Sitting On My Buddy’s Lap 04

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Chapter 4: Saturday Night

We woke up the next day tangled in the same position we fell asleep in. His arm was draped around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and his morning wood pushed firmly against me through his underwear. It was thick and warm, and the second I registered that it was there, my whole body tensed.

I stayed still for a moment, letting myself take it all in. It felt different in the morning. I was even harder now than when I went to sleep, but less horny in a way. I craved his touch, but more in an affectionate way, which somehow felt even more gay than when he jizzed from me jerking him off. It felt good. Too good. And I was partially scared that he was going to wake up and change his mind again, decide to take some space. My mind spun back to the night before, jerking him off, Chris asking for a handjob as well, like it was a totally normal thing for straight guys. Hell, maybe for Chris it was, since apparently he was into some weird shit. Waking up like this felt like a continuation of the chaotic night before. I really wanted to just push my butt back into him, just to see if he’d react.

But I didn’t. I stayed frozen, breathing slow, playing dead. My inner compromise was to just let this moment last as long as it could.

He woke up a minute later. I felt the shift in his chest, the small gasp when he realized how close we were. His grip tightened unconsciously, squeezing my waist once, then he let go quickly, rolling onto his back.

“Morning,” he said casually, voice scratchy.

“Morning,” I replied, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice as I copied him, rolling onto my back and rubbing my eyes.

He stretched like this was any normal morning, like he hadn’t spent the night wrapped around me, pressing his firmness into my body. There was no indication that he was thinking about the handjob, or the awkward jizzing in his pants as I sat on his lap. He played it cool, staring at the ceiling.

“You know,” he said with a yawn, his big morning wood tenting his underwear obscenely as he jutted his hips forward again. “You still kind of owe me a handjob.”

I looked at him with a smile. I reached for his waistband, and he lifted his ass as I pulled out his monster dong. It was even harder with the morning firmness in it. The heat of it warmed my palms.

I started immediately giving him a strong, tight handjob, slow at first, then with more rhythm as he pushed into my hand. His breath picked up as he melted into it, and his abs tightened under my forearm as he leaned back slightly, letting me take over completely. He loved it. I could feel it in the way his thighs flexed, the way his hips jerked up just a little each time I twisted my wrist, rubbing his pre-cum into the head. It was pure ecstasy for him.

He reached for me without thinking, grabbing me through my underwear, squeezing my hard shaft and cupping my ass. His fingers dug in just enough to make me gasp, even pressing deep between my cheeks and finding my hole. Then his hand slid up my stomach and into my hair, gripping gently. The way he pulled made my scalp tingle. For a second I felt him guide my head down, hesitating right before actually pushing. He considered it. I felt the thought in his fingers. Then he backed off, like he couldn’t cross that line yet.

His breathing broke into sharp, desperate sounds. His hips bucked in my hand, his whole body tensing.

He came suddenly, shooting into the air. It splattered across both his chests and stomach and my hand, warm and messy. He groaned hard as he finished, his hand still tangled in my hair, gripping tightly.

Then something in his tone flipped as the pleasure drained out of him.

"I gotta piss," he muttered, standing quickly, wiping his stomach with the back of his hand.

He walked out acting like we were just normal, straight frat bros again, like none of this meant anything at all.

I felt weirdly disappointed, almost hollow, but at the same time grateful that he was giving me an out. If we could just pretend like nothing had happened, that was better than this becoming a weird thing.

I headed out, back to my dorm and got showered. I was back at the frat house before noon to help clean up after the party. Everyone was working together. Seth avoided me a little bit, but not entirely. He acted like nothing had changed, even cracking a joke. I was still a bit in awe that he was willing to pretend like nothing happened.

Chris was his normal self. Literally nothing phased that guy. I overheard him telling half the frat already that I had lost a dick size competition with him and had to give him a handjob. One guy gave him a high five and the others seemed like they didn’t even believe him. I just snickered, wondering when it was going to get out that he likes being spanked in the nude by girls. 

When we were done cleaning up, Seth and I ended up alone in the front room. I bummed his vape for a second, but he seemed antsy to get out of there.

“You wanna get lunch?” I said as I passed it back to him. 

“Nah, got a bunch of schoolwork to finish. Sucks,” he said quickly.

I started to probe. “Last night was—” 

“Later dude,” he said abruptly, jogging up the stairs. My eyes narrowed as they followed his muscular frame up the stairs to his room. I wondered what was going on, what it would take for him to open up to me, even after everything.

—[]—

That night I was lying in bed, my roommate, Kyle across the room in his bed, both of us playing on our phones. 

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing, sup with you…” I said lazily, scrolling past another reel. 

“You seem down today,” he said, “Were you with a girl last night?”

“Something like that,” I grumbled, as a reel about planetary orbits popped up. 

We didn’t say anything for another minute. I was a bit annoyed that he was probing, but a part of me was also grateful someone knew me well enough to care. It occurred to me that he was gay. I never really thought much about it, but maybe he would have some thoughts. I didn’t really want to admit everything I had done, since he knew Seth as well, so I just waited for the right moment to hint at what I needed.

“Was she a bitch in the morning?” he asked. 

“Something like that,” I said, putting my phone down and repositioning to face him.

“You ever get with a straight guy?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Yeah. But we’re roommates and I don’t think we should—”

“No,” I said to cut him off, “Not me and you.”

“Oh ok. Well, yeah,” he said, looking at me curiously.

“Do they sometimes just pretend like nothing happened the next day?”

