The Basement

(This takes off directly from Part 1, so read that first.)

I was awakened the next morning by the sound of running water. Will was taking a shower in the basement bathroom.

While I waited for my turn I thought about what had happened the night before. I was definitely feeling regret: Why had I allowed myself to get so carried away?

I'm not gay, am I?

I thought again of the feel of Will's cock against mine, of how it felt in my hand, of how it fit in my mouth. I shook my head, but the thoughts wouldn't go away. It was pointless to deny how turned on I'd been. If I hadn't had morning wood already, I would have gotten a hardon.

The water turned off, and a minute later Will came out, wrapped in a towel.

"Hey," he said when he saw I was awake.

"Hey," I said.

I started to sit up, and realized how much my head ached. I let out a groan.

"Hung over, no surprise," he said. "A shower will help. Breakfast will be ready in about 15 minutes."

If he was troubled by the same thoughts I was, he wasn't letting on.

I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to wake up. It was only then I realized I was sitting there naked, my morning wood poking up in my lap and dried cum in my pubic hair.

"You are a sight," Will said. "Come on, you'll feel better after breakfast."

He started collecting the pillows and folding the blanket. Meanwhile I got up, went into the bathroom and got into the shower. I stood there, barely moving, for a full 10 minutes before finally getting out, drying off and getting dressed.

The kitchen was full of people and noise when we went upstairs, and I knew my headache was only going to get worse. But I was pleasantly surprised when Will's dad handled me a Bloody Mary, winking as he did so.

I drank it gratefully, and in a few minutes started to feel more human.

The second night's show had apparently gone even better than the first, and Will's sister had gotten a standing ovation. The good cheer in the room was almost too much for a guy with a bad hangover, but I had a second drink and started to feel human again.

It was an hour and a half before Will and I managed to retrieve his car and head back to school.

We drove in an awkward silence for a while. We had just gotten on the highway when Will finally spoke up.

"Dude, are you OK?"

"Not really, no," I said.

"Second thoughts about last night?"

"Big-time."

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

I had to think before answering.

"Well, yes, if I'm being honest," I said, "And that's part of the problem. I'm not gay. At least, I didn't think I was gay. Now I don't know what to think."

"I don't know either," he said. "But shouldn't people be able to enjoy sex without worrying about labels?"

"In the abstract, yes," I said. "In my particular case, I'm not sure."

Another silence followed. I got to thinking about the incidents in the gym, when Will got a hardon during our basketball game and another one when we were in the showers. Suddenly, they didn't seem unrelated or insignificant.

"Did you plan this?" I asked him.

He looked at me in surprise.

"Do you mean, did I plan to come on to you in my parents' house? Of course not."

He turned his eyes back to the road and took a deep breath before continuing.

"But did I hope we would do this at some point? Yes."

Now it was my turn to look at him in surprise.

"Will, are you into me?"

Another long pause.

"If you're asking whether I like you and like being with you, yes I do, very much. Am I attracted to you physically? Definitely. Do I want to keep having sex with you? Absolutely."

"Where did this come from?"

Will looked at me briefly, took a deep breath, then turned back to the road.

"Well, I guess I've always been curious about guys," he said. "I used to peek at guys' dicks in the locker room in high school. I know all guys do it, but I did it a lot. One day a guy caught me looking at his dick, and to my surprise he came up to me later and asked if I wanted to play around. I told him no, but it got me wondering what it would have been like if I'd said yes.

"I managed to put all this out of my mind when I started dating Caitlin," he said. "But after we broke up in the fall I didn't get any pussy for a long time afterward, and I started thinking about guys again."

"But you never actually did anything?"

"Actually I did," he said, blushing.

"So you weren't telling the truth last night when you told me you hadn't?"

"No, I wasn't, and I'm sorry about that, Tim," he said. "I should have."

"How did it happen?"

"I hooked up with a guy on Grindr."

"What's that?"

"Kind of like Tinder, but for gay people."

"What did you do?"

"The first time he just blew me. The second time he blew me and I blew him back. We traded blowjobs several times after that."

Whoa, I thought.

"Why didn't you just keep it going with him instead of approaching me?"

