From the time I was 7, when Chris moved in next door, until I was 15, Chris was my best friend. We both turned 15 in July It was the first year my older brother was away at college. I pretty much had the whole house to myself a lot of the time. In November my mom took a new job and was traveling a lot. My dad already traveled a lot. My parents felt that since I was 15 that I could stay by myself a lot. We live in a house really big in the South Bay area in LA. My Dad travels a lot and my mom does too. I might see them 5 or 6 days out of a month. It was really weird, my brother not being there and now my mom gone a lot. Chris stated coming over a lot and staying the night. Our house is about 6000 square feet and we have a huge yard that has a heated pool, pool house, spa, and it is concealed by a lot of trees and shrubs. I love to swim and play ice hockey. Chris plays soccer and he is really good at it. When I turned 14 I started looking at Chris in a different way. It was weird. He was becoming the thoughts I had when I jacked off and as he worked out (we did together) his body became something to drool over. It was March when we were both 15 and he was staying the night. We decided to try drinking some of my dads whisky. Chris was really messed up and suggested we go swimming, actually skinny dipping.
"Come on Scott let's go swim, we don't even have to wear any trunks"
"We are really messed up right now and I don't want to drown."
"Ok well lets go sit in the Spa"
He went outside, stripped down and got in. I did the same. This was the first time I had ever got in the spa nude especially with another guy. It was a major turn on. As soon as I hit the water I sprang a hard on. I started thinking about my girlfriend, playing hockey, the car I was about to get, rollerblading at the beach. Anything I could think of to not think about Chris' hard and hot body in front of me. It did not work. All of a sudden I felt a foot touching me dick.
"What are you doing?"
"Dude I feel funny right now. I feel like playing with your dick"
"What?" I had feelings of desire, for him to keep touching it, but I also felt I should pull away. It was very weird. "What do you mean playing with it?"
"Dude I am way drunk and I don't know if I even know what I am doing but I want to suck you off"
With that he scooted over and began to play with my dick. Then he told me to get out of the spa and he began to suck me.
"Get out and let me suck on you too. Come on lets go up to my room so nobody can see us.
We went up there and sucked each other off 3. After the 3rd time we fell asleep in my bed. I woke up with my arms around Chris, dried cum stuck all over both of us kinda glued us together. When I tried to break free it work him up. When he woke up he kinda looked at himself and said "Dude I have a really bad headache and I am a mess. Where are my clothes. Dude I think I need to go home. I think I messed up last night."
"Will you stop talking for a minute and let me talk. What we did last night was kewl. I liked it and I have been thinking about it for about a year. I wanted it to happen but I was scared to."
We sat and talked about what happened and decided that we were both kewl with it. We sucked each other off and then showered and he went home. Over the next 4 months we were together all the time. We each got our drivers licenses and had been only about a week. I got the Chevy truck I wanted and Chris got a Jeep. Chris had applied for some trip to Europe that involved going to a soccer camp for a week. He was going to be gone for 2 weeks. He asked me to go with him but I felt really weird about going. So he left and I stayed home. I was not in love with him, but lusted for sex with him. It was really kewl that we could both be really good friends and be able to please and get each other off. We loved sucking each other, rubbing each other, licking each other, but we did not think kissing was kewl or holding hands or stuff we thought was girlfriend-boyfriend stuff. We did not consider ourselves boyfriends but we did think of each other as sex partners. Chris was in Europe and I was at home swimming when the bell for the door was going off. I jumped out, dried off and went to answer the door. Chris' mom was walking away when I opened the door.
I could see she was very upset. In tears, looked like she slept in her clothes or just jumped out of a washing machine. She just looked at me and broke down. I went out to help her and ask her what was wrong.
"Scott, lets go inside, I have to talk to you"
"What is it, what's wrong?"
"Chr, Chr, Chris."
"Whats wrong, what about chris?"
"Chris was in a car wreck, they tried and tried but he lost too much blood" With that she broke down into tear. I grabbed her and hugged her. I started crying. Chris was my best friend and now he was gone, not coming home.
"Are your parents home?"
"No dad is gone for another week, mom will be home in 3 days."
"Well you should not be alone, grab some things and come over"
"I will later. I want to be by myself right now."
She left and I went up to my room. I looked through pictures of me and Chris, all the way back to when we were 7. I just sat in my room until Chris' dad came over and told me he was taking me over to their house.
I spent the next 3 days there, they would not let me stay alone. My parents came back early. There were so many people at Chris' funeral. I carried his casket along with his brother and four of his soccer teammates. I felt alone for so long after that. My girlfriend and I got somewhat closer but it was still weird. Now I had started looking at other guys too. I was the popular, jock, athlete, good grades, nice car, fine girlfriend. The fact that I liked to mess around with guys was not something that should get out. I looked at guys all the time, fantasized about them. As time went on the pain I felt about Chris eased some, but there was still not a day that went by that I did not think about him. Even though we went to different schools my friends knew what happened and they gave me a lot of support.
Nearly a year had went by, I went through a whole season of hockey. I changed my number to what Chris' soccer number was and I played every game for him. It positively affected my playing. Well the season was over, we kicked some ass and things were getting easier. My parents were gone now more than ever. I felt like I should get a job but they told me to concentrate on school and sports and be a kid. So I did. I never had parties at my house though. It got to the point where I only saw my parents once a month or so. I saw Chris's parents more than mine and saw his brother more than mine. It was hard for me to be around his brother. He reminded me of Chris. I am sure it was even harder for him to be around me.