It's kinda lewd just a warning.

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It was quite nice to have the idiot back. I'm not too sure what exactly happened but I guess the whole he-could-have-died ordeal had us get closer. Kind how weird how shitty situations always manage to bring that. I guess you do need them in life then.

Anyways, Wyatt was back at school, and we were constantly together. It was nice. I finally get why people value friendships this much. It is quite enjoyable to spend a lot of time with people you like. I did think about the whole thing my Dad had said. About the whole being gay thing and stuff. I was determined to try it out one night but it got too awkward.

So there I was, with my hands down my pants, trying to stroke myself while thinking of pricks. I couldn't help but be overcome with shame, so I broke it off. I had another go at it the following night. This time I carefully tried to figure out my 'type', which proved to be a lot more difficult than first expected. I skimmed through faces of various actors in my mind, but they just seemed so distant and unreal. It didn't quite convince my libido. People I knew then maybe. Well, it is obvious who was first to pop into my mind. I shook my head, trying to force this person out of my thoughts. But just like Wyatt in real life was Wyatt in my thoughts very persistent. He just wouldn't leave me alone. And the worst part was that I would actually feel that tingly sensation in my stomach when I thought of him with my hand down my pants. Oh man, this was weird. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it so I asked him directly what he thought of the situation. He was somewhat astonished.

'I'm surprised you're confessing this so readily.'

'There's nothing much to confess, I don't want you in my naughty fantasies, you just show up there.'

He shook his head in amazement. 'So this is the first time ever we really talk about wanking and you tell me that I'm PART of your sexy scenarios… and then you tell me not to focus on that…'

More like he was the grand star of them…

'Please don't.' I begged him. 'I really just want your advice on this matter, you're the expert after all.'

'Expert on masturbation?'

'No, social interactions.'

He looked even more confused now.

'I just wanna know what it means. Like, does it have anything to do with us being close friends?'

'Normally it just means that you think I'm hot.'

That didn't really make sense. He was okay looking, but nothing more.

'No other meaning?' I asked.

He shrugged. 'Not that I know of.' Then he smirked at me. 'Say Kai, do you really think I'm that hot?'

I couldn't help but tease him. 'Not really, you're kind of an idiot. No offence.'

'HEY!'

'Heh.' I tapped him on the shoulder. 'You're still my best friend.'

I was actually kinda scared when I pushed those words out. I just really hoped it didn't sound too weird to call him my best friend. We didn't know each other that well after all. And just because I found that I was getting along well with him didn't mean I really did get along with him as well as I thought I did. I wasn't exactly and expert on relationships after all. But Wyatt just smiled back at me.

'You're my best friend too.'

It was quite a sweet moment, but of course we got interrupted by a teacher, who, like every high school teacher desperately wanted to to look cool in front of a bunch of teens.

'I hope I didn't interrupt your bromance, boys, but I'd very much appreciate it if you would post pone your conversation until after class.'

Everyone started laughing. Wyatt and I just blushed and pulled our heads back. Still, once everyone stopped laughing and turned their attention back to their own business, Wyatt gave me a sweet smile. And even though I felt so ridiculous, I smiled back.

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Wyatt and I were walking next to each other in the hall way when the boys from our floor suddenly ganged up on us.

'So, so. What's up with that whole bromance rumour, guys.'

Wyatt just shrugged. 'Oh come on. That was just some stupid teacher talk made to embarrass us. Just the usual.'

'Yea right. We all know there's more to it.'

'Stop it!' I told them annoyed.

Then I just took Wyatt's arm and pulled him along as I walked away from them. The guys were whistling behind us. But I didn't even care that much what they thought. I was just kinda happy to be alone with Wyatt again, and have a proper conversation with him.

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We were having a free period and just hung out in my room, eating chips on my bed, talking about beyblading. Then suddenly he started to ask more personal questions.

'So you said your Dad picked you up and all. And now he lives in the area. This is gonna sound strange, but what is he like? You never really talk about him.'

I shrugged. 'He's kind of a loser to be honest.'

'Why is that?'

'So he's this guy born with all these opportunities and chances and talents, and he just never did anything with them. He was very good with musical instruments. Like, clarinets and trumpets. He used to play in big orchestras. Now he only blows his bong. Hanging out with him was great fun when I was little, when my grandfather would make him baby-sit me just because he was the father. It was great because he set no rules. I was able to stay up until late, watching TV. I'd eat ice cream and candy, and we would order whatever food we felt like ordering. And I was allowed to watch R-rated movies, which is something you are really proud of as a kid. But then, once I started to grow up and began to realise how irresponsible he had been.'

