Date: Tue, 17 May 2016 19:14:31 +0800
From: Philipp Gette <thedailygette@gmail.com>
Subject: James & Curtis 2

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The next morning, I felt someone poking on my shoulder. "Hey James, I'll
take another shower okay?" Curtis asked me. I rubbed my eyes to get a
better look at him. He slept shirtless and was all sweaty, which was
understandable considering it was mid-summer and the heat was unbearable
even at night. "Yeah, sure." I said as I went back to sleep. Seriously,
who's up by 7am on a Saturday?

It was kinda funny when I went back to sleep. I had this dream where Curtis
asked me if he could sleep beside me. I don't recall what I said but I
remember him taking off all his clothes and asking me if it was alright if
he was naked. Before I knew it, I woke up with my cock standing at
attention. I slightly panicked thinking Curtis may have seen me hard but
luckily, he wasn't in my room.

I got up from my bed and took the short walk to my bathroom to ease my
hard-on. It was kinda weird for me to jerk-off first thing in the morning
but I'm a sixteen-year old boy with raging hormones so I gotta do what I
gotta do.

"Ugh fuck." I muttered as I shot my load on the bathroom floor which later
on made me cringe knowing that I have to clean it up. Yep, I'm a neat freak
alright. I grabbed a couple tissues and scooped up my cum and flushed it
down the toilet. As I exited the bathroom, I had this feeling of guilt. I
mean, Curtis was my bestfriend and even if we've drifted apart these past
four years, I still think of him as a brother. It kinda feels weird that I
was thinking about him as I pleasured myself. Why the fuck did he have to
get so ripped?

I found Curtis with my mom and Auntie in the kitchen having breakfast. "Hi
dear, did you sleep well?" My mom asked with a smile. "Yeah, I guess." I
said. They were having some pancakes and bacon with coffee. Thankfully, mom
saved me some. She knows it's my favorite morning meal. "Curtis here was
complaining about the heat last night." Auntie said as she laughed. Curtis
let out a chuckle as well.

I sat down beside Curtis who was busy scrolling through his instagram
feed. "My mom gave you the wifi password huh?" I asked him as I
smiled. "Yep." He said without even looking at me. What was up with him?

"So guys," My mom said, "later tonight, we'll be visiting one of our
friends in the metro. She owns a bar and she's inviting us for some
drinks." I wondered why my mom would think this is something exciting for
me, she doesnt even allow me to drink. Well, I'm happy as long as mom's
happy.

After breakfast, mom told us to get dressed since we'll be going out to the
mall today. It was awkward again when Curtis and I were back in my room. I
was expecting he'd change his clothes in my bathroom but instead, he
changed right in front of me. Again, I saw how ripped he got. He had a
smooth, defined chest, a six-pack and a fucking v-line. When he stripped
down to his american eagle boxer briefs I painfully forced myself to look
away so as not to get hard and horny again.

I went inside my bathroom to change since my clothes were kept in there. I
usually didnt put much effort to my outfits. As long as I looked neat, I
was alright with it. But this time, I tried to put some effort to looking
good knowing that it's not only my mom who I'll be with in the mall. I
grabbed a nice navy blue polo shirt, some denim shorts and white
sneakers. I styled my hair a bit and put on some cologne. I grabbed a pair
of sunglasses to wear when we go outside. I took one good look at myself in
the mirror and was pretty satisfied with my outfit.

When I exited the bathroom, I saw Curtis all dressed up as well. He was
wearing a nike shirt, gray sweatpants and, you guessed it, white
sneakers. He also had some bracelets on his wrist which was nice. His
outfit gave him that athletic look. "Ready to go?" I asked. "Yeah but I
don't think our moms are." He said as he laughed. I laughed as well
remembering how long it takes for moms to get ready.

We sat outside on the steps of the stairs waiting for our moms. As usual,
Curtis was busy on his phone, messaging friends, checking instagram and
twitter and, occasionally, checking tinder. I didn't want to invade his
phone business so I just checked my own phone as well.

When our moms were finally done, we all got in the car and headed for the
mall. The car ride was pretty long since it was traffic, which wasn't
unusual in the Philippines. I busied myself with listening to the
conversation of my mom and auntie who were talking about the job she got
here. "So what kind of company is it again?" my mom asked. "It's a media
company. Technically, an international media organization, the same company
I worked with in the US. When they had an opening for editors here, I
immediately volunteered." Auntie explained.

