The next day I'd pretty much decided I wasn't going to spend the night with Chris again before I left for college. It wasn't exactly that I regretted anything that had happened, it was just a lot for me to process. What had felt natural at night when it was just the two of us seemed unreal walking home in the blinding sunlight, like I was remembering something that had happened to someone else.
I'd been pretty noncommittal when I left his place that morning and he hadn't pushed the point. Actually, I was deeply jealous of how cool he seemed to be about the whole thing. Inside I was freaking out and looking for any excuse not to meet him at all, but the fact that he didn't put me under any pressure made me feel like I'd be a jerk for not seeing him again.
I decided to compromise. I called up Chris and told him I had too much to do at home to spend the night, but suggested we should go for a jog together. I figured if we were out in the open it would keep the conversation to safe topics and as an added benefit it would put a natural limit on our time since we never really jogged for more than an hour so. We agreed on a time that afternoon and I got busy.
I actually did have a lot to do, after all I was leaving in a few days and I had barely started to pack, but I also think I was trying to distract myself. If I was, it didn't work. I'd be packing a bag and I'd think about catching a glimpse of Chris undressing. I'd be emptying out my closet and I'd think about him pulling off my underwear. I'd be throwing out my old school binders and I'd think about touching him and suddenly I had a rock-hard erection.
I finally gave up and let myself think about it. OK, so I'd been naked with another guy. I'd touched another guy's cock and I'd gotten a blow job from another guy. Surprisingly I was pretty OK with this. If it didn't exactly fit with my heterosexual self-image, on the other hand I was a teenage boy; I could get an erection while staring at grass, so who was I to be picky how I got off? That seemed all right.
The part that I was having more trouble with, was that if I was being really honest with myself, it wasn't just about getting off. When I thought about him lying naked next to me, his body, his muscles, his cock, that smile; I was attracted to him. I was really, really attracted to a guy and I didn't just want to get off, I wanted him to cuddle me, to stroke my chest, to run his fingers through my hair and I didn't know what to do with that thought.
When it was finally time, I changed into my soccer shorts and jogging shoes and decided that since it was only another 2 miles to Chris' I might as well jog that too. Outside it was hot and super humid. The sun was still burning a hole in the sky, but a few clouds had formed. I've always liked the heat so I didn't think much of it and headed off north, chasing my shadow towards Chris'.
About 15 minutes later I was ringing his bell, already dripping sweat but feeling a lot better. Jogging always cleared my head and when Chris stepped outside, dressed like me in jogging shorts and a t-shirt, I was genuinely glad to see him. We immediately took off and naturally started chatting away.
I was quizzing him about college. I wanted to know about sports (there was a good soccer team where I was going and I wanted to know if joining the school team was the same as in high school), the parties and of course, the girls. Chris and I almost never talked about girls, but I sure tried during that jog. Maybe I was just excited to get out on my own and away from my nosey parents, or maybe it was a defense mechanism. Either way, in retrospect Chris was trying his best to change the topic.
We got so caught up that we didn't notice that the weather had changed. It was still hot and we were both covered in sweat which is probably why I didn't notice the first drops of rain. We were soaked anyway so we didn't mind at first. We actually joked about needing a shower, but then the sky just opened up and started pouring on us. We ducked under a tree, but soon the wind picked up and the tree didn't offer much protection.
Chris was soaked, his muscles clearly showing through his wet shirt. Looking down I could see his shorts were clinging to his skin and unless I was mistaken, I could make out the outline of his cock. Suddenly all I could think about was Chris lying naked on the bed. My stomach was full of butterflies just thinking about it and I realized I was getting an erection. I quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn't notice.
After a couple minutes hiding under the tree without any sign that it was going to let up, Chris had had enough. "We're almost back anyway, want to run for it?" He asked.
"Fuck it." I answered.
I took off, running for all I was worth. Despite the head start, Chris was the better sprinter and within a few seconds he'd caught up. I tried to pick up more speed as we raced one another back.
I was having a blast, pounding through puddles like a little kid, running flat out. As we ran past one house, I could see an older couple, slightly damp, huddled under an open porch for shelter, which obviously wasn't there own, looking at us like we were on drugs.
It poured all the way back and by the time we arrived, we were soaked through and through. Water puddled in my shoes, I was completely out of breath and I felt great. I felt alive. I couldn't stop smiling as I stood panting at the doorstep, waiting for Chris to open the door. He took a look at me, and maybe he thought I was a little mad too.
"Jesus man." he said. "You're going to get sick. Come on, I'll give you some dry clothes."
I ditched the shoes and socks at the door and padded into the laundry room leaving a small river behind me. Chris emptied the contents of the dryer into a basket and started sorting through the clothes, looking for something for me to wear.
"If it's all the same to you," I said, "a towel's fine. I just want to shower."
"Suit yourself. Behind you on the shelf."
"Ok."
Without thinking about it, I pulled off my own shirt, then took off my shorts and underwear, dropping them on the ground to go completely naked. I was just on autopilot getting ready to shower, but it occurred to me that I would never have so casually undressed around any of my other guy friends.
Chris looked up from his basket at me and froze. Standing naked in front of him while he was still more or less fully dressed was a huge turn on. I felt vulnerable, I felt sexy and I could feel my penis begin to stiffen. His eyes were glued on me, probably trying to figure out what I had in mind. I stood there, still as a statue except for my cock with was almost fully erect and I panicked. Grabbing a towel off the shelf, I hastily wrapped it around my waist and beelined for the shower.
As I stood under the water, my heart pounding, I imagined Chris standing in the bathroom, watching me shower and got a massive erection. It would be so easy, I hadn't locked the door. All he'd have to do is knock, ask if he could come in to get something. He'd stop and stare at me. I'd turn towards him and he'd notice my erection and casually ask if he could share the shower. He'd pull off his clothes and step in. I'd turn to get the shampoo and he'd rub up against me and ... I thought about jerking off, but figured I should just calm down and hurry back. After all, I was still convinced I was heading back to my place to finish packing.
I toweled off, spending maybe a little too long to dry my cock and felt kind of silly when I realized I didn't have anything to put on, so I just wrapped the towel around my waist again and went looking for Chris. I found him in the kitchen. He'd changed into dry clothes and was just grabbing a beer out of the fridge.
"I threw your clothes in the dryer, but you can borrow something of mine if you're in a hurry."
I figured if I waited then I wouldn't have to come back to get my clothes later. And anyway, our jogging had been cut short, so I had some time before I needed to get back.
"That's OK, I can wait."
"You want something to drink?"
"Sure, I'll take a beer if you've got another one."
