Story of two friends (m/m)

[john26]

Hi, I'm reading storries here for quite a long time and I thought maybe it's time to share some of my experiences with you as well.
The story happened arround 2010 and ist about my best friend an me.

I hope you'll enjoy it, feel free to give feedback, bit keep in mind, english is not my native language

Part One

Malcom and David were so different it almost seemed absurd how well they got along. One was calm and friendly, with a sharp gaze and a gentle voice. The other loud, quick-witted, always with a cheeky remark on his lips. But somehow it worked—like old game controllers whose buttons stick but still do exactly what you want.

They had just turned sixteen and went to the same school in their small hometown. On Friday after school, David rang Malcom’s doorbell. David stood outside, dressed casually in worn-out camo pants, a black T-shirt with a cheeky slogan, and his dort, User, black high-top Chucks. His Nike sports socks peeked out from under, frayed and well used. His black, stylish glasses caught the afternoon light. His short black hair was neat but relaxed.

Malcom opened the door and stepped back to let his friend in. He wore plain dark blue jeans, a slightly oversized dark green sweatshirt, and his always clean white sneakers. His tousled dark blonde hair fell slightly into his forehead, and his blue eyes behind contact lenses looked friendly, a little shy. A simple, unobtrusive wristwatch adorned his wrist.

“Ready for a chill weekend?” Malcom asked, closing the door behind David.

“Always,” David replied, dropping his backpack with a thud. “Homework, pizza, action movie. Classics.”

The Friday passed quickly. Malcom's parents were away for the weekend, visiting friends somewhere up north.
Pizza, homework, then a movie.

Saturday was even lazier: sleeping in, showering, gaming. By the time night had fallen, they were still on the couch, legs stretched out, somewhere between chip crumbs, blankets, and two half-empty bottles of Spezi. The TV was on, but no one really paid attention.

“Hey, you planning to inhale that whole bowl yourself?” David’s voice sounded playfully accusing.

“Maybe,” Malcom said, deliberately stuffing another handful of chips in his mouth.

David grinned. “You asked for it.”

The next thing Malcom saw was a cushion flying at him. It only hit him halfway—but he grabbed the nearest cushion and threw it back. Within seconds, the movie was forgotten, cushions flying, then hands, arms, legs. Laughing, shouting, wrestling.

Malcom had no real chance. He knew that within ten seconds—but giving up wasn’t an option. They rolled off the sofa, landing on the carpet. Malcom tried to wriggle free, turned, pushed, shoved, but David was faster, stronger—and he knew exactly how to use his advantage.

Then, with a quick move, David finally flipped him onto his back, sat across his chest, and pressed Malcom’s arms down at his sides with his knees.
Malcom gasped, half laughing, half panting. His heart was pounding. He jerked once, tried to push himself up—no luck. David’s weight simply pinned him down.

For a few seconds, neither of them moved. Only the TV flickered softly in the background.

Malcom felt heat on his face, his hands numb under David’s knees. The air smelled of chips, fabric, and a little sweat. His gaze drifted upwards—to David.

David looked at him. Directly. Without blinking.
And then—slowly, deliberately—a grin spread across his face.
Not exaggerated, not fake. Just that typical, slightly superior, challenging grin Malcom knew so well.

Malcom swallowed. He lay completely still.

He didn’t quite know why his heart was beating so fast.

And David said nothing...


-to be continued-

If you want

[WhereAmI]

Great start, I'm rooting for Malcolm to escape and finally overpower David in a tie up.

I have a feeling Malcolm isn't going to be able to move much in the near future, he is going to become a WIGGLE WORM completely under David's control. Wiggle Wiggle Squim Squim Whimper Whimper MALCOLM.

Please do continue.

[Gino]

Continue pleaseeee

[john26]

Thanks to your feedback!
So, here is part two, enjoy

Part two

David stayed seated for a moment longer, that cheeky grin firmly planted on his lips. His gaze slid playfully to Malcom, who lay beneath him, with David’s knees pressing down on his arms, unable to break free. A subtle thrill of control and power coursed through David as he slowly let his fingertips trail over Malcom’s ribs.

“Hey, come on, stop!” Malcom’s voice was surprised and a little panicked, not quite sure what was coming next. But before he could protest, laughter burst out of him—unrestrained, warm, and loud. It echoed through the living room, blending with the soft hum of the TV.

David laughed along, his fingers moving faster now, searching for and finding the most ticklish spots between Malcom’s ribs, pinching at his belly and giving him hardly a moment to catch his breath. Malcom bobbed his head, trying to squirm and escape, but David’s knees held firm. His arms felt frozen under the pressure.

