My Best Friend and I_(0)

My name’s Matt. I’m 21 years old, 6’2” inches tall, and although I’m slim, I have fairly defined muscles. I’ve also got dark brown hair, cut short, and dark brown eyes. I’ve not got a huge amount of body hair, and I tend to keep my pubes trimmed pretty short. Oh and I’ve been bisexual since I was 13.

I’ve never got around to doing anything about it and now I’m in a committed relationship with a girl named Ellie. I love her with all my heart, and I plan on marrying her one day.

The thing is, I really wish I’d been able to experiment with a guy. But I haven’t known anyone who’s gay that I’ve found attractive (though I have told them I’m bi). I’m too scared to come out of the closet fully, and to be honest I thought it was too late after I started going out with Ellie. That is, until a couple of weeks ago.

My best friend, Luke, I’ve known since I was 5. We’ve grown up together, and shared everything – the first time we kissed a girl, the first time we got drunk, the first time we got stoned. We’ve talked about everything going on in our lives. Everything from breakups to hook-ups, our time in scouts, TV shows we like, and our friends. And he’s amazingly hot. He’s the same age as me, around 5’10”, with an amazing body – muscular but not too bulky, and not at all thin. He’s got wavy brown hair and smooth, slightly tanned skin. And luckily, he lives just down the road – not even a two minute walk away.

About a month ago, I went over to his house after work. Luke doesn’t have a job at the moment, and I always finish at 1:00 in the afternoon, because I only work part time while I’m trying to get into the forces (my dream career).

It had been a fairly standard day and I was staring at the clock at 12:59, waiting for the second hand to tick over so I could go home. Just as it did, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I took it out to see a text flashing up from Luke.

“Hey, you free today?”

I pondered for a second, but I didn’t have anything else planned, and I was in the mood for some beers and a chill out session on the Xbox so I tapped out a response and told him I’d come over as soon as I was home. I picked up my car keys and my wallet and walked out of the door, saying goodbye as I went.

My phone went again, and it was just Luke telling me he’d pick up some booze while I was getting myself sorted. Not bothering to reply, I jumped in the car and set off for home. With the radio blasting out music, and the roads empty, there wasn’t much to think about, and I got back pretty much on autopilot. You know, when you drive somewhere, but when you arrive you can’t really remember the journey? Like that.

Getting in through the front door, I chucked my keys on the side, and ran upstairs to my room to get changed. The sun was shining but it was the dead of winter, so it was freezing outside and I just put on a hoody and jeans, grabbed my scarf, and ran back downstairs and straight out the door. On the walk over, I texted Ellie to let her know I was going over to Luke’s and probably wouldn’t be able to talk much – she’s pretty easy going and she was more than happy for me to spend the evening not texting.

By the time I got over, it was about 2 o’clock, and I knocked on the door, putting my hands in my pockets and glancing around his garden. With a pretty huge lawn and pond, and trees dotted around the edges, this garden had been great growing up. We could play football, have bonfires, drink and get high in the middle of the night.

The door opened and Luke’s sister Jess was stood there in a loose fitting, low cut top and leggings, her long dark hair pulled back. A bit shorter than Luke at around 5’6”, Jess was stunning. She was 18 years old, and one of the prettiest girls I had ever met. It helped that she had huge tits as well, and her big brown eyes seemed to twinkle, as if she knew the effect she had on her brother’s friends.

“Hey Jess,” I said, smiling at her. “Luke is still here, right?” She laughed, showing off a beautiful smile, and nodded.

“Yeah he is, he’s upstairs in the spare room.” She stepped back to let me in and pulled out her phone as she did. One of the most popular girls at her school, I barely saw her without a friend over. And the few times I did, she was always texting and calling her gang of girlfriends. As I passed her to take my shoes off in the hall, she casually adjusted her top to show off a bit more cleavage, and I involuntarily glanced down at her chest. As I realised what I was doing, I tore my eyes away. But it must have been too late and I saw her smirk as she closed the door. She obviously knew what she was doing, but I didn’t really care. If she wanted to show off her great breasts, I wasn’t going to complain.

Having slipped my shoes off, I walked through the sitting room, saying a polite hello to Luke’s mum, and pounded up the stairs from the kitchen to the spare room (the layout of the house is kind of strange…) Luke was sitting in front of his TV, engrossed in a game of Call of Duty.

“Hey buddy,” he said, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Hey man. You alright?”

“Yeah, hang on. This game’s almost over.”

I dropped myself down onto the sofa next to him and watched him blast someone at close range with a shotgun, as the score counter ticked up to the limit and the game ended. Laughing at his good fortune at getting a last second kill, I looked around the room to find the clock on the wall.

“So do you wanna get drunk?” I said, grinning at him as he chucked his controller carelessly down next to his Xbox.

“Sounds like a plan!” He stood up, and I followed suit as he made his way through the door and down the stairs. Opening up the fridge, he glanced in at the shelves that were now stacked up with bottles. “I got some Buds, some Fosters, and some Crabbies – what do you reckon?”

I considered for a moment, before settling on the Crabbies, which was one of my favourite drinks. Luke grabbed a Bud, and took the bottle opener out of a drawer. He opened up the two bottles and passed me mine, and then we made our way upstairs again to lounge on the sofa. We hadn’t really had a chance to talk in a while, and so the conversation started to flow pretty easily, helped along by the drinks.

After two more trips downstairs to get more beer, we decided it would be easier to just bring the crates and bottle opener upstairs. We took the bottles from the fridge and put them back into their boxes. I picked up the Crabbies crate and the Budweisers, and Luke got the Fosters and bottle opener, and we were just walking to the stairs when Jess came into the kitchen.