Buddies

Buddies

It promised to be a peaceful, quiet evening. Tristan was lying on his sofa, sipping whiskey. His favorite drink at nights like this. He was watching a movie –some silly action movie, he didn’t want to think hard tonight- and just plain old relaxed.
Nights like this were rare for him.

He’d been working hard, the past weeks. It had been chaos at the office, new orders coming in, and he had to check them all. But that was all behind him now, and he’d reserved this night for himself. He’d been looking forward to it all week.

Of course something had to disturb it.

It wasn’t the doorbell ringing, but his cellphone. For a moment, Tristan was tempted to let it ring. But curiosity won, and he looked who it was. When he saw the name ‘Abe’, he answered it. Abe was his best buddy since high school. He didn’t mind talking to him, even on a night like this.

“What’s up, pal?” he asked friendly.

“You in?”

“In what?” Tristan blinked confused. “Where are you?”

“On your doorstep. Your doorbell is broken. Are you home?”

“Yes… I am.” And the doorbell wasn’t broken; he and his roommates just shut it down for the weekend. Neither of them wanted to be disturbed. “Let me get the door.”

Tristan lived in the attic of a large, old merchant house. The floors below him belonged to his two roommates, and each had their own facilities. The only thing they shared was the front door, but they still considered themselves roommates rather than neighbors. It just felt that way.
He walked down the narrow stairs and opened the door, to find Abe in his leather biker suit on his doorstep. He looked quite bewildered.

“What’s the matter with you?” asked Tristan, blinking surprised. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Abe burst in, and began to climb the stairs. “It’s close to that,” he muttered. “I’ve just seen Ivy kissing another guy, and when I confronted her she told me to piss off. Well, that’s just what I’m doing now. The bitch.”

“Ah.” Tristan followed up. He could’ve known. He didn’t like Ivy anyway, although he barely knew her. They were always bickering. Tristan hated bickering. He liked peace and harmony. “Well, come on in, and relax. You can stay for as long as you need.”

“I’m not going home tonight,” sputtered Abe. “The bitch is probably humping that dude anyway.” He stood still in the middle of the livingroom, and dropped his helmet. “I'm disturbing you, ain’t I?”

“Hardly,” smiled Tristan, picking up the helmet. “Want to take a shower? I have some jammies for you to put on, if you like. You can spend the night; you know you can.” Just like the old days, he thought. Before Abe met his girlfriend. They used to spend hours on end on that sofa. He’d missed it.

“I would love a shower,” nodded Abe. “Sorry I burst in like this, Tris… You’re the only one I wanted to see, right now.”

Tristan smiled again, and gently pushed his friend to the bathroom. “Take your time. I’ll put the pajamas on my bed, alright? Want a drink later?”

“Yeah. Scotch. Thanks again, Tris.”

Tristan left him to it, and went to his bedroom to put out the soft, white pants and top. Well, the evening still could be peaceful… It seemed Abe needed a break from it all.

Tristan was right. Abe didn’t want entertainment; he wanted rest. He stripped off his leather racing suit and underwear, and threw it all in a corner of the hall before he closed the bathroom door. First he took a pee.
The bathroom was small, but sufficient. The toilet was next to the shower and there wasn’t much room left for the sink and cabinet. Next to the toilet, Abe found a basket with magazines. Thoughtlessly, he picked one up, and he relaxed on the ceramic. His eyes grew wide when he flipped it open. “Heh…” Gay porn…?

“Tristan, you devil,” he murmured to himself. Now that he’d never suspected in a million years. Grinning, he looked at the glossy photos. They were high quality and barely smutty, with handsome actors in sexy poses. He chuckled softly. So that’s why Tris was still single. Well, he couldn’t blame him.

Without fussing, he dropped the magazine in the basket, and flushed. Time for that shower. And then a good drink, and his best friend’s company. His best friend, yeah right. He didn’t even know him, Abe realized. Tris was gay? Wow…

As he washed his hair, and sponged off his tense body, Abe began to relax. He pushed the memory of Ivy kissing that man –one of her colleagues, if he remembered correctly- to the back of his mind. Forget that bitch, she’s no good. A fraud. A complaining slut, always muttering about how little sex they had and how little attention she got from him.
The sponge was soft on his skin. He enjoyed the scent of the creamy soap, and closed his eyes. A soft sigh escaped him. This was better. Much, much better.

