Girls? Who Needs 'Em! Part. 1

“Fuck that! I’m done with girls,” I said to my best friend Rich.

“Yeah, to hell with them,” he agreed. “All Kayleigh ever does is nag me and she never does anything I wanna do.”

“Tell me about it. Tasha just goes on and on, she never stops. And god forbid I decide not to carry her bags in the mall, so not worth the hassle.”

We were in Rich’s kitchen and he was doing some cleaning up as I sat at the counter. You know, I never really noticed before, but my best friend is pretty hot. That afternoon his arms just seemed to glisten from the light pouring in from the window, I couldn’t look away. It was a hot day and I could see beads of sweat forming above his upper lip.

Suddenly it seemed like my mind was getting carried away and I felt my cock begin to harden beneath my baggy shorts. I’d never really thought about being with a guy before, but right there and right then, I wanted Rich, and I wanted him badly.

Without thinking, the words just slipped out of my mouth. “We should just forget those girls and have a bit of fun of our own.”

Rich stopped cleaning mid-motion and stared at me with a look of genuine disbelief. I too was shocked, starting to feel ashamed for what I’d said.

I noticed he was focusing on my crotch, and it was only then that I realized how visibly turned on I was. My cock had formed a huge tent in my baggy shorts. Rich’s nostrils flared, and the corners of his mouth curled into a devilish little grin. Neither of us made a sound.

I remained seated on the high kitchen stool, but started stripping off my shirt to reveal my lightly hairy chest and fat erect nipples. Rich walked around the counter and lifted his shirt to reveal his smooth torso and his nipples seemed to be as hard as mine. We each ran a hand over the other’s chest.

Pressing his delicious body against mine, Rich kissed me deeply, and our seemingly straight tongues explored each other in slow rhythmic motions. As we kissed, the stool tipped back, braced against the counter. Leaning me back like that, Rich could easily tug off my shorts. He left me naked and exposed, my cock aching for a piece of him.