Arabian Nights Ch. 03

Zane goes back to blowing me, guiding my cock back into his mouth before he grips my underwear more firmly. Then, he starts tugging it down my legs. Never once pulling off my cock, he manages to get my shorts and briefs off of me completely, tossing them to the floor with my shirt and leaving me naked. He fondles my balls gently with his fingers as he bobs up and down, tilting his head slowly as he moves. And then he switches things up by pulling off, lifting my balls, and darting his tongue underneath. Oh fuck. He remembers, doesn't he? I told him once that my taint is a weak spot for me. I don't know why, but when I feel a girl's tongue down there, my toes curl. It's no different with Zane. I groan softly, straining my toes as Zane drags his tongue over my taint over and over while stroking me.

After a minute, I start to sit up, and when I do, Zane pulls off, looking at me. I reel him in for a kiss, eager to get him naked now. I grab onto his polo, untucking it from his slacks before tugging it upwards. Just like when he stripped me, we separate to get his shirt off, but only until it's over his head. Then, our lips are right back where they belong as I tug his shirt off of his arms.

Once his shirt has joined mine on the floor, I move my lips to his neck. I hear Zane let out a little growl as he bares his neck to me. My hand slides right into his lap, undoing his belt and fly until I'm able to run my hand across his bulge again. Fuck, he feels good. So stiff, warm, male. Eager to see what's behind the fabric of his boxer briefs, I reach inside to fish his cock out. Zane leans back to give me better access, and I look down as I tuck his boxer briefs under his balls and pull his cock free, ogling its thick, uncut glory. I stroke him slowly, intently focused on the way the foreskin shifts before I look at him. His eyes flicker from my hand to my face, and he smiles.

I lean down - not to kiss his lips, but to have a go at one of his nipples. I know they're incredibly sensitive. Zane's confided in me that his nipples are *his* weak point - and boy, do I believe him. Zane groans loudly, in a higher pitched voice than I'm used to hearing from him, his beefy torso raising up higher as if struggling to decide whether or not he wants to pull away. I grin a bit, keeping my lips wrapped around that nub as I stroke his cock a little faster. His hand goes to the back of my head, tugging on my hair as I suck, lick, even bite a little. Zane just keeps swearing under his breath, half-laughing and half-moaning his ass off, all while his cock throbs in my grip.

When I finally give his nipple a rest, he exhales deeply, but I'm already moving down his body. I shift onto the floor, signaling for him to sit up so that I can try and do this properly. He slouches against the back of the couch, legs spread enough for me to get in between. I run my hands up his thighs, which are still covered by his slacks. I'm tempted to strip them off of him, but now that I've got his hard cock in my sights, so close, so within reach... I can't wait.

I glance up at Zane as my fingers find his cock again. "Don't judge me too hard, alright?"

He smiles. "I won't."

I lick my lips a bit before moving my eyes back to his cock. Now the nervousness is really starting to settle in. He looks so imposing up close. I hold it loosely in my fingers, stroking the underside of his shaft with my thumb before eyeing the head. That's another thing... How do I handle his foreskin? Do I suck over it? Do I peel it back?

Zane can sense me thinking too hard because he says, "You don't have to blow me, you know."

I know he's being nice, but I've gone too far to just back out now. I have to at least see what it's like. "I just don't know how to go about this," I say with a laugh, looking up at him.

"Maybe... just... put it in your mouth?" he teases before laughing. "I'll guide you."

I nod a little before taking a breath. Here goes. I lean forward, tilting his cock towards my mouth, opening wide, and taking the head in. As I wrap my lips around it, I'm surprised by how much space he takes up. I make sure to avoid bumping him with my teeth as I bob up and down slightly. I feel Zane's hand on the back of my head, rubbing gently, and in a way, it relaxes me.

"Peel the skin ba- Yeeeah," Zane says with a moan as I expose his head and let my tongue roam. It's so strange feeling the ridges of his cock against my tongue, tracing his glans knowing how good it feels to have this done to you. He's so warm in my mouth, and strangely soft even though he's raging hard right now. There's a taste too - at first, it just tasted like nothing but skin, but then, something sweeter landed on my tongue. Precum?

Zane grips my hair just a little tighter as I start to bob my head up and down a little more. I try taking him in deeper, but that's a no-go. As soon as he hits my throat, I gag a bit and then pull off, laughing. "How the fuck do you do that?"

"Practice," Zane says, chuckling as he takes a hold of his cock.

I stretch out my mouth too, already feeling sore from just five minutes of it. "You're gonna give me fuckin' lockjaw," I say.

"Don't be so dramatic," Zane says with a grin before patting his thighs, signaling for me to hop onto his lap. I smile slightly, standing up with my hard cock swinging until I straddle him. He takes my hips in his hands before moving one hand right to my cock and giving it a good squeeze. I moan softly, pushing my hips forward into his fist, especially when he teases the head with his thumb.

"Fuck," I moan.

I hear Zane chuckle a bit before he leans up and pecks me on the lips. "I owe you," he says softly, and I'm confused as to what he means until he strokes me faster. An orgasm. That's what he owes me. He fell asleep before I got off when we were in his bed, and now, he's returning the favor. I grip his shoulder as he leans forward to spit down on my cock, giving his motions some lubrication.

