“Ellie just dumped me,” Tyler complained. He picked at his fingernails. He sniffed, then flicked the screen of his phone back on. “Through a freaking text.”

“Oh?” Danny said between french fries. “I thought you didn’t like her that much anyway.”

“That’s not the freaking point,” Tyler grumbled. He sighed, then picked up a fry and ate it. “It’s just a shitty way to do it.”

“Why’d she break up with you?” Danny asked, leaning forward to take the phone. He read the display. I think we should break up. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m sorry. Don’t text me again. “You’re better off without her,” he said with a snort. “I can’t believe she used the whole ‘it’s not you it’s me’ trope. At least have the balls to say why. I never really did like her.”

Tyler frowned. He was good looking, but Danny knew that already. Short blond hair, a perfect nose and cheek bones that complimented it, stunning brown eyes with flecks of gold. Tyler was probably the hottest senior, and in Danny’s opinion, possibly one of the hottest men in the whole school.

Despite that, despite having girls practically throwing themselves on his dick, Tyler couldn’t seem to keep a girl longer than two months. It didn’t make sense to Danny, Tyler was awesome. He was funny, handsome, wicked smart. He scored the highest in their grade on the SATs in the school, and in the 92nd percentile in the nation. It was a mystery to him why girls didn’t seem to see how amazing Tyler was.

“I don’t get it,” Tyler complained. “She didn’t even have the balls to break up to my face. In a freaking text message.” 

Tyler was upset, even though he was planning on breaking up with her anyway. The principal of the matter, maybe? 

They’d been friends forever, like, since the third grade, when Danny’s family had moved into town. They just clicked, like that, the first time they met. “Don’t let it get to you, man,” Danny soothed. “Why don’t you come over to my place, my folks are going out for the weekend, so I’ll have the whole house to myself anyway. We can watch bad movies or play games or whatever you want, for the whole weekend. Whatever you wanna do.”

Tyler took too big of a bite of his burger, with nearly half of it in his mouth. His cheeks were all puffed up like a hamster, and Danny couldn’t help but laugh. Tyler laughed, too, spitting it out onto the foam plate on his tray.

“Gross, dude!” Danny laughed. “You still gotta eat it, I’m not buying you another one.”

Tyler picked up the sorta-chewed burger bite and pushed it towards Danny, but he caught his hand, already ready for his antics. “You eat it! Come on, baby bird!”

Danny pushed his hand away and they were both laughing. Tyler threw half of the bite in his mouth and swallowed, barely chewing it at all. “You’re gonna choke, and that’s gross. Just for the record.”

Tyler laughed. “You said you weren’t gonna buy me another one. Waste not, want not.” He finished the statement with the other pre-chewed bite. He said something with his mouth full, absolutely incomprehensible. 

“Whatever, dude,” he said, sipping at his diet coke. “You’re better off without her, anyway. She was a real bummer, like, so negative all the time. Did she ever have anything positive to say?”

Tyler swallowed, then ate another fry before he continued. “Man, you have no idea what you missed out on, my pre-chewed burger was delish. Possibly a delicacy. No, not even possibly. Definitely a delicacy. There’s still some left, I could make some for you…”

“Hard pass,” Danny said, hands up, a smile on his face. This was something he loved about Tyler, he was just… Tyler. Tyler chewed a bite of his sandwich and opened his mouth to show him, offering it again. Danny couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped him, nearly sending the fries in his mouth to his tray.

“Not really,” Tyler said after he swallowed. “The positive thing. She was pretty negative. Like, such a downer. I mean, she could find the rainy day in everything. I’d take her to the movies, to see some freaking romantic comedy-”

“Blarhg,” Danny interjected.

“Exactly! The things we do to get off. You know, I’d take her to these things, and she’d complain the whole time, like, listen, bitch, I don’t even wanna see this movie. I don’t wanna spend all this money at a restaurant you hate before we even order. Let’s just go back to my place when my parents aren’t home, fuck, and then afterwards we can get some pizza. Girls are so much work. It’s nearly not even worth it.”

Danny laughed. “Yeah, but just masturbating isn’t as good. Not like a good blowjob.”

“Dude,” Tyler chastised. “When’s the last time you had a girl that was any good at BJs?”

Danny sighed. “My last two girlfriends didn’t even wanna touch me, much less blow me. Girls are so double-standarded.”