'Is that why you're such a prude now?'

'I'm not a prude!' I said in protest.

'You kinda are.'

'Just because I actually have ambitions?'

'No, but because you sacrifice everything for them. A little fun won't hurt you, you'll enjoy it. You've enjoyed all the whack things we've done so far. '

I rolled my eyes. 'I can't exactly claim that I enjoyed your near-death-experience.'

He shook his head. 'I meant getting drunk, I know you liked it.'

'I don't care, I'm not ever drinking with you again.' That weekend was still tough on me. I had been crazy worried about him.

He sighed in defeat. 'Yeah, I guess I can't really blame you.'

Suddenly the door got pulled open and one of the guys popped their head into the slit. 'Oh here you are.'

Then they all came rushing in.

They were laughing and giggling and talked about tits. Just as always really.

'Yo, Wyatt! Don't forget our post-holiday tradition.'

His face lit up. 'Oh yes, come on Kai, this is going to be fun.'

'What is going on, what is that tradition?' I pulled him closer to me on a more serious note. 'If it involves alcohol forget it.'

'It doesn't, I promise. All we do is play the biscuit game.'

'Biscuit game?'

My classmate Det put his arm on my shoulder and only to obnoxiously laugh in my face for a while.

Once he was done he said: 'We're not telling ya newbie, otherwise you wouldn't come.'

This was starting to sound strangely ominous but Wyatt sent me a soft smile, that had me give in.

'Fine, I'll join.'

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We went down a muddy trail. It had rained quite strongly in the past few days, the creek had flooded and eroded multiple layers of sediment in some areas.

I didn't know where we were going and the guys were reluctant to tell me. They wanted it to appear mysterious and secretive. It reminded me of some frat boy pledging ritual, and I should keep in mind, that in the future, if anything reminds of frat boy pledging ritual, it will probably turn out to be about as mature as one; hence I should keep clear. So yea, I spoiled it, it was a stupid idea to go with them. Well, for the most part…

Anyways, so after a bit of walking we reached a hiker's cabin. There were a bunch of those picnic tables that had the pre-attached benches without back support spread around it. Det pulled a box of crackers-biscuits out of his backpack and told us to line up along one of the benches. He then placed crackers onto the bench, one in front of each of us. He also put out a can of coke, and placed it on the centre of the table. 'That's the chaser.' He informed me smirking.

I didn't actually know what a chaser was, but I decided to keep quiet.

Despite with the misleading location, it was pretty clear to me that this was not a picnic.

I glanced over to Wyatt who was standing next to me. He was looking happy and excited, not worried at all. I took a deep breath and decided this couldn't that bad. Oh how I was wrong! Det now pulled a bunch of porn mags out of his ominous backpack and handed one to each of us.

'Wait? What is going on?

Most guys around me started laughing. Wyatt didn't, which is something I appreciated.

Det put on an evil-Grinch smirk.

'Okay, it's time to explain the rules.'

He pointed at my porn mag. 'Choose the pic that turns you on the most, -and choose wisely!'

Everyone obeyed. Apart from me.

'First you finish telling me what this game is about.' I demanded.

He just laughed. 'No, first you choose a pic.'

I sighed and began looking through the magazine. It was a standard one. Just girls in lingerie and some bare boobs. None of these turned me on very much, so I just decided to go with a random one of a girl posing bra-less in a forest (I figured it matched the theme). I then peeked over at the picture Wyatt had chosen. It was the photo of a fake-breasted, blonde bimbo on a beach. I'm not too sure what I expected, really, but for some reason seeing that put me in a grumpier mood.

'What now?' I hissed.

'Okay, now folks, start stroking your rod and aim it at the biscuits. Whoever blows his load last has to eat everyone else's cum crackers.'

'Wait! WHAT? We're supposed to cum? And EAT it?'

Surely this had to be some kind of messed up joke. But it wasn't. Everyone around me started pulling out their wieners.

'You better hurry, you don't wanna end up being last.' Wyatt whispered to me.

I nodded at him, but in doing so, I turned towards him and caught a glance at his penis. I blushed and tried to look in the opposite direction, but then caught sight of Det's micropenis. Not a nice sight.

