2025-07-12, 03:40 PM
Friday! Finally! The long-awaited weekend had arrived, kicking off just a few hours earlier with the ringing of the school bell. Now the many participants, already warmed up, began their stretching exercises. One of them was my father, who was bustling around the living room of our small apartment.
"Where's my cell phone?" he mumbled. "I saw it a moment ago." He threw a box of tissues and a bag of candy off the table. "I can't possibly leave without my cell phone." Grinning, arms crossed, I watched him as he extended the mess that was standard in our house, which covered every table, shelf, and other piece of furniture, to the floor. Two long-outdated TV guides landed on the carpet, as did the DVD player remote. Still grinning, I left him to search and went into the kitchen to have a drink. Just as I had poured myself a drink, my father came into the room. Okay, room wasn't quite right, because technically the kitchen and living room were one room, divided only by the flooring. Where the carpet ended, so did the living room, and immediately after that, the white tiles, i.e., the kitchen, began.
"So?" I asked. "Did you find it?" My dad nodded and held out his cell phone, beaming. "Then the day is saved," I grinned. Without replying, he put the phone in his pocket and reached for his car keys, which were lying on the dashboard. "I'll be back tomorrow morning!" he said. "So don't do anything stupid," I added to his brief farewell speech. He looked at me with a mock reproachful look. "Don't be so cheeky!" he said. "I'm not cheeky," I replied. "Don't worry. I'm old enough to take care of myself, and anyway...you go away every Friday." "Yeah, I know," my dad sighed. "But I'm just afraid you'll burn down the apartment if I'm not here, or that you'll be abducted by aliens, which would be good for you, by the way. Maybe they can raise you, since I obviously can't." He pointed to the open bottle of Fanta that was behind me. As instructed, I put the cap back on, screwed the bottle shut, and put it back in the drinks crate. "It could also be," my father continued, "that you throw parties here until six in the morning with the motto 'Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n' Roll'..." He paused, a smile crossing his lips. From a hundred kilometers away, you could see that he liked the idea, after all, he was a bit of a rocker himself. "Whatever." He waved his hand as if to brush the thought away, to regain his senses. "Just spend the evening like you always do, then nothing can go wrong." "Will do," I grinned. I preferred to obey orders for fun. "Good. Then I'll get going soon enough..." He turned to leave. "There are two pizzas and fries in the freezer. Chips are in the living room and...oh yeah! I just remembered, how was the history test?" I rolled my eyes. I'd actually hoped he'd forgotten. "Not so good. Sixteen points," I replied. "Out of?" "A lot." "Grade?" "Five," I said unhappily, but my dad just grinned. "Nerd. I only got Cs in history." He disappeared, and I heard him take his jacket off the hook in the hallway and put it on. "There's a little consolation prize in the fridge. I've already had two, though. So there's only sixteen left!" he called to me. "But not all at once!" With those words, he opened the apartment door, threw a quick "Bye, see you tomorrow!" toward the kitchen, and then steamed off. Once again, he didn't say where he was going. Every Friday he left me alone (which didn't bother me at all) and didn't come back until the next day. I suspected he had a girlfriend and wanted to keep her secret from me, but every time I asked him about it, I only got vague answers that I couldn't relate to. That was one thing—I think the only thing—that bothered me about him. If he was really going to see his sweetheart, he could just tell me. After all, I wasn't a little kid anymore. Knowing him, he was probably just afraid I wouldn't accept her and would blame him, saying he wanted to replace my mother and so on. She, by the way, lived separately from us (as you might have guessed from the previous sentence). Since I was born, she had paid little or no attention to me, so my dad eventually got custody. That was fine with me, because he really was the best father anyone could wish for. At least, that's how I saw it. I was also reminded of this when I opened the refrigerator and saw the promised 'consolation prize.' Three six-packs of Beck's glittered merrily in the middle shelf. I closed the fridge again with a smile. My little dad was truly the best.
Maybe I'll just tell you a little bit about him and me.
