A Story About Four Straight Friends

[qvor_21]

I suspect mine is the minority opinions but I find it refreshing that two men can talk like this without it leading to sex between them. It shows that it's possible for us to converse with each other about our thoughts, needs, and desires without it meaning anything else. It's difficult to have these candid conversations as it is and when these types of stories all to often lead to them messing around with each other it will only reinforce the notion that men can't talk about these issues without the belief that if we do, it means there is an ulterior or deeper meaning to those conversations.

I also agree with the thoughts you have expressed. But I think we must not forget the context of the situation. This should be an erotic story, so I think it is perfectly normal and natural for all of us to expect the climax, which is part of every story, including the erotic one. It is clear to everyone that the climax in question will be when Dylan and Samuel are together.

If it was a novel outside the genre of erotic stories, it would be a very good idea for the two boys to be very close and to be one breath away from kissing and having sex together. Only the idea of a homoerotic connection between the main characters could creep in. But given that this is an erotic story there should be a sex scene, which will certainly be very hot and passionate, between Dylan and Samuel, the question is just when?

 

[Hopeanutbutter]

Excited to see whats next

 

[Raphael2000]

I also agree with the thoughts you have expressed. But I think we must not forget the context of the situation. This should be an erotic story, so I think it is perfectly normal and natural for all of us to expect the climax, which is part of every story, including the erotic one. It is clear to everyone that the climax in question will be when Dylan and Samuel are together.

If it was a novel outside the genre of erotic stories, it would be a very good idea for the two boys to be very close and to be one breath away from kissing and having sex together. Only the idea of a homoerotic connection between the main characters could creep in. But given that this is an erotic story there should be a sex scene, which will certainly be very hot and passionate, between Dylan and Samuel, the question is just when?

I just recalled that the story doesnt actually specify it being 'homoerotic'.. The title clearly says four straight friends..... Maybe we're all just being mislead by our fantasies? (although I do think I agree with you) This story is not as easy and superficial as it seems to me

 

[snead]

I just recalled that the story doesnt actually specify it being 'homoerotic'.. The title clearly says four straight friends..... Maybe we're all just being mislead by our fantasies? (although I do think I agree with you) This story is not as easy and superficial as it seems to me

How about an mfm with incidental touching. That gives the erotica, provides Dylan a chance to grow and open up, and preserves a dude friendship. Again, I suspect I am the minority opinion here...

 

[Hopeanutbutter]

Hmm hopefully a new chapter soon

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

'Yo, mate. Grab a drink some time?' Dylan only had to wait a few minutes before he got a text back. 'Why?' Leo had sent. It was their first contact since their argument. Dylan had thought about how to reply. He wanted to make up for their fight, but could not find any words to do it. 'It'll be fun', he had replied an hour ago. There was not yet a reply back from Leo and Dylan started to worry. He grabbed his phone and sent another message: 'C'mon, you never skip a drink'. Dylan was at the gym, looking at his phone in between some leg presses. He liked to wear himself out completely on moments like this in order to empty his mind and start from scratch. He had to admit Samuel was partially right, although he would not say it to him. The fight with Leo was quite useless and the current absence of contact was pointless. He just wanted it to return to normal again. Dylan did two more sets and switched to the chest press. During his second set, he felt his phone vibrating. He quickly interrupted the reps and took his phone, but it was false alarm. He continued to finish the sets and decided he was done for today. He grabbed his towel and went to the changing room.

When he entered the space, it was packed with people. They were laughing and cheering to each other. From looking at the only two guys who were still wearing a shirt, Dylan could see it was the football team. Dylan navigated through the naked or barely naked bodies to his clothes. He removed his shirt and sat down on the bench to take off his shoes. During the untying of his shoelaces, he gazed around the changing room. The naked guys were jumping around happily with a trophy in their hands. Dylan smiled as they sang their team song. Suddenly, Dylan recognised an unexpected person through the blend of skins: Leo. Dylan looked at him to see whether he was there to find Dylan, but it seemed to be merely a coincidence. Dylan took off his shoes and went around the group of football players to the other side of the changing room. Leo had apparently just arrived, since he was right in the middle of undressing and grabbing his gym clothes. As usual, he was wearing boxers with funny figures on it. Dylan stood next to him and raised his voice: "Yo, mate". Leo looked up surprised and replied without his characteristic smile: "Hey". "What are you doing here?" "Going to the gym of course." "Obviously. I meant on Monday, you never go on Mondays." "Change of routine I guess. Isabel could only meet up on Tuesdays, so I switched it around for now." "Ah, great." Dylan was not prepared for this conversation and he wondered why he had even approached Leo immediately. Leo just continued to grab his clothes and shoes out of the gym bag with Dylan standing silently next to him. After a few seconds, Dylan tried again. "I sent you a text, did you see it?" "Yea." "Why didn't you answer?" "A drink isn't going to solve our problems, Dylan." "Just thought it would be fun, alright?" Leo paused and looked at Dylan. "It'll be fun again once you apologise. This time I'm not allowing you to come away with it that easily." Dylan smiled. "Ah, c'mon. We'll just have some drinks at the Black Lion. You love that place." Leo did not laugh along. "Dylan, I'll explain it one more time. You hurt me. And you need to apologise for it. That's how this works. You can't talk your way around it."

Leo looked different than normal. His playful attitude was completely replaced by a sincere undertone. In this moment Dylan realised Leo was no longer their little, innocent brother, but a grown-up with thoughts that should be taken seriously. "Right, sure. I apologise." "For what?" "For jumping your throat. I was just angry." "Why?" Dylan felt not at ease. He moved his body weight from one leg to the other and replied without looking at Leo. "Just.. You were asking all these questions. Didn't you see I wanted to be alone?" "Dylan, don't turn this on me. Why were you angry?" Dylan hesitated. He looked around the changing room and felt uncomfortable between the cheering guys. "Can't we do this somewhere else?" "Sure." Leo quickly changed into sport clothes and they went to the hallway.

