Matt and I sat at the comedy show laughing, loving every minute of the act. Sometimes I would look over at Matt laughing, and we'd make eye contact for a brief minute before cracking up again. Our seats were right next to each other and we were close, our legs only inches from touching.
Matt was just a friend from work and he'd invited me out to this show with him.
I thought nothing of it, we've hung out a few times, we even jam and play instruments together, so it was just another night out with my buddy. I smoked a blunt of weed on the car ride up, Matt not smoking but having a few drinks at the show, so we were both feeling pretty buzzed.
At one point i remember Matt crossing his legs, which caused his right leg to press up against my left leg, and he just left it there like nothing was wrong.
I felt my breathing tense up slightly and I looked over at him, but he looked straight at the stage, smirking at the show. My cock stiffened slightly and I felt my heart jolt in my chest. I knew i was bi-curious, and Matt had always been the subject of many of my sexual fantasies, but I would always snap out of those thoughts and push them away as something too perverse. There's no way that could happen. I'm straight, right? I like to tell myself, but Matt's leg felt very good up against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off his leg, and it made me think about the heat radiating off of his cock. Gulp, did i just think that?
The rest of the show was a blur. It got harder and harder (no pun intended) to pay attention to the show, random thoughts of lust and desire flashing through my head, Matt's leg now back in his seat, but his whole body very close to mine. Matt moved his left arm over to his right side and brushed his fingertips up and down my arm, just once, moving his hand back. "Oh, sorry about that," he said, so casually. There's no way that was an accident? I looked over at Matt and for the first time, i noticed how soft his lips looked. I was so close to Matt that i could feel his breath blowing on me. Hmm blowing. I began to think about being naked for some reason, my pants halfway over my ass, exposing my bubble butt. Matt's hands on me, caressing my ass, feeling my body, and... no no, stop thinking like that. And then... those hands again! Matt rested his right hand on my left leg, his fingertips just barely gripping at my inner thigh.
Mmmmm. It felt like electricity was coursing through my body. I moaned so softly that it couldn't be heard, biting my lip, but i quickly turned to Matt,
"What are you doing?" And he looked at me for a few seconds before removing his hand. "Oh, my bad," smiling again. And i felt my cock drip a few drops of pre cum. My head was starting to swirl.
When the show was over, we had to walk through a crowd of people to get back to my car. The crowd was dense, it was like moving through a wall of people, so it was hard to tell what was going on. Matt walked behind me and he kept very close to me, constantly bumping into me and pressing his whole body hard against mine. Mmmmm. I bit my lip again as i felt Matt's large body against me, his right hand on my hip, guiding me through the crowd. I felt Matt's fingertips brush against my right side, underneath my shirt a bit, running across the top of my boxers. I let out a louder moan and felt Matt's erection beginning to swell, as he kept close behind, guiding me through the crowd.