Oi! Explicit Sexual Content Contained In This Chapter, M8!

As his friend slept soundly, Marco lay awake.

A kiss… An actual kiss! His… first kiss. The tipping point. The point of no return. As much as he tried to, it was simply undeniable. Star had feelings for him… and he had feelings for her.

It was wrong, it was shameful, it was gross… but it was true.

Star Butterfly… She was something else. Beautiful, adorable, powerful, the whole… the whole package…

Wait, he wasn't being serious, right? Star? His bestie? As a girlfriend? N-no. He couldn't. He had to resist! Just look what happened with Star's old boyfriend. If they get together and things don't work out, they'll never be able to be besties again! If they get together and things do work out, She's gonna have to go home eventually. Talk about a long distance relationship!

'Remember, Diaz, these are your hormones! You're two teenagers of opposite sex, stuck in a room together. This is perfectly natural!... Probably. One more day. One more day until the field wares off. Just hold out a little longer, and everything'll be back to normal.'

For some reason, his brain thought it would be great idea to follow that thought with thoughts about Star. And not the kind of thoughts that were welcome. What her breasts might look like. What fetishes she had. What it would feel like to plunge his rock hard dick deep into her tight, wet… Okay, maybe he needed some release.

He's been so busy recently. With Star's interdimensional adventures, Ludo upping his attacks, and having to keep up with studying and school work, he hasn't had the time or energy to properly rub one out in weeks. He's got nothing but time, right now. And judging by his raging hard on, his energy was there too. Marco turned his head, she was still fast asleep. Yeah, why not? Star got to do it, why not him?

Marco slowly slid himself out of the turquoise sleeping bag, before getting to his feet and slowly tiptoeing his way down the spiral staircase. Every time he hit a particularly squeaky step, he would freeze, dead in his tracks, and listen for any movement from upstairs. After a minute of silence, he would continue his descent. Making it safely to the bottom, Marco took the laptop from the coffee table and snuck silently into the closet. Marco took a seat on the floor and set the laptop down in front of him. He opened the laptop, flinching at the sudden blinding light shooting off the screen.

Marco began to undo his jeans as he let his eyes adjust to the newfound brightness. First the button, then the zipper, and down his legs they went. Marco neatly folded his jeans and placed it beside him. His now exposed manhood was violently erect, his light pink head, peeking out from the dark foreskin surrounding it. His head glimmered with a thin layer of pre-cum and the entire length twitched with every heartbeat. Marco flinched a bit, as he slid a finger across the extremely sensitive head.

Eager to get to the action, Marco leaned forward and opened his browser. No connection. Marco refreshed the page. No connection. He checked his laptop's connection settings. No connection. "Of course…" Marco sighed. Internet was down. He couldn't go reset the router, cause that was downstairs. And he couldn't ask his parents to do it, cause it was two in the morning!

Looks like he was on his own, tonight. Marco grasped his shaft and slowly moved his hand up and down, making the foreskin slide along the slick head of his cock. Macro shivered at the sensation. Oh, how he missed this. As amazing as it felt, he wasn't going to get far without something to jerk it to. It had been a while since he'd done this, cold turkey, but the internet hadn't killed his imagination just yet! Marco closed his eyes, letting his mind run wild and his sexual desires consume him.

First thing he saw… Star. Whatever, he didn't care anymore. His body was so desperate for release, his sexually warped mind would allow it. As long as he didn't act upon it, fantasizing about his bestie should be alright. As Marco slowly stroked himself, he let his mind wander. He didn't think up any scenery, he didn't think up a plot or explanation, he didn't even think up many details about the interaction. None of it mattered. The only thing he was interested in, was that sweet, sweet action.

Star, staring him dead in the eye, as she slowly jacked him off.

Star, lustfully moaning as she deepthroated his cock. Holding his head in her mouth, running her tongue around it mercilessly, before filling her cute, heart-stamped cheeks with his cum.

Star, then pulling away, swallowing his load, and licking her lips with a smirk on her face.

With every new thought, Marco's efforts increased in speed.

Star's tongue dancing with his, as she lay nude on top of him. His cock completely enveloped by her snatch. Twerking her hips up and down, as they sloppily made out. The tight, wet walls of her pussy, stimulating every inch of his manhood.

Marco went faster. Harder. The occasional, unconscious grunt escaping his lips.

Star, on her hands and knees, crying in pleasure, as Marco pulled her hair and rammed her hard from behind.

