Friends and Love - Ch. 01

"You know that time she told me I wasn't as adventurous as she would like?" I nodded at his question, "Well it seems I should have paid more attention because it was truly an issue for her."

I knew what he was talking about since he told me pretty much everything about his relationship. Just before summer break she had sort of hinted at him being a little too boring and not wanting to try new things. It was said as something casual so neither of us thought it was a big deal, though Jack had tried to arrange some new activities for their dates over the summer, as he had told me.

"I guess I really should have known it'd be an issue since it was the fact that she was so much more open than me that had first attracted me to her but, I just thought it had been something similar for her," Jack said as his eyes looked away, remembering.

"Yeah but you did try," I tried to assure him quickly, "You went with her on her climbing trips and even accompanied her on that road trip she invited you to." He'd try to accommodate some of her hobbies, I just couldn't see where things had gone wrong.

"Yes, and she said she really appreciated that but apparently that's not what she meant," I raised an eyebrow not understanding, "She said she had big expectations from college life and that she wanted to try all these different things with me but felt I was dragging her down."

Late realization hit me then, "She didn't want you to enjoy the same hobbies as her..." Jack nodded and allowed me to continue, "She wanted you two to try new things together."

He wasn't openly sobbing but he was crying on my shoulder, clearly the breakup had hit him harder than I thought. I mean, they hadn't been together all that long, they only started dating back in January.

"Sorry Jack, I guess my advice wasn't any good after all," I genuinely felt bad about not being able to help him.

"That's okay, it wasn't your fault you know, that's on me," he said.

I knew that was a big insecurity for Jack, he was very self conscious about being so introverted and shy, he tried to change that about himself but he always had a hard time with it. Clearly that was one of his biggest issues about the way things had ended with Bonnie, so I tried not to mention it and turn it on Bonnie.

"That's not true, I think Bonnie is the one to blame here. I mean she should have talked to you about it if it was bothering her, not just bring it up as an excuse to tell you she wanted to break up."

"Well, it was actually a bit more complicated than that," I could see in his face that he was ashamed of what he was going to say.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The breaking up part, technically it was me who broke up with her," he stated.

Now I was really confused. Had he broken up with her out of insecurity and was now regretting it?

"We had been seeing each other during the first days of classes but yesterday she just suddenly told me she was busy because she had to work on an assignment or something. I figured she was just tired and even if she did have homework then maybe she'd appreciate the help. I decided to go over to her dorm unannounced, you know, trying to be spontaneous." He made a brief stop, perhaps trying to figure out how to continue.

I gasped audibly, I was pretty sure I knew where this was going.

"When I opened her door I found her naked in bed with another girl, a freshman from the same town as us, they must have met over the summer. Anyways, the girl was asleep but Bonnie was obviously shocked to see me there. I immediately left because I just didn't know what to do. She tried to call after me but she probably didn't want to wake her friend because she kept her voice low and didn't even get out of her bed."

"I'm so sorry," I felt genuinely bad for him but wasn't sure yet what else to say.

"Thanks. So I didn't leave my room after that but she caught me earlier today after one of my classes and tried to apologize. That's when I broke up with her. She said it was a one time thing and maybe she was being honest but I didn't want to hear that. That's when she said she had always questioned her sexuality and thought she'd get to experiment in college and how she wanted to do all these different things and felt like I was dragging her down," I could tell by the way he spoke that he wasn't all that fazed about Bonnie, it was more about how things had gone down, "She even said she wished I would have been in bed with them yesterday but never brought it up because she was sure I'd refuse."

"Now that's just bullshit," I couldn't help but blurt out.

Jack actually smiled at that a little.

"I mean, she's just making up excuses for having cheated and I hope you aren't thinking about taking her back," he assured me he wasn't, "I just hope you know that it was never your fault, she is the one who cheated, it was all on her."

"I know, it's just that I'm afraid she was right about me being so closed to new experiences, you know I struggle with that."

"Yeah I know, but you shouldn't worry about that, I talk to you almost every day and I can tell you you are doing great," I meant what I was saying.

