Coming in from a night out, me and Simon crashed on my sofa and flicked on the TV. We’d been out drinking but had come home fairly early, it was freezing out and we weren’t really in the mood for all the noise of the bars. I had whiskey at home – we’d both got into whiskey when we were younger, all the other guys drinking beer, I think me and Simon felt more sophisticated drinking whiskey – which was a laugh, because we always got the cheapest stuff available, rough as sandpaper.
We’d known each other years – from school. We’d always been best mates, Simon was the first guy I told about my feelings for other guys, years before anyone else. He was the only person I knew wouldn’t be freaked out by it, would still be with me. We’d always been besties, we still were.
When I came out to him, I remember – I was only 15 – I remember he just gave me a hug. He was straight as they come, he said, but was glad I’d told him. It made us even more close, I guess, that secret knowledge we had with each other, before anyone else knew.
At first he sued to ask me – ‘what, so you don’e feel ANYTHING for women’? He thought it was incredible, I guess because he was always so horny, he couldn’t imagine looking at a gorgeous woman and not feeling anything. But then, I couldn’t imagine loosing at a gorgeous guy and not feeling anything. We talked loads about it, at first, but then I guess it just became another part of me, in the background.
Anyway. We came in from this night out and crashed on the sofa, flicked on the TV. I poured us some whiskey (good stuff, this time), and we sat and stared at some gameshow in comfortable silence for a while.
Then, ‘what’s it like?’ he asked, sounding kind of distant, kind of hesitant.
‘What?’
‘With a guy. I mean… do they kiss different? Do they feel different?’
I said I didn’t know… I mean i’d never been with a woman, so how would I know how being with a guy is any different?
‘I’m just… I’m just curious’, he said.
I started to wonder what he was getting at; he’d never said anything like this before, but then again he’d also always been a very sexual guy… maybe he was getting more than curious.
I glanced over and he was resting gently by his crotch. I thought I could see – maybe – him gently holding a stiff bulge.
Kind of displaying it, casually. I felt a quiver in my belly, a double beat in my heart; then my own cock begin to swell, harden, push up against my jeans.
