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The Nervous Game
Pete and Spencer walked through their neighborhood towards Spencer's house. It was 3 in the morning, and to say they were drunk would be an understatement. It was the last weekend before the school year was set to start, and they were about to begin their freshman year. The soccer team, of which they were both a part of on the junior varsity squad, was throwing an end of the summer party at one of the senior's house.
It was the first party for the boys, and they had an absolute blast. They both drank a ton of beer (they didn't like the way it tasted but drank it anyway) and even did a few shots of something called Patron. They had both been nervous about leaving middle school and entering high school and being invited to this party had certainly made them feel better.
While both Pete and Spencer were the same age (born less than a month apart). Spencer was blonde haired, blue eyed, and was almost a full head taller than Pete. Spencer's physique was still boyish, but starting to look more like a man's, his shoulder and pectoral muscles starting to fill out and his stomach starting to flatten out more and take the six-pack shape. Pete, on the other hand, was a late bloomer, short with dark hair and dark eyes, but pale skin. His body was very skinny, little muscle tone except in his legs where he was very strong.
Having played soccer together for a while, both boys had seen each other naked in the showers. Spencer knew that Pete's little cock hadn't grown much, and he had a few strands of hair above his dick. Pete knew that Spencer's cock was almost 4" soft and hung down below his hairless balls, rooted in a tight but dense patch of light brown pubic hair.
They stumbled into Spencer's house, being as careful as they could to not make too much noise as they entered. They immediately went down into the basement which is where they always slept when Pete stayed over. The couch down there was a fold out and was surprisingly comfortable. They immediately got to work on opening the bed.
As they prepared to crash, they each disrobed, revealing hairless torsos and boxer brief style underwear. Pete's was American Eagle brand and red, and Spencer's was blue Fruit of the Loom. Their bulges were easily pronounced and visible, even in the dim lighting of the basement. They each took a side on the bed and got under a shared blanket.
"Dude, that was so much fun," Spencer said.
"Uh...yeah...I'm like...fucked up," Pete replied.
"No, you're not `like' fucked up. You ARE fucked up."
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck you."
"Dude," Pete slurred, trying to find the words. "Fuck you."
The two boys laid in silence for a few moments. They were both incredibly tired, but something was keeping them both up. They had been friends since kindergarten and were only getting closer as they got older. Going to their first party seemed like it was a milestone for them.
Pete suddenly felt a hand on his thigh.
"Nervous yet?" Spencer asked.
The Nervous Game. It was an incredibly stupid game that the two boys played when they were in 6th grade. They hadn't played it in a couple years. The game rules were simple: you put your hand on your friend's thigh, starting at the knee, and asked, "Nervous yet?" If the answer was `no,' the hand was elevated closer to the crotch, and the question was repeated again. This went on until either the person being touched admitted to being nervous, or the hand made contact with the crotch, resulting in some pretty innocent touching.
And for whatever reason, perhaps the booze, Spencer was bringing the game back.
"Nope," Pete replied confidently. The hand moved up Pete's bare, muscular thigh.
"Nervous yet?"
"Nope," Pete replied again, and the hand moved up again, just an inch or so south of his boxer briefs.
Pete noticed that his cock was responding to his friend's touch. When they played this game two or three years ago, nothing like this ever happened. But he was definitely getting hard now.
"Nervous yet?"
Pete hesitated, but he didn't want to seem like a pussy, so he responded with another confident sounding, "Nope." The hand slid up again, now touching his underwear, just under his balls.
By now, Pete was completely hard in his boxer briefs, and was terrified at what might happen if Spencer moved his hand up one more time. On the other side of the bed, Spencer was in a similar state; touching his friend this way was making him incredibly horny, and he feared for when it would be his turn, as the other person always reciprocated.
In any event, Spencer had to continue. "Nervous yet?" he asked.
For Pete, this was the moment of truth. Part of him wanted to give in, to stop this from going too far. But he was a freshman now, he was on the soccer team, and had just come back from his first high school party. He had too much bravado to give in now, and so he responded with, "No."
