From the moment I met Mike on the college snowboarding trip, I knew we were going to connect and be close. We ended up staying in the same cabin because at the time, he was dating a good friend of mine and they were great together. It's one of those things in life you just feel and don't try to explain. The universe throws a good person your way and you just go with it. We bonded quickly and quickly became best friends during the trip.
You see, I was really into him for the first couple days and thought he could be into guys. But, Mike was just one of those straight dudes who was really secure in his sexuality and that was that. A bit of an alpha male in his own right without being obnoxious about it. He was a little above average height, had a nice athletic build (you could tell he spent time at the gym), and a personality that could make anyone like him. He'd gone to school in the area I grew up for a while, so we had plenty to talk about, before moving up to go to school in the Bay. I decided things just be better left to a good friendship given the circumstances.
I had more recently started considering myself bisexual or pansexual, but it was something I had only started realizing since the beginning of college. I was a couple inches taller than him, had a slim athletic build, and liked to keep to myself a bit more while still being likable. It was great when we'd go out during the trip because he would do most of the talking and I could still be a part of the group.
After the trip, we hung out pretty regularly. He ended up only living about 5 blocks away from me in the city, so it was a quick walk down to his place. We would sit around and watch snowboard/outdoor sports edits and talk about chicks while we smoked and drank the nights away. I never really got around to telling him that I was into dudes too because it just didn't really ever feel like the right time.
A few months after the trip, my friend and him broke up making things a little awkward for me, but I still maintained a good relationship with both. With him being my best friend, I was hanging out with him a lot to help him get through it. We went on a couple weekend trips and got out to the beach quite a bit to help him clear his mind. Time passed and eventually he was able to move on.
A few months later, the end of the semester and graduation was approaching. We decided to get a place together for the six months following while I worked on an internship and he at a temporary position he landed in his field. We had about a week to move after graduation and soon found ourselves freshly moved into a decent sized apartment central to all our favorite hangout spots in the city.
We decided to hit up one of our favorite bars to celebrate the first night in a new place and the possibilities of new beginnings. The bar was a little slower than normal when we walked in, but we didn't let that stop us from getting started with two shots of whiskey. We followed those up with a few more beers, a few games of darts, and a game of pool that he completely obliterated me at. After trying to pick a couple of chicks up with no luck, we decided to call it a good night, paid our tab, and walked home.
We walked in the door and queued a playlist of edits to watch. I put on some more comfortable shorts and plopped down on the couch. Mike walked into the kitchen. I could hear some glasses clinking around and the cabinets opening and closing.
"Hey, Olliver!" He called in a sing-songy voice.
"What, man?" I replied
"Just because we couldn't pick up any chicks tonight doesn't mean we are going to stop the party. We're gonna party all night long like we're still in college."
"Dude, it's only been like a week. Haha. Fair enough though."
I hopped off the couch and walked into the kitchen. There were two double shots of whiskey sitting and waiting on the counter when I walked around the corner. He picked one up for himself and passed one to me.
In a bit of a dramatic, sarcastic-sounding drunken speech, Mike cheersed, "This is to new beginnings, plenty of success, to this friendship, and is taking this world by storm."
We took the shots and high-fived. That one was much harder to take down as I was already pretty drunk. He turned around to the other counter and when he returned presented me with a bowl. I obliged immediately and felt my mind ease a bit.
We sat in the couch for a few hours shooting the shit playing cards. He had bested me at more than a few games and I wasn't willing to lose anymore money to him so we just sat back and watched some more edits.
"Man, it sucks we couldn't pick up any chicks tonight." He said after a while sounding pretty disappointed.
"There'll be plenty of time for that while we're still here."
"I know, I just haven't gotten laid in so long."
"Tell me about it man."
In a voice a little more confident than I would have expected, "You could always help me out."
"Huh?" I froze, staring forward, not really believing what he had just said to me.
"Man look, you're my best friend. I know when you're interested in someone. And I know how you check me out all the time."
I slowly turned my head to meet his gaze, "What are you talking about, Dude?"
"It's okay though, I'm an attractive dude. You should. And I see how you've been checking out my bulge, haven't you?"
My eyes dropped slightly to look down at his bulge.
"And by the looks of it, you like what you see."
He was right, I just thought he had always been too oblivious to it. He could see it on my face.
"It's okay man" he said while getting closer to me and putting his arm around my shoulder, "I've checked you out, too. I'm not really into dudes as you know, but you do have a great body. I've caught more than a few glances. You like that don't you? Answer me."
"I do, Mike. I just didn't think you ever really noticed or would ever be interested."
He didn't say anything at first. He just put his other hand on the inside of my thigh and tightened his grip before starting to rub the inside of my leg up and down for a few moments.
"Well, tonight your in luck. I'm going to give you what you need, Olliver."
He moved his hand up to my face and pulled me in aggressively, but stopped short to give me the softest, most intimate kiss. "You're going to make me feel so good tonight. You want that, don't you?"
I was silent.
"Answer me, dude. You want to make make your straight best friend feel good tonight, don't you?"
"Yes" I said in a whispered voice.
He didn't hesitate and began to kiss my neck. I let out a moan. He knew this was one of my biggest pleasure spots from all the talks about sex we had.
He worked on my neck for a few minutes before sliding his hand up the front side of my shirt. He found my nipples, which were pierced, and played with them a bit. Everything felt so great. I was still partially in disbelief that this was happening, but to faded to really care because I was finally getting a chance to get intimate with this man.
"Take off your shirt." I did. "Look at that body. You like keeping it in shape thinking of me, huh?" I hesitated and he immediately continued to rub my body and kiss my neck. He was being soft and tender and I just soaked it all in.
