Chapter 13 Cole
COLE
For most people, waking up from a nap to see that someone planned something so sweet for you would be considered rare.
But it’s not for me. Instances like today happen so often, but it never fails to put a smile on my face or to make me happy.
Oakley is one of those people who loves deeply, no matter who it is, and he always wants to show how much he loves you.
The way he calls his mom multiple times a week and will just sit and talk to her about nothing in particular.
Or how every holiday he makes sure to send flowers to both of our moms with a small gift for each of them.
He’s the most caring person I’ve ever met, and after being around him for so long, I still haven’t gotten used to being spoiled by him.
His creating a small campout in my bedroom was something new, but I loved it just the same.
However, the moment I noticed his arousal, my thoughts drifted to this morning.
I wasn’t lying when I told him I’ve been thinking about it all day.
The entire time we were watching the movie, I kept thinking of how he would react if I just touched him.
Seeing his erection had me thrilled that he likes to go commando.
As many times as I’ve seen it before, I was never as curious about it as I am now.
And here we are, standing in the bathroom, staring at one another. “Warm or hot water?” I ask, nerves picking up. Earlier this morning, it was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing. This time, it’s more planned. We both know why we’re here.
“Are you nervous?”
Nodding my head, I whisper, “Yeah,” smiling when he reaches his hand out to me. He pulls me against his chest, his hands sifting through my hair.
“I’ve got you. This is new for both of us. But we’re best friends, Cole. We can tell each other anything. Especially since this is new territory for both of us. If there’s ever a time when you feel uncomfortable, or I do, then we promise to say something to one another. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I take off the rest of my clothes, with Oak—of course—already naked and waiting. We step into the shower, Oak taking me in his hands again. “Remember to tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any point.”
He doesn’t wait for my reply before he takes the bottle of body wash and pours some onto my dick.
Using his hand, he works my shaft as he cleans me.
Our foreheads touch as I lean forward, my eyes closing tightly.
I moan softly, obsessed with the feeling of his hand on me.
Why is it so different with Oak? I have never felt like this.
It’s a feeling I want to chase every day.
Maybe because he makes me feel safe, so I know he’ll always be there?
Maybe it’s because he’s my best friend, and this is something best friends should always be doing?
I don’t know, but what I do know is that I want more.
I may not have Oak’s experience, but I know some things.
“Can we move back to the tent?”
“Hmm?” Oak pulls away, licking his lips. “Why?”
“I’m clean. Very clean. And with what I want to do next, we need to be on the floor. Or in a bed.” I whine, probably sounding pathetic, but whatever, I need his hands on me. Preferably in the next thirty seconds.
Oak raises one eyebrow, his teeth coming out to bite his plump bottom lip. “And what is it you want to do next?”
“It’s a surprise,” I reply, my heart beating faster.
Please don’t turn me down. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m so damn horny, and all I want is to come.
With Oak. Preferably on him. Or him on me.
I’m not even picky at this point. I just know I’ve never been this aroused in my life, and I need to do something about it.
“Fuck, okay.” Oak steps away, grabbing more body wash and rapidly washing his cock. He spends a few extra seconds putting a couple of swipes on other parts of his body before he rinses off all the suds and jumps out of the shower. “Uh, are you gonna hurry up or what?”
I’m stuck in a trance, fixated on Oak’s body.
I’ve always noticed that he’s attractive.
From his bulky arms to his cut six-pack…
even his face is beyond gorgeous. But now that I’m standing here, I’m looking at him a little differently.
Like, what would it be like to touch all of his naked body?
The thought of putting his cock in my mouth has me clamping up, and my breathing becomes labored.
Shit, do I want that? My dick jerks against the streaming water, and I have my answer.
Yeah, I do want that. But maybe not tonight.
“Let’s go.”
I do a little shake in the shower, getting off the last remaining drops of water, and then I rub the towel over my body briskly before tossing it onto the floor.
Oak is already ahead of me, his tight ass flexing as he hurries into my bedroom.
By the time I make it in there after him, he’s already back in the tent.
He’s lying on his back, one hand behind his head, while the other has his cock in a tight hold.
He gives himself one jerk, then rasps. “What’s the surprise?
” Not wanting my confidence to disappear, I don’t think; I just act.
I crawl into the tent, straddling his hips as I sit on top of him.
His hand moves from his dick to my waist, his other hand coming out to join as he holds me in place.
“Fuck, this is such a pretty view: you, sitting on my lap, hard as a rock. For me.” One of his hands trails up my side, my body involuntarily arching at the touch.
“Shit, you’re so reactive to me. I’ve barely touched you and look at how much you’re leaking. ”
Glancing down, I gasp when I see the trail of precum leaking from my slit onto his stomach.
“That’s a lot,” I tell him, blown away by the little puddle pooling onto his stomach.
My finger dips into the precum, swirling it around before I pick up a decent amount onto my finger.
Without thinking, I place my finger against Oak’s lips, spreading the warm liquid over his bottom lip.
He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, moaning loudly as his eyes roll back into his head.
“Fuck, Cole. You taste so good.”
“I-I do?” I stutter, not believing him. “Have you ever tasted cum before?”
Oak shakes his head no, then uses his thumb to wipe more precum off my dick. “But for some reason, I wouldn’t mind tasting yours every day. You’re fucking delicious.”
“Fuck,” I groan, arching my hips to feel the friction. I lean forward onto Oak’s body, lining our dicks up with one another. We’re both a leaking mess, the liquid allowing our cocks to slide easily against one another. His grip on my waist tightens as he moans loudly.
“Cole,” he rasps, moving my waist in tune with my arching. “Holy shit.”
