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This story is about my best friend from university - we met up after graduating years ago and had an interesting sexual encounter. Interesting purely because I always knew him to be straight, but a bit of alcohol was about to change that. This story is real, but I have taken the liberty to write creatively; however, it remains 80% factual.
College Catchup - Part 1
In the chilly embrace of the winter air, I found myself waiting outside a restaurant, anticipating Josh's arrival for our food and pub crawl. Josh and I had crossed paths at university, gradually forging a friendship through shared classes. I, the somewhat reserved 6-foot-tall gay otter, and he, the epitome of straight alternative. Although the only thing we shared was height, his presence exuded a captivating charm—his jawline sharp as a blade; blonde locks cascading in effortless waves, and so many people admired him. He was built like a strong rugby player with a huge chest. Though I harboured a subtle admiration for him, his heterosexuality and revolving door of relationships kept our connection platonic. Although on drunken nights, I always managed a sneak at him at the urinals, and I knew he was packing some heat for sure.
During our university years, Josh relocated to study closer to home - a two-hour flight away from where we met, limiting our encounters to sporadic visits. The last time we met, he introduced me to his then-girlfriend, a fleeting liaison that had since dissolved. It was this recent breakup that prompted his visit, opting to spend time within our city instead of seeking a refund for their planned ski trip. I suggested a night out when he made his way up, a chance to distract him from his troubles with a lively pub crawl around the city.
“Roman!" Josh voiced, soft as butter, cut through the brisk air from across the street. A grin spread across my face as I welcomed him with open arms. "Great to see you, man! How was the flight?" I inquired as we retreated from our embrace. “Yeah not bad man, but fuck it’s freezing” his breath forming fleeting clouds in the cold. I chuckled and led him into the warmth of the restaurant. As we sat down, I got to see his gorgeous face in the dim lighting. I couldn't help but admire his features—still had that stunning model look with a hint of stubble, and those piercing blue eyes.
We spent the night chatting and catching up over bottles of wine, some shots that we couldn’t handle, and Josh sneakedly ordered a cocktail for me because he knew I loved fruity things. We spoke about university memories we had, and I asked about his ex-girlfriend, which he was open about, and it didn’t dampen the mood. As the night went on, we decided to talk more personally while the odd rude joke about me sucking dick would pop up. Then, the drunken porn conversations popped up - I opened it up easily “what kind of porn categories do you watch? I feel like you’re an anime kind of guy”. Josh scrunched his face up “fuck no man, I’m into the girl-on-girl action or like dominating girls you know?”. We typically made sexual jokes all the time, even during our days at university, but we hadn’t spoken much about what we did to get off. Josh joked a fair bit about how he guessed I was into some kinky stuff, which I agreed with. Nothing too crazy, but I had retold a story of me being tied up to a chair, with nothing on but a eye mask, while some crazed bottom edged my cock and made me sniff poppers until I shot a fat load in his mouth. Josh chuckled as I told the story, and I guessed the wine made it sound funnier than it was.
We paid the bill and moved over to another bar, stumbling in but still managed to order a bottle. I was getting peckish and decided to order us some desserts – the place was fancy, and we had only popped in while they were closing. We kept chatting - drunk off our faces, until Josh said something that I’ve never heard him ever say before: “You know, I told er Liv, that um if I was ever to go gay, I’d do you and you only”. My ears perked, but I was so confused by the sentence that had just come out of his mouth nonchalantly that I completely missed it and jokingly said “Yeah, hahaha man I would too dude”. I looked into his eyes and felt a sense of awkwardness on my end. The moment was over in a second, and I thought nothing of it.
We decided the night was over, and we started to walk to his hotel. Josh was only in town for a couple of nights and decided to get a local place to stay. I was too drunk to drive home and left the car back at work, so he invited me to crash on the couch so I could sober up. When we walked into the apartment, Josh immediately pushed past me to get to the bathroom and shut the door. As I went to have a glass of water, I could hear muffled sounds of him throwing up - what a tosser, can’t even handle his alcohol. I heard the shower running and decided that was my chance to change into some comfortable clothes – I had been carrying my gym bag and managed to somehow keep it close to me the entire night despite being shit-faced. As I got changed, I heard the shower water stop running, and a few minutes later, Josh emerged wet with nothing but a towel around his waist.
I tried not to look over at his body, but it was stunning. Josh was built strong with massive muscles all over and but had no body hair except for his blonde pubes creeping up to his belly button. I had worked out a bit and was beefier, but he was a whole different breed. He went into the room, stumbling and shut the bedroom door to get changed. A few minutes passed, and I tried getting comfortable on the two-seater couch, but my legs were jammed in – being tall and hotel room couches - this wasn’t going to work, but I had to since he had taken the bed. As I was settling in, the bedroom door opened and Josh poked his head out – “Dude, you can come in here if you want – this bed is huge”.
I got up off the couch and stumbled into the room to see Josh under the covers, shirtless. I moved over to the side and started to take off my clothes to nestle in next to him. As I got comfortable, he switched off the lights, and we started to doze off to the sounds of the city seeping through the window of the room. What felt like a few minutes passed, and I felt some tossing on Josh’s side of the bed, which caused me to turn around and face him in bed.
Suddenly, I felt Josh leaning in closer to my face. My eyes were still shut, but I could sense his breath inching toward me, and my mind started to spiral. Is this happening? Is Josh trying to cuddle up to me? My heart pounded as his knee brushed gently against mine. A thousand thoughts raced through my head: This would be so weird if he kissed me right now. I mean—Josh? That would be insane. He’s straight. He would never even think about doing something like that. I’m just making this all up in my hea—
And then his lips were on mine.