We went around the mall and had some lunch at a japanese restaurant. Even
if I didn't need it, I shopped for some shirts and books. I usually roam
around the mall alone, mom knows I don't like shopping with
her. Thankfully, she didnt ask me to bring Curtis with me. Imagine how
awkward that would be. We all met back at the car and saw that Curtis did
some shopping himself.

"What can you possibly buy here that's not in the US?" I asked him jokingly
as I pointed to his shopping bags. "Well some tank tops and shorts, it's a
bit cheaper here I think." He said with a slight smile. "How about you?" He
asked, "What can you possibly buy? You have so many clothes from what I've
seen." "Just some books and some shirts." I said and smiled, he smiled
back. God, he had a cute smile.

"We should get going. Our friend's inviting us for dinner at her bar." Mom
told us. We all got in the car and drove to a sort of entertainment
district part of the metro. When we got to the the bar, it was packed with
people, which was expected since it was Saturday night. We all went inside,
our moms looking for their friend who owned the bar. Finally, they spotted
their friend by the counter. They hugged each other and our moms introduced
Curtis and I to their friend. "Come, come. Let's stay upstairs. It's more
quiet there." Their friend said. We were led to the second floor of the bar
which is what I assume was a VIP area. It wasn't as quiet as my mom's
friend promised but it was a bearable noise. Anyways, we ordered some food
and mom asked me to sit with Curtis. I had no choice, they were going to
stay in one of the karaoke rooms and I couldnt bear to hear three
middle-aged women sing their hearts out to 80s hits. "You guys can both
have a beer." My mom said. Curtis looked up to her to say something but my
mom stopped him and said, "Don't worry, your mom's allowing you only for
tonight." and with that, she left us so she can join auntie and their
friend for karaoke. A waiter approached us and asked what we wanted. "Two
beers please and some nachos. Do you want anything Curtis?" I
asked. "Nachos is fine." He replied. The waiter got back with our order of
nachos and two beers. I never really enjoyed the taste of beer but I took a
sip of it anyway. Gulping it down immediately to avoid the bad after taste.

"So your mom doesn't allow you to drink either huh?" I asked Curtis, trying
to have a real conversation with him. "Yeah. She says I have to wait till
I'm 21." Curtis said as he took a sip of his beer. "I suppose your mom
allows you to drink?" He asked. "Well on rare occasions and only when she's
around" I said.

Then another awkward silence between the two of us. No, I thought to
myself, enough with the awkwardness. He was my best friend for god sake. "I
barely recognized you when you arrived. You got so tall and ripped." I said
hoping it wouldnt come off as too awkward. "Haha, yeah. I got tired of
being skinny so I decided to hit the gym." He said, "You seem to have
changed as well. You were shorter the last time I saw you."

I laughed at his statement. Growth spurt did get the best of me. Four years
ago, I was only 5'0 but now, I'm 5'9. I don't do sports nor do I work out
so I'm not as ripped as Curtis but I'm in good shape, just not defined or
toned or anything. "Yep, I guess drinking milk and stretching everyday did
the trick." I said as I laughed. Finally, I felt a bit more relaxed. The
awkwardness is gradually decreasing. "So, Curtis, what have you been up to
the past four years?" I asked as I took another sip of beer. "Well, besides
hitting the gym, I've been writing and some photography." He said as he
took a sip, "How about you?"

"Uhh same as the past four years, I guess. I still read a lot and watch a
lot of films." I said. I was more surprised at Curtis's answer. Four years
ago, I never suspected him to be a writer or a photographer. I always
thought he was an athletic type of guy, or someone who spends hours on
video games. "I'm kinda surprised." I said, "I never thought you'd be a
writer or photogapher." He laughed and said, "Yeah, me too. But most of my
friends in the US are all artists so I ended up getting into it."

I decided to get more inquisitive, and start asking him some more personal
questions. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Sure, James, anything." He
answered. "Are you, like, ready to move back here?" I asked. Curtis stopped
to think and took a sip of beer, he was silent for a good minute until he
said, "I guess so. I just feel sad that I have to leave my friends. It's
hard for me to make new friends, you know that." I nodded my head yes. I
knew Curtis wasn't exactly a confident guy even when we were kids.

