Just as friends

"Fuck, okay, yes. I need to see that in person!"

"Yessssssss" Josh bounced on the spot, then gripped my shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug. "I've never had a friend stay over before. We're gonna have sooo much fun!"

My own hands awkwardly hung by my sides as he nuzzled his head into my neck, the warm feeling of closeness churning up those butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to move my arms and hug him back, but my body was paralysed. The feeling of our crotches rubbing together crashing my brain to bluescreen.

My cock was so hard, bulging against my pants and pressing into his own cock as he held me tightly. Brimming with energy, Josh swayed a little side to side and it almost felt like we were rubbing our cocks together...

But there were like four layers of clothes between us. And Josh wasn't even that hard really! I think his cock was just that big normally. And of course the only reason I was hard at all was from the video! So this was fine. Normal. Really it was only weird of me to be thinking about it this much. Josh must have been able to feel my cock pressing into him and he didn't say anything about it! Most guys probably didn't think about their best friends cock this much. But then again...most guys probably haven't given their best friend a perfectly straight blow job.

"Just as friends though. Right?" I asked. Pulling away from the hug. "Not like our... other kind of hang out..."

"Like buddies, as normal." He winked at me and took my hand, practically dragging me away. "Come on, you can call your folks on the way. I wanna get you into my room and show you something fun!"

Right, fun. We were just to friends having fun.

Tilting my head to the right, I could still faintly smell Josh's scent on me. A faint kind of muskiness from the sweat being hidden behind a kind of fruity light smell. A sweet tantalising contrast that made my nostrils flair and demand more of.

My hard-on still hadn't subsided after watching that video, but that was fine. I hadn't cum all week so of course something like that would leave my heart racing and my stomach swimming in a bountiful sea of fluttering butterflies.

Yeah. Tonight was going to be perfectly fine.

"This isn't fine at all." I said. Looking down at Josh's bed.

"I don't get it? What's the problem?" He asked.

He room was pretty small, smaller than Tracy's was. His bed pressed up into the corner of the room faced an old TV, a chunky one that looked like it would only be in black and white. His desk on the opposite corner of the room was more modern. His tower pc lit up the while room with its bright RGB lighting and his gaming chair was immaculately clean, especially compared to the rest of the room. It has a pink and white design with what looked like cat ears sticking out of the sides. An odd choice, but Josh was kind of an odd guy.

None of that concerned me. What I was focusing on was the fact that Josh only had a size single bed.

"We're not both going to fit in there." I tried to explain. "Can't I just sleep in a guest room?"

"Ohhhh come on dude, that's no fun." Josh rolled over to the wall side of the bed, laying half on the wall and patting the empty space. "There's lots of room for you here. What kind of sleepover would it be if we didn't sleep in the same room?"

Tonight had been going so well. Dinner with his family, video games on the big screen till it got dark. And then, when it was only like 8'o'clock, his parents already are heading off to sleep. Telling us to be quite.

Now Josh had stripped down to his pajamas, silky smooth boxers and a long sleeved crop top that seemed like it just came out of the eighties. His flat milky stomach exposed down to his hips, the outline of his cock making it very obvious there wasn't anything else under his shorts.

"I can just sleep on the floor." I looked down at the floor and suppressed a gulp. His dirty clothes practically covered the floor space like a carpet and mixed into the mess was various pieces of trash, used tissues included.

Judging by box of tissues next to the lube on his desk, and the overflowing bin filled with the things, I had a good idea of just what those tissues were covered with. The smell gave it away too. The strong scent of his cock and cum permeating through out the whole room. I could practically taste it on my tongue, drool piling up again as an involuntary response.

"You won't be able to watch shit if your down there!" He burrowed himself under the covers, opening them on the side and inviting me in. "Come on, please? Friends get in the same bed all the time... its not weird or anything."

He had a point. Normal straight guys wouldn't think twice about getting into a bed together. I couldn't keep making a big deal out of this stuff or I'd be the one making it weird.

"Fiiine." I groaned. "But if there's not enough space I'm sleeping in a guest room after the movie!"

Josh smirked, wiggling back and forth as I got into the bed with him. Once I'd crawled in he dropped the blanket around me and moved off the wall. Snuggling up against me. Our legs and sides were touching, but it was still a comfortable enough space.

"Roomie enough for you bud?" He asked, nudging my shoulder with his.

"Yeah, okay. You were right." I smiled in my defeat. "I've been stressing so much this week, it's nice to just lay back and relax."

"If you need to relax, I have just the thing!"

He rolled over and on top of me. Arms pressing down by my sides like I was being boxed in. My eyes darted down from his face to his boxers, seeing his thick cock hang down against them. Like it was wanting, waiting to just burst out and be free. I felt my own cock stir. A tightness of breath taking me as blood rushed down to it, like it had been ready and waiting for this moment all night.

"I... I thought..."My eyes flicked back up to Josh's, they sparkled in the vibrant lights his computer filled the room with. "I thought we weren't doing that kind of thing tonight."

"Hmm?" He hummed. Then the intimate nature of our situation seemed to hit him. "Ohh! No, sorry, I didn't mean that."

He lowered himself side on, his face pressing against mine. One hand stayed placed in the bed over me, while the other reached under the bed. Looking for something. He squirmed around for a little while, his body pressing down onto me in a way that almost felt comfortable really. Then, he had it."

"This is what I was looking for!" He rolled back over, arm with the object in the air. This time his body stayed low, pressing against me as he rolled over. Lips brushing against my cheeks, awfully close to mine...

I felt a little light-headed.... the... the roll he did. It probably knocked the wind out of me... yeah.

Turning my attention away from that, I looked at what Josh had recovered. It was a vintage briefcase, brown leather cracking and fraying with tainted gold locks.

"What's-"

He opened it. Throwing the top up while doing a heavenly "ahhhhh" kind of humm. cigarettes, hand rolled and far fatter than normal waited inside next to a tightly packed bag of green...

Oh, not cigarettes. This was his stash of weed.

"What do you think of the collection?" Josh smirked. Running a finger across the contents. "We could share one of the blunts, oorrr."

He brought up a zip lock bag with slice of a brownie inside.

"If you really want to relax, we could each take a bite of this!" He looked at it with a prideness in his eyes. The brighter green light faded away to a deep darker purple, but his eyes still shined as vibrantly as ever.

I'd never done anything like this before. I didn't know what, if any, the difference was between the two. A part of me was a little scared to try any at all. I knew as **** went, weed was a pretty safe choice. But just that word. ****. It made it feel like a more serious thing. Still, I trusted Josh and I didn't want to seem uncool or boring...

"So what'll it be?"