Tom was an old friend of mine. He has deep blue eyes and had bright blond, fluffy hair that darkened as we got older. He was beautiful, a Simpsons loving geek and my closest friend. As time went on my thoughts of him would involve a lot more nudity... And rubbing! The fuzzy, warm feeling in my chest and the tightening feeling in my pants helped me realise I wasn't straight. But he was. And I'd learn that this can put a strain on your friendships. You get over it and move on, but sometimes, the fantasies stay with you...
What Really Happened
We were sixteen. It was the week when we had to take all our project work home but I wasn't well enough to get it. Friday rolled around and on Fridays, Tom would normally come over. I'd cancelled because I was ill, but he was going to pop by to drop off my stuff for me. I'd fallen asleep and was dreaming about him in all different states of undress and arousal.
The knock at the door woke me up and I jumped up off the couch, throwing the blanket off, to go answer the door. Just wearing my pyjamas and no underwear. I opened the door and Tom handed me my stuff. He smirked and laughed a little and then quickly left. I was a bit confused and disappointed he didn't stay to chat. I closed to the door.
When I looked down, I noticed that my cock was rock hard and, as it'd had stiffened in my baggy bottoms, it was really noticeable! People could have camped under there. I was a little embarrassed but the idea that Tom had seen it was kind of hot, too. I went to the PC, fired it up, googled some images of naked and bright-eyed boys. I got totally naked and had a toe-curling wank and got covered in cum. Which ran down my chest and over my crotch as I went upstairs to have a shower.
Years later, Tom did admit to me that he'd had gay thoughts in the past... so there's a chance things could have gone really differently if I hadn't cancelled on him coming over...
What I wish had happened
There's a knock on the door that wakes me up, I've fallen asleep under a blanket on the couch. I know that it has to be Tom. I run to the door, excited to see him, answer it and he hands me some of my project work, smiles and stifles a laugh. He brushes past me, unusually close, and that's when I notice; my cock has gone rock hard and the tip just brushed Tom's side as he went into the living-room. He jumps under the covers and takes the sofa for himself.
I shyly walk in, holding my work to cover my throbbing hard-on. Tom isn't looking at me but has a grin on his face as he grabs the remote and turns off the TV. I put my stuff down and sit on the arm chair.
"Did I miss much this week?" My voice shakes and cracks, my heart is pounding in my chest. I decide to put down my work and I adjust my hard cock so it makes the most obvious trouser tent possible. Tom still isn't looking at me but is now looking at the floor, a bit nervous himself. Tom tells me about a rumour that a lad had been caught wanking by the urinals. As he's telling me about it, I see him wriggle under the blankets like he's getting comfortable.
We continue to chat about it, what people saw, who it was. He turns to look me in the eyes and my face goes bright red and my cock twitches. There's no way he doesn't know about my erection. Apparently, the guy caught jerking-off had a massive cock and a thick bush of pubes. As Tom is talking I notice that the blanket is moving up and down and he's now clearly looking at my cock and the dot of precum that's appeared on my pyjama bottoms. He's blatantly wanking.