A bit of an explanation before the story starts. I'm 'James' a 21 year old male, I've been as curious as hell ever since I was 15, but never really done anything about it. I live in Auckland, New Zealand, where the legal age is 16, but have changed the ages in this story to the obligatory 18. All my stories feature me as the main character, most of the details about me in the stories are correct, though I am a little less fit than stated :) We're allowed our fantasies. Comments and good criticism would be appreciated, as this the first story I have uploaded. This will be a series :P
-===========- Winter’s Night -===========-
It was a dark and stormy winters night. I was sitting at home on the couch, the fire roaring in front of me, a hot bi porno playing on dvd. The crackling of the fireplace seemed to push back the roaring of the winters storm, both sounds drowning out the sounds coming from the TV.
I was just sitting there, considering getting up off my lazy arse to refill my whisky, when a face appeared at my back door. As the rain was sleeting sideways into the door, I quickly got up, stopped the dvd, and opened it.
It was a young boy of about 18, he was crying and looked absolutely exhausted, he was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, and was almost blue from the cold. He stammered out "Oh, s-s-sorry, I d-didn't realize there was anyone here" "Nonsense" said I, "You must be absolutely freezing, come inside and get warm". He stumbled gratefully through the door and stood dripping in front of the fire place.
Now that this boy was under good light, I had to stop myself staring, he was absolutely beautiful. Around 5'4", sandy brown hair made almost black by the rain, lightly tanned, and like me, muscular without being bulky, he had a perfect upper body profile, Shapely legs, that looked shaven, and from what I could see, he was fairly well hung.
"Wait there, I'll get you some warm clothes", I hurried quickly into my room, and after brief consideration, grabbed a pair sweat pants that had gotten too small, and an old sweatshirt. On my way back to the lounge, I grabbed the bottle of whisky, an extra glass, and a towel.
The boy hadn't moved from where I had left him, apart to stretch his hands out to my fire. "Come on" I said briskly "You're absolutely soaked, take those clothes off, and get dry" I handed him the pile of clothes, and turned away to the table to fill the glasses. "Don't worry," I said to the wall "I won't turn back till you say"
After a predictably short period of time, the boy said "I'm done, but I'm still freezing inside". "That's what this is for" I handed him a small glass of whisky "Don't drink it too quickly, it may make you sick". He downed the glass, and handed it back to me. "Ahh.. That's better" He looked as if he was beginning to relax slightly. I dragged the couch over closer to the fireplace, and sat, motioning for him to do the same.
He sat next to me on my small two-seater couch. I noticed that his leg, where it touched mine, was still cold. I put my right arm round him, instead of flinching away, as I fully expected him to do, he sighed, and relaxed into my half embrace.
"So why where you out alone on a nasty night like this" I asked gently, Now he did stiffen up slightly, but made no move to pull away. "It's a long story, and strangely enough I feel like I can tell you" I remained quiet, silently giving him reassurance.
"Well, this morning, my best friend asked if I wanted to come over for an all-nighter on the playstation. His parents are away for a couple of days, and he's got the place to him self. Well, I got over there about 3, and we played till about 9, stopping for eats every now and then. Around 9, he asked if I was going to join him in his parents indoor spa. Liking the thought of a nice warm spa, I quickly agreed. We stripped down to our boxers and jumped in. After about 15 minutes of horseplay, we sat back and relaxed. He asked if I had ever felt aroused by other guys, I cautiously replied that I had, and he leaned over and kissed me". By this time, the boy was crying softly again. "I couldn't handle it, I've loved him almost since I knew him, it was just too much at once, I ran and now he'll hate me forever".
"I seriously doubt that" I said "In fact, he's probably kicking himself for driving you away right now, I would be" I hadn't meant to say that last bit, but it was probably the best thing I could have said, he turned to face me "You're..." "Yes, bi actually, but I definitely prefer males" He reached up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me down to him, he started covering my lips in kisses. After a second of wondering whether or not it was right for me to be french-kissing this boy, I gave in, and parted his lips with my tongue. He began to massage my lips with his tongue, while mine sought to explore the inside of his mouth.
After about 5 minutes of hot and heavy kissing, he broke away and exclaimed "My god! That beats kissing a girl any day, I have to call him, can I borrow your phone please?" I inwardly chuckled at his complete turn around in mood and handed him the cellphone from my pocket.
