In The Act

I come to the front door and jumble around with my shitty keys before finally getting the door open. What I see next, I can't tell if it's a curse or a blessing.

I open the door to the sight of Archie comfortably lying down with his fluffy legs spread apart on the couch, slightly moaning and cooing almost under his breath, clearly a little slick from sweat, using one hand to position a quite large dark purple dildo up against himself. Our couch faces the door, so right as I walk in, I'm face to face with the scene, he's fully nude, and fully erect.

"...." I can't do anything but just stand in silence

"AAHH!" He has nothing to cover himself with, so he quickly throws the dildo aside and puts his hands over his cock, but it can only contain so much. A decent part of his nice, deeply red cock pokes from beneath his iron grip.

"I-I W-..... I'm so sorry... I-I'll uh.. g-go?" I slowly walk away, but I make it deliberately slow; I want to see more of him naked, more of his cock, more of his juicy, amazing thighs, more of everything as I slowly scoot away.

"I s-so s-sorry I didn't know you were gonna be home early!" He gets up quickly and walks away, still trying to cover his cock, but his ass is fully exposed. I take a small peek but turn away before he sees my gaze, although as he's walking away, I see him give a strange look at my pants. That's when I realize my slowly growing bulge is trying to break loose.

We've made it a habit of eating dinner together, not in a romantic sense, but just that it's easier to make one meal instead of two... although sometimes you feel maybe you'd want it to be romantic. Despite the earlier situation, he still shows up once you finish cooking eggplant parmesan. You sit down in silence, but you know you have to break it.

"I have so many questions." You decide to be straightforward. Why beat around the bush anyway? You guys are pretty close.

"Do you have to ask, dude?" he gives a "come on" sort of face at you and stops eating for a second.

"Oh come on, if you were me, you'd be asking away, don't lie." You see a small smile come from him, and he shrugs, clearly understanding

"Ok.... fine, I hate denying people answers... just PLEASE don't make it super weird..." He rolls his eyes at first and then braces for your first question

Your heart... and cock.... both thump with the opportunity to talk about something intimate with him, you know it's kind of gay, but you've lived such a boring life that you would jump at any opportunity to feel this kind of excitement. "Oh, where to begin." You smirk as he rolls his eyes

"Oh god.." He smirks a little

"Why the couch?"

He puts his hands over his face. "Dear lord."

"Come on, answer."

"Nope"

"Come on, dude, please!"

"Noooope, not doing it."

"Do you come on curious?"

"Bad at convincing man, "tep it up"

"You're such a buzzkill...

"Hey no im not!"

"Oh? than answer"

"Fine, it was comfortable and I wanted to watch TV!"

"Like.. Dude, I gotta break this down:

"Why?"

"'Cause first off, you have a room if you wanna do it in peace, ok!"

"...." He just stays silent and gives an awkward nod to it

"Second, who watches TV when... doing that?"

"Hmmmm, let's see, maybe oh I don't know... Me!"

"Is your attention span that short?"

"Well, Always Sunny was on, and maybe I wanna do both." He crosses his arms and gives a smug look.

"Dude... Always sunny fucking sucks." I smirk a little, and I see his mouth drop.

"WHAT?!" He looks genuinely mad, not at the fact that I'm asking him super intimate questions, but that I insulted his favorite sitcom

"Friends is better," he looks even more taken aback by this

"Wow. I don't even know where to begin... I-I... You know what, no, nope, I'm not gonna get mad about it."

We sit in a small silence before I speak again, "Can I ask one more?"

He squints his eyes a little, "hmmm... Fine."

I decide to go all in and not hold back. I'm getting a little bit hot, and my heart is beating out of my chest as I go all in. "W-wha... What did it feel like..."

He immediately drops his comedic squinted eye act and just stares at me, wide-eyed. "Uh...."

I instantly regret it. Did I just ruin my only real friendship over one of these thoughts again? I bury my head in my hands, and my next sentence comes out muffled.

"Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry..."

He gets a small smile, not a smirk, not a toothy grin, but something slightly positive. "Uh, no dude... It's fine. Everyone's curious... I can tell you..."

"..." my heart thumps and my bulge grows; this is the most excitement I've felt in a long time.

He bites his lip a little and shifts his hips in his chair, his voice grows somewhat breathly has he recalls it "I mean, it hurts a tiny bit going in... but once the tip hits the right spot.. and it goes in... its like a preassure building, an amazing preasure building just waiting to burst, and when it burts its so warm, and inviting. Like an eternal hug."

I'm on the edge of my seat now, pretty much fully erect, my tip is smushed against the underside of the hardwood. "That... sounds kinda.... fun."

He gives a wide smile, "I always knew there was something like that hiding in you... You're bad at hiding it, like the times you looked into my room while I was in my skirt... or like today, where you didn't even try to hide that you were hard... It's ok though.... kinda liked it..."

I can't tell whether to be incredibly embarrassed or super flattered that he liked knowing that I saw, so I just remain silent.

He finishes up with his dinner, and as he's getting up, he says. "If you ever wanna try, you know where to find me." He gives a cheeky smirk and walks off to his room.