I am eighteen, just graduated from high school this year, and I had a gay affair with a student teacher from my school. One day I was out walking, and I happened to go past this little cottage. I didn't know that it vwas where Dave, who was a student teacher at my school, lived. He saw me, and we started talking. While we were standing there, it started raining, so he invited me in. He fixed some coffee and we sat on the sofa and continued talking. He was barefoot and invited me to take my shoes off if I wanted. So I did, and we put our feet up on the cofee table. It was nice sitting there being relaxed like that. I really wasn't thinking about anything really. He asked if I was seeing any girls, and I said that I wasn't. Then he asked if I was maybe friendly with any guys. I was a little surprised, and told him that I wasn't gay. He said that he pretty much figured that, but was just wondering. Then he casually mentioned how sometimes he didn't mind being close with a guy friend whenever the occasion permitted, although he did not consider himself to be gay. He said that sometimes it could just be nice to enjoy that sort of male-closeness.
I had never really thought about it before, at least not in that way. So being fair about it, I said that I could see what he meant, that it didn't have to necessarily be a gay thing. He smiled, and he slipped his arm around behind my shoulders. I don't know. It didn't seem like a big deal, so I did the same to him, and we sat there like, feeling comfortable and relaxed. Actually, I thought that it was sort of neat seeing what it was like to be close to another guy, especially without having to worry about looking gay.
We talked some more as we sat there, with him saying how pleasant this was, and with me agreeing and basically liking it. Then, he slowly leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I just let him do that. It just seemed friendly, and I didn't object. We both smiled and we did another kiss, letting it be a tiny bit more amorous, with me quite willingly kissing him back. I thought that it was interesting getting to do this with another guy, and to see what it was like. In a way it seemed a tiny bit strange, but it was also very interesting and I had no problem in particpating. We did a few more fairly amorous kisses, and I felt it giving me an erection, which was not altogether unexpected exactly, and it certainly encouraged me. He asked if this was getting me as turned on as him, and I admitted that it was. Dave suggested that we go into his bedroom and continue there. He said that it would nice if we took off our clothes, and he began to get undressed. In just a moment, he was standing there naked, displaying a sizable hard on. I went ahead and got undressed, showing him my erection. We hugged and kissed and climbed on the bed, stretching out, kissing some more, with our hands caressing and fondling each others erection. I found the shred masculinity quite exciting and extremely satisfying in a way that I had never experienced before. He took my penis into his mouth to suck on a little, and I tried doing the same to him. Finally he said that he was going to slip on a condom. So he got up to get one, and came back to put it on. I was a little hestitent, but I rolled onto my stomach while he sat on my legs. Then I felt the firmness of his organ pressing against my tight anal opening and slowly push all the way in. I can tell you that it really made me draw in a breath and tense up. After a moment, though, I relaxed and was surprised by how unbelievably stimulating this was. Very gently, he began to fuck me. I was enthralled by the senation of his hard penis sliding through my butt hole and going deep inside of me. Again, I had never experienced anything like this, and I was so taken by it. Finally, after several minutes, I felt him stop moving and I heard him moan, and I knew that he was ejaculating and doing it fully inside of me. It was incredible. When he finally finished and pulled out, I rolled over and he proceded to masturbate me to a fantastic climax.
We cuddled for a few minutye, got cleaned up, and went back to have some more cofee without bothering to get dressed. After about an hour, the rain stopped, so I got dressed and left. I guess that I was feeling in a somewhat different mood, because I just carried my shoes and walked home barefoot. The whole time I was still surprised by what I had just done, and I felt pleased with myself for having actually been uninhibited enough to try it. The tenderness that I felt was a reminded that it had really happened, and I liked that. When I got home, my mom was there. She sort of noticed my being barefoot, and smiled, and asked me how my day had gone. I said fine, and acted perfectly normal about it. Over the next few days I sort of wondered if this wasn't somehow going to make me gay. I decided that it wasn't, although I did think about my experience and liked it. Actually, it was kind of a turn on, and I masturbated while thinking about it. Then, I decided to go back over to his house. Which I did. And we made love again, and it was so fulfilling and wonderful. Definitely not gay, but sometimes it sure does feel good to be close to another guy.