Stan Discovers Something
After we finished breakfast and drank probably too much coffee, Carlos wandered off and Sergio and I were left at the table. I suddenly felt awkward. I looked at him and was annoyed that he looked so calm. How the hell? I said, “So...like...when you kissed me...did you notice anything?”
He glanced at me and said, “Anything? What do you mean?”
I gulped and couldn't figure out how to ask, so I said nothing.
He grinned at me, saying, “Oh...like the fact that you were hard?”
“Fuck!”
“Relax, Stan. It's cool.”
I stared at Sergio a second, feeling annoyed. “But...”
Sergio chuckled. “So your cock woke up. It's natural. You were drunk, you probably missed Natalie, who knows why?” He stopped, just looking at me. “I know you're straight, Stan. Don't worry about it. I'm not going to try to get in your pants.”
Because it was Sergio, who I had know for so long and who I trusted with my life, I managed to calm down. We were still sitting at the table in the sun having finished our breakfast. I was glad Carlos wasn't there to hear this. There was no sign of Frank.
I decided I needed to focus on something other than myself and what my cock thought about things. I said, “How are you doing? Was it weird to see Frank and his boy?”
He looked down at his hands, then said, “Yeah. It was. I haven't really seen him since I dumped him. I really am over him, but seeing him like that...it just pisses me off. I guess it's the whole reason I dumped him. He treats people like accessories or something. I feel bad for his boyfriend, actually.”
I wanted to say: for that little princess, you mean? But I kept my mouth shut. I drank some more water and then said, “Let's head to the beach. We can just chill by the water and burn off the jet lag. Or the alcohol, whichever comes first.”
He laughed and said, “Sounds like a good idea.”
We got to the beach an hour later and found Carlos and a bunch of other guys from our party. Carlos was sitting with some cousins, telling some long story about the night he met his wife. I had heard it before – I had been there, after all, so I knew how it went. Sergio went for a swim and I lay down with my straw hat over my eyes and soon was half asleep, just letting the voices lull me, the sound of the waves settling me down. It felt amazing.
I must have dozed off, because I woke suddenly, not sure of where I was. I pulled the hat away from my face and Sergio was just getting onto his towel beside me. He was all wet and dripping. I realized I was mesmerized by the muscles of his thigh in his tight black swimsuit. I shook my head and turned to my other side, focusing on another story Carlos was telling. But for some reason all I could be aware of was Sergio beside me. He had lain down and I could just see his feet out of the corner of my eyes. Feeling frustrated with myself, I got up and said, “Going for a swim...”
I waked into the waves, enjoying the water, which was tepid and felt like silk. I let the waves take me away and I floated, enjoying the gentle rocking of the surf.
Refreshed, I pulled myself back on to the beach. The sand was hot under my feet, so I jogged back to the boys and my towel. The beach was busy. There was our group of guys, but also families with kids, older people on comfortable beach chairs, kids playing games, building sand castles. It was nice.
I lay down, enjoying the feel of the sun drying me off. I decided not to look at Sergio, who was still there, clearly asleep. But I couldn't stop myself. I kept finding myself glancing over at him. His slim chest covered in trimmed hair, his not-quite-flat stomach, the angles of his collarbone, the bulge in his bathing suit...fuck. What was going on with me? I forced my gaze away. I glanced at Carlos who was lying beside me. I looked at him the same way. He was just as good-looking as his brother, but somehow it was different. I could look at him more abstractly. I glanced back at Sergio. His nipples looked so soft and...damn it. I looked over at a woman who was on a towel nearby. That was a more familiar feeling. She was really sexy in a tight one-piece suit, all curvy and lithe. That feeling I knew well. But with Sergio? What the hell was going on with me?
After a big lunch with everyone – including Frank and his boyfriend, who were sitting a long way away from us this time – I decided to go for a nap. I made it to my room, got out of my clothes and threw myself on the bed.
I dozed for a while, but then I was awake. I don't know about you, but there's something about swimming and lying in the sun, that gets my libido going, so I took my quickly hardening dick in my hand and closed my eyes, thinking of Natalie and her body and all the things we liked to do in bed. It felt great. I stroked for a while, letting the pleasure take me away: no rush, no deadlines.