Well, he wasn't actually short, even though I always claimed he was. In fact, he was quite tall, somewhere between 1.80m and 1.90m. His name was Philip, he was thirty-two years young, slim, fairly muscular—not too much, just the way I thought women liked it—with dark blue eyes and dark-blond hair, slightly shaved at the back and falling in stray strands around his face. He usually wore ripped jeans and baggy T-shirts with a picture of some rock band, adorned with studs and sweatbands, and hadn't been able to part with his old sneakers for at least ten years. His body was adorned with numerous tattoos in places I most likely, and thankfully, didn't recognize all of them, and he had a piercing in his right eyebrow, just like me.
His appearance reflected his behavior, as he remained quite youthful on the inside, which only worked to my advantage. Maybe that's why we got along so well. Besides, compared to other families, we were very close in age. He and my mum had been 'lucky' enough to become parents at sixteen, which was probably the reason for the later separation, because who wanted to be an adult at that age? So all the work, that is, me, fell to my dad, and today I was a happy teenager who saw his father more as a big brother than a teacher.
But enough of that. Now to me.
My name is Manuel, known as Manu. I'm sixteen years old, 1.75m tall, and weigh 62kg, so I'm quite slim, unfortunately not quite as muscular. When it comes to my eyes and hair, I take after my dad. As I just mentioned, I have an eyebrow piercing, one in my tongue, and one in my left nipple. I don't have any tattoos yet, but the appointment is already set for next week. Well, my dad just allowed anything. Well, almost...
When it comes to clothes, I like to wear colorful things, like red pants and a yellow shirt. I know it looks awful, but I like it. Today, however, I was dressed 'normally' for once: light blue jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. Much to Maik's delight, because he had a date with me like every Friday, and he said my color combinations would make him go blind one day.
By the way, Maik was my best friend ever since we sat in the sandbox together, and after he stomped on my sand cake at kindergarten and I got into a fight with him, we just couldn't stay away from each other.
My thoughts had barely landed on him when the doorbell rang. On my way there, I glanced at the digital display on the clock radio in the kitchen—4 p.m. Punctual as always, the boy. In the hallway, I pressed the buzzer and opened the apartment door, waiting for a completely harried Maik to bound down the stairs to meet me. And sure enough, he did! Not even two minutes later, he was standing in front of me, puffing and panting. "Why do you have to live on the fifth floor?" he gasped. "You always say the same thing. No 'hello,' nothing at all. Just complaints," I chided. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. First of all, hello," he said, and I stepped aside with a grin to let him in. "Just saw your dad," he said as he took off his shoes and denim jacket and I closed the door. "He looked really good enough to eat again!" Maik beamed, earning me a reproachful look. "You know..." I started, and Maik finished the sentence with a sigh. "No crush on your dad, I know." "But he's still hot," he added, once we were already in the kitchen. Grinning, my hand slipped and I aimed straight for his left cheek, but Maik dodged it skillfully, so I only caught air. "So, what did you catch?" he asked cheekily, and I poked him in the side, laughing. "Idiot!" "Asshole!" he countered, pinching me lightly in the stomach. I immediately screamed because I was particularly ticklish there. Maik knew that, of course, but before he could pounce on me and carry out his evil plan to tickle me, I ripped open the refrigerator door. "Look!" I called out hastily, and as I'd hoped, he was distracted by the beer. "Great!" he exclaimed, immediately taking a bottle. I followed his example, and we headed up to my room with the bottle opener.
The rest of the evening was in every way similar to previous Fridays. Endless fooling around and pillow fights, tears of laughter, alcohol, pizza and chips, one comedy show after another, and even more laughter and even more alcohol. I had no idea how much I'd already drunk, but judging by my nausea, it must have been enough. Maik seemed completely fed up too, because as he put the empty bottle, which had just been half full, on the floor, he slurred, "This far and no further!" I giggled for no reason and sank down onto the covers next to him. "Man, I'm drunk!" Maik chuckled, turned onto his side, and placed a hand on my stomach. "Say, Manulein, you're not feeling sick, are you?" Grumbling, yet with a grin on my face, I pushed his hand away. "Stop fiddling with me!" I ordered. "And don't call me Manulein!" "Okay, Manulein!" he laughed, letting his hand wander under my T-shirt. For those who didn't know: Maik wasn't into girls – but I was.
