Q: would you forgive your best friend if they slept with your boyfriend?

A: I'll be frank, this is a tough one. But it greatly depends on a lot of factors. My relationship with said best friend being one of those affecting factors.

The Downsides of Inexperience

"James, are you okay?" Julian asked, attempting to mask his laughs with a cough.

But he didn't have to, I was in a pitiful state. Even I was aware of this. I'd smoked and drank a lot at the party last night, I pushed myself way beyond my limit. That was a first.

Everything still blurred and contorted into incomprehensible rubbish. His voice and the sound of every little thing around me was indistinct, echoing in my head like my brain had suddenly reduced in size, leaving a lot of space in my skull.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumbled. However, my appearance was in no way convincing.

"Of course you are." It was obvious he wasn't paying any attention to the words that came out of my mouth. "Anyway, I'm heading out now. Remember the interview I told you about?"

What interview? What is an interview?

"Sure, I do," I garbled another unintelligent reply.

"I totally believe that you do," Julian scoffed and took his attention away from me. Grabbing the things he needed, he stopped and turned back to me when he got to the door. "You know we're best friends, I know you too well. I told you to stop drinking, but you didn't listen, now you're paying the price... realistically," he paused and motioned at me. "Hopefully, next time, you'll listen to me. Although I highly doubt that, you're an incorrigible, hard-headed twink."

"Don't sass me. I'm warning you!" I slurred, groaning at the pain I felt in my head.

My head refused to obey the instructions given to it by my brain, it went in the opposite direction and came in contact with the wooden side of the bed. Lifting it again seemed impossible so I let it linger as the pain subsided.

"Don't kill yourself before I get back. Derek is in the bathroom, he's not going anywhere. So he will take care of you until I get back."

"You think he'll give a shit about me?" I spoke through gritted teeth as I lifted myself and rested my back against the headboard, now staring at the many filmy figures of my best friend.

"Of course he would. He's my boyfriend and you're my best friend, which makes you his responsibility as well. That plus the fact you're in his flat. Trust me, he won't let you die. At least not here," he joked and swung on his coat. "See you in a bit, love." With that, Julian opened the door and stepped out.

For long minutes after he left, I dwelled in the sound of drunk silence piercing my ear drums and getting to my brain. Resolving to find a solution to my predicament, I made sure to detangle myself from the covers before placing my leg down on the soft rug which covered the entire floor of the room.

Walking to stand in front of the wall mirror, my befuddled mind was able to take cognizance of the fact that I was just in boxer briefs.

"Bloody heaven's gate," I murmured under my breath.

I made a hasty, nonchalant search for my clothes before giving up. They weren't floating in the air or appearing on my stretched out hands so they must've been somewhere difficult to access in my current state. The next instant, I found myself getting comfortable on the bed again.

"Just a quick nap," I told myself.

But I didn't get the chance to sleep. Derek's voice pulled me back to reality.

"It appears Julian has gone for his interview." He'd just finished in the bathroom and was now drying his hair with a white towel. His chest was still bare, but his lower half was concealed behind black sports shorts.

"Yeah." His statement wasn't a question, but I answered nonetheless.

"Cool," he said to himself before walking to the door and bolting it shut.

It wasn't up to a minute after I closed my eyes again, trying to stop the banging in my head whilst drifting off to sleep, before Derek got into bed and pressed his wet warm bare chest against the exposed skin of my back.

Derek was Julian's boyfriend for a year now-- my best friend's boyfriend. He was a really handsome older guy, but for obvious reasons-- and reasons I still couldn't place my hands on-- I never felt any sort of attraction towards him all the while I'd known him. However, he kept coming on to me time after time.

I realise I should've told Julian this little piece of information by now, but I didn't want to ruin what they had. I admired it. Telling Julian about how his boyfriend had continuously shown interest in me would lead to their inevitable break up.

Before I could complete the next string of thoughts, Derek slid his hand down to crotch and groped my unsuspecting member which laid lazily and tiredly in between my legs.

He then started stroking.

"What are you doing?" I sputtered, remaining motionless. I tried to move, but my exhausted limbs refused to respond.

"Making a milkshake. What does it look like I'm doing?" He moaned, breathing down my neck while rubbing his already stiff rod against my bum.

"I know, but why are you doing it?"

"Because you asked for it." He pulled away and roughly threw the covers off our bodies, sending it to the floor.

He turned me so I was now laying on my back, tugged at my briefs before successfully pulling it off. The slight roughness in his action and the ravenous glint in his eyes paralysed me. I was either delusional or I was actually enjoying every bit of this.

"James, this is your best friend's boyfriend."

The voice in my head whispered but I blatantly ignored it.

"I-I did not," I stuttered as I swallowed a moan that would've escaped my unruly lips.

"Yes, you did, but you're not aware." My eyes flew open when I saw him squeezing quite an amount of lube onto his fingers, causing some to drip down and fall on the inside of my thigh.

