HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND - Part 2

HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND - PART 2

I HOPE WE DON'T KEEP YOU UP

I dried myself as quickly as I could and wrapping the towel around my waist, I had that delicious feeling when your stiffie is pressed down slightly by towelling.

I tapped on Colin's door, I couldn't resist a jibe, considering how he had used and abused me in the past. Without waiting I opened the door and Colin was under his duvet, alone in his double bed.

His hand jerked out from under his duvet but he knew that I knew that he had been masturbating as usual. The dim lighting that he used to seduce girls in his bed, shone on his curly fair hair.

"I hope we don't keep you up. We'll try not to make too much noise!" I said, while his eyes surveyed me up and down. I thought of all the times his heterosexual bonking had kept me awake. It would be good to get a little revenge tonight.

"Thanks." He tried to smile, but couldn't hide his jealousy. I knew that although he was straight, he would not have minded having Pete in his bed for a night so that he could get his perverted satisfaction.

I closed the door, feeling a mean thrill. At last I was getting a little of my own back on my cruel friend.

I hurried up the stairs taking them two at a time.

There he was, in my bed, lying on his side, propping his left hand on his head above my pillow. The single duvet covered him from elbow downwards.

The sight made me catch my breath and a little too high-pitched I heard my voice say "Are you sure you will have enough room?"

"There will be plenty" and he lifted my side of the duvet back, revealing his lovey smooth chest.

I stepped towards the bed, feeling self-conscious. "Sorry!" I said as I dropped my towel and my erection bobbed up and down in front of him.

"Come in!" He laughed a deep throaty laugh. His eyes twinkled in the lamplight and I slid my legs under the duvet. Immediately my erection touched his upper chest and clumsily I slid down, trying to fit us both under the duvet, without causing too much disruption.

But the intimacy was unavoidable and I felt my eager penis slide down, the middle of Pete's chest and finally make contact with his soft nest of pubic hair.

At first I was disappointed that his cock wasn't pressing against mine, then as my thighs settled against his, I felt his soft, large shaft pressed between his left thigh and my right.

"Sorry!" I instinctively said and tried to move my legs away from his, which just made my erection press harder into his belly.

"It's OK, it's bound to be intimate." Pete said, smiling at me and putting his right arm around my hip and pressing my buttocks, so that we were clamped together from belly buttons down. "Can't have either of us falling out of bed!"

"Maybe you'd be better in Colin's bed, there would be more room." I said, my breath whispering over Pete's fair face.

"There's something odd about Colin that I don't like." Pete said. "I've met many sorts of guys, especially in the merchant navy and he strikes me as being unpleasant."

He sighed and I felt his legs flex and stretch against me. "Whereas you are the sort of gentle guy who is much better company, especially in intimate surroundings." Pete smiled and I had to resist an overwhelming urge to smash my mouth into his.

I let my hand slip over his smooth hip and I pressed his soft bum. "Just so long as we don't push each other out." I sighed and put my forehead to his, while our hands pressed our buttocks. "So are you straight and just missing Caroline?" I whispered, while my right thigh pressed his cock to his left thigh to let him know I realised the size of him.

"Oh, I'm not hard." Pete said. "Unlike you!" He pushed his belly against mine, so that my cock slipped and pressed manfully between us. He laughed a loud, throaty laugh.

"Really?" I gasped. "So you must be really big, if that is you soft!"

"I don't get any complaints!" We giggled like naughty schoolboys.

"So in the merchant navy did you, sort of fool around?" I said while my fingers tickled deliciously over the globes of his smooth buttocks.

"I joined when I was eighteen and served two years until last December. Not so long really, some guys are in it all their lives. There were some great guys, I loved it!" He said without answering my question.

"Why did you leave?" I said, savouring the sweet smell of his breath while he spoke on the pillow next to me.

"Not enough straight sex, I suppose." Pete laughed. "I'm not really into gay sex."

My heart sank, so why were we naked and embracing, with him showing no aversion to my hard-on?

"Gay sex really isn't my thing." Pete said while his right hand carelessly stroked my bum.

"There was plenty of sex in port, but sometimes we'd be at sea for months on end. I was only eighteen and it was a long time to go without a fuck. I quickly learned that I was a gay-magnet. Shipmates who were gay or gayish seemed to be drawn to me. Maybe it was my cute, smooth looks or maybe the bulge in my jeans or shorts, but the gay guys would come on to me all the time."

I pressed my thigh to Pete's thigh and felt his long, thick, soft cock and thought it was probably his bulge that attracted gay men, although his cute looks were irresistible too!

