We arrived at the Airbnb, and I heard Adam mutter, “Fuck girls. Fuck them.”
Up until now, the trip had been amazing—just him and me, best bros on the eve of college.
Even though we were very different, we’d always been inseparable. I was the responsible one—handling the budget, choosing the trails, and deciding where we’d sleep. With my beard and being nearly a head taller than Adam, people always assumed I was a couple of years older than I really was.
Adam, on the other hand, was the opposite—in looks and in attitude. He looked like a little brother to me: blond, with curly hair and big blue eyes. Always in shape, he was completely smooth, which only made him look even younger. And he was a bit of a troublemaker, always drawing attention, especially from the girls.
But tonight? Not this time.
We sank onto the couch, disappointed. Almost absentmindedly, I noticed a bulge forming under Adam’s pants. And, honestly, I understood exactly what it meant.
After five days locked in a room with your best friend, with not a single chance to let loose, I was incredibly horny. I really wanted him to score at the bar that night—fuck it all.
Glancing at Adam, I saw his eyes fixed on me, studying.
“Is he really looking at my dick right now?” I wondered, surprised.
I was too drunk to overthink it, though. Adam started to move, and without thinking, I followed suit. In the background, a soccer game played on TV, but neither of us was really watching. When Adam began to pull down his pants, I couldn’t stop myself—I was already aching with desire.
Fuck it all—
and in that moment, I realized Adam had done exactly the same thing. For the first time, I saw Adam’s cock.
It was pale—about six inches—with nothing but a light, almost translucent blonde fuzz as its only sign of body hair. I noticed Adam intently watching mine, completely captivated. I moved closer, drawing us together. Even there, we were different: mine was at least three inches longer and nearly twice as thick. Hidden in a dense, dark bush, it looked almost rough compared to Adam’s beautiful cock. He captivated me just as much. Neither of us knew what to say—we’d never shared a moment like this before—and we both found ourselves caught in those deeply awkward, embarrassing moments. Finally, I summoned my courage. “Is it okay?” I whispered as I bent down gently and took his cherished cock by the tip.
For the first time, I tasted my best bro’s cock. And it was amazing. I ran my tongue along its length, my lips grazing his smooth, hairless crotch. Adam placed his hand on my head, gently pushing me.
It felt incredible.
After a few minutes, I sensed him growing—almost on the verge of exploding—as he leaked the first drops of pre-cum. In that exact moment, I pulled him out, saving the best for later.
We stood there in silence, both rock hard, when Adam finally spoke. “What a monster,” he murmured, wrapping his hand around it. He brought it closer to his mouth, opened wide, and took me inside. It felt incredible! Every now and then, I heard him let out little grunts of effort. He was doing his best, barely managing to take half of me, and it was both hot and endearing at the same time.
“Need some help?”
At that, his eyes lit up with relief. I gently guided his head until it touched the edge of the couch, his head tilted slightly upward as our gazes locked.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I slowly pushed myself into his throat. I saw the muscles in his neck tighten as he bravely took it all. Wow. It felt amazing—we were completely connected. When it became too much for him and tears welled in his eyes, I quickly pulled back just to see him exhale in relief, a proud smile spreading across his face.
It went on and on, and at one point, I felt my cock swell, completely filling his throat. Without warning, I came deep inside him. He was surprised but swallowed it all.
I took Adam’s beautiful cock in one hand while my other hand gently cupped his smooth, hairless balls. “He’s just perfect,” I thought as I heard him let out soft moans of pleasure, his muscles tensing with every movement, his blue eyes fixed on mine with eager intensity.
I felt his cock swell as his muscular legs contracted. In that moment, he pulled out and came—ejaculating directly onto my hairy chest.
After all the mess, I clearly needed a shower. Adam did too, and after everything that had just happened, neither of us minded showering together.
We stepped into the shower, glanced in the mirror, and saw the same mesmerizing sight as before—me, broad and hairy, and beside me, Adam: very muscular yet smooth, almost delicate.
Water droplets danced across his abs, glistening. Like an apple freshly fallen from Eden, I thought, as I cranked up the water flow.
Adam reached up, adjusting the rain shower. “If only I were a bit taller,” he groaned with a half-laugh.
“I like you just the way you are.”
Wow. I never thought those words would come out of my mouth—to my best bro.
“Max, you’re my man,” Adam whispered.
My man? Was I imagining it, or did he really say that?
“I love that you’re tall and strong. That you protect me.”
“I’ll always protect you, baby.”
Baby? Did I really just say that?
Then, suddenly, I saw his lips drawing closer to mine. A kiss—better than anything I could have imagined, truly the best kiss I’ve ever had. “He really knows how to kiss,” I thought, as his full, red lips smiled at me in the mirror.
Adam leaned against my shoulder, and my hands wrapped gently around his waist, the water cascading over us. I could stay like this forever.
To be continued…
