My straight friend

It was the middle of February. Some of my friends from school and I were at a cottage in the mountains, which we had rented for the birthday of one of our friends. We were a total of 14 people, 8 girls and 6 guys. I was close friends with some of the people there, an acquaintance with others and some I was meeting for the first time, as two of the girls that were invited had brought their boyfriends.

One of the guys I was close friends with was Jeremy. He was a classmate from university I often hung out with, along with two of the other guys that were at the cottage. He had just turned 21 the month before, and we had celebrated the occasion in that same cottage as well. The group we were with that night consisted of mostly the same people, but there were, however, some key differences. Namely Nat, the girl he had been crushing on, had now brought her new boyfriend Alex along. He knew this would be the case and had done his best not to let that fact ruin his evening, but it was obvious that he wasn’t in the best mood.

The evening started alright. We drank, ate and chatted until we were tipsy enough to turn up the music and have some fun as we drank more and more. I could see Jeremy dancing and flirting with one of the girls.

“Good for him” I thought. I was glad to see he wasn’t too hung up on Nat, but at the same time I did also feel a little bit jealous of the girl he was flirting with. I had long ago realized that I had developed a bit of a crush on him, but I had mostly convinced myself that it was an innocent little thing, that was just going to go away on its own. Well, it had been months, and the crush was still there, no matter how hard I was trying to ignore it.

I looked away and kept on dancing and trying to have fun, but every now and then I would look in their direction only to see them dance together and laugh. I tried to ignore it but under the influence of the alcohol, my feelings became harder and harder to ignore, so eventually I stepped out on the porch hoping the cold winter air would sober me up.

I set out there for a while, looking at the night sky and thinking about my feelings and how I had to let go of them, when the door behind me opened. I looked over my shoulder and surprisingly saw Jeremy walking out, looking disappointed. He held a glass in each hand and handed me one of them as he sat down next to me.

“Why are you outside man?” I asked as I took the glass from his hand “It looked like you were about to get lucky.” I took a sip from the whiskey and so did he before sighing and answering.

“She didn’t want to go any further than dancing” he answered simply “Unfortunately for me I didn’t really pick up on that and I tried to kiss her” he continued and then turned around to show me the slap mark on his left cheek.

“Ouch” I said and then chuckled softly “I’m sorry man, maybe next time.”

“I don’t get it dude, am I unattractive or what” he asked and turned towards me. I could see sadness in his eyes “Nat didn’t like me bag, the one before her didn’t like me back, what am I doing wrong?” he asked genuinely.

I looked away from him and took another sip.

“You’re not unattractive.” I said quietly “It’s just, sometimes you just have shit luck. And also even if you were the hottest and most interesting guy on planet earth, still not everyone would like you.”

“So you’re saying, I’m not the hottest most interesting guy on Earth?” he teased “Shit dude, I was hoping for a confidence boost”

I laughed softly “You know what I mean. You’re hot, and you’re interesting but if you don’t like the right person for you that might still not be enough” I explained “And if you think you have it bad, look at me. Every guy here is a hottie, yet I can’t try my luck with any of them.”

I saw him turn to me in my peripheral vision “Shit.. yeah. That must suck” he said simply “So you’re saying we’re all hotties then? You wanna score each of us?” he said teasingly, bumping his shoulder against mine. I turned to him only to see him grin from ear to ear. I let out a laugh.

“Shut up Jer. I already told you you’re hot. You’re not fishing any more compliments out of my drunken mouth.”

We talked a bit more before both of us realized we were getting cold. Jeremy suggested we go back inside but I honestly didn’t have the energy for it. We were going to be staying at the cottage for one more night, so I figured I could go get a hot shower and turn in early for the first night. I doubted anyone would miss me too much anyway.

I slipped back inside with Jeremy, but instead of joining everyone on the dance floor, I made my way towards the bedrooms. I went into Jeremy’s and my bedroom and opened my suitcase, getting some lube and a small dildo out. Alcohol always made me horny, so I figured I could relieve that, while everyone was still partying.

I took a long hot shower, steaming up the bathroom and cleaned myself before using the dildo on me for a long, long while. In the end that itch for dick, the alcohol awakened was almost satisfied, but honestly, I was getting a bit tired, so I jacked myself off, rinsed again and went to bed.