"I figured if I was going to do it, I should at least do it with someone I know and like and trust, not some random stranger with who knows what kind of disease. And the first guy I thought of was you."

"You thought I might be gay?"

"No, not exactly," he said. "I just....well....I thought you might be open to it. And I was right, wasn't I?"

That brought me up short. I had been open to it. True, I had been drunk and stoned, but we both knew I could have stopped it if I'd wanted to.

Will took another breath and said, "I wasn't sure how to go about approaching you. But just being around you got me horny sometimes.

"Do you remember one day you and I were playing basketball, and we got to bumping each other in the paint, and I got a hardon?"

"I remember," I said.

"And that was why I got boned up in the gym shower that time."

I looked out the window for a while. We were getting close to campus.

"So, to bring it full circle," he said, "No, I didn't plan to seduce you when I asked you to come home with me this weekend. But I'm not sorry that we ended up having sex."

I said nothing.

"Are you?" he asked.

"Am I what?"

"Sorry we had sex."

I thought a moment before answering, "Yes. No. Fuck, I don't know."

He looked at me questioningly.

"If you're asking me to keep it going," I said, "right now I'd have to say no. ButI gotta think about it."

"Fair enough," he said. "Take all the time you need."

By this time we were pulling into the drive in front of my dorm. As I got out of the car, Will said, "Text me when you're ready to talk."

"Okay," I said, and went inside.

I might have been conflicted about having sex with Will, but I was still so keyed up from our talk about it that I made a beeline for my room.

By some miracle I'd scored a single, which freshmen rarely do, so there was nothing to keep me from immediately stripping off my clothes and masturbating.

I came quickly, but in 10 minutes I was hard again and had to jack off a second time.

It was mid-afternoon and I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so I got a quick shower, pulled on some clothes and went out to get a late lunch. I ran into some friends, and we ended up getting burgers and beers. After that we hung out for a bit at their place off-campus.

I left early -- I was back in my dorm by 10 -- and immediately fell into bed. I was physically and emotionally exhausted, and I slept for 10 hours straight.

Thankfully, I was pretty busy with school the next couple of days and didn't have a lot of time to think about Will. But I couldn't put him out of my mind completely, and there were times I was pissed at him for putting me in this position.

At other times, though, I took a different view. I really did like Will and missed having him around -- not necessarily for sex, but because we'd become good friends.

I had to give him this, too: He'd put his cards on the table, being very clear about what he wanted, whereas I was in a complete muddle.

Underlying it all was my inability to pin down how I felt about the sex. It seemed wrong and right at the same time.

But if my mind was confused, my body was not. Every time I thought about us being naked together, I got a hardon.

About three nights after we'd come back from Will's, I walked across campus to trade class notes with Amy, a girl in my lit class, and we ended up going out for coffee to quiz each other for an upcoming test. I felt some attraction there, on her part and mine, and when I asked if she'd like to hang out that weekend she agreed.

We got together that Friday, going out for Mexican and margaritas. We both got pretty drunk, and when I took her home it was obvious she was willing to fuck.

I'm old-fashioned enough to think it's wrong to take advantage of women that way, so I put her to bed, kissed her goodnight and went home. The next morning she called me and said, "You were a gentleman, and I like that. Do you want to come over tonight and try it again, only this time mostly sober?"

Of course I said yes. I went over that night, she made me dinner, we had just enough wine to relax. Then we went to bed and had a most satisfying fuck. Then we fucked again.

"This is more like it," I thought as she went to sleep in my arms.

Walking back to my dorm the next morning, I felt much better about everything. It was a big relief to know I still had the hetero chops.

Late that afternoon, though, I got to thinking about Will. I still wasn't sure how I felt about the sex part, but I missed my best friend. So I picked up my phone, opened our text thread -- which hadn't been used in at least a week -- and started typing.

"Hey, want to grab a burger?"

Five minutes later, he answered.

"You bet!" he said. "Meet you at Sammy's in an hour."

I had no idea what I was going to say to him. I would have to wing it

Sammy's is one of those old-fashioned diners with lots of chrome on the tables and chairs and red vinyl seats in the booths. I got there first, so I picked a corner booth where we would have a bit of privacy.