Tristan was sitting on the sofa when Abe returned. He felt all refreshed and less tense, and even not mad anymore. “Thank you, Tris…” he said again, sitting down on the white couch. “I’m sorry to—”

“If you thank me or apologize one more time, I’m gonna spank you,” muttered Tristan. “Here. Have a drink. Now sit back and relax, and that’s an order, soldier.”

Abe laughed softly, but he obeyed. He put his feet up on the coffee table –he was wearing thick, fluffy socks now- and leaned against the back of the sofa. “Wonderful… Oh man, this is what I need. Pretend I’m not here, alright? All I want is peace.”

“Good. My sentiments exactly.” Tristan crept in the corner, and stretched his legs. He put them on Abe’s lap. It was a position they’d sat in so often, in the past. “It’s been a while since you’ve been here, Abe… I missed you.”

“Yeah…” Abe sipped his sharp drink, and hissed when he swallowed it. And that had been a while as well. He rolled his head towards his friend, and observed him quietly. Tristan… How long did he know him already? Ten, twelve years? Long, anyway. And he didn’t actually know him at all. Tristan was a blonde, with bright, blue eyes. Abe blinked when he saw how bright those eyes were. He never noticed it before. He was handsome, with high cheekbones and dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. And a cute pug nose.
Abe rested a hand on Tristan’s shin and balanced his glass on the man’s knee. “I missed you too,” he eventually said. “Remember the evenings we spent together, playing games while we should be studying? Damn, those sleepless nights before the exams…”

Tristan laughed at the memory. “Oh yes. And all the times you sneaked in late, and I had to cover your ass when the tutors found out…”

They laughed together when the memories began to come back. Those had been good times.

“And look at us now,” sighed Abe. “What have we achieved? We work our fingers to the bone and failed in love. We wanted a career and partners for life.”

“At least that career went well for both of us,” shrugged Tristan. “Love will follow, eventually. Just not with Ivy, eh?”

“No. Not with Ivy.” Abe sipped again. The whisky was warming him, a nice glow gradually flowing through his body. His hand absently stroked the leg on his lap, and dipped under the hem to touch the skin. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. “Mm… It’s so nice and quiet here… Why didn’t I come here more often?”

“Because you were busy,” said Tristan softly. “Sometimes friends are forgotten. But they’re always there when you need them.”

“Thankfully, yes.” Abe’s hand now slid under the calf, and he thoughtlessly kneaded the muscles. Tristan was warm and firm, and he enjoyed the feeling under his fingers. Tristan didn’t object.

“I’d been watching a movie. Want to see?”

“Sure… Why not.” Abe opened his eyes, and emptied the glass. “What were you watching?”

“Some dumb action movie. But it was nearly finished so I’ll put in another one. Any preferences?”

“No. I don’t care. Anything but romance. I can’t stand kissing couples at the moment.” He drew his hands back when Tristan stood up, and leaned to the table to refill their glasses. “No porn either,” he joked, but then he remembered the magazine in the bathroom. “No straight porn anyway.”

“I don’t even have straight porn,” chuckled Tristan. He rumbled through his DVD collection.

Abe tilted his head to look at the titles, but he couldn’t read them from that distance. “You’ve probably got a lot of gay porn?” he asked with a straight face.

“Lots. I’m a lonely man, Abe, but I won’t bother you with that.” He put a disk in the player and returned to the sofa. “Don’t worry,” he smiled.

“It doesn’t bother me,” assured Abe. “I hope that’s clear. I don’t want it to be an issue between us, alright? I respect you the way you respect me. I’m not worried.”

“Say it one more time and I believe you,” said Tristan, crawling back in his corner, and putting his legs up again. “Is it okay if I sit like this?” he hesitated.

Abe grabbed Tristan’s legs, and pulled them firmly in his lap. He scowled at his friend. “Yes, it is alright. We always sat like this. It’s still alright, Tris. Even now I know you’re gay.”

“Now you know I’m gay?” Tristan looked at Abe for a moment, but then focused on the remote. “You mean you never knew before?”

