Best Friends

Hello, fellow horny people! I've never put a story on this format before, so please forgive me if it isn't amazing. This story is a slow start, but I like that, personally. Bear with me through the setting up of it all, and I'm hoping you'll enjoy what comes after. I'll be adding more parts of this soon because I've already written it, and I want to get it out there. There's a whole crazy world in my head that I've been slowly adding to, and I hope that you all like it as much as I do. Any input is appreciated!

Chapter One

Charlie was an average guy. He had a job, his own place to live. He spent a lot of his free time at home online exploring his "interests." For as long as he could remember, he had been absorbed by fantasies in many kink circles, long before he ever knew that those circles existed. He had spent a lot of time trying to hide those thoughts, or by distracting himself with more generic porn, until finally he grew to accept that it was okay to have more varied interests than most admitted.

After at last accepting that he enjoyed spankings, humiliation, and bdsm, he was free to begin exploring bully and bisexual porn. He wasn't gay, but he could not deny to himself that a nice cock had the same effect on him as a pair of tits.

On this particular night, he was scrolling down his NSFW Reddit feed, idly grabbing his dick periodically, when a message from another app popped up. He had been waiting anxiously for it, and immediately opened the message to be greeted by an amateur image of a pair of large tits, with cum dripping from one of the barely pink nipples as well as down the cleavage. Charlie recognized the breasts instantly, due mostly to a petite, well-crafted tattoo that crept from just beside the right nipple and followed the natural curve downward. This particular conversation contained many images of the same woman's body, interspersed with texts back and forth.

Charlie loved when his online friend shared such pictures with him. He excitedly typed, "Holy shit, you do that??"

"You know I did" came back almost instantly. "Had to share my art with someone who appreciates it."

This conversation had begun months ago, when Charlie made a post about looking for people near him with similar interests. An account by the name of NormalGuyAnon replied after a bit, and they quickly bonded over fetishes. That bond grew over time to include video games, movies, food preferences. A friendship grew beyond the porn, and Charlie loved it.

"What happened after the pic?"

"She had some work thing in the morning and had to leave." Charlie only now realized that it was well past midnight. "I made her leave my place without cleaning up though haha."

Charlie was a sucker for humiliation. "She didn't try anything??"

"She likes it, plus she doesn't want to lose out on what I've got ;)."

"I don't even know what you're working with," Charlie replied, his heartbeat suddenly picking up speed. He and his friend had never crossed into the "personal pic trading" territory, but he felt bold tonight. "Can't be THAT crazy :p."

Not even thirty seconds passed before he received another picture. His mouth dropped open a bit at the perfectly shaped cock that laid halfway down the man's tattooed thigh. His own dick pulsed once, and he typed, "No way that's you!"

Another minute later, another picture came in, with Charlie's online name written along the length of the penis. "Believe it now?"

"Holy fuck," was all Charlie could think to say.

"What, you bigger?" NormalGuyAnon sent back quickly. Charlie was very confident in his size, but that dick might have had him beat.

His mind raced. His friend wanted to actually compare dicks in a way that mostly maintained a heterosexual tone. He decided that one pic deserved another. Carefully, he wrote the man's username down the length of his dick, and snapped a picture.

In almost no time at all, a response came. "Haha not too bad. I think I win, though ;)."

Charlie felt conflicting emotions. What the hell did the "haha" mean?! He sent back, "We'll have to find out in person sometime."

"Oh, we will." The other man demonstrated a natural ability to be slightly more in control, Charlie had come to realize over time. Little comments like that were not uncommon. Charlie was not naturally submissive, but he could not deny the excitement that came with the thought of someone seizing control.

But he liked to tempt his friend nonetheless. "Yeah, yeah. Keep my name on there, though. Looks good there." Anon sent a middle finger emoji and a laugh, then went offline. Charlie saved the images, then went to bed himself. As badly as the night's events made him want to cum, he also enjoyed teasing himself. He fell asleep with a half-hard cock.

The day went on like usual. Charlie's job was demanding, and he could not access his phone often. But every now and then, he would get a message with a gif of a pornstar on a ridiculous cock, or a random naked girl. Charlie would respond with similar messages as he had time.

It was crazy, Charlie thought to himself when he was back at home, that he and this person had been talking for months, and were truly close friends without knowing basic facts about each other. But he felt closer to Anon than he did to anyone in his real life.

Fuck it, he decided. He pulled up the app. "Hey, man, not to get all homo or whatever, but . . .." He took a breath. "My name is Charlie. I live on the south side of town, and I do construction." His hands shook slightly, and he continued. "I just feel like we have a legit friendship, and I wanted to show it. Don't be all weird about it :p."

He tossed his phone aside after sending the message, and started up Cyberpunk to distract himself from the vulnerability that he now felt. But that only partially worked, and it was in the back of his mind for the entire twenty minutes until he got a reply.

"Haha--" Charlie cursed the man's cockiness--"there's no homo in that, homie. I've thought the same for a while. I'm Sam. I live near the southside, actually, and I'm a project manager for a construction company. Good to meet you :)."

Charlie gasped audibly. "What company??" Sam laughed and told him, and Charlie breathed a sigh of relief because it was not the company that he himself worked for. "I won't get all mushy again, but I feel better now. Thanks for being so cool."

"Of course, man. I do too." That was followed almost immediately with an image of a naked woman's ass, cum splattered across it as she looked back into the camera seductively. Charlie recognized her as a favorite pornstar of his, and he groaned.

"Fuck, man. I wonder if her dad knows about this haha." Another picture came in of the same actress, with three massive dicks laying across her face.

"I fuckin' hope so!" The idea that a pornstar's dad knew and appreciated her work was an interesting one.

Charlie paused for a moment, then sent, "You still have my name on that little dick, right?"

"Fuck you, and yes. You better have mine on you still, too." Charlie's grin melted. This had not been a well-thought-out plan. He knew he had to be honest.

"Ummm....it came off...." He did not know why, but he felt guilty, and nervous for a response. He had to wait for twelve brutally slow minutes.

"Not good, Charlie." He recoiled in shame at his real name being used. "I kept yours on me, and you should have done the same."

"Sorry! I didn't think it would be a big deal!"

Another seven-minute wait. Then: "Too late. Get a goddamn marker." A marker?!

"Haha good one."

"Not a fucking joke." Sam had never seemed so frustrated at him, and he had no idea why he was feeling a sense of arousal from it. But regardless, he wanted to be good, so he obeyed. It took a few moments of looking through the junk drawer in his kitchen, but finally he returned to his couch.

"Okay, okay. Got one."

More terrible waiting. "Naked. Now." Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me."

"What the fuck does that mean??"

"Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."

Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and waited.

Five minutes. Ten minutes. Seventeen minutes passed before Sam curtly replied, "Not enough." His shoulders sank. He drew several little hearts and smiley faces all over his dick and balls, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. He added larger faces where his pubic hair would be if he didn't stay relatively smooth. Then he sank to his knees on the floor, and took a picture from above, choosing to put his face in the frame, along with his doodled penis.

The wait for a response to that image pained him. Please be enough, he thought. He had finally sat back on the couch when Sam messaged him. "Cute try. Be a good boy next time and you won't have to make that little dick look so stupid :). No cleaning that shit off until I say so."

"Yessir," Charlie replied on instinct. He then cringed at the thought that their dynamic might be forever changed, but in a few moments felt relief when Sam returned to an average conversation for them. Pictures and gifs of porn, arguments about movies, and collectively complaining about an online game were discussed for the remainder of the night. Charlie felt a humiliating pleasure every time he looked down at his decorated cock.