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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 18
This all started 2 weeks ago at my friends house party (call him Josh)
Before I start though, just know that I'm a bisexual make, but I'm closeted and everyone thinks I'm a straight "lady-slayer"
So Josh had this party, and drunkenly confessed to me that he was bisexual, but asked me not to tell anyone.
Fast forward about 30 minutes and he's kissing me up in his bedroom. We heard someone coming though so we stopped.
Later that night though, things escalated. I tried sucking a dick for the first time, and we both lost our virginity.
In the end we agreed that no one could ever know about it and that it couldn't happen again.
Well, I then noticed over the next two weeks that I couldn't stop thinking about him. Everything I saw reminded me of him. I would fall asleep at night and dream about him and I being together. Literally every waking moment was spent thinking about him. I accidentally fell in love.
The only problem was, things were awkward between us. The only time we would see each other would be weekends during the day at work and conversation was kept to a minimum
Anyways, fast forward again to last night.
(More back story: I'm good friends with his mother and work with her as well)
Josh's mom invited me over for some predrinks before we'd go out bowling and then to the pub. I agreed instantly for the small chance that I would get to see Josh.
See Josh I did.
He ended up drinking with us, and then asked me if I could go upstairs with him to talk to me.
We sat alone upstairs and he said "Kenny, I'm not like this. I'm straight"
(I felt devastated)
But then he looked at me, leaned in and kissed me hard. I returned the kiss and then he started groping me.
Again though, we heard someone coming so we stopped.
Later that night, we went for a walk outside and we started kissing again. (He made the first move), and as shameful as it is, we repeated everything again outside.
When he finished, he insisted that we walk back to his house in separate directions so no one would suspect anything. I foolishly obliged and when I got back, he was no where to be seen.
As it turns out, he walked to his cousins house and stayed there with him.
I saw him at work today and he smiled at me, (my heart felt like it stopped) but we acted like everything was normal.
My confession is I guess: I can't stop thinking about my friend. I've never been in love with a guy before this and the idea terrifys me.
Before I start though, just know that I'm a bisexual make, but I'm closeted and everyone thinks I'm a straight "lady-slayer"
So Josh had this party, and drunkenly confessed to me that he was bisexual, but asked me not to tell anyone.
Fast forward about 30 minutes and he's kissing me up in his bedroom. We heard someone coming though so we stopped.
Later that night though, things escalated. I tried sucking a dick for the first time, and we both lost our virginity.
In the end we agreed that no one could ever know about it and that it couldn't happen again.
Well, I then noticed over the next two weeks that I couldn't stop thinking about him. Everything I saw reminded me of him. I would fall asleep at night and dream about him and I being together. Literally every waking moment was spent thinking about him. I accidentally fell in love.
The only problem was, things were awkward between us. The only time we would see each other would be weekends during the day at work and conversation was kept to a minimum
Anyways, fast forward again to last night.
(More back story: I'm good friends with his mother and work with her as well)
Josh's mom invited me over for some predrinks before we'd go out bowling and then to the pub. I agreed instantly for the small chance that I would get to see Josh.
See Josh I did.
He ended up drinking with us, and then asked me if I could go upstairs with him to talk to me.
We sat alone upstairs and he said "Kenny, I'm not like this. I'm straight"
(I felt devastated)
But then he looked at me, leaned in and kissed me hard. I returned the kiss and then he started groping me.
Again though, we heard someone coming so we stopped.
Later that night, we went for a walk outside and we started kissing again. (He made the first move), and as shameful as it is, we repeated everything again outside.
When he finished, he insisted that we walk back to his house in separate directions so no one would suspect anything. I foolishly obliged and when I got back, he was no where to be seen.
As it turns out, he walked to his cousins house and stayed there with him.
I saw him at work today and he smiled at me, (my heart felt like it stopped) but we acted like everything was normal.
My confession is I guess: I can't stop thinking about my friend. I've never been in love with a guy before this and the idea terrifys me.