Marco's hand was a blur, his eyes squeezed shut, and his hips thrusting upwards to meet his hand. The air was filled with the sounds of Marco's moans and grunts and the wet slaps of his efforts down below. He was getting close. Torturously close. Marco found the strength in him to double his efforts even more! He needed something to push him over the edge!

"Mmmphmmph! Uh!" He moaned. "Oh… S-Star!..."

"Eeep!"

Marco's body jumped, hard. He was soooo close, but the panic completely negated that priority. Marco reached for his jeans and swiftly slipped them on. He grabbed the laptop, and slowly turned the light of the screen to the door. Marco's eyes widened. The door was cracked open.

Marco got to his feet, picked up the laptop and waddled uncomfortably to the door. Not only was he still painfully erect, but his now raw and bright red head, was rubbing against the rough material of his jeans. Marco slowly opened the door, using the laptop like a flashlight. No one outside the door. Maybe he did imagine the whole thing. Marco angled the laptop upwards, scanning the room. Nothing. No, he knew he closed that door! Marco waddled forward, shining the laptop around the room. Marco heard a quick, light gasp from behind the couch. But when he peeked behind the couch. Nothing.

Marco was hearing things. Star? A peeping tom? Pfft! Unlikely!

Marco turned around… And there she was. Star Butterfly, Frozen like a deer on headlights. Her eyes wide open and her body stock still, in midstride of a tiptoe.

"Heeeey Marcoooo!" She smiled. "I just came down toooooo… Get a drink!" She said, grabbing a two liter bottle of soda from the table and chugging it.

"Star… were you just… watching me?"

Star's eyes shot open. Taking the bottle away from her lips. "Pff- Awh- Whatch- Noooo!" She said in an over-the-top manner, pretending to be insulted.

"I heard your voice, Star, and the door was cracked open."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She protested, blushing hard.

Marco glared at her, crossing his arms.

Her eyes began to water. "I… I just wanted to *sniff." Star put her face in her hands and fell to her knees.

Marco quickly ran over and kneeled down next to her. "Hey hey hey…" he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't cry, there's no need for that, come on." He said, turning her body to face him.

Star didn't lift her head from her hands.

"Star." He stated softly. He brought his hand below her chin and gently lifted her head from her hands. Star didn't resist. Her cheeks lightly glimmered from her tears. How could he not be mad at her? When they locked eyes, Marco gave her a warm smile.

"Marco, I… I Just wanted to see… *sniff. I-I mean, I-I don't know what came over me…"

Marco could tell she was getting more and more upset the longer she talked about it.

"… I know… I-I'm disgusting… a-and I shou-*sniff should respect y-your privacy… I-I just don't kn-"

Marco lunged forward, silencing her with a short, gentle kiss. Marco pulled away, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Star, you're not disgusting. Curiosity is natural… I should know"

Star was still in shock, her eyes wide open and her blush extremely deep. She wiped the tears from her face. "*sniff. W-what do you mean?..."

Marco blushed hard, breaking eye contact. "You're not the only one who… got curious"

Star's eyes widened.

Marco rubbed the back of his neck. "I may have… watched you… last night…"

Star's body jumped, making her fall on to her bottom. "Y-you watched me… masturbate, last night!?"

Marco shamefully nodded his head.

"H-how much did you see!?"

Marco's head was down. "I-I came in just before you started… using your wand… and I left when you, uh… shouted my name…"

Star went violently stiff. "Y-y-you heard that!?" she yelled, before burying her head in her hands.

"Soooo… I guess we're even?" he said, giving her a guilty smile.

Star thought about that statement. They were even, not only that, but this meant… Marco found her attractive. Oh, and she almost forgot that Marco had kissed her just a couple minutes ago! Star lifted her head from her hands. She was smiling. "I guess you're right, Marco… I guess we are even.

Star got to her feet, offering her hand to her kneeling friend. Marco accepted the offer and Star helped him to his feet before pulling him into a hug. Star could feel Marco's erection poking her, making her blush. When the two of them separated, Star quickly glanced down at Marco's massive tent. "I do have a… favor to ask of you, though" she said, awkwardly twirling her hair.

"Huh? What is it star?"

Star looked away, brushing her hair behind her ears. "Do you think I could… s-see it… you know… up close?..."

(Jim? Why does Marco have foreskin?! Foreskin isn't sexy!)

Because circumcision is fucking dumb, alright?! Unless you are Jewish, it is dumb and I do not support it. Fite me!

Wrote most of this while watching game 7 of the World Series. As a Chicago boy, mah-self, Cubs all the way, bay-bee! 6 to 6, bottom of the 9th now. If we lose, I will stab somebody…