Spencer's hand slid farther up and encountered something hard in Pete's underwear. After moving past the lumps that were his testicles, Spencer's fingers found themselves pushing against something hard and tube like. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was disbelief, but it took Spencer a few more seconds than it should have to realize what he was touching.
For Pete, it was the first time that anyone had ever touched his boner, so it was thrilling. A part of him felt like he could cum any second. When Spencer's fingers first flittered across his erection, he felt fear. But then he realized that he wasn't pulling his hand away.
After a few moments of silence, Spencer finally spoke: "Dude, you're like...hard."
"I know, I'm sorry. I think I'm just drunk."
"It's cool," Spencer replied. "I am too."
"I know you're drunk," Pete said, noticing again that that hand was not moving from his engorged genitals.
"No, dumbass. I'm hard, too."
"Really?" Pete asked. "Why are you hard?"
"Same reason as you, I guess," Spencer said.
The two boys looked at each other, and Pete once again realized that his friend had not taken his hand off of his boner. Pete decided to reach over and pay his friend back. His hand slid under the sheet, and he encountered Spencer's smooth, muscular stomach. His hand slid down over his underwear and found his erection pointing off to the side. He grabbed it gently, causing Spencer to sigh, and Pete realized that this cock was much longer and thicker than his own.
They both just held each other there for a moment, not sure what to do next. Since Spencer had started this, Pete decided to take the next step, and instinctively began to stroke his buddy's cock up and down, slowly at first. It took a Spencer a couple seconds, but he joined in, rubbing Pete's cock through the boxer briefs.
Finally, Spencer spoke. "Listen, we're both really drunk, and it's just us down here. I'm super horny, and I think you are too. Want to mess around? Promise not to tell anyone else?"
Pete didn't say anything, but threw the cover off their bodies, both of their boxer briefs bulging with their hard ons. He became possessed with lust for Spencer. He straddled over his friend's legs and went right for his underwear. Spencer lifted his hips up to allow the undergarment to slide down his legs, his erect cocking bouncing against his stomach as it was freed from the tight confines.
Pete's hand went to Spencer's penis, all 5.5" of it. His balls were still hairless and Pete liked looking at the smattering of light, curly hair that was at the root of his cock. He stroked him up and down while Spencer moaned quietly, enjoying the feel of his friend's hand on his turgid cock.
The more that Pete did, the more he was emboldened to do, which was what made him bend over to take Spencer's cock in his mouth. He had seen plenty of vids online (both gay and straight) and knew what to do. Spencer moaned his approval, a little louder this time, and put his hand on the top of Pete's head. Pete loved feeling his hand there and took Spencer's cock all the way so his upper lip was buried in his pubes.
Spencer was surprised when Pete took his cock into his mouth, but he certainly wasn't complaining. No one had ever touched his penis, let alone sucked him, so Spencer didn't have anything to compare this blow job to, but it certainly felt amazing. His wet lips were stroking up and down his thick shaft, and his tongue continuously swirled around the light pink head, and his right hand held his cock still as he manipulated it with his mouth.
Pete sucked for about thirty more seconds, and then pulled his mouth off to give his jaw a break. As he stroked the wet, cut cock, Pete loved it more and more: it was the perfect length, perfect shape. Not too big, not too small, the glans just slightly bigger in diameter than the shaft. This was all happening very fast, but Pete knew what he wanted to do, and had the courage to ask for it.
"Spencer, I wanna do something," Pete said, still stroking his hard member.
"Yeah?"
"I want you to fuck me," Pete said confidently.
"What?"
"Seriously," he said, spitting on Spencer's cock, getting it nice and wet, driving home the point. "I want you to fuck me, Spencer. No one will ever know. But I want your cock in my ass."
"Are you sure, dude?" Spencer asked. "I mean, swapping blow jobs is one thing, but this is something else."
"I want it, I've been thinking about it for a while. We're drunk, and it'll stay between us."
"Okay, man, if you're sure. I've never had sex before."