"You're so gay!" I laughed, trying to get rid of his hand. "I know," Maik replied mischievously, pushing my shirt further and further up. He wasn't just gay, he was also horny, and since I could barely resist due to my alcohol levels, he had my shirt completely off in a short time. Then, after an even shorter struggle, he finally lay on my stomach, staring at me with glassy hazel eyes. "Get off me!" I said, trying to push him off, but to no avail. "You're heavy! I can't breathe!" Maik giggled. "That rhymes." I gave him a crooked grin, and there was a brief pause during which he kissed the tip of my nose. I grimaced in disgust. "I'm not gay!" I blurted out. Maik pouted and stroked my hair. "You always say the same thing." "What else should I say?" I replied. He smiled mischievously. "Maik, you're so hot! I need you! I want you! Kiss me! Here and now!" We burst into laughter. "You'd love that!" I grinned, and he nodded. "I think it's such a shame you're not gay." He stroked my cheek. "You're such a handsome little guy." "Don't call me little guy," I grumbled. "Okay, Manulein." I was about to reply when a heart-wrenching yawn interrupted me. The beer was slowly making me tired. With another yawn, I closed my eyes. "Get down already!" I mumbled. "Or do you want to lie here all night?" "Mhm," I heard Maik's voice, still right above my face. "I actually want something completely different," he added, and before I knew it, I felt him kissing me. My eyes popped open in shock, but immediately closed them again as Maik gently brushed his tongue over my lips. I was tired, I felt sick, both of which were due to the alcohol, and at the moment I didn't care about anything. Besides, he wouldn't leave me alone until he had what he wanted anyway. So I slowly opened my mouth and let his tongue in. My tongue also came to life, and we lost ourselves in a long, passionate kiss that I began to moan. Maik seemed to like that, because he pulled away from me to shine a satisfied glow on me that would have made any neon light jealous. "Wow!" he breathed, running his hand through my hair again. "You're absolutely amazing!" he smiled. "Thank you!" I grinned and closed my eyes again as that loyal soul on top of me went in for another kiss. He, too, began to moan softly as I gently massaged his neck with my left hand and let my right hand glide over his back and down to his butt. "Manu!" he whispered excitedly into my left ear. "You're so hot!" He nibbled on my earlobe and then worked his way down to my neck, sucking hard as if he wanted to give me a hickey. I usually hated that kind of thing, but since he had chosen my neck for this and it was my secret erogenous zone, I willingly let him have his fun. When he then started stroking my breast and then my stomach, and when he finally started to unzip my pants, it was as if a fuse had blown inside me. My moans grew louder and louder, I got goosebumps from excitement, and I was, to put it bluntly, horny as a neighbor's slob. His hand wandered under my shorts, and while he massaged my stiff cock, I got him to let go of my neck and give me another French kiss, more passionate than I'd ever had with any other girl before.
My hands were already under his shirt, and the more his hand slid up and down my cock, the more I dug my claws into his back. After a few minutes, I realized it must be hurting him, but he just carried on without letting on. Nevertheless, I stopped and took off his T-shirt instead, although we had to break off our kiss to do so. To prevent this from happening again, I also took off his pants and shorts, and he took off all my clothes as well. Now we were both lying completely naked on my bed and continued our lovemaking. Maik continued where he left off, and I started moaning again. I ran my fingers through his short, reddish-brown hair and only now noticed his wonderful scent of shampoo and shower gel. My hands found their place on his neck and his now bare bottom for the second time, and I devotedly caressed his neck with my lips, only interrupting to whisper, "You smell so good," into his ear. Maik smiled and kissed me tenderly on the forehead, nose, and mouth. I smiled back seductively. He looked a little puzzled when I suddenly pushed him away, but when he realized I had only turned him onto his back and then snuggled up close to him, the surprise disappeared from his eyes. After more kisses, some of which lasted minutes, and more caresses on all sorts of parts of our bodies, I finally dared to take the step Maik had probably always wanted—at least that's what I interpreted from the sounds he made as I knelt over him, took his stiff cock in my hand, and jerked him off. "Manu!" he moaned. I smiled and watched his chest rise and fall faster and faster the closer he came to climax. "Manu! You're so horny... You..." He bit his lower lip and every muscle in his body tensed. Grinning, I leaned over him, naturally not letting go of his cock, and gently pushed my tongue into his mouth. Even as we kissed, his arousal increased in the said climax, and the sign of his satisfaction spread across my stomach. I didn't really care, though, so I just kept kissing him until he gently pushed me away. Apparently, he needed time to catch his breath. I sat down next to him, snuggled close to him, and stroked his chest while he hugged me, still panting heavily. He kissed me on the forehead and smiled at me. "Wow!" he just sighed. I giggled. "You're repeating yourself." Instead of replying, he stroked my cheek and closed his eyes. I'd seen Maik sleeping many times before, but with that content and happy expression on his face, he looked like an angel, if such a thing existed. What I also noticed, unfortunately, was that I was seeing double. I shook my head, but my impaired vision remained, so I quickly closed my eyes and kissed him for the umpteenth time.