“I don’t think that’s a word.”

Danny shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, you freaking know what I mean. Girls expect us to go down on them, and don’t get me wrong, I love eating puss, but I’d just like a little reciprocation, ya’know?”

Tyler sighed, looking at his empty tray as if it betrayed him for not holding more food. “Yeah, I do. You’re a kickass boyfriend, all your exes are idiots. I’d blow you.” He stood up with a snort and grabbed his tray, dodging three freshmen as they walked by him. “I’d even swallow, cause that’s how awesome you are. Freaking double standards. You’re sure your parents’ll be gone all weekend?”

Danny stood up, taking his identical tray and following Tyler. “Yeah, they’re going to some bed and breakfast. Gag. They even invited me, but why would I wanna go? Man, I wish I had a girl. I guess we’ll be bachelors together, at least until you get another confession.”

“Nah, I’m done with girlfriends for a bit. I’m gonna take a break. Anyway, you have track after school?”

They threw away the foam plates and stacked their trays just as the bell rang. “Yeah, til five. We have a meet coming up next week, so we have extra practice after school. I think Coach Wellman knows by now that we aren’t coming in on the weekends if we don’t have to.”

Tyler laughed and they walked out of the cafeteria in a stream of teenage angst and body odor. “I’ll pick you up after. Call me if you get out early.” 

Track was hard, it was too hot for April, and his sweat-sticky clothes clung to his body. He thought about showering really quick, but some of the guys in track were weird, and he really hated showering in public anyway. Also, Tyler was already waiting for him, and he didn’t really wanna hang out with the track team anymore.

He packed his bag, then kept his towel out. He’d sit on it in the car, so he didn’t get Tyler’s seat all sweaty. His legs ached, but he still forced himself to jog to Tyler’s car, feeling bad he’d made his friend wait, but he pissed Coach Wellman off by being distracted, earning him a half a mile extra after practice.

Tyler was reading something on his phone when he popped open the passenger door and draped his towel down. “Yo. What’re you doing?”

“I didn’t get a shower, Coach Wellman was on my ass today, made me run laps, fucker,” he complained as he climbed in, throwing his bag in the backseat. 

“Man, you smell,” Tyler commented, turning the car on.

“Sorry. I was gonna shower. I can go back and shower. I just didn’t want-”

“Nah, man,” Tyler interrupted. “It’s not bad, your deodorant is working. You just smell like, sweaty. It’s all good. Don’t worry about it, you can shower when we get to your house. What time are your parents leaving?”

“They left this morning. House is all ours until Sunday afternoon. Your mom’s cool with it, you spending the weekend?” He rolled down his window as Tyler pulled out of the school’s parking lot, the warm breeze evaporating the sweat, cooling him down. “That feels nice.”

“Yeah, she’s cool. I mean, it’s not like it’s something new. We do this all the time.”

Danny looked at Tyler. He had that look on his face, kinda smug, and Danny rolled his eyes. “Not exactly. I mean, usually my parents are home. Did you tell your mom my folks were gone?”

Tyler snorted. “Like hell. I’m not gonna ruin that. She’d force me to bring you over so you wouldn’t be alone. She’d never let me stay here, she’d find a way to be a nosy bitch and shit. This way’s better.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, I don’t, I mean, your mom’s cool and all, but she really likes to hang around us.”

“I think she likes you, dude,” Tyler teased.

Danny scoffed. “Of course she does. I’m your best friend since, like, forever. I’m practically her fourth son.”

“I’d trade you for both of my brothers,” Tyler agreed. “But, I think she like-likes you. Like, sneak into my room after we’re asleep and take off your pants kinda likes you.”

“Bullshit. That’s weird. Dude, that’s super weird. I don’t wanna think of your mom like that. Shit, now that you said it, I’m never gonna be able to look at her the same way. Fuck you, dude.”

“She probably flicks the bean thinking about you, her dreamy young stud…”

He would’ve hit Tyler if he wasn’t driving. “Fuck you, dude. First off, in no universe does your mom find me a ‘dreamy young stud’. I’m not that good looking.”

“Bull on that. You’re dashing,” Tyler said, his smile sideways.

