My Best Friend Asked Me to Do It That Night

The music rose through the stairwell and slipped beneath the bedroom door. It was one of those old songs the adults put on once they’d had enough to drink not to be embarrassed about dancing. Downstairs, in the living room, our parents and their friends were celebrating Adrián’s parents’ twentieth wedding anniversary. Upstairs, in his bedroom, with the latch fastened, I had his cock in my hand and didn’t dare begin.

It was hard, hot, pulsing against my palm. I moved the skin up and down slowly, and the glans appeared and disappeared, appeared and disappeared, shining beneath the dim light of the desk lamp. A thick drop was already forming at the tip, sticking to my fingers, drawing out a thin string every time I pulled my hand away. Adrián looked down at me with the impatience I’d known all my life, the same expression he wore when he dared me to jump from the highest branch or steal beers from his uncle’s garage.

I knew exactly what I had to do. I’d imagined it so many times that I was almost embarrassed. But knowing and doing were two different things, and between them yawned an abyss I hadn’t dared cross for years.

“They could catch us,” I said, my voice coming out thinner than I wanted.

“They’re not going to catch us,” he replied, lowering his hand to the back of my neck. “Put it in your mouth already.”

And I did. I brought my face closer, stuck out my tongue, and took him all the way in.

The glans struck my palate and forced me to open my jaw wider. He was hot, so hot that I felt him throbbing inside me, and the salty taste of the tip burst across my tongue. Adrián let out a tight gasp and closed his fingers in my hair. He didn’t push me. He just stayed there, clinging to me as if he needed to hold on to something to keep from falling.

I’d wanted this for far too long, too many nights lying awake inventing excuses not to think about it. I was afraid, too. I didn’t want anyone to come upstairs, open the door, and find us like that: me on my knees with his cock down my throat, him with his head thrown back and his mouth open. Fear and desire mingled in my stomach, and I didn’t know which weighed more.

I started sucking him slowly. I pulled his cock almost all the way out and kept the glans between my lips, sucking it like a candy, pressing my tongue against that swollen vein underneath. Then I swallowed him again until my throat warned me, held him there for a few seconds, and came up for air with a strand of saliva hanging from my chin. Every time I did it, Adrián tightened his fingers at the nape of my neck and held back a moan that escaped through his nose.

I looked up without taking him out of my mouth. Adrián’s eyes were closed, his lips parted, and he was breathing silently, as if any sound might give us away. I felt proud. I was doing it right. I closed my own eyes too and focused only on that.

I ran my tongue over every fold of skin, the soft ridges, the thin line beneath the glans that made him shudder whenever I brushed it. I went lower and licked his balls, one first, then the other, taking them fully into my mouth while I jerked his cock with a hand slick with saliva. They were hard, pulled tight against his body, and when I ran my tongue over the skin between the sac and his ass, Adrián shuddered all over, and I had to cover his mouth with my other hand so he wouldn’t moan loudly.

“Fuck,” he whispered against my fingers. “Fuck, just like that.”

I went back up to his cock. I took it as deep as I could, until my throat closed around it and my gag reflex threatened to give us away, then pulled it out slowly and started again. I liked the taste. It was similar to mine, like the taste of my own fingers when I touched myself alone and then didn’t dare look at myself in the mirror. Thick, salty, a little bitter when I squeezed the base and forced another drop onto my tongue.

I expected him to come at any moment. I wanted it with an intensity that frightened me. I wanted to feel his hot orgasm bursting in the back of my mouth, wanted to swallow it all, wanted it to fill me completely. I sped up. I tightened my lips around his shaft, moved my head faster, helping with my hand at the base. Adrián began moving his hips against my face, fucking my mouth with short thrusts.

But I didn’t want it to end that way. Suddenly he pulled my head back by my hair, sat up, and drew me toward him to kiss me.

It was a strange kiss, his taste still between us, mingling on our tongues. He bit my lower lip, sucked my tongue, cleaning himself of his own saliva, and didn’t care at all. I was in a trance. Doing this to my best friend, the person I’d grown up next door to, was the most exciting thing I’d ever done, and I knew it as it happened, not afterward.

Our faces were so close that I felt his breath against mine, broken and hot. Then his hands moved down and began undoing my pants. I didn’t resist. I let him do it. The fabric fell to the floor, along with my underwear, and my cock sprang hard against my stomach, soaked with pre-cum. He grabbed it for a second and squeezed it tightly in his fist, and a moan escaped me against his mouth, making him smile. Then he turned me by the shoulder and pushed me to the edge of the bed until I was bent over, my hands on the mattress, my ass raised and exposed.

“Wait,” I whispered, but it wasn’t a no. He understood it that way.

He spat into his hand and began spreading the saliva between my buttocks, opening me with clumsy, hurried fingers. I felt a hot lick run from my ass to my perineum and nearly cried out. He’d licked me from bottom to top, and now he kept working the tip against my hole, pushing, wetting me, coating me with saliva. I bit my arm to keep quiet. My cock was dripping between my legs, and I was embarrassed that he could see just how badly I wanted this too.

He positioned himself behind me and rested the tip of his cock against my entrance. He pushed. My body didn’t give. He pushed again, twice as hard, and still nothing. I was clenching involuntarily, my whole body tense, defending itself against something I wanted at the same time.

“Relax,” he told me in my ear, his voice hoarse, his cock pressing insistently against my ass. “Open up for me.”