After they found a good spot, Leo looked awaitingly at him. Dylan scratched his hair. "So.. What now?", he asked. "Why were you angry?" "I just told you, innit?" "No. You were already angry in the first place. Why?" "I just.. I wasn't angry." "Dylan, don't lie to me. Something happened." Dylan dithered. "I saw some girl, she made me mad." "Why?" "It's a long story. Can't we just move on? I already apologised." A frustrated crack underlied Leo's voice when he replied. "Dylan. Do you even know how I feel?" "Eh.. Mad, right? 'Cause I yelled at you." "No." "I don't know. Sad? You should've been angry at me though." "No, I feel worthless." Dylan frowned. "That's bullshit, mate." "You didn't trust me enough to talk about what happened. That already hurt, since I am one of your best mates, but that's fine in itself. Maybe I should've given you some space in the moment, sorry for that. But then you yelled at me and called me all of those things like I was nothing. You tossed me around like I didn't matter to you." Dylan had no idea how to react. "Of course I yelled at you. You should've just given me space, mate. I already told you twice and you still continued." Leo hesitated and a small fracture appeared in his sincere expression. "Sorry.. I just wanted to help. I could not just stand..", he replied, but Dylan immediately reacted out of frustration: "You know I don't like to talk, but you continued pressing me anyway. So it's kind of your own fault I got mad". Leo looked at him with his lips pressed together, but then he shook his head. "No, sorry Dylan, I am not going to apologise for it. You should not have reacted like you did." "Why not? You put pressure on me." "Dylan, this is exactly what I meant. You're doing it again. You're making me feel bad about myself, which makes me feel worthless. You're manipulating me, instead of looking at your own mistakes." For some reason these words were able to affect Dylan greatly. He looked at Leo, who genuinely seemed angry, a sight Dylan had never seen before. "Sorry, I didn't mean it," Dylan said honestly. Leo already seemed to regret lashing out to him and put a hand on Dylan's shoulder. "I know this is difficult for you, but you need to change your attitude in order to stay friends with people." "I just.. I don't know." "Do you want to tell me what happened that made you so mad?" "I don't know", Dylan repeated. Leo just looked at him in patience, so Dylan had to form a second reply with other words. "I.. She made me mad." "Who is she?" "Some girl, I don't know her name. She was talking about me behind my back." "Since when do you care what people say about you?" "I don't, but she.. There's this other girl. Frankly, she's driving me insane." "Who is she?" Dylan hesitated, but continued. "Sofia. You've met her at the beach. You know, when we went skinny dipping." "Yea, I remember her. Are you still in contact with her?" "Yea.. No, not really actually." "What happened?" Finally, Dylan was able to tell Leo all that happened, even though the story was incoherent and with a lot of loose ends. Leo often redirected him to return to the main thread of the story, but Dylan managed to convey more or less what he thought. "I think I fancy her a little", he concluded. Leo smiled and his eyes lit up. "Well. Just go for it then. There's no need to hold yourself back." "She doesn't want me though." "You don't know that." "She literally told me, mate." "Have you shown her who you really are?" "I don't know." "Just start with that."

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

Dylan was walking home from the library. He had attempted to study all day, but his mind was mainly occupied with the conversation with Leo. He wanted to call Sofia, but did not know how to show her who he really was as Leo had suggested. He had no idea what Leo meant by it or how he should act upon it. He did not even know himself what he ought to be. Nonetheless, he wanted to let her know how he felt and that he had been thinking about her for the last couple of weeks. The last time he had called her was about three weeks ago, so he assumed it would be a good time to try again.

Dylan had been looking at his phone for a while already. He kept switching between her profile picture and her number, and had unintentionally memorised all digits by now. His finger hovered over the call button and after a deep breath he pressed it. It took a few tones before Dylan heard her voice. He felt light in his stomach and his hands began to sweat. "Hey, Sofia here. Who's this?" Even though Dylan had expected this, it bothered him she had still not saved his number. "Hey Sofia, it's Dylan." "Why are you calling?" Dylan suddenly realised he had not prepared the call at all, even though he had been thinking about it for the entire day. "Eh.. I was just wondering how you were doing." At this moment Dylan wished he had never called her. All of a sudden it seemed so desperate to get in touch with a girl out of nowhere after three weeks. "Fine, why?", Sofia responded curtly. "That's good. How was your date?" He tensioned his fist. Why did he have to bring up that other guy immediately? "Really well. Are you still planning on joining?" "Hell no. I would never want that. I mean with him. I'm not gay", he said rapidly, "Are you still dating him?". "Yea. Why?" Dylan swallowed. He again had no idea what to say. "Just.. I was just curious." "Why are you calling, Dylan?" His mind could not make sense of this very simple question. He had no idea why the hell he had decided to call her. What did he expect? That she would all of a sudden return to him? They only met twice. He began to stammer: "I was just walking home. I don't know.. You popped in my mind and.. I just had to call. I noticed it was a while back already last time we spoke. I was hoping you would be available for a date." The last sentence came out so fast that he only became aware of what he had said afterwards. He doubted Sofia had understood it, but she replied with a grin: "Dylan, I'm dating someone else, remember?" "So? I mean.. That's fine. But I thought it would be fun." "It might be, but I'm not gonna date two guys at the same time." "Why not?" "Because.. I'd like to have my full attention on one person." "I could give you my full attention." He had no idea what he was trying to accomplish. He could hit himself for saying such childish responses. "I doubt you can, Dylan. Is there anything else or can I hang up?" "Who is he?" He closed his eyes. He did not know why he wanted to know it so desperately, but the thought of her being with someone was aggravating. "Jacob. You don't know him. He's from my swimming association. Is that all?" "I guess." "Bye, Dylan." "See you."

