Denver and Alex

Throughout my childhood and adolescence I had one friend above all else; Alex. We were neighbors when we were five and first met, doing normal kid things. When we hit middle school our bodies and personalities started to change. I started getting muscular and tall, he grew little height ways and his muscles seemed to slender out. I started getting a lot of attention from girls and Alex always seemed to just tag along. Still there was nothing that had really changed, we were just as inseparable. With high school though came a whole mess of change that could have stressed our friendship. I had continued to develop into nothing short of a mixture of a Calvin Klein underwear model and a NCAA linebacker; I stood six foot flat and 215 lbs of muscle. As the school’s champion wrestler, my sculpted body and massive cock was on display for all to see in my lycra singlet. Alex became an athlete himself, even at only five feet four inches he had taken swimming and become lean and slender with firm, if not overly impressive muscle, however his speedo also showed off assets, or lack thereof. I’d never have made fun of him for it but he had to have close to the school’s smallest cock. Every coach said if he’d had a couple more inches he’d be setting state records instead of placing 5th, By this time though Alex’s femininity was starting to come out. He had a soft voice, almost girlish and really just beautiful features, with pouty lips, deep blue eyes, and surprisingly long blonde hair for a swimmer. When our senior year came around he unsurprisingly announced he was gay. I loved him as a brother and hung out with him just as much. Bullies at our school started picking on him and even threatening him, I stuck up for him at every turn. Then the bullies started making comments to him about his obvious love for me or even that I fucked him whenever we spent the night at each other’s house. This was of course untrue, we had never done anything and he had never even made a move on me. I approached these guy’s and reminded them that if they didn’t shut the fuck up I would do one of two things: either beat the living shit out of them (which I was fully capable of doing), or that I’d remind them of my heterosexuality by fucking their girlfriends (which I was also fully capable of and often did), they would promptly shut their mouths or say they were only joking around. Alex thanked me more times than I can remember, I told him to forget it and just be the happiest little fruit that his heart desired. We’d laugh and carry on our friendship.
Alex’s parents were as supportive as he could have hoped to be. His mother accepted him fully and loved him the same (she even seemed a little proud), his father was less thrilled but he seemed okay with it too, he was mostly to busy making piles of money on the stock market. My parents were a little wary of what they pictured as the world’s most perfect son spending most of his male bonding with a gay kid, but they had known Alex for so long they couldn’t be but so insensitive (besides they saw how many insanely hot girls I went out with on any given week they figured I probably wouldn’t be giving up that much ass for a childhood guy friend).
Alex became the hottest gay guy in town and dated his share of guys, mostly small slender fellas like himself, and I continued my march through the counties women. We would talk of our sexual escapades whenever we hung out, mostly about me and the girls though. I’m not sure if it was because he didn’t think I’d want to hear about him and his guys, but it seemed more like he was really interested in hearing the details of my latest sexual conquest. It was almost like he was trying to pick up pointers on how the women responded. He was especially interested in hearing about the girls giving me head, what they did, what felt best, how deep they could take it. When I told him how this one girl had almost taken my whole ten inch cock down his eyes bulged and he said “Wow, I probably could only take half of that!” “If that much!” I laughed, it was the first time he had ever even inadvertently mentioned a sexual situation between the two of us. This wasn’t the first thought I’d had of sex between the two of us, what with all the rumors that idiots spread around school that he was me secret bitch or something, it couldn’t help but to have crossed my mind. But the mental image of my cock shoved half way down his throat did take a minute to clear out of my head. I had had previous girlfriends raise the question of whether there was anything between us, when I affirmed to the negative most would say something along the lines of “thank god”, but there were a few who said they thought it would have been hot if it was true, which made me wonder.
When we graduated high school it became apparent that Alex and I would be going to the local college in the heart of our neighboring city. We decided to rent an apartment together rather than go for the normal rinky dink freshman dorms. His rich father paid for over half of our pretty nice place and my scholarship to compete for the school along with student loans paid for my share. Living together was really awesome; we got to hang out constantly and he helped me tackle my school load which was tough to balance with my training and competition. Alex would come to all my meets and would usually sit next to whichever girl I was currently boning. Sometimes it would be hard to tell which one cheered louder for me. Sometimes I’d sit at home after a workout in just my briefs on the couch in front of the television. During these times Alex would always sit on the chair that was sort of opposite to me, I figured it was cause it might be a little awkward if he was sitting right beside me with my huge cock only a fabric away from being exposed, or it might have been so he could have stole little glances my way. There were also times when his boyfriend would come over to pick him up and I’d still be sitting there in my undies, muscles still taunt from my work out, when Alex would rush his boy out before he said something lewd, though I didn’t mind I usually found them funny. Our rooms were side by side so there were definite times when one of us could hear the other one fucking, or on a few occasions both of us were getting down.