I found his hand and squeezed it, trying to calm him as much as myself.

“You have to prepare me first,” I murmured. “Not like this, you’ll split me open.”

He nodded against the back of my neck. He wet his fingers with saliva again and inserted one. It went all the way in at once. He was eager, too eager, and moved inside me with a haste that hurt. He pulled the finger out completely and put it back in, curling it, searching, and it was the first time anyone had touched me like that. I felt two things at once: the frightened pleasure of finally doing it and the pain of him doing it so fast, so roughly.

“Slower,” I asked him, but he didn’t listen.

He inserted a second finger, and a tight moan escaped me against the pillow. He opened me, scissored me inside, stretched me with an impatience that made me squeeze my eyes shut. With his other hand he grabbed my cock and started jerking me at the same pace, and suddenly the pain and pleasure blurred into a single thing. He inserted a third finger, and I no longer knew whether the moan that escaped me was from pain or something else, because I was drooling onto the sheet, my legs trembling, pushing my ass backward so he would fill me more.

Adrián couldn’t wait any longer. He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself again. He grabbed my hips with both hands, so tightly that his nails dug into me, and this time, when he pushed, I felt the glans truly beginning to enter. The ring opened around the head of his cock with a stab that ran through me from the nape of my neck to my heels. Instinctively, I clenched with all my strength to push him out, and he didn’t like it. He thrust again, harder, grunting softly, but he couldn’t even open me a little anymore.

And then I noticed it.

The music downstairs had suddenly quieted. The laughter came farther apart. Someone was dragging chairs. The party was ending.

“It’s almost in,” Adrián insisted, trying to mount me again, his cock sliding between my wet buttocks, still unaware of what was happening.

I pushed him away with my shoulder and stood up. He stared at me in confusion, halfway there, his cock pointing at the ceiling, shining with saliva, wearing the expression of someone who had been about to get what he wanted and suddenly saw it slipping away. He came closer and tried to kiss me, but I was already pulling up my pants, listening, alert to every sound from downstairs.

“We’re going to fuck,” he said, almost pleading, his hand around my wrist. “Let me come inside you.”

“There’s no time anymore,” I replied.

I heard my father’s voice, closer than I expected, telling someone it was time to leave. His footsteps began climbing the stairs. Adrián finally reacted: he ran into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom and closed the door. I barely had time to sit on the bed, grab the game-console controller, and pretend I’d been there all night when my father opened the door.

“It’s time for us to go,” he said from the threshold.

“Yeah,” I answered without taking my eyes off the blank screen.

He looked at me for a second, hesitated, and closed the door again. As soon as his footsteps faded down the hallway, I dropped the controller and went to the bathroom.

Adrián was standing in front of the sink, his pants around his knees, jerking off with his cock covered in our saliva. He was stroking it quickly, his fist tight around it, and it shone all over, red and on the verge.

“Quick,” he said when he saw me, without stopping. “Get on your knees. Open your mouth.”

I didn’t waste a second. I knelt on the cold tiles, slapped his hand away, and swallowed his cock in one motion. It was so swollen it barely fit. I sucked him quickly and deep, helping with my hand at the base, saliva running down my chin. Only a few seconds had passed when I felt him tense, grip the edge of the sink with both hands, and throw his head back.

“I’m coming,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

And he came in my mouth. The first jet struck my palate, hot and thick, making me close my eyes in shock. The second filled my entire tongue. The third and fourth followed as his cock jerked on its own against my lips. It was a lot, more than I expected, and for a moment I thought I would choke. I swallowed. I swallowed again. I felt his cum slide down my throat, salty and dense, and I was left without air for a full second. And as I did it, I knew, with a clarity that truly stole my breath, how much I loved him.

He grunted softly, his head thrown back, biting his lip to keep quiet. I only made muffled, choked sounds because my mouth was full to the back. I didn’t let him go even when he finished. I stayed there with his cock inside me, sucking the last drops from the tip, not wanting to pull away, until I heard my father’s voice again, impatient this time, calling me from the bottom of the stairs.

I stood up. I ran my tongue over his lips, gathering what had escaped me. I looked him in the eyes. His face was flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead, his cock still dripping, and he gave me a look I had never seen before.

“I swallowed it all,” I told him softly, opening my empty mouth to show him.

“Yeah,” he replied, almost smiling. “You did.”

And he kissed me. A slow kiss, different from all the ones before, tasting himself in my mouth without the slightest disgust, as if only then he understood what had just happened between us. For a second I forgot about the house full of people, my father, the danger.

Only for a second, because my father shouted my name again, and I jumped away from Adrián, my heart racing.

“Give me mouthwash,” I demanded desperately, opening the mirrored cabinet. “Quick, give me the mouthwash.”

He laughed silently as he handed me the bottle, and I rinsed my mouth with trembling hands, staring at myself in the mirror, not entirely recognizing the boy looking back at me. I went downstairs two minutes later, hair combed, shirt in place, and my father ruffled my hair and asked whether I’d had a good time. I said yes. I wasn’t lying.

In the car, on the way home, I watched the lights of Adrián’s house recede through the window, and I ran my tongue all over my palate, searching for the taste of his cum that the mouthwash had already erased. I didn’t sleep that night. Not from guilt, or fear that we would be discovered. But because I was already counting the hours until I could see him again, kneel for him again, let him open my ass properly and fuck me all the way to the end, and find the next excuse.