I left Bob's house hurriedly dazed and confused. I had just given my first handjob and my arousal was so intense that I shot my load without touching my cock. Am I gay? I replayed the evening in my head while driving around not wanting to go home as I knew the phone would be ringing. Leaving Bob's house without talking to him after I stroked his cock dry probably wasn't the best play, but I was embarrassed and couldn't face him. Now after thinking about it, I started getting aroused again. No, this can't be happening. I like women. But Bob's cock felt so natural in my hand. I loved feeling its heat and the smooth texture of the shaft contrasted by the subtle contours of his cockhead. Why didn't I touch the head? It needed attention too. Why is my cock hard? My head is spinning. What am I going to do? How am I going to face Bob?
It's been an hour since I left and I was tired of driving around so I decide to go home and face the ringing phone. I walked up to my apartment door without noticing Bob sitting outside.
"John", startling me back to reality.
"We need to talk."
I was on auto pilot so I opened the door and we went in.
"Look John, our friendship means a lot to me and I don't want to jeopardize it."
"We were both drunk so let's chalk it up as a mistake and leave it at that."
"It's something between us and that's as far as it goes."
I got relaxed a bit but still stammered.
"Bob, I.. I.. don't want to lose you as a friend either."
"I am so confused and I don't know what to do."
We made eye contact for a moment both still embarrassed but agreed that we would talk in the morning when we were completely sober.
The phone rang early the next morning, it was Bob.
"Hey John, how you doing?"
I tried to act as if nothing happened between us and made small talk we agreed to get together at his place at noon. That left me three hours, plenty of time to think about what was going to happen. I got in the shower and started thinking about yesterday. I began to get hard thinking about the feel of Bob's hard cock in my hand. My hand was on automatic, matching the pace of the handjob I gave Bob yesterday it took me a few minutes before I had another intense orgasm. The water felt nice on my naked body. I turned up the hot a bit and sighed. I no longer felt confused about the situation. I really liked touching a guy's cock. Besides, it was my best friends and he wanted me too, so what's the problem?
I brought some beer with me and handed one to Bob when I walked up. He was under the hood of his wife's car.
"Thanks" he said, "Time for a break."
"You look good this morning; do you want to talk about yesterday?"
I told him everything was okay. I told him I liked touching and stroking his cock and if he was cool with it then I was too.
"Great, I'm done working on the car; I need another beer and a shower."
"Let's go inside."
