Rooming With My Best Friend - Decisions - Colt's Bed - Choose Your Own Story - 9
Colt’s Bed
Something
in his head told Colt that if he stayed with Kris in his bed, holding each
other close as they slept, it would create problems. They were already closer
than two guys should be when they were just supposed to be friends. Having sex
with each other was one thing, but actually sleeping with each other, holding
Kris in his arms like he held Andrea, snuggling up to her and keeping her
close, just seemed wrong somehow.
Colt
wasn’t ready for things to develop between himself and Kris, not that he’d ever
even considered them being anything more than best friends. His head was
hurting with all the thoughts rushing around inside it. He loved Kris and the
sex was incredible, but he felt things were getting too serious between them;
they were getting together too often, even just holding each other and making
out. They were crossing a line and he wasn’t sure he liked it, even though
physically it felt so good.
Hearing
Kris’ deep breathing, he slowly pulled back, his soft dick slipping from Kris’
well fucked ass. Then he gently pushed himself up, trying to loosen the grip
Kris had around his back until, eventually, Kris’ hands fell to his sides on
the bed and Colt could rise to his feet, being careful not to wake his sleeping
friend.
When
he looked down at Kris, sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face, Colt
couldn’t help feeling that warmth bubbling in his stomach. Seeing Kris
completely naked and vulnerable, his hard chest rising and falling with each
breath, his abs seeming to twitch, actually made him want to climb back into
bed. Kris had some kind of power over him that just made Colt want him and he
wasn’t sure how much more of it he could take.
He
turned his head away and walked the short distance to his own bed, removing the
condom and tossing it in the trash. He climbed into bed, making sure his back
was facing Kris so he wouldn’t have to look at him again, and pulled the sheets
over his naked body. Exhausted from the sex, it wasn’t long before he fell
asleep.
When
Colt woke up the next morning he turned over and looked towards Kris’ bed. Kris
was awake and had a smile on his face. Colt smiled back but there was something
about the way Kris was looking at him that was slightly unnerving.
“You
okay, bro?” Kris asked.
“Yeah,
man, I’m fine,” Colt said.
“How
come you slept over there?” Kris asked.
“There
was just more room,” Colt lied. “It’s a little cramped in a single bed now
we’re so built.”
“I
guess,” Kris smiled, reaching down to rub his abs, which still had dried drops
of cum on them. “I guess I just like it when you hold me in your arms and we
drift off to sleep. I think you like that too.”
“I
do,” Colt sighed. “I love it, but…”
“But
what?” Kris asked, breaking the silence.
“My
mind is all over the fucking place, Kris. I think I know what you felt over
Christmas now,” Colt said, throwing his head back against his pillows and
staring up at the ceiling.
“What
do you mean?” Kris asked, propping his head up with one arm.
“You’re
my best friend, Kris, the best I could ever hope for. I love you more than I
ever thought I would love another guy, but it’s not just as friends anymore, is
it?”
“Why
not?”
“Dude,
we have the fucking hots for each other. We’re both attracted to each other,
aren’t we?”
Kris
remained silent for a moment, just staring at Colt. “Yes.”
“Exactly.
To me you’re sexy and beautiful and almost nothing makes me happier than when
we’re together and we’re making love, Kris. The problem is that I’m not sure I
can handle that anymore.”
“Why,
bro?” Kris asked.
“Because
I always find myself wanting more,” Colt admitted. “Last night, after I fucked
you and made you cum twice, I just lay there on top of you, loving the feeling
of your body against mine, and I started to think that I could lay with you
like that every night and I could actually be happy.”
“Are
you saying you think we could be together?” Kris asked, shocked by Colt’s
words.
Colt
continued to stare up at the ceiling, saying nothing for the longest time, before
he finally spoke, “I don’t know… I think so.”
“You
think so?”
“Look,
I love Andrea, she’s the most amazing girl I’ve ever met and I could really see
myself with her long term, getting married to her and raising a family with
her.”
“But?”
“If
I’m going to have that life with her then I think that I need to stop fooling
around with you because every time we sleep together, whether I’m on the top or
the bottom, I find myself wanting you more and more and it’s really starting to
tear me apart. I don’t think I can have both of you in my bed,” Colt said, only
now turning to look at Kris.
“So
what you’re saying is that if you want to be with Andrea then you can’t sleep
with me anymore because it’s confusing your feelings.”
“I
guess so. Don’t get me wrong, Kris, I have loved it every time we’ve fucked
each other, and I could come over there and fuck you again right now, but it
still doesn’t change the fact that I’m with Andrea and I think if I want to
make a serious go of it with her then I need to stop fooling around with other
people.”
“Mainly
me,” Kris said.
“Yes,
mainly you. With other guys it’s just a fuck, there’s nothing more to it. With
you there is some kind of connection that makes me want to keep coming back for
more and I think I need to define our relationship to be able to move forward.”
“Define
our relationship?” Kris asked.
“Are
we best buds? Are we friends with benefits? Or are we lovers, Kris?”
“We’re
definitely best buds,” Kris smiled.
“Yeah,
I agree,” Colt said. “But are we more?”
“Well,
we fuck, so I guess we must be more because most best friends don’t fuck each
other as much as we do without it developing into something more.”
“Precisely.
I love being bi, Kris, and I love the time I’ve spent with you, but I think I
have to finally make a decision about what I really want.”
“What
kind of decision?” Kris asked, perplexed.
“If
I’m serious about making things work with Andrea and really being with her, for
the next two years through college and then once we graduate, then I need to be
completely faithful to her,” Colt said. “I can see her as my wife and the
mother of my children and I feel that I owe it to her to lead a straight life
if we’re going to be together. I need to cut all the gay stuff out of my life.”
“So
where does that leave me?” Kris asked.
“I
guess it leaves you as my best friend and nothing more. No more making out in
here. No more mutual hand jobs or blow jobs. And definitely no fucking each
other when we’re horny and our girls aren’t available.”
“And
that’s what you want?” Kris asked, disappointed.
“I
don’t know,” Colt sighed. “I want to be able to have you both and not feel
guilty about it, which is stupid because we’re all open with each other, but
I’m not sure I can keep it up.”
“You
had no problems last night,” Kris winked.
Colt
laughed. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah,
I do,” Kris said. “You need to decide who you want. But more importantly you
need to decide what kind of life you want to live. You can carry on as you have
been doing, living happily as a bi man who enjoys sex with men and women. Or
you can give up on men and live a straight life with Andrea. Either way I think
for your own sanity you need to make a choice.”
“You’re
right, bro, I do,” Colt said.
What
kind of life does Colt want to lead? You decide.
If
you want Colt to be with Andrea, click here: Straight (Chapter 14)
If
you want Colt to remain as he is, click here: Bi (Chapter 15)
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