"I'd never known any gay people in the village where I grew up, so it was quite an eye-opener on board ship!" Pete said. "I let gay men fool around with me. They just seemed to want to see my cock and suck it. I didn't mind, sex is sex and a good suck is fantastic."

I rolled onto my back, being careful not to roll out of bed. I didn't want to seem too keen. Pete, still lying on his side, squashed up against me, so that his soft cock plopped onto the top of my right hip. His hand went to stroke my chest which was smooth like his.

"Then I found straight guys were interested in my cock too, especially when we had been out of port for a while. Whereas gay men wanted to suck my cock and have me bum them, straight guys were more interested in seeing it, exciting it, comparing it with theirs. I was bigger than any man I saw erect and bigger soft too. But straight guys seemed to like to feel it and compare."

Pete shuffled in the bed and the duvet fell down our bodies to our waists. "It's warm enough without it." I said. "So you learned to get sex from all sources. Lucky bugger!"

"My favourite is with women, but sex for sex sake is cool with men too. Gay guys can be a bit demanding, but straight ones can just fornicate for the sake of it. Sometimes a good straight friend can be magic. I had just one special guy who was my best mate and we pleasured each other, which was really cool. You remind me of him." Pete sighed.

"Is that why you wanted to come to my bed?" I said while his fingers traced circles around my nipples.

"Colin reminds me of some predatory straight guys I knew. Guys like him use other guys ruthlessly and it's pretty unpleasant."

I proceeded to tell Pete the story of Colin and myself. He listened quietly.

When I had finished, he slid his left arm under me and rolled me onto my right hip and pressed our bodies together in my narrow bed. Still his cock was soft and floppy, still mine was rock-hard.

Pete's eyes looked into mine and softly he put his lips to mine and pecked my lips, before sighing and opening his mouth for me to push my tongue into his warm wetness.

A Free Story - HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND

 Here is Part One of a new free story:

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He said he didn't mind sharing my single bed. Pete was a fair-haired and cute twenty-year old and I was twenty-one, but sexually fairly inexperienced.

He had fallen out with his girlfriend, Caroline, and had come around to the house I shared with Colin. He needed somewhere to crash for the night.

There was Colin's room with his double-bed, which Colin frequently shared with various transient girlfriends and there was my room with my single bed.

Colin was unattached at that moment, so it made sense for Pete to share his double-bed, or make-do with the couch in the living room. But he said he didn't mind sharing my single bed.

Colin shrugged and went off to bed, no doubt to wank off to sexy dreams of some girl.

I'd known Pete for six months and he and Caroline seemed set to be together for life.

"I went home at the weekend and met up with some old friends. Ended up sleeping with an old girlfriend." Pete said ruefully. "Caroline has kicked me out."

What was it about straight guys? They seemed to have so much trouble keeping their cocks inside their trousers! Why would he risk a happy relationship for a quick one-night knee-trembler? And come to that why did they always call it "sleeping with", when it seemed to me that sleeping was very much a secondary activity!

Mind you I could see why girls would want to go with Pete. He was handsome in a very boyish way. His skin was smooth and unshaven apart from a little stubble produced from the tip of his chin. His collar-length hair was soft and pale brown, the sort you wanted to run your fingers through.

His face was on the cute side of handsome with a shapely nose, delicate lips and grey eyes that melted you when he smiled. His shoulders filled his shirt well, hinting at a compact and lightly muscular body underneath.

His trousers were always of interest, showing a fine bulge at the front. Often you could see his soft penis stretching down his tight trouser leg, indicating that he was a big boy. No wonder girls fawned after him!

Now he was volunteering to share my small single bed!

"I don't have any pyjamas, I sleep in the nude." I confessed when Colin had left us alone in the living room. Of course, Colin knew perfectly well that I slept naked, having joined me in my bed twice when we had shared a bedroom six months earlier. Nevertheless I felt more comfortable talking about my nudity when he had left the room.

"That's all right, so do I!" Pete replied, his face smiling slightly.

"My bed is small, there's bound to be contact." I warned him.

"I don't mind contact." He said enigmatically.

"It's bound to be intimate." I said, blushing.

"I don't mind intimate." Pete's eyes twinkled. "I was on the merchant ships for two years, remember, conditions were cramped and intimate."

I couldn't help but look down at his body, sitting on the couch. The left leg of his green corduroy trousers showed a distinct bulge several inches long, resting between material and thigh. Up in the crotch of his trousers there was a distinctive bulge of testicles. Pete was a big boy and all reservations about sharing my bed with him disappeared in a moment of lust and desire.