I was remembering a time with her in the bathtub which always got me going and I was close to lift-off when there was a knock at the door. Fuck. I thought a minute, lying there with my throbbing cock in my hand, wondering if I should answer the door or pretend I wasn't there.
Then I heard, “Hey, Stan...are you up for a walk?”
It was Sergio. I stared at my cock, willing it to soften. I yelled, “Uh, sure, Sergio. Give me a minute. I just got out of the shower.”
I said to myself, fuck it. I started to stroke, my dick suddenly even harder. There was a long stream of precum drooling from the head and I could feel I was getting to the finish line fast, my balls tightening up, a wave of good things starting to radiate out from my cock to the rest of my body and I came with a gasp, shooting cum up to my chest in three long spurts.
I got off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I yelled out, “Almost there...”
I wiped up the cum as best I could. I doused my head in the sink so it looked like I was wet from the shower, and went and found some clean clothes. I wondered why I hadn't just said I was napping. Or better yet, why I hadn't pretended I wasn't there. While I was putting on a t-shirt, I suddenly realized what had got me off so fast. It was the fact that Sergio was on the other side of the door. I shook my head, confused and annoyed.
We walked around the headland where the hotel was to the main part of Port Vila. Nice little town. There was a market with a million different kinds of bananas. Who knew there were so many varieties? Sergio talked about his job – he's a lawyer in Manchester – and I told him about teaching. I work in this school for rich kids. I'm the physical education teacher but I also have a history class. We both knew a lot about each other's work life, so we could get into some detail about our frustrations and what was going well. It was nice. Good friends are like that. You can be vulnerable and not worry anyone is going to freak out.
We had a drink in an outside bar that was clearly designed for ex-pats and tourists, but it was fun. We had these complicated drinks made from coconut milk and who knows what else. Delicious.
We had been sitting there for a while, when – of course – Frank and his boy came in. Sergio saw them first and winced. When I saw them, I felt very protective suddenly. I said, “Let's get out of here. There's no point in those two spoiling a nice afternoon for you.”
Sergio looked grateful, so we got up and paid the bill, quickly slipping out to the street. I could tell Frank was watching us, so I put my hand on Sergio's back, giving him a comforting stroke. He looked at me and said, “You're the best, Stan.” I was surprised at how nice that felt.
We got back to the hotel and had a relatively quiet night. There was another dinner and the drinking was more restrained since all the assorted Arenas boys and their friends were still recovering from the previous night. Frank was nearby, but seemed relaxed. We even exchanged a few words with him and everything was fine. I hoped things had settled down and we could stop putting on a show for him.
Later, Carlos, Sergio and I were sitting on some big comfortable lounge chairs that were in the grass under some palm trees. Everyone else seemed to have split up into groups, some playing video games on their phones, some drinking, some just talking. We were far enough away that I don't think anyone could see us.
It was quiet where we were and we could hear the waves from the distant beach. The air was still and hot. We were all in shorts and Carlos had taken off his shirt. Carlos is a good-looking dude. If I was gay...well, you get the idea. And his wife is gorgeous.
Once we had settled into our chairs, Carlos pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit it, taking a long puff. What a good idea that was. He handed me the joint and I sucked back a bunch, then handed it to Sergio. I don't know if it was the remnants of the jet lag or what, but I was really stoned, really fast. I lay back and stared at the night sky through the palm trees, seeing a ton of stars. I was with two guys I had known most of my life. How good was that?
We talked about our lives and told jokes and Sergio started talking about his relationship with Frank. I guess he needed to get it out of his system. I had heard a lot of it before, but he went into detail about what was good and what sucked. I guess Frank is not such a bad guy, he just has a different idea of what a relationship is like than Sergio.
Since we were stoned, we talked a lot and laughed a bunch. It was great. After what felt like hours, Carlos yawned and said, “I don't know about you two, but I need to sleep. See you in the morning. Remember: we're catching the boat at ten.”
I had forgotten that we were all piling into a big boat the next day to cruise around the harbour and see some of the coastline. Sergio got up and gave his brother a big hug, then I did the same. I had always felt like part of the family, but that night, I did even more. I almost cried. Yeah and I was stoned. Get over it.
We lay back down and I resumed staring at the sky some more. We didn't say much. It just felt comfortable. It was like I could feel the earth spinning around the stars and – like you do when you're stoned – it made me think about life and meaning and all that stuff. What random series of events had led us to this moment? Who knew? Then I realized Sergio was saying something.