His hand feels terribly good. I've always thought a good handjob is grossly underrated, and I'm sure anyone Zane has jerked off in the past would agree with me. I feel my hips pushing forward slightly as he works me faster, his fingers practically gliding across my cock, working in practiced twisting motions. He teases the head with every stroke, sending that sensual electric current through my cock and up my spine.

I look down at him as he jerks me off, and I notice his eyes roaming my torso, watching every muscle bulge and twitch from his ministrations. The urge to kiss is so overpowering that I'm barely conscious of myself leaning forward to catch his lips. I caught him off-guard for a split second, but he kisses me back eagerly, passionately, erotically. The perfect amount of tongue, the deep moans, the increased pace on my cock. I even feel his free hand slide around me, first working up and down my back before settling on my ass. I don't care. I let him grab it. It feels encouraging, almost, and I tug on his hair as I feel my orgasm build.

It hits me out of nowhere. I feel that tingly, pre-orgasm sensation at the base of my cock before, all of a sudden, the cum is spilling from my dick. I moan loudly against Zane, mostly in surprise before it gives way to total pleasure. Clutching onto him tightly, I tense and groan as Zane milks out my load all over the front of his body.

"Damn, you're a shooter," Zane says with a chuckle, squeezing the last of my load out.

I pant a bit, laughing slightly. I feel that dazed, post-orgasm delirium, and it takes me a second to come to. "Sorry."

"Don't. It's hot," he says, scooping up some of my load in his palm and then applying it directly to his cock. Then, he starts stroking himself, those slick noises of personal pleasure echoing off the walls. Zane's eyes roll back until they close, the front of his neck bared as he leans his head back against the top of the couch. I stay on his lap but watch, finding this scene intriguing and... well, hot. I loosely grab myself as I watch Zane work his thick cock up and down, totally focused on his own pleasure. Then, his free hand reaches down. At first I think he's going for his balls. But then his fingers disappear between his legs, behind his underwear, out of sight. Is he playing with his hole? I bite my lip, watching him stroke vigorously with one hand and rub insistently with the other. Fuck. Now I wish I had been patient and taken his pants off.

He doesn't last long though - especially when I reach forward with my free hand and nudge his nipple. I take it between my fingers and gently pinch and pull and stroke. Quickly, Zane's orgasm builds until he's adding to the mess on his torso. His cum shoots up to his shoulder before spilling out between his pecs and upper abs. The rest dribbles down his shaft, over his thumb, until he slows his stroking to a halt and catches his breath.

Zane pants heavily, a soft smile on his face, and pulls his hand out of his pants. I shift off of his lap but sit right next to him, both of us facing the television. But I'm eyeing the way we painted his furry body.

After a moment, Zane laughs. "What the fuck are we doing?" he mutters.

I laugh too. "I don't know."

I watch him as he runs both hands through his hair before looking over at me. "Can I ask you something?"

"What am I gonna do, say no?"

He smiles a bit, ignoring my snappy retort. "When you say you're curious...?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean, 'what do I mean'?"

"I mean... Are you curious about sex, or...?"

"Or...?"

"Or a relationship?"

I stare at Zane. This is taking a turn, isn't it? He's really trying to pick my brain. "I mean... with any guy? No," I tell him, trying to avoid being too forward.

He nods a bit. Then: "What about with me?"

"Is that what you want?" I ask.

"Is that what *you* want?"

Seems we're getting nowhere answering each other's questions with more questions. "I don't know," I say honestly. Then, I tack on one little word at the end: "Maybe."

He nods a little, showing not much expression. "Okay."

I laugh. "'Okay'? That's all you have to say?"

"Yeah," he says with a laugh. "Sorry. I don't really know what to say right now."

"Just say anything," I tell him, though I'm sure it's strange lying there shirtless with cum all over your body, your dick still hanging out, and your best friend sitting naked beside you.

He looks at me. In actuality, he looks at my hip, and even nudges his hand an inch towards my thigh to nudge it with his knuckles - though it feels more like a light caress than a nudge. "Remember when we went out the night I broke up with Jason? And you asked me if I had ever thought about you?"

I swallow thickly. "Yeah?"

"I lied," he says.

"Wow, another lie?"

He laughs. "I mean, come on, dude. Of *course* I've thought about you," he says. "I'm a gay guy with a fucking hot best friend. You really think it hasn't crossed my mind a few times?"

"Just a few?" I tease.

"Yes, just a few," he says, and I believe him. I'm sure his thoughts about me are just dialed-down versions of how I've felt about Zane all week: fleeting thoughts, simple what-ifs, general curiosities. Zane has always known me to be 100% straight, so he has never put me in a compromising position, never expressed those short-lived feelings to me. "Then, after Saturday night..."

"What?"

He shrugs. "I just... wondered about you a little more."

I bite my lip a bit, trying to imagine what he's wondering - and I feel like I have an idea as to what that might be. "Why'd you ask me if I was curious about a relationship?"

"Curiosity," Zane teases with a tiny smirk.

"Fuck you," I say, reaching over to flick his dick.

