Leftout Pt. 02

I woke up first. I had hugged my best friend all night, feeling his warmth, specially the warmth of his ass against my crotch.

Lucas was a heavy sleeper, so I hit the shower. When I was done, I left the bathroom dry and wearing only briefs.

"Good morning," Lucas said.

"Stop staring. You can go home now."

"What? No way," Lucas sat down on the bed. He looked at me up and down. "We have to talk about Yesterday."

"You sound like a girl. We don't have to talk."

"But didn't you forgive me?"

"What makes you think that?" I said, sitting down on my gaming chair, legs open.

Lucas licked his lips, face troubled.

"I mean, we hugged. All night."

"We used to hug before," I said, smirking. "No big deal."

"We were cuddling, man. Stop fucking with me."

My smirk died.

"You cheated on me, Lucas." I brought all the hurt into my voice. I wanted him to feel it. "You were my best friend."

"That doesn't make any sense!" Lucas stood up. "I didn't... we weren't... how is it cheating? Please, stop fucking with me."

"Lower your fucking voice. Want my parents to hear you?" I said. "I'm not fucking with you. But I'm really fucking hurt. I don't even know why I'm telling you this."

"Just talk. We can work it out."

"You shouldn't have lied to me. You guys left me out. I feel cheated." I couldn't scream because my parents would be able to hear, but the intensity of my voice left no doubt of my sincerity.

Lucas sat back down on the bed. "Fuck! I didn't know you would feel like this. I thought you were gonna hate me. It's fucking gay, it's disgusting."

"Yeah, it is, but we could have been disgusting together."

When Lucas looked at me again, I didn't expect the single tear coming down on his dark, sharp face. That tear was enough to melt my anger away.

He quickly brushed the tear.

"I'll do anything, give me another chance."

"You will have to earn my trust again."

"Okay," he said. Hope glimmered in his eyes.

"Kneel."

He obeyed quickly.

I stood up and walked to the middle of the room. I called him with a finger, so he walked on his knees, getting closer and closer.

When he was right in front of me and looking at my package, I put my foot on his chest and slowly made him lie on his back on the floor.

My foot right in the middle of his belly. He was smiling now.

"It's where you belong."

"Fuck yeah," he whispered.

I pulled down my briefs, and my cock jumped out. I positioned myself on top of his face and began to shake my cock sideways, while his eyes followed faithfully. He tried touching my legs, but I kicked them away.

"For now, you're only allowed to look."

"Can I jerk myself off?"

"No. Just look. Obey me." I kept playing with my cock. "Open your mouth. Suck my toe."

I felt the warmth of his mouth as he sucked my foot, licking all over. He had no hesitation.

"I want you to smile now. I'm gonna take some pictures. For my collection."

He sucked and kissed and licked both my feet, and I took many photos.

"I'm recording now, say something nasty for me."

"Hmmm." He stopped sucking my toe for a moment. "Do anything you want to me, beat me up, fuck me, throw me in the trash, I fucking love you."

"That was kind of weak," I said, chuckling. "You're a romantic gay boy, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am. For you."

I really liked hearing those words.

"I can't deny I'm enjoying this," I said for the camera, shaking my hard cock in the air while Lucas went back to sucking my foot. "You're not worthy of sucking my cock yet."

"But if I behave, I will, right?" he said, hopeful.

"We'll see. Maybe I'll let Wilson suck my cock before you, to teach you a lesson."

Lucas widened his eyes. His whole expression crumbled.

"Stop it, man, don't say that."

I recorded Lucas subtle jealousy. I felt vindicated.

"I'll make you watch while I let all of the others suck my cock."

"Please, no."

"You deserve it, baby,"

"I know, but you won't do that, will you?"

I let him ruminate in silence without answering, and stuck my toe in his mouth again. I was almost losing my balance, so I made him stop. Then I slowly went down and sat on his crotch, my butt fitting perfectly on top of his hard erection.

"Oh God, let me get naked," he begged.

"No..." I lowered my face close to his. Our lips were almost touching. But there was no kissing.

I rubbed our noses together, like we always used to do.

No kiss.

"You thought I wouldn't be gay with you. Look at what you could've had all this time, if you hadn't gone behind my back."

Lucas tried to kiss me, but I didn't let him.

"I'm gonna cum," he said.

"You're not allowed to."

I got off him, raised his legs and took off his shorts. Finally, his dark cock was free, smaller than mine, a very pink head.

"Now show me this hole," I said, and held his legs high, pushing them so his ass was turned up and exposed. His hole blinked at me. "It looks so tight, like you've never been fucked. Too bad I wasn't the first to pop this cherry. It looks so yummy."

"Mateus..."

"Don't get your hopes up. I'm just gonna rub the tip, just to torture you."

I started rubbing it. Truth be told, I was the one about to cum.

"Mateus... please, if you don't want me to cum, stop... fucking hell..."

"Do not cum," I told him.

"It's impossible, man, please..." His hole was begging for it.

"No."

"Please..."

I got away from him, on my knees. I watched as his body contorted a bit, as he tried to hold it in. He was shaking, sweating. But he didn't cum.

He looked at me a while later, lying on the ground still, naked body spread.

"I can't believe... I managed that."

"Good boy."

"You're fucking incredible, Mateus."

"You are too," I said. "You deserve a treat." I went over to him and placed a kiss on his lips.

"Thank you..."