Will came in five minutes later. He gave me a big smile as he sat down.

"Hiya," he said.

"Hiya back," I said.

Before I could say anything else, the waitress came. We ordered burgers and shakes. I still hadn't thought of anything to say.

"I haven't prepared a speech," I said when the waitress had left. "I just wanted to hang out again."

"I'm glad," he said. "You don't have to say anything at all if you don't want to."

We both knew what he meant: That the subject of sex could wait for now.

"I met a new girl," he said.

"Whoa, so did I!"

We both laughed, and I said, "Is it okay to say how much of a relief that is for me?"

"It is," he said, smiling.

The waitress brought the shakes. While we waited for the burgers, I told Will about Amy, and he told me about his new girl, Alex.

I said, "Weird that we would both meet new women at the same time, just after...."

"Just after what?" he said, teasingly.

That broke the ice a little.

"Seriously," I said. "My head's still fucked up about this."

"Mine, too, when you come down to it."

"I mean, I could have stopped it anytime, and I didn't," I said. "I could tell you I didn't enjoy it, but that wouldn't be true. And while I kind of regret it, I kind of don't, at the same time. I don't know where that leaves me."

"Look," he said. "The last thing I want is to make you miserable. If you're that conflicted about it, we probably should put it behind us."

"That's just it, Will, I can't just put it behind me."

Then, under my breath, I added, "Every time I think about what happened, I get a hardon all over again. Whatever I am, it's not totally straight."

The waitress brought the burgers. We dug in, and conversation ceased for a few minutes.

"God, their burgers are good," Will said.

I grunted my agreement.

"How about we leave it this way," he said between bites. "We hang out the way we always did, minus the time we spend with our girls. If the impulse never strikes us again, so be it. But if it does, we'll deal with it at the time."

"Works for me," I said, and the subject was dropped for the duration of dinner.

I spent a lot of time with Amy over the next few days, and Will wasn't much on my mind. But early on Friday morning he texted asking if I wanted to go to EDM night with him and Alex. Amy was going home for the weekend and I didn't have anything else to do, so I said yes.

Alex turned out to be a highly attractive, athletic blonde with a big laugh. I had just scored some good weed, so the three of us were pretty high by the time the show started. We drank on top of that, and then danced almost non-stop.

On the surface, Will and I were taking turns dancing with Alex. But there were moments when my eyes met his and we briefly moved together.

He was wearing skinny jeans and a tight shirt that accentuated his muscular physique, and in my buzzed state it was impossible not to envision the naked man underneath.

My resistance was melting.

Well before the show was over, however, Alex started feeling ill.

Will decided he'd better take her home. She puked in some bushes on the way, so when we got back to the quad he just put her to bed in her own room.

"Well, what'll we do now?" he asked.

"Let's go back to my room," I said. "I've got some beers in the fridge, and we might as well drink them."

"Sounds good."

Looking back on it now, I suppose we both knew this was not a purely innocent invitation.

Once we got to my room, however, I suddenly had doubts about how to break the ice.

Will didn't say anything; I think he was waiting for me to make the first move.

Suddenly I had an inspiration.

"We're pretty skanky," I said. "Should we get a shower?"

"Sure, good idea."

I ducked into the bathroom, got fresh towels from the cabinet under the sink and tossed one to him.

Then I started undressing, right there in front of him.

Since we'd come into the room, my hardon had been growing fast, and by the time I was naked I was fully erect. Will didn't bother pretending not to look.

I went into the bathroom, turned the water on and got in the shower. Would Will follow?

I was standing with my back to the door, just starting to soap up, when I heard the shower door open.

"Make room," he said. "And let me do that."

I dropped my hands to my sides. Will took the soap from my hand and began lathering up my back.

I have showered several times with girlfriends, and they have been highly sensual experiences, but none of them compared to this shower with Will.

He began by soaping my shoulders and back, massaging my muscles as he worked his way down to my butt. His touch was firm, just this side of rough, but I immediately preferred it to the more delicate touch of my girlfriends.

When my back and shoulders were done he did my arms one by one, working his way from armpits to fingertips.