"Same," Pete said, getting off the bed and standing in front of his friend. He turned around, pulling his red underwear down under his ass, showing off his backside to his friend. It wasn't the first time Spencer had noticed how nice Pete's ass looked, but it looked especially enticing now. Pete licked his middle finger, getting it nice and wet and started to finger his ass.
Any hesitation Spencer had about fucking his best friend dissipated away when Pete fingered his own ass. It was clear to Spencer that the smaller boy had played like this before, and really did know what he wanted.
Pete turned around, and pulled down his underwear further, his erection bending with his boxer briefs until it snapped up. His erection was a little over 4" long, with about 15 or 20 small, curly pubic hairs dusting the root of his cock. If they hadn't been so dark Spencer might never have noticed them. He let his underwear fall to the floor and stepped out of them, standing nude in front of his friend.
"You ready?" Pete asked.
"How do you want to do it?" Spencer asked.
Pete considered this for a second. He was a bottom boy, and he knew what that meant. He should be on the bottom, allowing his taller friend to dominate him.
"I want to be on my back," Pete said, walking towards the bed. "And I want you to fuck me as hard as you want."
Spencer got up and let Pete take his spot on the bed. Pete spread his legs wide and shifted his butt forward, presenting his hole to the taller blonde boy, who got on his knees between Pete's legs, holding his erection in front of him. He walked his knees forward, getting closer to Pete's groin, and pulling a shot from some porn he'd scene, Spencer rubbed his wet cockhead against Pete's hairless boy balls and perineum. Pete moaned, and started stroking his small cock.
Spencer slid his cock down until it grazed Pete's anus. He swirled his wet head around the tight hole.
"Do it," Pete whispered. "Fuck me."
Spencer leaned forward, and his wet glans slid in comfortably. Even though Spencer knew there was more to come, this sensation was plenty for him. But he looked at Pete's face and knew he wasn't uncomfortable, so he pushed forward some more, but slowly.
Pete had other ideas. While he appreciated that Spencer was taking his time, he wanted this and he wanted it now. He leaned up, grabbed Spencer by his butt, and pulled him into his hole. The sudden motion of Spencer's cock entering Pete's tight butt made both boys moan, a high pitched gasp escaping both of their lips.
"Are you okay?" Spencer asked, trying to catch his breath as he experienced sensory overload.
"Yeah," Pete whispered. "Fuck me now."
Spencer pulled out, every nerve ending in his dick firing as the warm wetness of Pete's hole wrapped around his tube. He pushed back in and realized that fucking was his new favorite thing. He never thought that his first lay would be a guy, nor it his best friend, but he wasn't complaining...at all. In and out he went, savoring the intense feeling on his no longer virgin penis.
For Pete, getting fucked was everything he thought it would be and more. He had put things in his ass before..Sharpies, toothbrushes, hairbrush handles, even a cucumber (don't worry, he threw it away). But this was different...it was the perfect size, it was warm, and it belonged to his sexy best friend. He was feeling amazing, and it got even better as Spencer sped up, increasing the tempo of his fucking. He also started to go even deeper, rubbing against his prostate.
Spencer kept going faster and faster. It was clear that Pete was okay with him being in control, so Spencer took it and started to really pound the ass of his new lover. The sounds of skin slapping on skin and Pete's whining every time he was penetrated filled the otherwise empty basement. Spencer grabbed Pete's boner, standing tall, and started to stroke the 4" circumcised cock.
Like all good things this was bound to end and it was bound to end soon. Spencer's young, inexperienced cock could only take so much of Pete's tight insides. He could feel the pressure start to build in his loins, the beginning of the full body sneeze, the feeling he had gotten to know so well since he began masturbating at the age of 10.
"Dude, I'm going to cum," Spencer stated.
"Do it. Cum for me."
"Where do you want me to do it?"
Pete didn't hesitate. "Inside me."
