"Shit, are you fucking kidding me?" I said under my breath. Here I was butt ass naked, with some douche spooning me with a hard-on, all while I was hungover. How I got into this situation, only God knows.
Might as well describe myself before I go further. My name is Matthias. I'm 5'9'', around 150 pounds, with a swimmers body. I'm of Grecian heritage, with a bit of French as well. I've got that olive skin tone, green eyes and black hair styled in a quiff. I wouldn't really say I'm anything special to look at, but I guess to each their own right?
Anyways back to my situation, I honestly don't know how I got here. I mean, I was with my best friend last night at the club. We were getting wasted, like it was going to be his birthday soon. That's the whole reason I came to Ottawa, oh yeah I currently live in Toronto, Canada. My friend didn't even know I was coming, I just showed up at his apartment and surprised him.
My friend's name is Alejandro. He's from Guatemala. Alejandro is around the same height as myself, maybe about 175, but I mean this kid is muscular in all the right places. He has a medium skin tone, not too tan and not to pale. He also got brown eyes and medium dark brown styled in an Ivy League haircut.
Myself and Alejandro have been friends for a really long time. We've almost grown up together, basically almost inseparable throughout middle school, then high school, but once university became part of the picture, we just wanted to study different things. Regardless of us being separated by 450 km, we still regularly communicate, and when he comes back to Toronto, I make an extra effort to see him. You might be thinking, does Xavier have a crush on his best friend? The answer is yes, I mean there is just something special about him that makes me gravitate towards him. I've kept is secret all these years, and probably never going to share it. Plus I'm still in the closet, meaning I'm also still a virgin. (Sucks I know)
The dude next to me started to move, I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to sleep. He got out of bed and started walking towards the door. I caught a glimpse of the dick that was rubbing against my ass before he left the room. He must've been at least 9 inches that was thick as a beer can, and I'm not even trying to exaggerate here. I reached around to my ass to make sure I didn't lose my virginity to that big dick while I was wasted. Nope, didn't feel any different from before, I guess I have a chance to get that dick in my ass. Due to my ridiculous hangover, I fell back asleep.
A couple hours later, I wake up totally confused again as to where I was, and how I got there. Then the realization hit me and I was all caught up again. I started to look around the room. It was decorated nicely, masculine but it showed that whoever lived here had a depth or sensitivity to them. There wasn't any picture of the anonymous guy in the room which I guess was normal. I did however see beautifully taken photographs covering the walls that looked somewhat familiar to me. I got out of bed, and put on my clothes that were scattered on the ground, so I looked somewhat decent. I walked a the collage of photographs that was closest to me. There was just something about them that reminded me of so many memories. I had to walk away from them, the aura around them weirded me out. Next I decided to go through the night stand, I know it looks like an invasion of privacy but I had to find out something about this dude who I slept with me last night. Typical things in the night stand; receipts, condoms, lube, glasses, and some random paper shoved at the very back.
The paper itself although crumpled, looked beautiful. It was folded as if it was to be sent as a letter. The designs on it looked like it was done by hand, with an exquisite eye for detail. Then I saw it, the apparent front of this letter had my name on it.
Next thing you know the door opens. "Matthias, put it down," the voice behind me said.
Then it all came rushing into my head, its Alejandro who was in bed with me last night. The photographs were all ones he'd taken himself, I was even with him when took some of them. The bedroom just screamed Alejandro, he never took me for a house tour when I arrived at his place, so I would've never known. The designs on the letter, they were staples in Alejandro's art. I should have known all along, but apparently I was too oblivious to notice.
I turned around, and Alejandro was still naked for some reason, but hey I'm not complaining. I put the letter down on the bed, grabbed my phone, and rushed out of Alejandro's apartment.
I was confused, I didn't understand what was going on. I still had a crush on him, but I never thought that it was going to be reciprocated. It was too much for my head to handle at the time. I heard him yelling for me to come back, but I needed to get some air for a moment. I walked to the closest park and just sat there. "Well that a surprise," I murmured to myself.
This is my first ever "erotic" story, so please be nice in the comments. I'd like to say that I'm sorry for the fact that there is no sex or anything like that in this chapter, but it will eventually come as I want to take writing the chapters fairly slowly. Other than that, if you have any comments/questions/concerns feel free to write them in the comments. Or you can email me at [email protected]
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! :)