"Don't fall asleep!" I said quietly, when, minutes after our kiss ended, he still hadn't opened his eyes and his breathing had evened out. Maik just grumbled a little, but still looked at me. I smiled, stroked his nose, and our tongues met again. Then my lips wandered over the rest of his face. I covered every single square inch with little kisses until I reached his neck and his ear. "Blow me!" I breathed, because I still had a hard-on. Maik looked at me in a way I couldn't interpret, and I was afraid I'd gone too far, but he lovingly turned me onto my back and bent down to my lower abdomen. Now I was the one moaning his name loudly, my breathing getting faster and faster. I clutched the covers and closed my eyes. Maik was really doing a very good job, too good, actually. Much better than my last girlfriend. I quickly dismissed that thought and concentrated only on what I felt.
Maik started slowly, kissing me from my loins to the insides of my thighs before getting down to the 'real thing' and touching my cock with his lips. His tongue played with my glans, licking it gently, igniting indescribable feelings within me. He repeatedly stroked my legs with his hands, making me feel all wet and fuzzy. I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Maik must have noticed this, too, because he became more intense and began sucking on my best part like an ice cream, until he was practically sucking on it. Finally, he took my cock completely into his mouth, and I felt the warmth enveloping it. He let his lips glide over it faster and faster until finally, with a hoarse scream, I came and squirted right in his mouth. A relieved and satisfied smile spread across my face, and Maik smiled at me too. He willingly swallowed my semen and then worked his way back up, kissing and stroking me, while I tried to get my breathing under control. By the time I finally managed that, Maik was already lying next to me, snuggled up close to me, stroking my cheek. "You're so hot!" he repeated, kissed my neck, and closed his eyes. All I could do was smile blissfully and hug him a little tighter. Then I followed his example and closed my eyes, drifting off to dreamland with him.
The next morning, I felt like my head had swollen to twice its size and become correspondingly heavier. Even as I fought to wake up, I swore to myself I'd never drink alcohol again, though I'd forget about it by next weekend at the latest. After all, I knew myself very well.
After a while, I laboriously opened my eyes and blinked in the bright sunlight that shone through the window and fell onto the bed. Maik was lying next to me, asleep. Wait a minute. Maik was lying next to me? Okay, nothing new. But so close? And naked too? To my horror, I realized I was naked too. Groaning, I clutched my aching head and tried to remember what had happened yesterday.
"Blow me!" I heard myself saying in the past, and I rolled my eyes. Oh, no! Maik hadn't... Yes, he had, I remembered. And me? Had I given him a blowjob too? I couldn't find an answer in my sketchy memories. I only knew that something had happened, but what, that was the question. Whatever it was, it was definitely bad; something like that shouldn't happen between best friends if you wanted to remain best friends.
After minutes of pondering, I finally carefully separated myself from Maik, not wanting to wake him, and got up. First, I found myself some new shorts and went to the shower in the bathroom next door. When I stepped out of my room, my dad was already greeting me in a good mood, and I hastily closed the door behind me so he wouldn't see Maik naked. I didn't want him to think anything wrong with me.
"Good morning, little one! Did you sleep well?" "So-so," I grumbled, and my dad laughed. "You look like you two didn't have much beer left. How long did you have to do it?" "I have no idea," came my short reply, and my dad must have realized I was too old to talk to him yet, because he left me alone and went back to his coffee. Relieved that I wouldn't have to endure any more questions, I went into the bathroom, took off my underwear, and jumped in the shower, although jumping wasn't quite the right word, because I waited until the water was warm. Yes, I admit, I'm a wimp, so what?
