Thanks for the nice comments left for part 1, it really motivates me to keep writing. This story has a finite length and I'll do my best to post regularly until it's done. I hope you enjoy.
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The next morning I was still lying in the same position, naked and with a sheet stuck to my chest. Groggily I turned over, but Chris wasn't in bed with me. I found my clothes, pulled them on and headed out of Chris' room to get something to eat before my stomach had a chance to realize what I'd done to it the night before.
As I stumbled into the kitchen, to my horror both Chris and his brother Jonah were sitting at the table. Shit! What if Jonah knew? He knew enough of my friends everyone would know I was gay! Wait, was I gay? A hundred scenarios ran through my head. I was drunk last night wasn't I? What if I dreamt the whole thing? Fuck, I had dried cum on my chest, he was sure to smell it. But if he noticed anything, he didn't show it.
"Hey loser" he said as he noticed me.
"He's the loser?" asked Chris, "Who threw up on his keyboard last night?"
"You threw up on your keyboard?" I asked.
"Fuck you Chris! Fine we'll call it a draw."
"I've got to go to the bathroom." I decided breakfast would have to wait until after I'd showered.
Under the hot water, still slightly drunk, with light streaming in through the window, the last night seemed like some far off memory and I decided not to mention anything to Chris. Still, despite myself I couldn't help but think about Chris grinding his cock against me. It would have been so easy for him to slide off his underwear too and ... with that thought I instantly had an erection. No. I wasn't going to think about it. I was straight, I thought, and that was the end of that.
I dried off, put on my dirty clothes again and headed in for breakfast. I don't remember what we talked about. Chris seemed unfazed and more interested in teasing his brother. I wolfed down my food and took off, still lost in my own throughs.
Although I'd been hanging out with Chris basically every day since we'd met, I didn't call him the next day and he didn't call me. Now that I had some distance, the whole thing made me uncomfortable. I didn't exactly regret what had happened, but thinking about it made me ask myself questions I didn't know the answers to. I wasn't attracted to guys, well ... except for a couple times, and I guess I'd had a couple fantasies I jerked off to, but they didn't count because I always thought about girls again before I came... You get the idea.
It was three days before I heard from Chris again. Maybe he was feeling weird about it too, but if he was, he didn't sound like it. He called to ask if I wanted to meet in the park. We hung out and talked and kept the appropriate bro-body-distance like nothing had happened. We even chatted up some girls and this time I ended up with the digits. When it came time to go it was because he had some family event. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like he hesitated before leaving, like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how.
For a while we hung out regularly again, managing to get lost in endless rambling conversations or just wasting time like we used to, but there were some changes. Now I hung out with Chris or my other friends, but didn't invite them out together. Also, I started talking to him about girls.
I'd dated a girl a couple of times that I'd met that summer. To tell the truth nothing much happened, but I talked about her just the same, probably trying to prove something to myself. Chris listened politely, but it was obvious he was just humoring me until the topic changed again.
With summer drawing to a close and both of us getting ready to head back to different universities we were both getting busy and hadn't seen each other for a couple days when he called to ask if I wanted to come over for a movie night.
"My family's out of town, so you can crash here if you like."
"Sure, sounds good." I answered, not sure what he meant.
When I arrived he had popcorn, beer and a stack of VHS tapes ready to go (yes I'm that old). We watched a couple movies sitting side by side on the sofa, drinking beer and talking, but always maintaining the the appropriate amount of body distance for two "purely heterosexual" friends. It was well after midnight and several beers when he asked me if I was up for one more movie.
"Go for it" I said, "but I don't guarantee I'll stay awake for it."
"That's alright. We can go to bed, I'm tired too." In a rare show of uncertainty he added, "If you'd like your privacy you can crash in my brother's room."
"Nah. Who knows when he last washed his sheets."
"Mine were definitely cleaned after you were here last time."
Did he really just say that? I decided to ignore it and with my stomach full of butterflies, we went into his room and stripped to our boxers. Despite myself I snuck a peak at his body as he undressed and think I caught him doing the same. Thankfully I was too nervous to get an erection or I probably would have chickened out and slept in Jonah's room. We both slid into bed under the blankets, not touching, both laying on our backs, neither saying anything nor daring to make a move. After an awkward silence, Chris finally said, "Good night."
"Yeah, good night man, thanks for the movies."
I just lay there quietly for a moment, very awake and unsure what to do. I'd successfully avoided thinking about what had happened that night, but now laying next to Chris in the dark, all sorts of thoughts came flooding back into my head, his touch, his embrace, skin on skin. In less than a week I was going to leave for college and who knew when I'd see him again. Did I really want to leave this question unanswered? I replayed in my mind the memory of him jerked me off, getting turned on and trying to work up the courage to do something.
I couldn't think of a way to initiate without it feeling forced and I wasn't sure I had the courage for it anyway, so I decided to roll over on my side and see if he'd take the invitation to spoon. I rolled over, but he didn't move. Maybe he thought I was trying to get further away from him, or that I just wanted to sleep. I listened to his breathing for a second and he was definitely as awake as I was. I decided to be more overt.
"Man it's cold in your room tonight."
"You want more blanket?" Damn! He didn't get the hint.
"Sure." I answered.
To my surprise, relief and partial dread, he rolled over, throwing his blanket over me as he curled up. He arm came back to rest on my arm. Not satisfied, I took his hand and held it against my stomach, surprising myself in the process. Did I really just instigate this? He took the invitation and began massaging my stomach like he'd done before, my cock immediately sprung to life.
Lying passively, I waited impatiently this time as his hand slowly explored my body, hoping with each stroke that his fingers would slide down and touch my erection, but he was having none of it. He was going to take his time and he was driving me crazy in the process. When yet another pass of his hand failed to go below the line of my boxers, I pushed back into him, pressing my ass firmly against his crotch. This time it was Chris who shuddered.
