelf outside the door.
"Goddammit Josh, are you ok?" I said, grabbing him by the shoulder and back up onto his feet. He had a little bump on his head, but he'd be fine.
"Maybe I shouldn't have tried to get lemonade."
"Damn right." I gave him a little laugh and patted him on the shoulder. He was still pretty warm and definitely needed to be resting. "Back to bed you goof."
He crawled back into his bed still rubbing his head, and pulled his mom's homemade quilt back over him. Squishing himself into his pillow like a five year old, he was well enough to give me one of his trademark smirks.
Besides his present sweatiness, Josh really was pretty cute. Not many people are born blond, and the ones that are didn't get as lucky to look like him. His smooth skin and small pink lips made him look way younger than the 15 years he actually was. Really, no part of him screamed "teenager." If anything, he kinda looked like one of those kid anime characters. Whenever he smiled, he had this one little tooth that stuck up over his lower lip. I know that sounds stupid, but his little snaggletooth was so adorable looking.
I don't remember when I started feeling like this about Josh, but I'd never really consider doing anything with him. Not that I wouldn't want to, but... I mean, we've been friends since the beginning of middle school. We've shared our past 4 birthday parties. We practically live at each other's houses. He's a lovable goofball, but no matter how much I might have dreamed about it, we're friends first.
"Alright, I'm going to the kitchen to grab you some ice. You sit and vegetate. Try not to crack your skull this time."
Upon turning my back, he smacked me in the head with a pillow. Punk.
"You're not getting this back!" I said snickering into the pillow. Now, onto the fridge.
The Lee household was notorious for being a complete mess. Josh's mom was kind of a hoarder and was probably out with the rest of the family at an antiques show or something as per the usual.
I stepped through all the junk and opened up the freezer, but didn't really get the time to do anything before Josh shouted for me.
"James! Come back! I neeed your help!"
Oh geez, did he hurt himself again? He was definitely clumsy enough. I rushed back to the room, ice cubes melting in my hand to see him lying in bed. Just how I left him.
"What? You alright bro?"
There goes the snaggletoothed grin.
"What do you have ice for James?"
"It's for your fever. It's supposed to help or something." Well, no one ever accused me of being a doctor.
"But James, I'm cold."
"Then grab a blanket." I reached into his cabinet to see if I could find one. I felt a soft hand grab my wrist, stopping me.
"Noooooo... I already have blankets and they don't work." He sounded especially childish, as if to play to my motherly instincts or something. Can't say it wasn't kind of adorable though.
Everything about him was pretty adorable. In spite of his killer illness, his blue-grey eyes still had a hint of a sparkle in them. Nevermind. To the issue at hand.
"Well Josh, there's only so much I can do. What ideas do you have?"
Another fucking toothy grin. He knows just how to get at me.
"Well... there's always body heat..."
He really must be sick. I couldn't quite tell if he was joking around again, but I fought my impulse to jump his bones on the spot.
"Not quite sure I understand you Joshy."
"You know, like the Eskimos. Climb in here and warm me up." Josh was looking me right in the eyes and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"I... uhhhhh," was the best I had. What was I supposed to say in a situation like this? Not often do my best friends ask me into their beds. Would I be taking advantage of him if I said yes? He was sick after all.
"Fuck it."
I slid in behind him in bed, classic spoon style, and wrapped my arm over his chest. He slid the quilt back up over us and nestled into me.
I guess it's not that weird. We'd slept together hundreds of times by now, with all the sleepovers and stuff we'd had. And it really was quite nice.
"Hey James?"
"Yeah?" I said into the back of his head.
"I think," he said, rolling his head over to look at me, "it would be much better if we took off our shirts. Skin to skin contact you know."
You've got to be kidding.
"I... uhhhh..."
Before I could protest (as if I were really going to) he'd already stripped of his giant shirt and chucked it onto the ground. There he was, in just his boxers. Next to me. Wow.
"Don't tell me I'm going to be alone," he said cheekily, "Remember, you said you'd help with anything I needed, and I'm still cold."
He started pulling on my shirt himself, but I gave in and unbuttoned my work polo. `Remember,' I thought to myself,'This is just two friends. Me helping him out because he's sick. Nothing else.'
Josh cuddled back into my now bare chest and pulled my arm over his now also bare chest. Part of me felt a little self-conscious as I was known as a skinny shrimp. Not much muscle to impress any girls, that's for sure. Then I remembered that I'm not trying to impress anyone. Right?
"That's better, don't you think James?" Josh cooed comfortably.
As long as he's happy. Ok, to be honest, no one was happier than I was. Lightly caressing the smooth skin of his chest was a dream come true. But I could tell from the heat radiating from his back that he really did need the help and as a best friend, I was happy making him feel good. Aaaand as a secret crush, I was happy he was making me feel good.