“You’re way too ticklish, man,” David grinned widely, savoring every second as Malcom struggled and kicked. The grin grew even wider when he saw Malcom’s eyes shining with laughter—and just a little bit of pleading.

Suddenly, David covered Malcom’s mouth with one hand. His eyes twinkled mischievously, almost teasingly. “Shh,” he whispered softly, “don’t want the neighbors thinking you’re screaming.”

Malcom was caught off guard by the sudden move and tried once more to break free, but it was useless. His heart raced, breaths came in short bursts, and muffled sounds escaped beneath David’s improvised gag—somewhere between giggles, moans, and noises he couldn’t quite control.

Then something unexpected happened: instead of struggling or protesting further, Malcom slowly opened his mouth—and hesitantly licked David’s palm that covered it.

David pulled his hand back, surprised and a bit unsettled. His expression clearly showed he wasn’t sure how to react. For a brief moment, an odd silence hung between them.

Malcom couldn’t help but let out a quiet, almost sly laugh as he saw David’s baffled face. It was a secret laugh, revealing more than he wanted to admit—a mix of nervousness, courage, and a small sense of victory.

David quickly recovered, shook his head slightly, then grinned broadly. “Okay, that was pretty gross,” he said, his voice half amused, half teasing. “Maybe next time I’ll have to come up with something else to keep you quiet.”

Malcom swallowed, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. But deep inside, something else was stirring—something he found hard to put into words. A tingling sensation spreading through his stomach, a mixture of excitement and curiosity that left him both unsettled and fascinated.

He didn’t quite know what it meant—only that it was something new. Something that showed him there was more between them than just friendship. And that these moments, strange and unexpected as they were, touched a part of him he’d barely known before.


-to be continued-

[WhereAmI]

They are now Friends forever thanks to an exploratory palmlicking.

Great story, great Tongue Twist er.

[john26]

So, here ist the next part:

Part Three

Malcom's heart was still pounding. Not just from the wrestling — something else had stirred inside him. A feeling he couldn’t quite name. It tingled. It confused him. And when David looked at him like that — puzzled, maybe even slightly challenging — Malcom didn’t know which way was up anymore.

For a few seconds, complete silence hung between them.

Then — almost too casually — David stood up. He stretched with an exaggerated yawn, as if nothing unusual had happened. A grin slid across his face as he extended his hand toward Malcom.

"Come on," he said with a teasing smile. "I’ve messed with you enough. Let me help you up."

Malcom didn’t move right away. Instead, his eyes lingered on David. He looked at him more intently than he ever had before. David’s short black hair was still tousled, slightly damp with sweat. His black T-shirt sat crooked on his shoulders, pulled out of place during their scuffle, stretching slightly across his chest. Bits of lint clung to the sleeves from the carpet. His camouflage pants were creased at the knees — and on his feet he now only wore white socks, a little worn and slightly dusty from the wooden floor. He had taken off his Chucks when he entered the house.

But it wasn’t just that. It was the way David stood there. Casual, grinning, with that unshakable confidence so typical of him. And yet, in his eyes, there was a flicker of something uncertain — like even he wasn’t entirely sure what they had just triggered.

Malcom swallowed.

Then he raised his hand, placed it into David’s — warm, firm, familiar — and let himself be pulled up. Their fingers only touched briefly, but it felt as if everything around them sparked for a second.

Without another word, they started cleaning up the mess. Pillows were tossed back onto the couch, chip bags collected, the blanket smoothed out. They didn’t speak about what had happened, but both of them felt it: something had shifted. The air was different now.

They sat back down on the sofa. With a little more space between them than before. The movie kept playing, the plot drifting past them unnoticed. Malcom was hyperaware of David beside him — more than he had been that afternoon. As if something unspoken now hovered between them.

They talked about trivial things. The soundtrack. School. That guy from the other class who had made a fool of himself again in PE.

But beneath every word, something else simmered. A glance that lingered too long. A smile that stretched a bit further than it should. A silence that wasn’t awkward — but charged.

And as the night wore on and the television flickered in the background, both of them knew:

Something had changed.


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So this is a kind of prequel storry... are you interested to here more about Malcom's and David's tie up games?

[WhereAmI]

Great story, so intriguing, the world wants to know what will happen now between Malcolm and David , stay the same or is this a case where David will never wash that hand again, idols now.

Definitely want to read more about these 2 friends.

[Canuck100]

Great story, so intriguing, the world wants to know what will happen now between Malcolm and David , stay the same or is this a case where David will never wash that hand again, idols now.

Definitely want to read more about these 2 friends.

Same here! Can’t wait to find out where this is going!

[ajohnson]

@john26 Interesting start. I hope you continue this story.

[Gino]

absolutely great story and yes, we want to hear more experiences from you