I Accidentally Kissed My Best Friend

My name is Alex, the surname is Evan, and I am twenty-five years old. Tall and handsome with a brown blunt hair and grey eyes.

I am currently in my final year in the university. Studying automobile engineering because I had dreams of becoming an automobile engineer, just like my dad. Even though it was all his idea and not mine to becoming that. I learned to give up on my actual dream, which was becoming a musician and followed my father's dream.He had this pride when it comes to a science profession or course and being his only child, he wanted to use me as a bait for his legacy.The only one supporting my dream was my aunt. She never got the chance to actualize hers, which was becoming an artist. This had hurt her so badly, and so she wanted my case to be different.My parents felt such gifts were never honored as occupations.Having grown up with them, my parents killed her only desire to become an artist. They told her that girls weren't meant to draw, and so she was asked to focus on becoming a lawyer instead, which she is now.My dad had always been the serious type since I knew him. Despite being in his 50s, he acted the same way as in his 30s.Chris was the only reason I took a second look at the engineering course in the first place. I remembered vividly, I had made up my mind to follow my heart's desires, after failing engineering course once. But after seeing how serious this guy was and how he praised the course so much, I fell in love with it. And that was when I made Chris my friend.For four years now, Chris and I have been best of friends. Although that was what people saw us as. But the truth was that, our friendship was based on a deal that I would have to pay Chris monthly for his assistance to me. I never failed in my part, and neither did he in his.We started that way for a few months or exactly a year until we became actual friends. That was how Chris cut the deal off, and I was free to depend on him whenever it demands.

Last year's Christmas season, Chris was kicked out of the house by his landlord, who complained of his incapability to pay his three months house rent. Having pity for the one I called my friend, I took him in, and we started living together ever since.It has been seven months since we lived together and believe me, we are entirely different in nature.I used to be the playboy, always trooping in with ladies attached to my body, or my lips, while Chris used to be the holy boy. Always on his books or creating a new project or working on an old one.I was lazy and possessive, knowing well I owned the house. Even at that, Chris wasn't one to be intimidated, he would always turn the table around.Sporadically I admitted it, jokingly to his face, that I hated him. And unfortunately, he would say the opposite to me, to leave me upset.Both of us being boys, at least we had something in common. We were both bad at keeping the house clean. Cloths were always at each corner of the house, and erotic magazines floated around like though it was a porn house.Even though Chris was always discussed by this, he couldn't help but bear it. After all, I noticed the thing in between his legs gave a rigid stand any time he sees the magazine.It was hard to see a holy boy such as Chris reacting intensely to porn, I term his kind as holy pretenders.It was difficult for me to identify what Chris was truly like? For he spoke little about himself and nothing about his family.One would even wonder what he likes or dislikes were. Do he even have families?I wonder whether he is into women or not?

Unfortunately for me, I would have to kill my friend to end my sudden predicament, or keep living as a gay. Speaking of killing? I had never hurt a fly, let alone thinking of hurting something bigger.That option of the potion guru is really one to ponder upon.I missed my lecture periods, all that was to hear that I have to murder someone. Not just that, but he also handed me the particular knife I was to use to stab him in his heart.The knife was expensive as it was gold. I had to use my life savings to purchase it.I stuck the knife into my pocket after leaving the charmer's house and took off for the road. I had a sad face on as I paced through the streets.

Staying at home wouldn't be comforting at all, so I took a walk out to catch my breath and plan my next move.I went to my usual club where I met Bella Morgan, in order to cool myself down. It had been a week since I didn't have sex, and I am starting to miss the thing.

I made sure I was filled with alcohol before getting a lady on my swollen dick. The heat kept getting hotter as I pushed harder. I was already perfect in the routine of sex, despite missing it for almost a week.This was the only thing I found comforting during troubled times."What is life when you don't enjoy it?". Some minutes after the sex I fell asleep due to the weakness or energy I lost in the process. That was one thing I couldn't control in my sex attitude, the weakness aspect. I felt weak in each round I took with my woman.Most times, I wonder why the women aren't tired or weak. Sometimes I get the title weakling for being unable to fulfill their expectations. They even go as far as to tell me how long other men endure the heat with them, and how large their pricks are. Some even compared them to a cucumber.It feels so difficult to believe that a man can actually last long in such kind of heat for an hour. Even if it was pleasurable, the amount of force and energy used was enough to stagger a man's leg for an entire day.