Anyway, I was just using my shampoo when I heard the bathroom door open. Since the foam was running from my hair and down my face, I couldn't see who came in, but really, it could only be one person anyway, since my dad had the decency to avoid the bathroom while I was in the shower. So, it was Maik.
"Where's my cell phone?" he mumbled. "I saw it a moment ago." He threw a box of tissues and a bag of candy off the table. "I can't possibly leave without my cell phone." Grinning, arms crossed, I watched him as he extended the mess that was standard in our house, which covered every table, shelf, and other piece of furniture, to the floor. Two long-outdated TV guides landed on the carpet, as did the DVD player remote. Still grinning, I left him to search and went into the kitchen to have a drink. Just as I had poured myself a drink, my father came into the room. Okay, room wasn't quite right, because technically the kitchen and living room were one room, divided only by the flooring. Where the carpet ended, so did the living room, and immediately after that, the white tiles, i.e., the kitchen, began.
"So?" I asked. "Did you find it?" My dad nodded and held out his cell phone, beaming. "Then the day is saved," I grinned. Without replying, he put the phone in his pocket and reached for his car keys, which were lying on the dashboard. "I'll be back tomorrow morning!" he said. "So don't do anything stupid," I added to his brief farewell speech. He looked at me with a mock reproachful look. "Don't be so cheeky!" he said. "I'm not cheeky," I replied. "Don't worry. I'm old enough to take care of myself, and anyway...you go away every Friday." "Yeah, I know," my dad sighed. "But I'm just afraid you'll burn down the apartment if I'm not here, or that you'll be abducted by aliens, which would be good for you, by the way. Maybe they can raise you, since I obviously can't." He pointed to the open bottle of Fanta that was behind me. As instructed, I put the cap back on, screwed the bottle shut, and put it back in the drinks crate. "It could also be," my father continued, "that you throw parties here until six in the morning with the motto 'Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n' Roll'..." He paused, a smile crossing his lips. From a hundred kilometers away, you could see that he liked the idea, after all, he was a bit of a rocker himself. "Whatever." He waved his hand as if to brush the thought away, to regain his senses. "Just spend the evening like you always do, then nothing can go wrong." "Will do," I grinned. I preferred to obey orders for fun. "Good. Then I'll get going soon enough..." He turned to leave. "There are two pizzas and fries in the freezer. Chips are in the living room and...oh yeah! I just remembered, how was the history test?" I rolled my eyes. I'd actually hoped he'd forgotten. "Not so good. Sixteen points," I replied. "Out of?" "A lot." "Grade?" "Five," I said unhappily, but my dad just grinned. "Nerd. I only got Cs in history." He disappeared, and I heard him take his jacket off the hook in the hallway and put it on. "There's a little consolation prize in the fridge. I've already had two, though. So there's only sixteen left!" he called to me. "But not all at once!" With those words, he opened the apartment door, threw a quick "Bye, see you tomorrow!" toward the kitchen, and then steamed off. Once again, he didn't say where he was going. Every Friday he left me alone (which didn't bother me at all) and didn't come back until the next day. I suspected he had a girlfriend and wanted to keep her secret from me, but every time I asked him about it, I only got vague answers that I couldn't relate to. That was one thing—I think the only thing—that bothered me about him. If he was really going to see his sweetheart, he could just tell me. After all, I wasn't a little kid anymore. Knowing him, he was probably just afraid I wouldn't accept her and would blame him, saying he wanted to replace my mother and so on. She, by the way, lived separately from us (as you might have guessed from the previous sentence). Since I was born, she had paid little or no attention to me, so my dad eventually got custody. That was fine with me, because he really was the best father anyone could wish for. At least, that's how I saw it. I was also reminded of this when I opened the refrigerator and saw the promised 'consolation prize.' Three six-packs of Beck's glittered merrily in the middle shelf. I closed the fridge again with a smile. My little dad was truly the best.
Maybe I'll just tell you a little bit about him and me.
Well, he wasn't actually short, even though I always claimed he was. In fact, he was quite tall, somewhere between 1.80m and 1.90m. His name was Philip, he was thirty-two years young, slim, fairly muscular—not too much, just the way I thought women liked it—with dark blue eyes and dark-blond hair, slightly shaved at the back and falling in stray strands around his face. He usually wore ripped jeans and baggy T-shirts with a picture of some rock band, adorned with studs and sweatbands, and hadn't been able to part with his old sneakers for at least ten years. His body was adorned with numerous tattoos in places I most likely, and thankfully, didn't recognize all of them, and he had a piercing in his right eyebrow, just like me.
