The One I Want

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

So what? I’m bisexual. That’s just me, but that is not why I am here. This story is about one of the most wonderful guys that I have ever met in my entire life! His name would be Chris. Chris and I met in the fourth grade in youth recreational football. From that point on, our friendship grew having every class together up until our sophomore year. The intensity of our friendship probably started around the summer between our eighth grade and ninth grade year.

My mother and I had planned a trip to the Chattahoochee River to go tubing. I called Chris to hear that he and his family would be up that way visiting. I asked him if he wanted to join along with me going tubing. He pleasantly agreed so the date was set for then.

When we reached Helen, where the river is, we met up and greeted each other while our parents got together to go off into town to go shopping. Chris and I changed into our swimsuit as I took notice at his slightly developed body that seemed to be more muscular than what I had last seen of him. His biceps and triceps rippled and reacted with each movement of his arm. When he pulled of his shorts, I was amazed to see a nice bulge covered by black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I returned to reality and continued changing as he walked out of the changing room.

Chris went up and bought our tickets to go tubing for two hours. I went and got the tubes from the fat store manager as he said, “Your welcome,” with a gruff. We hoped on the bus and went up the river.

So instead of boring you with the two hour conversation that we had which basically consisted of high school and football, I’ll skip ahead until when we got off the river. When I got off and got my stuff back, I got a phone call from my ex girlfriend, now best friend, Madison when she asked if she could hang out with me at the movies and dinner. I agreed, sort of disappointed when I looked ahead to think that I couldn’t see Chris. But then, I got a great idea. I asked her if she could bring a friend along with her and I would bring a friend too. She told me she would bring her friend Chelsea along. I bounced over to Chris, excited that he would be joining me for the evening because he wanted to go with me.

The evening passed slower than the speed of smell. Finally 7 o’clock rolled around and I picked Chris up at his house and we went on to AMC theatres to meet Madison and Chelsea. I cant recall the movie we went to go and see but I believe it was 50 First Dates. Anyhow, the seating arrangement was Me, Madison, Michael, and Chelsea.

While watching the movie, I noticed Madison and Chris rubbing hands together and rubbing each other’s thigh. I was shocked to see this mess going on. I had a hard crush on Chris probably since the day that I met him and my best friend was rubbing on him, after she knew that I liked him. I was torn up inside. I silently cried in the movie theatre while Chelsea rubbed my back during the interaction between Madison and Chris.

Later at the restaurant, I didn’t eat, neither did both of the girls so I found it sort of funny that Chris was the only one eating at the table while I downed some glasses of water. A few times I got Chelsea to walk outside with me to smoke to get the situation off my mind.

“He is just using her as a piece of ass. I can’t understand why he doesn’t realize that you are a great person,” she commented.

I was posted up against the wall in a squatting position with my head in my hands with, occasionally taking hits off my cigarette. I tried so hard to pull back my tears, but it got to be too much. Chelsea continued to try to soothe me:

“It will be alright Patrick. He is just lust stricken right now. It will pass when you guys get home.”

“One could only hope,” I muttered between breaths.

When I could finally bring myself back to my feet, I dusted off and gave Chelsea a hug and thanked her. “Ashtray,” she snorted when we walked through the doors.

I brushed that comment off which was weird because I usually took humor to that. No matter, I was upset because I had to face the dynamic duo again. As soon as we went up the aisle to the table, I came upon Madison stroking Chris off under the table. I couldn’t bare it any longer. I began sobbing and ran out the doors of the restaurant with Chelsea hurried behind me. I hopped in my Black Trailblazer and began to tear out of there. I could have driven off a cliff that night but what stopped me was my best friend sitting in the chair next to me.

I drove her home in silence because of the severity of the stress that I had going on with me. I didn’t give a fuck about what Chris or Madison did any more. The drive to Chelsea’s house was a blur not only because of the tears in my eyes, but also the fact that I was replaying the night over and over in my head.

“It will be alright,” Chelsea smiled as she kissed me on the cheek and got out. As she shut the door, my cell phone rang. I didn’t even take the time to look at the caller ID.

“What?” I said in an annoyed tone.

“What happened?” I recognized the voice: Chris.

“Something came up.”

“Yeah, the dam in your face broke is what happened.”
I sighed.

“Where are you at?”

“Rolling on to my house, why?” I was still pissed off.

“I’ll meet you there.” And hung up.

‘Great!’ I thought. I get to face him. I pondered if he had that backstabbing bitch in the car still.

Ten minutes passed as I drove home to my house. Chris’ blue civic was sitting in the driveway when I pulled up. I took a few deep breaths and lit up a cigarette before getting out of the car. I could see his muscular silhouette gleaming in the moonlight and from the street lights; I could see his expression on his face. Unwillingly, I got out of my truck.

“What was that about, Pat?” Chris asked.

“Nothing, I had a moment.”


“I could see that, but why?”

“I don’t feel like explaining it right now”

“Well you can later, I’m spending the night. Your mom is okay with it.”

I had a rush of excitement come over me already. Chris would be spending the night with me. However, still deep down inside, I was mad, not at him, but at Madison, but for some reason, I sort of took it out on Chris.

“Why?”

“Because I want to talk about what happened tonight, and we are going to talk about it.” He stated as he grabbed his bag out of his car.

