On we go:
At least I got Nick to admit what he wanted, but I was pretty sure he was a little freaked out because of last night. To be honest, I think I did move a little too quick. I had to know if he was willing to admit what he wanted, and we could do our thing, and he could still be "straight". You would be surprised how many guys I fooled around with in highschool and college that still considered themselves straight after, but hey it wasn't my job to convince anyone they were something else, I just wanted to get off. The important thing for them was that they could wake up the next day and justify what they did was just because they were horny. Straight guys need to be able to convince themselves they are still straight (even after having a dick in their mouth), so I needed to slow down with Nick a bit so I wouldn't make things too complicated, or make him doubt himself.
So as an early riser I was up before he was, he looked uncomfortable on the couch. Their wasn't much room to move around with the couch in my room, but I woke him up, and moved him over to my bed. He could finish his sleep in the bed while I got up and showered. I dragged the couch back to the common room on the way to the shower and hopped under the water. Now I was only barely 19 at the time, remember that, so I was really unsure of what I was doing and was constantly doubting myself. But also as a 19 year old, I was having exactly what I wanted from Nick, and I guess he was getting what he wanted too. So mixed emotions, and I didn't want to alienate Nick by being too forceful. I got out of the shower and dressed, Nick was still sleeping. I watched him a little bit, I always had a thing for that. If he knew I was watching him while he slept he probably would have been creeped out. I wanted to look at him again (little him), see it sober and soft. I lifted his boxers a little and took a peek. Not bad I thought haha. Like me, his dick soft wasn't much smaller than when it was hard, nice flared head. My dickhead was bigger than my shaft, his was the opposite, but it didn't matter because he was really thick as it went down the length. The hardest thing for someone to take his dick wasn't the head, it was what came after that. His balls were bigger than I remembered from last night and loose, maybe they were busy working on building his next load. I ended my little curiosity adventure hard as a rock, and started to do shit in the room a little too loud, trying to wake him up. Success.
Nick: Hey man, I'm gonna shower.
Me: Cool, you can use one of my towels if you want to avoid going back to your stank room.
Nick: Thanks dude. I have to go back to the room after and change, maybe we can grab some food after.
He stripped and grabbed a towel. My first real look at his ass. I of course got harder, I had to stay in the desk chair so Nick wouldn't see my tent. He went off to the shower, but left his dirty clothes in my room. I thought about something, still unsure about everything I was doing. I grabbed his dirty boxers from the ground and started jerking off. I smelled them a little bit, and they smelled amazing. Like his dick left a scent for me to enjoy. I didn't last long and came inside his boxers. Shit, he is gonna fucking notice that. At the time I was doing it, I didn't care, it felt so fucking good. I smeared the cum around in his boxers near the opening for his dick. He came back already dressed and said he was sorry he left his dirty shit on the ground and grabbed them. Thankfully, it was about an hour after I came on them, so the cum had time to cool down and start to harden.
Nick: Shit I must have cum in these last night haha.
Me: Yea haha, happens to me all the time (never did), lets get some breakfast. (my heart was pounding).
I mean I knew we did what we did last night, but I didn't want him to know I was sniffing his dirty boxers and cumming into them. That would have been enough to scare him away, I was pretty sure of it. Not to mention, we would be playing hockey together, and we started a serious friendship - I didn't want things to get awkward if what he had going fell apart. He never denied anything that we did, but he wasn't exactly open to talking about it the next day either. I was young so I wasn't exactly sure how to go about the situation. I know I was forceful the night before, but I was faking it more than knowing what to do. The only thing that really made me feel better is that he had as much to lose as I did, and I knew him well enough now, he wasn't the kinda kid to bring the house down around us. He was a horny teenager like me, and if thats all we got from this (friendship with sex on the side) then that was fine with me.
We went to breakfast and neither one of us showed any regret from what we did, I mean we didn't talk about it, but we just acted normal. Making jokes, planning the day etc. Nick pretty much lived in my room for the year. He would sleep in his room most nights, but outside of that we were getting inseperateable. And that was fine with me, we could build our friendship, and maybe I could use that to convince him to do other things. See, the difference back then (and probably now too) for a guy who was bi-sexual was obvious. With a girl, you had to convince or beg them for sex, pay attention to them, hang out, talk, do shit you didn't want to do etc...and MAYBE you would get some play. But, maybe that night they weren't in the mood, or they would just dangle pussy in front of you because they knew they could just to mind fuck you. With a guy, even a straight one, it was different. At 19, neither Nick or I really cared how we got off, just to get off, and at that age, we needed to get off a lot. Not to mention it was easy, we enjoyed hanging out with each other, and Nick started to get the hang of what we had going on. Friends first and the occasional cumshots later :). So we worked out, played a little at the outdoor roller rink, ate some food and came back to shower. I wish I could say we showered together that night, but we didn't. We got back to my room and started fucking around on the computer. It was still early, but I could tell he wanted to start drinking, so I said sure go ahead.