The cold sensation it brought made me bite my lower lip. There was no way I would give him consent, which he didn't ask for, by moaning like a sex deprived antelope.

"N-No. I didn't--" that was as far as I could go. When he brought his lube coated fingers to my entrance and rubbed gently across the skin, I gasped and held it in to stop myself from making further sounds.

However, a treacherous moan escaped the back of my throat. That was all he needed to hear, a proud smirk slowly tugged at the side of his lips.

"James, this is your best friend's boyfriend."

My conscience reminded me again, but I blatantly ignored it. Again.

"See? You want this. How long has it been since you came out? A year? Two years?" He continued rubbing his fingers slowly along my entrance.

"It's been a year and some months--" I quickly tightened my jaw and swallowed when another moan almost escaped my mouth.

I couldn't stop my breathing from growing heavy, and I also couldn't stop myself from squirming under him. That little action of his gave me so much pleasure and I couldn't deny this. Trust me, I tried.

"And how old are you? Eighteen? You don't want to be an eighteen-year-old virgin, do you?" He teased, still caressing my entrance which was now completely soaked with excess lube.

"I'm just waiting for the right person. I've met a few people, but I'm not sure if I'm ready." I quickly swallowed after talking.

Bending over, he grazed his wet tongue along my ear lobe, leaving wet warmness behind. He then whispered to me, "I'm the right person."

I had no idea what came over me, but the instant he slipped his middle finger inside me, I yelped and squeezed my hole shut.

It didn't exactly hurt, it was well lubricated and his finger wasn't massive. The action was just utterly unexpected and the thought of having a finger inside me made me begin to panic. And it wasn't even my finger, it was someone else's.

"Ssh. "He let himself fall to my side while pressing his upper body against mine. Still teasing my ear with his tongue, he mumbled, "Relax. Don't fight it. It will only hurt if you do," he advised.

His middle finger remained dormant inside of me, imprisoned by the force I applied on my entrance to make sure it didn't move any deeper inside.

Reluctantly heeding to his advice, I exhaled, easing my entrance as the breath left my mouth.

"That's a good boy," he commented, smiling against the side of my face. "You'll never find anyone who'll give it to you like I will."

"James, Derek is your best friend's boyfriend." Again said the voice.

I only just realised that my eyes were tightly shut.

He then started pulling in and out of my entrance, widening and preparing it for the bigger guy. It felt good. It felt so good I couldn't tell him to stop. This was my first time having a finger this deep inside of me. Excluding the countless porn videos I'd used to wank myself off, I had little to no experience of gay sex.

A part of me also felt hungry for this magic cóck Julian always boasted about enjoying all night.

"This is sexual assault," I blurted.

"No, it's not. You're not pushing me away," he answered with a mischievous giggle.

"I'm way too intoxicated and tired to move."

"Well, then, tell me to stop. You can talk just fine," he countered, pausing and waiting for my reply while hovering over me.

I remained silent.

"That doesn't sound like refusal to me," he chuckled.

After an awkward bout of silence, he brought his index finger to meet his middle finger, carefully slipping the both of them inside me, opening my entrance even more. Again, I hissed and held the breath inside. Not because it hurt, but because fingers were inside me and they felt so good.

"You're hungry for me," he boasted, and despite keeping my eyes tightly shut, I could bet a fortune that a content smug was plastered on his face.

"I'm hungry for sex, not you in particular." At this point, I'd almost gotten rid of all my doubt. I was already two fingers deep, there was no stopping now.

I started rocking my waist and pushing against his fingers, urging him to go faster and deeper. He obeyed. The next couple of minutes were spent fingering and moaning. I concluded to not burden myself with the consequences of this intercourse... at least not yet.

Just when everything got really heated, he pulled out and speedily took off his shorts. With the force he tossed it with, it probably landed in China. He then brought his hard, pre-cúm dripping length to my entrance, positioning himself in between my thighs to get right to it.

"Wait! What are you doing?" I abruptly stopped him, slightly closing my legs.

"I'm dicing a hotdog. What does it look like I'm doing, James?" He sighed with visible sexual frustration.

"You're not wearing a condom," I reminded him, tone-flat. "Why aren't you wearing a condom?"

"This is your first time, isn't it?"

"Yes?"

"Then I'm safe," he concluded, spreading my legs again.

"But I'm not!" I stopped him. "God knows who else you have sex with, and I'm sure Julian always tells you to use a condom. So, please use a condom," I ordered.

"Fine!"

Grudgingly, he got down from the bed and retrieved a condom from a drawer in his table.

"Give it here." I held out my hand, asking for it.

He unwillingly handed it to me. I wondered why he was skeptical about it. Did he really think I couldn't handle a condom? To my own surprise, I opened it with finesse. Thanks to the knowledge I'd acquired from watching pornography since I was fourteen.

However, putting it on him was a struggle. I tried different ways but it refused to fit. I began to wonder if he was too big for it.

"Are you sure this is your size?" I wondered, still trying to get it on.

