Page 3 of Best Friends

He groans as if he’s in heaven, and his greedy sounds are a turn on.

I feel obligated as a straight man to try and think of a girl at this moment, but it doesn’t really do it for me.

In fact, I can’t get hard unless I gaze at my best friend’s muscular body.

The manly smell of him and the feel of his warm body next to mine is what has me hard.

Tits are great and all, but right now, all I want is this man who’s bent over me sucking my cock.

I’m shocked when the idea of fucking him springs to mind.

Would it be like fucking a girl? An ass is nothing like a vagina, but that doesn’t turn me off.

My dick throbs just thinking about sinking into his warm, tight ass.

Holy shit. If he were to spread his legs right now and ask for it, I’d fuck him.

But I’d want to make him beg for it first. I’d want to bring him to the edge over and over and watch him beg for my dick in his ass. I’d want to watch him come too.

Oh, yeah. How hot would that be?

I can just imagine the creamy cum spurting out of his thick cock as I thrust into his hole like a jackhammer.

Or maybe he could fuck me. Jesus. It would be so fucking hot to have his dick deep inside my hole.

What would it feel like to have his thick cock moving inside my body?

I’ll bet it would hurt at first. God, why do I want that?

But I do. I can’t stop thinking how good it would feel to be fucked by my best friend.

Awwww, fuck.

My orgasm hits me so hard and so fast I don’t even have time to warn Malcolm.

But the image of him squirming under me with my dick buried in his body, or his cock impaling me, sends me over the edge.

Malcolm is still sucking me when I let loose, and he grunts as cum fills his mouth, but instead of breaking off in disgust he pushes tighter and swallows.

Oh my God that’s hot. I buck my hips as my best friend swallows every last drop of my release.

As my climax slowly fades I’m a mess, body weak, breathing hard.

There’s no cum on my stomach though because Malcolm drank it all down like a Slurpee.

I lie like a rag doll as he licks and sucks at my spent cock.

I’m not sure how to feel about the fact that my best friend just drank my jizz like it was the elixir of the gods or something.

Little aftershocks of ecstasy burst through me as he kisses the head of my softening dick.

“You taste delicious,” he says, a wide grin splitting his face.

“I can’t believe you swallowed,” I mumble, rubbing my eyes as embarrassment creeps up my hot cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was that close. Your mouth just felt so good… I… I couldn’t hold back.”

“I liked it.”

“You didn’t have to swallow, Malc,” I say, my voice raw with guilt.

He makes an impatient sound. “I know that. Stop apologizing. I loved it.” He leans into me, covering my mouth with his.

I can taste the bitterness of my release, and my gut clenches with lust at the feel of his tongue sliding against mine.

He thrusts his hips against my body, and I remember that he hasn’t come yet.

“I need to take care of you now,” I say softly, glancing down at his erection. His cock is still fully erect and seeping against my thigh. I know he needs release, but he’s being so patient and sweet about asking for anything. “Let…let me suck you now.”

He hesitates, even though I can see the excitement flare in his gaze at my suggestion.

He runs his rough hand over my abs and I flinch because it tickles.

He smiles tentatively and meets my gaze.

He has the longest lashes of any guy I’ve ever known, and he watches me intently with his sky-blue eyes.

“You sure? You can just use your hand if you want. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, C. ”

I sit up, frowning. “You’re not forcing me to do anything.

Lie down. I’m going to suck you too.” I won’t lie and say it’s not weird to think I’ll soon have my best friend’s cock in my mouth.

Of course that’s a strange idea. I’ve never wanted to suck a guy’s dick.

Not once. But do I want to stop what we’re doing with each other?

Fuck, no. Not until he’s been taken care of too.

It’s not just duty though. I’m curious. I actually want to taste his creamy cum, just like he tasted mine.

We’ll probably never do this again, and I’d like to know what his spunk tastes like.

Obliging with a little grunt, he lies down.

His abs are tense as I lean over him. He hisses when I take the tip of his thick, ruddy cock into my mouth.

