Thanks for the nice comments left for part 1, it really motivates me to keep writing. This story has a finite length and I'll do my best to post regularly until it's done. I hope you enjoy.
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The next morning I was still lying in the same position, naked and with a sheet stuck to my chest. Groggily I turned over, but Chris wasn't in bed with me. I found my clothes, pulled them on and headed out of Chris' room to get something to eat before my stomach had a chance to realize what I'd done to it the night before.
As I stumbled into the kitchen, to my horror both Chris and his brother Jonah were sitting at the table. Shit! What if Jonah knew? He knew enough of my friends everyone would know I was gay! Wait, was I gay? A hundred scenarios ran through my head. I was drunk last night wasn't I? What if I dreamt the whole thing? Fuck, I had dried cum on my chest, he was sure to smell it. But if he noticed anything, he didn't show it.
"Hey loser" he said as he noticed me.
"He's the loser?" asked Chris, "Who threw up on his keyboard last night?"
"You threw up on your keyboard?" I asked.
"Fuck you Chris! Fine we'll call it a draw."
"I've got to go to the bathroom." I decided breakfast would have to wait until after I'd showered.
Under the hot water, still slightly drunk, with light streaming in through the window, the last night seemed like some far off memory and I decided not to mention anything to Chris. Still, despite myself I couldn't help but think about Chris grinding his cock against me. It would have been so easy for him to slide off his underwear too and ... with that thought I instantly had an erection. No. I wasn't going to think about it. I was straight, I thought, and that was the end of that.
I dried off, put on my dirty clothes again and headed in for breakfast. I don't remember what we talked about. Chris seemed unfazed and more interested in teasing his brother. I wolfed down my food and took off, still lost in my own throughs.
Although I'd been hanging out with Chris basically every day since we'd met, I didn't call him the next day and he didn't call me. Now that I had some distance, the whole thing made me uncomfortable. I didn't exactly regret what had happened, but thinking about it made me ask myself questions I didn't know the answers to. I wasn't attracted to guys, well ... except for a couple times, and I guess I'd had a couple fantasies I jerked off to, but they didn't count because I always thought about girls again before I came... You get the idea.
It was three days before I heard from Chris again. Maybe he was feeling weird about it too, but if he was, he didn't sound like it. He called to ask if I wanted to meet in the park. We hung out and talked and kept the appropriate bro-body-distance like nothing had happened. We even chatted up some girls and this time I ended up with the digits. When it came time to go it was because he had some family event. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like he hesitated before leaving, like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how.
For a while we hung out regularly again, managing to get lost in endless rambling conversations or just wasting time like we used to, but there were some changes. Now I hung out with Chris or my other friends, but didn't invite them out together. Also, I started talking to him about girls.
I'd dated a girl a couple of times that I'd met that summer. To tell the truth nothing much happened, but I talked about her just the same, probably trying to prove something to myself. Chris listened politely, but it was obvious he was just humoring me until the topic changed again.
With summer drawing to a close and both of us getting ready to head back to different universities we were both getting busy and hadn't seen each other for a couple days when he called to ask if I wanted to come over for a movie night.
"My family's out of town, so you can crash here if you like."
"Sure, sounds good." I answered, not sure what he meant.
When I arrived he had popcorn, beer and a stack of VHS tapes ready to go (yes I'm that old). We watched a couple movies sitting side by side on the sofa, drinking beer and talking, but always maintaining the the appropriate amount of body distance for two "purely heterosexual" friends. It was well after midnight and several beers when he asked me if I was up for one more movie.
"Go for it" I said, "but I don't guarantee I'll stay awake for it."
"That's alright. We can go to bed, I'm tired too." In a rare show of uncertainty he added, "If you'd like your privacy you can crash in my brother's room."
