At 24 I had a girlfriend and never considered myself gay. I knew I was attracted to guys. I would get a woody wrestling around with my buddies. I’d even jack off to men’s workout mags. But to me gay meant having to stick it in the butt or worse, endure pain by taking it. So I knew by that definition I wasn’t gay. I kept having straight sex and getting off to my mags in private.
One of my buds was really touchy feely and loved to find any excuse to wrestle. He never seemed to care that we got aroused, saying it happens to everyone. One of those times we were in my apartment eating a pizza and drinking beer. I went to use the bathroom and came back to him eating my slices. I started eating his and found myself in a headlock. We wrestled for a few minutes and he said he needed to take his shirt off so he wouldn’t mess it up. He was wearing a $5 pink Floyd t-shirt. So I wondered why he was so worried about it. He told me to take mine off to. As I pulled it over my head he wrapped me in what I thought was a bearhug. I was about to retaliate but I realized he wasn’t squeezing. He kissed me. And I didn’t stop him. He asked me if I were ok. I nodded because I couldn’t talk. He said we were just doing what all guys do. We stood in the middle of the kitchen in an embrace, grinding with our basketball shorts still on. It was clumsy as I had no idea what I was doing. He smelled like Axe bodyspray.
He pulled down his shorts and underwear, hardon pointing to the sky. His naked body was shockingly beautiful, beads of sweat making it seem as if he were almost glowing. He put his hands on my waistband and made eye contact, again asking if I were ok. Instead of answering, i gave him a peck on the lips and guided his hands, pulling down my shorts and purposely exposing my naked body to another man for the first time in my life. He closed the space between us and I felt another shaft against mine.
It's hard to describe what I was feeling. We stood still but our dicks had a mind of their own. I don't know if mine has ecer jumped that much. He pressed further into me,breaking eye contact. His lips were kissing my neck. I could feel his chest hair with my pecs and nipples. He let out a deep moan into my neck and it felt like my entire body vibrated. I inhaled sharply and let out my own less-controlled moan.
He chuckled and asked if I liked what we were doing. I whispered an affirmative. This prompted him to reach down and grab both of our dicks in one hand, squeezing them together. This was yet another new sensation, causing me to react vocally again. I loved the feeling of all our body parts touching, especially our chests. He somehow sensed this and used his other hand to massage my peck and gently twist my nipple. I was a goofing mess as he kept pumping our members.
He told me he was about to cum, and this time it was he who lost control and let out a yelp. I pulled him in a tight hug and upon feeling the first warm splash, I growled and released my own load. We stood there, sweaty, breathing hard, recovering. Every now and again we'd hear a cum drop fall to the tile floor.
Eventually the heavy breathing stopped. Our hardons subsided. The butterfly kisses ceased. We went to clean up and napped in the couch. Over time we kept doing what I now know is frotting, and eventually became more skilled and less awkward.
