Eighteen-year-olds Johnny and Jack have been best friends for years. They've flirted with each other, but it's always harmless. Besides, even though Jack's a virgin like Johnny is, he's straight and would never be interested in him. If only Johnny wasn't so deeply in love with his own buddy. He'd even marry him if he could.
However, on a hot summer night during a sleepover, Johnny notices something different about Jack. They still hug like usual, and Johnny still tickles Jack and rubs his nipples for fun since these are all normal things as part of their strong friendship. Well, normal to them, anyway. But what isn't normal is the mysterious tent inside Jack's shorts. Johnny has never noticed it before whenever they gave each other affection.
What can Jack's new physical response to Johnny's otherwise normal touch mean when he's supposed to be straight? Have all the flirting and affection between them meant something different all along? Could things between them actually change into something else entirely? Maybe something a little hotter than the hot summer night?
"Ugh, you always win!" I threw my game controller on the floor and crossed my arms, almost pouting. I didn't care if I was too old to act like this at eighteen. High or not, Jack always won like the pro he'd always been.
"Hey, Johnny, come on." He was always so chill, never upset, angry, or even sad. It was like he had one expression: dazed. Maybe it was because he was a pothead. Now that we were eighteen and out of high school, he'd been smoking weed more than ever. "You can still win someday."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."
"Eh, come here, buddy." He pulled me in for a bear hug, his main affection that only left me hard, horny, and heavy-hearted for him. I did like it when he kissed the top of my head, something most bro-like buds probably didn't do. But he was kind of hippy-like, peace-minded, and loving. Or maybe it was just the weed since he'd had a larger amount than the bit of it I'd had earlier.
God, was I in love, though. I loved his manly smells of dried sweat and strong musk. He'd forgotten to put deodorant on, and it definitely didn't bother me. He was so hot in my eyes: dark brown hair brushed forward, hazel eyes with a greener hue, six feet tall, smooth body with hairy limbs, and really thin but toned. I had dark hair and eyes, a bit of a tan, and was smoother than him. But I wasn't toned at all, and I was two inches shorter. My ass was definitely rounder than his flat one because I was a little more filled out all around. He had a bigger dick, though, judging by the size of his bulge.
After the bear hug, I tickled his chest and flat belly, giggling.
As usual, he just sat back, too relaxed to even laugh or jerk away. He just smiled as his response.
I rolled my eyes. "Why aren't you ever ticklish?"
He shrugged. "I don't know."
I tried rubbing his nipples with my thumbs, giggling again. I'd done this plenty of times because he always let me, and still no expected reaction.
But for the first time, his dick grew inside his shorts until it formed a tent. He just gave me a dazed grin like it was no big deal. "Whoops. See what you did there?"
I was in awe as I stared at it, my dick twitching. "That's ... big, Jack."
He sighed. "Yeah, but two girls already friend-zoned me after they were initially interested, and just over the size. So much for trying to lose my virginity." But he didn't seem bummed. The weed must've taken over his brain cells.
"Well, they're stupid. Anyone would be lucky to have you." I had to admit that the fantasy of us losing our virginities to each other had crossed my mind multiple times.
"Psh." Jack made a playful eyeroll, still dazed. "I'm nothing special."
"Except you are. To me, anyway."
After a pause, he asked, "Yeah?"
I nodded, always a molten mess when I was around him. Being horny didn't change my romantic feelings for him.