Alex Ch. 01

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This story not a story that jumps straight into sex, this story takes time and shows the emotions and lives of it's characters while doing so. If you want pure smut than this is not the story for you.

-UberAndrew

--------CHAPTER 1, REUNION-----------------

It was another long day at work moving heavy building materials across a dusty cluttered lot. I was a construction worker who worked on projects around the city so as you would imagine I was pretty spent by the time I got home. It had started raining just moments before I was off for work so I was a bit damp, but my exhaustion got the better of me and almost as soon as I walked through my door I fell back into my recliner still in my damp and dirty tank top and jeans.

The recliner was as far back as it could go and some show on the television mumbled in the otherwise quiet room. I didn't know what it was nor did I really care. Majority of the time I only had the TV on to spare the house of what would otherwise be dead silence.

I sat there staring at the blank ceiling, with only the surrounding walls to keep me company. Sometimes I wondered why I ever needed so much room for just me, at times it seemed like the empty rooms void of anyone mocked my loneliness.

Both of my parents were quite financially wealthy; my dad being surgeon and my mother being a psychotherapist. Luckily enough they were generous and help pay for much of my own house. The house was decently sized and old styled. The outside was fake wood to protect the inside from the elements but the inside was all real. It was cozy but also spacious, but I often found myself wishing it wasn't so big, maybe then it wouldn't seem so empty.

The only real family I've ever had was my parents and they were always busy, everyone was else was either dead or moved away. And since I was horribly shy and terrible with girls in high school I never got married. Hell, I hardly ever had a relationship that could really count.

Now I'm not an Adonis or anything, but I'm also not ugly or unattractive. I was pretty standard when it came to build, about 5"10 and 175 pounds. Fortunately my current job had plenty of physical labor which gave my otherwise lean frame some muscles. According to the few girls I actually dated my best feature was my apparently warm smile in addition to my deep blue eyes. Ever since high school I kept my brunette hair semi short, about ear length.

I often thought about how I should feel happy, but yet I just don't. It seemed my life was in a miserable loop; wake up, go to work, come home, repeat, and then two days at the end of the week which I spend often alone and bored. Because it was just me I had quite a hefty amount saved up, but for what? I had nothing to spend it on. I found it ironic that most men complain about having to spend most of their pay checks on their families, but that was almost the opposite for me, I had no one to spend money on, but I wish I did. More than anything I longed for someone to hold at night.

As I sat there thinking over the low mumble over the TV time began to pass and it was already 10 PM. My eyes began feeling heavier and heavier. I just sat there thinking until I eventually fell asleep on my recliner.

I quickly shot up quickly from my sound sleep, startled by the loud and sudden noise. I looked around as I gained my senses, and then the sound rang again. It was my doorbell. I suppose I get so little guests ever I forgot what it sounded like.

"Who could be here at this time?" I whispered to myself under my breath looking at the time, it was 11:29 PM. I was asleep for only about an hour.

I went to the door, opening it, eyes opening too in surprise, taking but a few seconds to recognize this person standing before me. It was my old friend Alex. I haven't seen Alex since high school, we had to part ways when we headed towards different colleges, we haven't really spoken since.

"Hey Ryan..." he spoke softly, the rain beating down on his large rain coat, his nose bright red and his warm breath leaking from his mouth into the cold night air.

"Alex?!" I was honestly surprised to see him, especially at this time in this weather.

"Can... I come in?" he asked softly, his words as sad and cold as the air around him.

"Yeah, sure..." I opened the door wide and welcoming, Alex walked right in and sat right down on the couch. His head lowered as if he did something terribly embarrassing and felt ashamed because of it.

He just sat there saying nothing at first. I waited for him to say something but he continued to look at the floor, almost as if he was ignoring me or acting like we never parted ways.

"Alex... What are you doing here?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too rude. "Did something happen?"

"My parents kicked me out. They disowned me..." he answered, his voice full of lament. It was obvious he was still upset.

