For context, I’ve known my friend for like 12 years. He’s an amazing person and I love that he’s in my life. The issue I have though, is ever since the start of our friendship, I’ve had a crush on him.

After the first few months of our friendship, I told him I liked him. He told me that he appreciated me being honest but he’s straight and he doesn’t like me in the same way. He also repeatedly said nothing will happen between us. I understood and I told myself i valued my friendship with him over a small crush and tried moving on.

However, throughout the years, we’re like an inseparable duo. We’re also doing something together. Hell, some of our trips, going out to dinner, they’ve been better than most dates I’ve been on haha.

Throughout the years, our friendship grew stronger and we learned more personal things about each other. (Drunk conversations about sex, likes and dislikes in the bedroom, sized of our dicks, etc. typical guy talk I guess.) well, those conversations didn’t help me in the long run because now I know those things, I began to fantasize about him. To add to it, one night I started to question his size. Kept telling him that I’m disappointed he was lying to me. He said he wasn’t and he’s willing to bet on it. He said, he’ll pull his shorts down, if he’s telling the truth, I owe him $50 and a 6 pack of beer. if he’s lying, he’ll owe me those things.

(I didn’t care if I won or lost) I said bet. He stood up, pulled his shorts down and my jaw dropped. Standing three feet in front of me, a freshly shaved, 8in uncut cock, low hanging balls. He pulled his shorts up and said, go get my money.

It got even worse when he would bring a girl over. They would run into the bedroom and the walls are pretty thin. If I put my ear to the wall or the door I can hear almost anything. Like when he starts to talk dirty to her. When she’s sucking his dick and when she’s getting fucked. The sounds of him grunting and moaning then when he cums.

After a few times of this, one days when he finished fucking a girl, they said they were taking off to dinner then to her place. When they left, I noticed a rag sticking out from the bottom of his bed. I walked over, picked up the rag, and it was coated in fresh cum. (Like an angle and a devil on my shoulders) I told myself, just put it away, get over him. But the other part was screaming saying, “just bring it to your nose”.

The ladder won, I brought it to my nose, took a whiff and immediately became hard. I started to shove the rag in my mouth sucking up his fresh load. Doing so literally made me cum in my shorts. I didn’t want it to end so I rubbed his rag all over my face and nose so I could smell it the rest of the night.

After a few months of doing this, his hoe phased stopped. He hasn’t fucked anyone in months. That’s when, my underwear fetish started.

(To be continued?)