He was incredible at it. Pyotr didn't know just how much I loved it when we got into `burp battles', and he loved starting them. I guess for him it was just a game, juvenile fun, a hangover from our younger school days, but for me it was definitely a hell of a lot more. I watched him as he let off a deep, guttural belch- his face frozen for several seconds in an expression of what was, to me, a sort of orgasmic bliss; his mouth skewed to the right as the sound ripped through the air. I always loved it when he did that thing where he moved his mouth over to the right while he burped, it just seemed even more of an expression of pure enjoyment or something like that.
I fired back with a burp that was as long and deep as I could summon up. I wanted to at least try to conquer him, even if in the end I really wanted him to win, assert his dominance over me by the superiority of his burping power. I could feel that I was already getting an erection and decided to walk more quickly. We really needed to get to my house to finish this off or I needed to find a way to hide my boner, both from any potential passers-by and from my good (straight) friend Pyotr.
A car drove by, I looked back to see him belching loudly at the same time, directing it towards the car as they went past. I smiled. Fuck we needed to get back home.
Pyotr was my age, we went to high school together although he'd dropped out the second half of senior year. He was Russian, but he'd been in America for at least three-fourths of his life. He was taller than me, more built, dark hair, eternal five o' clock shadow, pierced ears, piercing brown eyes, almost black. I was in love with the guy- well essentially, as much as you can really love your straight best friend. How about this, I wanted to fuck him. That might be a better way of putting it.
My pal looked straight at me and tried to burp at me, but failed. He ran to catch up with me; I held my boner in my hand through my pocked so as to keep it hidden from my tender friend. He put his arm around me, making things somewhat worse, although I'd never have dreamed of wishing he hadn't.
"So, Andrew. We're going to your house, right? Turn right?"
"Yup." I confirmed. When we turned it felt like my neck was in a vice grip- fuck, he was strong. His arms were pretty hairy as well, I noticed, looking to my right where it hung over my shoulder, his hand occasionally brushing me. At this rate, I felt my dick was going to outgrow the grip of my hand before we got home.
Suddenly, Pyotr shoved his face up next to me and expelled a large one right into my ear. I jerked away, pretending to be annoyed, with a
"Bro! Fuck you!" while smiling, but in reality I was very happy about that. I turned and went up the steps, quickly jamming the key into my door and letting myself inside my apartment before nearly running to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, I pulled on my dick several times, wanting so badly to jerk it; but I knew I didn't have time and just adjusted it so that it wouldn't be visible, hiding it in my waistline. Right as I'd finished my friend knocked on the door, saying
"Come out already! There's not time for you to masturbate all day!"
I smiled in the mirror. Clearly he had ESP. Leaving, I sauntered into the living room where my friend was already sitting on the couch with the TV on drinking a beer from my fridge that he'd helped himself to. I grabbed one as well and sat next to him, although not as close as I'd have liked to. I took a quick look at handsome Pyotr, stealing a glance so he wouldn't notice. He was focused on the TV. I tried to watch the show as well but I couldn't focus. Usually I could tune things out but today I just couldn't, I was extremely horny, probably from his display of manliness on the way here. Fuck I wanted him so bad. I decided I wouldn't get anything done (including relaxing) as long as I felt this way so I got up to go to the bathroom, changed my mind and went into my bedroom. Fuck it, he wouldn't follow me, he was focused on TV and would just assumed I went to piss. I opened my laptop and pulled up some youtube videos of dudes belching, making sure to keep it on low volume but high enough that I could still hear. After all, that was the point.
I can't exactly explain why burping turns me on so much, I guess it just seems incredibly manly. Only dudes show off using their burps, engage in contests with one another to see who can be louder, deeper, and longer with them. It's an expression of dominance over the other, like seeing who can piss further, spit further, has a bigger dick. Pyotr was my friend, as I've said, but he was also taller, stronger, and definitely more masculine; and I really liked that. We could be friends but it was clearly known between us who was the winner. And I didn't mind being a loser, not when the winner was so damn handsome.