“No… I just found out. I guess that means I’m an ignorant fool, hm? I should’ve known if we were truly the friends I always thought we were…”

“It’s not too late, Abe. We can still be the friends you thought we were. Now shut up and relax. And by all means, just touch me the way you always did. I’m not going to rape you.”

Abe smiled, and took his glass. He settled back again, and purposely slid his hand into the trouser leg to take the calf. He felt pleased and warm. His fingers idly stroked the skin again. How was it possible a man’s leg could feel this nice? The calves were pleasantly heavy on his lap, and he spread his legs a bit. That felt even better. Damn, he was growing a bit, he noticed. He tried to ignore it.

The movie was about two men, being stuck together during a journey. A buddy-movie he’d seen before. He’d never noticed it that time, but it appeared to him the two men weren’t just buddies. They touched each other a bit too often, to be just friends. Tristan and Abe watched in silence, sipping their drinks and simply sitting together.
Suddenly, Abe wondered why those actors didn’t kiss each other. They were certainly close enough…

When his second glass was empty, Abe put it aside. Now he had both hands free to caress Tristan’s legs. He slowly slid his hand over the man’s knee, and a little higher. Tristan had firm thighs. They were warm under the thin pajama trousers. His friend was still not objecting. “Why don’t they kiss?” he suddenly blurted out.

“What?” Tristan blinked, and looked up. “Because this is no gay movie, I guess… They sure look like they want to though, any moment. Why, would you like them to?”

“Yes… It seems appropriate, with them being together for so long, and going through all of that together. It would make a wonderful scene…” Abe rolled his head towards his friend, and saw him looking at him. “Sometimes friends should kiss, to seal their friendship, and prove their feelings for each other…”

Tristan frowned a bit, and narrowed his eyes. “Let me put up another movie,” he then said. “And see if you still feel that way when you see it.”

Reluctantly, Abe allowed his friend to get up and change the disks. He wondered if he would see gay porn now. He had to admit he wouldn’t mind. He would quite like it, even. “Sit down,” he muttered, tapping the cushions. “You felt nice in my lap.”

“Heh…” Tristan uttered a sharp laughter, and sat down. “You’re not kidding me, are you?”

“No, not at all,” assured Abe. He felt a bit woozy by the whisky, and very relaxed. “Come on, I want to hold your legs.” He pulled Tristan’s legs back in his lap, and sat back into the previous position. “You have great legs…” he murmured. His hands slid slowly over the cloth to feel the warmth and muscles, and he turned his eyes to the TV.

It was no porn. At least, no hardcore. It was the same subject, about two men being stuck together, but this movie went further where the other one stopped. These two actors ended up between each other’s arms.

Abe sighed when the two men kissed. It started shyly, but intensified swiftly, ending with pulling off their clothes and ending up in bed. So far, it was what he wanted to see. But he realized he wanted to see even more. He wanted to see gay porn.

“Do gay men shave their asses?” he asked, apparently completely innocently.

Tristan didn’t answer right away. “Some do,” he then said. “I use a cream myself.”

“Why? Don’t you like a hairy notch?”

“Abe… Are you kidding me now, or are you serious?” Tristan sounded tense, and a little annoyed. His legs shifted in Abe’s lap, and he abruptly held his breath. “You’re… hard,” he gasped.

“Yes…” Abe shifted as well, and rubbed up against the legs. “And I’m not kidding. I want to know why you shave. So tell me. Or smack me and I’ll shut up.”

“I… I don’t want to smack you.” Tristan leaned over to grab the scotch, and refilled their glasses. “I shave because it feels better when… when I’m bottom. It’s… easier to… you know. God this is awkward.” He sighed deeply. “It feels better when I’m fingered, and penetrated. So there. Happy?”

“Show me,” said Abe. He grinned when Tristan coughed. “Show me how it looks. I can’t see any detail in that movie… and I want to know how it looks. And how it feels.”

“Abe… Please. You’re not gay, man.”

“I don’t care, I want to see your ass. Pull down those pants and spread your legs. Show me. Come on, Tris, you’re no virgin, are you?”

