My Best Friend Set Me Up Between the Rocks in the Woods

It had been two weeks since we’d come back from the ski trip, and I still wasn’t used to thinking of Iker as anything more than my best friend. After what happened that morning on the slope, when Bruno slammed into me halfway down and started shouting things at me I’d rather not repeat, Iker came flying up on his skis and knocked him over. He gave him three punches before I could convince him to stop. That same afternoon, in the little room where the instructor was tending to my split lip, Iker kissed me for the first time without asking permission. I kissed him back without thinking.

—I don’t know what’s happening to me with you —he told me afterward—. I always thought I liked girls.

—Me too —I replied—. And look where we are.

On Monday at school, Marco found out right away. Tomás took a little longer, but in the end he congratulated us, laughing. What none of the three of us knew was that that Friday we were going to seal it in the only way left.

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He texted me at five in the afternoon: “I’ll be waiting for you at six at the rocks.” The rocks were a pile of boulders at the end of a grove on the edge of the neighborhood, a kind of cave where we used to hide when we were kids. I hadn’t been anywhere near the place in years.

I caught the first bus, got off at the last stop, and walked the ten minutes separating the road from the woods. It was getting dark. The streetlights fell behind me as I went deeper into the grove, and the light was reduced to the moon’s silvery reflection between the branches. A few meters away I made out his silhouette leaning against a rock.

Iker stood up when he saw me. I reached him and he grabbed me by the nape in that way of his, his thumb stroking just behind my ear. He kissed me slowly, as if he’d spent the whole week thinking about doing it exactly that way.

—What are we doing here? —I asked when he let me breathe.

—I’ve got a surprise for you.

He took my hand and led me into the cave. He’d laid out a couple of towels on the ground and, on top of them, some food in a bag: sandwiches, fruit, a bottle of soda. It was cold outside, but between the rocks the temperature was surprisingly pleasant.

—And all this? —I asked, smiling.

—Felt like it —he said, brushing it off.

We sat down to eat. We talked about stupid things and about things that weren’t stupid. I told him about my mother, about my little brother Nico, about how important my father was to me. He told me about his own and about how scared he was that his parents wouldn’t accept something like this. We talked about school, about what we wanted to study the following year —him, engineering; me, dentistry—and, of course, about Tomás and Marco.

—The first time I got together with Tomás was so weird —I confessed—. He suggested we do it with our hands and I told him it grossed me out. Good thing he insisted.

Iker laughed.

—I still remember the day at the mall. When I caught you in the fitting rooms. And then what you and I did in the stockroom while those two were looking for us. Damn, that was hot.

We fell silent. Iker licked his lips and leaned back a little, bracing his hands on the towel. I moved closer to him without really knowing how. I wasn’t nervous because of the turn-on; I was nervous about what it meant. It was going to be our first time as a couple.

I kissed him, eyes half-closed. He kissed me back calmly, pausing between small breaks that sounded like a whisper. He bit my lip, our tongues found each other, and little by little he lay back on his back without letting go of my neck. By the time his back touched the towel, I was already on top of him.

His hands slipped under my clothes and traveled over the skin of my back. I had one leg between his; our stomachs brushed through the fabric. He took off my jacket, then took off his. I looked at him carefully. He was the boy I wanted.

I started down his neck, tasting his skin. I pushed his shirt up without taking it off and bit his chest, his stomach, the groove running down from his navel. When I got to his belt, I looked up. He was watching me tenderly, not lustfully. I undid the button and zipper of his jeans and pulled them down just enough to reveal the bulge under his briefs. I bit him through the fabric, leaving it soaked with saliva.

Then I pulled his briefs aside. He was soft, but I knew that was deceptive. I took his balls into my mouth one by one, played with them, soaked them. His cock started growing between my lips before I’d even taken it all the way in. I had to open my jaw wider than I expected.

—Hmm... —was his first sigh.

When I felt it fully hard, I pulled back to look at it. It gleamed with saliva. My hand barely circled it completely. I buried my nose between his balls and breathed deeply. He smelled like himself and like sex.

—It’s huge —I told him.

He let out a small snort of laughter. I took it back into my mouth and worked it for a couple of long minutes, until it was completely coated in drool. Then I moved upward, kissing every inch of skin until I found his mouth again.

—Do you like the taste of your own cock? —I asked him.

—A lot —he answered, laughing.

He gently pushed me and got on top. He took off my T-shirt —I was already starting to get warm—and went down my body, licking my nipples, biting my stomach. When he reached my groin, he pulled my tracksuit bottoms and boxers down to my ankles. I felt the roughness of the ground beneath the towel.

He spread my legs and took my cock into his mouth with a tenderness I hadn’t seen from him before. He played with it as if he had all the time in the world. When I was fully hard, he pulled it away to my stomach and focused on my balls. He took one in, then the other, then both at once. When he let them go, they were soaked.

—Do you like it? —he asked, looking up at me.

—I love it —I whispered.

He finished taking off my pants and tossed them aside. He yanked my knees up to my chest and left my ass bare. He brought his face close, stuck out his tongue, and licked my hole for the first time since we were really together. The sensation was different from the other times. His tongue went up and down, slipped inside carefully, climbed up to my perineum, came back down. I never got tired of it.

He sat up for a moment. I followed him with my eyes as he reached into the bag and took out a small little bottle.

—What’s that? —I asked.

—I took it from one of my parents’ drawers. I hope they don’t need it tonight.