Anyways, the others had started masturbating already. And for some reason my competitive spirit took control of me. Hence, I unzipped my fly and pulled out my own …. you know… dick. And started… well, imitating everyone else in what they were doing. I was staring at the picture in my magazine, desperately trying to get turned on by it. I closed my eyes and imagined me being in the forest with this porn star. That it was her giving me a handy, and not myself. But like with all my other attempted fantasies lately, a certain someone popped up in this one too.

I quickly opened my eyes again. I looked around, and noticed how the other's cocks had grown significantly in size. Crap, I'd have to hurry up if I didn't want to eat cum. Once again, my glance fell on Wyatt… and his dick. I didn't want to admit it but it made me pretty stiff. I closed my eyes again, because it felt awkward to stare at him like that, but I sure did imagine his prick.

Let's just say it went well. Half a minute later I fulfilled the games purpose. And I wasn't last either. I was second last. Unfortunately the person I beat was Wyatt. And it wasn't even a close match… at all. It seemed like he had just given up.

'Congratulations.' he said smiling, and hugged me (after we both had stored our genitalia back where it belonged).

'Sorry.' I muttered.

He laughed it off. 'Naw, I'm fine.'

He began to collect all the crackers to his left and stacked them up like a sandwich. I decided to help him out by getting the ones to his right. Touching them was pretty gross, but not as gross as what followed. He divided the two piles equally, and then grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth at once. He pulled a face in disgust. I couldn't blame him. He chewed for a few seconds, and then just swallowed at once. I could see him turning pale. He suddenly ran off to the nearest bush and puked it all out.

The other guys were laughing and clapping. Wyatt was standing over there, a bit shaken. He was still wiping residue off his lips with the back of his hands, when the idiots started cheering 'Eat, eat, eat!'.

It killed me to see him like this. I couldn't allow him to eat the rest, so I did something crazy:

I reached for the other pile and before anyone else could stop me, I stuffed those disgusting cum biscuits into my mouth. It tasted salty and had a funny texture. I tried not to focus on it too much and just chewed them down as quickly as possible.

'Ahh, gross Kai!'

'Dude! Why would you do that?'

'Nasty, man!'

The only one who didn't say anything was Wyatt, he just stared at me.

I grabbed the coke can (which purpose had suddenly become clear to me) and rushed over to him.

'Drink!' I ordered him. I felt like I had become somewhat of a puking-Wyatt-expert. I actually knew what to do this time.

'You didn't have to eat those.' he muttered.

'Doesn't matter, drink!'

He did. And thankfully he didn't go ahead with the polite 'you take the first sip' bullshit first. He emptied about half the can and then handed it to me. I did the same.

'Thank you.' I told him.

'What for?'

'Loosing on purpose. You shouldn't have done that.'

He laughed. 'I can't believe you caught on to me.' Then he added. 'Well, thank you for eating half the biscuits. You shouldn't have done that.'

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Hours later we were hanging out in my room. We did the usual, discussing Blading and whining about school.

'I can't believe we have to finish all those maths worksheets by Friday. That teacher is a fucking masochist!' Wyatt said.

'Yea, I hate how every teacher seems to assume that we've only got things to do for their class.'

'Yes, urgh.'

We were lying out on my bed, not actually doing math homework -just complaining about it.

'At least you're good at maths.'

'At least you don't vomit on every occasion.'

There we go, the conversation stirred towards the occurrences of the afternoon. It had been a matter of time.

'It's fine, you have a sensitive stomach, nothing to be ashamed off.'

He sighed. 'Yea, but you've seen me do it three times already. How humiliating!'

'Embarrassing things happen to all of us. I already said it's fine.'

He poked me. 'Say Kai, did that women make you cum?'

Hm, embarrassing things, this was a prime example of it.

'No.' I confessed. 'I was thinking of someone else.'

'Who?' he asked.

Damn, why did he have to ask that. I didn't really want to tell him but then again he probably figured it out already. I had told him about my fantasies after all. To say or not to say, that was the question.

In the end I just awkwardly changed the topic.

'I like your pyjamas.'

Wyatt looked down at his grey pyjama shirt, with matching grey pants, and then back at me.

'Yea, why wouldn't you like this amazingly creative ensemble.' he said with a sarcastic voice.

'I like how it's… simple.' I lied.

'Right… anyways, so you thought of me while jerking off?'

I blushed. 'I don't want to talk about it.'

He shrugged. 'Okay.'

And then he changed the topic, which I was very grateful for.