I felt a warm tap on my chest that woke me up. I was enjoying the fondling my partner was doing on my hard hot rod. It became more interesting when she engulfed it with her mouth. I couldn't go for another round of sex, so I pushed her away immediately.

The man's penis is the most sensible part of the man's body, and any little touch from an external body would get you pleading for intercourse.

My phone rang aloud, after a while. I picked it up to see who was calling. I coughed as soon as I saw who the caller was. Behold! It was my father. Of course! I of all people, should know why my father would be calling on such a normal day. I had missed lectures, and daddy's spy Mr. Dennis wasn't a man to give a break on someone.Sporadically I reasoned why he wasn't given the name penis instead of Dennis, since he acted like a dick always hungry for a pussy to hide in. How can a grown man be a gossip?I answered the call and muttered a hello to the caller."You weren't in Mr. Dennis's class today?" Dad went straight to the point. He wasn't the type that likes to waste time on conversations."I wasn't feeling too well, so I decided to take a break today" I lied why directing the lady on the bed to go out. I handed her pay to her, since her job wasn't for free, and she left."Alex, how many times have I told you, that an engineer who wants to succeed, never skips classes" my dad reminded. It occurred to me that was his favorite quote. He never cared more or less if I was sick or not, but missing classes was what he monitored the most.I know my dad never believed my capabilities, especially when I told him that I would continue with the course he chose for me."I am sorry dad" I apologized, in order not to get into his bad list. Getting into dad's bad list means being grounded for the rest of the semester, and being grounded means being strictly observed. I definitely wouldn't want that to happen. I jerked up from bed and put my clothes on, while I made my way to leave.

It was initially a mistake, and now I am stuck with it. I am still finding it impossible to believe, yet it has become a name I must bear. Looking for a remedy would be really hard, as the potion guru had already informed me before that time that the spell was not releasable.

Now I have missed my first love and have become a gay according to many.

My obsession with Bella, started in a bar two months ago. Where I sighted her that Friday night.

I was meant to be reading for an exam with my best friend Chris, but however I went on having fun in the club.

It was a usual Friday night party, where ladies are expected to dance round a pole to entice the men.

Bella was among the dancers that night and her dance was spectacular, unlike the others. She wore a bum shot that showed part of her butt and a crop top which exposed her large bust. Her black curly hair was released to rest on her back. Her butt made a boogie with each step she took.

It was impossible to take one's eyes off her. Especially when her body swirled uncontrollably. I could tell that I was in love at that point.

Bella was indeed pretty, she had dark eyelids that needed no attachment of a liner. Her lips had red paint on them.

Her body language spoke more details, while she twirled, and it was as if she were calling unto me to grab her waist as she swirled to the music.

I knew my cock stood erect at that point and repeatedly forced itself out. I wasn't convinced if nature rooted for this moment or if my mind tricked me into a perfect present.

For the first time in my life I couldn't control my feelings any longer and so, I joined her on stage.

The song playing was perfect for the dance, "Shape of you" by Ed Sheeran.

I didn't stop ejaculating even when dancing, my soft cream flowed down my short pants and became visible, but thanks to the disco lights I was able to hide it for sometime until I pulled her close to me.

Furthermore, I pulled my short before her, as many men I watched in porn usually do.

Bella picked the signal and pulled me to a room where she attached a condom to the erected thing, and then we made love in there to each other.

The smell of testosterone kept its fragrance close to us.

It was my first time having sex, yet I never wanted it to end. I made sure it lasted long before actually admitting my legs shivered. Such a pleasant thing was in sex all along, and I never tried it out. I had always believed that sex was for bad boys.

Bella became my first kiss and crush. This was why she became special to me. She made me find that hidden feeling.

I remembered vividly how her soft, adorable body tingled towards mine. I know I wasn't perfect in the thing, so I pushed towards her hard and kept the two and fro motion.

It was a very hard sex that left me asleep for a complete day. It seemed like I was in for my death, but no matter how tired I was, the pleasure kept me moving.

I could never get that feeling out of my head.

My dick was going to burst if I hadn't stopped having sex with her, Although it hurt me to end it so suddenly.

Ever since then, I have never stopped thinking of that beautiful experience with Bella.