"What happened?" I asked curiously, but not too surprised. I always hated his parents, his dad was a muscle head jock who oozed testosterone, and since Alex was the quiet type who would rather draw or read then play sports he was nothing but a disappointment to him. His mother was as big of a bitch as his father was an ass hole, she was a lawyer so as you could imagine she was always tense as if she had a pole permanently shoved up her ass, I could always tell they saw Alex as a failure and a disappointment.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now..." he sighed coldly. I knew he meant what he said, I decided he'd tell me when he was ready.

"But long story short they kicked me out and I don't have any where's to go..." he continued explaining. "You're the only person I could really turn to, your the closest person I have, even if we haven't seen each other for years..."

"Let me guess, you want to stay here?"

"Please Ryan, it's either here or the streets!" he begged. A look of desperation grew over his face, I could tell he really needed me.

"Well, what are friends for? I can't let my best bro sleep in the streets!" What I said was true, even if was haven't seen each other for years I couldn't let my best friend sleep out on the streets. Besides, maybe it would be fun to have someone to actually hang out with.

"Thank you! Thank you!" he said repeatedly. It was obvious this meant a lot to him.

"I promise you won't even notice I'm here! I'll clean up after myself and do whatever you need me to do!" he explained, sounding a grateful as one could get.

"Hey, it's no problem, really" I assured him.

I noticed he was drenched from the rain. How he didn't freeze to death out in the rain was beyond me.

"How about a towel?" I asked, he gave an awkward smile and nodded.

When I handed him a towel he pulled off his hood and unzipped his coat. Before, I could just barely see his face under the hood, but now I could see him clearly now.

Alex pretty much looked like I remembered he did. He was shorter than me and had a relatively small frame making him pretty light. Freckles spread across his cheeks and shoulders. He had shoulder length straight raven-black hair, his bangs tucked behind his ears. Now I know it's odd of me to notice, but his face was kind of rounded and soft, that along with his plump lips, button nose and thin eye brows were the reason behind a lot of teasing back in school, most of the ass-holes would tease him and say he looks like a girl, now I know I'm his friend but I couldn't help but think that on occasion too, but it's not like he asked to be born like that.

I handed him a towel and he started to dry off, his shirt was virtually dry but his pants were pretty soaked.

"Hey, I could probably find you a dry pair of pants if you want..." I offered, he glanced at his soaked jeans. He looked back up and gave me another awkward smile.

"That would be really nice" he answered.

I went to go find a decent pair he could use. Knowing Alex was a lot smaller than me I searched for the smallest pair. I eventually found a pair that was smaller than the other ones, but only by one size. When he put them on they still seemed to be too big for him, they sagged and made it seem more of a fashion statement then anything else. They were so large on him he had to hold them up to prevent from them falling. We both couldn't help but laugh.

"I have a spare room down the hall, all it has in it is a bed and a TV, but I'm not using it for anything so feel free to make it your own" I suggested, he just nodded in confirmation.

"I just want to thank you so much Ryan. It's just that It's really hard right now and I really need a place to stay, it must seem so rude to ask so much of you after not seeing you for all these years" he told me, I could tell he felt guilty for asking for so much. "I promise I won't cause any trouble, and I'll get a job as soon as I can to pay you back!" he added.

"Don't sweat it man! It's no problem, really" I continued to reassure him. "Besides, it's can get pretty boring around here, it'll be nice to have someone to hang with".

-----CHAPTER 2, CATCHING UP-----------------------

About a week has gone by since he showed up. Most days he went back and forth between here and his parents house to get his things, and in all that time he still wouldn't say the reason they kicked him out, and every time I drove him there his parents would give him glares of hatred towards him while he collected his things, it made my stomach sick and it took everything I had to not yell my head off at them for disowning their own son.

As he collected his stuff from his parents house he piled the boxes up in his room, strangely he never let me ever actually see what was in them. As he set up his stuff he kept on coming up with reasons why I couldn't be in there, like there was something he didn't want me to see.

