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There are three parts to this short story and I'll publish them on here over the next few days.
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HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND
He said he didn't mind sharing my single bed. Pete was a fair-haired and cute twenty-year old and I was twenty-one, but sexually fairly inexperienced
He had fallen out with his girlfriend, Caroline, and had come around to the house I shared with Colin. He needed somewhere to crash for the night.
There was Colin's room with his double-bed, which Colin frequently shared with various transient girlfriends and there was my room with my single bed.
Colin was unattached at that moment, so it made sense for Pete to share his double-bed, or make-do with the couch in the living room. But he said he didn't mind sharing my single bed.
Colin shrugged and went off to bed, no doubt to wank off to sexy dreams of some girl.
I'd known Pete for six months and he and Caroline seemed set to be together for life.
"I went home at the weekend and met up with some old friends. Ended up sleeping with an old girlfriend." Pete said ruefully. "Caroline has kicked me out."
What was it about straight guys? They seemed to have so much trouble keeping their cocks inside their trousers! Why would he risk a happy relationship for a quick one-night knee-trembler? And come to that why did they always call it "sleeping with", when it seemed to me that sleeping was very much a secondary activity!
Mind you I could see why girls would want to go with Pete. He was handsome in a very boyish way. His skin was smooth and unshaven apart from a little stubble produced from the tip of his chin. His collar-length hair was soft and pale brown, the sort you wanted to run your fingers through.
His face was on the cute side of handsome with a shapely nose, delicate lips and grey eyes that melted you when he smiled. His shoulders filled his shirt well, hinting at a compact and lightly muscular body underneath.
His trousers were always of interest, showing a fine bulge at the front. Often you could see his soft penis stretching down his tight trouser leg, indicating that he was a big boy. No wonder girls fawned after him!
Now he was volunteering to share my small single bed!
"I don't have any pyjamas, I sleep in the nude." I confessed when Colin had left us alone in the living room. Of course, Colin knew perfectly well that I slept naked, having joined me in my bed twice when we had shared a bedroom six months earlier. Nevertheless I felt more comfortable talking about my nudity when he had left the room.
"That's all right, so do I!" Pete replied, his face smiling slightly.
"My bed is small, there's bound to be contact." I warned him.
"I don't mind contact." He said enigmatically.
"It's bound to be intimate." I said, blushing.
"I don't mind intimate." Pete's eyes twinkled. "I was on the merchant ships for two years, remember, conditions were cramped and intimate."
I couldn't help but look down at his body, sitting on the couch. The left leg of his green corduroy trousers showed a distinct bulge several inches long, resting between material and thigh. Up in the crotch of his trousers there was a distinctive bulge of testicles. Pete was a big boy and all reservations about sharing my bed with him disappeared in a moment of lust and desire.
I could barely believe what I was hearing. Was this heterosexual young guy, implying he had fooled around with men on-board ship? Did he swing? Or did he simply mean that he was comfortable with male intimacy? Was he just saying that he was at ease and confident in his straight heterosexuality?
Pete stood up in front of me and stretched slowly with his hands high above his head. My eyes slid down to his left trouser leg to observe the intriguing, long bulge on his left thigh. Was he erect or just naturally big when soft?
I led him up the first flight of stairs of the small house. We paused outside Colin's room, the scene of so much heterosexual bonking that I had heard over the months.
"Want to freshen up?" I said, nodding to the bathroom door. "You'll find fresh towels in the cupboard." Pete nodded and turned to enter the bathroom. His green, ribbed-trousers hugged his round bum tightly. He smiled and shut the door on me.
I hurried up the second flight of stairs to my attic bedroom. I tidied the place up as best I could, and put the over-bed light on to shine down on my single bed, with its single duvet.
I sniffed the under-sheet and duvet. They smelled fresh enough.
I heard Colin cough from the room below me and felt a fear that he would, even now, steal Pete from me to enjoy the delights of his roomy double bed. Colin had a cruel streak in him and I fancied that he would take a delight in whisking Pete off to his bed.
Colin was a sexual predator and he had fooled me into thinking he loved me some months ago. His intention appeared to have been to humiliate me by using me sexually when he was between girlfriends. But that was another story.
I ripped my clothes off, threw my dressing gown on and hurried downstairs to pre-empt any snatch attempt from Colin.
I tapped on the bathroom door, loud enough so that Colin would hear too "Are you decent?" I called to Pete, which seemed an odd question, considering we were shortly to be buff-naked together in my bed.
"Pretty much." Pete's voice replied.
I opened the bathroom door to see Pete out of the shower, naked and drying himself with the large white towel. Teasingly his hands were stroking the towel over his thigh, with his back bent forward. The towel hid the object that I so longed to see.
But his chest was, as expected, smooth and nicely compact. He was a super-cute hunk. The revealed calves showed a thin dusting of fair hairs. He was gorgeous!
"OK if I take a quick shower?" I asked, wanting to get him into my bed as quickly as possible.
"Sure." Pete said in a lightly-lilting, deep voice that came straight from his lovely chest. His eyes surveyed me openly as I dropped my dressing gown and revealed my nakedness. "Good body!" Pete nodded in approval, seemingly not noticing my half-erection.
"Good body yourself!" I admired back, hoping Colin would hear us and be feeling some sort of perverted jealousy.
We both laughed heartily, which Colin would surely hear. It gave me a thrill to know that he would know we were naked together in the bathroom.
As I stepped into the shower, I missed Pete lifting the towel behind him and when I looked he had already drawn it across his front and was folding the end corner into his waist to cover himself.
I blinked under the water jets and noticed the fine bulge in the front of his towel. I found it hard to believe that soon I would be naked in bed with Pete's gorgeous nakedness.
He stood by the shower and I didn't close the glass door, so that Pete's eyes roved casually over my nudity, while I washed. It was such a thrill to have him inspect my naked flesh and casually admire my wet muscles. I now had a full blown erection on.
"Sorry about this." I said loudly over the sound of the water, while flicking my hard todge with my right hand.
"It happens, we guys are basically sexual animals." Pete shouted.
I knew Colin would be listening. What would he be thinking? He had probably settled down to a heterosexual wank and was having his thoughts interrupted by the voices of the two naked guys the other side of his wall.
"Normally I have more self-control. Don't know what's happening to me tonight." I said.
"It's cool! I don't mind at all!" Pete said and I turned around and glanced at the front of his towel. Did he have a stiffie on too? Or was it just his natural big-boy status?
His arms flexed and revealed a cute dusting of hair in his armpits. His muscles were lovely, just nicely developed. Caroline was one lucky girl to have him as a boyfriend. And if his manhood was what it appeared to be, then she was doubly lucky!
If he were my boyfriend I would never fall out with him, but always have him in my bed, even if he had played around. I would forgive him anything.
I flipped the shower off and without adjusting the volume of my voice I said loudly, "I'll just get dried and then we can go to bed."
"Yeah, I'm ready to hit the sack." Pete said. "Thanks again for letting me share your bed tonight." He added.
"You are very welcome!" I said, hurriedly drying myself.
"See you up there in a minute." Pete said and I watched the tight towel around his tight backside leave the bathroom.
I heard his light footsteps on the stairs. He hadn't been way-layed by Colin. He was mine tonight! Tonight was all I cared about! Who knows, tomorrow he would probably go back to Caroline, but tonight, tonight he was mine!