His appearance reflected his behavior, as he remained quite youthful on the inside, which only worked to my advantage. Maybe that's why we got along so well. Besides, compared to other families, we were very close in age. He and my mum had been 'lucky' enough to become parents at sixteen, which was probably the reason for the later separation, because who wanted to be an adult at that age? So all the work, that is, me, fell to my dad, and today I was a happy teenager who saw his father more as a big brother than a teacher.
But enough of that. Now to me.
My name is Manuel, known as Manu. I'm sixteen years old, 1.75m tall, and weigh 62kg, so I'm quite slim, unfortunately not quite as muscular. When it comes to my eyes and hair, I take after my dad. As I just mentioned, I have an eyebrow piercing, one in my tongue, and one in my left nipple. I don't have any tattoos yet, but the appointment is already set for next week. Well, my dad just allowed anything. Well, almost...
When it comes to clothes, I like to wear colorful things, like red pants and a yellow shirt. I know it looks awful, but I like it. Today, however, I was dressed 'normally' for once: light blue jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. Much to Maik's delight, because he had a date with me like every Friday, and he said my color combinations would make him go blind one day.
By the way, Maik was my best friend ever since we sat in the sandbox together, and after he stomped on my sand cake at kindergarten and I got into a fight with him, we just couldn't stay away from each other.
My thoughts had barely landed on him when the doorbell rang. On my way there, I glanced at the digital display on the clock radio in the kitchen—4 p.m. Punctual as always, the boy. In the hallway, I pressed the buzzer and opened the apartment door, waiting for a completely harried Maik to bound down the stairs to meet me. And sure enough, he did! Not even two minutes later, he was standing in front of me, puffing and panting. "Why do you have to live on the fifth floor?" he gasped. "You always say the same thing. No 'hello,' nothing at all. Just complaints," I chided. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. First of all, hello," he said, and I stepped aside with a grin to let him in. "Just saw your dad," he said as he took off his shoes and denim jacket and I closed the door. "He looked really good enough to eat again!" Maik beamed, earning me a reproachful look. "You know..." I started, and Maik finished the sentence with a sigh. "No crush on your dad, I know." "But he's still hot," he added, once we were already in the kitchen. Grinning, my hand slipped and I aimed straight for his left cheek, but Maik dodged it skillfully, so I only caught air. "So, what did you catch?" he asked cheekily, and I poked him in the side, laughing. "Idiot!" "Asshole!" he countered, pinching me lightly in the stomach. I immediately screamed because I was particularly ticklish there. Maik knew that, of course, but before he could pounce on me and carry out his evil plan to tickle me, I ripped open the refrigerator door. "Look!" I called out hastily, and as I'd hoped, he was distracted by the beer. "Great!" he exclaimed, immediately taking a bottle. I followed his example, and we headed up to my room with the bottle opener.
The rest of the evening was in every way similar to previous Fridays. Endless fooling around and pillow fights, tears of laughter, alcohol, pizza and chips, one comedy show after another, and even more laughter and even more alcohol. I had no idea how much I'd already drunk, but judging by my nausea, it must have been enough. Maik seemed completely fed up too, because as he put the empty bottle, which had just been half full, on the floor, he slurred, "This far and no further!" I giggled for no reason and sank down onto the covers next to him. "Man, I'm drunk!" Maik chuckled, turned onto his side, and placed a hand on my stomach. "Say, Manulein, you're not feeling sick, are you?" Grumbling, yet with a grin on my face, I pushed his hand away. "Stop fiddling with me!" I ordered. "And don't call me Manulein!" "Okay, Manulein!" he laughed, letting his hand wander under my T-shirt. For those who didn't know: Maik wasn't into girls – but I was.
