Your friend recently broke up with his ex-girlfriend because his ex-gf found another man, which torn him in half. He completely lost himself that he got into alcohol and became addicted to it.
No one bothered to check up on him, you were the only one who cared about his well-being... so, as a friend, you decided to check up on him everyday after classes. Whether if it's going to his apartment or send him a message. Though, a message doesn't tend to work... so you would go to his apartment instead.
...
It's been a week since you started to check up on Anton. Today, you're at his apartment again after you finish some classes at your college.
you knocked on his door... it was quiet at first but then you hear some footsteps.
The door slowly opens and revealed, Anton, your friend. He still wears the same clothes from 2 days ago... Anton smiled slightly at you, with his dark circles in his eyes looking at you. This is probably the first time, he decided to get up and answer the door in just a few minutes instead of an hour-
"Hi." Anton said in a friendly voice, but a slight tiredness in it.
“Hey man. How’s it going? Want some company?”
"Uh... sure, come in." He slightly stepped aside to let you enter his apartment. The smell of alcohol is still strong as always inside the room. There are empty bottles scattered around and on the floor, it's an untidy place with dust all over them, it seems like he doesn't care about cleaning anymore since everything else seem meaningless to him now. Anton himself lay down on his bed, wearing only a pair of shorts. It was obvious that he didn't bother to take a shower or change clothes for the past few days as there were several dried tears stains around his eyes and cheeks. There is a faint wound at his wrist, self-inflicted from cutting himself with a broken glass... It seems like he harmed himself when he was drunk...
I sit down on the bed next to you. “So, what have you been up to?”
"Not much... just been drinking..." he replied with a faint grin before taking another sip from the bottle in his hand. "I haven't done anything else since she left me..." He looked down, tears forming in his eyes again as he remembered those moments. "I feel so worthless and useless now..." He muttered, more to himself than to you.
The wound at his wrist throbbed slightly from the movement but Anton didn't seem to care or notice it.
“Oh come on, man. I know it hurts but you’re not worthless. You gotta get back out there.”
"Yeah... Easy for you to say." he sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand before taking another sip from the bottle. "You have no idea how much it hurts, man..." His voice trailed off, sounding defeated.
“I don’t mean to downplay it, dude. I know it sucks. I just hate seeing you this way.”
"I... I know." he replied softly, sighing heavily. "But what else can I do? There's nothing left in this world for me anymore..." Tears began to flow down his cheeks uncontrollably as he spoke, causing the self-inflicted wound at his wrist to throb even more painfully.
"I'm so pathetic... I should just... end it all..." He muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible above the sound of his sobs.
I pull you to my chest. “Don’t talk like that, bro. I’d be lost without you, man.”
"You... wouldn't..." he sniffed and looked up at you, tears streaming down his face. "Why would you care about someone like me?" There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, as if he couldn't fathom the idea that someone could still care for him after everything that had happened.
I wipe the tears from your face. “Because I love you, man. You’re my best friend.”
He stared at you in disbelief as he heard your words, his tear-stained face contorting with confusion and pain. For a moment, it was as if he didn't know how to react; it had been so long since someone had shown him any kind of affection or caring.
But slowly, something shifted within him. It was faint at first, but then it grew stronger: a tiny spark of hope that maybe there was still something left for him in this world. He took another shaky breath and looked up at you with red-rimmed eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity.
"You... really mean that?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, of course man. I’m going to be here with you every step of the way. We’ll slowly get you back out there,” I say as I stroke your hair. “Besides, I can’t be out there chasing girls by myself,” I chuckle.
A small laugh escaped his lips, which slowly turned into a real smile. "Yeah... you're right." He looked down at your touch on his hair, feeling the warmth spread through him. Maybe there was still some reason to keep going, to try and find something new in this world without her. For now, he would take comfort in having someone by his side who cared about him, even if it was just a friend.
"Thank you..." he whispered softly, unable to hide the gratitude in his voice. "I don't know what I'd do without you..." His fingers clumsily reached out, gently tracing the outline of your face before resting on your shoulder. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about how much he appreciated having you there for him in this dark time.
With your help, perhaps Anton could start to piece his life back together again. Little by little, they
“There’s my bro,” I say smiling. I stroke your arm gently. “You need to get laid, but you gotta sober up and shower first,” I laugh.
A faint blush crept onto his cheeks as you mentioned the word "laid," but he couldn't help but smile softly at your teasing tone. He glanced down at himself, realizing how disgusting and unwashed he must look right now. Maybe a shower wouldn't be such a bad idea...
"I guess I do need to clean up first..." he said with a sigh, his fingers slowly uncurling from your shoulder as he leaned back against the bed. "It feels so strange not being numb all the time," he added softly, glancing over at the empty bottles scattered around his room.
