Under the table, with his other hand, he got my hand and placed it on his groin, massaging his cock over his trousers. I felt my 7 inch cock grow in size, and he felt my jeans get tighter. He came over and sat next to me, and placed his hand on my knee, before slowly inching it upwards towards my thigh. One day, we were both at the pub with some friends, and we were relatively drunk. He thought I was bi, even though I denied it when he once asked me, and I knew he had his eye on me. I had always had my eye on him, but with my girlfriend, I felt too embarrassed and guilty to tell her or do anything with him, even if it was known only to the two of us. He didn't go around parading it to everyone, but those who knew him knew he was gay. I was always in touch with one person from school, and he was openly gay.
There was only one way to find out though. I had a girlfriend, and I loved her, which made me think I was bisexual instead. I then swallowed it all and we both knew what was coming next. He saw me doing this and told me to open my mouth, as he spat into my mouth before putting his dick back in my mouth, gently moving it back and forth, allowing his own cum to swallow his cock. I sped up as he shot a load straight into my mouth and I kept it in there, moving it around my mouth and enjoying its sticky, slimy texture, its salty taste.
