Kissing Michael

At that moment I wanted him to kiss me desperately and from the stirring inside my jeans, my cock wanted it too. “I don’t mind,” I managed to say, my heart beating hard and fast inside my chest. I swallowed and looked to the ground. I was going out on a limb here and this could all easily backfire in my face. Then I would be outed as the fag that I was. The thought of that happening terrified me.

“That’s good. So,” he hesitated. “You wouldn’t mind if I kissed you? If you do, just tell me to fuck off, man. I’ll understand. But I noticed you back at the party and well…I felt a little something between us.”

Hell yes I wanted him to kiss me. This was like a fucking dream come true. I was a complete virgin; I hadn’t even been touched up to this point in my young gay life.

I leaned in to Michael and he did the same. I wasn’t sure what to do next so I let him take the lead hoping that he’d had some experience.