Page 33 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
I don’t remember making the conscious decision to join him. The towel is suddenly on the floor, and I’m automatically reacting, catching the small bottle of lube that he tosses at me whereI’m standing near the foot of his bed. I quickly coat my dick and am consumed by how good it feels. I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to release so quickly.Is it always supposed to be like this when you have a crush on someone?
Oak lets out another moan and my focus is once again drawn to him. He’s looking at me, only now, his eyes are clearly locked on my hand where it’s moving, working my erection. He still has that wicked glint in his eyes, but they’re hooded. He looks so fucking sexy. Ifthisis sexual attraction then I’ve definitely never felt anything like it before. I don’t want this feeling to end, but I know I won’t last much longer.
Oakley must have been approaching his own climax when I walked in, because he looks desperate now, his movements are faster and less coordinated. The muscles in his lower abdomen clench, and he crunches forward as his expression reveals his obvious pleasure. He lets out another deep moan as thick ropes of cum shoot out across his abs and chest, coating his hand.
How is that so fucking hot?
I wish it was my cum covering him, dripping down the ridges of his muscles… The intense pleasure that had been building at the base of my spine crashes over the edge, spreading throughout my entire body as my own climax washes over me. I can’t hold my eyes open any longer to see where my release lands as the most intense orgasm of my life consumes me.
When I finally come down enough from the high of my gratification, my eyes lock with Oakley’s, and I catch what almost seems like a look of awe on his face. He quickly blinks it away and replaces it with a smirk.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting that to happen,” he says in a light, teasing tone.
“Sorry—” I start to say, but he cuts me off.
“Don’t apologize, that was hot. Just…unexpected. Plus, like I said, it wasn’t like we’ve never jerked off in the same room before,” he reminds me casually.
I guess he isn’t going to make a big deal about the fact that we just masturbated with a whole lot of eye contact while staring at each other’s dicks.Totally normal.
And my intense reaction to watching him was alsototally normal, and I’m handling this crush so well, super casual.
When he finishes cleaning himself with some tissues, he tosses me the box and I see that most of my cum landed on his sheets. I quickly clean myself up, but sheepishly point to the wet spot, ignoring how something deep in my gut heats at the idea of his bed smelling like me. “Sorry.”
He just laughs. “I was going to need to change them anyway. So, was that your plan when you came in here or…?” he trails off, and I wonder what he’s expecting me to say.
“What? No,” I sputter. “I think my shirt ended up in your closet again, I thought you were sleeping, and that I would just sneak in and grab it without bothering you,” I explain, hoping he blames my sunburn on how hot my cheeks feel right now.
“Which shirt?” he asks as he confidently struts completely naked across the room to his closet.
I know I’ve probably seen Oakley naked hundreds of times over the years, but I don’t think I was everlookingbefore now. In the confusing months since the kiss and my newfound attraction to him, I’ve avoided changing near Oakley.
No going back now.He’s really hot.I can finally admit that his dark hair and blue eyes, which seem to pop against his sun-kissed skin, are really captivating in a way that makes my blood heat. His toned muscles that bunch and flex as he moves, drawing my attention to his ass, are already making me want to go for a round two, my dick twitching in agreement.
Fuck, he has a really nice bubble-butt. Seriously, how did I not realize how attracted to him I am?
I have no idea what to do with this information right now, though.
I can’t risk things between Oakley and I. The kiss was months ago, he’s been single for weeks, and if his feelings toward me had changed at all, he would have brought it up by now. There would have been signs, some hint that he was having any of the same struggles I’ve been having. I might have accepted that I wish things could be different between us, that I would love to explore my newfound attraction and see what it really means, but I know those fantasies need to remain in my head. I can’t risk him finding out how I’m really feeling.
There are so many ways it could go wrong. Oak could apologize that he doesn’t feel the same way, and in his confusion on how to handle the situation, end up putting distance between us. Or worse, what if he attempts to force himself to reciprocate my feelings when he doesn’t actually share them in some well-intentioned attempt to make me happy?
I can’t risk that. I can’t lose Oakley. Which means he can’t know how spectacular that mutual jerk off really was for me. That was a gift. A shared orgasm I will probably never get again, and I should be grateful that strange circumstances led to it happening at all.
I need to calm down and stop focusing on the possibility of losing him. My breathing is too fast right now… I really need to get out of this room.
“So, which shirt was it?” he calls out from his closet.
“Um, the light purple one," I manage to get out, sounding surprisingly calm, despite the internal freak out I’m definitely having.
“Yeah, it’s in here,” he responds, bringing it out to me on a hanger. “Guess I’ll have to thank the cleaning crew who put it in there for an exciting afternoon,” he says with a wink.
He’s fuckingwinkingat me and joking like this wasall just a fun little surprise in his day, completely normal best friend behavior.
I manage a short chuckle in response, muttering “thanks” as I grab the shirt and spin to leave the room.
“Parker?” Oak asks before I can leave.
“Yeah?”
