Repairing a Friendship
Growing up, Tim and I were inseparable. We met in school early on, and were best friends through college. As far as I was concerned we were family, but as we grew older, Tim began to change as he branched out, met new people, and started hating his home life due to his overbearing and fragmented family. I began to see him less and less, until he got into a major fight with his family and moved out to live with his girlfriend. Months passed, and we kept in contact. He got married, and moved around, we barely spoke, but when we did, things seemed okay.
Then, he lost his job, and they needed a place to stay. My wife and I have a big home so we let them stay with us. We found out quickly that it was a mistake. After a few months, our relationship completely deteriorated. He was quick tempered, and was often dismissal of other people around him. We pushed him to move out quickly after nearly 6 months. Our relationship couldn't recover.
Christmas was rolling around, and I began to feel bad. I missed my friend, and it seemed as if he couldn't care less. With the holidays just around the corner, I knew we would run into each other at mutual friends parties, so I knew it would be awkward. I came up with a plan to talk with him, and if nothing else, let him know that he's one of my best friends no matter if we fight, or if he no longer wants to speak with me.
Sure enough, Christmas Eve, he and his wife were at a party my wife and I walked into. I had brought several gifts, but I had an extra one in the car for him if he happened to be there. He didn't look at me, or speak with me at all for a long time, until I approached him.
"Hey" I said.
"Hey." he said back. He refused to make eye contact, it was clear he wasn't interested in seeing me.
"I heard you got a new job, congrats." I tried to make conversation.
"Yeah, thanks." he said.
I attempted a few other questions to try and open him up to a conversation, meanwhile I could feel the eyes of everyone else on us, all of them knowing the issues we've gone through over the past few years. It didn't feel good.
"I figured you would be here, but wasn't sure, so I have a present for you out in the car, you wanna get it in case you leave and I don't see you tomorrow?" I asked.
He shrugged, and we went out to the car. I knew he was angry, and in the past when he was like this, I could usually talk him down, but things had changed now.
I opened the car and handed him a box, which he transferred into another car not too far from where we parked.
"Can we just talk for a bit, I just wanted to tell you something." I said. He nodded and we both got into his car.
"Look, I know things have been strange between us, and I don't know if it's something I did, or if somethings wrong, or if you just don't really want to be friends anymore, but I just want you to know that you're family, and even if you hate me, or never want to talk again, I'm always going to be here for you, and I'm always going to be your friend." I said.
"You were an asshole to me when we stayed with you. You didn't care about us, you didn't offer to help us apart from a place to stay, and you were really rude to my wife. She told me you didn't even talk to her the entire time we were there. You didn't make us feel welcome at all." he said angrily.
"I didn't realize that you guys felt that way, why didn't you tell me back then?" I said.
"What could I say? It was better just to leave."
We argued for a little bit about the instances that led to where we ended up that Christmas Eve. How both of us were too stubborn to admit wrongdoing. How we've been apart for so long that we no longer relied on each others friendship to move on. The conversation lightened up a bit, after everything was said.
"I get it, we are both in different places now, and we both have other friends and priorities, but we're still here, and you're still my best friend. I just want things not to be so awkward between us and weird. So let me know what we can do to make it better. Would it be better for us to hang out once a week? Do you want me to pay for a trip to go gamble? Do I need to jerk you off? What can I do to help fix this." I joked, but he got the message.
"We just need to take things a day at a time, and see how it goes."
We agreed. We sat together and chatted for a bit before we hit a lull in the conversation.
"What would you have done if I said I wanted you to jerk me off?" he asked out of the blue.
"I would have jerked you off, it's a small price to pay." we both laughed.
"You wouldn't have done it really though." he said.
"I would have if you really wanted me to. Seriously, this has been such a weird few years, I would have done it if it put this whole thing to rest." I replied.
"Really?" he asked in a disbelieving tone.
"Sure." I answered feeling uncomfortable. I would have done it, but I didn't want to do it.
In the next moment, his pants were unbuttoned and he pulled his soft cock out.
"Do you feel the same way still?" he said.
I laughed and looked away. Glancing back.
"Wow, I didn't expect that," I continued laughing uncomfortably. "I mean, this is weird, but if that's what would have made it better." I said, looking away. I had never seen another guy naked in person before, aside from locker rooms which I definitely tried to limit the amount of naked guys I had to see.
"What if I said it would make it better, you'd grab my dick right now?" he said.
"Mhmm, sure, but.." I started
"Do it." he said.
I protested for a moment.
"You said you would." he responded.
I reached out my hand and placed it on his soft cock. "Is that it?" I asked.