“Stan...when I kissed you...what was it like?”
I turned, startled. “Like? What do you mean?”
I could tell he was squirming. “I don't know. I just wondered. I mean...you're straight and there you were kissing a guy. What was it like?”
I thought a moment, surprised that I didn't feel uncomfortable. “It was like...kissing, I guess. It wasn't that different than kissing Natalie. Well...a little different.”
Sergio chuckled and he said, “Yeah, it would be different.” I could tell he was looking at me. I turned and looked at him.
We stared at each other for a second and then I said, “You seemed to be putting a lot of energy into it, if you don't mind me saying.”
Now I had him. Sergio looked uncomfortable. I suddenly had a thought that should have been obvious but because I'm a straight guy, wasn't, because we're mostly stupid. I suddenly wondered if Sergio felt something for me that went beyond our friendship. It had never occurred to me before. He looked up into the trees again, clearly thinking. I heard a bird calling off in the distance. I suddenly felt like we were in an old black-and-white movie and one of us was going to say something meaningful.
And that's exactly what he did. “Stan...you know...ever since we were teenagers...I've had a bit of a crush on you.”
Maybe it was the pot, or maybe it was just me, but I didn't freak out. I said, “Oh.” Then I said, “Wow.” There was a pause while I tried to find some more words. I was calm, but I just didn't know how to respond. Finally I said, “That must have been hard to tell me.”
With a laugh, Sergio shifted in his chair. He looked at me and said, “Fuck was it ever. I wouldn't have if I wasn't stoned.”
Then I said, “So that kiss wasn't just for show.”
Even in the half-light I could see him wince. I felt bad for him. I hadn't meant this to be some sort of confrontation. I felt for the guy. In a quiet voice he said, “No. It wasn't.”
I decided not to respond. I mean, there wasn't much to say. It's not like we could resolve anything. Our long friendship, and my friendship with his brother, precluded us resolving anything. In other words this wasn't going to change the fact that we were friends and always would be.
We lay for a while, and then Sergio started telling me about being gay in high school and how hard it was. His family was cool. I was cool. But a lot of kids in our school were not. Let's face it, there's a lot of straight people out there who just can't deal.
I said, “Sergio, I hope I never did anything that made it harder for you. Back then, I mean.”
He laughed a little and said, “Well, you made it hard by being so nice and so...gorgeous.”
It was my turn to be embarrassed and I could tell I was blushing and I wondered if he could tell how much I liked what he had just said. I laughed and said, “Well, thanks.” We were silent for a while longer and then it got to be too much. I said, “Well, I think I'll head off to bed...”
I got up a little unsteadily and stood, feeling a little dizzy. He got up and said, “Well, thanks for listening...” He stepped forward and said, “Can I hug you?”
A part of me didn't think it was a good idea. I didn't want to frustrate him, but as soon as I thought that, I realized we had been hugging each other for years. So what was the difference? Well there was a lot of difference, but at the same time I decided that was stupid. I said, “Of course.”
So I wrapped my arms around his back, like we'd always done, a simple guy hug. But then it didn't feel simple at all. It felt complicated. I could feel his need. He seemed to be holding onto me as if I would disappear if he didn't. His body felt very warm against mine and I could feel his cock through his shorts nuzzling into my crotch. And this time it was his that was getting hard. I could actually feel it swelling and pushing against my own, which, to my amazement and discomfort, responded. He suddenly kissed my cheek.
I decided I had had enough. I pulled away and said, “Ok, well, off to bed.”
I turned quickly and just as I was about to move away, he caught my hand in his. “Wait...”
He stepped close to me again. I felt like running. What the fuck was going on? I decided it was the pot. I laughed uneasily, “What is it, mate?”
He had a little smile. He said, “Just this.”
He leaned forward and gave me the softest, gentlest kiss, his lips meeting mine like a warm breeze. He leaned back and just looked at me right in the eyes. I was stunned. I was expecting him to kiss me again, but no, that's not what he did. He reached down and put his hand on the bulge in my shorts. He said, “You're hard.”
