Bromance Part 2 - Sex Stories

Bromance Part 2

... collar as if he was a newborn kitten. “What about the other two,” he said, in a low, gruff voice. “Their cool,” said Chrissy. “They were just defending themselves.” The entire house was silent, as the DJ thought it was appropriate to quite the music. Dylan was so dazed the words he said didn’t make sense as Benny dragged him away. In order to break the ice, Chrissy spoke up. “OK GUYS! JUST A BUNCH OF HOT HEADS BLOWIN OFF STEAM. But the ass hole’s out so let’s get on with this fuckin PAR TAYYY!!!!!” Everyone cheered and the music went back up again. Chrissy and Jennifer helped us up and led us upstairs to the third floor of the party house. . . . She locked the door behind her when she and Jennifer left the room. “It’s the master bedroom of the house,” she had said. “I’ll lock it so no one will come up bothering you guys.” She gave us the key and access to the medicine cabinet. When she had asked why the fight started in the first place, Alex explained that he was tripped by one of Dylan’s friends and spilled his drink on Dylan. Chrissy said that she really wanted to stay and help us clean up, but she said she still had a party to host and said that we could come back down whenever we were ready, or if we wanted to take a nap or something, use the bed. It was a king sized bed. When she and Jennifer left, I decided that my busted up lip could wait and started to tend to Alex’s wounds. “Ow,” he said. “It’s gonna hurt,” I replied. I washed and cleaned his head wound. It wasn’t ...

... deep, so it didn’t need much bandaging. His nose also had a bleed, so I helped him with that. Funny enough, there was a mini fridge in the bathroom, with an Icepack, so I put that on his left cheek. “You know,” he said. “I could be doing this myself. You got your lip to tend to.” “My lip’s nothing,” I said. I got the cloth and wiped the blood off the side of his head. “No, it isn’t,” he said, in a sort of frustrated/persistent way. He gently grabbed my hand with the ice pack and set it down. With a little effort, he got up and took off his shirt. His sexy pecs were bruised, and his shirt was all stained, so I guess he didn’t want to have it on. He walked into the bathroom and came out with another cloth and ice pack. “Sit,” he said. “Dude, I’m-,” “Sit,” he said again. I sat, reluctantly. I lip hurt a lot, and could feel it throbbing. I sat on the bedside where he was sitting, and Alex crouched down and tended to my lip. “Ow,” I said. But eventually, he cleaned me up and passed me the ice pack to hold against it. I removed my shirt too but kept my undershirt on. Alex sat next to me. “Well, I guess I’ll be named loser of the year after that little scenario,” he said. “You kidding man?” I said. “You knocked Dylan Rogers on the floor like a ragdoll!” “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to make a dent in him,” he said, looking down. “If it wasn’t for you, he would’ve ripped my head off,” I countered. That seemed to make him smile. “Yeah man, I guess so.” I put my arm ...