I continued calming him stroking small circles on his chest with my hands. In response, he started sliding back a little further, grinding his hips up into my athletic mesh shorts.
"Mmmm, I like this James."
Huh? He continued to rub his warm round ass against my growing boner.
"I really like this," he moaned, turning around to look me in the eyes.
Before I knew it, he was smashing his tiny pink lips onto my mouth, his feverish and slightly sweaty body sliding against mine. Gripping my back with his arms, he snuck his tongue into my surprised mouth and started frenching like a professional. His tongue searched my mouth for a sparring partner to wrestle with. Against the will of every part of my body, I pushed him off slightly.
"But Josh... you're sick and-"
"Then cure me."
He came right back in with full force and began rolling me over to lie on top of me. Quilt long since pushed on the floor and my delicious soup on the floor with it, I could see his body now in full lighting. The sweat was dripping down his back as we made out, going down the valley of his spine into the surprisingly soft and round ass hidden in his boxers.
By now, I'd decided to roll with it. My hands were roaming all up and down his back, sliding between his shoulderblades down on top of his ass, pulling him closer to me. Our tongues were doing a similar dance inside our mouths, fighting until we were breathless and had no choice but to come up for air.
"Dude, James-" he huffed, sucking in air and pushing himself up with his hands,"I've wanted to do that forever."
"Seriously?" Didn't expect that. I guess this was a day of unexpected things.
"Couldn't you tell? My 1st girlfriend broke up with me because I accidentally said your name the first time we had sex."
"Well, that explains why Caitlyn still hates me." I playfully slapped him on the back of the head.
"Fuck that and her. I'm not done yet." There's that damn grin again. I didn't even give him the chance this time. Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled his mouth right back into mine and rolled us over again, me laying on top of him this time.
Josh combed his hands through my shaggy unkempt mop of brown hair, using his other hand to caress my back. From this angle, I could feel just how excited he was underneath those boxers as his 5 inch boner was poking into my naked stomach. Of course, he wasn't alone as I was jabbing him with mine just underneath his balls. The sexual lust was palpable and we were basking in it.
No words needed, we both pulled at each others garments, me at his plaid boxers and him at my baggy shorts. Rolling over sideways to get them off easier, our lips never broke contact. I was surprised at how much energy he had for being so ill, but as they say, there's no greater motivator than sex.
Our clothes slid off faster than expected as we took another quick breath. We were both as naked as the day we were born, our erections snapping up to our stomachs. No time for rest as we went back in to kiss.
Newfound nudity brought an entirely different feeling to our grinding. Without abandon, we smashed every bit of our body into each other, our cocks getting stimulated to the max. Our hands ran feverishly down each others bodies, as mine found their home on Josh's globes, fingers reaching into his burning hot crack and finding that spot that would drive him crazy.
"Oh shit James, you gotta stop, don't wanna cum yet," he grunted into the nape of my neck. I could tell that he indeed was getting close because he was twitching a little into my body.
We took this break to take a good look at each other's sexed up naked bodies. I'd seen Josh's dick before, of course, but never like this. It was about 5 ½ inches hard, and I'm talking steel hard, twitching in ecstasy and dripping with precum. Even now, Josh couldn't help but slightly thrust his hips up every couple of seconds jiggling his balls and sexy ass a little.
He lay there with his head leaning back and his eyes resting shut. His mouth was curled up in an open mouthed smile of lust with his little button nose pointing up to the ceiling. Every bit of his body showed a similarly adorable scene. Josh hadn't gone too far into puberty yet so he didn't have super defined muscles, but he was naturally lean with his pink nipples resting on a thin layer of baby fat. He didn't have many pubes surprisingly, but he did have a small blondeish bush squished under his hard shaft.
I couldn't resist. Before he was even expecting it, I brought my lips onto his warm body, drawing circles around his nipples. He was quick to respond with a deep moan and held my head into place. I was happy to keep suckling on his hardening chest moving back and forth, left and right, until I decided to slowly bring my tongue down licking a trail down to his innie belly button.
"Ohhh shit James," Josh sighed jerking up when my cheek brushed his flaming dick head.
I finally got a closer look at his dripping cock. He only had part of his skin cut off, so there was a bit of foreskin wrapped around the head with a peek of his wet knob sticking out. A sudden spurt of precum ran down my face. I looked up to him for that silent sign of approval. In response, he pressed my head further down, trying to thrust his cock into my face. I think that counts. Without hesitation, I grabbed his scorching hot cock and brought the head to my lips.
"Ohh fuck James, do it," he squeaked, his voice going up a few octaves in anticipation.
Not wanting to make him wait any longer, I brought his cock into my mouth, using my tongue to slide his skin down his shaft. I got the immediate taste of his sex, like a sweet and salty finger, if that finger was rock hard and jerking to get further down my throat. `Not yet,' I thought, deciding to tease him a little more.
