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I was over at Marks house, we were drinking in his bedroom like we did as teens. Laughing and joking. I got up and I pinned him down on the floor, kissing him deep. Next moment we were in our boxers. Kissing and rubbing our boners against each other. "Upper drawer" he said and I grabbed the lube from there. We took each others underwear off and stroked each other. He took the lube, squirted some on his hand and fingered himself, stretching himself for me. "Fuck me please" he pleaded and I pushed inside him, finding close to no resistance. He moaned as I thrusted in him and he jerked himself off. We fucked and made out. Caressing each others bodies as we built our ecstasy. As our moans deepened and breaths shortened, I came in his ass as he squirted semen over his body, spasming around my cock.
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I woke up panting.
What the fuck? Shit. This was getting weird. I was not attracted to him, was I? I'd have liked to say no, but my dick was throbbing hard.
Fuck, of course not, just bloody morning wood.
I stroked myself, trying to think about Kate, imagining her jerking me off, sucking my dick and my mind jumped to her fingering me... Marks head going down my shaft and... shit why was I thinking about him?
Ok, ok, I tried again. I went back to fucking Kate as I did on our first night together, topping her. Mark fucking her in the ass as I fucked her pussy, her crying of ecstasy between us... Mark crying under me as I fuck him, kissing me as he comes. Wait what? And shit, I came... Fuck.
Why did my brain keep jumping back to Mark? I don't want to fuck him. He's my mate. Yeah he's hot, anyone could see that. No one could possibly look at him and think he wasn't. But that was weird. I sighed and tried to clean up my mess, checking that it's too late to go back to sleep.
I did a quick computer check before work and saw that John had written to me that he'd come over late Sunday and spend a night or two with us if that'd be fine with me. I agreed with his visit and was happy that I finally had something else to think about and see my mate over quite a few months. Plus John had never been here before, so I could probably keep myself distracted for quite a bit, not to mention that he drank like the devil.
I took a good example from Kate for the reminder of the workdays and pretended as if neither she nor Mark acted any role in my personal life - until Friday came and I finally had to check with Mark if John could hover over the farm for a day or two.
Yes I know, I should have done that earlier, but it wasn't like he could possibly say no.
"Umm, sure, just hook him up with Kate, she used to have a cafe back home, they should speak the same language." he said as I asked him.
"Alright, should I tell her or you want to use your boss card on her?"
"Yeah right, like that would work on her. But yeah, I can talk to her."
"Cheers, well, I guess I'll see you Monday, unless we're doing drinks on Sunday."
"Yeah, sure." he said with his nose stuck in paperwork and I left him be. He hadn't even once looked at me during the conversation.
He seemed a bit different in general as well. Somewhat colder, but somehow warmer. Can't really say, but it was weird. Had the kiss freaked him out? I mean... Well, I was a bit freaked about it too, but in the end it was, you know, just something I did high on sex.
I am not going to even lie over the fact that I drank the weekend away. I couldn't just deal with my head. Why was I so fucking obsessed with a kiss that wasn't supposed to happen? A weird gay dream about my mate, plus my mind fucking with me with all those jumps to Mark. Like, jesus, I was twenty eight, I would have had realised that I was gay by now if I was.
I did meet with Kate on Saturday, but that was more of a quickie to get the edge off. I was just somewhere else with my mind. It wasn't even the Mark thing, but rather just a weird general feeling of puzzledness.
John arrived with his Falcon sunday afternoon and I had to wonder how'd he gotten that far with it on these roads. My mother was overly excited to meet a friend from the city and had prepared a way too extravagant dinner. Luckily John understood how special mothers are at times and played his part all too well.
After dinner we headed to Marks to have a few drinks and I had to admit Mark was right, Kate and John spoke a language we did not understand, which again left us to a position where we had to talk to each other and I had to curse myself. Mark had been my friend since forever and now I felt weird talking to him. Over what? A stupid fucking kiss that meant nothing.
Luckily alcohol saved the night soon and John and Kate were surprisingly keen to join in on our conversation as they got from their way too long of a smoke they'd started virtually the moment we got there. I had to wonder if they liked each other more than understanding the same world.
I often noticed John steal glances at Kate, well, I could see the appeal. I knew John didn't like girly-girls so she should have been just up his alley. After one bathroom break I had to wonder what John had said to her as he smiled deviously, Kate grinned wickedly while Mark seemed uncomfortable to say the least, but no one of the three wanted to say what I'd missed.
Not too long after John hinted that he's a bit tired from the drive and hasn't gone to bed as early as we needed to in years, not to mention the waking up part of it. I saw Kate bite her lip as we headed away and noticed the look he gave back, they were defianately eyefucking each other to say the least. Oh well, at least some of us were having fun.
On the drive back I asked "So, Kate's an interesting girl, huh?"
"To say the least. She has quite the brains for a backpacker."
"Just brains?"
"Eh, you caught me, but she's not a girl I want to just fuck."
"Come on, I saw you two eyefucking each other the entire time."
"You think I was...? Okay, yeah sure, why not." he said in an odd tone of playful surrender. Odd, but I guess everyone's been seeming odd to me lately.
"You want to say you weren't?"
"No, I want to say that it's stunning the things you notice, while there are so many things you don't."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean - I don't want to pick a fight or anything, but for example you don't notice if anyone's eyefucking you, but you notice when other people are doing it to each other. Plus how long I told you that your ex was fucking around, before you actually got it in your head."
"Don't go there."
"Sorry, I just... You're a great guy Jona, I hope you find a Kate who stays."
"She told you?"
"Surely that can't surprise you? But all I'm saying is that you shouldn't settle for someone who treats you like shit."
"Can we not?"
"Sure. I'll just start trying to shut off my brain for sleep six hours earlier than it would be normal."
I chuckled a litte, damn he's such a city boy "Well, good night then."
"Hu-huh"
John looked like he'd been hit by a train at five in the morning and could not stop complaining that he'd rather go to bed at that time than wake up. I was more than amused by him, although I knew he was a hard worker, he seemed like a spoiled brat being dragged out of bed too early.
He spent the entire day tagging along with Kate and doing a few rounds with Mark. Oddly he seemed to be more physically close to Mark than Kate, but who'd want to get randy in this heat anyway? I'd have stayed far away from her too. One day I got a boner over her and god, it just didn't want to go away.
After getting back home he said that he had gotten all he wanted and was thinking of driving back overnight as he couldn't possibly sleep as early as us anyhow. Couldn't blame him, I guess, he usually finished work after midnight. I was even surprised that our sleep and work schedules allowed us to hang back in the city.
He drove off after dinner and I thought that it's about time to clear the air with Mark. We'd been weird with each other for almost a week now. I mean, we're best mates, if it was weird, then we should just state that it was weird and move on.
