Was he gay? Craig Cox was starting to wonder.
It was Friday night and Craig was driving home after his date with Janet Gibbs. They were both high school seniors and had been dating for two years.
After the game, they'd parked on a country road. Their shirts and her bra had come off quickly. After a lot of passionate kissing, he'd moved down her body, licking, kissing, and sucking her midsized breasts. She'd liked that, as usual, but had protested when he'd tried to unfasten her tight blue jeans.
So, he'd backed off. He always backed off. They'd rubbed each other's crotches through their jeans until Janet had screamed and bucked, arching her back as she convulsed on the back seat of his midsized sedan.
She'd collapsed with her bare chest heaving. He'd held her and kissed her tenderly, basking in the afterglow of her climax. More experienced guys had told him that girls sometimes faked orgasms, but he didn't believe she was doing that. It had taken him a long time, and some whispered instructions, to learn how to stimulate her. At first, she'd just moaned and said it was nice. But in the past few months, she was responding much more strongly.
Janet liked playing with his dick and he'd creamed his shorts a few times, but she insisted on keeping their pants on.
Craig felt weird, because he didn't really mind. Sure, he wanted to finger and eat her pussy and he'd love a hand job and maybe even a blow job, but he wasn't in any hurry to get the condoms out of the glove compartment and put his dick in her pussy. Part of him was relieved that he and Janet hadn't grown more intimate.
Was he gay? He liked checking out the other guys' equipment in the locker room, but everybody did that. Didn't they? He'd certainly seen enough of the other boys looking back at him...
Lately, Janet's protests had seemed perfunctory. His cock stiffened as he imagined opening her fly, reaching into her pants, and touching her hot bare flesh. If he got a little more aggressive, he didn't think she'd tell him to stop.
He rubbed his hard dick through his jeans as he drove through the residential neighborhood near the college campus and parked on the street in front of his brother's 90-year-old two-bedroom house.
Craig got out of the car, walked up the driveway beside the house, and unlocked the back door. It opened onto a little landing. Two steps led up to the closed kitchen door. Another flight of stairs descended to the basement. He closed the outside door and went downstairs.
The stairs ended in the utility room. The washing machine and dryer cowered beside the spooky-looking furnace. The gas fire behind its grill looked like glowing eyes. The heating ducts radiating from the furnace looked like long arms reaching out to grab him.
He walked past the furnace and opened the door into the basement apartment's combined living room and kitchen.
It was a large room, with 1950s knotty pine paneling and 30-year-old carpeting. The furniture was worn, but comfortable. A modern flatscreen and sound system stretched along the wall opposite the big leather sofa. Doors in the back wall led to a closet, the bathroom, and the apartment's single bedroom.
Buddy Boyd was sitting on the couch, smoking a joint and watching a movie on the flatscreen. A can of beer sat on the coffee table in front of him. "Hey!" He raised his hand in a brief wave.
"Hey!" Craig responded, glancing at the recycle bin in the kitchen. It held a half-dozen empty beer cans. He'd emptied it this afternoon.
"Your date go all right?" Buddy asked. He was a heavily muscled guy in his mid-20s, with a handsome face, thick black hair, and three days of beard stubble. He was dressed in tight blue shorts and a sprayed-on white tee-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and chest.
Buddy was Craig's brother's best friend. He'd broken up with his girlfriend two weeks ago and was crashing on the couch until he found a new place.
He was one of the reasons Craig wondered if he was gay. It was hard to stop looking at Buddy. The guy was just so damn sexy!
Speaking of hard. Craig had lost his erection during the walk from the car to the house, but it was back, stronger than ever. Buddy did that to him.
"Fine." Craig wasn't going to admit how tame his relationship with Janet was. Especially not to a stud like Buddy!
"Good." Buddy looked Craig over, letting his gaze linger on the bulge in his jeans. "Why don't you grab a beer?" He held the joint up. "And help me finish this?"
"Okay." There was a partially empty case of beer in the refrigerator. Craig took a can, popped it open, and sat on the couch beside Buddy. "You having any luck finding an apartment?"
The joint had gone out. Buddy took a long time lighting it and then handed the little hand-rolled cigarette to Craig. "Not yet. The middle of the semester's a bad time."
"Yeah." Craig nodded and took a long toke. It was hard to find housing in the little college town. That was why he was living in his brother's basement.
They passed the joint without speaking. It was super strong Colorado Kush and Craig was flying before it was finished. He didn't smoke pot very often and it made him super horny.
Buddy crushed the joint out and turned to face Craig. "You don't look very happy." His knee pressed lightly against Craig's, giving him an even bigger erection. "Didn't Janet give you any tonight?"
"Uh--" Craig didn't know how to respond. Was this a pass? And what did he want to do about it?
"Women!" Buddy got up, walked to the kitchen, and came back with two more beers. "They're so weird about sex." He popped a can and held it out to Craig.
Craig's beer can was still half full. He finished it in one long gulp and took the fresh beer. "Well yeah. I guess. But what's a guy going to do?"
Buddy sat down closer to Craig. "Watch old movies, smoke pot, and drink beer?"
"Well, that's an option." Craig could see the bulge in Buddy's shorts. The sight was making him so fucking horny!
Buddy pressed his knee more firmly against Craig's. "Watch free porn on the Internet?" Jeez! Was the guy reading Craig's mind?