He just rested his head against my shoulder for a while and we both enjoyed each other's company in silence. After what must have been half an hour he finally broke the silence.

"So, how did you get away from Cole, I'm surprised he even let you out of his sight," he asked.

I sighed before answering, "I might have made him think he could serve me a drink, I guess I led him on a bit and eventually just sneaked off. Bruce was with me and he couldn't stop laughing."

"Wow, I'm surprised Bruce hadn't taken anyone back to his room already seeing as it was already late," Jack said with genuine surprise.

"Yeah I might have had something to do with that, kind of scared off his prey, this guy Martin from my econ class was flirting with him, until I showed up," I confessed a bit embarrassed.

"A blond guy?" he asked and I nodded, "I got a class with him as well, no surprise there, I always felt he was a little bi curious at least."

"What, so you're supposed to have a better gaydar than your three very gay roommates? I don't think so, how could you possibly have guessed," I teased a little trying to lighten the mood from the previous conversation.

"Trust me, if you had seen how he stared at our professor you would have suspected as well," he laughed, "So i'm guessing he must be on our friend's bed as we speak."

"Well the noise has died down out there already," I pointed out matter of factly, "people must be leaving already seeing as all four hosts are locked up in their rooms."

"So I take it that means Ryan is hooking up with Jason as well?" he inquired.

I was surprised he knew about that since he had been here all night.

"How do yo-" he cut me off.

"Bruce told me about their little encounter in the locker room, I think he called it 'the biggest fucking cock I've ever sucked', figured it'd be a matter of time before Ryan wanted to try him out."

I laughed at how well Jack knew our friends, "Well you are right, I didn't even know Jason was into guys but I saw them going into Ryan's room earlier, he must be getting his guts rearranged then."

"You didn't know Jason was gay?" he asked, mocking me.

"Shut up, are you going to tell me your gaydar told you about him too?" I shot back teasingly.

He didn't laugh but just answered, "Actually a friend of mine heard a rumor about Jason last semester, so I suspected. Though I must admit I actually thought he had a crush on you."

I was surprised by his statement but genuinely curious after learning Jason had been asking Bruce about me.

"Why do you say that?" I tried to sound neutral but I guess I failed.

"Huh, so I see it's mutual," he said teasingly.

"Shut up," I tried not to blush, "Just tell me."

"I just always had the feeling he looked at you too long when he hung out with us. You never pay attention to those things but I noticed," he confessed.

It had already crossed my mind earlier but now I was seriously thinking about it. Could it be that Jason, one of the hottest and most desired guys on campus, was actually into me? And what did that even mean? Did he just want to get in my pants or did he want something more? Maybe he was looking for a boyfriend. Maybe he wanted me to be his boyfriend.

Oh my god how was I even thinking that. Bill was my boyfriend. Sure he was an asshole but still, I had a boyfriend. All I had ever wanted was to find a handsome guy to fall in love with, my soulmate, to grow up together, get married and maybe even start a family someday. And Bill was already my boyfriend. He was the lottery ticket I had bought, I couldn't give up on that.

Or could I? Bill was pretty handsome but Jason was on another level. The guy was smoking hot. And according to my friends he had a huge cock, maybe I'm a slut for thinking about it but I was so horny because I hadn't had sex in two weeks. Bill was quite good in bed, he might not be as big as Jason but his thick cock had given me plenty of orgasms over the course of our

relationship.

Also size wasn't everything and Bill could actually be quite nice to me. When his friends weren't around and we were alone in either his or my room but still, that counts for something. Then again, Jason had always been nice to me, and I had heard he shared many of my interests, I'm sure having him around all the time would be enjoyable.

Of course, there was also the fact that Jason was currently in the process of fucking my best friend's brains out. As I'm thinking that, the noise outside has died down completely and I'm pretty sure I can hear someone screaming out in pleasure in the apartment. If I know anything about my best friend is that he can be loud when enjoying himself, and how could he not be enjoying himself with Jason in his bed.

I always do this, even in high school. Whenever I hooked up with a guy who was the littlest bit nice to me I immediately fell for them. It was like a reflex, I just wanted to get married and find my Prince Charming and I kept hoping every guy who stuck his tongue down my throat would be it. At least Bill had the decency to ask me out before.