This story is about my best friend from university - we met up after graduating years ago and had an interesting sexual encounter. Interesting purely because I always knew him to be straight, but a bit of alcohol was about to change that. This story is real, but I have taken the liberty to write creatively; however, it remains 80% factual.
College Catchup - Part 1
In the chilly embrace of the winter air, I found myself waiting outside a restaurant, anticipating Josh's arrival for our food and pub crawl. Josh and I had crossed paths at university, gradually forging a friendship through shared classes. I, the somewhat reserved 6-foot-tall gay otter, and he, the epitome of straight alternative. Although the only thing we shared was height, his presence exuded a captivating charm—his jawline sharp as a blade; blonde locks cascading in effortless waves, and so many people admired him. He was built like a strong rugby player with a huge chest. Though I harboured a subtle admiration for him, his heterosexuality and revolving door of relationships kept our connection platonic. Although on drunken nights, I always managed a sneak at him at the urinals, and I knew he was packing some heat for sure.
During our university years, Josh relocated to study closer to home - a two-hour flight away from where we met, limiting our encounters to sporadic visits. The last time we met, he introduced me to his then-girlfriend, a fleeting liaison that had since dissolved. It was this recent breakup that prompted his visit, opting to spend time within our city instead of seeking a refund for their planned ski trip. I suggested a night out when he made his way up, a chance to distract him from his troubles with a lively pub crawl around the city.
“Roman!" Josh voiced, soft as butter, cut through the brisk air from across the street. A grin spread across my face as I welcomed him with open arms. "Great to see you, man! How was the flight?" I inquired as we retreated from our embrace. “Yeah not bad man, but fuck it’s freezing” his breath forming fleeting clouds in the cold. I chuckled and led him into the warmth of the restaurant. As we sat down, I got to see his gorgeous face in the dim lighting. I couldn't help but admire his features—still had that stunning model look with a hint of stubble, and those piercing blue eyes.
We spent the night chatting and catching up over bottles of wine, some shots that we couldn’t handle, and Josh sneakedly ordered a cocktail for me because he knew I loved fruity things. We spoke about university memories we had, and I asked about his ex-girlfriend, which he was open about, and it didn’t dampen the mood. As the night went on, we decided to talk more personally while the odd rude joke about me sucking dick would pop up. Then, the drunken porn conversations popped up - I opened it up easily “what kind of porn categories do you watch? I feel like you’re an anime kind of guy”. Josh scrunched his face up “fuck no man, I’m into the girl-on-girl action or like dominating girls you know?”. We typically made sexual jokes all the time, even during our days at university, but we hadn’t spoken much about what we did to get off. Josh joked a fair bit about how he guessed I was into some kinky stuff, which I agreed with. Nothing too crazy, but I had retold a story of me being tied up to a chair, with nothing on but a eye mask, while some crazed bottom edged my cock and made me sniff poppers until I shot a fat load in his mouth. Josh chuckled as I told the story, and I guessed the wine made it sound funnier than it was.
We paid the bill and moved over to another bar, stumbling in but still managed to order a bottle. I was getting peckish and decided to order us some desserts – the place was fancy, and we had only popped in while they were closing. We kept chatting - drunk off our faces, until Josh said something that I’ve never heard him ever say before: “You know, I told er Liv, that um if I was ever to go gay, I’d do you and you only”. My ears perked, but I was so confused by the sentence that had just come out of his mouth nonchalantly that I completely missed it and jokingly said “Yeah, hahaha man I would too dude”. I looked into his eyes and felt a sense of awkwardness on my end. The moment was over in a second, and I thought nothing of it.
We decided the night was over, and we started to walk to his hotel. Josh was only in town for a couple of nights and decided to get a local place to stay. I was too drunk to drive home and left the car back at work, so he invited me to crash on the couch so I could sober up. When we walked into the apartment, Josh immediately pushed past me to get to the bathroom and shut the door. As I went to have a glass of water, I could hear muffled sounds of him throwing up - what a tosser, can’t even handle his alcohol. I heard the shower running and decided that was my chance to change into some comfortable clothes – I had been carrying my gym bag and managed to somehow keep it close to me the entire night despite being shit-faced. As I got changed, I heard the shower water stop running, and a few minutes later, Josh emerged wet with nothing but a towel around his waist.
I tried not to look over at his body, but it was stunning. Josh was built strong with massive muscles all over and but had no body hair except for his blonde pubes creeping up to his belly button. I had worked out a bit and was beefier, but he was a whole different breed. He went into the room, stumbling and shut the bedroom door to get changed. A few minutes passed, and I tried getting comfortable on the two-seater couch, but my legs were jammed in – being tall and hotel room couches - this wasn’t going to work, but I had to since he had taken the bed. As I was settling in, the bedroom door opened and Josh poked his head out – “Dude, you can come in here if you want – this bed is huge”.
I got up off the couch and stumbled into the room to see Josh under the covers, shirtless. I moved over to the side and started to take off my clothes to nestle in next to him. As I got comfortable, he switched off the lights, and we started to doze off to the sounds of the city seeping through the window of the room. What felt like a few minutes passed, and I felt some tossing on Josh’s side of the bed, which caused me to turn around and face him in bed.
Suddenly, I felt Josh leaning in closer to my face. My eyes were still shut, but I could sense his breath inching toward me, and my mind started to spiral. Is this happening? Is Josh trying to cuddle up to me? My heart pounded as his knee brushed gently against mine. A thousand thoughts raced through my head: This would be so weird if he kissed me right now. I mean—Josh? That would be insane. He’s straight. He would never even think about doing something like that. I’m just making this all up in my hea—
And then his lips were on mine.
