How my birthday away became a gaycation. [MM]

I had known G since elementary school. We met in 3rd grade a became inseparable.

When we younger, he was staying at my house overnight. We snuck out to meet girls but they wouldn’t let us go past first base. We snuck back into my house feeling defeated. We couldn’t figure out what was wrong with us. Why were other boys so good with girls and we weren’t. The only conclusion we could come up with was that we were terrible kissers. There was really no way to know. But, I had an idea. We could know. We would just kiss each other, if it was super weird, then we would know our problem. He was reluctant, but eventually we kissed.

After a few seconds we stopped. We pulled away. I was surprised by how flustered it made me.
“I don’t think you are a bad kisser.” I said.
G started talking . “I don’t think you are one either. I mean, but maybe the girls are different maybe they like different things maybe they…”
I interrupt him

“Hey. Stop talking. has anyone ever told you that you talk to much?” I said.

“…yeah” he says.
Thats when I leaned forward and kissed him again. We made out all night.

When we were 18 we went to different colleges in our home town. It cut back on how often we could hang out and it was hard for both of us, although we wouldn’t admit it. So, we decide to go to Houston to see a band we liked. After the show, we got a late diner and decided we were too tired to drive all the way home. We got a cheap hotel and fell asleep in our boxers arranged like spoons, pointing away from each other.

In the middle of the night I was stirred awake. G was close behind me, softly dry humping me. His hard cock rubbing my boxers right where my taint meets my balls. I didn’t move at first. I didn’t know what to do. I did realize that some part of me really enjoyed it. My cock got bigger, harder. I continued to pretend to sleep. After a few minutes remaining motionless, I shifted in my sleep. Pretending to just be a restless sleeper. I pulled my boxers down to the middle of my thighs. Hoping that he would think that I thought this was all a dream. For a minute nothing happened. I began to worry I spooked him. But eventually, he pulled his cock out and start pushing it between my thighs. Slow. Soft. Delicate. Careful. Sometimes he would pull it out and rub it against my taint before putting it back between my thighs. I could hear him moaning softly behind me. I couldn’t admit it then, but I loved it. I loved it so much my own pre-cum started leaking onto my boxers. Then, he shot his load between my legs and I fell back asleep with his cum soaking my taint.

The next day on our drive home, he was a little weird.

“So listen. I wanted to talk about last night.” He said. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Oh come on, I know you know. And I think we really need to talk about … this.” G was pretty insistent but I wasn’t having it. I just responded with

“G. Stop talking. Anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”

“…yeah” he said. I turned up the radio and it was never brought up again.

Right before I was 26, G decided we needed a giant party. It felt like the last big opportunity to really party since I was getting married soon and had decided to not have a bachelors party. By this time in my life, all my friends where scattered around the US and we decided the most convenient place to meet was Atlanta. He booked a week in ATL at a really fancy AirBnB and bought my plane ticket along with his. Only, there was a problem. My other friends couldn’t stay an entire week. They had kids, families, jobs with more restrictions. They could only stay half the week. But, G and I had already booked our flights and put some money down on the AirBnB. We decide to stick it out in ATL the entire week.

The first half of the week was fun. We had lots of drinks and laughs and it was good to see old friends. But, I was glad when they all got on their planes and left. I couldn’t party like I used to. I was tired of going out every night. I needed some time to relax and recover. The first night that it was just G and I, we went and got sushi and decided to buy some liquer and bring it back to the AirBnB. By 9 o’clock we were on the back porch in the hot tub. A little buzzed and laughing about everything the way we always had. But G was acting a little different. He sitting across from me in the hot tub and his legs kept brushing against me – definitely on purpose. Whenever he moved around the tub, he made every excuse to touch me. I kept having flashbacks of us in the hotel room years before. Finally, once he had enough to drink he started talking.

“Listen. I need to confess something to you.” He said.
“Uh. Yeah. Sure.”

“I knew everyone would have to leave early and it would just be us here alone… for days.”

“Oh okay. Thanks?”

He takes a deep breath. I knew this look. Something serious was happening.

“Ive been planning this since you got engaged. I just.. I needed…..You know. I’ve been desperately in love with you since Jr High. You have to know that. And… I think you have similar feelings. You just cant admit it.”

I was pretty stunned at his forwardness. He had obviously thought this out.

“I know you wont break off your engagement to be with me. Thats obvious and I’ve accepted that. But, I wanted to at least try to have a few days where we…. had the relationship I think we should have always had.”

In a way, I knew he was right. I don’t think I could have even admitted it to him but I loved him as well. Maybe if things were different. Maybe if we grew up in a more liberal part of the country or with different parents. Maybe if I just wasn’t such a fucking coward we could have been together long ago. But, that wasn’t the way things were now. And that wasn’t the way things would be.

I get out of the hot tub. I tell him it’s all too much for me. I was going to go take a shower, rinse off and get my head straight. Maybe we could talk about this more in the morning when we hadn’t been drinking. I walked down the hall still soaking wet, thinking about everything I’ve secretly thought about doing with him. All the times I jerked off thinking about him. All the time that I was hanging with my various GFs wishing he was around to joke with.

I get to the shower and turn on the giant faucet. It was the kind of shower with three huge shower heads up top. I run the hot water over my head and try to relax. My head spinning. My heart pounding. I lean back against the cold tile wall and close my eyes. I imagined myself ten in the future. Married. G would be married by then too. Our lives slowly drifting apart. How would I look back on tonight? Would I be glad that I was loyal to my Fiance? Would be proud that kept all this to myself?

Thats when I head bare feet on the tile next to me. It was G, walking into the shower totally naked. I didn’t say anything. He just walked up to me and put his hand on my chest – pushing me harder against the tile wall. His lips close to mine.

“I just cant bare the thought of you getting married and fucking somebody else for your entire life without at least having you to myself the way that I’ve always wanted you. Just for a few days. I know once you get married, all my chances are over. And before I lose …. you….. I need to …..”

I interrupt him. “Hey G. Shut up. Does anyone tell you that you talk to much?”
“….yeah” he said, looking defeated.
“Good now keep your mouth shut and don’t open it again unless your going to put my dick in it.”

He looked at me with wide eyes. There were smiles on both our faces. And he quickly lowered himself to his knees.

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