Believe me, I'm Gay! E15 | I listened to my best friend get railed by a jock
Everyone is over the age of 18
This whole week is exclusively from Kai’s POV! I hope you love getting inside his head a little more.
We last left Believe me, I'm Gay! at Miles and Kai's first conflict. Up till then, Kai has been kind of a steller friend, helping Miles at every turn of his coming out journey and making sure he's doing it safely. Maybe though, Miles has taken it too far by expecting Kai to cater to his many sexual needs, when Kai has his own straight-guy needs. That being said, can we really blame Miles? Who amongst us wasn't cum hungry once we had a taste?
Sure, you get it. Will Kai understand?
Welcome to the 5th week of Believe me, I'm Gay!
From Kai's POV
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A couple of days passed with almost no messages between us. I kept checking my phone out of habit but nothing came through from Miles. I don’t think I truly realized how much we texted on the daily until there was this radio silence.
Knowing him as well as I do, I imagine he’s probably been freaking out, replaying everything that happened between us until his tiny head falls off.
On the outside, he’s a pretty controlled dude most of the time. I mean, you'll never see him get into any altercations in public. He's more of the go home and ruminate kind of guy. Besides his emotions, he doesn't let anything mess with his routine. I swear, sometimes I just shove chips down his mouth because I want to prove to him that having some won't kill him. Even our swim coach is always telling him to loosen up.
So his dick brain thing is pretty unusual. No judgement here, cause that's me too. To be honest, I don't think there's any guy our age that isn't thinking about getting his dick wet every couple seconds. Well, I thought Miles wasn't one of those guys, until he came out as gay.
It's a new side of my friend I hadn’t seen yet. When he was riding me the last time, I felt like I didn't even recognize his face at some points. He looked completely lost in a trance, chasing that high of being creampied like it was the only thing that mattered to him. For once, the guy just went after what he wanted to do, instead of worrying about the aftermath. Fuck, I’m even a little proud of him. Just sucks for me that he drained my pole before I had my hot date.
Alright, it's more than that. I'm pissed at him. He knew about my date and he fucked it up on purpose cause he was being a selfish prick.
I'm not going to be the one to text first.
It does remind me of my ex-girlfriend and the way she was after I took her virginity. There were two parts to it. She got real clingy, like she wanted my attention all the time. And, it kind of pushed an activate button inside her and she needed me to bang it out of her system.
I did pop Miles’ cherry, so I get it. But also, I was just helping him out, you know. I still want to be able to play the field while I’m in college. That's why I'm not tied down to any girl right now.
Did we fuck everything up?
Nah, we're too good of friends to let this come between us.
Maybe friends shouldn't fuck raw though…
My head probably fell off a couple times too..
We finally saw each other again at swim practice. The changing room was loud with guys slamming lockers and shouting, which made it not a great place to chat. I spotted Miles across the room and waited for him to look my way. When our eyes met, he gave a small nod but nothing more.
Yeah, he's been crying about this. I can recognize the way that he keeps his eyes on his bag. Those big eyes don't really hide anything.
After practice ended, I hung back near my locker while most of the guys filtered out. Miles grabbed his stuff and headed straight for one of the toilet stalls instead of changing in the open like we usually did. That was new. I waited until the stall door clicked shut and then walked over.
“Hey, you want to hang out later?” I ask through the door, trying to keep my voice casual. “We could game or grab food or whatever.”
“I have plans already.” I smile at the feeling of hearing his voice again.
“Yeah?” Miles opens the door, fully clothed, and seems startled by the way I'm standing in his way. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I repeat.
Those big eyes really give everything away. He looks scared to say the next thing, and from practice, I have learned to just give him a couple seconds to get to it.
“I didn't mean to ruin your date,” Miles says, left shoulder slumping from the weight of his swim bag.
“It's fine,” I say. He may be a horny inconsiderate fucker, but I don't enjoy seeing him uncomfortable with me like that. This is the same posture he gives other people.
“It won't happen again,” he says. He adjusts his bag, and checks his watch. “I gotta run.”
“What do you have going on?” I ask.
“Just some stuff,” my best friend replies while side-stepping out of the stall.
No details told me everything I needed to know. Miles' plans have meant just one thing lately. My stomach twisted at the thought.