I helped him get up. Soon enough, my parents would be knocking on the door to tell us to go down for breakfast.

"Take a shower quickly." I told him. I watched him go. I grabbed my briefs and put it back on, then sat down on the bed.

I was so immersed in my own thoughts that I didn't realize time had gone by so quickly. Lucas showed up again, fully dressed. He looked calm and serene, but I still felt guilty.

"Lucas, are you okay? I didn't push too far, did I?"

He simply shook his head. "No way. I wish you had." He came to sit down next to me.

"Be serious."

"Buddy," he said, putting his arm around my neck. "I'm okay. No, I'm fantastic. The thought of losing you... I'm not even talking about what we did today... I'm talking about your friendship. You scared the shit out of me."

"I was a bit ridiculous. I wasn't expecting to refer to your asshole as a cherry."

"You can call my asshole whatever you want," Lucas said, smiling. We stared at each other. We leaned in and touched our foreheads.

"I'm not too sure about these gay stuff, I don't have a lot of experience."

"You're doing pretty good."

"Really? Because I wanna do more stuff with you. A lot more stuff." I grabbed his hand and brought it to my thigh, finally giving him the opportunity to touch me a little. "You can feel me a little. Just a little, though."

"Hmm, can I go below?" He took a handful of my package, through the briefs. His touching seemed a bit desperate. "Let me just taste it. One minute. Just the tip."

"No. No."

"Fucking hell, you're so cruel, dude."

"You said you were going to do anything that I asked. Well, I have some things to ask."

"What?"

"You will stop talking to the others. Completely. Cut them off... everywhere. Let them wonder what happened. Ignore them. You're mine now. You were always mine. My best friend. My brother."

"Done," he said, not a moment of hesitation. I was surprised. I looked at him. "Man, I told you. We didn't go behind your back because we didn't like you. It was because you're the best of us."

Or the worst.

They would find out what isolation was. Wilson specially. I would let Wilson for last.

"Come on," I said. "You and I are gonna spend the whole day together. And we're gonna post a lot of pics. Wanna hit the gym?"

"On a Saturday?"

But he went along.

It was at the gym that I started to notice how Lucas attracted attention from other people. His olive skin, his dark hair, his dangerous smile...

I was jealous. It was like something had awoken in me regarding Lucas. Those people, men and women, they had no idea he belonged to me, and they couldn't be blamed, because Lucas was handsome and so hot.

And then it hit me, it was always there. Attractions like these couldn't come out of nowhere. It had to have been buried deep and now it was blooming...

This revelation hit me like a truck. I had always been a little faggy then. I liked boys. At least, a little.

That's why I hated all those motherfuckers who went behind my back. I could have been one of them, shared the special moments, the fun they had together, bonding over cocksucking and buttfucking.

My anger resurfaced.

Poor Lucas. He had no idea.

I left him at the gym by himself. I was at the parking lot, ready to get in the car and leave him when he screamed my name behind and told me to wait.

"Mateus!"

"What?!" I said, brusquely. He looked at me like a hurt puppy.

"What happened? What did I do?"

"Nothing," I said, feeling the guilt start to rush back in place of the anger. I was ashamed now. "I wasn't feeling very well."

"Bullshit. Why did you leave me?"

"What, are you going to cry again like a baby?"

Lucas shocked me by going on one knee. People were walking around the parking lot, not a lot, but some of them looked at us. Shit, what was this motherfucker doing?

"Whatever I did wrong, I'm sorry. If you wanna leave me, then go, but know that I'll be waiting for you and I'll be obeying your orders."

"Get the fuck up, man," I said, pulling him up. "Get in the car."

We stayed in silence in the car for a few minutes. I needed to take deep breaths.

Then I showed him the palm of my hand, a peace offering. He took it, and we rubbed our fingers together. It felt nice.

He kissed my shoulders. I was still sweating from the gym, but he didn't mind.

"Do you want to cuddle again today?" I asked him.

"I mean, if that's the only option, I won't pass."

"What else do you want to do?"

"Just a taste."

"Be more specific." I smirked.

"Suck the tip of your cock, roll my tongue all over it."

"Hmmm. I'll give you five seconds."

"Deal."

Lucas gave me a bright smile when I started to pull down my gym shorts right there in the car. My cock was steel hard and flapped against my belly. I was a sweaty guy, so the smell of my crotch was heavy and powerful after an hour working out.

He grabbed me. His grip was firm and eager.

"Shit, look at it," he said.

"Listen to me, Lucas. You're the one who will count the seconds. I won't help you. You get five, no more, no less. Taste my cock, buddy."

He controlled himself enough to go down slowly. He opened his mouth, and then, when his lips touched my cock, he began to count in grunts. Hmm. He pushed his tongue against the tip. Hmm. He rolled the tongue around it, and hmmmm, bobbed his head slightly on the head, just the head, hmmm. He wanted to take more in, but he resisted the urge. Hmmm.

He let go of my cock and sat back on his seat. He was breathless. He licked his lips a few times, looking me in the eyes.

"There you go, now you have tasted my cock."

I rubbed the head of my cock with my thumb, there was a lot of pre-cum coming out. I put it in his mouth. He took it obediently, sucking my thumb.

"Fuck, you are freaky, man." Lucas was genuinely surprised.

"Realizing this now? After everything?"

"I guess."

"Scared?"

"It's like I've won the lottery, buddy."