He doubted the last two words were applicable. He fucked it up. He closed his eyes and leaned against the brick wall next to him. Why did he had to call her? He started to breath heavily. He tried to concentrate on something else, but could not reach another thought in the mental maze pressing against his forehead. An angry feeling arose in his chest. He was angry at himself, but also at Samuel and Leo who had urged him to pursue his desires. In hindsight, he should have known Sofia would never be interested in him. Why would she ever be? He hit the brick wall a couple of times with his fist until the physical pain overtook the mental anxiety, after which he walked directly home.

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

'Hey, love. What are you doing today?' 'Hey. Some studying and meeting up with friends, wbu?' 'I've finished my studying for today, so I'm gonna spend my time in the swimming pool', Dylan replied. 'Sounds nice. Are you part of a team?' 'Haha I ain't a professional. I just train by myself.' 'Still a nice sport!' 'So, what brought you here?' It took less than a minute before she replied again: 'Boredom mainly.' 'Haha I feel you. What else?', Dylan asked. 'Just curious. I heard a lot of stories about Tinder, so I thought why not try it myself.' 'It's also my first real time on Tinder. Apart from you, the people on here are quite.. disappointing.' 'Yes.. Good thing we found each other.'

It was a few days after he had called Sofia and Dylan had decided with himself to give up on dating girls. They do more harm than good. He had been trying to avoid his friends and Samuel as much as possible by focusing on studies and sports. During the morning, he would study, after which he would go to the gym in the afternoon. To create some variety, he had been going to the swimming pool and high intensity interval training lessons as well. In the evening, he would be either in his room or with some girl he had met online. Until now, Dylan could patiently occupy himself with these things during the day, but today he needed a distraction from his thoughts and had opened Tinder already in the afternoon. He had been swiping mindlessly, accepting any decently looking girls. Unlike horror stories he heard from other guys, girls were actually also interested in him. Texting with them went quite effortlessly and Dylan chatted with most girls until he lost interest.

This new girl was called Monica. As far as her pictures were trustworthy, she had a really pretty face with long, black hair. Her profile contained one picture on which her body was shown. She was wearing a short dress with a beautiful waist line. She apprently studied at the same university, but Dylan had never seen her before. Unlike other conversations, this one lasted quite long and Dylan actually enjoyed talking to her. He did not care about arranging an actual date with her as he mainly wanted to get laid again, but why not enjoy the process in the meantime.

Dylan had been teasing Monica with some stereotypical jokes about her girly appearance to which she had replied with similar banter about his sportive looks. 'Aren't you supposed to go to your friends today or something?', he asked after she had been texting him almost non-stop. 'I guess they have abandoned me..' 'Oh poor thing.. Do you need me as company instead? I could come over.' 'I was kidding. We'll only meet up after diner, but thanks for the offer Dylan.' 'Bloody hell. Don't give me false hope. I was already looking forward to it.' 'How so?' Dylan grinned behind his phone. Whenever girls were into him, they would always ask these types of open, leading questions to provoke a reaction. He thought a minute about how to respond and concluded he would try out a blunt approach on Monica. 'Frankly, I'd fuck your brains out.' It took another minute before she responded again: 'How adorable. You sound like a horny teenager though. Does your mom know you're on Tinder?' Dylan smiled. He already had a feeling Monica could handle this type of banter. He decided to just go with it and continue on her joke: 'Ouch.. You're seeing right through me. I gotta say, I just discovered what sex is and it's amazing.' 'I bet. Did you discover it on porn sites?' 'Yes, why? Do you recommend any?' 'I heard two girls one cup is a hit.' Dylan laughed behind his phone and quickly replied: 'Piss off.. Were you really gonna traumatise a poor boy?' 'They need to learn to stop thinking with their cocks', was her immediate response. 'I can't help you look so fit. It's kind of your own fault he gets excited.' 'You're a tithead.' 'What? For being honest?' 'You should know by now girls don't like honesty. They prefer being flattered in a romantic way.' I just told you you were fit, innit?' Dylan eagerly awaited her response. He enjoyed this conversation a lot. After a minute, Monica replied: 'You have the romantic capabilities of a teenager as well'. 'I never said I was good at being romantic. I'm good in bed though.' 'I bet. You must be proper at pleasing yourself.' Dylan grinned. 'You're just curious, innit?' 'You wish. I'm going to see my friends now. See you, Dylan.' 'Bye, love.' Dylan threw his phone on bed with a big smile on his face. He thoroughly enjoyed talking to Monica, even though it was only texting. It was the first time he had completely forgotten about Sofia. He put his swimming trunks and towel in a gym bag and swung it on his back. When he walked passed Samuel sitting on the couch, he rubbed his knuckles through his curly hair. Samuel looked up surprised and replied with his heavy accent: "Dyl, since when are you in such a good mood?" "No reason. I'm going swimming. See you tonight!"

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

Floating in the blue water felt liberating. It seemed to wash away all feelings of anger and guilt. Dylan made his final few laps in freestyle stroke on top speed before heading to the changing rooms. He was still dripping wet and exhausted when he entered the room. The only other people present was a group of three guys who had just finished swimming as well. He recognised one of them vaguely from university.