“Don’t tease. Now you’re just gonna make me feel bad. I’m boring. I mean, I’m not terrible on the eyes, but next to you, I’m a plain-jane. The wallflower at the dance.” Danny shook his head, then leaned out the window, letting the breeze cool him down faster. “Besides, it doesn’t matter anyway, cause you’re mom’s not getting off to me.”

“You hungry?” Tyler asked after a moment. 

“Starving, actually,” he admitted. “Meat. I want meat.”

“How about Arby’s?”

He gauged his hunger levels. “Yes, please, and thank you.”

Tyler nodded, then turned right, heading away from his house and towards the restaurant. “You’re not a plain-jane.”

“Sure, sure. You’re just so handsome that no one can see past your charms. It’s not fair to be compared to you, dude.” Danny put his hand out the window, allowing the wind to push it up and down in waves. 

“I mean it, that you’re attractive,” Tyler said.

“Tyler, I’m just being stupid. Why’s this fucking with you so much?” Danny asked, pulling himself back into the car.

“It’s not fucking with me, I just wish you had more confidence. You’re attractive, Danny, and you don’t have an ounce of fat on your body. Stop dissing yourself.”

“That’s only cause Coach Wellman’s always on my ass about something,” he dismissed.

“It doesn’t matter why, all that matters is that you are. What do you want?”

They ordered and he scarfed down two beef and cheddars, a jamocha shake and an order of jalapeno bites before they got back to his house. Tyler hadn’t ordered anything for himself, he said he’d eaten before he came back to pick him up.

Danny was feeling a bit more like himself when they got to his house. He had his bags in hand and was heading towards the back door when Tyler jumped in front of him, pushing him out of the way to get into the house first. 

“What the eff, man!” he exclaimed, dropping his gym bag. He looked down at it and then chased after Tyler. “You made me drop my bag.”

“Beat you,” Tyler said, shoving a key into the back door. He pushed his way into the dim, cooler interior and Danny followed behind him. 

“You’re an animal,” he chastised, throwing his backpack on the floor by the door. He kicked his shoes off next to the bag, then peeled his soggy socks off and balled them up. Tyler had disappeared into the house already by the time he was throwing his socks down the laundry chute. 

He headed towards the kitchen, looking for a glass of water. A noise behind him had him turning, or Tyler would’ve barreled him face first into the ground. Tyler’s arms wrapped around his waist and then they were both falling towards the floor. 

“What the hell, Tyler!”

“Woof,” Tyler barked. “I’m an animal.”

“Oh my god, you nerd, get off me!” Danny exclaimed, pushing at Tyler.

His friend resisted, then moved in, his face kissing-range close. Danny froze up and Tyler stuck his tongue out, then licked his neck. He was already on the third, slobbery lap before Danny was able to dislodge him. “Woof!” Tyler barked again, sitting on his knees now. “Where’s my treat?”

“Bad dog,” Danny chided. “Bad dogs don’t get treats.” Tyler whined like a dog and Danny laughed. “I’m gonna take a shower. I can’t believe you licked me, I’m super sweaty and gross.”

Tyler shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. Just salty.”

Danny’s cheeks burned for some reason, and he realized he was sort of getting hard. Nothing too serious, but he felt his dick pulse. “Sure, whatever,” he said, turning away and practically running towards the shower.

“Sorry,” Tyler called after him, and he really did sound sorry.

Danny stopped in his tracks. “Nah, man, it’s okay. It didn’t bother me. I just wasn’t ready for it. And, it had to be gross, you know, my sweat…”

“Take your shower,” Tyler yelled from the other room, already back to his old self. “I’m gonna go hang out in your room.”

“Don’t go through my shit!” he yelled, then stepped into the bathroom. He took a micro-shower, just long enough to soap up and rinse off, then rushed to his room, barely dried off, a towel tucked around his waist. He knew he couldn’t trust Tyler not to be digging through his personal shit.

He was right. Tyler was on his bed, Danny’s box of treasures in his hands. “Dude, I told you not to go through my shit!”

“What’s this?” he asked, holding up a plastic gem the size of a golf ball.

“We found that in the storm sewers behind the middle school, don’t you remember?”

“Behind… Oh, yeah, I do now. I can’t believe I forgot that!” Tyler held it up to the light, looking through it. “Why’d you keep it?”