“Dude, hang on. Who is it?” I lean against the wall outside the stall and keep my voice low. “Last time with that married guy, it got pretty intense. You looked half dead when I came in.”
Miles stayed quiet for a second. When he spoke again, I felt his walls blocking me out.
“I’ll be fine. Don't worry about me.”
How am I supposed to … not worry?
“I'll come by your place after.”
“Miles, just,” he stops in his tracks and turns around, “just be safe, alright?” I debate dabbing him up or giving him a hug. The sort of mix of the actions makes us both hesitate awkwardly, and I end up combing his damp bangs off his forehead. Dude still hasn't gone to a real barber, but feels like he's ready to meet strangers for sex. Fuck.
“I will.”
Something in my gut would not let me leave it like that. I found myself wandering around Miles' building, and about 10 minutes later I saw him open his door and let in a guy. The guy looks about our age. I might have seen him before at the campus gym.
I wait a couple more minutes then use the spare key I still have and slip into the residence.
Fuck, Kai, what the fuck are you doing?
Pushing my ear against Miles’ door. That's what I'm doing.
“Fuck yeah, bitch.” I hear the guy say. “Stick your tongue out. Uh huh, that's right, bitch.”
“Ahh…ahhh…ahh…” My heart drums at the sound of Miles’ moaning being broken up by dick slaps on his tongue.
“Yeah, you hungry for this cock?”
“GUHHH!”
My hand grabs the handle of the door immediately.
“Don't you fucking throw up on my shit, you slut.”
“GUH! GUH!”
My hand tightens around the metal door handle. I’ve been to Miles’ room so many times, I can see the exact layout of everything in my mind’s eye. I bet he's on his knees in the middle of the carpet, holding the jock’s calves while getting his mouth pummeled.
“That's right, bitch. Suck it. There you go.”
He sounds like a fucking asshole.
I could picture it perfectly. Miles on his knees with tears in his eyes, the jock’s fist in his hair, yanking his head back and forth while he fucked my friend’s face with no mercy. The guy is probably thrusting deep, making Miles sputter and choke around the thick shaft until spit is running down his chin in messy strings. His eyes are likely filled with tears too, and not the ones I gave him.
My stomach clenches with a mix of jealousy and protectiveness that hits me hard. At the same time, my own cock started filling out in my shorts because the sounds Miles is emitting are the same ones he makes before he begs me to breed him.
“Look at you, such a hungry little slut. Yeah? Show me you wanna get fucked.”
“Mmm,” Miles whines. It's his determined whine when he pushes himself.
“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck yeah!”
There was a sound of Miles being pulled up and pushed onto the bed. The mattress creaked as the guy climbed on top.
“OhHh!”
“You wanted it!”
“OHHhh… OHh…oHHH!” The bed creaked with each moan. It's more muffled now, like his face is in a pillow.
The following dirty talk got really quiet, and I had to hold my breath to make out the words.
“You're a dirty slut…how many loads has this ass taken?”
Mine. Twice.
“Playing shy now? You weren't when you were begging for my dick.”
“Mmm…mmm…mmm.” The familiar sounds of Miles becoming used to a cock inside him makes me picture him with his chest against the mattress, head pushed down.
CREAK!
CREAK!
Is he going to fucking break the bed? I hold the spare key in my other hand and wait for the moment to go in.
“Cum in me! Please!”
My cock throbs at it.
“Yeah, bitch?”
“OHH!” The yelp of pain lets me know that Miles is getting his hair pulled. “Please! Please! Please!”
CREAK! CREAK! CREAK!
Fuck, he’s taking it like a champ.
Creak!
Creak!
“Please!”
Creak!
“Ah! MM! Oh…” the guy groans. “Fucking…bitch…”
Creak!
“OH… thank you… oh … thank you….OH!”
The jingling of a belt being put on snaps me out of my trance and I let go of the door handle. As I walk away, I look at the red mark in my palm from how hard I was gripping.
There’s a hang out room on every floor. You know, the kind with some ratty old stained couches that you know people have fooled around on. I stop right in front of it, and pull out my phone.
“Hey, you still coming over?”
“Yeah, in maybe an hour.”
I bet he's still laying face down on the mattress, bright red ass hanging out. From the sounds of how rough it was, I'm guessing the ring is red and swollen too.
Why is that…making me feel this way?