My Best Friend, Tristan (Part 2)

NOTE: Point of View will change marked by (///) and Time change will be marked by (***)

~“Tristan? What are you doing here?” I see Tristan standing across from me in the distance. His naked body reveals a glorious work crafted only by the Divine. Every part of his body made me ache to be near him. To touch his bare skin.

“I want to fuck you, Kyle!” Tristan speaks plain and simply. His voice echos all around me.

He walks up to me drawing me in like a string around his finger. He could see it in my eyes that he was turning me on as he begins kissing me all over. I clamp my lips and shut eyes heaving.

“Are you gonna finally let me fuck you, Kyle?” He whispers these words on my skin.

He puts his hand between my legs and gently wraps it around my dick.

Mmm! I heave again. His touch is unbearable. I exhale.

“You see, Kyle? I can always make you feel this good.”

His warm breath on my skin, he starts kissing me gently now. Teasing.

“Tell me you want me, Kyle. Tell me you want…”~

My alarm goes off. God! What a dream. Why did it feel so good? I could see Tristan’s naked body standing across from me. So chiseled and firm. Damn, what’s happened to me in one week?

***

For about three days I avoided Tristan. I did everything to keep my distance in hopes that it would make that day go away. The person I gave myself permission to cry to for years is no longer worthy of a second glance from me. Not as long as I know he still wants to pursue this feeling.

He must have called over a hundred times in three days. Literally. Text: Can we talk about this? Text: Why are you ignoring me? Text: Pick up the fucking phone man! Text: Kyle, I need my best friend right now. It became the worst feeling to let my best friend down when he needed me the most. But as long as I was part of the problem, I knew I couldn’t help him.

I sat in the last available seat in one corner of our Calculus II class, left class right on the minute to avoid him coming up to me after class ended. Ate lunch at different restaurants off campus just so he wouldn’t find me. And avoided his eye contact in hallways and just pretended that my best friend of 16 years no longer exists to me. In truth, I was being a real baby about this. But I don’t know what else to do. Not only am I losing the life I knew and was so comfortable with for years, but I’m actually starting to feel the need to be touched by my best friend, Tristan. And it kills me. We have to be strangers now. It’s the only way. Sometimes I see him running across the field alone. Is he wishing I am there?

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Tonight Tristan tries something he had not thought of the entire week that I was refusing to talk to him. He came to my house. I come home from study hall and there he is, in my room, sitting on my bed. Looking like that piece of cake your starvation tricks you into thinking you need to have.

My mother probably let him in as usual. She didn’t exactly know that we weren’t speaking. I walk over to my desk and put my things down. A few days ago, all this would be normal. But now that I can lose that safe reputation I tried so hard to uphold, everything’s changed!

“You have to leave.” I say nonchalantly dismissing him.

“You won’t at least hear what I have to say.” Tristan asks still sitting on my bed partially ticked by my curt dismissal.

“If you were the Tristan I know, then you’d understand why this is so very stupid!” I snap.

“I’m not the Tristan you know. And neither are you the Kyle I know. So what, you’re gay?”

I snap at his nerve to even ask.

“No, I’m not! And neither are you. We’ve obviously grown a dependence for each other, which, in a moment, was mistaken for attraction.”

He watches me take off my jacket thinking.

“That makes a lot of sense, Kyle.” He finally submits.

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All I wanted to do was bring them some snacks until dinner is ready. But I can’t go any further. The things that I’m hearing and seeing. My Kyle? I don’t want to believe it.

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Still sitting at the foot of my bed, Tristan takes my wrist as I had finished taking off my jacket.

“You’re right, Kyle. It makes a lot of sense. But that’s nothing a kiss couldn’t prove, right?”

He stands up next to me drawing me in almost like my dream.

“Why don’t you kiss me again and we’ll find out.”

I pull away from him. I sit down on my bed. Now that he was standing up, I felt more comfortable doing so. I take off my sneakers and socks.

Tristan comes and leans right in front of my face his hands resting on my bed to each side of me. So close. It seems he is changing tactic now. He isn’t gonna reason with me anymore. He’s gonna entice. I thought he might kiss me right then. But instead he speaks right into my lips.

“Tell me you want me.” He ached to be satisfied.

Just like my dream. It’s like this was the Tristan that was in my dream.

