Back again, to that bittersweet place. Four months now, since I realized my feelings for him, not a week after someone else took his eye. I have told him of these feelings, and while he seems to reciprocate them, they do not seem strong enough for him to want to end his newfound relationship. He says it won’t hurt our relationship one bit, but I feel that our relationship has changed, and I fear that it may end based on what it has become. However much it may pain me to spend time with him, he is still my best friend and I do still enjoy spending time with him. I gather myself and finally knock on his door. “Hey, glad you could make it!” he says, inviting me in. My mood is immediately lifted, seeing that face and hearing that voice. I forget about my woes and prepare myself for an enjoyable time hanging out with my favorite person. Even if I can’t give him a kiss or embrace him lovingly, I know a bad time is nigh but impossible. He leads me through his house as we chat, recounting the few things that have happened since we last met not two days earlier. I blush as I follow along, hoping I can restrain my strong urge to grab the back of his head and kiss him deeply as I always somehow manage. 
We make it to his bedroom, which he has set up to pull double duty as a media room, and he walks over to his computer, presumably to set up whatever we will end up watching for the night. I admire his preparation, as he has lined the long side of his bed with pillows, turning it into a nice comfy couch, as well as some drinks for us to enjoy throughout the evening. I turn towards him as to continue the conversation, but I notice something odd, he seems to be shutting down his computer, something he seldom ever does, especially when we hang out. Before I can ask, he turns to me with an odd expression I’ve never seen on him before. “There’s something I haven’t mentioned that’s happened since last time you came over, and I think it’s something you’ll very much enjoy” he starts walking toward me, exuding an air of sultry confidence, filling me with excitement and hope. He circles around behind me, pulling my back tight to his stomach. “I finally got approval from him,” he whispers into my ear as he starts rubbing his hands down my belly. My heart starts to flutter and my excitement grows with every inch he moves down. He starts gently nibbling at my ear while he rubs just below my beltline, making me weak in the knees in anticipation. “I know you’ve been wanting this for a long time” he says in that golden voice, moving one hand to my chest to pull me tight, the other gently rubbing around my bulge, furiously igniting my arousal. We stay in this position for what seems like an eternity, him coaxing my length out of its sheath even before any clothes come off. He is taking advantage of everything I enjoy the most with all the knowledge from our many conversations, teasing me in all the perfect ways. 
He spins me around so we are face to face. I can see the sheer lust in his eyes, as I have no doubt he saw the same in mine. He leans his head down towards me as I lean mine up, and as our lips meet I let out a moan and shudder. We slowly yet sensually make out as his hand starts undoing my pants, reaching in to start stroking me. I reach to start undoing his and find that he is wearing no underwear, as well as already being hard as a rock. I grip his dick, stroking it as I had always dreamed of. We stood there for yet another eternity, stroking each other while we make out, wanting to maintain the position forever. 
Alas, our mutual arousal and the promise of more led to us breaking the kiss and splitting apart. He puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me down. I take the hint and get down on my knees, ending up at the perfect height to meet his pre-covered dick. I take the opportunity and give it a quick lick, eliciting a moan from him. I slowly pull down his pants, dragging my fingers down his legs as I do. Once all the way down, he steps out of them and I toss them aside. I go back up and start licking at his shaft again, taking it all in. he’s the perfect length for me, a nice 7” with a gentle curve, covered in delicious pre as well as just enough musk to be noticeable. I lick up and down, occasionally swirling my tongue around his head, until he clearly is in need of something more. I place myself at his head and start slowly taking his tip in my mouth. I slowly take him deeper into my mouth until I manage to take all of him, a task that while by no means hard still leaves me with a sense of accomplishment. I start moving back and forth, licking the underside of his shaft as I go, making him moan with every suck I do. I increase my pacing, but after not very long, he stops me. “not so fast, need to keep myself for later” he says, encouraging me off of his dick.