"You said you'd jerk me off, so at least get it hard." he said in a jokey way, but I realized it was an actual request. If I stopped, he'd just push more that I wouldn't do it.
I began pulling on his soft cock slowly, thinking in the back of my mind that he won't get hard in the car anyway, because this whole thing is just too weird.
His cock began to harden and my pulling became a slow stroke. Shortly it grew much bigger than I anticipated, and I was looking at a pretty large cock in my hand.
I continued to stroke but glanced away from time to time still uncomfortable.
"That feels pretty good." he said. "Can you make me cum?" he asked.
"I don't know. This is weird, I haven't done this to someone else before." I told him.
"I've never had a guy do this before." he said. "But you want to make me feel better." he reached forward and grabbed my arm and held it firmly as I continued to stroke his hard cock.
He relaxed his body across the seat, and raised his leg across the center console of the car. His pants were now down around his thighs an his hips were raised a little due to his leg being across the armrest. His cock was in full view, nothing hiding it, as my hand continued to stroke it. It was so close to me now. Before I was reaching across a seat, it barely even felt real, but now, it was right in front of me, closer to me than I was comfortable with. Close enough that if I made him cum, it could shoot onto my face.
He moaned in relaxation. "You better not cum hard." I told him.
"Why not?" he said. "It feels good."
"Because in this position you could get some on me." I replied.
"So what?" he said.
I argued that I didn't want cum on my face or clothes.
He argued back that he'll cum however he wants.
I stopped stroking his cock. We argued for a few more minutes. I told him I didn't want to do this in the first place. He said that I can't leave him hard and that I had to finish jerking him off. I disagreed. He grabbed my hand and put it back on his cock. I wrestled it away, and he grabbed my other arm and pulled me harder towards him. I dropped my head to shield myself from accidentally getting hit, when his other hand grabbed the back of my head.
The next thing I knew his cock was against my face. He rubbed it across my cheek a few times as we struggled. His free leg pressed against my arm, preventing it from protecting my face, as my other arm was held by his hand. He was laughing, we both were for a moment as we wrestled, before his free hand pulled my head onto his cock.
I twisted my face back and forth before I felt precum across my cheeks and lips. I stopped twisting for a moment. He let go of my arm, and grabbed his cock, pushing it against my lips.
I opened my mouth.
His slightly softened cock began to harden again as he pumped my mouth a few times. I relented, it wasn't so bad. His big cock stretched my lips, and his precum didn't have any bad taste, it was basically a large slick sausage. I stopped struggling, but he kept holding on to me.
His hand guided my head as I sucked his cock, with the head of his cock never leaving my mouth for a moment, he continued to pull me onto him. After a few minutes my jaw became tired, and I backed my head up enough for his cock to finally be free from my mouth.
He pulled his legs back underneath him, and steadied himself, one foot on the floor, another on the seat, he stood crouched in the car. He grabbed my head and pushed his cock back in my mouth. He began to fuck my mouth with his hips moving back and forth.
My jaw was tired, but I looked up at him, lost in fucking his best friends mouth. It was erotic, and at this point, he didn't care who I was, he just wanted to fuck my mouth, the thought turned me on a little. I slid my arms up across his thighs and rested my hands on the sides of his ass.. letting them guide his hips as he fucked my mouth. He felt that I was guiding his hips and he stopped and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
I gasped for breath. "Its so big." I said.
"What?" he asked.
"Your cock is so big." I said again.
"You love it." he said.
I took a few breaths as he rubbed his cock on my lips and face. I kissed his cock, and licked it as he continued to rub it.
"You love it." he said again.
"Yeah." I said.
"You love my cock." he said.
He pushed the head back in my mouth. His hips gyrated back and forth as he fucked my mouth more deeply. I gagged a couple times, as his cock was just too big, and I've never put anything so deep in my through.
He slowed his movements, before his cock began to swell a little. "Take my cum" he said. As he began to spew shot after shot of cum into my mouth. I continued to suck as I felt 3 shots land on my tongue, I swallowed them without another thought.
Moments later he was laying back in the seat.
"At least you didn't get any on my clothes." I said. He said nothing.
"Well I guess we're friends again." I continued.
He put his cock away and zipped up his pants. I felt strange, slutty.. and kind of good. It was a weird experience, but I liked it. I looked back at him zipping away his cock.
"For now." he said.
I reached out and grabbed his crotch. He took his hands off his pants and looked at me. "What?" he said in an almost aggravated tone.
"I don't know." I said. I leaned forward and kissed the crotch of his jeans where his cock was. "It's weird, I wanted to try it again." I said.
"No, and don't talk about this to anyone." He said, and he got out of the car. I composed myself and went back to my wife and friends at the party.
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