SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND: TALE OF A BI-CURIOUS BOY 1.

Chapter 2: Sex with my best friend: Tale of a Bi- curious boy.

Just to refresh memories, my name is Chris. I’m a bi-curious 19 year old with short, blonde hair. I’m about six feet tall with a nicely sculpted body. Skinny by nature, frisky by choice. My friend, Alex, is slightly shorter and skinnier than I am; again with blonde hair and a few muscles here and there.

A few weeks ago, I spent the weekend at Alex’s beach house. One thing led to another and we ended up spending the night having steamy hot sex in the shower. It felt amazing and I keep going back to it in my mind over and over again. I’m not really attracted to guys in general, but Alex is a different story. He turns me on more than any girl ever has, and now I masturbate more over him than anyone else. I can’t help but regret having sex with Alex; it was gay sex after all, and I had always pictured myself to grow up to be straight as an arrow. I had decided to let things cool off with Alex before we saw each other again, but it proved to be more difficult than I originally thought.

It’s been a long time since I had seen Alex. We talk online occasionally; telling each other dirty stories over skype until late and then wanking myself to sleep. I’m sure it’s just a phase, but what the hell, may as well make the most of it right?

So the summer holidays were coming to an end and I hadn’t done much in the way of fun. We had spent half the season moving into a new house out in the country and unpacking boxes full of stuff I didn’t know I owned. Seeing as there wasn’t much summertime left and I was short on ideas, I decided to give in to the will of my cock and invited Alex around for a night out on our lifestyle block.

We had a little cottage over in the next paddock which could comfortably house three to four people for short periods of time which seemed ideal for having a certain friend over to stay. The house was close enough to retrieve something in the night if need be, yet far enough away to make as much noise as Satan would let me.

It was Saturday afternoon and Alex was sure to arrive at any time now. I sat near the window, half concentrating on a Su-do-ku in the weekend herald while glancing outside

occasionally, hoping to see a car coming up the driveway.

“Is Alex still coming?” my Mum asked me, noticing my absent-minded window stare.

“Should be” I replied, not bothering to turn my head as if for some reason I would miss a car arriving should I not be looking for a split second.

“Did you tell him the right address?” She persisted.

“Yes, Mum.” I replied bluntly, becoming mildly disgruntled by her pointless motherly concerns.

“Well text him to make sure…”

“Mum.” I turned to her. “He knows where to go, ok?”

“Alright” She said, giving up and walking away. “just checking.”

Sure enough, a white Toyota rolled into view from behind our driveway privets and around the corner of the house.

“He’s here, Mum!” I half shouted, getting up from my seat. I started making my way to the garage where the Toyota would be parked nearby. I walked outside, feeling a wave of warmth hit my face as I tried to squint through the bright sunlight. As my eyes adjusted, I made out Alex’s mum passing a sleeping bag to him from out of the car. Alex didn’t have his driver’s

licence yet so his parents had to drive him everywhere.

“Hi, Chris!” shouted Alex’s mum from across the gravel as she continued to load Alex up with unnecessary supplies. I gave a friendly wave at the pair as my own Mum appeared from the garage behind me.

“Hi, Jennifer!” Shouted my Mum, going into guest-greeting-mum-mode.

“Hi there, Liz!” She shouted back, passing an overburdened Alex a small weekend bag, probably full of clothes. Mum and I started making our way over to the new arrivals. The gravel was hot so I paid more attention to my feet rather than listening to the mothers making cliché conversation about finding the house alright and all that rubbish mothers always talk about.

When I finally managed to get to Alex, I was confronted with a pile of bags with a pair of bare legs sticking out the bottom.

“Haha hey man, you can put the bags over there if you like” I laughed, indicating a shaded spot just inside the garage. He laughed and started making his way over to the garage.

“And how are you, Alex?” My Mum asked a hobbling Alex in a feeble attempt to make him feel welcome.

“Fine thanks” He replied, concentrating more on not dropping the mountain in front of him. As Alex put down his stuff, we became isolated from the mums’ intriguing conversation about nice weather and moving houses. Alex turned and faced me, giving me a big friendly smile and a small chuckle. I returned the smile and went in for a hug.

“How are ya, man?” I thoughtlessly asked as we grabbed each other in a casual hug.

I breathed deeply as I felt my hands slide around his t-shirt and over his back. One arm over, one arm under. The hug was about three full seconds, reasonably long for a ‘straight’ guy-to-guy hug. It felt much longer though. My hands lingered as my fingertips lightly slid over his right shoulder blade while my left hand rested on his lower back, subtly pulling his hips closer to mine.

Seeing Alex and touching his body again made me want to do anything and everything. But Alex didn’t respond. No sensual rubbing, no deep look of desire, nothing. As the hug broke, my mind emptied. We stood there for a second just looking at each other before my awkwardness instinct kicked in and my brain fired out one of Mum’s small-talk lines.

