Me and Mike - Part Six

“Just Sex” repeated Chris – all trace of his trademark cockiness had gone, he was breathing fast and deep and his voice was full of a bestial eagerness.

I looked at him lying on my bed - fully clothed and propped up with a couple of pillows. His body was a lot different to Mike’s, it was so much bulkier, more powerful…I didn’t usually lust over men with a similar physique to mine but I could tell that Chris and me had the ability to satisfy each other completely.

He responded to me checking him out by hurriedly pulling off his black tee-shirt and baring his chest…showing me the goods…making the sale. Chris’s eyes followed mine as I inspected his torso.

Chris was paler than Mike and his milky skin contrasted sharply with, a pair of dark brown nipples; jet black fluff that led down from his belly-button to his belt and most noticeably with a deep, angry red scar – about four inches long - that cut a diagonal across his lower right torso. The scar mesmerised me, I reached out and brushed it with my fingers, Chris recoiled, but only for a second. I sensed that he was holding his breath, waiting for a response – some signal that he could pounce.

My eyes darted upwards to meet his, then I resumed my viewing of the scar. 

“Fucking hell mate” It was a whisper…full of astonishment.
“Its old” He muttered breathlessly.

My fingertips trickled downwards as we spoke – almost absentmindedly – tracing the route of his pubic hair towards his belt. My eyes however, remained locked on the scar.

“When?”
“About six years ago…I was eleven”

My fingers were on his belt buckle now, pulling at the belt.

“How?…I mean…Christ…I’ve taken a couple in pub fights but…bugger!”
“This wasn’t a pub fight”
“Yeh?…I suppose…If you were eleven. But still, how did..? Who?”

His belt was coming off now, I was drawing it away…slowly.

“It was my stepdad”

I halted…froze in my tracks. He looked down and I looked up – our eyes met and I saw a mixture of lust and anger in his. I wanted to say something more – question him further, comfort him…whatever. But, the moment we locked eyes the passion that had built up in the room was released. 

We both pounced at the same time almost cracking skulls in a frenzied attempt to chew each others tongues. We rolled off the bed onto the floor, his foot hit my desk and the anglepoise lamp toppled over smashing on the floor. We didn’t make any attempt to keep our voices down – not that we were saying anything coherent - we grunted and groaned and sighed with pure, uninhibited passion. 

As we struggled onto our knees, still furiously mashing lips, Chris’ hands found the edge of my tee shirt and he pulled it over my head without waiting for me to raise my arms. As a result I was caught in a ‘handcuff’ position, my arms stuck behind my back in the sleeves of my tee shirt. Chris still held the main part of it and he yanked it mercilessly in the most awkward direction so that pain ran through my shoulder blades. I responded to his by biting down hard on his tongue until I could taste a tiny trickle of blood. He raised his knee to my stomach and I doubled over, releasing his tongue. By now we were both standing in the centre of the room topless and panting like dogs.

I reached out and roughly grabbed the waistband of his jeans – his belt had long since disappeared – I yanked him towards me by his trousers and his body bumped me full on from head to toe. The feeling of that full body contact mixed with the masculine smell of his hair as the crown of his head hit my nose, felt so good that I took a step back and did it twice more. On the third time I held Chris against me very tightly and he pressed his head into my neck with a ferocity that reminded me of being in a rugby scrum. Between the tightness of our bodies my right hand struggled to undo the button of his jeans while my left hand reached around to his tight anus and attempted to fist him through the fabric of his jeans.

The button eventually came undone and I roared in victory, pushing him across the room towards the bed. Chris stumbled and fell as his jeans slipped down to his ankles and he knelt on all fours in the broken glass of the anglepoise lamp wearing tight grey Y fronts which were being stretched to the limit by mountain of flesh attempting to escape from them. He crawled his way up onto my bed – I noticed bloodstains on the white sheets coming from cuts in his hands and knees from the broken glass. Chris knew when he had been defeated. He grinned and murmured lustfully,

“You won Will, fair and square. Come get your prize.”

With that he lifted his legs and with surprising agility hooked them behind his head – offering me his ass.

“It wasn’t a competition Chris.” 

In spite of myself, I already had my trousers down and was spitting on my hand.

“Yes it fucking was Will. I never thought I’d take it up the ass until you came along man. You’re the only one worthy you fucking stallion. Now fuck me.”

With this he ran his hands down his body – over his nipples, his six pack and his scar until he reached his buttocks. Chris pulled them apart with brutal force. Then he dug his fingers right in to the hole and framed a target for me. A target of tight, glistening pink flesh.

I was more than happy to oblige and was in the process of preparing my cock when something terrible happened.

Knock
Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock

“Shit…cover up mate”

Chris pulled up his jeans and dived under my bed. My heart was racing, what the fuck was I doing? I hadn’t made love to Mike yet and here I was about to penetrate someone I only liked as a mate, and now I was about to get caught. I quickly shoved my prick back in to my jeans, composed myself and opened the door a fraction of an inch.

There he stood, as fucking beautiful as ever, one hand in a pocket and the other leaning on the doorframe. I knew straight away that I’d never kiss another bloke, It had been wrong and I felt awful about it. I wanted to tell him that but I knew he’d be destroyed if he found out. So instead I reached out and hugged him. It was so different to the way I had held Chris, Mike was more valuable to me.

“Cheers…will” He said with a note of surprise in his soft Yorkshire accent. Mike raised his arms and hugged me back, I rested my head on his shoulder.

“I love you Mike”

Mike raised his hand to the back of my neck and began to stroke me softly. When he spoke it was a mixture of confusion and contentment.

“I know Will..,I love you and all…that’s why we’re together”

I raised my head and smiled at him, he smiled back before saying with a note of excitement.

“Where’s Chris?2

My heart froze for a second before realising that he must have news about Joe.

“I think he’s in his room, why?”
“Joe’s told me to get him – he wants to talk”
“Alright, I’ll go find him. We’ll all head over” (Joe’s room was in a different block – across from ours).
“Okay, just a sec – I need to get my phone” 

He turned to his own door and entered his room. At the same time, Chris sloped out from under my bed and began to redress hurriedly. I was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

“He’s gonna talk to me then” Chris mumbled
“Yeh, you can find out what happened”

Chris didn’t reply. I mistook this for concern about Joe.

“Look man, I bet he’s fine.” 

There was a pause, Chris looked up

“I tried to cheat on him” he said through clenched teeth.

There was a long, awkward pause where we both stared at the floor. Then Chris went to leave. I grabbed his hand.

“Look man…that was wrong – really wrong. But…we didn’t do it…properly. Lets just forget it. We’re still mates…best mates”

Chris grinned weakly, “Yeh…s’right”

I clapped him on the shoulder and he left the room grinning. A couple of seconds later Mike appeared at the door.

“coming?”