It was finally Sunday, the only day off I got this week. Like every other day off I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing. But now I was hoping I could spend today to catch up with Alex, we used to be the best of friends throughout grade school and I really longed for that kind of friendship again.

I walked up to his door, it was shut and probably locked like usually, I don't even think I got to see it since he got all of his things in there.

"Hey Al, you want to play some Smash like old times?" I asked as I knocked, that game used to be our favorite back in the day.

"I told you not to call me that!" He whined. I knew he hated being called that, for some reason he disliked that name, knowing this I would always call him that to mess with him.

"Well would it be better if I called you Alexis then?" I teased, that was another name I use to tease him with, the name almost seemed to suit him. As long as I could remember he was reserved and quiet, he always had a bit of an androgynous look to him and was teased constantly for it. When others were playing sports he was quietly drawing, when others were out causing trouble like teenage boys do, he was usually at home cleaning or cooking. But even though I would tease him by calling him that, he never really argued against it, I figured he just learned to accept it as just teasing.

He was silent for a short moment before replying. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute". I figured I might as well get the game started while he finishes whatever he was doing.

It wasn't long after I got the game started that he finally decided to come out. He was wearing knee length skin tight black shorts and a white loose tank top, and I also couldn't help but notice his legs and arms were shaved. I know I shouldn't question how another man grooms himself, but I couldn't help but wonder why, considering it only added to his androgynous image.

He sat down next to me, close enough that his arm occasionally grazed mine, his skin was as silky and soft as it was milky pale. He grabbed a controller and when began playing. We played round after round, he would win some, I'd win some, though I hated to admit it he probably won more than me.

We played for well over an hour before switching to another game, even then it was virtually the same, him winning some, me winning a few. For hours we played, switching to game to game, and even though I hardly could win at anything I was still happy I could actually play with someone instead of alone, like I normally would.

As we played we seemed to lose track of time. It wasn't late before too long. It was about 8pm when our stomachs finally seemed to catch up with us. Hunger struck both of us like a bullet train, we could both hear each others stomachs, we agreed to take a break to eat something.

"Would you like a sandwich?" Alex asked, I being a little surprised by his offer. "Sure, but you don't have to make me food" I assured him, but he insisted. "It's okay, it's no hassle to me, besides, I have to make myself useful in some way" he explained, I still didn't know how I felt about it, but I decided to just accept his offer, besides, a sandwich sounded like heaven right now.

With his back to me as he headed to the kitchen, my eyes couldn't help but gaze back at his shaved legs. I always knew he was slender, but seeing his legs shaved made me realize just how feminine they really were. His legs were sleek and curved like a girls, they looked smooth and pale like the rest of him. Without thinking my eyes moved upward, stopping at his bottom. His tight shorts fitted to the luscious curves of his ass, arguably his most feminine feature. After staring like a horny school boy the realization that I was checking out my male friend struck me, immediately feeling guilty and ashamed I adverted my eyes. A bit of fear ran through me, I worried I might be gay. I tired to dismiss the thought, thinking of it just as harmless looking and observations.

He returned not long later holding a plate adorned with a large delicious looking sandwich and a pile of chips, he held a beer in his hand. He set the food down in front of me on the coffee table and gave me a warm smile. He returned to the kitchen to fetch his food, the same as mine.

I decided to put a movie on, give us something to watch while we ate. Since we were both guys I thought an action movie would be fine. I put in into the DVD player and started it, I sat back on the couch next to Alex.

It wasn't that far into the movie that we finished our food and our beers as well. I got us both another beer shortly after. By the time the movie was half finished we both had three each.

As the movie was closing to the end Alex was getting drowsy, his eyes fighting to stay open. It wasn't long before he lost the fight and fell asleep, he curled up on his spot, occasionally moving around to get comfortable. It seemed he moved closer and closer to me with each sleeping movement.

Without much warning he leaned over, pressing all of himself up against me. His head rested on my shoulder. He was soundly asleep, releasing soft sighs with each exhale. I questioned myself whether I should move him or not.