I fell asleep almost immediately, though I was soon awoken by the sounds of someone moving through the room. I shuffled in my bed but didn’t say anything as it was most likely just Jeremy going to bed. I laid still, waiting to just fall asleep again, as the room became quiet again. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard faint noises again. It sounded as if Jer was moving around in his bed, but fast. I picked up soft moans and noticed how deep his breathing was, and suddenly I felt wide awake. He was jerking off. I immediately lost it and started chuckling softly.

“Dude are you seriously jacking off, right now?” I asked amused but at the same time turned on. Even though we often talked about sex and our experiences, we had ever done anything sexual in each other’s proximity.

“Shit man.” he answered as I saw his silhouette jump up in the bed “I thought you’d be fast asleep by now. You went to bed like more than an hour ago.”

“I kept myself busy for a while.” I answered vaguely “Guess I wasn’t sleeping that deeply yet when you came in.” There was a brief awkward pause as neither of us really knew what to do with himself in this new situation before I spoke again.

“So, I guess you didn’t get lucky, huh?” I asked, finally looking over at him in his bed. From the small amount of moonlight coming through the window and the curtains I could see that he was shirtless. I could barely make out where the blanket ended and his skin began but with enough effort and squinting, I realized one of his hands was still beneath the covers, even though he had stopped stroking his cock.

“Nope.” He answered simply “I mean there isn’t much I can do after I get rejected, is there? I didn’t really feel like going for some other chick and looking desperate to get laid.” he explained with a bit of sadness in his voice.

“You are desperate though.” I said in a teasing tone as I turned in my bed, so that I was lying on my side, facing him. As I kept looking at him, I managed to see more and more details. His other hand was raised and tucked beneath his head, giving me a perfect view of his hairy pit. I could see his pecs and nipples, the light covering of hair on his chest and the treasure trail, going down his stomach and disappearing beneath the blanket.

“Shut up” he shot back, though chuckling “You’re even more desperate than me, wanting to sleep with every guy in the house.” He teased back, turning his head towards me as a grin grew on his face.

“Well, what can I say, when there’s a bunch of hunks in a house, I’m going to want to sleep with them” I said matter-of-factly, not denying my own sexual frustration. “At least when I am feeling desperate, I can always leave early, lock myself in the bathroom and shove a dildo in my ass.” I said feeling emboldened by the fact that I had caught him jerking off.

“You fucker, is that what you did?” he asked, propping himself up on his arm and looking towards the bathroom “With all of us in the house?” he continued, obviously shocked by the revelation.

“What do you mean in the house, you were jacking off in the same room with me.”

“That’s fair.” He lied back down, putting his hand back beneath his head. We became quiet again for a while. This time it was he that broke the silence.

“So… I guess, you really wanted some dick?” he asked almost too quiet for me to hear, and I could swear I saw his hand slowly moving up and down again.

“Is that a question?” I asked “Yeah, obviously, I was horny, if I locked myself with a dildo in a bathroom at a party. Why?” I kept my gaze fixed at the arm that was beneath the blanket and yes, I was right, he had resumed stroking himself, just a lot more slowly than when I caught him earlier.

“I don’t know, just asking.” he said quietly again. “Thinking.”

I remained silent for a minute. I felt my heart sing when he said that. I didn’t want to let my mind go there, as what I was thinking and what he was thinking were probably two very different things. And still, I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Thinking about what?” I asked finally. He didn’t answer for a few minutes, just kept on slowly stroking himself. I didn’t know if he knew I could see that, and I was afraid to ask my question again, so I just waited for him to decide if he wanted to answer.

“Well..” he started “Don’t laugh at me, ok?” he tuned his head to look at me.

“Okay?” I felt my voice tremble as the word left my mouth. Once again, he didn’t continue straight away. After maybe another minute, he spoke out, his gaze still pointed at me and despite the darkness, I was pretty sure we had locked eyes.

“Well since you want to uhh… take dick” he said cautiously, probably worried I would get mad “I don’t know maybe… maybe we don’t have to be desperate tonight?” he said finally “You know, you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours?”