Danny shrugged and went to his closet. He dropped his towel on the ground, not really worried about Tyler seeing his ass. They’d been friends so long that it wasn’t a big deal. “I dunno. I thought it was neat, and, I dunno. It was something we did. Like, don’t you have things you keep cause they’re special to you?”

“This gem’s special to you?”

Danny shook his head, pulling his underwear up. He turned to Tyler, who was watching him. “Not the gem, per say, but the memory tied to it. Do you remember? We became blood-brothers that day.”

Tyler watched him carefully. “We swore to share everything evenly between us, to protect each other from harm. I do. I’d forgotten…”

Danny could tell Tyler was starting to feel bad that he’d forgotten. “Hey, look,” he said, stepping closer to Tyler, forgoing clothing for the moment. “It’s not a big deal that you forgot. I mean, it’s not like either of us broke our promise.”

“What do you think it means, that we share everything?” Tyler asked, his eyes trailing down Danny’s body.

“Um… I dunno, actually. I mean, I don’t keep anything from you, if that’s what you mean,” he said, sitting down next to his best friend on the bed. He looked into his box, all of his miscellaneous trinkets, a lifetime of little memories embodied in physical stuff. “I tell you everything. I mean, you’re my best friend, I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Tyler smiled at him. “Me either. I mean, yeah. Just yeah.”

Danny nodded, then stood up. “I’m gonna get dressed. Can ya stop rummaging through my memories?”

“Not yet,” Tyler said, grabbing his hand. “I think we should, I mean, I wanna share everything with you. Like we promised.”

Danny stopped, his wrist still in Tyler’s hand. “Like what? What do you mean?”

“Tell me about the other stuff in this box?”

“Sure, can I get dressed first?” Danny asked, looking at Tyler’s hand on his wrist.

“You’re still overheated from track, aren’t you? I don’t care if you’re in your undies,” Tyler dismissed. “Tell me about this one.” He picked up a wad of paper all folded together tight. He opened it carefully, then read the contents.

Danny blushed, the whole thing feeling more than intimate. “That time your mom’s car broke down and she made us wait in it while she walked to get gas.”

Tyler read it, smiling, then laughing. “Oh, god, we’re so embarrassing. You’re talking about that girl, McKayla, the one you had a crush on for the whole fucking year in sixth grade. I’m glad I saved you from that car wreck.”

Danny snorted. “You asked her out when I didn’t, and of course she’d go out with you, you’ve always been super hot. I was real pissed at you, but we made up, stuck in that car forever.” He chuckled. “You guys only dated for, like, a week, too.”

“I didn’t wanna go out with her, I told you that in this letter,” Tyler said, pointing to their sixth grade chicken scratch. “You were too good for her, and I wasn’t gonna let her bring you down like that. Girl’s a skank, anyway.”

“You didn’t know that, not before you dated her!” he accused. He frowned, remembering that particular feeling of hurt.

“Don’t,” Tyler said, pulling him back down to the bed. “Don’t think too hard about it, you forgave me already. I was a douche, I admit it. I shouldn’t’ve done it that way, but middle school is hard and puberty is a bitch. I wouldn’t have done it that way, if it was now.”

“But you’d still do it?” he accused. “Steal a girl that I wanted.”

“Fuck no,” Tyler said fast enough that he knew it was true. “She wasn’t good enough for you. I didn’t know how to tell you that kinda shit then. We, I, I mean, I’d tell you, now.”

“What does that mean, not good enough for me?” he said, looking down at Tyler’s hand still on his wrist, even after he sat back down.

“She wasn’t. You’re, you deserve better. You’re better than her.” Tyler wasn’t looking at him, but he didn’t release his wrist, either.

“Says who? How am I better than her?” He pulled his wrist out of Tyler’s hands and Tyler flinched, studying the floor.

“Says me. You are better than her,” he mumbled. “She wasn’t good enough for you.”

“So, is that how it is? If you think someone’s not good enough for me, you fuck her and ghost her? So she isn’t, doesn’t, shit, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. Is that why I haven’t had a girlfriend in three months?” He looked at Tyler and knew it was true. “How many girls have you fucked that might’ve been interested in me? Why is it okay for you, but not for me? Especially if they aren’t good enough!”

“Six,” Tyler admitted. “I didn’t fuck them all, I swear. Just the two, and the one girl was fucking bat-shit crazy, and a terrible lay.”

