Beach House Sleepover 2

Due to popular demand, I’ve decided to write a sequel to my story ‘Beach House Sleepover’. It’s a bit of a long story so take your time reading it. Thanks for all the positive feedback so far. If you’re offended by, or not into boy-on-boy sex, then please don’t rate negatively because you’re against the idea. For everyone else, enjoy!

Just to refresh memories, my name is Chris. I’m a bi-curious seventeen year old with short, blonde hair. I’m about six feet tall with a nicely sculpted body. Skinny by nature, frisky by choice. My friend, Alex, is slightly shorter and skinnier than I am; again with blonde hair and a few muscles here and there.

A few weeks ago, I spent the weekend at Alex’s beach house. One thing led to another and we ended up spending the night having steamy hot sex in the shower. It felt amazing and I keep going back to it in my mind over and over again. I’m not really attracted to guys in general, but Alex is a different story. He turns me on more than any girl ever has, and now I masturbate more over him than anyone else. I can’t help but regret having sex with Alex; it was Gay sex after all, and I had always pictured myself to grow up to be straight as an arrow. I had decided to let things cool off with Alex before we saw each other again, but it proved to be more difficult than I originally thought.
It’s been a long time since I had seen Alex. We talk online occasionally; telling each other dirty stories over skype until late and then wanking myself to sleep. I’m sure it’s just a phase, but what the hell, may as well make the most of it right?

So the summer holidays were coming to an end and I hadn’t done much in the way of fun. We had spent half the season moving into a new house out in the country and unpacking boxes full of stuff I didn’t know I owned. Seeing as there wasn’t much summertime left and I was short on ideas, I decided to give in to the will of my penis and invited Alex around for a night out on our lifestyle block. We had a little cottage over in the next paddock which could comfortably house three to four people for short periods of time which seemed ideal for having a certain friend over to stay. The house was close enough to retrieve something in the night if need be, yet far enough away to make as much noise as Satan would let me.

It was Saturday afternoon and Alex was sure to arrive at any time now. I sat near the window, half concentrating on a Su-do-ku in the weekend herald while glancing outside occasionally, hoping to see a car coming up the driveway.
“Is Alex still coming?” my Mum asked me, noticing my absent-minded window stare.
“Should be” I replied, not bothering to turn my head as if for some reason I would miss a car arriving should I not be looking for a split second.
“Did you tell him the right address?” She persisted.
“Yes, Mum.” I replied bluntly, becoming mildly disgruntled by her pointless motherly concerns.
“Well text him to make sure…”
“Mum.” I turned to her. “He knows where to go, ok?”
“Alright” She said, giving up and walking away. “just checking.”

Sure enough, a white Toyota rolled into view from behind our driveway privets and around the corner of the house.
“He’s here, Mum!” I half shouted, getting up from my seat. I started making my way to the garage where the Toyota would be parked nearby. I walked outside, feeling a wave of warmth hit my face as I tried to squint through the bright sunlight. As my eyes adjusted, I made out Alex’s mum passing a sleeping bag to him from out of the car. Alex didn’t have his driver’s licence yet so his parents had to drive him everywhere.
“Hi, Chris!” shouted Alex’s mum from across the gravel as she continued to load Alex up with unnecessary supplies. I gave a friendly wave at the pair as my own Mum appeared from the garage behind me.
“Hi, Jennifer!” Shouted my Mum, going into guest-greeting-mum-mode.
“Hi there, Liz!” She shouted back, passing an overburdened Alex a small weekend bag, probably full of clothes. Mum and I started making our way over to the new arrivals. The gravel was hot so I paid more attention to my feet rather than listening to the mothers making cliché conversation about finding the house alright and all that rubbish mothers always talk about.

When I finally managed to get to Alex, I was confronted with a pile of bags with a pair of bare legs sticking out the bottom.
“Haha hey man, you can put the bags over there if you like” I laughed, indicating a shaded spot just inside the garage. He laughed and started making his way over to the garage.
“And how are you, Alex?” My Mum asked a hobbling Alex in a feeble attempt to make him feel welcome.
“Fine thanks” He replied, concentrating more on not dropping the mountain in front of him. As Alex put down his stuff, we became isolated from the mums’ intriguing conversation about nice weather and moving houses. Alex turned and faced me, giving me a big friendly smile and a small chuckle. I returned the smile and went in for a hug.
“How are ya, man?” I thoughtlessly asked as we grabbed each other in a casual hug.
I breathed deeply as I felt my hands slide around his t-shirt and over his back. One arm over, one arm under. The hug was about three full seconds, reasonably long for a ‘straight’ guy-to-guy hug. It felt much longer though. My hands lingered as my fingertips lightly slid over his right shoulderblade while my left hand rested on his lower back, subtly pulling his hips closer to mine. Seeing Alex and touching his body again made me want to do anything and everything. But Alex didn’t respond. No sensual rubbing, no deep look of desire, nothing. As the hug broke, my mind emptied. We stood there for a second just looking at each other before my awkwardness instinct kicked in and my brain fired out one of Mum’s small-talk lines.
“So you find the place alright?”
“Yeah, wasn’t too hard to find” He replied.
“Sweet.” I acknowledged his reply. “So you’ll be in the cottage with me, cool?”
“All good, is that the little building we passed near the driveway?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.” My mind began to function again as I led Alex into the house to show him around. All thoughts of sex disappeared. For now.

The afternoon went quickly. Alex’s mum stayed for a cup of tea before heading off, and Alex and I spent the afternoon exploring our large, new property in the sun. At about 4 o’clock, we were getting hot and so decided to go for a swim. Alex went into the bathroom to get changed and I went to my bedroom. As I began to undress, my mind wandered back to Alex. Swimming with Alex in nothing but a pair of togs. I pictured Alex in a pair of speedos as I pulled down my own pants. His smooth, hairless body, glistening with water, only a small bit of fabric covered a large bulge between his legs. My mind kept wandering as I pulled my togs up past my hip bones, my dick started to grow longer as I pictured myself rubbing my hands slowly up his slippery legs and over the wet bulge in his pants, then sliding around the back, gripping his tight little ass while he rubbed my dick through my togs.
I suddenly snapped out of it as I realised my dick had become hard in my shorts and was creating a conspicuous tent which could only be missed by a blind man.
‘Ah shit’ I thought.