Jay's Stories - Side by Side E8 | I rather my straight friend fuck around with me than get back together with his girlfriend

Everyone is over the age of 18

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It would be easier if Shawn had his own set of keys to the house. It would also be easier if he just sent a text as he was arriving, but no, that’s not his style.

That's the basis of the summer break routine we've set up. Shawn knocks, and then if I don't open the door in 0.5 seconds, he tugs on the doorknob until I do. 

“Why don't you just leave this unlocked, bruh?” Shawn says upon entering. 

“Ya know… robbers, serial killers, etc,” I say. 

“At this hour?” He looks at the clock hanging above the fireplace. “I think they're more night time professionals.” 

“You're up now.” I shrug. “This used to be the time you go to bed.”

“Shut up,” Shawn says as he walks over to my fridge. “You got anything high protein in here?” 

“Was about to fry some eggs.” I shove some crackers in my mouth and join him by the fridge. He drops one arm so I can look in there too. 

My household keeps everything jam-packed in there. It's sort of organized chaos, if you will. 

“How many do you want?” I take the carton of eggs off the shelf and open it. There’s 6 left. 

“Just make 'em all,” Shawn says. “I'm in my bulking season.” 

I can't help but snort sarcastically. It'll take a lot more than 6 eggs to make our stick arms bulky. 

“Don't laugh, dude. I'm going to be a stud by the end of summer, trust.” 

He places his hand in the middle of my back, and the unsaid parts of our recent adventures resurface. We've just been jerking off together a lot, and maybe the last two days can be considered more with the dry humping, but it's nothing too crazy. 

…right? 

“You should come with me in the mornings,” Shawn says, hand sliding upwards and squeezing my shoulder. “Once we’re built, we're going to be drowning in pussy.” 

His grip relaxes and his thumb touches my neck. With the carton of eggs in my hand and the fridge's chilled air blowing at us, I turn my head towards him. It makes his thumb travel further along my skin, and his other fingers curl to fit the curve of my neck. 

Are we going to jerk off together again today? 

Maybe spoon each other again? 

Or both? 

The summer days are long and it's only 7:30 now. We can only game for so long, so I feel like it's pretty much inevitable. Like he said last time, the worst part about getting dumped is not having that physical contact anymore.

If there's any indication that Shawn still feels that way, it's his hand lingering on my neck. He smiles innocently at me, but it doesn't feel all that innocent. 

“Get to it, chef.” His fingers release me and travel down my back in a quick swipe. 

I shook off the tingles of getting touched, and got to cracking eggs. I'm a novice at cooking, and so I spent more time fishing out tiny shell bits than I probably should. Our fan is old and loud as fuck too, but I still heard Shawn take a call in the background. I caught some words through the noise if he paced close enough. 

“Change my ….same thing….I … of course…. love…” 

I'm not surprised that Jessica called him. Not even at this early hour. She's a well known drama queen, and if the drama doesn’t spark on its own, you bet your ass that she's there with a jug of gasoline. I kinda just tolerated her because she was Shawn’s girlfriend and my ex’s friend.

Dumping a guy and the guy not begging to have her back? She can't have that. That wouldn't give her the attention that she wants. 

“Dude!” Shawn slaps my back excitedly after hanging up. “You'll never guess.” 

“Jessica wants to get back together,” I say, and turn off the exhaust fan. The usually relieving silence feels more like dead air. I serve the scrambled eggs onto two plates. 

“How’d you know?” Shawn opens every drawer to find the forks before looking at my expression. “Oh, come on. She's not that bad.” 

“What'd she want?” I circumvent the question. Watching him inhale the eggs makes me wonder if he needed that fork at all. 

“She’s going to come over and chat on her way to dance class,” he says with his mouth full. 

There wasn't much conversation after that as Shawn went to brush his teeth for an insane amount of time, and I finished my breakfast. He went out to meet her by the door after and I sat by the window so I could watch them but not be too psycho creeper about it. 

It's not that creepy since I can't make out anything they're saying. I thought I'd be able to hear at least some of it, but nope. 

“Oh, shit.” My stomach clenches as my best friend makes out with his ex. That’s a side of him that I haven't seen in the many years that we've known each other. 

Shawn rushes everything (reminder: eggs) so I'm surprised to see how tender his kissing is, although the ass grab is much in character. 

It was like watching porn in real life. I couldn't really look away as they affectionately reconnected, and I could imagine the next steps if they were inside and alone. 

He’d probably take his shirt off first. 

Then, he’d nibble on her neck. 

A jolt of fear moves me from my spot and I act like I'm doing something else as the two separate and Shawn comes back in the house. The big smile on his face triggers a different emotion from deep inside me. 

“Johnny, I'm so getting laid tonight.” He rubs his hands enthusiastically. 

“Is that what she said?”

“Yup.” He does a dumbass jump and spin in the hallway. “Shit, do you have condoms? I think she said she's on the pill. That means I don't need to wear condoms, right?” 

“I don't know,” I say honestly. 

Am I happy for him? Sure. Am I also jealous? Fuck yes. 

What happened to not needing girls? That was just yesterday. 

And what about me? 

