Written at 3 A.M. after a confusing hormone-fuelled fever dream/inspired by a confusing hormone-fuelled fever dream, about two of my friends having wonderful/terrible sex.

Not edited since I wrote it

J0sh POV:

I always thought Drew stuck out in a crowd.

His beautiful blue eyes, stunning smile,

and his shining blonde hair. I'd always secretly had feelings for Drew. He's

he's a part

of our nerdy friend circle,

and me and him mostly had short conversations

about whatever was going on at school.

I was headed to AP Psychology, where I sat next to him.

Promptly after the bell rang, the teacher asked us

to get out our textbooks. I reached for my bag and

accidentally set my hand on his. We both looked up

and stared at one another for what felt like hours,

my hand still resting on Drew's.

The teacher asked what we were doing, and the entire

class stared at us as I felt embarrassment wash across

my face. We quickly stopped looking at eachother and

reached for our textbooks. Shortly after the class started,

Drew whispered to me, asking me to meet him at his house.

He gave me a small card with an address,

accompanied with a date and time.

"489 Moonlight Lane, 6:40 Nov. 24"

Class ended as usual, and the rest of the day was normal.

I decided to hop onto my bike and ride to the address he provided.

I felt the sweat racing across my face as the sun beat down onto my

forehead. I rolled into his driveway and promptly parked my bike.

I knocked onto his door, and heard walking getting slightly louder

with each step. The door swings open, and I see Drew.

Drew grabbed my hand and shut the door, leading me up a set of stairs.

"What are you doing?" I said, confused. Drew walked me into his room.

He pushed me against a wall and started kissing me, with one hand pushing

me against the wall, and the other holding onto my cheek. After about 30

seconds, he stared into my eyes, as I opened my mouth more. After noticing

it was open, his tongue started exploring my mouth passionately as he moved

away from the wall and towards his bed. He laid me down, him still kissing me.

He removed his hand from my cheek and moved it towards my crotch, and began unzipping my pants. I move my hands from my sides to him, taking off his shirt.

Was this actually going to happen? Was my crush of 4 years actually about to have sex with me?

Once he was done unzipping his pants, he slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and reached over to his

bedside drawer, and pulled out a bottle of lube. He started taking off my boxers whilst

laying me into his bed. He took off his boxers, revealing his 7.5in cock.

He moved my head down,

gently moving me onto his bed. He moved my head forward, and after about 30 seconds of thirsty

waiting, he slowly started fucking me, the strokes slow and sloppy, showing he had never done

this before. After what I thought was seconds, he exploded into me. After he was done, he

got down on his knees and pointed towards his mouth. I stood up, letting out a weak moan.

He wrapped his lube-covered hand around my cock and started stroking. I moved

my hand onto the back of his head, gently pushing his face towards me. I was about to cum and he knew,

and I shortly after came in his mouth. He cought most of it, but some got on the side of his

mouth, prompting him to lick his lips and around his face. He stood up and stared across the room, looking for his clothes, and I decided

to do the same. As we were both dressed, he grabbed my hand and took me downstairs. He directed me to the

kitchen, letting go of my hand.

"You boys having fun up there?" said Drew's mom

Author's note: I'm going to hell for this