“Is this what you say to her?” I responded as to make him angry. And he releases a small grunt. I know what he is doing and I am going to fight my side of this battle too.

He drops his head for a moment. Then he raises it to look at me. My eyes were now very daring and in his eyes I could see hopeless surrender. He was frustrated. He grips the sheets in both hands resting next to me.

“Urrg….Can’t you see how the thought of you turns me on? Huh!” He aggressively unzips his pants and rises over me. I am now faced with is bulging briefs. I turn away.

“Look. Look at it and tell me it doesn’t turn you on!”

I jerk up shocked by his new aggressive tone. He pulls his briefs down from over it.

I turn to look. I wanted to see it. This thing that was inches from my face.

“Does it turn you on to know that thinking about you does this to me?

I don’t say anything.

“I want you to touch it. Touch me, Kyle.”

I try to resist. I knew he was trying to seduce me. But it’s getting harder to resist him.

“You made me this hard. Not Lanae.”

He was driving me crazy with his words. It’s as though he knew exactly what I want to hear. I gotta touch it. It’s like that same yearning not to let him walk away from me without his touch.

I touch him and instantly feel my body tingling all over. I moan. Can’t control it.

I look up at him. He seems to be enjoying it.

“Stroke it.” He begs in a moan. In his pleasure he, lets his weight fall over me. Only to catch himself with both hands resting on either side of me on the bed. He is now bent over me again, in intense pleasure, his chin resting on my shoulder and eyes shut tightly. God the sounds he makes! They just get me so hot. I slowly lift my hand and wrap it around his warm hard dick. It makes his whole body twitch in front of me. I grip so tightly that I forget to start stroking it. It just feels so good here in my hand. Then I feel him start to move back and forth in my hand. He is so into it. Is this what sex is like for him? Or is having a guy hold is cock giving him even more pleasure?

My hands are so slippery against his long hard cock. The way he is now hunched over me, his neck rest on my shoulder as though he could not hold himself up, his dick sliding in and out of my hand, I can feel him inside me. I want him inside me.

He turns his neck and whispers in my ears, “Do you want to put my cock in your mouth?” In that sexy way he speaks and people just do things for him. Suddenly! A low gasp comes from the hall. It appears to me that Tristan had not heard the sound. But I turn slightly to my mirror reflecting my doorway. All I can see is my mother’s bare hands holding a tray.

“No. I don’t want your dick in my mouth!” I blurt out for my mother to hear. “You wanted to know about yourself, well now you do. You’re a fucking fag! But I’m not like you.”

What else could I do? She was listening. Maybe the whole time. I could feel my mother’s pride pulsating through the entire house.

This turns Tristan off immediately causing his beautiful hard-on to dwindle away.

“You can’t mean that, Kyle. Not the way you kissed me.” He tries to bring back those feelings. He draws close to my face kinda teasing now as he speaks directly on my skin. “Come on. Tell me you want me to way I know you do.”

Doing my best to hold everything within me, I say nothing. Just hoping he’ll back away. But Tristan won’t bulge. It seems at any second he would explode from suppressing the urge to take me. And he was right, it does turn me on to know what I was doing to him. But I couldn’t let him see it. Because I’ve never been the one in control in our friendship. Now he yearns for me. I hold up my resistance. Here I am alone in this room with this hot guy that everyone else wants and I’m taking a stance. I’ve never felt so torn in my life. But as much as I want this with him, I also want to be normal. And sadly, not everyone gets the best of both worlds.

So we find ourselves in a stalemate. Finally I say, “Why can’t you let me be normal? I think every parent deserves that.”

“You wanna be straight for your fucking parents?” He explodes.

“I am straight.” I challenge him back. He’s still leaned over me and we seem to be challenging each other. Maybe I couldn’t convince my mother that I wasn’t gay, but at least I could convince her that I was against it. But Tristan is making it so damn hard.

I look into his eyes and he looks hungry for me. Like the more I resist him, the more he wants me. He clutches my bed sheets. And as if he could not control it anymore, he starts kissing my neck. He starts using his tongue and I let out an involuntary moan. Shit! Now he knows that he makes me feel good. He makes his way back to my lips. So close I can almost feel his lip against mine. I’m so sure he’ll kiss me any second now. I’m not sure I will stop him this time. He closes in then pauses a moment. Tristan notices how tense I am. How uneasy. And in that moment, he knew, he wasn’t going any further.