Orangeade
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So I had this friend in high school who I had a crush on, he claimed to be straight, but I always suspected he was gay, or at least bi, as did others. Anyway one night a bunch of friends spent the night at his house. I think we were drinking, and he didn't feel well, so he went and laid down on the bathroom floor. I had to pee so I went into the bathroom, he said I should just go pee. He would look the other way. He didn't wanna get off the bathroom floor. So I peed. When I was done, he turned over and asked if he could see it. So I turned around and showed him my dick. It was hard 'cause I had a pee hard-on. He asked me why it was hard. I said 'cause I had to pee. He said, "No, it's because I'm in here."
Then he asked if he could touch it. So I let him. Then I got down on the floor and laid down with him, and put one hand on his ass and tried to put the other hand down the front of his pants. I touched his cock, but he said "Not now." So I left the bathroom, and then later on in the night he asked me to come out on his front porch. I can't remember exactly what happened, but I think he unzipped his pants, and told me to play with it. Then he said I could put my mouth on it. His house is pretty secluded, but I still felt uncomfortable doing it outside.
So we went into his car, and I gave him a blow job. It was the first time giving anyone a blow job, but I think I did it pretty well. I deep throated a lot, and I could tell he loved it. He would have these orgasmic moans, and then start hitting the door of the car like it was too much for him to handle. Finally he came, and it was over. Then we walked back inside, and he curled up into a ball on his couch while the rest of us slept in his room. I wanted to cuddle with him, but he acted like he didn't want anything to do with me. Funny enough, after that next day, he never wanted to talk to me again. I don't know if I was just a reminder of his closeted homosexuality that he wanted to forget, or if he was just terrified I was going to tell someone. I remember feeling horrible that night. Yeah it was just sex, but I felt disposed of. Either way, it was a hot experience.
Then he asked if he could touch it. So I let him. Then I got down on the floor and laid down with him, and put one hand on his ass and tried to put the other hand down the front of his pants. I touched his cock, but he said "Not now." So I left the bathroom, and then later on in the night he asked me to come out on his front porch. I can't remember exactly what happened, but I think he unzipped his pants, and told me to play with it. Then he said I could put my mouth on it. His house is pretty secluded, but I still felt uncomfortable doing it outside.
So we went into his car, and I gave him a blow job. It was the first time giving anyone a blow job, but I think I did it pretty well. I deep throated a lot, and I could tell he loved it. He would have these orgasmic moans, and then start hitting the door of the car like it was too much for him to handle. Finally he came, and it was over. Then we walked back inside, and he curled up into a ball on his couch while the rest of us slept in his room. I wanted to cuddle with him, but he acted like he didn't want anything to do with me. Funny enough, after that next day, he never wanted to talk to me again. I don't know if I was just a reminder of his closeted homosexuality that he wanted to forget, or if he was just terrified I was going to tell someone. I remember feeling horrible that night. Yeah it was just sex, but I felt disposed of. Either way, it was a hot experience.