I got closer and closer to ejaculation, trying to hurry up so Pyotr wouldn't wonder where I'd gone. I skipped forward to a scene in a video I knew would send me over the edge for sure- a very muscular man who belched incredibly deeply while sitting with his legs spread wide, with the camera down below him. Right as I was in the home stretch I heard, from behind me, a very loud expulsion of air. Jamming my cock down into my pants and slamming the laptop shut I whirled around to see Pyotr grinning, leaned up against the wall with his hands behind him. I was completely at a loss for words, mouth hanging open. He laughed.
"So, it was like I knew." He said. His English wasn't exactly correct here, but I didn't have time to worry about that now.
"Let's... what's on TV downstairs?" I offered weakly. My buddy wasn't buying it.
"Yeah, I always knew that you liked that. You were always very excited when I wanted to start those burp contests. I could tell. It's funny that you thought I didn't know. I mean, I wasn't completely sure why, but I knew you really liked them. I guess I was right that it's cause it turns you on."
"Petya," I used his nickname, trying to urge him to listen to me, "can we just go downstairs? I won't... I mean I just don't know what to say, can we please just forget about that?"
"Nope."
He grinned.
"You think I didn't see you always looking at me? I'm not blind, dude. I knew you were into me. I only pretended I didn't think you were gay, but I knew. Obviously I don't care, or I'd stop talking to you a long time ago. Anyway get over here."
He went and sat on the bed, legs open wide. I swallowed, scared.
"Come on, little guy."
I got up and sat next to him on the bed. He shook his head.
"Nope, down on the carpet."
I got down, between his feet on the carpet and sat, looking up at him. He was smiling, not unkindly.
"So, I know what you like." He said.
My heart was beating rapidly, it felt like it was about to smash through my sternum and jump out. Petya began to swallow air, and then let off several nice burps down on me, aimed at my face. I had thought he was going to ask me to suck his dick or something so I was a bit surprised, but my dick could not have been any harder, immediately standing at full attention. Pyotr took in even more air, with a look of deep concentration on his face, and then let out a massive, bellowing burp right into my face; I could feel the air expel on me and smell the beer he'd just drunk. He nodded and grinned.
"Yeah!" he said, incredibly cocky in his tone, "That was a good one!" I smiled. This dude was crazy! I felt my anxiety melt away, no longer afraid of what was going to happen.
"Really good one, dude."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
`Damn, he really is the man.' I thought to myself. Then I said it aloud.
"Oh yeah! I am, actually." he confirmed, letting go of another incredibly deep and masculine burp, only serving to back up the claim that he was, in fact, the man.
My insurgent was essentially impossible to control at this point and I found myself unable to keep my hands off of him for longer than a moment at a time. Afraid to ruin the moment or offend Pyotr's sensibilities I had not taken my cock out thus far, but now was so incredibly horny that I could not refrain from asking him if he wanted to jerk off with me.
"Nah, man. But you can do that if you want. And I am going to burp in your face."
Over and over he expelled massive belches straight into my face. The depth and breadth of the sounds that emanated from him were incredibly, and I certainly felt emasculated, at the mercy of someone who was far more powerful, manly, and dominant than I was. Finally, I came on my floor; but my overpowering friend was not done yet, as he noticed this he let one last burp loose in my face- the longest and most powerful one yet, going on to reach at least thirty seconds in length. Then, he leaned back and put his legs up, resting them on my shoulders, making me almost into a coffee table or foot rest of sorts.
I looked up at him. He looked incredibly powerful like this, with me beneath him, him above. He smiled at me once again.
"You like that too, huh? You really like to be less strong, I noticed this. You wanna be weak." I smiled.
"Do you like dominating me?" I asked.
"Hey, sure. I like to be the most powerful. You are a good friend for me, you were always a good friend for me."
"Still friends?" I asked.
"Yep, of course. It's the same as always."
Petya got up and went back downstairs to watch TV.