Dylan sat down on one of the benches to rest a bit while the others were already heading towards the showers. Thoughtlessly he followed their conversation while looking through his phone. "I actually did find someone last night: Lucy. You know her, right Brandon?", said the guy whose face seemed familiar. "She's ugly, innit? She was banging Thomas a while ago, no?" "The hell she is! She's freaking gorgeous." "If you say so. What happened?" "We both got drunk and I just asked her to come home with me. Of course she immediately accepted the offer, because well.. Who wouldn't. Look at me. So we went home on my bike which was almost broken. She sat on the rear rack, but it was shaking too much so she had to vomit halfway our journey, but after that she was all good to go." The third guy replied with a deep voice: "Mate, how bad is her taste when she chooses a guy with zero humour and a broken bike". Dylan immediately appreciated this guy. He looked up to see who it was. He was a handsome, blonde man, obviously part of the swimming team. His triangular body towered above the other two. He had a physique that pronounced swimming with broad shoulders and defined abs. His slender waist was linked to a pair of long legs on which he stood firmly. Dylan could not help to gaze over his crotch area, noticing he was well-endowed. "You can laugh all you want, but she texted me this afternoon for a second date." "I think she just desperately wants to vomit again." The other guy, Brandon, started laughing. "Was she good in bed though?" "Can't exactly remember to be fair, but I remember having fun, so I guess so?" "Just try her another time and see if you're still interested. I heard she was rubbish." "Why are you ruining it for me?"

They halted their shower and dried themselves off. The blonde guy had hung his stuff close to Dylan's and stood next to him to grab his clothes. From the corner of his eye, Dylan could see his manhood dangling next to him. Brandon turned to the blonde guy. "What's up with you and your girl actually? Still going?" The blonde guy turned around and made a few steps towards the middle while drying off his hair. Dylan looked up at his back, where large lats defined the sides of his spine. Above his muscled ass were two dimples on his lower back. "Mate, I've been visiting her almost every day. I can't get enough of her." "How cute. Are you in love?" "Fuck off. I meant I can't get enough of her in bed. She's freaky as hell in the sheets." "Oohlala, what does she do?", Brandon asked. "I mean, what not? She literally does anything. She's fucking great at giving head. I'm telling you, she can deepthroat all of it." The blonde guy walked back to the bench and started to put on clothing. "Even I could deepthroat your two centimeters, mate", Brandon replied jokingly. The blonde guy ignored his comment and continued his praise. Dylan was unsure whether he was bragging or being completely honest, but he guessed the latter. "For real. I've never had someone like her. I've done positions that I didn't even know existed. She's fucking insane. My roommates complained a few times already, but I literally don't care." Brandon grinned to himself. "Seems like she has you on a leash. Does she tell you what to do?" "Sometimes," the blonde guy replied honestly without any sense of shame. He grinned when a thought just popped up in his head. "Mate, this is hilarious. We were at my folks and she.." "Hold on. Did she meet your parents already?" "Yea, but it was coincidental. I didn't know they were home that day. Just listen up. So we were watching the tellie together with my folks and we were laying underneath a blanket, you know, next to each other. We were watching some bad romcom, only occasionally talking to each other. All of a sudden I feel her hand in my pants and she started to feel my dick, right next to my folks!" "You're kidding." "Hell no, I swear it. She's fucking insane," he said with a big grin on his face. The other guys eagerly wanted to hear the rest of the story and so did Dylan. He always fancied those types of girls. "So? I reckon you stopped her?" "I tried, but how could I? I held her wrist underneath the blanket, but she kept insisting. I couldn't stop her without my folks noticing anything weird." "Did she actually jerk you off?" "I swear it. She did. Quite slowly, but firmly you know. It was terrifying." "Your folks must have seen something, right?" "I don't think so. At least I fucking don't hope so. I was laying behind her, you know. So my crotch was quite far underneath the blanket." "What happened?" "She just continued for quite a while. It was fucking embarrassing, but kind of hot, I gotta admit." "Did you cum?" "Hell no, luckily not. I think I wouldn't be able to come with my folks next to me even if I wanted to. When my parents went to bed, I tossed the blanket off her and fucked her on the couch." "That's fucking mental." The three guys were all dressed and grabbed their bags. "I know right. Can't wait to see her again tonight." "How come Jacob always manages to find the freaky girls?", Brandon said to the other guy as they walked out.

 

[qvor_21]

Interesting transitions and additions to the plot, but I still miss Dylan and Samuel from the main line. Dude, you're good at writing, we want ours, it's high time something happened between them ... It's time ...

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

There it was. It finally went well and Dylan had forgotten to think about Sofia, but this encounter shattered his careful optimism into pieces. Sharp pieces that intruded every corner of his mind, settled there and expanded. The headache that came up overtook Dylan and he needed to stay seated. He closed his eyes, but felt them racing behind his eyelids. He pressed them together, but this did not get rid off the image in his head either. He remembered Sofia's words about Jacob of the swimming team and it hurt him even more now that these words were coupled with an image of him. His mind projected how Jacob and Sofia were having sex, how she would give him all she got, and how he would accept it with his arrogant smile. Dylan saw Jacob's body with all its muscles pressed against Sofia's tender posture. Her bright blue eyes would wait eagerly for Jacob's attention, and not Dylan's. He heard Sofia's giggles and her teasing voice, and imagined how she would seduce Jacob, just like she had seduced Dylan.

Dylan opened his eyes again when he heard a noise. He looked around and saw someone had entered the room. Instead of packing his stuff, Dylan went back to the swimming pool and dived in. He swam across the entire pool as fast as he could with his breath held in, where he turned around and pushed himself off the wall for another lap. He swam as far as he could until he was completely out of air. He inhaled deeply and swam further. This continued in a similar pattern for as many laps as he could. When he felt he almost had to vomit, he held himself up at one of the diving boards. He breathed heavily and felt sweaty even though he was surrounded by water. When he felt his heart pace lowering, he again pushed himself off of the wall for another few laps. The water no longer felt liberating, it was only a fake, heavy escape from reality.

