I guess the whole night had been leading up to this: that our wives were out of town, that we went out and got drunk and talked about nothing but sex and which girls we would fuck and how we would fuck them and what we liked when we fucked and whether we’d done anything with a guy.
“I’ve been known to enjoy a little guy-on-guy action,” he said, and if I hadn’t been so shocked at his cavalier attitude about gay sex I might have been able to open up more about my own experiences. Instead I’d managed to say “Same.” And he gave me a grin that made my heart race.
I mean, we’d been buddies for years – maybe not good buddies, our wives were really the better friends, but we’d become closer the more time we’d spent together. Now here we were: drunk, horny and alone, our illicit desires admitted and on the table.
“I’ve got some more beer back at my place,” he’d said once the bar had turned on the lights and shooed us out. And I tried to act like that was all it was gonna be: a few more beers with my bud, party time while the wives were away. So we went to his place and we cracked open the beers and joked around but there was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there before we’d come clean about our bi tendencies.
“Man, I feel disgusting, I’m gonna take a shower, is that cool?” he said.
“Sure,” I said.
“Just make yourself at home,” he said, pulling off his shirt as he walked away. I looked at his broad, muscular back and thought: Fuck, I want that. I can have that. And that was when excitement started to take over from anxiety.
I waited till he was in the shower then knocked on the door.
“You gotta piss?” he said through the rushing water.
“Yeah,” I said.
“It’s unlocked,” he said. I came in. I couldn’t see him through the opaque curtain. I hauled out my dick and pissed. I started to get hard.
“Brought you another beer,” I said. He shut off the shower. He pulled back the curtain and stepped out.
“Sweet,” he said. I listened as he stepped out of the shower and cracked open the beer. I finished pissing and tucked my hardon back into my pants, turned around to see him: wet, nude, and chugging from the beer. He put it down. Looked at me. Grinned.
“We gonna do this or what?” he said.
“What do you mean?” I said. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t be the one to say it.
“You know what I mean,” he said, and reached down to fluff his junk which was getting fatter by the second. “We’re both horny. We both like messing around with dudes. No one’s gonna know but us…”
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