First attempt at creative writing. Please be kind. This is a true story.
I had worked with Mike for a couple of years in a video store in a college town in the Midwestern part of the US, we would both end up as alumni of this university. I would say it was about 1987 give or take and Mike was a true cinephile and being far and away the smartest two people that worked at this store at the time it was only natural that we would bond over our shared love of film and eventually the nightly bar specials. Eventually we would both graduate and Mike would take another job in retail and move to the closest big city next to the college town and become more involved with the gay scene there. Before he did that he and I went out one last time and he told me that he was gay. Even though he had told me more than a handful of guy-girl sex stories over the years I had more of less concluded he might be gay as no 22 year old guy would describe one of our video offerings as "cute." Mike was in the process of coming out and since I was one of his closest friends at the time I think it was cathartic for him to tell me as he moved into being an openly gay man.
Several years later in about 1992 Mike came back to town and we decided to go drinking and sort of relive old times. I was still living in that college town with my mother and even though he lived less than an hour from me we didn't talk all that much. We ended up more than a bit buzzed and ended up in my room watching something I had taped off TV that I thought he might be interested in. I soon changed out the VHS tape to something quite a bit more explicit and we ended up laying in my twin bed side by side both of us buzzed with the porn on mute. Even though Mike was in a new relationship at the time I think the buzz made him pretend to be asleep but throw his arm around my mid-section and "pretend" to be asleep/passed out. I knew immediately that he was faking this but since at this time I had a relatively limited amount of sexual experience I was either too drunk or too powerless to make this awkward move to hook up go away.
In his pretend drunken stupor, his hands started to roam and explore my chest and stomach and eventually he would make it down to my cock, first on the outside of my clothing and then very quickly with his bare hand against my bare skin and he was greeted with me being at full attention. Since we both were now pretending that this wasn't happening and because of my incredible impatience with pretty much everything I started to give him what he wanted, which at the time was full view and instead of him stroking me, I did it myself. His gaze was transfixed to me doing this and he stared intently even with his glasses off as I stoked myself off for several minutes, never finishing and eventually getting out of bed and moving to the couch in my living room. I then spent the next six months or so reliving these events in my head and coming to grips with the reality of what had happened and how I had not stopped it but had actively encouraged it in that drunken state.