This only drove Spencer faster, and he fucked Pete at an impossible speed, like so many of the porn stars he had watched over the years. Spencer's moaning joined Pete's has he pushed himself farther and farther down the path of his eventual orgasm. He kept a grip on Pete's smaller cock and stroked the boy as he fucked him savagely. Pete, likewise, could also feel his orgasm building as his friend manipulated his penis and also grazed his prostrate with each insertion into his ass.
Spencer's moaning increased in volume and pitch, and he felt himself tip over the edge as the pressure in his body was released through his rock hard cock, buried in his best friend's butt. His eyes squeezed shut and he cried out loud as he had the most powerful cum he had ever had in his life. It felt like gallons and gallons of cum were shooting out of the tip of his cock and into the depths of Pete's rectum.
The intense fucking that happened leading up to Spencer's orgasm led to a cum for Pete as well. His cock pulsed as it was being stroked, ejecting watery cum up and over his body, landing on his chest, his stomach, and dribbling back down on his groin, over Spencer's stroking hand, and into his thin pubic hair.
All of a sudden, Spencer came to, as if he had blacked out for a moment while he came and came hard. He looked down and realized that his buddy had cum and had gotten it all over himself. Feeling his cock becoming incredibly sensitive, he slowly slid it out of Pete's chute, and both boys gasped as his penis popped free.
He wasn't sure why, but Spencer had an instinct to kiss his friend, so he did. They had just made love after all, and it was pretty intense. Their lips met, and Pete quickly kissed back, his mouth opening to allow Spencer's tongue inside. Once again, the boys moaned against each other as they made out, their softening cocks touching each other.
After a few minutes of this, they both realized it was way past their bed time and it was time to go to sleep. Forgoing their underwear, Pete and Spencer pulled the covers back over their bodies and wordlessly laid back down against the bed.
Before they both drifted off to sleep, a terrifying thought entered their minds. They were both coming down from their orgasmic highs and were now thinking with a different head. What had they done? Had they crossed a line that they could never cross back? Would this one act ruin their lifelong friendship? Would the other think that he had pushed this on him? They went to sleep terrified that this one night of giving in to sexual desires could possibly have ruined something that was very special for both of them.
Just a few hours later Pete awoke, sun streaming from a ground level window hitting him in the face. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was and why he was there. When he discovered that he was naked, he remembered what had happened the previous night, every detail...from feeling each other's cock through their underwear, to sucking Spencer, to getting fucked, to both of them cumming, and the memory made his cock grow hard again.
He rolled over to face Spencer, and as he stirred the taller, blonde boy began to wake as well. It also took him a few seconds to remember what had happened from the previous night, but the sight of his shirtless best friend was a nice reminder.
The two boys looked at each other; while no words were spoken, a synergy occurred between the two. When they looked into each other's eyes, there was no regret present. No feelings of remorse, no feelings of resentment towards the other. They both felt content with what they had done and where they were.
Spencer reached over to place his hand on Pete's hip, and the two boys scooted closer to the other. Pete's hand found Spencer as well, and they embraced, pulling each other in, their nude bodies rubbing against each other. Almost simultaneously, they leaned in to each other for a kiss, and in that moment they both knew that their friendship was not over. No, this was not the end, but was the beginning of something truly beautiful...
"Nervous yet?" Spencer asked as he placed his hand on Pete's boyish thigh.
Pete smiled. "Never," he replied, kissing Spencer as his hand slid upwards to its intended target.
AUTHOR'S NOTE – I hesitate to write this as I typically want my work to just speak for itself, but I decided to make an exception for The Nervous Game. I want my stories to feel as authentic as they can because I believe it makes for a better reader experience. As I read over this, the pacing of the characters going so fast and so far in one night seems a little, by my own admission, unrealistic. However, it should be known that while the setting, names, ages, and character descriptions have been changed, this is a fictionalized account of a real experience I had some time ago. The timeline of this fictional depiction matches almost exactly what happened to me in a real-life sexual encounter, including the alcohol, intercourse, fear of regret (and lack thereof in the morning), and, of course, The Nervous Game. In any event, I just wanted to put that out there, and as always, I hope you enjoyed.