We were just friends - Part 1
We were always just friends. We had hung out more times than I could even count to, and I’d say that we knew each other better than anyone else in the world. There was life before Liam, and there was life after Liam. But like I said, we were always just friends…
We met for the first time at university. Liam, me and 6 others were all put into a flat together at random, but I’ve always thought it was fate. I was a pretty lonely person all through my youth, and the chance for a fresh start at university as I entered my adult life awakened a playful joy in me that had been hidden all my life. Liam and me hit it off instantly, and I don’t mean that in any hyperbolic way, talking to him for just the first five minutes had felt like we were two friends who had not seen each other in decades and were reminiscing over years that were long gone by. The first night out, despite still making somewhat of an effort to include our other 6 flatmates, felt like me and Liam were lost in this new city that we called out home, our kingdom, and the next 3 years flashed before my eyes. All I saw was joy in our freedom, yet, bound to one another.
Liam was a very good looking guy. When we would go out he would always attract the attention of girls. I hated this. Not that I was jealous, of course not, me and Liam were just friends and we are both straight, but I felt like the girls interrupted our night and as soon as they entered the scene the magic of our night time outings would be lost. Liam would sleep with whoever threw himself at him, he was free-spirited like that, whereas I was a bit more reserved in who I took home. Only if Liam pleaded and begged me to sleep with the friend of a girl he wanted to fuck would I entertain them, otherwise I wasn’t really that interested. It’s not that I’m not into girls, I am, it’s just that none of them who threw themselves at me did I ever see myself being able to give love to, and so it felt pointless to waste the night fucking when I could have instead been dancing the night away with Liam.
Throughout our three years of studying and living together, nothing between us ever happened. Why would it, we were just friends? The only sexual experiences we ever shared were talking about the girls we had both fucked, but that was it. We graduated, and Liam moved back to his city, and I moved back to mine. I was destroyed. What would my life be like without Liam, I couldn’t go back to the way it was before. There was nothing left for me back in my hometown, I had family but Liam was more to me than family, he was my everything. I knew what I had to do, I would move to live in Liam’s city to be back with him, so that I could feel complete again.
I told Liam of my plans and he was thrilled. I was worried he might find it weird that I was moving to be in his city, but he told me he hated living back with his parents and wanted to move out, and since we had lived with each other for three years and were such good friends, it made sense to get a place together. We moved in 2 months after I first told him what I was planning, a 2 bedroom apartment.
One night, me and Liam were watching a movie on the sofa. It was winter and it was cold, so we were both under the blankets and chilling in our briefs, as two straight friends do who are comfortable around each other. As the movie ended, Liam felt around under the blanket for the controller to turn off the TV, when he grabbed my erect penis through my briefs. He held his hand there for a few seconds and looked at me. I looked at him back, caught off guard and surprised at what was happening. He pulled his hand away after we locked eye contact and told me he was sorry, and we both laughed it off. I went back to my room and I wondered why I was even erect in the first place. Me and Liam had only been watching a comedy movie, nothing sexual, so my boner felt out of place. I also wondered why Liam had kept his hand on my boner for as long as he had, he didn’t instinctively pull it off. I shrugged these questions off, yet I found myself extremely horny as I got myself in bed. I put on some porn, ‘guy fucks his girlfriend with his 9 inch monster cock’ and began to stroke my dick. As I got closer and closer to cumming, I found myself becoming more fixated on the guy and his penis rather than the girl in the video. As I shot my load over my chest, I imagined that penis fucking me.
