The background of this story is true, but the Hookup is fiction, at least at this point, but something I am super curious about and wonder if he is thinking the same things I am.
I went to college in the southeast and after a little growing up my first year, managed to do well enough to get accepted to a professional school for another 4 years.
That’s where I met a number of awesome people, but had a core group of 4 or 5 guys that hung out and often studied together.
Over our time at school we saw each other every day and really became as close as brothers. Had some minor riffs here and there but nothing that we didn’t get over in a day or two. In that time, one of the guys (will call him Greg) and I became close and had a great time together. He got married after our first year but that didn’t stop him from partying with us all the time. In our 3rd or 4th year (cant remember), he was briefly separated from his wife and lived at my place for a bit.
Sex was always a regular topic, as was pretty typical for most guys I knew. What girls you had sex with, funny things that happened, who you thought was hot and would fuck and who wouldn’t etc. To say that we had fun and partied a lot over those 4 years would be a huge understatement. We worked hard but played just as hard.
Fast forward to graduation, we all had jobs arranged and would be going our separate ways. It was great to be done but we were all a little sad to part ways. One brief encounter stuck with me though and has made me wonder for years….
After graduation and then the graduation reception (that Greg and I coordinated) a handful of us went to the local bar, one of our hangouts for the last 4 years. After a couple of drinks it was time to go. Everyone hugged and said their goodbyes. Greg and I hugged and as we did so he said, just to me and kind of in my ear “you should just fuck me now”……
Wait what?!
I laughed it off and just assumed in the moment that he was being funny and that this was just a comment about how close we were.
But 20+ years later I have always wondered….
In the 2 decades+ since then a few of have tried to get together about once a year. Early on it was more but now we try to do at least once a year.
The core crew are still great friends and text regularly and I still talk to Greg about once a month or so, sometimes about work stuff, sometimes just to chat.
About a month ago we decided to get together for a guys long weekend at my lake house. Greg said he would be in a day early since he was flying back from another trip and would just stop at the airport that was closest and drive over.
He rolled up to the house about mid afternoon and after showing him around to some of the changes we had made, we cracked open a couple of beers and started talking about dinner. Cooked some burgers and ate and continued drinking, but nowhere near the pace of our younger years. As usual it was great to catch up.
As we finish cleaning up and he was looking for something to watch on Netflix he says….
“So, since it’s just us…. Question for ya…”
My mind was instantly curious, but not really too worried. I’ve know him for most of my life at this point and there is very little he doesn’t know about me… (well maybe a little).
“Yessss….” I said, drawing it out and with a bit of a smile on my face…
“Are you bi?”
Having thought this question might occur at some point if it was ever just the two of us, I wasn’t completely surprised.
Over the years (just after college) I had shared with him a few sexual escapades that were pretty crazy. None of them bi but one with a number of others involved at a party and a variety of fun locations so I’m sure he wondered.
“Sometimes” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. “what about you?”
He broke into a bit of a grin at this point and said with a slight shoulder shrug “Same”
“Well why the hell didn’t you say something sooner!” I said. We could have had some fun.
“We still can” he said, and paused. Still smiling but now with his chair turned toward me and moved his hand so that it was resting on his cock.
My own was starting to stir.
Not really knowing what to say next, I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, handed him one and said “I’m going to take a shower…”
Then as I walked away “you’re welcome to join”
He laughed as he took a sip of beer. Then as I reached the door of the bedroom I heard him get up to follow me.
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To be continued in part 2.
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