“Did you fuck Lucy?” She’d been his last girlfriend, she’d broken up with him shortly after he’d given her a necklace she’d wanted for Christmas, almost two hundred dollars. She didn’t give it back.

“No, man, I didn’t fuck Lucy. She was cheating on you, using you cause you’re too fucking nice. I overheard her bragging about how she used you, got you to buy her that fucking necklace. I called her out on it, told her I hope it choked her, and that I hoped she’d choke on Brandon Ferris’s dick.” Tyler said, talking with his hands as he got more agitated. He sighed, then threw himself back onto the bed, his feet still on the floor, Danny’s memory box still in his lap.

“Brandon Ferris? Gross. Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, feeling hurt all over again. He’d had no idea she’d cheated on him.

“Because of this! I thought she was better than some of the others, but I was wrong. I have… Maybe I’ve been a little too protective since then, I’ll admit…”

Danny slapped his friend’s leg. “Ya think? Why can you sleep with girls who aren’t good enough for me? You’re better than I am, Tyler. You’re, you could have, shit, Tyler, you do have your choice of any girl in school. Shouldn’t you not sleep with them yourself?”

“I’m not better than you!” Tyler nearly yelled. Danny flinched. “I’m not. You’re not ugly. You, girls want you. More than you know. It’s my fault you don’t know that, but I can’t let them, I mean, I don’t know how to say it. You’re better than them, and I don’t want you wasting your emotions on them! Your money! They use you! People talk about how nice you are, how gullible you are. That’s bullshit, and I won’t let them take advantage of you!”

He’d never seen Tyler so upset before. Tyler put the letter, unfolded, back in the box, then rolled away from him, handing him the box. “Take it. I’m sorry.”

“Tyler,” he said, licking his lips, a nervous habit. “It’s… Let’s just forget it.”

Tyler curled up on his bed, pulling his legs up to his chest. “I’m sorry, dude. Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad,” Danny said, and it was true. He couldn’t stay mad at Tyler, not really. He put the box on the floor, then reached out and touched Tyler’s hip. “Come on, don’t be all down. We got the whole weekend to ourselves.”

Tyler flinched at his touch. “I’m sorry you haven’t had a girlfriend in three months.”

“Who’s counting?” Danny said, attempting a joke. “I mean, I am massively backed up, there’s only so much you can do with your hand. I almost bought a cocksleeve in the mail but I can’t trust that my mom wouldn’t open it. I’d die from embarrassment, and she’d kill me if I didn’t.” He chuckled, making it a joke. 

“Yeah,” Tyler agreed, too seriously. Danny sighed, then pulled his friend over by his hip. “Sorry.”

Danny shrugged. “I forgive you. We promised to share everything, right? Don’t keep shit from me like this anymore. Just tell me. I trust you, you’re the brother I chose. I know you think you were doing the right thing by letting my balls shrivel up from atrophy-ication.”

“Not a word,” Tyler said with a snort of sad-sounding laughter. 

“You know what I mean,” he replied. “Don’t lie to me, don’t keep shit from me. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Since we’re on this topic, I hafta come clean-”

“There’s more?” he barked, twisting to face his friend.

“Well, I can tell you that Sarah Shepard, in your third period honors math class? She asked me out so she could get closer to you.”

“When?”

Tyler looked up, thinking. “Last fall. About homecoming time. You were already dating what’s-her-face. Lucy the I ain’t saying she’s a gold digger, but she ain’t going with no-”

“Sarah Shepard? I don’t even know her.”

Tyler sat up, and suddenly they were so close their shoulders brushed. “Really thick glasses, wears her hair in a braid every day?”

“Kinda fat?”

“Yeah, that’s her,” Tyler agreed. “She asked me to try to break you and Lucy up so she’d have a chance. She tried to kiss me, ah, among other things.”

“Why?”

Tyler shrugged, his shoulder brushing against Danny’s again. Danny leaned into him without thinking about it and he felt Tyler reciprocate. It felt good, having Tyler as a friend, being this intimate with him. It felt like they were connected on a deeper level. “Dunno. Anyway, I thought I should just clear the air, clean slate. She kissed me, I turned her down, but then she gave me one of the worst blowjobs I’ve ever had. I can’t even begin to tell you how big of a bullet I dodged for you there.”

“She just blew you?” Danny asked, skeptical, but not upset anymore.

