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Back when my youthful horniness was at its peak, I found myself at a crossroads with my sexuality. I had only hooked up with girls, however, I often caught myself fighting off feelings of sexual excitement at the thought of my best friend, Ryan. While I considered myself to be straight, I felt moments of weakness in the locker room after soccer practice. Although we would never get fully naked in front of each other, Ryan and I would strip down to our boxers to change from our gym shorts into our street clothes, and vice versa. On several occasions, I couldn’t help but notice that Ryan’s boxers fit loosely over his skinny legs. When we were sitting, if I looked at just the right angle, I could sometimes catch a nonchalant glimpse of Ryan’s compact ball-sack as he lifted one leg into his jeans, and then the other. In these moments, I would isvecbahis feel strong urges of longing. I would envision taking Ryan’s cock into my hand, and letting it grow firm and hot in my closed palm. In my guilty fantasies, I would put the base of Ryan’s cock against my face, feeling the warmth of it on my cheek. Finally, I would lick his throbbing manhood from the base of his shaft, slowly up to the tip of his dick’s swollen head.Convinced that these idle daydreams would remain just that, one day Ryan called me out of the blue to ask if I would take his sister, Beth, to a mixer at her community college.“She doesn’t have a date,” he stated. “If you took her to the dance, we could hang out later back at my place and throw back some adult beverages.” I had absolutely no interest in taking Ryan’s socially inept sister to this mixer, but isveçbahis giriş I said I would, frankly, because I couldn’t think of an excuse fast enough. As anticipated, the mixer was awkward and boring. We left the dance at around 11, but since Beth wasn’t particularly popular, we went straight home rather than hitting the after-party scene.Ryan had already started drinking by the time I arrived back at his place. Claiming exhaustion, Beth went off to her bedroom, leaving Ryan and me to our own devices. “I’m drinking screw-drivers… Want One?” I greedily accepted Ryan’s offer and, after several drinks, we decided to take the vodka and OJ up to Ryan’s room. Sitting on Ryan’s bed drinking, I noticed something I’m not sure I was supposed to.“Is that a naked dude on the cover of that magazine?” I exclaimed, noticing a glossy photo of a half isveçbahis yeni giriş naked man. The magazine was partially hidden under Ryan’s bed.“Oh shitt, yeah…” Ryan stuttered, trying to find the right words. “I’m not really ashamed of it, man. I guess… I guess sometimes, I just feel like looking at pictures of guys.”Silence enclosed the room like a blanket. I felt my heart pounding against my rib cage. Wanting to admit that I felt the same way, but not brave enough to take this step, I instead said nothing. Eventually, I broke the silence: “Yeah…Don’t be ashamed about it. To be honest, I feel the exact same way. I don’t really want to kiss a guy or have sex with a dude, but sometimes I do picture jerking off with a guy, or even maybe giving a guy head or something.”I couldn’t believe my ears. I had admitted it. My deepest secret verbalized for the first time. I felt naked, exhilarated, and excited all at once. There, sitting on Ryan’s bed, drinking screw-drivers in the dark, we realized that we shared a similar burning curiosity.Then, the unthinkable happened.
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