The Bro Code By Mister J
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Luke recently got divorced from his wife. And Vincent, his straight best friend, wanted to celebrate his freedom with a party.
But Vincent drank too much and ended up sharing his bed.
He woke in the middle of the night because something hard was poking him from behind and found out what it was.
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"Vincent, pull the plug and let those people downstairs go home." I crossed my thick arms across my chest.
"Hell no, bro." My bald best friend with the red goatee was sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning back and propped up by both arms. His shirtless body displayed a mat of ginger fur over solid pecs and a flat stomach.
"Why the hell not? This is my house." I resisted staring at the bulge in the front of his tight black jeans.
"Because I carefully planned this party for you. And I don't want it to go to waste. So, loosen up and enjoy your party."
"You didn't even tell me about it."
"That's why it's called a surprise, dumbass."
I sighed. "Bro, I had a long day at work. I don't have the energy to deal with guests tonight. I don't even know most of the people you invited."
"I don't care. Whether you like it or not, we're going to celebrate your freedom from your ex-wife."
"Can't we just celebrate in front of the couch, drinking beer while watching a game? Just the two of us."
"No. I'm on a mission. I'm introducing you to the models I invited from the agency. So, shut up and don't complain."
My eyes rolled.
Vincent shifted and half-crawled on the bed to reach the paper bag on my nightstand.
"Bro, your messing up the bed cover."
"Oh, sorry," he said in a sarcastic tone and handed the paper bag.
I flipped him off before accepting. "What the fuck is this?"
"It's your Freedom gift."
"This is another one of your gifts, isn't it?"
Vincent tried to keep himself from laughing.
"Look at your face. You're going to hurt yourself." I peeked inside.
A fleshlight and a bottle of lube.
"I knew it. Couldn't you just give me one of those Ube Cheescakes your girlfriend makes?"
Or I would have appreciated it more if it was a dildo modeled on your fat dick.
Fuck. I want cock so bad. I haven't had sex with a guy for almost a month. And my next out-of-town work trip is not for another couple of weeks.
Vincent chuckled. "I wanted to put it in a glass case with a `Break in case of emergency' on it, but it wouldn't get delivered on time."
"Uhm. Thanks, I guess." I placed the paper bag back on the nightstand before pulling him off the bed and fixing the messy bed cover.
My Irish-American best friend draped his massive arm over my shoulders. "Luke, I promise you."
I got a whiff of the alcohol in his breath and strong masculine musk from his armpit.
"Before this night ends, you will get laid on that bed. And you will thank me in the morning for it."
"Is that so?"
He flashed a huge grin. "You bet your ass it is so."
"But before any laying happens, I'm going to need alcohol. Lots of it."
Vincent pushed me toward the door and smacked my ass. "Bro, there's a bottle of vodka with your name on it downstairs. And you will need to catch up. I'm already way ahead of you."
"BRO, when did you get a spinning hallway?" Vincent's words slurred. The loud music downstairs almost drowned his voice. He was leaning on the wall next to the bedroom door.
I turned the knob and pushed it open.
The smell of alcohol mixed with a man's sweat seeped through the pores of his shirtless torso.
"Come on, baldy. Let's get you to the bed so you can sleep the alcohol off." I grabbed his arm to put it over my shoulders.
He snatched it away and staggered in. "Bro, I can walk by myself. I'm not drunk."
"Uh-huh." Lingering behind him, I put a hand on his big trap muscle to correct his swaying. I couldn't help but squeeze the solid flesh in my palm.
Vincent's foot caught on his other foot, making him drop to his hands and knees on the floor with a loud thud. His big round ass in the tight jeans stuck up in the air.
Shit. I bent down to help my best friend up. "Are you okay?"
"Why is there a big rock in your bedroom? That almost killed me."
I snorted and shook my head while holding him up. "Don't worry about it. I'll get rid of it for you. Just come with me."
"Where are we going?"
"Right over there." I steered him toward the bed.
When we passed the closet, he reached for the doors and opened them.
"What are you doing? The bed is the other way."
"I'm going to the bathroom. I need to pee."
"Bro, that's not it." I turned us around and brought him to the bathroom.
With one hand leaning on the tiled wall, Vincent stood in front of the toilet. His other hand fumbled with the button of his jeans.
I stood a foot away and turned to the side, pretending not to watch him. My dick grew inside my shorts.