“No. I’m no virgin.” With a lenient sigh, he lifted his ass and pulled his trousers down. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Abe watched carefully when his friends took his pants off, and grinned. Tristan was shaved indeed. His balls were hairless, and he’d only left some pubic hair. Which was blonde. Tristan’s cock was thick and seemed half-hard, lying peacefully in his loin. To his pleasure, he felt his own cock twitch. “Looks good, Tris… Spread your legs for me.”

Hesitantly, Tristan obeyed. He pulled his legs up, and spread his knees, showing his most intimate spot between the cheeks. He was completely hairless and smooth.

Abe blinked once. He’d never seen such a silky ass. It looked invitingly. A soft moan escaped him when he looked closer, and he reached out to slide his fingers over the skin. “Nice…” he breathed. “Now what do men do? Finger like they would finger a woman?”

“Yes.” Tris sounded a bit tense. “But we don’t lube like women do, so we need a little help.”

“Like with spit?” Abe sucked on a finger, and made it wet. Then he stuck it back between Tristan’s legs, and rubbed over the pink anus. He ignored the protesting cry when he pushed the digit through the sphincter.

“Abe!” cried Tristan out. “You can’t just do that, idiot! Oh shit… careful! Don’t go too… Oh!”

“Now what’s this, little buddy of mine?” grinned Abe. He sat up, and crawled on his knees. His finger slid through the contactions, and he pushed in completely. Tristan grabbed his wrist between both hands, but he didn’t force him to pull back. He held still when Tristan cried out he had to stop. “Not good?”

“Shit! Do you do this with women too?” muttered Tristan, staring at him with wide eyes. “You can’t just take me like that!”

“No? Why not?” Abe grinned down on his friend, and leaned a bit closer. “Do you want to kiss first?”

“That- That would be better, yes. Pull back, Abe. You need more than just a bit of saliva. We’ll get proper lube later. Kiss me. That’s a good start.”

Crawling on all fours, Abe came closer. He looked down on the pretty, smooth face of his friend. So handsome… “You have beautiful eyes,” he whispered. His lips briefly touched Tristan’s. “And such kissable lips. Mm.” With a moan, he pressed his lips firmly on the other’s.

Tristan seemed hesitant at first. He drew back at the first touch, but didn’t object when Abe kissed him firmly. His hands reached up to grab Abe’s dark hair. Tilting his head, he allowed the kiss to deepen, parting his lips to receive Abe’s tongue.

Abe lost control very quickly. The events of the evening and all the troubles in the past made him eager and desperate. He pressed down on Tristan, feeling the warmth through his pajamas, and slipped his arms under the body to pull him close. “Tris…” he gasped. “I want to fuck you…”

The blonde took a deep breath when Abe broke the kiss. He panted slightly, and opened his eyes to look at his friend. “Why?” he asked softly. “You’re not even gay… Why would you want to have a man? Because you can’t have a woman?”

Abe frowned. “I can have a woman if I wanted to,” he protested. “But I don’t want to. I want you, can’t you understand? I want my buddy… I should’ve done this much earlier, even.”

“But we’ve been friends for so long!” Tristan squirmed under the heavy body of his friend, half-heartedly protesting. “You didn’t even realize I was gay, Abraham!”

“Indeed,” scowled Abe. “Why didn’t you tell me, hm? Didn’t you ever fancy me? Don’t you find me attractive?”

“Now you’re being unreasonable,” pouted Tristan. “Yes, you’re attractive. I’ve even been in love with you! But I grew over it, and that took me a lot of effort, and suddenly you say you want to have me! Do you have any idea how that feels?”

“No.” Abe was completely honest. “I have no idea. How does it feel?” He was still lying on top of Tristan, and his hand wandered slowly over the warm thigh. Apparently thoughtlessly, his friend spread his legs for better access. He heard a soft sigh when he pushed his thigh under the testicles.

“It feels…” began Tristan, but his voice trailed off. “Amazing,” he sighed. “Kiss me. Have me. Do what you want with me, and do it good.”

Abe sucked his mouth on Tristan’s, and shut him up. For a while, he kissed and fondled him, and enjoyed the soft caresses of his friend on his back and hips. His hand crept between the legs to touch the anus again. Before Tristan could object, and ignoring the warning they needed proper lube, he slipped back inside and pushed up hard. Tristan groaned against his lips. It sounded quite pleased.