And here I am, in college and still the same hopeless romantic. Obsessing over a guy just because I had heard a rumor that he had found me interesting enough to ask about me. I didn't even know for sure if he liked me, much less wanted to ask me out. Yet a thousand scenarios were already playing in my head, starring Jason.

"Scott!" Jack's voice brought me out of my daydream, "If you're done fantasizing about him you can tell me why you encouraged your best friend to fuck your crush."

Jack just knew me so well, "You know why."

"Bill is an idiot and he doesn't deserve your loyalty," Jack said as he got angry.

"He's my boyfriend Jack, I can't just jump into bed with a hot guy while I'm in a relationship, you should know that," I tried to soften my words because I didn't want to hurt him.

"I'm not suggesting you cheat on him. I mean, I don't think it would count either way since he has probably cheated on you already," I held back a response, "I'm always telling you you should dump his ass and find someone better, you deserve that much."

"I've told you before, I don't feel like starting all over again. Sure Bill and I aren't perfect but we've made it work so far and if I can hold on a few years longer then I can finally get what I want."

"I know you want to settle down and get married but doing that with the wrong guy will not give you the happiness you are looking for, it will only hurt you more," he said in a soothing voice.

"And how am I supposed to find the right guy? He was my childhood best friend, who could possibly be better?" I asked with a hint of desperation.

"I don't know, but you can only find out if you give yourself the chance to meet new people. You are young, hot, smart and funny. Any guy would be lucky to have you." He was looking straight into my eyes as he spoke.

Did he say I was hot? I'm sure I blushed every color of red upon hearing that.

"Thank you Jack," I was moved by his kind words and took his hand in mine and gave it a squeeze to show my appreciation, "And for what it's worth, Bonnie is missing out on a great guy. You are caring, gentle and also handsome, and not many guys can say that about themselves."

I meant what I said, sure Jack wasn't handsome in the same way Jason or Bruce were, but he was handsome nonetheless. And tonight, as his blue eyes looked at me and his messy black hair reflected the moonlight, I had no doubt he could make any girl happy.

I was taken away from my thoughts when I felt Jack's lips pressed firmly into my own. He was kissing me. I was so shocked at this that I didn't even respond. Jack was straight!

I kept my mouth shut tight and my lips still as he tried kissing me but I just couldn't react. He eventually realized I wasn't responding and he pulled away.

"I'm sorry Scott, I don't know what came over me," he was very clearly embarrassed and was trampling over his own words as he apologized.

"What was that Jack?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sorry I just-" he stammered, "I just felt like..."

"I thought you were straight," I tried to calm myself down, I didn't want him to feel guilty.

"I was," he caught himself quickly, "I am! But, I've been having these thoughts and with all that stuff about Bonnie and that girl and how I never take any risks I just thought."

This time it was me who kissed him.

The kiss was quite short but nice. His lips were actually a lot softer than I expected and we didn't open our mouths. As soon as I felt his tongue on the outside of my lips I pulled back.

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize to me, I just want to know what's going on," I tried to be cool for his sake, but gave him a look that demanded nothing but the truth.

"I guess I'm not sure I'm straight anymore," I had assumed as much, "I mean I still like girls, I think. But I guess I just recently started wondering whether I also liked guys now."

"And...?" I tried to encourage him to elaborate.

"I don't know yet. I started noticing some of the more effeminate guys, like Ryan, and I think I found them attractive, just not as much as I do girls. Then I started noticing some other guys, like, bigger and more masculine guys, and I've gotten hard just looking at them," I wondered what had sparked this in him, "And now I just felt I couldn't know for sure until I tried it."

"And what about me?" My curiosity got the better of me, "Do you find me attractive?"

He looked at me, and then stared at my lips for a few seconds. I could tell he wanted to kiss me and my dick grew harder in my pants.

"I do," he didn't truly hesitate this time, and he only grew bolder from there, "I think you are hot as hell, plus you are my best friend, so I thought it'd be safe to experiment with you."

I only heard the compliment he gave me and felt my heart beat faster.