I could barely believe what I was hearing. Was this heterosexual young guy, implying he had fooled around with men on-board ship? Did he swing? Or did he simply mean that he was comfortable with male intimacy? Was he just saying that he was at ease and confident in his straight heterosexuality?

Pete stood up in front of me and stretched slowly with his hands high above his head. My eyes slid down to his left trouser leg to observe the intriguing, long bulge on his left thigh. Was he erect or just naturally big when soft?

I led him up the first flight of stairs of the small house. We paused outside Colin's room, the scene of so much heterosexual bonking that I had heard over the months.

"Want to freshen up?" I said, nodding to the bathroom door. "You'll find fresh towels in the cupboard." Pete nodded and turned to enter the bathroom. His green, ribbed-trousers hugged his round bum tightly. He smiled and shut the door on me.

I hurried up the second flight of stairs to my attic bedroom. I tidied the place up as best I could, and put the over-bed light on to shine down on my single bed, with its single duvet.

I sniffed the under-sheet and duvet. They smelled fresh enough.

I heard Colin cough from the room below me and felt a fear that he would, even now, steal Pete from me to enjoy the delights of his roomy double bed. Colin had a cruel streak in him and I fancied that he would take a delight in whisking Pete off to his bed.

Colin was a sexual predator and he had fooled me into thinking he loved me some months ago. His intention appeared to have been to humiliate me by using me sexually when he was between girlfriends. But that was another story.

I ripped my clothes off, threw my dressing gown on and hurried downstairs to pre-empt any snatch attempt from Colin.

I tapped on the bathroom door, loud enough so that Colin would hear too "Are you decent?" I called to Pete, which seemed an odd question, considering we were shortly to be buff-naked together in my bed.

"Pretty much." Pete's voice replied.

I opened the bathroom door to see Pete out of the shower, naked and drying himself with the large white towel. Teasingly his hands were stroking the towel over his thigh, with his back bent forward. The towel hid the object that I so longed to see.

But his chest was, as expected, smooth and nicely compact. He was a super-cute hunk. The revealed calves showed a thin dusting of fair hairs. He was gorgeous!

"OK if I take a quick shower?" I asked, wanting to get him into my bed as quickly as possible.

"Sure." Pete said in a lightly-lilting, deep voice that came straight from his lovely chest. His eyes surveyed me openly as I dropped my dressing gown and revealed my nakedness. "Good body!" Pete nodded in approval, seemingly not noticing my half-erection.

"Good body yourself!" I admired back, hoping Colin would hear us and be feeling some sort of perverted jealousy.

We both laughed heartily, which Colin would surely hear. It gave me a thrill to know that he would know we were naked together in the bathroom.

As I stepped into the shower, I missed Pete lifting the towel behind him and when I looked he had already drawn it across his front and was folding the end corner into his waist to cover himself.

I blinked under the water jets and noticed the fine bulge in the front of his towel. I found it hard to believe that soon I would be naked in bed with Pete's gorgeous nakedness.

He stood by the shower and I didn't close the glass door, so that Pete's eyes roved casually over my nudity, while I washed. It was such a thrill to have him inspect my naked flesh and casually admire my wet muscles. I now had a full blown erection on.

"Sorry about this." I said loudly over the sound of the water, while flicking my hard todge with my right hand.

"It happens, we guys are basically sexual animals." Pete shouted.

I knew Colin would be listening. What would he be thinking? He had probably settled down to a heterosexual wank and was having his thoughts interrupted by the voices of the two naked guys the other side of his wall.

"Normally I have more self-control. Don't know what's happening to me tonight." I said.

"It's cool! I don't mind at all!" Pete said and I turned around and glanced at the front of his towel. Did he have a stiffie on too? Or was it just his natural big-boy status?

His arms flexed and revealed a cute dusting of hair in his armpits. His muscles were lovely, just nicely developed. Caroline was one lucky girl to have him as a boyfriend. And if his manhood was what it appeared to be, then she was doubly lucky!

If he were my boyfriend I would never fall out with him, but always have him in my bed, even if he had played around. I would forgive him anything.

I flipped the shower off and without adjusting the volume of my voice I said loudly, "I'll just get dried and then we can go to bed."

"Yeah, I'm ready to hit the sack." Pete said. "Thanks again for letting me share your bed tonight." He added.

"You are very welcome!" I said, hurriedly drying myself.

"See you up there in a minute." Pete said and I watched the tight towel around his tight backside leave the bathroom.

I heard his light footsteps on the stairs. He hadn't been way-layed by Colin. He was mine tonight! Tonight was all I cared about! Who knows, tomorrow he would probably go back to Caroline, but tonight, tonight he was mine!

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