Date: Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:38:49 +0000
From: Kieran McCauley <wallymodo@gmail.com>
Subject: adult friendships; michael-and-oliver-2

This story is semi-fiction

Usual rules apply; must be over eighteen or at least the legal age in your
jurisdiction. Otherwise, enjoy!

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"What do you mean?" I said, furiously blushing. I unfortunately have a
serious blush problem - the slightest embarrassment and I go as red as a
tomato! So basically that was my giveaway. "You know damn well what I mean,
don't play dumb!" he said. I didn't know whether he was angry or not. "No I
don't" I said, maintaining my innocence, lying blatantly. "You're red again
which means you know what I'm talking about!" he sad, triumphantly. " I
thought it was a dream but when I woke u half naked . . I stirred in my
sleep last night and half woke up and there was someone pulling down my
jocks . . Obviously it was you, I thought I was dreaming though!" he said. I
groaned. He had stirred when I began to pull down his trousers. I dismissed
it at the time but obviously he got a glimpse of me. "So you're a fag?" he
said. I couldn't look him in the eye so I stared at the ground. "Yeah" I
mumbled. "Huh" he said, turning away and looking out the window.

"Please don't tell anyone, I don't . . . I don't wanna be like this and I am
- I was - living a lie and I wanna keep living a lie" I said, almost crying.
My family would disown me. I'd lose all my friends. I couldn't deal with
that. So, long ago, I had decided to keep u my charade. Yeah it might not be
the perfect life but I'm a people pleaser. If they want me to be straight,
I'll be straight. "Yeah, okay" he sighed. "You're my best friend, if you
wanna keep this bottled up you can". I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged
him tight. "Thanks, man" I said. He leaned against the counter. "But surely
its not good for you to keep this bottled up?" he said, concerned. I nodded.
"Probably not but what choice do I have?" I sighed, running a hand over my
weary face. There was a few seconds silence and then he approached the thing
I was dreading most about anyone finding out; the curiosity about my
sexuality. He began with little questions but they soon turned raunchy. "So
what have you done with guys?" he said, obviously bursting to ask me.
"Truthfully?" I said, timidly. "Nothing". He gasped. "Nothing at all?" he
asked. I shook my head. "But then . . . No offence . . . But how do you know
you're gay?". I chuckled. "You just know don't you? I mean, you just know
you're straight, you haven't been with a guy. It's the same for me".
"Yeah..." he said, hesitantly. I looked up surprised. "You... you haven't been
with a guy?" I said, hardly daring to think it. "No! No, its just... no its
nothing" he said, staring into space.

I had a sudden inspiration. I walked over and gently touched the side of his
face. He looked up, with puppy dog eyes. "I'm not gay" he said, pushing my
hand away. "Are you sure?" I said, persisting, taking his beautiful face in
my hands and forcing him to look me in the eye. He said nothing my a few
seconds. "Yes" he muttered. I ignored him and kissed him full on the lips.
He pulled away. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?" he yelled. "I thou-" I
stammered. "Yeah well you thought wrong" he fumed, and stormed off into the
living room. I followed him after ten seconds, unable to bear the tension
between us. "I'm sorry" I gushed, bursting into the room. He was sitting on
the couch. In tears. "Wh-what's wrong?" I stuttered. In all our years as
friends not once had I seen him cry. "I've always liked girls" he sobbed.
"Always". I sat down beside him. "Yeah. I know. It's okay, I just thought
you wanted to, it doesn't matter". He turned to look at me, his hair tossed
and tears staining his face. "But that's the problem - I do want to" he
said, sniffing. I couldn't hide my surprise. I began to stammer a reply but
he kissed me this time.

I lay back on the couch and he lay on top of me, kissing me and groping my
pecks. He stopped suddenly, pushing himself up with his elbows and staring
at me. "I've wanted this for so long" he said. "I just didn't wanna accept
it". I stroked his face lovingly. "It doesn't mean you're gay" I said,
kissing him. "You might just be curious". We fell into a passionate clench
and rolled over onto the floor. He began to rip my clothes off. "This is so
weird... so weird..." he muttered, under his breath. When he had finally taken
off all of my clothes he stared hungrily at my body for a minute. My cock
was already rock hard. "I don't really know what to do" he confessed,
blushing slightly. I grinned. "Well as I told you... I've no experience
either!". He laughed. "Okay well I presume I need to be naked too?" he said,
with an adorable grin on his face. I helped him strip. So hot, I thought. He
lay down beside me. My heart was beating faster than I thought possible. We
turned and looked at each other. "This is so weird!" he said, yet again. I
nodded and smiled. We checked out each other's cocks. His was thick, about 6
inches I'd say, with a trimmed bush of dark pubes. His balls were not the
biggest but hey, I've never been with a guy I'll take whatever comes my way.
I was about the same length but thinner, my balls were bigger though. My
pubes were just as dark but not trimmed, and a trail led down to them from
my naval. "So..." said Michael, bringing me back to my senses. "Are we really
gonna do this?". I nodded. "I think so, what do you think?". He grinned and
leaned in for a kiss...



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