“So you find the place alright?”

“Yeah, wasn’t too hard to find” He replied.

“Sweet.” I acknowledged his reply. “So you’ll be in the cottage with me, cool?”

“All good, is that the little building we passed near the driveway?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” My mind began to function again as I led Alex into the house to show him around. All thoughts of sex disappeared. For now.

The afternoon went quickly. Alex’s mum stayed for a cup of tea before heading off, and Alex and I spent the afternoon exploring our large, new property in the sun. At about 4 o’clock, we were getting hot and so decided to go for a swim. Alex went into the bathroom to get changed and I went to my bedroom. As I began to undress, my mind wandered back to Alex. Swimming with Alex in nothing but a pair of togs. I pictured Alex in a pair of speedos as I pulled down my own pants. His smooth, hairless body, glistening with water, only a small bit of fabric covered a large bulge between his legs.

My mind kept wandering as I pulled my togs up past my hip bones, my dick started to grow longer as I pictured myself rubbing my hands slowly up his slippery legs and over the wet bulge in his pants, then sliding around the back, gripping his tight little ass while he rubbed my dick through my togs.

I suddenly snapped out of it as I realised my dick had become hard in my shorts and was creating a conspicuous tent which could only be missed by a blind man.

‘Ah shit’ I thought. I started quickly brainstorming for a way to get into the pool without my massive erection being discovered, now regretting letting myself get into this state. ‘Should I wait for it to go floppy again?’ I thought. ‘No, it’ll take too long. Maybe I’ll just cover it with my towel and go for a quick running dive into the water. Yes, what other options do I have?’

I grabbed the towel on my desk chair and held it in front of my crotch, trying to make it look like a natural towel-carrying position while I opened my bedroom door. I walked quickly down the hallway towards the pool, hoping nobody would appear from an angle which would give them visibility of my boner. As I reached the pool, Alex was standing outside with his back facing me. I took advantage of this and quickly dropped my towel as I ran past him, my boner bouncing up and down as I jumped high into the pool.

There was a big splash as my body was engulfed by the cool water. My feet hit the bottom of the pool and I sprang back to the surface, wiping the water off my face. As the water cleared from my eyes I saw the unimpressed face of a wet Alex.

“Aw thanks for splashing me” he said sarcastically.

“Ah, you were going to get wet anyway” I smiled, flicking some more water at him.

He jumped out of range of the water and immediately I saw the flicker of mischief in his eyes that I longed to see. He took a couple of running steps towards the pool and jumped over my head into the pool. I flinched as my face was consumed by the splash. Soon afterwards, Alex popped back up bearing a victorious smile from ear to ear. I took no time in retaliating, curving my hand and firing water at him.

In no time at all we were in a fully fledged, pool water fight. Both of us locked in hydrocombat, firing as much water as we possibly could at the other. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe. Just holding my ground and hoping I was doing the same to Alex. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I turned my head for a large breath and plunged myself into the water, launching myself at Alex’s now-visible yet submerged waist.

As I reached him, my arms locked around his waist in a slow motion rugby tackle. He grabbed my shoulders in an attempt to wrestle me away starting a play fight in the water. I came up for air, wrestling Alex’s arms for no reason except dominance. We kept slipping and changing grip, laughing and making noises of effort. In one second he had my arms in a lock, then we slipped and I had him around the back, then we would slip again and one of us would be underwater. It was mayhem, and I was loving every second of it.

I started making stereotypical kung-fu noises and went for a slow-motion underwater karate kick, only for my leg to be grabbed by Alex again. He held on firmly to my slippery leg and I bucked and grabbed him again in an attempt to overpower him. In the struggle, as I was moving about, I felt Alex’s leg-grabbing hand start sliding up my leg. I thought nothing of it; I was preoccupied with winning the wrestle.

But as the wrestle went on, Alex’s hand slid further up my leg, up my naked thigh, pushing my togs further up. My heart skipped, my cock twitched, and my mind was now absent from our wrestling match. My grip loosened on Alex’s arm as his hand was high up my thigh, coming to a rest near my crotch.

All of a sudden, Alex gripped me, picking me up and dunking me back into the cool water. My head was engulfed. All I could see was the sunlight shining down into the water, lighting Alex as his hair swayed with the water's slow movements.

Suddenly I came to grips with Alex’s recent move. I grabbed him again and we resumed our wrestling underwater. Our hands sped around; grabbing and pulling and pushing each other.

Alex was still smiling, occasionally releasing bubbles from his mouth with every burst of underwater laughter as I poked his stomach jestingly. He turned and began to swim away but I was faster. I grabbed him around the waist from behind and felt his warm back against my slippery stomach.

He couldn’t move, I had him locked. I was running out of air, but I was happy staying underwater as long as I was wrapped around Alex. He wriggled in my arms, trying to break free, his ass brushing my cock from time to time.