“Have you never heard of a hookup?” he said, looking at me like I was an idiot.

“Well, sure,” I said, “But what about when it’s not just a hookup.”

“I thought you were straight though…?” he said, tilting his head.

I guess I was hinting enough that he knew it was about me. I wasn’t even really trying to hide it, but it still felt weird admitting it.

“Well I am, but I had a weird moment. Then another.”

“Gayyyy,” he said, laughing.

“Shut up. Help me.”

“Ok, well, did you talk about it with him?”

“No,” I said softly. “But I think I know how he feels. It wasn’t just a hookup. It was nice. It was hot. He held me all night.”

I felt my face turn red when I said that. “Sorry, TMI.”

“No, it’s cool,” he said, “Honestly it does sound hot.”

I just nodded slowly.

“Well,” he said, “Whenever I hook up with a guy who it’s their first time, or like some DL guy who just occasionally goes after some dude ass, they usually just want no strings attached. Either that, or they fall madly in love with me.”

Those last words made me ponder. I exhaled hard and fell back onto my pillow. The thoughts of Seth were getting to my head. I was thinking about maybe sneaking off to have a wank and forget about it all for a while, just as my watch buzzed with a message. 

Seth: Get dressed. We’re going out.

—[]—

He showed up at my room ten minutes later with a smirk on his face. I was already dressed in my usual slightly nice clothes, a polo under a sweater, trying to look casual even though I had no idea what counted as the right look for a night out, after everything. My chest felt tight for a second when he stepped into the doorway. His coat framed his shoulders in a way that made him look even bigger. His face was warm from the walk over. The first thing I wanted to do was hug him, press my face against his neck, breathe him in. I swallowed that urge and shoved my hands into my pockets.

“You ready?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, trying not to stare. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, or where to look.

We walked out of the dorm with barely any words. Our shoulders kept brushing, and neither of us tried to avoid it. Every little point of contact sent a weird little spark through me. He kept smiling. I kept smiling. It felt like something was finally swinging open between us, even if neither of us had the guts to talk about it.

The first bar was already filling up when we got there. Warm lights, bodies pressed together. The music wasn’t loud yet but the energy was building. We leaned against an empty space at the bar and ordered drinks. A group of girls moved in next to us, and one of them locked her eyes on Seth within seconds. She nudged her friend and whispered something. I watched her step closer to him, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. He turned, flashed his easy smile, and the whole interaction clicked instantly. She touched his arm. He leaned down to hear her better. I tried to act like it didn’t bother me, but it left me wondering what the fuck was going on with me. And with Seth. A small knot tightened in my chest anyway.

Her friend drifted toward me, asking where I was from. I answered, but half my attention stayed on Seth. I watched him laugh at something she said. I watched her press her body a little closer to his. I watched his hand rest lightly on her waist as they shifted into the crowd. My stomach felt twisted.

The girl talking to me noticed I was distracted.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, just as the music got too loud to talk.

I leaned into her ear and, feeling bold and out of ideas, just blurted out the truth. “I’m jealous of your friend.”

She moved back and looked at me with a smile on her face, like she was about to laugh. She looked at her friend, at Seth, then back at me, and nodded knowingly. 

By midnight, the whole bar had turned into a full‑on club. Lights flashing, floor vibrating, bodies moving like a mob of party people. The girl Seth had been talking to pulled him in by the shirt and pressed her hips to his. He grinded back on her, slow at first, then harder as the music built. My face felt uncomfortably warm.

I was still staring when the friend grabbed my wrist.

“Come on,” she shouted over the music.

She pulled me to the center of the floor. It was fun. It was a distraction. I didn’t know really why I was out in the first place, and she was taking my mind off of it. Her breath smelled like cherry vodka. Her hands held my hips and forced me to dance more. For a moment it worked. My brain calmed. I let myself sink into it.

I saw the girl who had been dancing with Seth suddenly walk by, looking irritated. The girl dancing with me gave me a look, then followed her friend. Suddenly Seth was standing next to me, smirking. 

“Why’d she leave?” I shouted over the music. 

“She wanted to go home with me. I told her I had other plans.”

A big, uncontrollable smile spread across my face, as he matched it. We started to dance.

The music shifted into an electronic, deep bass song, and the rhythm pulled me in immediately.

Seth’s chest touched mined when we leaned in to each other. The music thumped through my ribs, making the whole world besides Seth feel distant. My head felt light, like I was floating under the lights.

I kept moving, my hips loose, my body warm. I suddenly felt him behind me. His presence. His breath on my neck.

Then his hands slid onto my hips.

I let my body follow his. My hips rolled gently, and he pulled me tighter into him with no hesitation. His chest hit my back. His arms wrapped around me, strong and sure. The whole room kept moving around us, but it felt like we had slipped into another space.

His grip tightened.

My body answered before my brain could think about the consequences.

He was fully pressed against me now, his height letting his hardening manhood rest higher on my lower back. Firm and heavy. Impossible to ignore. I pushed my hips back just an inch, testing what he was willing to do in public.

He reacted instantly, grinding forward with a slow measured motion, like he had been waiting for that cue. I felt his breath again at my neck. Warm. Careless. Intimate. I felt like one of the girls he had seduced countless times in front of me. I never realized what it felt like to be on this side of it.

He held me close, in front of everyone.

I let myself rest against him.

I didn't know if he was playing games or just really unsure what he wanted from me, but I was secure enough to go along this ride with him.

And he was back in.