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When I wrapped my fist around his length, Micah let out a gasp and arched into my touch.He was well endowed for his size, and the sight was mouthwatering.He was long and a good thickness, with a perfectly pink head, cut unlike me.I was maybe only half an inch longer than him and slightly thicker, but my foreskin hid my deep red head from sight as my cock pulsed out precum as I thought about what I wanted to do with my best friend's dick.

“Bash…fuck, please…more. I need more,” he begged me sweetly.He was so wound up I knew I needed to get on with it before we both embarrassed ourselves. I wanted to give him a night he wouldn’t forget.

“Are you aching for me, baby?...Do you want my cum that badly?” I grunted as I took my cock in hand to lather it in lube.

“God yes! I want your cum so badly, Bash…I want it all over me,” Micah desperately groaned.

Fucking hell…he was going to push me over the edge with that dirty mouth of his.Who knew he was a hidden dirty talker?

That thought nearly had me stopping on the spot because in a brief moment of clarity, I remembered who this really was and what we were about to do. Of course, I shouldn’t have known Micah was a dirtytalker because I shouldn’t have been doing that with him in the first place.It couldn’t go past this night and I wouldn’t be able to give him anything more than right now.

Would I ruin us if I continued?Would I destroy the rock solid friendship we had for the last eight years if we went through with this?Could I survive it if I changed the fundamental nature of our relationship by hooking up with my best friend?

However, no matter what consequences tomorrow would bring, there was no bone, muscle, or nerve in my body that would be able to stop me right now.If there was to be any fallout because of tonight, then I would bear it all. I would gladly take it entirely on my shoulders to leave him free of any guilt or shame. I would do literally anything for him because he was, very simply, my whole world.

Burying those thoughts deep in my head, I took both of our cocks together in my hand and steadily started pumping us both up and down, putting more pressureon our lengths as I moved up and then twisting our heads together a bit.Micah and I moaned and groaned in unison, both of us quickly getting lost in the sensation of our dicks sliding together.I leaned my forehead down to touch his, our breaths mingling as I drove us to heights that left us breathless and shaking for more.

“Holy fucking shit, M…I can’t believe how amazing you feel. God, you have me so fucking close to coming all over you,” I breathed heavily.My head was a maelstrom of emotion, my senses on overdrive as I succumbed to the most overpowering pleasure I had ever experienced.Sex had never been like this before.I had never felt this level of fire and passion buzzing through my veins like a toxic drug, infecting every nerve ending with unparalleled intensity.

“Oh shit, Bash…I’m so close already…God yes, please make me come…I need it,” Micah cried, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, undoubtedly caught in the same riptide of sensation that I was.He was making the most glorious sounds I’d ever heard, each one of them making my dick throb and leak into my hand as I jacked us off faster.

“Fuck baby…I’m gonna come.Give it to me, M. Fucking come all over my hand. Do it now,” I groaned, fire racing up my spine as my release grew tantalizingly close.I was so near the point of no return, but I didn’t want to go over the edge without him.I needed us to go over together.

“Shit! Bash! I’m coming!” Micah wailed, his eyes slamming shut as his body tensed up under mine.Then his cock exploded in my hand, cum pulsing everywhere with such force that some of it hit right under his chin.The sight and feel of it was so fucking erotic that I tightened up everywhere as my own release hit me like a freight train.

“Micah! FUCK!” I roared as my cum spurted out all over his abdomen and my hand, nearly making me black out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me.God alive, I hadneverhad an orgasm like that. I couldn't begin to imagine what actual sex would have done to me.That’s the effect Micah had on me though.He was my own Heaven and Hell, wrapped up into one seductive temptation that had the ability to shut down my brain and have me falling at his feet.

I collapsed on top of him, unable to hold myself up because it felt as though every ounce of my strength had shot out through my penis just then.After a couple of minutes when we both caught our breath, I rolled over to the side and pulled Micah into my arms. He settled his head on my chest, his fingers lightly grazing back and forth over my sternum.He let out a happy, exhausted sigh and I closed my eyes and thought back over the events of the night.After the gravity of what we just did hit me, my throat clogged up and the fear that had been held back by the ignited passion infiltrated my brain.

Holy shit, what did I just do? I kissed my best friend. I jacked us both off until we were catapulted into mind-blowing climaxes.I called him babyrepeatedly.

Fuck.I think I really screwed up.

And I didn’t know how I was going to face it in the morning.

CHAPTER 5

Micah

In the afterglow of a life changing orgasm, I rested against Bash and listened to his heartbeat slow down and return to normal. I never in my wildest fantasies imagined that Bash and I would have hooked up.I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my best friend, the number one person in my life, had taken me apart piece by piece with his mouth, tongue, and hands until I was a boneless heap under him, practically panting for more.

Sweet shitballs, I had sex with Bash…

I mean, it wasn’t really sex, but he had blasted me into the stratosphere with that powerful hand of his until I had shot my release all over him.So it like…counted.I was still covered in the mess we made, but the thought of wiping off the proof of what we did made my stomach curdle.Like if I cleaned myself off, it would somehow erase what we had just shared. It was the wet, sticky confirmation that in some way, Bash had wanted me badly enough that he couldn’t hold himself back.

I closed my eyes, soaking in the peaceful moment before we’d have to wipe ourselves off and get ready for bed, but I wasn’t entirely prepared for what came next.Where did we go from there?I mean, would Bash want to start something with me, or was this all influenced by Jose Cuervo, or whatever the fuck he had drowned himself in at the party?

If he tried to take it back and say he just got caught up in the moment, I think I would literally die.I don’t know if there would be away back for us from that. I had spent years steeling myself against the depth of my feelings for Bash, knowing full well that I did a piss poor job sometimes of hiding how I felt about him, but he had never seemed to notice.Even tonight, he hadn’t asked me about my feelings for him beyond making sure I was giving consent for us to throw down in the sack together.Not that there was ever a chance of me saying no to him because my good judgment had noped the fuck out of there the instant his lips landed on mine.

Lord have mercy, that man can fucking KISS…my lips are still tingling.

Come to think of it though, Bash had never mentioned having any feelings for me either.He had said I felt good, tasted good, and that he wanted me(and let’s not forget how easily he had called me baby because…damn), but he had never said he liked me or even thought of me as more than his best friend.

Yes, I know very well that we didn’t really have the capacity to talk out our feelings in that moment, but still! Now that everything had settled and we were no longer swept up in the ecstasy of it all, I desperately needed to know what he was thinking…what he was feeling.But maybe that started with telling him my own feelings.

“Bash? There’s something I need to tell you…” I started quietly, torn between just flinging the words at him so I didn’t back out, and stuffing them down deep where they’d never see the light of day.

At first, I didn’t think he heard me, but after a little bit he softly asked, “What is it, M?”

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