Not in the Mood

You realize that while you were driving he was edging, and now he has an unfair advantage.

"Now? C'mon, man, I just came over. You're not even going to offer me a drink first?"

Begrudgingly, Bob leads you to the kitchen and hands you a beer. You hang out for an hour, but soon even you can't deny how horny you're feeling, especially after all that edging you did in the morning.

"Alright, c'mon, let's play," You rub your junk in anticipation.

"Now? Ehh... c'mon man, don't you want a drink first?" He playfully punches you on the shoulder as you undress.

The video he chooses has to be a joke - its some BDSM which looks like its straight out of Videodrome.

"Bro, you really need some help," You laugh.

With the shit that's on screen, you decide to jerk off to the only arousing thing in the room - Bob. You split your stares between his cock and his face, both objects arousing you equally. When Bob catches you out of the corner of his eye he does the same, dropping the pretense of watching the ridiculous movie he chose.

But he's too late - you've been watching the real erotica for a longer time, and you shoot your cannon balls all over your toned stomach, sighing as it trickles down your sides. The sexy display causes him to do the same, but at that point it doesn't matter. He knows he's losing his virginity tomorrow.

Annoyed with himself, he throws you a towel - "If you get any stains on my couch, bet or no bet I'm fucking you until you cry."

"Now you're being real naughty for a loser - maybe we'll have to order that whip after all...?"

You grin all the way home, delighted at how you managed to screw him over. You realize, of course, that he'll beat you eventually, but that's what a friendship is - giving and receiving.

But is this still a friendship, or is it something more? We're going to have sex tomorrow - does that make us boyfriends? Or are we just two bros fucking each other? Which would I prefer?

Frustrated, you turn on some Youtube and **** these thoughts from your head. I need to stop worrying like a woman - I'll just go with the flow.