I didn't wanna show all these feelings, because it's my best friend’s big day. So, I followed him up to my room and absentmindedly listened to him chatter. As much as I tried to filter out the words, it still fed my jealousy until the embers of it became flames coming up my throat. 

“Should I shave?” He checks out his non-existent stubble in the full length mirror. “And down under?” Shawn pulls his shorts down just enough to reveal his bush. 

Like he's remembering in real time that we've already seen each other's cocks a lot recently, he lowers his shorts down all the way. 

“Yeah, I think I should clean this up. Maybe she'll want to suck it more then.” 

“Man, you know she's not going to suck dick. She thinks eating a popsicle in public makes you a slut.” I couldn't hold my comment back. 

“We won't be in public,” Shawn says. “Doesn't matter. I'm going to be banging her for as long as possible.” He holds the hem of his shirt up and thrusts in the air. His uncut cock flops up and down, and he smirks at me through the reflection. 

The movement of each flop becomes more defined as he hardens, and when he's over his joke, he's got a semi pointing towards the mirror. Still soft enough for flexibility, he retracts his foreskin while looking at himself. 

“You think she’s changed her mind about using lube? It seemed like she really hated it.” I ask him. Again, I won't deny the jealous intent to put some doubt in his mind. Shawn gives himself a couple strokes, and leaves the hood of his tip on as his dick grows on its own. 

“Maybe she'll be wet as fuck waiting for this.” He swings his hard dick from side to side. 

She won't know how to handle his dick. 

She doesn't even want to do it. She just wants him back as her toy. 

“Wanna jerk off?” I ask. Part of the question came because I'm raging hard watching him play with himself. The other part came from sheer impulse. 

“I should probably save up for tonight, don't you think?” Shawn asks me. His dick indicates something else though, and his hand responds honestly to it. 

“Okay, I'll just get off quick myself then.” I take off my shorts and see his eyes widen in the mirror when I come out stiff as a bone. His eyes track me in the reflection as I walk to grab my lube and sit down on the bed. 

Loving his attention, I dispense an abnormal amount of lube on my cut cock. 

“Oh…” I spread my legs as my fist spreads the gel evenly on my throbbing shaft. “Maybe you should edge a little. Like a warm up.” 

And that's all it took to convince him. Shawn sat down next to me, just as hard as I was, and I directly applied the lube onto his hairy crotch. 

A devilish idea crosses my mind, and I dispense more gel onto myself. 

“Oh, this is too much.” I stroke my boner, accumulating the excess liquid on the tip with my fist. “You want this?” 

“Um…” I watch him smear what's on his shaft onto the pucker of his foreskin. “Yeah, I think I need more.” Shawn reaches out his hand to mine. I bypass his reach and place my slick hand over his dick. 

“This would be easier,” I say. 

“Okay.” 

Heart racing, I close around his hooded tip. Sliding down a little, I place my lubricated thumb over the slightly exposed tip. 

“Careful,” Shawn whispers.

“I know.” I massage the copious amount of gel in a circular motion, getting both the ridge of the skin and any part of the mushroom head that starts to slide out.

“Oh…slow… slow…” 

“I know,” I whisper back as I tug gently. The tight skin stretches over the large head, and goes past it with a faster motion. 

“Oh…” My best friend breathes heavily. 

“You excited about fucking?” I retract him as far as possible, and then tickle his frenulum lightly.

“Oh, you have no idea, man.” 

I actually do. His cherry red cock head swells up just at the thought, and he shakes as I stroke with just my thumb that spot I know he never touched raw before I showed him the magic of lube. 

“Fuck…” His left hand grips the base of his cock and pushes the loose skin up over the spot I'm stimulating. “It's too sensitive.” 

“When you're fucking, it's going to be exposed though right?” I put my slippery hand over his and together we retract him fully again. 

I'll never get over how awesome it looks to be able to do that. 

“I don't … know…” Shawn says. Once again, I massage his exposed frenulum and he throws his head back. “Fuck, it's so good.” 

“I think it will be for at least some of it. You have to get used to the feeling or else you're gonna be a two-pump chump,” I say, purposefully increasing the way my thumb moves in a circle. 

“Oh… it's too late…” Shawn turns to me and says. “It's too late.” His mouth opens wide. Hot fluids leak over my finger and I grip his uncut cock fully. 

I saw it in his eyes 

Stroke me, they say. 

“Fuck!” he groans as I pump his cum out of him. He shoots on his chest just like he always does, and I look down at the white fluid also running down my fingers and his balls. 

“I wanna cum too,” I say, giving him a few last strokes that turn more into squeezes. Shawn lays flat on my best, twitching with his eyes closed.

“Oh, that was good,” he murmurs. 

“Can I cum on you?” I kneel on the mattress and jerk myself with his cum. 

“Yeah, go for it,” Shawn says sleepily. Still, he reaches out without opening his eyes and his fingers find the back of my right knee. 

“Oh…” I drop my load on his thigh, and that makes him lift his head to look. “Oh…oh….” 

“Damn, man.” His fingers caress the back of my knee.

After finishing, I lay down next to him. Being covered in cum must not bother him so much, because he laughs heartedly at what we just did. 

“I’m going to need a nap before tonight.”

Cuddles then?