He looked at me. "Luke, a little help over here, please."
My heart beat faster, pumping blood and heat throughout my body. I stood behind Vincent and wrapped my arms around his beefy torso to reach the button.
What would Vincent's girlfriend say if she walked in on us? Two big dudes, standing like this.
"Bro, you're cute. But sorry, I don't take it up the ass." He laughed.
I do. Want to switch?
"Haha. Funny. You want to pee in the toilet or in your jeans?" I asked.
"Shutting up."
I released the button and backed away.
He looked over his shoulder. "Since you're already there. Could you pull my jeans down, too?"
Pretending to be upset, I groaned. But my dick was at full mast. I squatted down behind him and pulled the tight jeans down to his thighs.
His tighty-whities hugged his big muscled ass.
I bit my bottom lip and suppressed a moan. It took some willpower to resist the urge to pull the briefs down and shove my tongue inside that straight hole.
The strong sound of trickling water hitting the toilet started. "Thanks, bro."
I returned to my original position and watched him in my peripheral vision. The sight of his dick peeing made my dick twitch inside my boxer briefs.
When he finished unloading his bladder, he tucked his cock back inside and tried to pull the jeans back up without success.
"Tsk. Hold on. Let me do it." I flushed the toilet first before pulling his jeans up. But I was not able to pull it all the way up because he started to leave.
Half of his underwear was still showing. His dick bulged in front.
I went to his side and draped his arm over my shoulders.
Vincent leaned his whole weight on me.
Crap, he is fucking heavy.
"Bro, let's get back to the party. Have I introduced you to the models?"
"You already did. But before we go back, maybe you should take a quick nap first." I dragged him toward the bed.
"Yeah, maybe a quick one. I'm kinda sleepy."
When we reached the bed, I peeled the cover off.
He flopped on the mattress, making the whole thing bounce.
I lifted his legs up and helped him position them.
His hands started pushing the jeans down.
"I'll tell your girlfriend you're up here so she won't worry."
"Thanks, bro." He closed his eyes. "You're a—"
I sighed. "Dumbass. You can't even take your jeans off all the way before passing out."
He laid on the bed, hands near his hips and jeans down to his knees. Big bulge in full display in front of his tighty-whities.
My heart raced, and blood rushed to my dick, making it hard again. The way it was positioned inside my underwear made it uncomfortable.
I turned away from the bed and looked down.
The big bulge stuck out in front of my shorts.
After pushing the waistband away with a thumb, I shoved my other hand inside and adjusted my dick to the right.
The tightness was gone, and the bulge was not as tented.
Exhaling with relief, I turned to face the bed again.
Vincent remained the same.
I leaned on the bed and used a hand to support my weight near his head. "Bro?"
No response.
With my free hand, I lightly slapped his cheek. "Vincent."
Silence.
I put a hand on his solid chest and jiggled him. "Hey. You look ridiculous with your pants like that."
A light snore started.
"Dumbass," I whispered. My gaze lingered on the face.
His bushy eyebrows, and untrimmed goatee, made his appearance rugged and masculine.
Then, I scanned down his thick neck and hefty torso.
Consistent gym workouts resulted in shoulders as wide as a double-door refrigerator, monster pecs, hard abs, and massive arms that could flip heavy truck tires.
I licked my lips and gave a soft moan.
Further down, Vincent's exposed thighs were as thick as tree trunks. And in between, the tighty-whities cuddled big balls and outlined a fat shaft and bulbous dick head.
My hand went to the bulge in the front of my shorts and squeezed. Shit. I want to reach out and grab that cock so bad. Use my hand to make it hard.
With him passed out like this was an opportunity. Should I take advantage? I can finally fulfill one of the fantasies I have had with him since high school.
If I go through with it, Vincent might wake up and catch me. My secret desire could ruin a friendship of more than two decades.
But if I leave my best friend alone, will I be satisfied with just fantasizing? Can I keep everything the same as before?
Vincent's arm moved.
I lifted my hand off the mattress and pulled away.
He shoved a hand inside his briefs and scratched his crotch. Red pubes and the base of his dick peeked from the stretched waistband.
I know I shouldn't do this. But I'm so fucking horny. There's not enough blood in my brain to think straight.
At the moment, my dick is doing all the thinking. And it wants my best friend's cock.
To hell with it. I'm doing this.
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