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.
‘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.
‘I guess guys are… rougher, maybe. Harder. And I guess…’
I hesitated, not sure where, really I was going with this.
‘I guess we know what feels good… how to make another guy feel good’
I looked up from his crotch, to meet his eyes; he was looking at me, gently, but meaningfully. His lips temptingly, teasing parted. Almost… almost a smile. Was he leading me on? Or did he mean…
I looked back down to what I was now sure was his hard cock beneath his jeans. He was squeezing it; then leaned back, hooked his hands over his belt.
‘I just wonder, sometimes, exactly how it feels…’
I reached took a swig of whiskey and reached over, gingerly put my hand on his thigh. He closed his eyes and smiled; my hand moved up, along, felt the bulge, the hardness, rock hardness of his cock.
He smiled broader, with one hand took a swig of whiskey and with the other began to unbuckle his belt. I’d never felt… this way about Simon before, but I was horny with the excitement of something new, of maybe something a little forbidden… and I’ve got to admit, I was curious as hell to see how big he was, how thick.
Pushing my hand down his pants and gripping him, feeling him pulse and throb against me, I leaned over, kissed him deep…. and showed him what it’s like to be with a man.