Next thing I knew he was nudging my legs with a knee. I moved my feet apart, maybe a foot, and placed my hands on the wall in front of me.

Will squatted behind me and began lathering me up. He started with the backs of my thighs and calves, massaging thoroughly as he went, then moved down to my feet.

"Lift up," he said, and when I lifted one, he washed it thoroughly, massaging the soles and doing each toe individually.

After doing the other foot, he ran his hands back up my legs to my glutes. He lathered them and massaged them thoroughly, too.

At this point, I was putty in his hands, so when he ran a finger into my crack I opened my legs a bit further to give him more room. He worked his way forward, slightly pressing my hole as he went by.

I had never been much for ass play, so the unfamiliar touch made me jump a little.

He reached further between my legs and washed the area behind my balls, nudging the backside of my sack as he did.

He stood up. I expected him to turn me around to wash my front, but instead he slid his arms around my sides and began soaping my chest from the back.

As he did he pressed himself against me from behind. I felt his hard cock slip into my butt crack, sliding it up and down as he worked on my front.

Now, not once in all my fantasies and speculations about Will had it occurred to me that we might try anal sex. But now, after the touch on my hole and his humping my butt, it suddenly seemed like a possibility -- and an exciting one.

While this was going through my mind Will had finished washing my chest and moved down to my stomach. When he was done with that he slid his hand down further, bypassing my cock and taking my balls in his hand.

He massaged them gently for half a minute, then moved back up and grasped the base of my cock.

I was pretty keyed up by this time, and it wouldn't have taken more than a couple of strokes to make me come. But Will had other ideas.

"You're done -- for now," he said. "My turn."

With that he let go of me and turned around. Over the next few minutes I gave him the same treatment he had given me -- with one difference. When I passed a finger over his hole while washing between his legs, he pushed against it, clearly inviting me to explore a little.

I soaped up, nudged his legs a bit further apart and pressed a finger against the tight little ring.

He drew a sharp breath, then relaxed and I slipped in as far as the first knuckle.

"More?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

I pushed further, slowly. I felt him tense slightly, then relax again, and soon I was about halfway in.

"More," he said.

I gave one last slow push, and my whole finger was inside him. He felt hot and very tight.

He stood there breathing for a moment, and as I did I felt his tight grip lessen slightly.

"Want me to fuck you with it?"

'Yes," he said.

I started moving the finger in and out. Will drew another sharp breath, but relaxed again, and soon he was making little purring sounds.

I wondered what it might be like to fuck him using my cock instead of my finger. The thought made my cock twitch with excitement.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Awkward but getting better," he said.

"Let's come back to this later," I said. "My skin is starting to pucker."

He laughed, which made him tighter around my finger again.

"Whoa," I said.

I slipped the finger out.

Will turned around and we shared a long kiss. Then I turned off the water and we got out.

"I loved that," he said as we toweled each other off.

"The shower or the finger-fucking?"

"Both."

As soon as we were dry I took hold of Will's stiff cock and tugged him toward the bed. We climbed in and started making out.

I don't think I've ever made out with a girl as passionately as Will and I made out that night. We went at it with what I can only describe as slow urgency -- meaning that it was passionate but not hurried or desperate. We wrapped our arms around each other, grinding our cocks together, and soon we were both slick with precum.

I could wait no longer. I broke the kiss and began sliding slowly down Will's body. I kissed his neck and under his chin, nuzzled his collarbone, trailed my tongue through the tuft of hair between his pecs. I sucked his nipples one by one, feeling Will twitch underneath me as I did. I gave one a tentative nip with my teeth, and Will said, "God, I love that," so I bit him a little harder.

He gasped but clearly enjoyed what I was doing, so I did the other nipple the same way.

I slid down further, kissing him as I went, loving the feel of his precum-slickened cock sliding up my chest.

When my mouth got close to his cock I wasted no time on preliminaries. I opened up just enough to admit the head and then slowly slid him in.

"Oh, fuck," Will said.

The first time I'd sucked him, that night in his basement, I'd been unable to get his whole dick in my mouth before my gag reflex kicked in. This time I took it slower, getting the feel of him, giving my throat time to relax.