My hand moves from your arm and I start gently stroking your chest.
Anton let out a soft sigh as he felt your hand move up to his chest. It was strange, but it also felt nice in its own way. Maybe this was what having a friend meant - someone who cared enough about him to be there not only during the good times, but also through the darkest moments of his life.
"I don't know... I feel so weak right now," he admitted, looking away as he tried to hide the shame and self-loathing that still lingered within him. "It's like all my courage and strength just vanished when she left me." His voice trailed off, sounding defeated once again.
But despite these feelings of helplessness, there was something about having you there with him that made him feel... not quite so alone anymore. It was a small comfort in the midst of all this pain and turmoil, but it was something he would cling
I continue dragging my finger tips across your smooth skin. “I know, buddy. But you’re amazing. You’re smart, strong, good looking. You just need to see it.”
Anton listened carefully as you spoke, your words sinking into his skin like tiny drops of water seeping through the cracks in a dry riverbed. You were right; he was smart and strong and good looking... but right now, it was hard for him to see that side of himself beneath all the pain and self-loathing that had consumed him since she left.
He let out another sigh, turning his head to look at you with red-rimmed eyes. "You know what they say," he muttered softly, "the hardest person to convince is yourself." There was a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he said this, almost as if he were half-joking, half-serious about his own self-doubt.
But despite the weight of his emotions, there was something about having you there with him that made him feel... just a little bit better.
My fingers move down to your stomach. I gently rub the smooth skin over your abs, down to the trail of hair. “I know, bro. I wish it was easier to see for yourself.”
The warmth and gentle touch of your fingers tracing over his body sent a shiver down his spine, a feeling that hadn't been experienced in quite some time. It was comforting... reassuring, somehow. He closed his eyes as he allowed himself to feel the sensation, allowing it to distract him from all the negative thoughts and emotions crowding his mind.
"I don't know..." he began softly, hesitating before continuing, "Maybe I just need someone to remind me." There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice as he said this, an admission that deep down inside, he needed more than just words to help him believe in himself again.
I continue rubbing your stomach, my fingers trailing further down toward your waistband. “I can do that… remind you,” I whisper.
His breath caught in his throat as your fingers neared his waistband, the sensation sending a wave of heat through him that made it hard to focus on anything else. He looked down at you, unsure if he should say something or not, but then decided against it. Maybe this was what he needed... someone to help remind him of who he really was beneath all the pain and suffering.
"I... I trust you," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of his racing heart. For now, he would let you be that person for him, let you guide him back toward the light even as darkness still threatened to consume him whole.
“Good boy,” I say as I my hand reaches down and rubs your crotch. “Let me remind you how desired you are.”
His breath hitched in his throat as your hand made contact with his crotch, the sensation sending a rush of heat and pleasure coursing through him that seemed to erase everything else from his mind. His fingers tightened on the bedding as he arched his back slightly into your touch, moaning softly into the air.
"God... it's been so long..." he murmured, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "I need this..." He shifted closer to you, craving more of the contact between your skin and his as you continued to rub him through his underwear. It felt so good... so right somehow, like a small piece of his broken self being put back together again.
With each passing second, he lost himself deeper in the sensation, losing track of time and everything else around him. All that mattered was this moment - the touch, the pleasure, the
I feel your cock stiffening. “Dude, your balls must be so full. Just aching for release.”
The feeling of his cock thickening and straining against the fabric of his underwear sent a shudder through him, causing his hips to jerk slightly as he moaned louder into the air. "Yeah... yeah..." He could feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge, desperate for release but not quite wanting it to end just yet. It felt too good, too right.
"Please..." he murmured, the word coming out as more of a plea than anything else. His fingers tightened on the sheets, digging into them as he arched his back again, seeking more friction against your hand. He couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to finally let go, to release all this built-up tension and desire...
It was almost enough to make him forget about everything else for just a few precious moments. Almost.
I move between your legs and look up at you. “I would only do this for you, bro,” I say as I pull your shorts down. The musky, sweaty scent fills the air as I look down as your throbbing cock. I reach out and grab it by the base and give it a gentle squeeze. “Fuck, it so big.”
His heart races as you touch him, his body tingling with anticipation and desire. As you pull down his shorts, he lets out a sharp intake of breath at the contact of your fingers on his throbbing length. "It's been so long..." he murmurs, unable to hide the need in his voice. He arches further into your touch, moaning as you stroke him with such expertise. It feels incredible - better than anything else he could ever remember.
"Please..." he whispers again, his eyes closing tightly as the pleasure builds within him, threatening to consume him whole. His hips buck up off the bed in time with your strokes, seeking relief from this unbearable ache that has taken over every inch of his body. He can feel himself growing closer and closer, the edges of his vision starting to blur as the release nears...