"So you want to kiss me again?" I asked seductively as I looked straight at his lips.

His face moved closer to mine and only then did I realize how close we already were for he only moved a couple of inches and our lips were back together again. This third kiss was longer, he went straight to my lower lip as my hands found the back of his neck. When his tongue asked for entrance into my mouth I immediately allowed it. Sucking on it as he moaned into our kiss.

Our tongues battled for a while and I felt his hands going under my shirt, to explore my upper body. I was surprised by his boldness, but pleasantly so. I didn't notice how it happened but eventually my tongue was probing inside his mouth as he gave me full control of our kiss. I chose to welcome this role reversal by throwing my left leg over him and straddling Jack. Once on top of him, I felt the hard bulge in his pants against my thighs.

He broke our kiss but our faces were still close to each other. In fact, I could feel his hard breathing against my face, and we were so close that I could almost taste his breath in my mouth.

"What about Bill?" He said as he gave me small kisses.

"Fuck him, I'll break up with him tomorrow," I knew it was a shitty way of breaking up with someone but fuck it, I hadn't even heard from him in two weeks. He could wait a few hours to find out he was getting dumped.

When I went back to kissing Jack I pushed him onto his back and laid on top of him.

My tongue went straight into his warm mouth as I involuntarily began to slowly grind against him. I could feel his hard bulge against my own. The denim only increasing the friction between us. Eventually I felt his lips leave mine and an irritated moan escaped my mouth. I opened my eyes and was about to ask him if everything was alright but I saw him moving again towards my face.

As my lips readied for Jacks touch I was surprised to feel him kissing my neck. He began with slow sensual kisses but eventually transitioned into messier licks as he both kissed and sucked my flesh. I couldn't help but find him cute for the way he made out with me. He was definitely not the best kisser I had been with but he sure was enthusiastic.

With these thoughts in my mind of how cute Jack was, I began to get turned on by the idea of him worshiping me. At the moment, his tongue was tracing the underside of my neck and my arousal increased as I realized what he had said earlier was true. About him finding me hot.

My self esteem skyrocketed and I felt sexier than ever as I tilted my head back to allow him for easier access to the rest of my neck, which he eagerly licked as well. My eyes were still open and I got a view out the window, straight into the full moon that bathed the room with its silvery light.

When I closed my eyes I began to moan softly. One of my hands took a mind of its own and began to look for Jacks pants, a desire of being naked with my best friend overtaking me.

I thought about how Bill rarely made me feel as desired as I was feeling now with Jack. I think I made the right choice in kissing Jack back. Sure Bill and I had history, but so did Jack and I; if I was ever going to leave Bill for someone it was Jack.

I know just a few minutes earlier I had been adamant in my refusal to break up with my boyfriend. But it was just because I was scared of being alone afterwards. Now I had nothing to worry about, Jack and I were about to make love.

Once my daydream was over I realized my hand had already undone Jack's pants. I searched for Jack's lips with my own and gave him a long wet kiss. Once done, I began to slide down his body until my face was in front of his crotch. I could see the tent inside his superhero boxers reaching out from inside his jeans. Without a second thought I just pulled down his pants and boxers in one move, Jack swiftly lifted his ass off the bed to help me undress him.

The first word I could think of when I saw his dick was "pretty". And I don't mean that because it was small or anything like that. In fact, he was right above average, only a little smaller than myself.

No. What I mean by pretty is that it looked like a dick that you would maybe probably find in porn. Surely not the size, but, just the shape of it and how clean it looked without a bush on its base. I love dick and I never complained when sucking off Bill, but I always did it out of horniness and I guess love for him. But Jack's cock... I wanted to lick that like a goddamn lollipop.

And I did.

I first licked the head, getting my first taste of it. His scent took over, different from any I had experienced before in this position. It wasn't a manly scent, he smelled fresh and soapy, like he'd just come out of the shower. After a few licks of his head I trailed my tongue down his shaft, down to his balls. I was a bit desperate to really get the sucking going so I didn't do much to his ballsack. I just licked it and kissed it a bit. Then replaced my mouth with my left hand and used it to fondle his balls.