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"What do you mean?" I said, furiously blushing. I unfortunately have a serious blush problem - the slightest embarrassment and I go as red as a tomato! So basically that was my giveaway. "You know damn well what I mean, don't play dumb!" he said. I didn't know whether he was angry or not. "No I don't" I said, maintaining my innocence, lying blatantly. "You're red again which means you know what I'm talking about!" he sad, triumphantly. " I thought it was a dream but when I woke u half naked . . I stirred in my sleep last night and half woke up and there was someone pulling down my jocks . . Obviously it was you, I thought I was dreaming though!" he said. I groaned. He had stirred when I began to pull down his trousers. I dismissed it at the time but obviously he got a glimpse of me. "So you're a fag?" he said. I couldn't look him in the eye so I stared at the ground. "Yeah" I mumbled. "Huh" he said, turning away and looking out the window.
"Please don't tell anyone, I don't . . . I don't wanna be like this and I am - I was - living a lie and I wanna keep living a lie" I said, almost crying. My family would disown me. I'd lose all my friends. I couldn't deal with that. So, long ago, I had decided to keep u my charade. Yeah it might not be the perfect life but I'm a people pleaser. If they want me to be straight, I'll be straight. "Yeah, okay" he sighed. "You're my best friend, if you wanna keep this bottled up you can". I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him tight. "Thanks, man" I said. He leaned against the counter. "But surely its not good for you to keep this bottled up?" he said, concerned. I nodded. "Probably not but what choice do I have?" I sighed, running a hand over my weary face. There was a few seconds silence and then he approached the thing I was dreading most about anyone finding out; the curiosity about my sexuality. He began with little questions but they soon turned raunchy. "So what have you done with guys?" he said, obviously bursting to ask me. "Truthfully?" I said, timidly. "Nothing". He gasped. "Nothing at all?" he asked. I shook my head. "But then . . . No offence . . . But how do you know you're gay?". I chuckled. "You just know don't you? I mean, you just know you're straight, you haven't been with a guy. It's the same for me". "Yeah..." he said, hesitantly. I looked up surprised. "You... you haven't been with a guy?" I said, hardly daring to think it. "No! No, its just... no its nothing" he said, staring into space.
I had a sudden inspiration. I walked over and gently touched the side of his face. He looked up, with puppy dog eyes. "I'm not gay" he said, pushing my hand away. "Are you sure?" I said, persisting, taking his beautiful face in my hands and forcing him to look me in the eye. He said nothing my a few seconds. "Yes" he muttered. I ignored him and kissed him full on the lips. He pulled away. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?" he yelled. "I thou-" I stammered. "Yeah well you thought wrong" he fumed, and stormed off into the living room. I followed him after ten seconds, unable to bear the tension between us. "I'm sorry" I gushed, bursting into the room. He was sitting on the couch. In tears. "Wh-what's wrong?" I stuttered. In all our years as friends not once had I seen him cry. "I've always liked girls" he sobbed. "Always". I sat down beside him. "Yeah. I know. It's okay, I just thought you wanted to, it doesn't matter". He turned to look at me, his hair tossed and tears staining his face. "But that's the problem - I do want to" he said, sniffing. I couldn't hide my surprise. I began to stammer a reply but he kissed me this time.
I lay back on the couch and he lay on top of me, kissing me and groping my pecks. He stopped suddenly, pushing himself up with his elbows and staring at me. "I've wanted this for so long" he said. "I just didn't wanna accept it". I stroked his face lovingly. "It doesn't mean you're gay" I said, kissing him. "You might just be curious". We fell into a passionate clench and rolled over onto the floor. He began to rip my clothes off. "This is so weird... so weird..." he muttered, under his breath. When he had finally taken off all of my clothes he stared hungrily at my body for a minute. My cock was already rock hard. "I don't really know what to do" he confessed, blushing slightly. I grinned. "Well as I told you... I've no experience either!". He laughed. "Okay well I presume I need to be naked too?" he said, with an adorable grin on his face. I helped him strip. So hot, I thought. He lay down beside me. My heart was beating faster than I thought possible. We turned and looked at each other. "This is so weird!" he said, yet again. I nodded and smiled. We checked out each other's cocks. His was thick, about 6 inches I'd say, with a trimmed bush of dark pubes. His balls were not the biggest but hey, I've never been with a guy I'll take whatever comes my way. I was about the same length but thinner, my balls were bigger though. My pubes were just as dark but not trimmed, and a trail led down to them from my naval. "So..." said Michael, bringing me back to my senses. "Are we really gonna do this?". I nodded. "I think so, what do you think?". He grinned and leaned in for a kiss...
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