Rule 48 - Koi

Three years ago

Itook a hit off my joint and leaned over my bed to pass it to Swayze. He stood from the bean bag chair, took it, and plopped back down.

"Fuck, this is way better than the football game." He chuckled as he took a large hit and handed it back. "I don"t even care I"m not getting laid."

"Yeah, fuck Tatum anyways." I smirked, grabbing the TV remote. "She"s kind of dumb. You heard the garage thing, right?"

"I heard. They found her the next day. I"m glad I hit it and quit it."

"Best to cut your losses now. That"s why I stay single." I took the joint back and relaxed further into my bed. We tossed on Nightmare Before Elm Street and spent the night getting high, drinking my dad"s vodka, and shooting the shit. It was the perfect Friday night.

"Where"s your parents at?" Swayze asked, coming back into my room. He"d gone down to grab more pop for the vodka. "All I saw was your sister down there."

"I don"t know, man, probably at the Lion"s Club. They play darts and do karaoke every Friday. Did my sister say anything?" I raised an eyebrow. Annette was every bit the bratty little sister. She annoyed the fuck out of me every chance she got.

"Nah, just the same ol". She"s mad we won"t let her come hang, so she called us gay. Whatever." He shrugged but didn"t meet my gaze.

It was an eternal elephant in the room. Our kiss in the graveyard, years ago. Neither of us forgot about it, but we also never brought it up again. I sat up and grabbed my tray to roll another joint.

"Fuck her." I chuckled. "I think the lady doth protest too much." Guilt rolled in my stomach, as I realized how fucking ironic that was for me, of all people to say someone else was gay, when I was in love with my best friend.

"Put something on, will you?" I glanced over at him, and he still didn"t look me in the eyes. I knew that tone, that phrase, what he really wanted. I took the tray off my lap and laid back down. I grabbed the remote and turned off Freddy Krueger, going to the web browser on my smart TV instead. I typed in my go-to site and began scrolling through videos.

"What are you thinking?" I asked, my cock already stirring.

"That one," he pointed. I shot him a look and saw he"d already slipped his dick out of his basketball shorts. I followed where he had pointed and clicked on the video. A tan, Latina woman with dark hair and pretty eyes was deep throating a cock like it was her job. I pulled my cock out and stroked it once and paused.

"Bro, she looks familiar as hell." I sat up and leaned forward, snatching the remote up. I paused the video right as she took the guy"s dick out of her mouth and I could see her face. "Who does that look like?"

I faced him. My eyes flicked down to his dick and my own throbbed. I ignored the familiar feeling, pushing my desire to touch his dick back. Swayze squinted at the screen and his eyes grew big.

"Holy shit, is that?—"

"I don"t know man, maybe? I mean, it"s been how long? Could she be?" We stared at the screen, trying to do the math. The girl in the video looked just like an older version of Domino Risky, the girl who"d run away four years ago. I shook my head.

"She"d be sixteen right now. There"s no way this website would let that shit be up here." I pushed play again, and the woman switched positions, showing us her gaping pussy. Her partner rammed his cock inside her and began thrusting furiously.

"Yeah, now that I"m looking closer, I don"t think it"s her." Swayze reached for his cigarettes and lit one, sliding it between his lips. He stroked himself lazily while he smoked and watched the video. "She"s still hot though."

They switched positions again so that she was on top, her tits bouncing up and down while she rode the faceless man.

"Man, I bet if she's still alive, she's gorgeous," Swayze muttered. "I had a tiny crush on her, even though she was two grades under us."

"Is that why you slept with her sister?" I smirked. Swayze had somehow gotten involved with Marisol and taken her virginity. He even kept her purity ring as a token.

"One time, and I had to wash my dick in vodka and wear three condoms," he joked.

"Woah, hold on."

His mouth parted, and my eyes flicked back to the screen. We'd been so wrapped up in each other we'd missed some key plot points in this porn. The chick was now wearing a strap-on cock and dumping lube onto the man's ass. She lubricated the rubber dick and then teased his bleached ring before slowly pressing the strap-on inside him.

He groaned with pleasure, and my cock rose like it was me in the movie.

"You ever wonder about that?" Swayze asked.

"Wonder about what?" I settled back in, jerking myself off. I was slow, teasing myself. I wasn't sure if I was meant to come by this or if it'd be embarrassing.

"What it'd be like to take a cock up the ass."

"I mean, who hasn't?" I asked nervously, hiding behind my sarcasm. "I sure as hell would like to try anal more."

I'd only done it once, with a German foreign exchange student named Amalia. She was pretty and let me do just about anything I wanted to her, but she went back after last year.

Swayze stood and came over to the bed. I didn't know what to do, so I let him take the lead. He crawled onto the bed and pushed my legs open. He stretched over me, his lips connecting with mine for the first time since that night at the cemetery.

"I don't want to keep doing this, avoiding the obvious," he said, pulling back. "I think you're fucking hot."

I grinned and reached for him to pull him back. I kissed him and rolled him over so I could be on top. Our hardened cocks pressed against each other through our clothes. The friction as our tongues danced caused my cock to strain and weep inside my sweats. I reached down, massaging my cock and brushing against his. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his dick.

"Touch me."

My hunger took over, and I stopped kissing him to move down, pulling his cock from his shorts. I went straight for gold, taking his dick into my mouth. He was warm and my need to taste him was only spurred on by the feel of him. I ran my tongue along every vein, ridge, and inch of him, savoring it all.

Swayze pushed my head down, making me take him all the way to the base. I relaxed my throat and kept going, sucking, and playing with his balls until he began to moan.

"Touch yourself," he ordered.

I reached down, pulling out my cock and began to jerk it as I sucked. His pre-cum dripped into my mouth and I lapped at the tip. That last little flick of my tongue did him over, and he let out a deep groan and pushed me down. His cum exploded into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat in hot spurts. I swallowed it eagerly, and when he was done, I sat up.

"Holy shit…" He blinked. "That's the best blow job I've ever had."

"Yeah?" I chuckled.

"What do you want?"

I looked down at my cock. I wanted to come. I was too high off sucking my best friend off to care how it happened.

"Do you have lube?" he asked, reaching into my side drawer. He pulled out the bottle I'd used with Amalia.

"You're not shoving your soft dick up my ass." I looked at his shorts.

"I'm not." He stood. "I'm going to clean myself up. You should too." He left the room, and I sat there, too stunned to speak for a moment. Was he… Were we…?

When he returned, he stripped down and handed me the lube. "I want you to fuck me."

I blinked and hurried to take my clothes off too. "I don't want to pretend I'm not into this," I said carefully. If we were going to go through with this, I wasn't hiding who I was.

"Me either. That means…"

"We're bi?" I tested the word. It sounded right. I loved pussy, but I also loved Swayze. And as I rubbed lube over my hard cock, I knew I needed to be inside him.

"Yeah. Bi." Swayze nodded and climbed onto the bed. We stared at each other for a long time and then I joined him with a grin.

"Hell yeah, man. Let's gooo."