I moaned onto his cock, sending the vibrations all the way up through his spine as my tongue pirouetted around his sensitive and exposed cock head.
"Don't tease me you fucker," he growled playfully raising his ass up to try and get it deeper into my mouth.
I moved around between his legs and grabbed onto his thighs to try and restrain him a little, keeping my mouth around his cock the whole time. Without warning, I dipped my head down the full length of his cock, my nose touching his pubes and otherwise smooth and taught groin. He started pounding my face in rhythm to my bobbing up and down and I could feel his stiff cock twitch in the back of my throat.
"Fuuuuck James, that's wonderful!"
I moaned an agreement around his dick, which was the last he could handle. A guttural moan and some high paced, uncontrolled thrusts into my mouth brought on his spurts of cum right into my mouth. 3, 4, 5 squirts right down my throat, each with its own accompanying jerk up into my face. My hands wrapped around his thighs could feel his ass clench with every stream of cum until he'd finished with his hands still clutching my hair and his cock somehow still hard in my mouth.
I slowly pulled off, swallowing all of his cum save for a few drops dripping out between my lips.
"Damn Josh, not bad! Feel any better?"
"Fuuuuck James, lemme catch my breath," he sighed, cock still twitching in the air.
Just when I'd thought he was done, he jumped me, sitting back on top of me with his legs spread and his bum resting on my still hard dick. Correction, my dick had never been harder.
"How's this James?" He slid his ass back and forth, my wet cock sliding between his cheeks.
"Fuuuck Josh, you psychopath," I teased, my head tipping back in pleasure.
Josh was already hard again on top of me, moaning with my cock's contact with his ass. Just grinding like this was bringing me close to orgasm, but Josh picked up on it and climbed off.
"Aww," I whined, giving Josh my best puppy dog look. Not quite my forte, but I still wanted so much more.
"Oh no, no, no bro, that's not all."
Josh pulled a bottle of lotion from underneath his bed and started rubbing his oiled finger on his pink hole. He was a teenager after all, and what teenage boy doesn't have lube bedside?
"Wait Josh, are you serious?" I didn't want him hurting himself. I mean, he was still sick.
"Oh trust me James, I've never been seriouser," he grinned with that snaggly grin.
"You dumb sexy fucker!"
I rushed him with the lotion already on my hands and slid a finger quickly up his hole.
"Damn it, that's nice!"
Josh clenched onto my finger while I was twisting it around deep into the warm cavity of his ass. He rolled over onto his hands and knees giving me easy access to him. Not waiting, I pushed the second finger between his cheeks and found that little spot, his prostate, that instantly had him shuddering.
"Oh shit! What was that?" he said, trying to keep control of his body.
"If you liked that Josh, I think you're going to love this."
I'd already lubed up my cock and brought it up between his warm round ass. No choice but to take a second to let how amazingly sexy Josh looked just then. His eyes squinted shut in pleasure, presenting his perfect ass just for me.
"You ready Joshy?"
"Do it."
I slowly slid my 6 inch cock into his hole. My head just barely slipped passed the wall of muscle resisting me and before I knew it, my pubes were resting right in between his crack. He'd taken all of it on the first try.
"Shiiiit James, your cock is fucking amazing. Keep going," he moaned almost unintelligibly through his lust.
My head was resting against his prostate, leaving him shuddering and moaning again. His insides were so hot and every part of him seemed to be trying to squeeze the cum out of my cock. I pumped in and out, slowly increasing my speed. Eventually, I was pounding him into his bed, lying flat on top of him with my balls slapping against his ass loudly. Not that you'd be able to hear it through the sounds of ecstasy coming from our mouths.
Josh turned his head back around to lock lips again, and we were in pure sexual nirvana. I was slamming into him without abandon, his bubble butt bouncing with every thrust.
"Fuck Josh, I'm so close," I grunted into his ear.
"Mmmm, me too," Josh said, "Roll me over so we can cum together."
He flipped over so we were face to face and I kept crushing his hole. I suddenly felt his ass get even tighter so I could tell he was cumming. His tight hole did me in and I shot deep up inside of him, recklessly pounding him with each spurt.
"FUUCK JAMES!"
We came at the same time, with his second load of the day squirting all up and down his body. Josh had came so hard, he shot himself in the chin, but I lapped up every drop of cum I could get to.
After what seemed like hours of orgasm, we settled down into each other, my softening cock slipping out of his ass. My last squirts landed on top of his cheeks. Drained of cum and energy, we flopped together back onto the bed.
"So Josh," I huffed,"Do you feel better?" I got a playful punch on the arm for that.
"I think so!"
"Well, that's good to hear. Let's just hope this isn't the last time we do- ACHOOO!" I sneezed. How did I guess that making out with a sick person, no matter how sexy, wouldn't end well for me?
"You've got to be kidding me. I'll get you for this Josh!"
"I bet you will sexy," he grinned.
"AAACHOOO!"
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