We trailed inside to my humble home. I sat down on the computer to check the recent messages and what not. Unfortunately, I was not very popular that night so I had to face Chris.

He went upstairs and brushed his teeth and pissed. I could hear him pissing and wondered what his dick looked like. I pictured him sitting there with his cock out and his hand outstretched against the wall propping himself up. I pictured him holding his dick with one hand while relieving himself. I grew an instant hard on and had to readjust myself for my seven inch dick to grow comfortably down my leg.

He came down the stairs, laid the blankets out and lay down.

“Patrick, come over here, its time to talk” he said.

I finally relinquished myself to go lay down next to him. I dreaded what was going to be said, but I knew the only way to make myself feel better would be to lay it out on the table. So I got up, took my shoes off, stripped down to my shorts underneath and my undershirt and lay down.

“Alright, so what happened tonight?” He asked concerned.

“K, I don’t know how to beat around the bush on this besides just saying it. Basically, I like you. I think you are the most amazing person that I have ever met in my entire life, and tonight, when you and Madison were kissing in the theatre, it made me upset. Of course when I go outside to smoke with Chelsea, I come back to find her jackin’ you off under the table and it made me even worse. So I left in anger. That’s basically it.”

“Whoa.” He said. I couldn’t bear to look at his face so I rolled over and stared at the T.V. thinking he was going to get up or something. Instead, he just sat there. “You know, I have never really thought about it, but now it makes sense a lot how you act towards me. To tell you the truth, I am not really bothered by it.”

That was music to my ears, but I still couldn’t surpass what had happened that night so I laid my head down on the pillow and watched T.V. Then we ventured onto a subject that I was in no mood to converse about.

“Have you noticed how incredibly sexy Madison is? She has never really caught my eye before, but tonight she proved herself worthy.”

The burning tears came back to my face, but I held them back. It was hard for me to comprehend why he would talk about this subject right after I told him that I liked him.

“She makes me so horny when I look at her or think about her.” He put a huge emphasis on the word ‘think.’ Although I do not know what he exactly meant by that, I let the moment pass and I still laid there staring at the T.V.

Chris continued, “I would give anything to show someone what exactly I would do to her right now.” Alarms went off in my head at that comment.

At that point, he started rubbing his hand up and down my back. I had told him a while back that this was one of my erotic points, having someone rub my back for me so he knew that he was going to get me hyped up when he did that, however I don’t know why he continued, but I wasn’t stopping him.

My conscience was cussing me out at that point because I knew deep down inside he was thinking about Madison, not me, but my hard dick begged for attention so I let him continue and pushed the voice of myself out of my head until it was a mere whisper.

Later in the session, he moved closer to me and spooned me. I could feel his massive hard cock press against my ass as he started to slowly grind his hips into me. I pushed myself back against his body to know that I was enjoying the feeling of having him against me. His hand continued to massage my side and eventually rub my stomach under my shirt.

I was so overwhelmed with mixed emotions of horniness, confusion, happiness, but sorrow. I knew he was thinking about Madison during this. I knew it, but it confused me as to why he was doing this to me after my utter confession to him. I was screaming inside for an answer, but I just wasn’t receiving one probably because of the drowning feelings that engorged my head. No matter, I pressed on with him as he continued to rub his crotch all into my ass while his wandering hand explored further heights.

He pushed me back with his hand on my shoulder to lay me down on my back. He got on top of me and continued to grind his hard dick into mine. He held my hands down with his as we interlaced fingers. I started at him deep in the eyes as he looked right through me and read my mind. To my surprise, he leaned down and kissed me. At first, I was apprehensive, but the moment I felt his tongue try to poke its way through my lips, I melted into him as it gained entry and darted into my mouth. Chris had always been able to roll his tongue in waves, and he was doing that while his tongue settled in my mouth. The feeling of his hot lips against me, his warm wet tongue in my mouth, and his hard dick against mine was about enough to send me over the edge.

I pulled my hands away from him as I pulled his body closer to mine and propped my feet up under my knees on the floor to push myself harder into him. I felt so protected and wanted at that moment that I didn’t care about anything else but besides what was going on in that room. The erotic heat filled the room and we both started to sweat. However, that made my hotter for him as I ran my fingers through his sweaty-glazed hair. I ran my hands over his hard smooth ass and grasped it to feel all its girth. I loved watching his ass move in his jeans whenever he walked away from me because I could tell it was so muscular and firm, and now it was in my hands.

Suddenly, I was full of ecstasy as he grinded himself into me further. I moaned as I felt the point of no return fulfill my body. He moaned into my mouth to let me know he was there too. I wrapped my arms around his firm muscular torso, kissed him harder than ever, and grinded my body harder against him as I let loose a huge load of cream into my shorts. He shot too and I could feel the moistness of his cum through his shorts that he was wearing.

Although slightly disappointed at not being able to taste his cock in my mouth or feel him enter me, I was still happy that I was able to have a highly erotic sexual experience with him. He got off on top of me, and I turned back towards the TV as he scooted close to me. I felt like I was in heaven as he wrapped his arms around me. The moment was perfect. His hot breath blew against my neck, causing goose bumps across my body every time he exhaled. I couldn’t imagine a better moment than this.

“Good night, Madison.” He whispered, followed by a snore.

To be continued…

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