“Well, I kinda told her she’d need to prove to me that she was good enough for you. Sometimes fat girls can be real freaky in bed. Not this one.” Tyler laughed, but it sounded nervous. He was still worried about Danny’s feelings. 

“Well, thanks for that, then. Lucy was terrible, too. Like, at least you got Sarah to give you a blowjob. Lucy wouldn’t even touch me, and had to have the lights out if we had sex because she didn’t want to see my dick. I think she would’ve made me wear three condoms if it worked, that’s how much she didn’t like seeing it. I mean, yeah, I’m uncircumcised, but it’s not that uncommon. It’s natural. She laid there like a dead fish, too, if she even let me have sex. Usually it was a half hour of eating puss til she came, then she’d be ‘too tired’,” he used air quotes here, “to do anything else. I’d end up jerking off in the bathroom because she said she didn’t like the sounds I made when I came.” 

“I knew that bitch wasn’t good enough for you,” Tyler growled. “What a selfish cunt.”

“Girls suck,” Danny agreed.

Tyler shook his head. “Not all of them, but there’s so many that do. At least Ellie could give a decent blowjob, even if she made me wear a condom. It’s just not as good, ya know? What is it with girls not wanting to touch junk? I mean, I know it’s not exactly a Rembrandt, but they aren’t that repulsive. I always made sure I was clean, too.”

Tyler lay back down on the bed, then reached over and pulled Danny down, too. His touch sent a strange spike of electricity down his spine, igniting his face again, re-awakening his dick. He shifted it, hoping that Tyler wouldn’t notice he was starting to sport a chub. It was confusing, maybe he was so pent up that even talking about bad sex was making him hard. 

“Hey,” he said, turning his torso to Tyler. “What if, I mean, ah, we should share. Like, if we find a girl who’s into it, who’s worthy, we could, like, you know. We really could share everything.” Tyler watched him for a minute and he turned away. “Nevermind. I didn’t mean it. Just a joke.”

Tyler grabbed him and pulled him back. “No, it wasn’t. I’m down. If we ever find a girl who’s worthy, we’ll share her.” He took Danny’s hand and spit in it, then held his hand up in front of Danny’s face. 

Danny spit, and then they shook hands, their spit mingling. “Done. You don’t, ah… You don’t think that’s weird?”

“I think it’s fucking hot,” Tyler said. “I, ah… It gave me a woodie, just thinking about it.” He pulled his hand away and wiped the spit on his jeans, then reached out and grabbed Danny’s hand again. “Feel?” He pressed Danny’s hand over his crotch, against his hard cock. 

Another zing of electricity through his body, into his dick, quickly growing just as hard. He pressed down, feeling the shape of Tyler’s package through his jeans, then pulled Tyler’s hand to his own crotch. 

“Me too,” he agreed, pressing Tyler’s hand against his cock. The feel of Tyler’s hand had him suddenly very horny. “Hey, ah, I’m sorry. I’m gonna go take care of this, it’s just been hella long, you know?”

Tyler pressed down, then cupped his junk through his underwear. “Don’t, you don’t have to leave. I could jerk you off, you know, cause it’s my fault and all. I’m probably better than a girl, anyway, since I have the same stuff and know what feels good. I know what you like.”

“But, I mean, that’s, I wouldn’t, wouldn’t that make you feel weird?”

Tyler rolled onto his side, his hand sliding down to the bed. “Do you? Feel weird, I mean? I’m, maybe I’m not normal.”

“Are you gay?” he asked, staring at the ceiling.

Tyler snorted. “Fuck no.” He exhaled slowly. “But, I mean, while we don’t have girlfriends, we could just use each other to get off. Mutual masturbation or what not. People do that kinda stuff. I mean, it feels better when it’s someone else than when it’s just you alone, right?’

“Oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m super fucking horny, Tyler. I haven’t even been masturbating lately, I’ve been too busy with track, too tired when I get home, so I’m mega-horny.”

“You’re always horny,” Tyler teased, slipping off the bed. “It’s fine, I am, too.”

“Where’re you going?” Danny asked as Tyler fell to his knees on the floor. 

“Um, I thought, I mean, you said that you haven’t had a good blowjob in awhile… I could, I mean, I think I’d be good at it, if you wanted.” Tyler’s body language was timid, and he didn’t like it. Tyler was usually confident, cocky even. 

