(This is my first time writing a story - please give real, honest feedback! I want to learn :))

This story was originally posted in r/gaystoriesgonewild

(This post will be mostly background, as I plan on making this a multiple-part series. Stay tuned for more sexual stories - the wait will be worth it.)

So, long story short, I'm a whore. Well, a virgin one that is. But, let me back up a minute...

My name is Jackson, Jack for short. I'm M18 from the suburbs of a big city in the Northeast US. I'm white (not white white but you get it, right?), Sicilian and French American if you can imagine. I'm 6'1, but most people would say I'm 6'0... because I'm 6'0. I just wish I was taller. I like to push the limit, you know? Anyways, I have fluffy-ish brown hair and pretty distinctive green eyes that I like to convince myself make me slightly attractive. I've played hockey and soccer my entire life, well, ever since I was around 6 or 7, so I'm pretty athletic. I have a pretty ripped build, not to brag. I have a solid 6 pack and some great quads and biceps. Long story short, when my mom noticed I wasn't making a lot of male friends in pre-school, she decided to throw me into sports. She signed me up for a local youth soccer team and soon after I joined the hockey team. For reference, I've always felt pretty ostracized by both genders. I liked hanging out with girls but I couldn't relate to them, because well, penis, and I always wanted guy friends but I was never "bro-y" enough to really get close to any. That changed when I started sports. I met Tyler in pre-school, but we really hit it off during soccer practice. Our moms were friends, so we had tons of playdates and became really close over the span of one summer. He looked past what other guys weren't willing to and treated me as a person and a friend before the shy feminine-ish kid other people saw. He's been my closest friend and partner in crime ever since that summer, up until now, our senior year in high school. He's a beast, probably 6'6 and has one of the craziest bodies you've ever seen. He looks so incredibly strong that girls just flung themselves onto him. Though, his messy blonde hair, raspy voice, and deep blue eyes definitely helped. But back then, when girls and boys were afraid of cooties, it was just me and him against the world.

Now, to back up a minute, I should clarify that I'm pretty clear on the fact that I'm bisexual. I started to figure it out in sixth grade when searching for Minecraft mods to download and those "Meet hot guys near (your town) for sex" ads caught my eye. I always knew what sex was in general, but nothing more than the fact that it was how you make a baby. I wasn't aware of the lustful aspect of it, if that makes sense. Long story short, I clicked and was greeted by fit, naked college boys. I didn't understand it, but I couldn't look away. That started many, many years of an incredibly horny teenager jerking off as often as my poor dick would let me. I was a slut, even collecting porn and trading dick pics with guys on a secret Snapchat account. To my dismay, though, I couldn't get any girls to fuck me and I sure as hell wasn't going to risk propositioning a guy. As I got older, I realized I couldn't tell anyone about it, because of all the things kids say. But I told Tyler, and he was very supportive. Again, he didn't see me for who I liked, just as his best friend.

I always subconsciously liked Tyler. What was not to like? He was naturally charming and had a smile that could make even the rudest, most bratty of girls fall head over heels for him. I pushed those feelings deep down though, because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. He just meant too much to me to risk anything.

Look at me, I'm all over the place. Back to the present day:

It was a really hot summer day. The kind that makes you feel like you have the flu. Not having anything else to do, Tyler invited me over. We were far too lethargic to do anything other than sit on his bed, talking about porn, games, sports, and whatever else we felt we could share. While we talked, we usually played 2K or Call of Duty on his PlayStation, and today was no different.

"How about we try a new game today? COD is getting kind of repetitive," he said.

"Hmm... I guess. What could we try though? We both know your broke as fuck," I teased while poking him in the chest.

"Shut the fuck up, dude. You know that I'm a fucking baller," he quickly jabbed back.

I couldn't help but laugh at the fact he said baller. Who does he think he is, 50 Cent?

"How about Fortnite? I haven't played since season three. Plus, I feel like dominating some kids," I suggested.

"Woah there buddy! Boutta call the FBI on you!"

"But sure, why not?" he followed.

We downloaded the game and booted up a ranked match, even though we had almost zero chance of winning. As we made our way through each storm shrinkage, we started to think that we might have the smallest chance of actually winning. Eventually, it was down to us two and one other duo.

"I see them! Over on that hill!" Tyler shouted.

"Shit, okay!" I replied.

"Fuck!" He suddenly blurted out after being sniped by one of them. It was up to me now.

I slowly drained one of the two players' health, knocking him off with an SMG. One down, one to go.

"Dude if you win this, I could kiss you." He joked. Even if it was a joke, I secretly blushed and focused up in case he wasn't joking. Getting closer, I knew I was at a large disadvantage. I could see how stacked the last guy was, with a full loadout of legendary and epic guns and plenty of materials. Luckily, though, I saw him make a fatal mistake. He spotted a loot llama, and for whatever stupid reason, went for it, thinking he was covered. I took my aim with my sniper, and fired.

Victory Royale.

"BRO! YOU DID IT!" he leaped up and cheered.

"FUCK YEA!!!!" I gutturally let loose, hoping to seem more masculine.

But, before I knew it, Tyler did something that would lead to some of the best months of my life.

I felt a hand touch my hip. I quickly looked away from the game, and saw Tyler looking at me, ecstatic.

"Oh, sorry bro. I got excited." he moved away, embarrassed at his split-second action.

I was shocked, and just stared into his eyes. I'm almost 4,000% sure I was blushing incredibly hard, and that was not the only "hard" thing. Much to my dismay, I felt my dick slowly get warm and tingly, and that feeling of a raging hard-on started to fill my body. I looked down, embarrassed, and Tyler followed suit. I quickly covered my crotch with my hands to avoid any awkwardness, but it was too late.

I looked up, and I saw Tyler looking intently into my eyes. His face was red, his mouth slightly agape. I saw longing, and pure lust in his crystal blue eyes. Quicker than the speed of light, Tyler thrust himself onto me, his plump lips meeting mine. I guess he was serious after all, who could have guessed? I couldn't even move, I was in such shock, but my raging hormones and sweltering hot, sweaty body soon started to take over for me...

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That's it for part 1, the background. More characters will be coming in future parts and the next part will have some hot and heavy stuff! Let me know if you want me to continue, and if this made you hard or horny at all. It's great motivation. Sorry if I teased you!