I've been an off-and-on reader for a little over a year.
I'm not really sure how it happened, but I have managed to cheat on my girlfriend of two years with a mere acquaintance. Some say that you should cheat on someone after they've cheated on you to get even. But it never really makes things better, just more unsettled.
But I digress. My friend Rich and I went out to eat a local restaurant where I knew one of the waitresses from our high school, and he had an acquaintance from his old work. As it turned out his acquaintance was a 'recovering homosexual turned Christian.'
(Side note: guys, there is no way to recover from it. There has always been and will continue to be a need to fool around with the same sex.)
Now, I will be the first to admit that I didn't pay all that much attention to him, being that I wasn't all that thrilled about him first coming over to our table, and then inviting himself over to Rich's apartment to watch a movie with us.
After arriving at Rich's apartment, the acquaintance, Damin, sat down in a chair and asked if either one of us would give him a backrub. After exchanging a look with Rich, I volunteered. (The back story on this is that Rich is a Christian but still harbors attractions to men...Damin being one of the main ones.) I began to rub his shoulders. Soon he was pulling down his shirt a little, claiming that I could get a better angle.
Next thing I become aware of was his cheek rubbing up against my hand, and him guiding my hand down his chest and around his hardened nipples. He kept looking at me. It was difficult to fight the conflicting emotions. On top of all else, Rich was not even five feet away, gazing intently at the TV.
After switching positions, he sat down in a chair and I sat on the floor beside him with a blanket over his lap and my hand. Before long my hand was in his lap, tugging down his zipper and playing with his penis and walnut-sized testicles. As I jerked him off, all I could think of was his penis in my mouth and me swallowing his load.
Shortly thereafter, the movie came to an end and I made a quick exit from the apartment. He has my cell number, but I think his guilt trip is taking over.
Thanks for listening to my ranting.