We both moan in unison, the head of my dick bumping against his.
Resting my palms against his chest, I let loose, thrusting myself against him.
His hands move from my waist to wrap around my back, pulling me closer to him.
Our cocks are trapped between us, the sensation taking over my body.
I lift my head, locking eyes with Oak, who’s staring at me with an intense emotion I’ve never felt before.
It’s as though his eyes can see deeper into me than ever before.
Like a moth to a flame, our faces move closer, our lips touching softly.
Oh my god. Needing more, I throw myself harder onto him, shoving my tongue into his mouth as I continue pushing myself against him.
He pulls tightly on my hair, the bite of pain causing me to shout his name.
“Say it again,” he moans, trailing his lips down from my mouth to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I want to hear you shouting my name as I make you come all over my stomach.”
“Oak!” I shout, my legs shaking when he latches onto my neck.
The sensations are overwhelming all of my senses, and all I can hear, feel, smell, and taste is Oakley.
The scent of our body wash dissipates, and the smell of our mixed cum takes over.
I never realized how much noise Oak makes when he’s having sex.
There are pants, groans, and moans all tossed together.
A new sound hits my ear, and it takes me a few seconds to realize it’s me whimpering.
I have never whimpered in my damn life. But I’ve also never needed to come this badly either.
Oakley grips my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to him.
He licks up and down the side of my neck before he growls loudly and suctions himself to the skin.
His body arches off the ground, my body flying up as he flips us and lands me onto my back.
“I fucking need you, Cole,” he mutters, kissing me deeply as he continues to rut against me.
Fuck, he needs me? We’re a sticky mess, and I can’t tell who’s leaking more.
My body trembles, and I know without a doubt it’s me.
I’m the one who’s leaking more. But I can’t help it.
There’s something about doing this with Oakley that has me more aroused than I’ve ever been.
He leans back, and his thick hand reaches between us, grabbing our cocks as he strokes us together.
My eyes drift closed, and Oak growls, my eyes snapping back open.
“Keep your eyes on me. I want you to see what you do to me,” he rasps, squeezing his hand tighter.
His grip doesn’t cover both of us perfectly, but it’s enough to have my toes curling and my legs shaking from his touch.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant, knowing I’m about to come any second.
“Hell yes, Cole. Fucking come for me, baby.” My dick shoots off, cum flying all over Oak’s hand as I let loose. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re such a good boy. So damn beautiful, Cole.”
“Oh god,” I moan, my dick shooting off another spurt of cum. Damn, who would have thought I’d like to be called a good boy?
My body is spent, but Oak hasn’t come yet.
Wanting him to feel the same euphoria I’m feeling, I replace his hand with my own, jerking him roughly.
With my other hand, I grab the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.
I tease the seam of his lips with my tongue, groaning when he opens his mouth for me.
Our lips are tangling with one another, Oak fucking himself into the fist of my hand.
I squeeze him tighter, gasping when he finally comes all over my hand.
He rests his forehead against mine, both of us breathing the other in while we try to calm ourselves.
Oak goes to roll off me, but his foot gets caught on the edge of the tent, and before we can catch it, the entire tent collapses on top of us.
Oak’s body rumbles as he laughs hysterically on top of me.
“Shit, did that really just happen?” he asks, chuckling again.
He pushes at the edge of the tent, trying to make space for us to crawl through.
Once he’s found the edge of the material, he lifts it up, a sliver of light from the TV shining through.
He makes his way out first, then stands up and lifts the tent high in the air, helping me get out from under the tent.
“Wow,” I tell him, standing in front of him. The cum on my stomach is starting to cool and dry, but I don’t want to walk away just yet.
“Yeah, my bad,” he scratches the back of his head, then looks down. “I thought I had set it up correctly, but, uh, apparently not.”
“I wasn’t wowing the tent,” I laugh, stepping closer to him. My heart is still beating wildly in my chest, the smell of us lingering in the air. “I was wowing what just happened with us.”
“That was pretty wow, huh?” He smirks, tossing me a playful wink. Only Oak could calm any nerves I was having in two seconds.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Cole, you can tell me anything.” He grabs my hand, dragging me over to the bed. He takes a seat on the mattress, pulling me down onto his lap.
“I’ve experienced nothing like that before.
I’ve tried with others, and it always felt wrong.
Like something was missing, or I don’t know, I just didn’t enjoy it.
” My fingers find their way to the back of his head, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
“But with you, I enjoyed all of it. And I want more. I want to do what we just did again.”
His hand rubs up and down my thigh. “What do you mean you’ve never experienced anything like that before?”
I blow a long raspberry, collecting my thoughts. “With women in the past. I tried the sex thing, and, to be honest, I didn’t enjoy it. Maybe I got in my head too much, and I hyped it up too much. But I just didn’t feel anything except disappointment.”
“Huh,” he murmurs, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing up and down my leg. “And you enjoyed it with me?”
Nodding my head, I give him a calm smile. “Yeah. I really did. You make me feel safe, and fuck, I was so damn turned on.”
“Okay, we’ll keep doing it. I want you to know what it’s like to have a sexual appetite. What else are best friends for?” Apparently for having sex. I just wish I had known about that before.
“Is it weird that I’m not a girl?” I ask, knowing he’s never been with another man before. Hell, I haven’t either, and yet I don’t find it strange. It seems completely normal to me.
“Actually, no. It’s us, Cole. There will never be anything weird about us. And if we’re being honest with each other, I’ve never felt this way with anyone else either. And I want to keep doing this, too.”
My heart beats wild, thinking of all the new things that can bloom in our friendship. “Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah, I’m sure.”