Yes

Andrew braced himself for the inevitable, and his mouth was invaded by the Brian’s minty breath and warm slippery tongue.

They found their rhythm and continued making out for a good while, Andrew tolerating Brian’s groping, but directing it away from his crotch area.

Andrew opened his eyes for a second to look out the window, and was terrified of what he saw.

Mitch, one of his schoolmates, was sitting in his open-top convertible with a girl, and with Brian’s car’s heaters on, the windows had not steamed up and he could see right into their car and Andrew.

Andrew quickly ceased Frenching and dropped down onto Brian’s lap, below the sightline of the window.

Andrew remained down there, holding onto Brian’s pants to stop himself from slipping.

Brian naturally saw the situation differently, saying “Oh! Well, if you’re sure… Having trouble with my pants? I’ll just give you a hand”.

He lifted up his lower body, undid his belt and fly, then pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion, freeing his cock, which plonked down on Andrew’s head as Brian sat back down, eliciting an “Oops, sorry!” from the exposed young adult.

Andrew wanted to hurl; his best friend was showing him his cock and hoping his straight male best friend would suck on it.

On the flipside, Andrew had only seen cocks like that in porn; it was as big a policeman’s truncheon, and almost as hard, with veins running up it, and the circumcised head seemed almost angry.

How could Brian not have gotten a girl with a piece like this?!

Andrew was at an impasse; he was straight, and the thought of himself sucking another guy’s Johnson was the furthest thing from desirable.

However, this was a pivotal moment for Brian; he had never been in this position with a girl before, and a rejection at this point could prove catastrophic and put him off trying to date forever, especially considering Andrea would cease to exist after tonight.