If there was anything I had learned over the last two years it was that good things can happen in the strangest of ways. Today had been pretty strange and as a result I couldn't sleep, but the soft snoring coming from the man at my side meant I was alone with my thoughts.
Some of my thoughts were definitely about him, considering how I could wake him and get more of his touches and kisses, remembering how he had made love to me before falling asleep and imagining how it would be just as perfect the next time, but it was only fair to let him sleep.
I smiled as he moved, unconsciously coming closer to me and making me shiver with the electricity that his touches always caused. Just looking at him, his arm across me and his naked torso half revealed by the covers, was arousing me but I was too tired for that even if I couldn't seem to drop off.
Sighing softly, I snuggled up closer, hearing a sleepy mumble as I settled against his warm body. How did I get so lucky? Or maybe the question should be how had one crazy idea and all the pleasure and heartache that followed it led to something so right?
* * * * * *
Two years earlier...
"We want your help in a little experiment," my sister Alison said as I sat finishing my meal at her dinner table.
I looked across at her to try and get an idea of what it was about, but saw nothing but her usual smile. She always seemed to be happy and I wished sometimes that I had inherited the optimistic personality she had. Aside from that, with her blonde hair and blue eyes just like mine, there was no doubt we were related, but I was far more cautious and inhibited than her and I loved spending time around her just to see that side of my favourite person.
We had company that night. I'd not met her friend Sara properly before, but I knew of her and had seen her at parties with groups of friends. I always ate with my sister on a Thursday night and sometimes there were other friends there, but up until tonight I had barely spoken to Sara. She was pretty fun, and the conversation had flowed freely between the three of us for most of the meal.
As we finished up I noticed the two of them making eye contact, and started to feel that there was something going on that I was unaware of. The nod of Sara's head towards me was clearly an indication that my sister should talk to me and I sat waiting for whatever it was. She looked at me and blushed, aware that I had caught their silent exchange, and then she told me they wanted help.
"What experiment?"
They exchanged some more nervous glances and I started to get worried.
"Is this something I'm going to get in trouble for? Because if so, forget it. I'm not getting hit for any type of experiment."
Alison giggled. "How about hitting on someone?"
Interesting idea, but not really my thing. I went to pieces around guys I really liked and chatting one up was a skill I had never developed. Thankfully enough men came to me that I could have my pick if I wanted. I did want to know more about what the girls were up to though.
"Depends if that will get me hit, laughed at, or laid."
"We're not sure," Sara told me. "but I reckon it will get you laid."
"Tell me more. I'm not agreeing to anything until I have all the information. You want me to try it on with some guy you know?"
"With my ex," Sara confirmed.
I had trouble swallowing rather than spitting out my drink at that point, wondering if she was referring to the man I had seen her with at a party last year. If it was him, then I didn't know if I could, and not for fear of getting punched but because I thought he was absolutely beautiful and I couldn't make an idiot of myself in front of him. I looked across at my sister for help, or confirmation, or anything. She was grinning at me and winked when I caught her gaze.
"That one, yes. The gorgeous guy you couldn't take your eyes off all night. His name's Cameron."
I knew I'd gone red and I glanced quickly at Sara to see if she was upset about it, but she was just smiling too.
"Alison told me, I don't mind. He is very good looking."
Good looking was an understatement from where I was sitting. Masculine perfection was what I had thought at the time. Dark hair that he obviously took plenty of time to style and sculpt, sparkling mid-brown eyes in a beautiful face. He was slightly tanned that summer, a golden glow to his skin than really suited him although I had no doubt he'd be as stunning without it. And then that body, even though I hadn't seen it other than fully clothed, broad shouldered, slightly taller than my 5'10, obviously toned all over but not too broad or over muscled. I was having shivers just thinking about it.
I really hadn't been able to stop looking at him that night, and since then he had starred in more than a couple of my fantasies, but I was now very confused about what they were asking of me. I would have thought the fact that she had been his girlfriend was a very good indication that a man chatting him up would not be welcome.
"Why? Is it to get him back for breaking up with you?"
She laughed, not concerned about my accusation.
"I broke up with him. I had some doubts about him, and I'd like you to help settle them. I think it would be good for him to explore a little."
"You think he's bi, and you want me to try and get him into bed?" I asked, incredulous.
"Well, yes. I think he needs to know what he wants, and I think what he needs, at least for one night, is a man."
I kept staring at her, hoping she would burst into laughter and tell me this was all some big joke, but both of them were looking at me expectantly.
"You're serious about this?"
"Yes. You like him enough to spend a night ogling him, so the worst that will happen is you get to see him again. Best case scenario you get to do a lot more than look."
I swallowed hard, trying not to let my mind run away with ideas of that, and fairly sure the women could tell by my silence that I liked that idea. I was glad I was sitting at a table and they couldn't see the effect my thoughts were having on my cock right then.
"It's a crazy idea," I stuttered out. "If he wanted sex with a guy he could go get it. Why on earth would he agree to this? And why me?"
"He doesn't know any gay guys. Neither do I for that matter," Sara told me.
"I'm glad I'm front of the queue on the basis of being the only gay man you know," I said, slightly bitterly.
Alison interrupted me. "I suggested you, and I know plenty of guys through you we could have asked. You like the look of him, and you're trustworthy not some random guy who might hurt him. Plus it's much easier to engineer you meeting him than anyone else."
"How? Tell me the rest of the plan you two have cooked up, because I'm not convinced."
"I still see him a lot," Sara said. "He's single and we came out of everything friends, although that is partly because I didn't mention my suspicions. I'll invite Alison and you over next time he is coming round, and we'll have a few drinks together."
"And I just start hitting on him?"
"We thought of that and it would be better to engineer it slowly without you having to be really blatant with him. So once we are all nice and mellow, we'll play truth or dare. Nice and early we'll make it clear with some question we ask you that you are gay, and then we'll dare him to kiss you or something like that, see where it goes."
"This is not making it better. You're going to get him drunk, make him kiss me, and hope it gives him ideas? There's no way that could go wrong," I replied with sarcasm.
"It's not going to hurt. If he really hates the idea he won't do it, but I doubt he'll mind, and if he doesn't we can up the ante. It will put the idea in his head, and if it revolts him then he won't do anything more. If it doesn't you'll be there ready and waiting."