My best friend gave me a blow job .

The feeling was always the same: frustration, anger, and that bitter taste of defeat. The heat only made it worse. The air conditioner had broken, and the useless fan next to the dresser was just pushing the hot air back and forth. I was dripping sweat. My Pain Gaming shirt was glued to my body, and I felt sticky, uncomfortable. The sweat trickled down my abdomen and down to my dick, which was resting on my thighs, flabby but uncomfortable from the heat. I took a sip of the soda, hoping to relieve the discomfort, and I sank into the gaming chair. My hands were sweaty, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't unbutton my shirt. <unk> That fucking fan is useless <unk> I grumbled, angrily, casting a glance at him, as if the fan was to blame for everything. I took a deep breath, before I put it down to pick up a League of Legends game, and I accepted the game, chose my champion, and prepared for the game. I was doing well, despite the sweltering heat, I was focused, hitting the skill shots with precision, and I knew that if I played right, I could take a Pentakill, and the adrenaline was going up, and I could barely contain the excitement, I just needed one more good play. But then, a WhatsApp message grabs my attention, I look at it unlocking with Face ID and there's a notification in the group of bullshit friends, I open it and a leaked video of one of the girls in our room rolling with a scythe on a thick roller begins to play. I tried to ignore it, focus on the game. I couldn't distract myself now. But I couldn't close the video in the middle of a play. My dick was starting to harden to the sound of the girl's moans and the sex sounds of the video. I tried to tell myself, but my dick no longer responded to me, only to my erection, I was immersed in my moves, but my roll pulsed with its own life. And then it all came crashing down when I felt something hot and wet climbing up my balls, sliding up to the head of the stick, and I almost jumped out of the chair, and my character in the game almost died from the sudden movement. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed, looking under the table. And then I saw. Marcellus, my best friend, was there, kneeling, licking my cock eagerly. My heart raced, and I didn't know what to think. My body froze, my mind in a whirlwind of confusion. <unk> Marcellus...? What... what are you doing? Stop it! <unk> My voice came out trembling, almost powerless, still trying to understand what was happening. He lifted his head for a second, his eyes fixed on mine, and smiled before going back to sucking my dick. "Just play it", he said, his mouth full of my roll, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Marcelo was a young homosexual, thin and white, we were friends for many years, and despite the pederastic games between friends, we never gave ourselves that freedom. I should have stopped. I knew I should have, but my body didn't respond. Every time I tried to walk away, the pleasure pulled me back. It was as if the rational part of my mind had shut down, and I could only feel. <unk> That's... that's not right... <unk> I muttered, more to myself than to him. But what could I do? My opponent's Nexus was about to fall, and I needed to focus. My fingers were slipping on the keys, my concentration crumbling every time Marcelo's tongue slid down my stick reaching for my balls, his head touching his throat. I was missing simple moves. But how the hell was I going to be able to concentrate with Marcelo doing that thing under the table? It was getting impossible. The Nexus was there, so close, but my body was somewhere else. I clicked, but my moves were clumsy. Go for the Nexus, you son of a bitch... I whispered, trying to maintain control. Marcelo smiled, and I felt his body move faster, sucking more intensely. Every time he played with his tongue on my glans recovering the breath, I lost myself more. I no longer knew what was happening in the game. The Nexus fell, but at the same time, I also gave in. I cried with relief. I don't know if it was the victory in the game or the orgasm that invaded me at the same time. My body arched, and I felt Marcellus swallowing every drop, without stopping, without hesitating, my dick pulsating in his mouth, pouring out a fat fuck. Sighing, I barely had time to process what had just happened. Marcellus stood up, a long thread of saliva and fuck stretching from my dick to his mouth, and without saying anything, pushed my chair back cleaning his dirty mouth of fresh joy. I stood up, half stunned, my dick still releasing the last drops of fuck. He pushed me to the bed, and I fell on my back, without strength to protest. Everything was happening too fast. Marcellus climbed on top of me, standing on the bed under my abdomen. The heat between us was intense, and I was completely lost. <unk> What are you doing...? <unk> I asked, my voice weak, almost out of breath. Marcellus didn't answer immediately. He just grinned mischievously and began to take off his shirt. My eyes, even