I winced and wanted to shout at him and say: Yeah, so? But I didn't say anything. I couldn't figure out what was going on. I had never in my life had a hard-on in the context of thinking about a guy, much less being in front of a guy. I was straight, for fuck's sake! I started to get mad at him. His hand was still on the now completely hard bulge in my shorts. Then he moved his hand, rubbing my whole cock from top to bottom. I made an involuntary sound and shut my eyes. I managed to say, “God-damn it, Sergio...”
His hand stopped and he almost whispered, “What's wrong? Don't you like it? Should I stop?”
What could I say? My head wanted to say one thing, but my body – my dick – was saying the opposite. Then he did something that really blew my circuits. He knelt down and I felt his hands undo my shorts, opening up the fly and sliding them down to my ankles. My briefs were all crooked and my dick was poking out of the top. He slid my shorts down to my thighs and my cock was just there, throbbing.
I just looked down at him and then he looked up at me. I was paralysed. I wanted to run, but I also was more turned on than I had been in years. I had never felt this way with Natalie, even at her sexiest. I looked into Sergio's eyes and I let myself think the thought that had been sitting there since he had kissed me in front of his ex-boyfriend. I wanted him. Holy shit.
And just to seal the deal, Sergio took hold of the base of my cock and licked the head a few times, before pushing his mouth down, inhaling the whole thing. I'm not huge in the dick department, but I'm a healthy size, but he swallowed me all the way to the root.
I gasped and grabbed his head in my hands, pushing a little with my hips. He moaned and pulled off me, spit and precum following his mouth. He said, “Is this all right?”
I had to laugh. What else could I do? My friend of the last decade or so was going down on me. Me, the ostensibly straight guy. I managed to say, “Sergio...whatever is going on here...I don't want it to stop.”
He grinned and went back to sucking my cock. Like really sucking it. Using his tongue in all kinds of amazing ways on the head, on the little divot under the head, lapping at the sides, even biting it a little. It was making me crazy. He moved his head down and sucked in one of my balls. I keep things trimmed down there – remember, metrosexual – and while I felt his mouth gently exploring my nut sac, I stroked my cock. I was all in.
He moved back up and took my dick in his hand and held the base while he sucked on the end, giving me a stroke every so often. It was working. I could feel my whole body start to buzz. I could feel my cock swelling in his mouth. This was no prolonged, sensual road to orgasm. This was a short, sharp fuse to an explosion. And with a couple of more strokes, I could feel the dam bursting. I groaned and he moaned and I grabbed his head and started to fuck his face as my body caught fire and my cock started to jet cum into his mouth.
He growled and I watched him swallow, then I had to shut my eyes because the feeling was taking me over it was so intense. Almost painful. Then the energy started to fade and I caressed his face. I was gasping and then he stood up and I watched him swallow. He grinned at me like a little kid.
I said, “Holy fuck, Sergio!”
With a laugh he said, “Yeah. Holy fuck.”
At that point, I didn't know what else to say. Then he floored me. He said, “Can I sleep with you.” I had no idea how to answer. I shrugged. He then said, “I mean, just sleep...this was enough. For now.”
“For now? You mean there's more?” But I laughed and then said, “Sure. Why the fuck not? You just sucked me off, so it's not like we're not in new territory already.” He looked happy.
We went to my room and I decided the hell with pyjamas or underwear. I got out of my shorts and slid into the bed. He did the same. I noticed his shorts were all wet around the crotch. I laughed. “You blew a load too, I see.”
He got in beside me and said, “Of course I did. I've been wanting to do that for years.”
That shut me up. But then I said, “Sergio...I'm pretty stoned right now and a little drunk. In the morning I can't guarantee that I'm not going to be royally fucked-up about what we just did and that we are now about to sleep in the same bed. Naked. So don't be surprised.”
He pulled closer to me and lay his head on my chest. At that moment, I could feel myself starting to freak out, as if the reality of what we had just done, and were now doing, was sinking in. But I put my arms around him and he snuggled closer. Holy shit. I was sleeping with a guy. And not just any guy, but Sergio, my best friend's brother. Not to mention that he swallowed my cum.
I lay there for a while and I could tell he was asleep. I felt pretty dozy, but at the same time, my body was buzzing and not just from post-cum bliss. A little part of me had already started to lose it. But somehow I managed to fall asleep with Sergio in my arms. And despite everything else, that felt really nice.
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