"You're so gay!" I laughed, trying to get rid of his hand. "I know," Maik replied mischievously, pushing my shirt further and further up. He wasn't just gay, he was also horny, and since I could barely resist due to my alcohol levels, he had my shirt completely off in a short time. Then, after an even shorter struggle, he finally lay on my stomach, staring at me with glassy hazel eyes. "Get off me!" I said, trying to push him off, but to no avail. "You're heavy! I can't breathe!" Maik giggled. "That rhymes." I gave him a crooked grin, and there was a brief pause during which he kissed the tip of my nose. I grimaced in disgust. "I'm not gay!" I blurted out. Maik pouted and stroked my hair. "You always say the same thing." "What else should I say?" I replied. He smiled mischievously. "Maik, you're so hot! I need you! I want you! Kiss me! Here and now!" We burst into laughter. "You'd love that!" I grinned, and he nodded. "I think it's such a shame you're not gay." He stroked my cheek. "You're such a handsome little guy." "Don't call me little guy," I grumbled. "Okay, Manulein." I was about to reply when a heart-wrenching yawn interrupted me. The beer was slowly making me tired. With another yawn, I closed my eyes. "Get down already!" I mumbled. "Or do you want to lie here all night?" "Mhm," I heard Maik's voice, still right above my face. "I actually want something completely different," he added, and before I knew it, I felt him kissing me. My eyes popped open in shock, but immediately closed them again as Maik gently brushed his tongue over my lips. I was tired, I felt sick, both of which were due to the alcohol, and at the moment I didn't care about anything. Besides, he wouldn't leave me alone until he had what he wanted anyway. So I slowly opened my mouth and let his tongue in. My tongue also came to life, and we lost ourselves in a long, passionate kiss that I began to moan. Maik seemed to like that, because he pulled away from me to shine a satisfied glow on me that would have made any neon light jealous. "Wow!" he breathed, running his hand through my hair again. "You're absolutely amazing!" he smiled. "Thank you!" I grinned and closed my eyes again as that loyal soul on top of me went in for another kiss. He, too, began to moan softly as I gently massaged his neck with my left hand and let my right hand glide over his back and down to his butt. "Manu!" he whispered excitedly into my left ear. "You're so hot!" He nibbled on my earlobe and then worked his way down to my neck, sucking hard as if he wanted to give me a hickey. I usually hated that kind of thing, but since he had chosen my neck for this and it was my secret erogenous zone, I willingly let him have his fun. When he then started stroking my breast and then my stomach, and when he finally started to unzip my pants, it was as if a fuse had blown inside me. My moans grew louder and louder, I got goosebumps from excitement, and I was, to put it bluntly, horny as a neighbor's slob. His hand wandered under my shorts, and while he massaged my stiff cock, I got him to let go of my neck and give me another French kiss, more passionate than I'd ever had with any other girl before.
My hands were already under his shirt, and the more his hand slid up and down my cock, the more I dug my claws into his back. After a few minutes, I realized it must be hurting him, but he just carried on without letting on. Nevertheless, I stopped and took off his T-shirt instead, although we had to break off our kiss to do so. To prevent this from happening again, I also took off his pants and shorts, and he took off all my clothes as well. Now we were both lying completely naked on my bed and continued our lovemaking. Maik continued where he left off, and I started moaning again. I ran my fingers through his short, reddish-brown hair and only now noticed his wonderful scent of shampoo and shower gel. My hands found their place on his neck and his now bare bottom for the second time, and I devotedly caressed his neck with my lips, only interrupting to whisper, "You smell so good," into his ear. Maik smiled and kissed me tenderly on the forehead, nose, and mouth. I smiled back seductively. He looked a little puzzled when I suddenly pushed him away, but when he realized I had only turned him onto his back and then snuggled up close to him, the surprise disappeared from his eyes. After more kisses, some of which lasted minutes, and more caresses on all sorts of parts of our bodies, I finally dared to take the step Maik had probably always wanted—at least that's what I interpreted from the sounds he made as I knelt over him, took his stiff cock in my hand, and jerked him off. "Manu!" he moaned. I smiled and watched his chest rise and fall faster and faster the closer he came to climax. "Manu! You're so horny... You..." He bit his lower lip and every muscle in his body tensed. Grinning, I leaned over him, naturally not letting go of his cock, and gently pushed my tongue into his mouth. Even as we kissed, his arousal increased in the said climax, and the sign of his satisfaction spread across my stomach. I didn't really care, though, so I just kept kissing him until he gently pushed me away. Apparently, he needed time to catch his breath. I sat down next to him, snuggled close to him, and stroked his chest while he hugged me, still panting heavily. He kissed me on the forehead and smiled at me. "Wow!" he just sighed. I giggled. "You're repeating yourself." Instead of replying, he stroked my cheek and closed his eyes. I'd seen Maik sleeping many times before, but with that content and happy expression on his face, he looked like an angel, if such a thing existed. What I also noticed, unfortunately, was that I was seeing double. I shook my head, but my impaired vision remained, so I quickly closed my eyes and kissed him for the umpteenth time.