Dylan did not know what to do, so when he left the swimming pool, he just walked through the city without focusing on his surroundings. He bought a pack of cigarettes at a small supermarket and smoked a couple in sequence on his way home. He was hoping Samuel and Corey were not home and luckily he was right. He entered his room and threw his bag against the wall. He kicked against a cupboard, which fell down with all its contents clattering on the ground. He kicked another time out of frustration and stepped over it. He fell down on bed with his clothes still on and smoked another cigarette. He grabbed his phone to watch some random videos. The entire evening he occupied himself with watching videos, playing stupid games and ignoring messages. Late at night, he finally felt tired enough to go to sleep. Dylan closed his eyes and drifted away to an accumulation of thoughts concerning Sofia and Jacob.

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

The morning sun traveled through the blinds and hit his eyes directly. Dylan groaned and stood up from bed to close the blinds. He noticed he was still fully clothed and then remembered what had occurred the day before. That perfect Jacob who had taken Sofia away right in front of him. He fell down on bed again and pulled the blanket on top of him. He knew he would not be able to sleep anymore, yet closed his eyes anyway. He laid on bed for quite some time, until he heard his room door open. He rolled over to see who it was and rolled back when he saw it was Corey. "What?", he said brusquely. "Sorry, I didn't know you were still asleep", said Corey's annoying voice, "But you didn't clean the kitchen yesterday and it's fucking disgusting. Could you clean it?". "Fuck off," was his only response. He waited for the sound of a closed door, but rolled over again when it did not come. Corey still stood on the threshold, unsure about what to say. Not this again. "What? Just close the door, alright?" "Dylan, you really need to help out with chores as well. It's also your house and I..." "Fucking wanker. Just fuck off, alright? Are you deaf?" "I.. The kitchen is a mess and..", Corey stammered. "Just fucking clean it yourself when you're bothered by it. Ain't that difficult, innit?" "But you need to.." Dylan sat up straight in bed and looked furiously at Corey, who flinched. "Fucking leave my room and close the door, alright? I'm sick of your whining." Corey hesitated, but then did as Dylan said and left the room like a dog with its tail between his legs. Dylan fell down on bed, but was too frustrated to become tired again.

A couple of minutes passed, until the room door opened again. Dylan was ready to shout, but right before he opened his mouth, he heard Samuel's voice. "Hey, man. Why are you still in bed? It's half past one already. Have you been out?" Dylan wished Samuel would just leave, but he could not get mad at him. However, he did not want to talk about what happened either. "No, just tired", was his only response. "Really? Normally you're up and training already. Did you do your morning workout session already?" "No." Dylan heard Samuel walking around the bed and then the Spanish model entered his sight. He looked at Dylan with a smiling face. "Why are you still wearing clothes? Did you sleep like this as well?" "None of your business", Dylan responded, but regretted it immediately. Samuel frowned, but kept smiling. "Man, what happened to you? Eres dramático. It's time to get up, Dyl." Dylan just groaned and lowered his eyes. Suddenly, Samuel pulled away the blanket. "Fuck off", was Dylan's response. He looked up, right before he saw Samuel jump on his bed. He bounced around while laughing, to Dylan's great irritations. Dylan decided he was done with it and grabbed Samuel's legs after which he fell down on bed. He looked at Dylan with a big grin on his face. "Oops. It seems you're awake now." Dylan resisted a faint smile and rolled over to try and ignore him, but Samuel immediately jumped on top of him. His curly hairs playfully hopped around in the air while he grabbed Dylan's shoulders and shook them around. "It's time to get up, Dyl. You need to work out!" "Just fucking leave it, alright?" "I'll leave if you promise to get up." "Sure", Dylan said after rolling his eyes. He waited until Samuel got away from his lap, which he did not. "So? Get off?" Samuel smiled. "Sorry, I lied." He continued to bounce around and shake Dylan's upper body. With two hands, he managed to push off Samuel who fell off the bed. After a second, Samuel stood up and grabbed Dylan's leg. He started pulling him off the bed and Dylan had nothing to hold onto, so he started kicking.

He looked up at Samuel's face, who was grinning the entire time. He was clearly struggling to grab onto Dylan's swinging legs. Finally he succeeded in pulling Dylan off bed. He fell down on the cold floor and gave up. Samuel was breathing heavily and looked proud about his victory. Dylan stood up, while Samuel encouraged him. "Time to get up, Dyl! You have to start working out. How are girls gonna love you when you never get that sixpack?" A blurred image of Jacob's body whizzed by. "It won't matter", he mumbled. Samuel frowned. "Why not? How did you get all those girls already?", he asked with a heavy Spanish accent. "I don't know." At this moment, he truly did not understand why girls would go for him. He was nothing. He heard Samuel sighing. "C'mon, man. Are you fishing for compliments or are you just playing the victim?" "Fuck off. Just let me through, alright?" Samuel gracefully moved aside and Dylan got a towel from the cupboard. He went to the bathroom and locked the door. When he looked into the mirror, he had to admit Samuel was partially right. He was probably being overly dramatic. Why did he let a girl influence him like this? It was a fucking waste of time to think about her and Jacob. He would not need her. He was better off on his own. Dylan shook his head and turned on the hot water. He undressed himself and took a long shower.

He dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist. When he left the bathroom, he felt renewed. All of his pessimistic thoughts were replaced by a careful feeling of confidence in which he was able to ignore all thoughts regarding Sofia. When he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, he noticed Samuel had already set the table. He did not want to show Samuel that he had been able to change his mind, but could not resist a faint smile either. Samuel observed him with his glowing eyes and gave him a cup of coffee. "Feeling better, Dyl?" Dylan shook his shoulders and sat down. "What are you going to do today?", Samuel asked enthusiastically. "Don't know, mate. You?" "Last week when I was walking through the centre, I saw a really cool vintage store. They had a very nice collection of clothes. It might sound kinda gay, but I'm really looking forward to shop some clothes. I don't have a lot right now anyway." "That's fine. We all need clothes anyway." "It seems you don't. You're naked half the time", Samuel said jokingly while pointing to Dylan's upper body. Dylan looked down. "No, I'm not? Only in the morning." "That's not true. Also in the afternoon or evening when you return from shopping. Or when any girl is around, you undress immediately", Samuel said and added cheekily: "Or when you masturbate in the shower". Dylan looked up and frowned. "Fuck off, mate." "Sorry, I was kidding." "As if you never do that." "Being naked? Sometimes." "No, wank one off." "Right. Not really to be honest. I used to, but then I did not really see the point in doing it, so I stopped." "The point? It just feels fucking good, innit?" "I prefer if someone else does it." "Well, you don't always have the luxury, innit? Sometimes you gotta help yourself, mate." Samuel shrug his shoulders. "You go ahead, I don't blame you." "So what do you do when you're fully loaded, but don't have anyone to unwind with?" "I just wait. I don't mind the waiting." "That's fucking stupid." Samuel shrug his shoulders another time. "If you say so."

They continued eating in silence, until Corey came from his room. Dylan could see he hesitated to enter the kitchen when he saw Dylan. He quickly grabbed a plate without saying anything. Samuel's eyes followed his movements. "Hey Corey, what's the matter? Are you alright?" Corey did not look back and only responded with a mumble. He took a knive and some food out of the refrigerator and went back to his room. Samuel looked worried at Dylan and whispered: "Did you see him? He looked very sad. It looked like he had cried. He had those red eyes". "Didn't notice." "Should I go and talk with him?" "I'm sure he's fine. He doesn't like to talk anyway." Samuel hesitated, but then continued to eat. "If you say so.." Dylan noticed Samuel's worrying expression and quickly changed topics. "Did you see Ashley lately?" "Eh.. Yes, I saw her a couple of times! But I think it's done." "Why?" "I don't know, really. I really like her, but we're both a bit too dreamy for each other, you know. Then we only make it worse, while I think we both want someone more down to earth." "But the sex was good, wasn't it?" "Yes, of course. You have experienced yourself, man." "So why would you quit it?" "I would feel guilty if I continued it just for having sex." "Well, when you both want it, there's no problem. She wants you as well, innit?" "That's true.. But sometimes it's not as simple as that, Dyl." "Sometimes there's no need to make it more complicated either."

 

[Raphael2000]

Interesting transitions and additions to the plot, but I still miss Dylan and Samuel from the main line. Dude, you're good at writing, we want ours, it's high time something happened between them ... It's time ...

To me it doesn't really feel like Dylan is ready for that yet. He's still quite struggling with so many things

 

[RubberDuck98]

To me it doesn't really feel like Dylan is ready for that yet. He's still quite struggling with so many things

Agree. Although it seems they are getting closer with each other. Samuel's quite able to affect his mood already, so he does have a big influence on him. I'm not sure if it's just friendship or more, but Dylan seems to be already sliiightly changing compared to the beginning of the story. Curious what will be next.

 

[Onryoki]

I really hope it turns gay at some point. The heterosexuality is far too much

 

[Hopeanutbutter]

I really hope it turns gay at some point. The heterosexuality is far too much

I like that it's taking time . We get to see them opening up more to each other

 

[Hopeanutbutter]

Bump

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

'Hey, love. How was it last night?' 'Great! Got a bit tipsy though. Can't handle too much booze.' 'You didn't do anything your Mom wouldn't be proud of, did you?' 'Haha maybe I did.' 'Did you shag a guy?' 'Yea, he was amazing.' Dylan knew she was only bluffing. 'I bet I can do it better.' 'Of course you can, Dylan. Too bad bodybuilders like you always have tiny peepees.' If only she knew, Dylan thought, but he played along with Monica's game. 'Ouch.. That one hurt. To be honest, I'm not feeling confident about it.' 'Oh sorry, I just meant it as a joke.' Dylan started to doubt whether she was still acting along or not. It was difficult to read someone's intentions through a screen, so he just changed topics. 'So how about our date, Monica? Are you prepared?' 'Date?' 'We were supposed to watch a movie together tonight, innit?' 'Is that your best date idea?' Dylan rolled his eyes behind his phone. He just wanted to get laid without having to go through the trouble of arranging a nice date. 'Alright, I'll up my game. We could watch two movies?' 'How about we have a drink somewhere in the centre as a start?' 'Frankly, mine sounded more original.' 'Alright, smart ass. Then let's meet up at the pier with each a bottle of liquor and we'll see what we'll do. Is that original enough?' 'Whatever makes you happy. Right now?' 'Sure. I'll be there in about 30 minutes.' 'Meet me at that hot dog stall in front of the pier.' 'Very romantic start, Dylan.'

It looked like Monica had put effort in her appearance. She was dressed in jeans and a blouse which both seemed to come from a design store. Her long, black hair slightly moved along with the sea breeze and she had put on the perfect amount of make-up. She was taller than Dylan had imagined and reached to above his chin. She waved when she recognised Dylan. Dylan approached her and gave two kisses on her cheeks as a greeting. He scanned her from top to bottom and said with a grin: "Fucking hell, you look stunning. You look even better than expected". She smiled. "Thanks, Dylan. You're looking nice as well." "Just 'nice'?", he said cheekily, "I was hoping to at least look sexy or hot". "I'm keeping it with a 'nice' for now. Maybe you can convince me later on," she said with a confident smile, "So, what booze did you bring?". Dylan showed her the bottle of vodka. "I hope you like it strong. I've had some bad nights with this one. What about you?" She lifted up a bottle of sambuca with a big smile. Dylan frowned and laughed at her. "For real? Sambuca? That's the most girly thing you could've brought." "We'll see how girly you think it is after some shots."