Nick: Fuck around with the mic and make some tapes?
Me: Sure dude, man you need to go into broadcasting or something.
Nick: Haha nah, not my thing. I just want to have something to listen to 20 years from now and remember college.
And I still have those recordings too. 4 computers later and several harddrives. I actually stopped writing to listen a few in between haha.
We were both in shirts and t-shirts that night, I think he kinda figured it was easier than jeans to get out of if something went down later in the night. My goal tonight was pretty simple. Well it had 2 parts. I wanted some assplay with him, try to finger him while we were doing our thing, and have him sleep in the bed with me. I know I sound like the gayest self proclaimed straight guy ever, but back then, I wanted a warm body in bed with me, especially one I was a good friend with. I wasn't lugging that fucking couch in my room all the time, so I thought of a different idea. I would give him the option of stacking his bed on mine that night, but I knew we would be too drunk to do it. I know you must think this is fantasy, but in reality, I think less than half my friends didn't fool around with another guy in college. It was just a private thing, like this was. I don't know if they were ashamed, or scared of the stigma, but fuck it right, it felt good, we were both into it, and it made sense at the time. And no, I am not trying to justify anything we did, but a lot of emails I get from people can't believe these things actually happen in college. They do. Guys get so close to each other, and feel safe, they want to get something else out of it on the side, it just ends up happening sometimes. Just need to take that chance, thats all.
So we were drinking, just messing around with making sound clips, playing games. It was about 10pm.
Nick: Lemme grab the couch and bring it in the room so we don't have to do it later, move your chair.
Me: Nah man, we got time for that later, slow down. That thing weighs 1000 pounds dude.
Nick: K, I'll make a few more drinks.
Me: Anyway, I was thinking, just stack your bed on mine if this is gonna be permanent.
Nick: I'm ok with the couch, I still have all my shit in my room and people will be talking if I move my bed in here haha.
I laughed with him. I was thinking in my head "Really Nick? You think it looks better sleeping on the couch in my room every night instead?". I didn't say anything, let him think whatever he wanted if it made him feel better. And no, no one ever questioned or wondered about us out loud. If they thought something was going down, they never said anything or asked. His roommate did suck to be honest and he smelled, so pretty much the best real cover story you could hope for. And both of us being on the hockey team, the suitemates probably figured we were just that much closer because of the connection. We arm wrestled and punched each other a little bit in between playing. It was past midnight by now and he was wasted, I wasn't far behind him.
Nick: Man I'm beat, I can't go back to the room though. And no way I am moving that couch haha.
Me: Sit on my bed and take a nap if you want.
He did and laid down on my bed. Even though I wanted him to sleep in bed with me, it would be a tight fit...I didn't care. He was just laying there, eyes open. I went over and joined him and told him I could use a lay down myself. I think he understood my plan, or not, who knows we were drunk. I got on the bed next to him, he made the first move again. A really sloppy drunk move, because he swatted at my balls more than tried to feel them through my shorts. I put my hand down the front of his shorts and started to jerk him off a little bit. I guided his hand to do the same to me. We both got hard real quick, but, we were also really drunk and passed out in that position. Hands down each others shorts, grabbing dick. I woke up about 3 hours later, I didn't sleep through the night and his hand was still on my dick. I took his hand and used it to start jerking me off, hoping it would wake him up. It didn't. So I'll find another way. I started rubbing up his chest and played with his nipples a little bit while I jerked him. He started to wake up barely. He was still shitfaced. He wasn't able to do much in the sex department, so I tried to blow him and his whiskey dick (look it up). I did my best and he got hard eventually but didn't end up shooting. I wanted to try something. I would never rape anyone, but I wanted him to wake up with my dick in his ass crack, tip against his hole and see how he would react. I rolled him over and positioned my hard dick head right against his hole and went to bed. I knew I would go soft when I went to sleep, but I was hoping with morning wood, it would find its way back home :). It was an interesting morning when we woke up.
Thanks for comments again, I'm trying to make this as true to what actually happened (rather than what I wanted to happen haha).