Then I asked another question in hopes of lightening up the mood. "Can I
ask another question?" I asked him again. "Seriously, James, ask me
anything" He said laughing. I took a few seconds before I asked him, "Do
you still, you know, consider me a best friend?" I asked with a worried
look. Curtis looked at me and flashed that cute smile again before he said,
"Of course dude, you're like my brother!" That made me smile, that was such
nice words to hear from him. I guess mom was right, it won't take long
before we'd become close again. Curtis continued saying, "I know we kinda
drifted apart the past four years but you'll always be my bro, James. We
may have changed and grew up and all that but I'm still the same old
Curtis, you're still the same old James." He said smiling. I don't know why
but I felt a bit teary-eyed with his words. Being an only child, I always
thought of Curtis as my closest friend, a brother. His reassurance that our
relationship hasn't faded away just goes to show how much we think of each
other as family.

I couldn't help it, I stood up and stretched my arms out to hug him. Call
it a delayed reaction but I was so happy to see him again, I missed
him. That's when I noticed that tears were running down my face. "Why are
you crying? Did I hug you too tight?" He asked. While it is true that he
hugged me so tight, that wasn't the reason for my tears. "No, haha. I'm
just so happy to see you again." I said as I wiped the tears away.

"Good to see you boys not quiet anymore." We both looked to our left to see
our moms. "We should get going." My mom said.  The car ride home was
significantly less awkward now. Curtis and I were actually talking instead
of looking at our phones. "So, boys, Sophia and I will be visiting another
friend in the province. If it's alright with you, we'll leave you two
tomorrow. You guys can watch a movie or something if you want, just call
for an Uber." My mom said. "That sounds alright, mom." I said as I looked
at Curtis and smiled, he smiled back.

When we got back to the apartment, our moms were obviously tired and went
straight to bed. Curtis, on the other hand, asked if he could take a
shower. "You don't have to always ask to take a shower, you know." I said
and laughed. He took off his shirt again and looked for a change of
clothes. "God, you're ripped." I said as I looked at his toned
body. "Thanks." He said as he jokingly flexed his arms, showing off his
huge biceps. What the fuck!? You don't do that Curtis! Stop making me
horny. It makes me feel guilty.  Anyways, I went to the kitchen to grab a
snack since I was still a bit hungry. I sat down and decided to message
Katie, my girl best friend.

James: Heyy remember Curtis?  Katie: Your childhood friend? Yeah, why?
James: Well he's here with me for a week haha Katie: Niiice, how is he
like?  James: He got hot lol Katie: oooh can i meet him?  Jame: Sure haha
drop by my place on Monday?  Katie: Alrightie hehe see you ;)

I finished my snack and cleaned up. I went back to my room only to hear
Curtis still in the shower. He was taking a long time, I thought. I sat on
my bed waiting for my turn to shower. While waiting, I read the first few
pages of one of the books I bought at the mall earlier. I was about to fall
asleep reading when the bathroom door opened. I saw Curtis wearing a pair
of shorts. "You don't mind if I sleep like this right?" He asked. "Yeah
it's alright." I said as I took a few seconds to stare at his body again. I
really cant help it, it's like my eyes and his body are magnets. I snapped
out of it and stood up to take a shower.

I entered the bathroom and took off my all my clothes. I examined my naked
body in the mirror before entering the shower. "Damn, if only I could have
a body like Curtis." I thought to myself. Don't get me wrong though, I have
a pretty nice body, I'm lean and all but Curtis has the body of a god and
he's a year younger. He could easily pin me down if we fought. From looking
at my body in the mirror, I moved down to my cock. I had a pretty average
cock for my age, about six and a half inches hard. I was cut as with most
boys in the Philippines. Eventually, looking at my nude self in the mirror
got me hard as a rock, it's funny how even I can turn myself on. Being this
young and horny is so weird sometimes. But, I was too tired to jack
off. Maybe tomorrow, I thought.

I got in the shower and just before turning on the water, I noticed
something on the shower wall. I took a closer look at it. "Fuck." I
muttered, it was Curtis's cum. No wonder he took so long. Plus, he came a
lot, probably shot about four or five times. Poor guy, must've been
stopping himself from jacking off.

Honestly, though, I didn't get horny at the idea that he shot his cum in my
shower. While the thought of it was really hot, I was too tired and I knew
I had to clean it up, the neat freak in me was showing again. I grabbed
some tissues and wiped his artwork of cum off the shower wall. I felt like
an older brother having to clean up after his little brother. Anyways, I
just took a quick warm shower, dried myself up, brushed my teeth, put on a
pair of boxers and went back to my bed to sleep.
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Hey there! So the story might be a little boring as of the moment but I
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