Who knew that my lost Cinderella would be in the same college as me?

Bella Morgan, the hottest girl in school. Who would believe I actually had sex with her.

Normally, she only floats around with a boy once and thereafter, it's goodbye, no more see. I wasn't even among the types of guys she floated with.

The Bella Morgan I got to know was the type of girl that moved around with rich CEOs, hot bad boys, wealthy lecturers.

My envy of her initially started from that point. I wanted to be the only one to enjoy her, and that was how I decided to see a charmer who would grant my earnest wish.

He is popularly known as the potion guru, I wasn't the first to try and probably not the last. I actually inquired about him before seeking for his concert.

The potion guru handed me a love potion that was expected to land my girl into my arms after a single kiss. How easy was that? If only it had worked out the way it was intended.

I wonder how this kiss which was meant for Bella ended on the lips of my best friend Chris.

"Argh!" The exclamation wouldn't just leave my mouth. Here am I running away from my best friend, while he keeps chasing me like a dog on heat.

It should have been my Bella running after me and not my pal Chris.

I still find it hard to detect the real situation. Whether I was drunk when the kiss had happened or it was an accidental bump kiss.

All I know now is that the whole institution is talking about me and Chris.

The last thing I have ever wanted was to become a gay. It disgusts me, and I can't help but wonder how they make intense love to one another, just as Bella and I did. Do they even enjoy it?

My mission now is to put an end to this madness, before it gets out of control and becomes a permanent calamity.

Heaven knows what might happen then?

My parents must not find out about this, or else I would be strangled to death.

They had always expected a woman from me, not a man. Worst of all, my best friend, which they both know well enough to be the decent type.

No matter how hard I try to explain the situation, it would never make sense because on a normal day, Chris and I were always together.

I regretted not telling him about my decision, now he is my lover. For a fact, Chris was the most annoying person I have ever known. Our friendship was built on the fact that we both shared the same dream. Graduating with first class in engineering.

Chris was brilliant, undeniably, and so I made him a friend for my gain. Most times I would skip classes, Chris always found a way to cover up for me and if I miss a test, he's got my back.

I often called him gee when I wanted to ask a favor, and he calls me the victimizer. We jokingly play like lovers, but that had nothing to do with being actual gays.

"Argh!!!" Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into? Would you believe Chris follows me about confessing his love for me openly? It was just yesterday this incident occurred, yet I am already frustrated. I would do anything to put an end to it, but the problem now is I can't leave my house, reason because, Chris is waiting outside for me. Was the potion actually meant to make the victim a bodyguard? Would Bella have been in the same state as Chris right now?

To be frank, I would have loved it. Imagine the hottest girl pleading for you to make love to you? Tell me, you wouldn't love it?

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I recalled what I had done to my friend, I am the worst friend in the world.

I covered my blanket over my face as I thought of the best death that would fit my situation. While the thought kept running through my mind, I eventually slept up.

The elegant sun ray shone through my window. Its tender beams rested on my face, giving me the hint that it was a new day. The regular bird chipping made its usual noise on my window, and the honing of vehicles exposed that I lived closer to the road.

I jumped out of my bed at once, not waiting for my alarm to do its usual job of waking me up. There were times I was purposely reluctant on get up from bed, due to my laziness at attending lectures.

I hated anything called stress and for a reason to me, attending classes was one of them.

For a fact, I had a sleepless night, having left my friend at my door post begging to make love, which sounded ridiculous.

I peeped through my window to see if he was still there. To my greatest surprise, he was still there.

My friend slept at my door post all night!!!! Impossible, did the potion actually knock his brain out that bad, that he didn't identify his way back home any longer?

I clearly forgot we recently started sharing my apartment due to his incapability to pay for his rent. This is really a case to ponder upon. Living with the one we go was cast upon by a spell and sees me as his lover. Living with him will only get things worse.

I thought of a plan to get away without my partner knowing, and the best option I could figure out was passing through my backyard window.

It is important I see the guru who had put me in this mess, he alone can tell me what to do or how to reverse it?

I rolled my curtains up and opened my window to escape without being noticed by my victim.

As soon as I succeeded in my action, I ran off without a moment or second of stop.

A taxi car halt close by, and I got in as soon as possible. I was heading for the most unusual place that morning. That is right, I never met the potion guru in a plain sight, or an open market. However, my meeting with him was a coincidence.

