Jared and I have been best friends since birth. We grew up one house away from each other. We had all the same teachers growing up. In high school, we started on the varsity football and baseball teams. We both chose the same college to attend with the same major. Hell, we even drive the same model car.
The first time we fucked wasn't until after high school. It was our first semester of college and we were living in an apartment together. That night, we went to a sports bar to watch the Monday night football game. We knew the owner so we were able to drink. It wasn't enough to be hammered but enough to feel pretty tipsy and lose some inhibitions.
We stumbled up the stairs to our apartment door. I fumbled the keys into the hole and pushed the door open for Jared. He walked in and I shut the door and locked it. Once I turned around at the door, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back to it. I looked into his eyes as he brought his lips to mine.
I couldn't explain why or how this was happening, but I knew this had been a long time coming.
Jared continued kissing me as our hands explored each other's bodies. It was the most passionate kiss I've ever been a part of. He started rubbing my dick through my jeans as I grabbed and squeezed his ass.
Our kiss finally broke and I threw my shirt off. He did the same then kissed his way down to my nipples. He kissed, flicked, and nibbled all while opening my jeans and starting to pull them down.
Even though it was clear to me that Jared was in control here, I could tell that he desperately wanted my cock in his mouth. I was completely hard by the time he kissed his way down to it, but he started on my balls first.