Obviously, I’ve never done anything like this before.

He’s cut like me, and his weighty dick is smooth and silky on my tongue.

It definitely feels weird to have another man’s cock in my mouth, but I don’t hate it.

I take him a little deeper, and he groans.

That needy sound excites me. It makes me want to please him more.

I stroke his prickly balls, cupping their heavy weight in my palm as I deepen the suction.

He groans again, lips parting with anticipation.

He smells clean, musky, and all male. I feel out of my element, but driven to please him.

I think about what I like and try to do that to him.

Odds are what feels good to me will feel good to him.

While I’d never in a million years have volunteered to suck his cock before today, I’m surprised to find that I actually enjoy the musky taste of his pre-cum on my tongue.

Listening to his gasps of pleasure and whispers of encouragement spurs me on.

I like that he’s vocal about what he wants and likes.

I’m determined to give him the best BJ he’s ever had.

I feel strangely competitive with all the chicks he’s been with.

“Oh God, Carrick,” he moans, clutching handfuls of my hair and thrusting carefully. He never uses my full name, so it takes me by surprise. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I freeze for a second at his words. He’s thought about doing this with me before?

Or is he just saying shit in the heat of the moment?

It must be that. He’s always been such a lady’s man, the very idea he might have wanted anything sexual with me is startling.

He’s probably just babbling. God knows what nonsense I said when he’d had his mouth on my dick.

I choose to ignore his comment and focus on pleasuring him instead.

It’s not hard to do either. I actually enjoy the sensation of his plump cock sliding in my mouth.

I like the tickle of his dark pubes against my nose when I take him deeper.

I like the little pearls of pre-cum that burst across my tongue every few seconds.

I like that he’s getting so much pleasure from my mouth.

It makes me proud that I can do this for him.

When his moans become more frantic, and his thrusting intensifies, I realize he’s close.

His cock swells in my mouth and I know he’s about to shoot.

Even though I’m nervous, I want to taste him, just like he did me.

I won’t chicken out now. It will feel so much better for him if I keep sucking him through his orgasm.

I clamp my lips tighter and start sucking even harder, and he gives a chest deep groan.

His fingers tighten painfully in my hair, and within seconds I feel his dick jerk.

A hot rush of fluid floods my throat and I almost choke.

There’s so much cum and I wasn’t ready. The taste is more potent than I anticipated—salty and bitter, but it isn’t unpleasant.

The thing that keeps me sucking enthusiastically are the noises he makes.

He sounds like he’s so happy and achingly needy as I swallow his spunk.

He whimpers my name and bucks his hips through his climax, panting and squirming.

Once his cock is limp I let go and wipe my mouth.

The lusty madness I felt moments ago has gone, leaving me a bit embarrassed.

I avoid his gaze and move to lie on my back next to him, trying to catch my breath.

I stare at the ceiling as the air conditioning cycles on with a soft whoosh.

Somewhere in the distance a siren wails through the city streets below.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to process what happened.

I just sucked and swallowed Malcolm’s cum.

I’ve wanted this for so long.

His statement comes back to me. Had he meant that?

It’s hard to imagine he meant that the way it sounded.

He’s never given any indication he wanted anything sexual with me before.

Or any other guy for that matter. It’s no doubt just sex talk, and yet the idea that he’s been lusting for me fills me with a strange, buzzing excitement.

Why? Why would I want my best friend to lust after me?

“You okay?” he asks.

I turn my head and find him watching me, a line between his brows. He looks like he’s worried, and I’m driven to comfort him. “Don’t take my silence as a bad thing,” I say. “I’m just processing what happened.”

“Okay. I guess that’s fair.” He caresses my arm with warm fingers. The contact sends a little shiver through me. “Don’t worry, C. This is our secret. I won’t tell a soul.”

“Probably a smart thing. The guys at the precinct would never let us live this down.” I sound flippant, but in truth, I’m terrified at the thought of our cop pals finding out about what we just did together. They’re not all the most enlightened people.