"Don't fall asleep!" I said quietly, when, minutes after our kiss ended, he still hadn't opened his eyes and his breathing had evened out. Maik just grumbled a little, but still looked at me. I smiled, stroked his nose, and our tongues met again. Then my lips wandered over the rest of his face. I covered every single square inch with little kisses until I reached his neck and his ear. "Blow me!" I breathed, because I still had a hard-on. Maik looked at me in a way I couldn't interpret, and I was afraid I'd gone too far, but he lovingly turned me onto my back and bent down to my lower abdomen. Now I was the one moaning his name loudly, my breathing getting faster and faster. I clutched the covers and closed my eyes. Maik was really doing a very good job, too good, actually. Much better than my last girlfriend. I quickly dismissed that thought and concentrated only on what I felt.
Maik started slowly, kissing me from my loins to the insides of my thighs before getting down to the 'real thing' and touching my cock with his lips. His tongue played with my glans, licking it gently, igniting indescribable feelings within me. He repeatedly stroked my legs with his hands, making me feel all wet and fuzzy. I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Maik must have noticed this, too, because he became more intense and began sucking on my best part like an ice cream, until he was practically sucking on it. Finally, he took my cock completely into his mouth, and I felt the warmth enveloping it. He let his lips glide over it faster and faster until finally, with a hoarse scream, I came and squirted right in his mouth. A relieved and satisfied smile spread across my face, and Maik smiled at me too. He willingly swallowed my semen and then worked his way back up, kissing and stroking me, while I tried to get my breathing under control. By the time I finally managed that, Maik was already lying next to me, snuggled up close to me, stroking my cheek. "You're so hot!" he repeated, kissed my neck, and closed his eyes. All I could do was smile blissfully and hug him a little tighter. Then I followed his example and closed my eyes, drifting off to dreamland with him.
The next morning, I felt like my head had swollen to twice its size and become correspondingly heavier. Even as I fought to wake up, I swore to myself I'd never drink alcohol again, though I'd forget about it by next weekend at the latest. After all, I knew myself very well.
After a while, I laboriously opened my eyes and blinked in the bright sunlight that shone through the window and fell onto the bed. Maik was lying next to me, asleep. Wait a minute. Maik was lying next to me? Okay, nothing new. But so close? And naked too? To my horror, I realized I was naked too. Groaning, I clutched my aching head and tried to remember what had happened yesterday.
"Blow me!" I heard myself saying in the past, and I rolled my eyes. Oh, no! Maik hadn't... Yes, he had, I remembered. And me? Had I given him a blowjob too? I couldn't find an answer in my sketchy memories. I only knew that something had happened, but what, that was the question. Whatever it was, it was definitely bad; something like that shouldn't happen between best friends if you wanted to remain best friends.
After minutes of pondering, I finally carefully separated myself from Maik, not wanting to wake him, and got up. First, I found myself some new shorts and went to the shower in the bathroom next door. When I stepped out of my room, my dad was already greeting me in a good mood, and I hastily closed the door behind me so he wouldn't see Maik naked. I didn't want him to think anything wrong with me.
"Good morning, little one! Did you sleep well?" "So-so," I grumbled, and my dad laughed. "You look like you two didn't have much beer left. How long did you have to do it?" "I have no idea," came my short reply, and my dad must have realized I was too old to talk to him yet, because he left me alone and went back to his coffee. Relieved that I wouldn't have to endure any more questions, I went into the bathroom, took off my underwear, and jumped in the shower, although jumping wasn't quite the right word, because I waited until the water was warm. Yes, I admit, I'm a wimp, so what?
Anyway, I was just using my shampoo when I heard the bathroom door open. Since the foam was running from my hair and down my face, I couldn't see who came in, but really, it could only be one person anyway, since my dad had the decency to avoid the bathroom while I was in the shower. So, it was Maik.