"Oh yea?" I said, poking my finger in my best friend's chest. I had angrily sprung from my bed and leaned over him before I realized what I was doing. Chris and I were in town to attend the marriage of a college friend and really hadn't seen each other in nearly a year. We had gone our separate ways after finishing college, so we decided to room together during the weekend festivities to catch up on old times.
We had really just arrived, unpacked and was just reclining on our respective beds reminiscing about college, old girlfriends and such. There were two double beds in the hotel room. He picked one and I got the other. So we each kicked back and started talking when I brought up the story about an ugly girl he dated once. It always made him mad when I brought it up so he called me gay. Well, I told him I wasn't.
But when we were in college and were having one of those tell all moments. I had asked him if he ever fantasized about guys. He actually had nodded that he had indeed fantasized about man sex too but he always pointed out that I had brought it up first. We dropped that uncomfortable discussion at the time but ever since then he'd bring it up when he wanted to get the best of me. So here we were, just like old times.
He looked up at me with a grin on his face. "Well, it's true. You asked me had I ever thought about having sex with a guy when we were in college. I might have dated an ugly gal once, but you're gay."
Silence hung in the room for a moment. There was a time when I'd have backed off and let him get away with it. But as he continued to lay on his back and grin, I placed my hands on either side of him and leaned over, right in front of his face. "I might have brought up the fantasy thing but at least I was honest enough with you to admit I had thought about it."
His smile began to dissolve as I continued. "Sure I've thought about it and I confided in you. Since I'd never had sex with a guy before, I knew that if I ever did, it would have to be with you or no one else; ever, 'cause you're my best friend. And all you can do is make fun of it."
There was another long bit of silence. "Hey dude." He finally said. "You know I had thought about it too. You know I'm just messing with you."
"But you never said or did anything."
"Hey, man you didn't either."
He didn't smile and neither did I. We had always shared our innermost secrets and here we were, face to face sharing our most intimate secret; but neither dared to move first. The silence was deafening.
Suddenly, a burning desire began to build within me. It started with a stirring inside my jeans. My breathing became heavier. Then the burning slowly enveloped me, spreading across my groin and moving to my stomach and chest. My arms which supported me above my friend began to tremble slightly. Part of my trembling was fear, but I knew the other part was lust. Fear usually won but my lust was building.
Chris and I continued to stare into each others eyes as if trying to read each others thoughts. Had he just insinuated he would like to have sex too but was just as afraid to make a move as I was?
Without thinking my lust suddenly took over. I no longer cared. I lowered myself closer and my lips met his. The kiss was soft and sensual, much softer than I expected. I had imagined kissing another man would be rough and rugged. But his lips were soft as they moved to meet mine. I almost expected him to push me away as I wondered what he was thinking, what would he do, what would he say, had he always wanted it as much as I?
My questions were answered when his tongue pierced my mouth, searching for a mate. When our tongues found each other they twirled and entwined around each other in a forbidden dance. Our lips continued to press against each other, kissing, probing, nibbling and caressing. I was just as afraid to stop as I was to start.
Soon I felt Chris run his fingers through my hair as we kissed. My breathing quickened. He moaned softly into my mouth. We had reached a point of no return. My hand slowly found its way down the length of his body and lightly brushed over the front of his jeans. There it was, his dick; straining against the fabric creating a large bulge in front.
We continued to kiss as I undid his jeans. I felt his hands unbuttoning my shirt which I let slip off my shoulders. His underwear was now visible as I unzipped his jeans. Finally our lips parted as we breathed heavily, catching our breath for the first time.
Chris spoke first. "I want you." With that I grabbed the t-shirt he was wearing and slipped it over his head. But what I really wanted was to explore what was still in his jeans. Chris obliged by lifting his hips, slipping his pants and underwear off simultaneously. Seeing his naked body on the bed before me caused me to freeze as I drank in the wondrous sight. His muscles were chiseled from years of sports; his cock was hard and about the same size as mine. I looked down. He was staring at my biceps I had developed from weight lifting until I saw his gaze fall to the bulge in my own pants.