“Only if I get to grade you based on skill,” Danny teased.

Tyler looked up at him. “It’s my first time, so maybe take that into account.” He leaned forward and pushed Danny back, then dipped into his underwear and pulled him out. “I haven’t actually seen you hard before. You have a nice dick.”

Danny blushed, so embarrassed he could die. “It’s alright, I guess.”

Tyler leaned forward to inspect. “Nah, I’ve seen a bunch of porn, your dick is nice. I’ve never seen an uncircumcised dick hard before.” He leaned forward, sucking in a deep breath. “You smell weird. Like sex.”

Danny went to pull away but Tyler’s hands clamped down on his thighs. “Sorry!”

“Nah, man, it’s hot. Don’t apologize, not to me. You never need to apologize to me. Let me take care of you, since it’s my fault you haven’t gotten your dick wet lately.” He leaned forward, looking up at him, his eyes fearful, but also excited. 

“Wait, you’re for real? Like, real-real? This isn’t killing your boner?” he asked, feeling so many emotions at once that it was confusing, making him slow.

“For real-real. Why would it kill my boner? I just told you you have a nice boner. Shut up and don’t think too much about it, Danny.” He leaned forward and caught the tip of Danny’s dick between his lips, slipping his tongue into his foreskin, pushing it back. Danny’s hips danced back, he couldn’t help it. “Shh,” Tyler said when Danny opened his mouth to insist he was fine, which he wasn’t. “Shut up and stop thinking. Just, if you need it, pretend I’m a girl. Pretend I’m Selma Hayek or something.”

“No,” Danny said, scooting his hips closer to Tyler. This was so freaking hot he couldn’t stand it, so he gave into Tyler’s demands. He always did, in the end, but that was because Tyler always had the best ideas. 

Tyler pulled back. “No?”

“Not closing my eyes. Not thinking of Selma Hayek. I wanna watch you.” He jumped his hips up off the bed. “Show me how you’d want a girl to suck you off.”

Tyler didn’t hesitate, leaning forward as he sucked Danny’s cockhead into his mouth, his eyes locked on Danny’s. He moaned, it felt so warm in Tyler’s mouth, then Tyler’s tongue danced around his frenulum. 

“Shit, Tyler, that’s nice. I’m so horny, I’m gonna cum way too soon. I’m not usually this quick…”

Tyler slid deeper down his dick, half way down, then sucked hard while also brushing his fingers over Danny’s balls. Danny fisted his hands in his blankets, fighting off an instant orgasm. Tyler bit down gently, the promise of those teeth causing pain bringing him even closer. A second later his dick was cold where it had been in Tyler’s mouth.

Tyler looked up at him with those stunning gold-flecked brown eyes. “It’s okay, just cum. I know you’re backed up, I won’t judge you for not lasting. The whole point is to get you off, right?’

“Why are you always so goddamn rational?” he asked as Tyler’s mouth slid halfway down his cock again. “Shit, Tyler, that feels so goddamn good, and you haven’t even done that much… Fuck, stop that or I’ll cum in your mouth! Pull off, Tyler!” 

The thought of coming in his mouth was so erotically charged that it pushed him over the edge as Tyler dipped down his cock. He tried to pull Tyler off, didn’t want to actually cum in his best friend’s mouth, but Tyler fought him, then took a mouthful of spunk. He could feel it when Tyler swallowed it, then sucked more. His hips bucked and he came, and came, and came. “Tyler, shit, don’t stop, Tyler that’s fucking amazing.”

Tyler chuckled around his dick, still sucking and licking him all over. His hips stalled and his back returned to the bed before Tyler released his now deflating manhood. “Was that good?”

“The best,” he admitted. “The fucking best. You didn’t have to swallow. You shouldn’t have. Wasn’t it gross?”

“It wasn’t great,” Tyler admitted. He continued on fast, not waiting to let Danny interject. “But it was sexy. Like, hot. Dirty. Your foreskin is hot, too. I wish I had one, now.”

“You really liked it?”

Tyler flushed, then crawled onto the bed next to him, his hand on Danny’s stomach. “Ah, no, I mean, if I liked it, that’d be gay, right?”

Danny shook his head. “I liked it. Does that make me gay?”

Tyler watched him carefully for a minute. “I don’t think so?”