They went to the beach and talked about their most drunken experiences. They took a few shots, but even without the alcohol the ice was already broken. Dylan liked her attitude. She seemed to be able to take a joke and did not show any sign of uncomfort. "Frankly, I did not expect you to be as beautiful as you are. I expected some lesser version of the girl in your pictures, but honestly, you look proper fit." Monica smiled. "Thanks, Dylan. Have you ever been disappointed as well then?" Dylan laughed hard. "Many times to be honest." "That's strange. You said to me it was your first time on Tinder?", she said with a cheeky tone. "Eh.. Yea, I meant.." Dylan tried to find an excuse, but could not come up with one fast enough due to the alcohol. Monica smiled. "Please don't pretend you're some angel. I prefer honest guys. So, what number in line am I?" She looked at him directly with a mysterious smile. Dylan hesitated to answer. He could not estimate whether an honest answer would be best, so he bluffed. "For real, I've only been on some dates, but none of them were successful." She frowned, so Dylan continued: "I'm telling you, most girls don't look like you". "Dylan, you're lying." How did she know? He took another sip of vodka to buy him a little more time to think. "Alright, it's about five girls I've been with on Tinder." Monica laughed. "Dylan, you're still lying." "No, I'm not?" "Yes, you are. You're very obvious. You understand that dates are about getting to know each other, no? How is that ever gonna happen when you're not telling anything?" Dylan felt this was not going the right way. He would probably need a lot more charm to get laid tonight. "Alright, sure, but I ain't believing this is your first date either." "It actually is. I've been in a relationship for the last four years, so now it is time to discover new things. Now your turn." Dylan laughed sheepishly. "What about it?" "What number in line am I?" "For dates or for sex?" "Do you expect us to have sex tonight already then?" "Frankly, I do", he said bluntly. She surpressed a smile. "Okay, let's say we are having sex tonight. What number would I be?" "How am I supposed to know?" She laughed. "Well, you should be the first person to know this, innit?" "To be honest, I don't really count." "Twenty? Thirty?" Dylan laughed. "Why are you doing this to me?" "I'm just trying to get to know you." "It's a bit more than thirty." She raised her eyebrows. "A bit?" "Maybe triple it." She looked genuinely surprised. "Ninety?" "I don't know. Somewhere in that range probably." "That's a lot." "Well, I've been active for some years already, so it's not that much if you really think about it." Monica laughed. "It's a fucking beehive of girls, Dylan, but I don't mind." "So what about you? Only one then? Your ex?" "I was lying about my ex. I've never had a relationship. It's probably around twenty people." Dylan shook his head while laughing. He was really starting to like Monica. Even more, he felt a certain sexual tension rising. "So you're quite good in bed as well?", he said jokingly while wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "If only you knew, Dylan." He felt a tingle in his lower area. It was arousing the way she spoke out those words. "I'd love to find out." She laughed. "I know you would, but not tonight." "C'mon. You would love it." He leaned in for a kiss, which Monica avoided with a smile. "Let's just have a good time, Dylan. Shall we go to the city?" "We could also go to my apartment and have a drink", he suggested quickly. "We already have drinks. C'mon, let's go." She stood up and tried to pull up Dylan as well. He pretended to be very tired at first, but then jumped up at once and grabbed Monica by her waist. He smiled charismatically and looked her into her eyes while pulling her tightly against his body. "You said I should tell the truth, so honestly I'd really like to take you home right now. You look way to stunning." Monica smiled. "Sorry, Dylan, maybe another time. We haven't even had diner yet." "I don't mind." "Let's go to the centre, alright?" He rolled with his eyes. He did not like to be put on a leash, but surrendered in the end.

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

Dylan was feeling very impatient and he did not even attempt to hide it. Ever since they had talked about sex, he could not stop thinking about it while being dragged through the streets. His drunken mind thought about how her body would look like without those design clothes. Dylan had offered to eat something quick at one of the food stalls, however, it turned out to be false hope to believe Monica would come home with him right after diner. She kept bending any of Dylan's attempts into a light-hearted joke which both impressed and frustrated him.

The two of them were quite drunk already after all the shots had kicked in. "Where are we going?", Dylan asked while Monica pulled him by his arm through one of the shopping streets. "I want to try something out." "What?" "A new clothing style for you." "Sorry, what? I ain't going to fucking shop clothes with you." "C'mon, it'll be fun! I told you I'm studying fashion, so you'll be fine. I'm just curious what you will look like with some other clothes." Dylan shook his head. Why did girls always have to be like this? Why can't they just do what you want them to do? They arrived at a designer clothing store where Monica dragged him to the male section. She started searching through the clothing rack. Dylan laughed. "For real. What are we doing here?" "Just wait.." She searched through another rack and yelled happily when she held up a blouse. It had some weird pattern on it with tropical flowers printed in neon colours. "What the fuck is that?" "I think it will look good on you." "I look better without clothes." Monica looked sarcastically and ignored his comment. She pushed him towards one of the fitting rooms and closed the curtain behind him. "I'll be right back. Just put it on!"

Dylan stood there with the blouse in his hands. He looked into the mirror and laughed at himself. How did he always get in these types of situations? He decided to listen to Monica and pulled off his shirt. He put on the blouse and closed the buttons. The mirrored image of him looked horrendous. Right when he wanted to take off the blouse again, Monica entered the fitting room. She checked him out with a frowned look on her face. "Hmm.. No, this is not it. Take it off and try this one." She handed him another shirt and left the room again. He obeyed her, put on the shirt and waited for her return. Again, Monica looked at him and decided this was not it either. "Take it off and try this one." He grinned when he took off the shirt. This time he waited with putting on the next shirt. When Monica returned, she looked surprised at his body and laughed. "Jesus Christ. You're even worse of a show-off than I thought." "You wanted me to take it off." She grabbed the shirt out of Dylan's hands and put it on him herself. Dylan enjoyed feeling the light touches of her hands on his body. This time she looked more satisfied with her choice of shirts. She left the room again and returned with some dark red jeans. "Here, put these ones on," Monica said and when she saw Dylan's impatient face she added: "Don't worry. I think we're almost finished." She grabbed the other clothes which did not work out and returned to the story.