"Oh, my God, you can't get a condom on?"

"What's my business with a condom?" I shot back.

"Then give it back." He made to take over but I disagreed.

"Wait! Wait, I got it now." After a few more trials, I successfully capped it, pinched the tip and then rolled it down his length. "There."

We returned to our initial position; me laying on my back with my legs widespread, while he rested on his haunches in between my legs.

Taking a deep breath, I readied myself for what was to come. The tip entered just fine, I kept thinking I was in full control of my pain, but when he tried to thrust the rest of it inside, I jerked suddenly and pushed him off me.

"Bloody hell, what is that?!" I cried, eyeing his moderately sized full length.

"I... My... I don't..." he stuttered speechlessly, looking from me to his member.

"That hurt like hell." I assessed myself. The pain had stopped just as quickly as I pushed him off me.

"I'm sorry." His swift apology sounded more like a mutter. He probably did not mean it.

"James, this is your best friend's boyfriend. Derek is your best friend's boyfriend!"

This was the right time for me to call things off, I was even thinking about it. However, the next thing he said put me right back in the mood. It sounded like a great idea.

"You could sit on it."

"What?" I frowned, narrowing my eyes at him, a mild daze coming over me.

I was still very much hungover.

"You could sit on it. It hurts less that way because you'll be the one handling it. I won't rush you," he repeated himself, licking his lower lip in subtle attempts to tease me and win me back over.

It worked.

After short moments of skeptical silence, I gestured a lazy nod of approval.

He smirked once again, laid on his back and spread his legs apart. His still thick, hard, sturdy, throbbing length rose all the way up and laid on his stomach. Slowly getting on top, I straddled him and got ready to try again. But before I did, he applied more lube to my entrance and his member.

The chilly gel-like substance gave me a tingly sensation which almost drove me crazy. I suppose this was the best way of getting fúcked.

I was wrong.

After he threw the lube aside and I sat properly over it, the thickness of it slid right into me. I gasped when I realised everything had entered and I felt little to no pain at all. That was the best feeling; having his throbbing length inside me, making him release suppressed moans while trying not to move. Although I could tell it was killing him not to.

He wanted to go deeper, wanted to thrust in and out, but he showed resilience. I was glad he showed me the respect I deserved.

"James, this is your best friend's boyfriend. Derek is off limits, he's your best friend's boyfriend!"

My conscience which anchored me to good reasoning whispered again. But once again, I ignored it.

"So, what now?" I asked him, twirling my waist around his rod while pinching and playing with his nipples.

"You could ride me if you want to." He had to swallow first before responding but still his voice came out husky and breathless.

I would've loved to, but my waist grew weary quickly. I was exhausted. I just wanted to get on my back and have him drive me crazy.

"I can't. I'm too tired," I revealed, stopping everything I was doing to him.

"Well, then missionary is the best position for both of us right now. Plus, I want to see your face as I continuously push in and pull out of you," he said, rolling me over.

"Don't pull out, it's going to hurt when next you try to put it back in," I mentioned, but it was already too late. He'd pulled out and made for the container of that chilled heavenly liquid; lubricant.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt. You've already eased your muscles so it won't. I promise." He placed a quick kiss on my lips before squeezing out more contents of the container on his length.

He was right; it slid right in like his fingers did. My toes curled, my head lolled backwards, and my eyes squeezed shut. The first few thrusts hurt, it made me whimper and grit my teeth, but when he hit a spot, I wanted more of that.

I began to grind and arch my waist in rhythm to his thrusts. He hit the spot again, a few more thrusts before he hit it again, and before I knew it, he was hitting it with every thrust.

We were outright moaning and crying out now. Well, I was. Derek's sounded more like deep grunts. There was no going back anymore.

He took my swinging meat which spewed precum uncontrollably into his right hand and began to stroke until I couldn't take it anymore.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum," I moaned, squeezing his muscle butt with both my hands as it flexed with every thrust.

"Not yet. Wait a little longer," he urged me.

"I-I c-can't!" I jerked, pushing my length into the strokes of his hand.

"Well, then I guess I'll cum as well."

In less than a minute, we were both groaning, moaning, and quivering as we achieved orgasmic bliss in unison.

Derek slowly pulled out and dropped beside me, visibly exhausted.

"That was hot," he muttered in awe, still panting.

"I know." I couldn't help but agree.

I also knew that I had just had sex with my best friend's boyfriend.

What the hell had I done? What the hell was I supposed to do now? I had known my actions would bring about some comeuppance, but thinking about it now, I wasn't sure I could stomach them. I loved Julian so much, yet I had just shagged his boyfriend.

I got down from the bed to go clean myself up, only to be attacked by vertigo and almost losing my footing. My ungracious fall to the ground seemed inevitable but thankfully, the wall was within my reach. I used it as a support, holding onto it like it was my lifeline. I was still a hot drunk, super wasted mess.

Intoxication and lack of experience were the greatest foes of a horny teenager.

Fúck!