“Mutual masturbation, Tyler. You said it yourself. Don’t overthink it. We’re just being creative with our methods.”

Tyler chuckled. “Sure. Since we’re being frank, it was insanely sexy. I don’t know why girls don’t do this. It’s hot as hell.”

 He lay on the bed for a moment, catching his breath, then pulled his underwear up, covering himself again. “Your turn.”

“Huh?” Tyler asked. “My turn?”

“We share everything,” he reminded his best friend. “As it is now, it’s not even. Besides, you just got dumped, let me comfort you.”

Tyler flushed. “I didn’t mean, I don’t want you to think you have to…”

“I wanna. You said it was hot. I wanna try it out.” Danny pushed his friend onto the bed, pulling his legs up. He parted his legs, then frowned, realizing Tyler was still in jeans. “Take these off, jeans are a pain. Aren’t you all uncomfortable, anyway?”

Tyler nodded, then was fumbling with his jeans, escaping them as fast as he could. He took his underwear off with them, Danny noted. “Should I leave my shirt on?”

“No,” he said, eyeing Danny’s body. His cock was more slender than his, but longer, a darker skin tone than the rest of his body. “Take it off. You’re sexy, Tyler.”

“Thanks,” Tyler said, pulling his shirt off. Danny studied Tyler’s cock, then pushed his legs apart and dropped down between them on his hands and kneese. “You are, too.”

He shook his head. “Nah,” he dismissed, then picked Tyler’s cock up in his hand, holding it as if it were fragile. Tyler shuddered beneath him. 

“You are. Oh, god, shit, that’s nice,” Tyler said as Danny licked him from tip to root. 

“It does smell like sex. Tastes like it, too,” Danny noted, then licked him again. He ran his tongue around Tyler’s frenulum a few time, then teased the spot where the frill stopped and the edges met, sending Tyler’s back up off the mattress. “What do you like? In a blowjob?”

“Fast and deep,” Tyler admitted after holding his breath for a second. “But, I mean, whatever is good. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, I’m making you feel good,” Danny said, biting the tip of his penis gently. “I wanna know what makes you hot.”

“All of this,” Tyler admitted. “You’re so fucking sexy, and that’s a super weird thing that I never thought I’d say, but since we’re here, there’s no reason not…” he faded off as Danny sucked him into his mouth. The smell of Tyler’s cock filled his head, his mouth, the bead of bitter precum streaked the roof of his mouth, and it was so freaking good. He pulled back, then sank down again, trying to go a little deeper each time. Tyler was warm in his hands, in his mouth, and Danny suddenly wanted to know if the rest of his body was just as warm. 

He sent one hand to quest over Tyler’s firm belly, then up his ribs and to his nipples. His other hand held Tyler’s cock steady so he could bob on it without worrying about it slipping. Tyler’s back rose up off the mattress as he pinched down on Tyler’s nipple while also gently biting the cock in his mouth halfway down. 

“God, yes, Danny. More. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum soon, too. You’re so freaking, this is so good. Definitely… in the… top five… mmm…”

Tyler’s hips were jumping in time to his sucking. He found Tyler’s other nipple and squeezed it, too. 

“Harder! More, please, more. Faster, I’m so close.”

Danny sped up a little, then pinched as hard as he could. Tyler grunted, then his hips rose up, shoving his cock deep into the back of Danny’s throat as his back arched high. Cum sprayed the back of his throat and he could either swallow it or choke, so he swallowed it just as another pulse of ejaculate filled the space the first one had occupied. He swallowed that, too, and again until Tyler was done coming, the action of swallowing it exactly as naughty and dirty as Tyler had suggested. He hadn’t meant to swallow it, but he was glad he did as Tyler’s pleasure dialed back down. 

He pulled off Tyler’s cock and stood up, his own dick at half mast again. “Sorry,” he apologized, covering his bulge. 

“Don’t apologize for that,” Tyler said, sounding completely relaxed. “It was awesome. So good. You really know how to get me off. I, ah… If, ah, we could do this, this kinda stuff, I mean, until we get girlfriends again. If you wanted, you know, when you were feeling frustrated or backed up, or didn’t wanna masturbate at home.”

“Yeah, I want,” he replied instantly, not even thinking about it. “We share everything, right?”

Tyler snorted a laugh. “Everything.”