Where it happened: Home
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was a closeted homosexual at that time – I still am, except the fact that I’ve told only one person – and my brother had a very handsome friend, who actually had a girlfriend at that time. Andrew was my brother’s best friend because they did a lot of things together, and because he was always around my house. One day, he came to my house and I was alone because my parents and my brother had left for a trip in a foreign country to take care of some medical stuff which couldn’t be done in my country. We weren’t that close, he was just somebody I knew and said hello to whenever I met him. So it was really strange to see him at my house when he actually knew that I was the only person there. I tried to be as friendly as I could, offering him a drink and doing some small talk, and stuff like that. Then I’ve noticed that he was looking at me with a very strange look on his face, a look that I haven’t seen before. He spent the whole evening at my place and at one point he actually switched off his cell-phone and when I asked him why did he do that he said that he did not want to be bothered. As the evening drew to a close we watched television and talked about stupid things like the weather and other similar things. He looked really nervous about something so I asked him what was the matter and he said that nothing was the matter, he was just bored. Then he asked me if I didn’t want to watch some porn with him on the internet, and since I was a closeted homosexual watching straight porn with a straight guy would have meant an additional layer of protection for my so-called ‘straightness’. So I agreed and went to my room, logged on to my computer and opened a porn website. He looked really nervous during the whole time we were watching, and I felt like he was getting turned on by what he was seeing. Again, I asked what was the matter and he told me that he had a really strong erection and that it was not too comfortable for him. I tried to ignore what he had just told me though I continuously admitted that it was actually turning me on. He kept saying, while stroking his penis through his pants, that he had never had such a strong erection in his life. Then I asked him if I could touch it and he accepted without hesitation. So I stuck my hand in his pants – as he directed me – and touched his penis through his boxers. It felt really hard so I lingered with my hand down there. He grabbed my hand and held it in place and then started pushing my hand back and forth to rub it against his penis. He told me that it felt really good to have my hand there. So I continued with the rubbing as he got even more turned on. I could feel his body twitching as I did that. Then he unbuttoned his jeans so that I could have better access to his cock and I inserted my hand into his boxers. He took his shirt off and I took mine, and with my other hand I started to caress him on his chest and tummy. “Are you okay with this?” I asked him, and he said that there was no problem as long as I was okay. Then he started kissing me lightly on my lips and I felt like there was no turning back. I took his cock out of his boxers and started rubbing it harder. I could feel his breath accelerating and I thought that he liked it. Then he said that we should go do it on the bed. So he spread on the bed and we kissed (I think it was my first deep kiss). It was so nice to feel his breath close to my body. “Would you like to have sex with me?” he asked me and I said yes. He went on top of me and hugged me in a very tender way. I could feel goosebumps when he told me that he wanted to do that for a very long time and that he didn’t have the courage to tell me. So I let myself in his hands and he kissed me all over. The first time he penetrated me was a bit painful but he was really careful, I could feel the hardness in his muscles as he tried not to push too hard to hurt me. He came while he was on top of me, his breath accelerated as he pushed harder against me. And then he relaxed and slowed down until he just stood on top of me and looked at me.
Then we both got dressed. I helped him put his shirt back on while he was just staring at me. “I have a girlfriend”, he told me. And I said “I know”. “But I think I like you” he told me. I really liked him too. I knew that long before we did that. Today, we’re still doing that, and every time we do it he says he can’t live without me, and that he cares a lot about me. A year and a half has passed since we had our first time together and he has a girlfriend and I pretend I like girls because I’m afraid of my homophobic brother. I feel like I’m in an unfortunate condition. But every time we are alone together I feel like nothing of that matters.
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