Slowly dragging circles with his fingertip, Abe worked deeper inside. He could move quite easy now Tristan relaxed. Teasingly nipping at the hot lips, he opened his eyes to look at his friend’s face. Tristan was blushing heatedly, and smiling. “How does it feel?” he whispered. “Is it good?”

“Oh yes,” whispered Tristan. “Deeper… Give me more, Abe. Mm…”

Tristan’s rectum was getting dry. Abe could move deeper and push up, but sliding in and out was becoming impossible without hurting his friend. Carefully, he drew back. “Alright, where do you keep your lube?”

“In the bathroom…” Tristan didn’t seem too keen to get up, but with a sigh, he stepped off the sofa. “Are you sure you want to go further?”

“All the way,” nodded Abe. He took another sip from his whisky when Tristan went to his bathroom, and he got up to look at the DVD’s in the cabinet. He took out the porn, and looked at the photos on the back. Juicy asses and hard cocks, sliding in deeply. Damn, why did it look so appetizing, all of a sudden?

“Would you like to watch one in the background?”

Abe startled up, and nearly jumped. “I don’t know,” he grinned sheepishly. “Will it inspire me?”

“I’m sure it will,” smiled Tristan. He went through the selection, and opened his case of choice. “This one is good,” he murmured. He put the disk in the player.

Abe watched his friend as he walked back to the sofa. The blonde had such a lovely butt, so round and firm. Again, he wondered why he’d never noticed it before. “Come here, you,” he ordered. His pajama trousers were tense over his erection. “Sit on my lap.”

Tristan came to him. Behind him, visible to Abe, the porn movie began to play. There wasn’t much of a story. Legs spread almost the first minute, and a slick cock slid into the anus, filling the whole screen. Abe gaped at the scene. “Holy shit,” he gasped. His cock twitched again, and was now fully erected. He grabbed Tristan when he came within reach, and abruptly pulled him on his lap. “Ahh… Ride me…” Abe moaned as he pushed up. Tristan pushed down on him in response, and slowly moved his hips. Their arms wrapped firmly around each other. On the TV, hot moans and cries were uttered.

“Now…” murmured Tristan. “Time to pull off some more clothes, hm?” He undressed his upper body, and opened the buttons of Abe’s pajama. He helped him pulling it off, and then dipped his fingers behind the band of the trousers. “Show me what you’ve got for me.”

Abe groaned and closed his eyes when the experienced hands curled around his erection. The sounds of the TV turned him on even more. “Yes… Oh Tristan, you hot stud, do it!” He lifted his ass when his friend worked the trousers down, and opened his eyes to look for the lube. Without another word, he opened the pot of Vaseline, and stuck in two fingers. With plenty of the slippery stuff, he wedged his fingers under Tristan’s ass, and worked two of them through the sphincter. He could reach far deeper this time. It felt slick and hot. They groaned at the same moment when he pushed up, and tensed their arms.

“Ah yes,” moaned Tristan appreciatively. He moved his hips back and forth to add to the friction, and rested his head against Abe’s shoulder. “Oh Abe, I’ve been dreaming about this so many times… Finger me deep… Do it hard, baby.”

“Mm…” Abe obeyed with pleasure. With an arm firmly around Tristan’s waist to keep him in place, he began to finger him faster and deeper. The scenes on the TV added to his inspiration, when he saw an anus being stretched by the hard cock –or another cock, he didn’t know for sure. “You feel so slick!” he gasped. “Like a tight, hot cunt… Oh Tris, you feel good…”

“Harder!” ordered Tristan, slightly panting. He leaned down deeper, his ass pushed up and his thighs trembling. “More!”

Abe drew back to take more lube, and slid his fingers quickly back into the hot, contracting rectum. Goddamn, that felt good. Tristan was clearly loosening. He rubbed his hand over the soft flesh under the testicles, stimulating the balls in time with the inner parts. He noticed Tristan was making breathless noises and held his breath when he pushed up. He did it again.

“Abe!” cried Tristan out. “Oh yes! There… Right there!”

