I had been working at this office for about 2 years now. I was friends with several of the girls that worked there, and it was an easy job. One day, one of my friends said her friend would be starting that day, his name was Jerry.
Jerry walked in and he was a large guy, tall and kind of chubby, more built though, with a bald head and some facial hair, a goatee. We talked and introduced ourselves, and he seemed like a good enough person. One night though (work let out around 10 pm) Jerry needed a ride home from work, and I offered to take him home.
It was just a normal car ride to his house, which wasn't a far drive. We talked and laughed about work, and I mentioned how I smoked weed. He said he smoked and would be down to smoke sometime. I laughed and said "cool." We kept talking about different things, Jerry mentioned he had to go home and watch some shows he had recorded. I dropped him off and we parted ways, making my way back to my house.
The next day, I picked up this girl to take to work (she lived close, good friend of mine, I took her to work most days) I mentioned how I took Jerry home last night, and she asked what I thought of him.
"Nothing, why? Seems like an alright guy."
"He's gay, you know," she said.
I didn't know. But, just then I had a flashback to last night, and how he mentioned that he was going home to watch recorded soap operas from earlier in the day. I thought it was just a quirky thing, but now it made sense. I was a raging bi-curious (it was something I was struggling with), I knew it, but I guess I had no gaydar, because I wouldn't have thought Jerry was gay.
And anyways, Jerry was a big guy, I didn't like big guys like that, did I? I really had no idea, I was actually kind of lost, struggling to find my sexual identity.
The next few days at work, things were normal like usual, but for some reason, I kept kind of a close eye on Jerry, just wondering what he was all about. I noticed his large hands making phone calls and it made me feel very shy for some reason. Sometimes, I would walk up and down the aisles at work, to pass out papers, and I would turn around and catch Jerry's eyes on me, on my ass, it's almost like I could feel his eyes on me before I turned around. It would send shivers down my spine and made me feel so vulnerable, so curious.
A few days of this went by, and then Jerry said he wouldn't have a ride for the night, and asked if I wouldn't mind giving him a ride home again. I said I didn't mind, but for some reason, my heart was jumping around inside. This wasn't like last time, just a casual car ride. Now I knew something about Jerry, and I had felt his eyes on me. My body felt warm and flushed, waiting for us to be released from work.
We got out and walked to my car, hitting the highway towards Jerry's house. This time though, I was nervous to say much. I did my best no focus on driving, and Jerry seemed to notice.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, just, long day at work, ha."
"Yeah, I understand, I was there." We laughed for a minute together and then there was silence. "If you want, you can come back to my house for a minute, smoke some weed to knock the stress off." My mouth went dry and my heart started thumping.
"Sure," I said, gripping the steering wheel. Jerry lit up a cig and I looked over at him, he seemed to be puffing it on it extra slow for some reason.
We went inside Jerry's house, and walked to his room. He had a small room with a bed next to a computer, and a computer chair. A full length mirror nearby. He motioned me to sit on the chair, and he sat on the bed, grabbing a bong. I didn't know what to say or do, I just sat there silently as Jerry packed up the bong.
We puffed the bong and passed it back and forth a few times. Jerry reached his arm in front of me, and grabbed the mouse, pulling up some videos on Youtube. His arm was across my chest as he did this, and I didn't want to move back and roll his foot over with the chair. I sat there, frozen as his big arm laid across my chest, pulling up some funny videos. I gulped, nervously. ('Is his cock that big?' Oh god, I shouldn't be thinking that).
"You ok?" Jerry asked, pulling his arm away.
"Yeah, just good weed, haha," I said, nervously.
"Ok..."
Jerry packed another bong and we smoked it down, watching random videos and laughing. At this point I was very high. I felt a sense of expectancy for some reason, not sure what was going to happen.
Jerry and I talked a little, and then he said something, "I can tell you're bi, or maybe even gay, aren't you?"
"What? No? What do you mean?"
"Come on, I see what I saw in myself when I was your age. (Jerry was about 5 years older than me.) Why else would you be over here?" My heart was pumping.
"Um, to smoke weed, ha."
"Oh, come on." Jerry rested his hand on the side of my chair, close to me. "Look, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do, you can leave whenever, but maybe..." When he said this, he began running a finger up and down my arm, giving me chills. "Maybe we can find out if you're gay, or bi, or whatever. I'll put on one or two of my favorite videos, and we'll see what happens down here."
Jerry grabbed my cock when he said this, lightly. The anticipation of everything going on though, my dick was already half hard, I don't think Jerry expected that. I moaned under his touch. "Oh, wow, looks like you're already halfway there, huh?"
"Um..." I didn't know what to say. Jerry removed his large hand, putting it back on the chair. My body was flushed and hot now, my dick growing.
"S..s..sure," I stuttered out, "Put on whatever you want."
Jerry laid his arm across my chest again, and moved the mouse to his "favorites" and pulled up a video. The video started off with two guys kissing, in basketball shorts, they were grabbing at each other's cocks. I had watched gay porn before, but never with another person nearby, nobody at all knew about my fantasies, until now.
The guys made out on the screen, moaning and kissing, and my dick began to grow so hard, harder than I'd felt it in a long time. It pressed up against my jean zipper, throbbing. I wanted to touch it badly, but I just sat there, letting it pulse in my jeans. I didn't know what to do.
I looked over and Jerry was slightly reclined on the bed, he was reaching down and gently touching his cock through his shorts. I could see the outline of his bulge, and oh my god, it was just like Jerry, so big and thick, it was massive! I quickly shot my eyes back at the screen, imagining what Jerry's cock looked like under those shorts.
"It's ok, you can touch yourself if you want, it feels really nice," Jerry laid his hand back on my arm as he said this.
"O...ok, sure," I said back. Jerry removed his hand and began to softly stroke himself, through his shorts. I looked over and caught another glimpse, his dick was growing so massive through his shorts. The pornography was background noise at this point, I was so focused on the situation, on Jerry and my own aching cock.