confused, couldn't look away. He threw the shirt aside, revealing his sweaty chest. My heart raced even faster. <unk> Relax... you'll like it <unk> he said, in a low, provocative voice. I couldn't answer. My body was reacting in a way that I didn't expect. Marcellus unbuttoned his trousers and slowly pushed them down, revealing the tight underwear and the mark of his thin, long cock. I swallowed dry, not knowing what to do. He slid the sweaty boxer and his dick jumped swinging in the air, I felt my dick harden again, almost instantly. Marcelo began to come down sitting on my lap, held my roll, guiding it to his ass and was sliding slowly, rolling over me, my dick was not as long as his, but was much thicker, I looked at the mirror of the closet behind him to see his round butt like a pair of bubbles swallowing my dick whole, the way his butt was molded into my roll, the bands of his butt opening and closing with the movement. A groan escaped from my lips, and I closed my eyes, trying to disconnect myself from the confusion that was passing through my mind. The pressure of his body, the heat, the touch... everything was so intense. Marcellus leaned forward, resting his hands on my chest, and began to move his hips quicker and faster, increasing the pace. Every movement he made me take made the stick hit my abdomen, I could smell his roll, and the drop of pre-pleasure that formed on the pink head seemed strangely appetizing, which squeezed my roll every time it reached the heel, making me groan unconsciously. "You... you really like it, don't you?" he whispered, his voice panting. I couldn't answer, only groaned in response, my body completely surrendered to pleasure. Marcellus smiled and leaned even more, his lips meeting mine in a quick and intense kiss. I didn't expect it, but when it happened, I didn't turn away. On the contrary, I responded to the kiss, feeling his body move against mine, the pleasure growing every second. I grabbed his butt with my hands and opened the bands giving more room for my stick and began to guide the ride, punching him and tearing out groans. I felt his fingers squeezing my chest as he entered. I'll fuck you again! Fill my fucking ass, Alex, I'll have fun too! When we finally reached the climax, I felt my body contract under his. As soon as my dick released the first jet of the whip, Marcelo began to mock as well, the thick sneeze hit my face of surprise and the following poured into my abdomen, I felt my dick pulsate, without stopping, the roller sliding on my own fuck inside it, and I admiring that scene through the mirror, while I was mocking my best friend's ass. After the last spasm I let Marcelo's ass pour me into the bed exhausted, he was also gasping, and we both lay there, exhausted for a few minutes, the fan lazyly turning in the corner of the room. The hot whip between our bodies and starting to flow from my back, by the rest of my dick balls, until he wiped my face with his little fingers and took it to my chest before my mouth. The silence that followed was heavy, but not uncomfortable. I looked up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Marcellus was lying on top of me, and I knew he was waiting for me to say something. Finally, I broke the silence. <unk> Was that... strange to you? <unk> I asked, trying to understand what he was feeling. Marcellus hesitated for a moment before answering. He straightened himself by making my already flaccid dick be ejected from his ass, the fuck leaked and he sat cross-legged next to me on the bed. <unk> It was... different <unk> he said, turning his head to look at me. <unk> But... I couldn't resist the opportunity when I walked in and saw you focused on the game and hard dick. I stared at him for a while, trying to see if he was serious, and to my surprise, he was. <unk> Dude, I'm straight, you know that... <unk> he started. <unk> But... that, what happened... doesn't change our friendship. We've been friends for so long... and, I don't know, that wasn't as weird as I thought it would be. <unk> he stopped and looked at me sideways with a smile. <unk> If you want to do that again... every once in a while... I guess I wouldn't mind. "Are you serious?" he asked, and I felt a wave of relief come over me. I shrugged, trying to look relaxed. Yeah, why not? It's not like it's gonna change who I am, and, well, I'm not gonna lie, it was fucking good. We both laughed, and the atmosphere in the room became much lighter, despite our erections, the atmosphere between us seemed even better after that barrier we crossed. Let's just keep this between us, okay? He nodded, understanding perfectly. That's between you and me, man, and it's fucking hot in here, and you're making me sweat. Get a beer for the people in the fridge! Marcellus smiled and got up, walked over to the fridge, and I found myself admiring the way his naked ass rolled up as he walked, and thinking how good that experience had been. We had sex about three more times that day, and it became a routine for us, and whenever we got a chance, we took it.