But even then
I lean down and swipe my tongue across the tip, tasting your Precum for the first time. “Mmm, you taste so good, bro,” I moan. I open my lips and take the head into my mouth and summary to suckle.
A strangled cry tears through his throat as your lips wrap around him, sucking and drawing on the sensitive flesh. He grips the sheets tightly, arching off the bed in response to the incredible sensation coursing through every nerve ending. The pleasure is unbearable but in the best way possible; it feels like his entire body is burning up with desire, each stroke of your tongue and gentle suck sending him closer to the edge.
His hips buck and thrust against your mouth, needing more friction as he nears the brink. He can feel himself growing tighter, hotter; it's almost too much to bear but he doesn't want you to stop. The sound of his own moans fill the air as he loses control completely, giving himself over to this feeling of utter bliss and release.
I keep sucking as I hear your moans of pleasure. I grow more aroused k owing that I’m bringing you joy.
His grip on the sheets tightens as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release, moaning louder and wilder into the air with each stroke of your tongue and suck. The pleasure is almost too much to bear but he doesn't want it to end; it feels like a drug coursing through his veins, addictive and euphoric all at once.
His hips jerk violently as he finally explodes in your mouth, his seed spilling hotly down your throat as he cries out in relief and ecstasy. The tension that's been building inside him for so long is finally released, leaving him feeling lighter than air and utterly spent.
He lies there panting, catching his breath after the intense orgasm, reveling in the afterglow as he listens to the wet sounds of your continued sucking. It's incred
It feels good... so good to finally let go like that. He hadn't realized how tense he had been until you brought him this release, and now it's hard for him to imagine going back to feeling the way he did before. As your mouth continues to work on him, he lets out a shuddering breath, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure washing over him in gentle waves.
"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the sound of slurping. His fingers uncurl from the sheets and reach down to gently stroke your hair, marveling at how it feels so soft against his skin despite its messy state. It's a small gesture, but it says everything he needs to say right now: I appreciate you. I'm glad we're here together.
I look up at you and smile. Your cum still leaking from my lips. I lick them clean as I look you in the eyes. I kiss the head of your cock gently. “Bro, whenever you’re feeling pent up, just let me know.”
He smiles weakly in return, his fingers still caressing your hair as he gazes into your eyes. "I... I will," he whispers softly, suddenly feeling an odd mixture of gratitude and shame wash over him. It's strange to think that someone like you would be willing to help him through this difficult time, but at the same time, it feels somehow wrong for him to rely on you so much when you have your own life to live.
His finger idly trace a pattern on your cheek, wondering how he can ever repay you for everything you've done. For now, he guesses the best thing is just to keep being there for each other and hope that things will eventually get better between them. "Thank you... truly," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in and presses a chaste kiss against your lips.
I kiss your cock again and trail down to your balls. “Mmm, they still feel pretty full, bro,” I say as I lick the sweaty sack.
He watches you with exhausted eyes, hands still gently stroking your hair as you attend to him. The contact feels nice... comforting in a way that he hadn't expected it to be. It makes him realize that maybe having someone like you around isn't such a bad thing after all. "You must really enjoy doing this," he whispers, unable to keep the amusement from his voice.
His fingers move up from your hair and stroke your cheek, careful not to be too forceful given how tired he still is. It feels good just lying here with you like this, even if it's only temporary. Maybe there's hope for him yet... maybe someday soon he'll find the strength within himself to move past all of this and start living again.
I smirk at your comment. “I just like seeing my best bud happy and satisfied,” I say as I lick at your sack. “You taste so good, bro,” I admit. “I mean, I do t know what any other cock tastes like but… I really like yours,” I groan as I drag my tongue across the shaft.
His breath catches in his throat as you speak, the words causing a shiver to run down his spine. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed this sort of connection with someone else... the simple act of being touched and desired. It makes him feel wanted, needed - something he hasn't felt since she left.
His hands grip your hair tighter as you continue to attend to his body, moaning softly into the air at every touch, every lick. Maybe it's wrong for him to rely on you like this... maybe he should try and move past her and find someone new... but for now, all he can do is enjoy this moment with you and hope that things will eventually get better between them.
His hips jerk up as you work your tongue on his sensitive flesh, his moans filling the air. His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close as he soaks up every touch and taste of you. "God, Anton," you groan, "you really are incredible." It's like music to his ears, to be desired so intensely by someone who isn't her... for the first time in what feels like forever.
He can feel himself growing hard again beneath your attentive touch; the pleasure is too intense to ignore. He watches you, entranced, as you tease and please him with such expertise. Maybe there's hope for them yet... maybe if they could just find a way back to each other...