“This was just a means to an end,” he says firmly. “No need to freak out.”

“Absolutely. We… we were horny and the girls in the bar didn’t want casual sex. It meant nothing.”

“Yeah.” He nods. “It would have way worse to lie to those girls in the bar just for sex.”

“No, we couldn’t do that. But desperate times call for desperate measures.” I laugh weakly. “Even you were striking out, and that’s unheard of.”

“I was shocked too.” He smirks.

“Maybe all those girls were here for a chastity belt convention.”

He laughs.

I sigh. “I mean, it’s a hotel bar, for goodness sake. Who the hell looks for true love in a crummy hotel bar?”

He laughs again, but then his smile fades and he looks thoughtful. “I think it’s our age.”

“Our age?” I frown. “What do you mean?”

“Well, we’re almost twenty-six. A lot of omegas and alphas in their mid-twenties are looking for relationships. They want to start a family while they’re still young.” He shrugs. “I don’t get it, but, to each their own.”

“Hmmm. I guess that might be true. I don’t want that anytime soon, but you’re right. A lot of omegas do.” I’m not just commitment shy. I have issues with being close to people. My patrol partner, Cheyenne, and Malcolm are really the only two people I trust in this world.

“Ever since Lucy and I split I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he murmurs.

“That’s a nice change.” I smirk.

He gently punches my arm. “Shut up.”

I laugh. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying, I’ve been wondering why I can’t seem to find a female omega I want to be with other than for sex. Ya know?” He gnaws on his lower lip, actually looking worried. “Is something wrong with me?”

“No. Playing the field is fun.”

“Yeah, I know. But it seems like I should at least be thinking about being serious with a girl.”

I understand what he’s saying because once you hit a certain age, people do expect you to settle down.

It’s weirder that he can’t find anyone. He has so much to offer someone, whereas I really don’t.

I’m prickly and highly strung. I don’t care for people a whole lot.

Only the special ones that I handpick are allowed into my inner circle.

“You’ll find her,” I say, hoping to reassure him.

He glances up, his expression hopeful. “You think so?”

“Sure. You’re a chick magnet.”

He grins. “Yeah.” He doesn’t even bother to argue. He knows it’s true.

“I’ll probably die alone.” I don’t say that for pity. I’m serious. The odds of finding a female alpha who’ll be willing to put up with me, who I also find attractive, seems pretty slim. But that’s never bothered me because I’m not interested in settling down yet, if ever.

Malcolm’s mouth turns down. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s probably true though. I’ve never been in love with a woman. I think I might be missing the settling down omega chip.” I laugh.

“You just haven’t found the right one, just like me.”

“I guess.”

He meets my gaze, looking very serious. “And just forget about all that dying alone crap. You’ll always have me, C.”

Malcolm has always had the ability to speak about his feelings.

I’m the complete opposite. I’m like a bank vault with my emotions.

I’ve often wondered if we’d even have been friends if we hadn’t lived next door to each other.

Malcolm was always popular in school. He had lots of friends and all the teachers loved him.

Me, I’ve always been quiet and withdrawn.

If some other guy had lived next door to him instead, would Malcolm have been his bestie rather than me?

He leans toward me and says softly, “I love ya, man. You know that, right?”

The normal thing to do is to tell him that I love him too. I should share what a great friend he is, and that I’d be lost without his friendship. But forcing those vulnerable words out feels impossible, so instead I say, “You’re an awfully needy son of a bitch. I’m not sure why I keep you around.”

His smile is immediate and not at all offended. “Bullshit. I know you love me. One of these days you’re going to say it to me too.”

“Dream on, loser.” I roll over in the bed, turning my back on him. But I can’t help smiling.

He chuckles softly and drapes himself over me. “You should stop lying to yourself, C. I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.”

He’s not wrong. I can’t imagine not having Malcolm in my life. I don’t even want to think about losing him. I enjoy the warmth of his skin against mine, and I close my eyes. I should be weirded out that my best friend is basically cuddling me right now, but instead I contentedly drift off to sleep.