Abe had no idea what he was doing, but he liked the response. Focusing on that spot deep inside, he made small circular movements with his fingertips. His friend trembled in his arms. He could feel the hard cock rubbing over his stomach. It was leaking severely, making a wet spot on his skin. Tristan began to rock his hips against him. “Man,” sighed Abe. “You’re steaming hot!” No girlfriend ever went this crazy with him. Abe quite enjoyed it, and moved even harder to drag more of those hot screams from his friend’s lips.

“Abe! Oh shit!” The blonde grasped Abe’s shoulders, dragging his fingernails over the skin. “Yes! Oh yes!” He bucked his hips, sliding through his own precome on the skin, and finally stiffened. “Ahh!”

Abe spread his eyes wide as he watched his friend coming all over his stomach. “Wow,” he breathed out, grinning. The rectum milked his fingers, and he could feel something throb really hard against the tips. He pushed up against it, dragging yet another breathless cry from the blonde and another squirt of semen from the tip of the man’s cock.

Eventually, Tristan fell against Abe’s wet body. “Wow… Oh man… That was delicious,” he panted. “So good. Mm…”

Abe felt a bit breathless himself, pure from adrenaline. He looked at the flustered face nearby, and turned his head to kiss him. Tristan took a bit of time to gain his breath. They kissed and licked each other’s lips for a while, until the blonde reached out for the lube.

“Time for stage two,” he smiled, dipping his fingers into the gel. He moved his hands sensually between their bodies, and stroked over Abe’s erection.

It was Abe’s turn to moan. He relaxed against the back of the sofa, and caressed Tristan’s legs and hips. The fingers curled around his shaft and gently stroked him, making him slick and hot. He moaned Tristan’s name. Licking his lips, he opened his eyes to look at what his friend was doing. Tristan pushed his cock up at the base, and positioned himself above him. Abe’s hands slid over the blonde’s chest to pinch the nipples, and he held his breath when his friend pushed down on him. Holy fuck that was different…

Tristan took him completely, without stalling. His rectum was still relaxed and lubed, and although he contracted hard around the shaft, it seemed to be no problem to take him wholly. He sighed when he sat down. “Damn, you’re big.”

“Ungh!” was all Abe could utter. With his eyes wide, he gazed at the sight of him being buried completely in a hot, tight ass. He’d been with women, oh yes. But those experiences were nothing compared to the tight heat he felt around him now. Tristan’s rectum milked him, muscles tensing around his whole length, and he had the feeling he was jerked very, very slowly. With a deep sigh, his head fell backwards, and he waited for Tristan to move.

Tristan did move, eventually. With his hands on Abe’s shoulders for balance, he pulled up, teasingly slow, to sit down again. He did that a few more times, until he moved a bit faster. And faster. Abe cried out in surprise when Tristan began to ride him furiously. It was impossible to bear this much pleasure.

“Tristan!” he cried out. “Oh yes, ride me!” Completely surrendered, his body exposed and his soul opened up for his friend, Abe gave in to his delight. He didn’t hear the sounds on the TV anymore; they were trivial compared to the sounds of Tristan and himself. He began to push up as Tris pushed down, and began to fuck him in turn. “Oh yes… yes! This is it! Make me come!” he yelled delightedly. He couldn’t care if the neighbors would hear him. His orgasm was amazingly fierce, and dragged another loud cry from his lips.

Tristan caught him between his arms. He kissed Abe’s heated skin, and licked the perspiration from his upper lip. Wordlessly, he hugged and caressed him, and Abe simply held him. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He’d fucked his own best friend, the only friend he ever had, and he goddamn enjoyed every second of it.

It took quite some time to calm down, but finally, they looked each other in the eyes. “That was amazing,” stated Abe sincerely. “Completely, utterly amazing. Damn.”

Tristan pecked another kiss on his cheek, and nuzzled him. “Indeed. And I’m in love with you again,” he sighed.

“Good! Don’t try to get over it, this time. Maybe we should work on it, from now on.” Abe tensed his arms around Tristan, and didn’t let go. He felt like he could stay like this forever. And maybe he would, even. It was about time the second goal of his life was achieved. “Buddy…” he whispered. “My best buddy.”

© Laevi