Dylan obeyed and put on the jeans. He looked into the mirror and thought he looked like a clown with these bright colours. When Monica returned she seemed to be very satisfied. "I want to try one last thing. Just take these off first." This time she did not leave the fitting room but watched how Dylan took off his clothes. He grinned and was happy to show off to her. He took off his shirt and made sure to contract his muscles slightly. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly took them off. He felt quite aroused by the intimacy of the scene. He knew the bulge in his grey boxers was a bit larger than usual. Monica smiled while observing his body. Dylan knew she liked what she saw. He pretended to look at this new clothing style in the mirror. "What do you think? I think I like this one the most. The grey colour really blends well with my skin tone, innit?" Monica smiled and stood behind him. "You're really the worst", she said as she put her hands on his waist. Dylan could see in the mirror how her hands were moving around his chest and abs. He could hear the background chatter of other people in the store, which aroused him even more. Monica's hands moved around in an arbitrary movement, yet with each circle they moved a little more downwards, until Dylan saw them pressing against the fabric of his boxers. He kept looking at himself in the mirror while her hands moved down even more were they eventually grabbed his crotch. He noticed he was fully hard and still her hands did not seem to cover everything. Her voice whispered in his ear: "I thought you said you were small". Dylan grinned. "I guess I lied about that as well." Monica squeezed through the fabric to which Dylan groaned. "Ssh.. There are people next to us", she whispered with an erotic voice. "I don't care", Dylan responded as he turned around to face Monica. Even though she was quite tall, he was towering above her. He felt his body to be twice as broad as hers and with her large eyes she looked at him eagerly.

 

[Xxkpetersxx]

Dylan grabbed her tightly by her waist and leaned in for a kiss which was again abrupted by Monica. This time she put a finger on his lips while the corners of her mouth curled up. Monica came closer and whispered in his ear: "I think it's time to get to your apartment". Dylan, who was still quite drunk, ignored her request. He squeezed her ass and smirked. "Why bother? We can just do it right here, innit?" "What about the people?" Dylan laughed. "I don't fucking care about them. I just want you right now." Monica raised her eyebrows, yet gave not response. Dylan let go of her body and stepped back. He looked down to his boxers, grabbed the shaft of his dick through the fabric and shook it around. "Look what you're doing to me", he begged, "He really wants you". Monica looked at his bulge and gave another mysterious smile. It felt quite disarming to stand there wearing nothing but his boxers in front of such a pretty girl, especially when she did not react directly. Dylan had no idea what she wanted, which frustrated him. "C'mon, Monica. I know you want to try it. I've been told I'm really good in bed." Dylan did not care whether others in the shop could hear him. His desparation for getting laid was larger than his ego at this moment. Finally, Monica broke the silence and said: "One final outfit. Then I'll decide whether I'll go for it, alright?". Dylan rolled with his eyes and pulled her closer. "C'mon, we've tried enough", he complained impatiently, "I don't have time for this. If you don't want me, just say it, then I'll leave, alright?". Suddenly, Monica kissed him. Her kiss felt magical. She had the perfect rhythm and force. Her lower lip was soft and felt larger than Dylan had expected. She put one hand on his cheek and leaned upwards with her body, pressing her breast against his chest. Dylan was fully mesmerised by the passion that radiated from the kiss until Monica stopped it as quick as she started it. He grinned sheepishly, while she grabbed one of the remaining shirts. "One more outfit, alright?", she said as she left the fitting room, leaving behind a dumbfounded Dylan.

He stood there smiling to himself in the mirror. He noticed he was fully hard and grinned. The things he would do to her when she returned. This time, she would not get away so easily. He would rip her clothes off and fuck her then and there in the fitting room. While he was observing himself in the mirror, his phone went off. It was Monica. He picked up the phone and answered: "Yo, what's up? Can't find the outfit?". "What do you mean?", she said with a giggling tone, "You're already wearing it. Why don't you come out and show?". Dylan's drunken mind looked down in disbelief. "Hell no. I'm wearing nothing. You forgot you took the clothes?" "You said so yourself. You look better without clothes, innit? I'm waiting with them outside." She hung up.

It took a long moment to realise what had happened. Dylan looked around in the fitting room and saw that all of his clothes were absent. "Fack", he mumbled with a grin. She must have taken them when she returned all other pieces. There he was, standing in nothing but his boxers in the middle of a chique clothing store. He tried calling Monica again, but already knew it was in vain. He slightly moved the curtain in order to see into the store and sighed when he saw at least ten people present, including some employees. He thought about grabbing some designer clothes, but refused to pay money for it. The next thought was to go and take a run, yet he was afraid they would think he had stolen something even though he had no place to hide items. Instead, he went for the most pride breaking method by walking out. He looked at himself in the mirror and quickly adjusted his now soft dick downwards. He then moved aside the curtains and started walking to the exit. The clothing store had never felt as bright as it did. He felt the looks of all customers while he walked down the aisle. One of the employees said something which Dylan ignored. He kept walking to the exit with an increase in speed at every step. It felt liberating to step outside into the evening breeze until he noticed how packed it was on the streets. He saw some people grinning and two kids pointing at them. He looked to both sides in order to find Monica and found her a few meters away, leaning against the window sill and laughing hard. He stepped towards her, pretending to be angry at first, but he could not resist to laugh along. Monica handed Dylan his clothes, which he put on with a blushing face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?", he exclaimed grinning. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it, but you were so right.. You look best without clothes." "Fucking hell. Do you always do this on your first date?" Monica laughed. "Never to be honest, but I knew you could take it. Sorry, but it was too funny. You should have seen your face."