1. Falling for my Best Friend Pt. 1


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: Fiction, Boy / Boy, Gay, Masturbation, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: bboylover, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    while since I had drunk much and I planned on driving later than night so I made sure to limit myself during the party. Jeffrey, however, kept knocking back shot after shot. As we continued partying, playing beer pong and finding new ways to consume alcohol, Jeffrey kept getting increasingly disoriented. I knew he was a lightweight, so midway through his third game of beer pong, I pulled him away. “Hey, I think you’ve had enough drinking for tonight,” I told him, holding onto his arm. He pulled away from me. “It’s fine, just let me party,” he slurred, alcohol dripping from his breath. I held onto his sleeve. “No, no, just sit down with us for now,” I said, motioning behind us where Jasmine and Tiffany were sitting on lawn chairs in the grass, hammered. They waved at Jeffrey flirtily. “No.” He tried pulling away again but I still didn’t let go. “C’mon, you need to stop drinking.” He snapped, “Kara broke up with me.” I let go of his arm. “Yeah,” he mumbled angrily. “Fucking just texted me earlier.” I paused. “Alright,” I shifted my tone softer. “Let’s take you home, come on.” He resigned himself and, after waving goodbye to the girls, I led him by his shoulders to the car. I opened the passenger door and he slumped into the seat. I drove him to the front of his house, where the lights were off. It was a little past one so I needed to sneak him into his room. By this time, Jeffrey had almost fallen unconscious so I was dragging his body across his lawn to the basement entrance. ...
    I fumbled through his pocket for the keys then entered through the door and into his room below the rest of the house. His room was small, but clean. I dropped him softly into his bed and got up. “Hot,” he murmured. “Take off clothes.” I sighed. I bent over and started sliding his shirt off, revealing his muscled abs. “Lift your arms,” I said. He flopped his arms up and I slid his shirt over his head then tossed to beside him. “Okay, dude,” I said. “Feel better, I’ll see you tomorrow. Funny how one of us always ends up unconscious, right?” I looked at him, but seeing that he was knocked out, I didn’t expect a reply. I backed up a step, ready to go, but my eyes were drawn toward Jeffrey’s sleeping body. His face was content and his muscular upper body was relaxed. The little light coming from his lamp illuminated every curve and I felt a primal stirring in myself. I must have stared for only a few seconds but it seemed like much longer. I dragged my eyes away and left. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I turned over and looked at the clock, which read 3:10 a.m. I decided to just fuck it and rub one out. I pulled out my modest dick in all of its 6 inch glory, closed my eyes, and started stroking. I found myself in a semi-state for a few minutes, not really coming close to cumming or even being hard. Without thinking, images of Jeffrey started playing in my head. Details of his body, his muscles gleaming and rippling. I began to imagine me feeling his chest, rubbing my hands along ...