The lead-up to a first experience - Sex Stories

The lead-up to a first experience

... "Don't worry about it, but you were wrong. I wasn't starting anything." (But my cock was still hard.) There was no more to be said. I rolled onto my side and turned out the light again. Staying there on the edge of the bed with my back to Keith. After a minute or so, quietly, out of the dark, out of the silence: "I liked holding your hard cock" Now I was having same-sex fantasies again. I felt just a little ashamed every time I'd wanked off looking at men. So I didn't want to admit to my occasional indulgence in that forbidden realm. Even though he'd just admitted the same thing to me. Maybe a lot of men think about it. But I'd never acted out. Except for the masturbating. But Keith was my friend and he'd been so honest with me... I wanted him not to feel like he had shared too much. Didn't want him to think we weren't still 'good'. I spoke without turning back towards him. "I've wondered about what it would be like with a guy, too. More than once. But we're both married and we need to keep our heads straight." I felt down and even now my erection hadn't subsided. Fuck. Now I was horny and desperately wanted a wank to relieve the tension. But there was no way I was going to do it in a shared bed. Or go to the bathroom... too obvious. Even though I'd basically shot him down, I guess my reply was a little bit of an opening... if I'd just said something negative, maybe it would have ended there. But I'd told him I had a ...

... similar fantasy. In a little while I felt Keith's fingertips, just faintly, touching my back. I said nothing and didn't move away. Felt his hand moving down and touching my ass. Again, I didn't stop him. This was the final tacit invitation. And an admission to myself that we were probably about to explore something. His hand cupped my butt-cheek and I felt him moving closer. I'd never fantasized about getting fucked and didn't want to give him the impression I'd be into that... so I rolled over onto my other side. Now we were close. In the middle of the big bed, facing each other in the dark. I felt Keith's hand touching my erection again. I pulled away again, but this time it was so that I could quickly pull down my boxers and get back to him naked. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but this - this stripping bare and lying close to Keith with my cock as stiff as could be - it was the final admission, to myself and to him... we were going to have some form of gay sex. And that I wanted it. Was inviting it. Right there, right then. Keith also quickly took off his pyjama bottoms and then lay close to me. His hand ran down my side... from my shoulder, down my arm and rested on my hip. My hand went to his hip as well and we pulled each other towards ourselves. I felt my hard cock touching his. His hard cock touching mine. We pressed ourselves tighter and they rubbed, length against length. "What shall we do?"