Therefore, I can boast a little that it wasn't completely my fault that I got into this mess.

I met the potion guru, while I was looking for a mechanic shop. The reason I searched for a mechanic was because I needed to repair my spoiled appliance. After asking for directions to a mechanic shop, I decided to urinate behind an unkept bush. There was a tree that stood in front of me where I performed the act. It had the potion's guru commercial on it's body, with the location of the charmer.

I was interested instantly and decided to give it a try. In case you don't know, it was the beautiful commercial that intrigued me to go see him.

***

It was a complete two-hour drive. With this, much distance covered, I can say that I have missed two lecture periods.

I am not bothered at all. Missing lectures is better than facing the people who saw me kiss Chris on the day before yesterday.

How do I explain it to my beloved Bella, who witnessed the kissing scene too?

It all happened after class, when various students were leaving their various lecture halls, and were retiring to their various destinations.

I located Bella in a short timeframe, holding the potion in my hand, I was prepared to go give her a kiss at that moment.

I drank the potion instantly and was in a rush to empty its content in her mouth, when I bumped into Chris accidentally.

unfortunately, Chris's lips fused to mine during the accident, and he surprisingly kissed me again and again despite me trying to pull him off.

"Gross!!" The thought of it irritates me, and it won't just let go of me.

I will never be a gay, that is the last thing I will ever do in my life.

My parents hope to see me get married and eventually bear their grand children. There is no way a man can do that with another guy, right?

I want to always enjoy the pleasure or sex and have my tender cream into a hole, not a rod like mine.

Gay's don't enjoy sex, so I heard.

***

I dropped from the taxi, almost forgetting to pay for the drive until I was reminded by the driver.

The situation I was in wasn't funny to me at all, and so I will do anything to stop it.

I looked around, trying to figure out the route I took that landed me in the mysterious guru's lab the last time.

There was a building that was familiar to me, it stood there the last time too. Definitely that white hall building will lead me to the venues.

I searched further for what I could call a hint or clue of my destination because I wasn't good at remembering locations. But for this reason, somehow I had an idea of the location. The guru's lair was in the midst of the woods, hidden from the public.

I had already concluded all my complaints in my heart before I reached my expected destination.

I opened the door slowly as I allowed my head to survey inside the house first.

The guru had warned that he wasn't a fan of knocks, so I never bothered to do so.

I entered the house properly and called for the charmer. The house always looked plain, but he had his lair's door hidden

somewhere in the walls, one would barely figure out.

I used what he loved to been addressed as, "potion master" to call him.

That was to lure him out quickly, as he was the busy type that didn't want distractions when he had countless customers.

I had only visited this man once, yet I speak as though I knew him too well. After spending my damn money on his product, of course, I won't forget him so easily.

He is short in appearance. A dwarf may be the perfect identification. His bald hair was a funny-looking one because it was only in the center of his head. And his eyes never stopped probing at his customers like he was a detective suspecting a criminal.1

I could recall vividly, how rude he was to me on the first day I visited him, which was the only time, actually. After knocking severally and out of frustration too due to the absence of reply from inside.

The door opened, and a forceful wind dragged me inside.

The force led me into a room which door was on a wall near the exit door.

The first welcome I received from this so-called potion guru was "I don't accept knocks".

I only visited him on my own free will anyway, so I didn't feel too bothered. What made me feel interested in his potion was how he instantly told me my unfortunate love story.

Without wasting further time, I paid for one of his potion and decided to get a love potion. Which he strictly instructed that the kiss would have to be true love from me.

I was prepared even before the day. I always had Bella in my mind, even at the hour of my costly mistake.

"I see you are back?" The guru snapped me back from my thoughts.

I looked around and I was in his lair. It's perplexing how I got in without me realizing it.

"You look pale, could it be you had performed the wrong formula?" The guru asked further, as I gave no response to his earlier question.

"Yes potion master, I made a wrong kiss" I confessed with my eyes shut tight to produce tears.

"Well? A wrong kiss can only be solved in one way" the guru spoke with his usual probing eyes, staring strictly at me like he was compelling me to ask what the remedy was.

"What is the way out?" I finally voiced out after observing his eyes carefully.

The guru master gave a loud cough while taking another look at me.

"You would have to...