He sounded nervous saying it, as if he were really worried they’d catch him. He went back into position, put lubricant on his fingers, and smeared my entrance before penetrating me with them. It took no effort at all.

—You can tell it’s not your first time —he commented, almost laughing.

I laughed with him and relaxed even more. He pulled his fingers out, lubed his cock with what was left on his hand, and pressed the head against my entrance. He pushed. His cock slid in without obstacles, though it hurt at first. After some previous experiences, his, no matter how thick it was, wasn’t torture for me.

—Oh... —he sighed when my ass cheeks stopped him completely.

He took off his shirt without pulling out of me. He braced his forearms on either side of my shoulders and lowered his body until it was just a couple of centimeters from mine. I felt the heat coming off him, the slight tremor in his arms, his smile brushing mine. I wrapped one arm around his back and one hand around his neck and pulled him closer. Our mouths melted together. He kissed my neck, paused at my ear.

—I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time —he confessed—. I love you so much.

I looked him in the eyes. He was still inside me.

—Fuck me, Iker —I begged; it almost sounded like a plea.

He started a slow, careful back-and-forth. The friction gave me endless pleasure, but what made it perfect was the touch of his skin against mine and his breath a finger’s width from my face.

—Faster —I asked in a whisper.

He didn’t need asking twice. His balls started slapping against my ass with a sound I never got tired of hearing. I felt the head pressing on my prostate; it was only a matter of time. He kissed me less gently, biting my lips, our tongues fighting.

—I’m going to cum, Sergi. Ah... I’m going to cum.

—Cum inside —I begged him—. Please.

—Sure?

—Yes. Fill me up.

He sped up even more. I started stroking myself, and when I felt the jet inside me, I couldn’t hold back. My semen splattered across his chest and reached his neck. A few drops fell onto our faces. Iker slowed down until he stopped, but he didn’t pull out. With his tongue, he cleaned my cheeks and chin, and then he brought his mouth to mine so we could taste together what was left.

He came out slowly. Two small streams fell onto the towel. He lay down beside me, slipped his arm under my head, and let me rest against his chest.

—That was amazing —he said.

—Yeah. Thanks for this.

We stayed like that for several minutes, in silence, listening to the wind slipping through the rocks. Then he asked me something I hadn’t expected.

—Sergi... do you want to do it now?

I lifted my head.

—What do you mean?

—I mean if you want to give it to me.

It wasn’t part of my plans, but the idea of taking his virginity suddenly seemed too tempting to let pass. I went straight to his groin. I took his still-soft cock into my mouth and felt it harden after only a few seconds. My tongue slid all along its length while I looked into his eyes. The pleasure on his face urged me to keep going.

I took off his pants and briefs completely. I lifted his legs and, for the first time, saw his hole. It was pink, with no hair around it.

—So pale —I commented.

—Lick —he ordered, resting his hand on my head.

I obeyed. I ran my tongue over his ass hole and felt it contract at the first contact. I filled it with saliva, bit his butt cheeks, sucked him. Little by little it began to open. I sucked one finger and slid it in carefully. Iker let out a muffled groan but said nothing. I took that one out and put in two. It took more effort. I left them moving there for a good while, stretching him open, until the third finger went in with less resistance than I expected.

I put him on all fours. He let me do it; better yet, he lifted his ass without being asked. He turned his head and looked at me with a mix of fear and desire.

—Fuck me, Sergi. Give it to me hard.

—That’s what you want? —I heard myself say, lost in something new.

—No mercy.

I gave him a couple of slaps and coated my cock with lubricant. I added some more at his entrance and shoved in three fingers at once.

—Ah! Fuck, like that.

I lined up the head and, with one thrust, penetrated him. He fell forward; he hadn’t been able to take the impact.

—Ohhhh! —he howled—. That stings. Keep going. Keep going!

I couldn’t refuse him. I straightened him out again with my hands on his hips. It surprised me to have the group’s cocky guy begging for cock; the roles had changed.

—Is this what you wanted, Iker?

—Yeah, fuck —he said, jerking off.

—You’re my little bitch —the words slipped out as I yanked his hair so he’d look at me.

—I’m your little bitch.

I bent down to kiss him while I was fucking him. I spat in his face, he opened his mouth, took it. Then he pulled my cock out of his ass himself and laid me on my back. He climbed on top and slid it back into himself, even though his hole was red now. He started riding me, feet braced on the towel, his ass exactly at the right height.

—Finish yourself —he asked me—. I won’t take long.

I held his ass cheeks and started thrusting from below. I felt my balls bouncing against him. He was stroking himself with his free hand.

—I’m close, Sergi.

—Me too.

—Cum inside. I want to know what it’s like.

Those words set me off. I increased the pace, bit my lip, and finally came. Three spurts emptied inside him. He came at the same time and wet my face, my neck, my chest.

—Ahh... —I moaned, my cock still throbbing inside him.

—Uff... —he sighed, letting his weight fall on me.

He leaned down until his nose met mine. He kissed me gently, mixing in whatever he found along the way. My cock slowly deflated until it slipped out on its own. The fluid started to leak out too, soaking my balls and legs.

He lay down beside me, both of us naked and sweaty. He put his hand on my chest and felt my skin.

—That was incredible —he admitted—. I really liked it.

—I didn’t think you’d be this into it —I said—. I’m glad.

—I want to do it again more times... my boy.

I closed my eyes and looked at the rocky ceiling of the cave one last time before sinking into his shoulder. I was happy. And that, that night, in that hole between the stones, was more than enough.