Bromance Part 2 - Sex Stories

Bromance Part 2

... what I’ve seen, it’s gonna be way past my expectations. “Well let’s get going!” she said. “Foods about to come out.” The four of us walked into the ballroom. Thankfully, our seats were in Chrissy’s table, cuz I don’t think we would’ve fit in any other table. The place was packed. Once we were seated, Alex turned to me. “Dude, this is like the coolest thing ever!” He seemed to have gotten over his initial fear. “I know man,” I said. A bunch of well dressed waiters started putting platters of food in front of us. “Well, I said. “Bon apetite.” . . . The music was so loud I could feel my entire body rattle with the bass line. After dinner, we had all moved to the party house, undoing our ties and taking out our shirts from under our pants. There were lots of cute girls at the party, especially from Bridges. From school I saw Anthony Connors, the quarter back from my team, a few others, some of the cheerleaders, even some players from the high school team. The youngest there were the eighth graders, which were easy to pick out since they were all at the same place not knowing exactly what to do at a party with mostly ninth and tenth graders. The night went on smoothly. I danced with every girl I got a hold of, laughed with my friends, and already had about six beers. Still didn’t feel tipsy at all though. The whole time Alex and I were side by side. He didn’t dance much, but whenever I was he watched me intently… his gaze directly at my crotch against a girls’ ass. It kind of ...

... turned me on, that look. Let me explain my sexuality. Since I was like 13, I decided that I might be Bi, but really didn’t pay much attention to it, since the only attraction I had to guys was sexual. I never imagined having an emotional relationship with a guy. It just didn’t seem to appeal to me. By the time I was 14, I had already a few girlfriends, all good relationships, and I lost my virginity with Chrissy close before my 15th birthday. So yeah, I’m attracted to girls emotionally and sexually, and guys, I don’t know, I like to look at their bodies and asses and imagine myself fucking and being fucked by them. I’m weird, I know. So obviously, I’ve imagined myself countless times with Alex. What his dick would feel like in my mouth, how his ass would clench on to my cock when I penetrated him, all that stuff. Even kissing him. Something I’ve never thought of with another guy. Kissing, rubbing, telling him that he was mine. After the song, I caught myself with a boner. The girl I was dancing with looked startled for a second then gave me a sexy look. “Looks like you’re havin a little trouble down there,” she said, looking at my bulge. I looked for Alex. I didn’t see him. “Maybe I can help you with that,” she said. I didn’t even know who this girl was. “Uh sure. Let’s take it to the bathroom.” I tried to act cool. This girl probably thought I got a boner because I was dancing with her. She was hot enough; she had a nice ass, and was wearing a tight black dress that was open in ...