He winces and laughs, slapping away before tugging his pants back up to cover his goods. "Don't be a dick," he says before relaxing again. I notice we're somehow sitting even closer. "Honestly, though, I really was curious."

"So it's not because you want a relationship with me?"

He shrugs again. "I didn't really give it any thought yet," he says, looking up at the ceiling as he ponders it. "I mean, you know me. I like a good relationship. But with you? It's not easy to judge, man," he says, looking at me now. "We're already so close, so there's that, and... I don't know. It's just... tough."

"Why's it tough?"

"Because I don't wanna latch onto the first guy that makes me feel good after feeling so fucking lonely lately," he says, looking at me hard. "Get me?"

I nod. "I get you." I chew on my bottom lip before asking a question that's suddenly pressing on my brain. "Remember when Brad said sex changes how you see someone?" When Zane nods, I ask him if he feels any differently about me.

He looks at me, clearly taking the time to think about it before saying, "No, I don't think so."

"Okay."

"Do you? About me?"

"Besides the, uh...?" I gesture towards his body and his groin, and he laughs. "Besides that, no, I don't think so either."

"So it's just sex?" he questions.

I hesitate before nodding. "Just sex."

"Cool."

We stare at each other for a moment. What if it's not just sex, though? What if it's "more"? It's almost silly to think about our friendship evolving in that manner, but is that really so far-fetched of a thought? Is that even what I want? I look away, laughing slightly. This is crazy.

"What?" Zane asks.

"Just thinking about how weird it'd be if we dated," I say.

He chuckles. "Oh yeah. Good morning kisses-"

"Cutesy birthday presents-"

"-cuddling during movies-"

"-couples massages-"

"-sending you flowers on Valentine's Day-"

We both chuckle at the thought of doing all that and more under the "boyfriend" title. The funny thing is, though, we do a lot of those already. Maybe our birthday presents to each other aren't necessarily cutesy or romantic, but they're always damn thoughtful. We find ourselves half-cuddling a lot when we're idly lounging in the living room - a leg draped over another, or a head in someone's lap, or an arm around the other's shoulder. We've done spa days together almost once a month ever since Zane begged me to go with him last summer. I even sent him flowers to his office last year because the hospital was doing a Valentine's fundraiser. I attached the corniest pick-up lines I could find, knowing Zane would get a kick out of it. He knew it was me, of course, but he kept the flowers all the same.

There's plenty we've done outside of those things that could be pushing normal "friend" boundaries too, like sharing underwear, borrowing each other's toothbrushes on occasion, grosser things like popping each other's back zits when we were a little younger, or funnier things me pulling a splinter out of Zane's ass that had somehow poked through his shorts after sitting on a wooden bench... Hell, the only things we don't do are kiss, hold hands, say "I love you" all the time, and have regular sex. But it's still a strange thought.

"Imagine me introducing you as my boyfriend," I say with a snort.

Zane smiles. "You'd be a terrible boyfriend, anyway," he teases.

I hit his side. "Hey!"

He laughs. "What? I've seen your track record."

"I've changed, haven't I?"

"You haven't dated anyone since you've 'changed'," he says with a grin.

"I promise I'm better. Just trust me."

"Oh yeah?" he says. "Trust that you wouldn't cheat on me? Or flat out ignore me?"

"Baby, I couldn't ignore you," I joke, and when he rolls his eyes, I laugh.

"You're such an idiot," he mutters before putting his hands behind his head. The ease of that movement allows him to show off his body more. "Do you think it'd even be that different, though?"

I look at him curiously. "What?"

"Between us? If we were like, together, I mean."

"Um... I don't know." He seems to be thinking the same things I just was. "Being in a 'relationship' is different from just being friends, isn't it?"

"I guess," he says with a shrug. "But seriously, think about it." Now he sits up straighter, more so on the edge of the couch before turning to face me. "You know me better than anyone else. And vice versa. Through and through, right?"

"Sure," I say, smiling slightly.

"So what would really be that different?" he asks. "I mean, besides, y'know, sex and stuff."

I raise my eyebrow. "I don't know."

"It's just a title, right?"

I smirk slightly. "You saying we've low-key been dating this whole time?"

He laughs. "I'm saying... I don't know what I'm saying," he decides, leaning back against the couch with a sigh. I chuckle to myself. "I guess just..." He tries to form a coherent thought but struggles and gives up. "I don't know. What should we do?"

I lick my lips slightly before clearing my throat. "I don't think we should take it too seriously," I suggest.

He nods a bit. "Sure. Yeah."

"But I'd be open to... exploring a bit?" I say warily.

He smiles a little broader before biting his lip. He looks at my chest for a long moment as he thinks before settling on something. "We could make an experiment out of it.

"An experiment?"

"Yeah. We could... give it a month."

"A month?"

"Yeah. We could try the whole dating thing. For one month."

"Okay. One month."

"You know, for fun."

"Sure."

"See where things go."

"Okay."

"And if anything happens... Great, right?"

"Right."

He stares at me, smiling slightly. "We doing this?"

I look back at him, feeling a stupid grin form on my face from his silly plan - and yet, I'm already on board.