Once again I felt his skin on mine, this time it was much more than just an occasional grazing, his entire arm rested on mine. With his hair inches away from my face I could smell it's entire aroma, it was feminine and fresh, it smelled like he must use woman's shampoo.

As the movie came to an end he stayed like this, I started to ask myself why didn't I move him yet? To be honest it didn't feel like another male was leaning against me, it felt like a cute girl was. Between his long shoulder length silky hair, smooth pale skin, and small frame covered in little clothing it wouldn't be hard to believe that this was a girl.

After years without someone to hold I think part of me wanted to indulge in the illusion, part of me wanted to just pretend that this was a girl cuddling against me, though a smaller part was yelling that this was Alex and I should stop and move him off of me. Despite my voice of reason telling me to stop my loneliness and curiosity got the better of me, I put my arm around his shoulder, holding him close against me. Of course I knew this was Alex, and I knew this would end after this, and frankly I don't think I'd want it to go further, but I just need this, even if it was just for a moment.

My arm seemed to start rubbing up and down his freckled arm almost as if on it's own, his skin was silky smooth as a baby's, no roughness or stubble to be found.

My arm quickly halted when he moaned softly, not wanting to be caught like this if he woke up I carefully and slowly stood up, holding him in place. I set him down softly so he could lay against the soft couch.

Leaving him sleeping on the couch I hurried to my room, uncertain thoughts racing through my head. As I lie on my bed odd emotions and thoughts circulate through my head. The little contact I just had felt so wonderful and taboo at the same time. Even though I just rubbed my hand up and down his shoulder I felt guilty. Alex is my friend, my guy friend, so how could I have done that? Was I gay? I never found another boy attractive before, nor did I ever imagine me ever being with one.

As I had these thoughts my mind somehow found it's way of thinking of his body. I always knew he didn't have a manly physique, in fact far from it. But I never once did I ever consider him having a feminine one, but looking back I realize all he would need to really pass as a girl would be breasts.

His frame was small and delicate, his hair was long and soft, his round curvy, bubbly bottom, his skin smooth and pale as a babies. I guess it didn't help he his cheeks and shoulders were covered in freckles, which I happen to find very attractive in a girl. All in all he would be my perfect ideal girl if he was one.

The image my mind kept on going back to was his slender smooth legs that protruded from his feminine ass. His legs and ass were definitely his most feminine feature, his bottom bubbly and had all the curves that any real girl would kill for.

I couldn't help but image rubbing up and down his long sleek legs, up and down, feeling the smooth creaminess that haunted my thoughts. As I had this taboo fantasy I seemed to slip from reality, it was as if I was actually there rubbing his legs.

My thoughts got more daring as I planted soft kisses up and down his legs, I swear I could almost hear his soft feminine moans. I could feel my mind succumbing to lust with each imaginary kiss, my mouth opened more and kisses became licks.

My mouth worked its way down his leg. I planted kisses on his ankle, making my way down to his soft feminine foot. My hands started exploring his thighs, rubbing them gently. My hands found their way to his ass cheeks. They began massaging and caressing them as I planted kisses on his feminine feet.

My tongue slipped in between his slim wiggling toes, his continuous soft moans of ecstasy ran through my head.

Somewhere along the line I had forgotten who I was fantasizing. When it finally hit me who's feet and ass I was playing with in my mind I snapped back into reality, I felt disgusted with myself. Did I really just fantasize all that with my friend?

All that night I questioned my own sexuality. I didn't feel gay, I have never thought of another guy in that way before. I tried as hard as I could to get all those thoughts out of my head, I tried to promise myself I won't let myself think of Alex that way again.

--------CHAPTER 3, CONFESSION------------------

Three weeks had already gone by since he showed up at my door that cold night. He had now long collected all of his things. I wish I could say how the room looked, but he never let me in. So many times I wanted to play the owner of the house card to let myself in, but I decided to respect his privacy.

This day started out fairly well, when I arrived at work I was informed the schedule was made wrong and too many people showed up today, so I got the day off. I headed home quickly, anticipating my relaxing afternoon.