This story is true and takes place about a decade ago. If folk like it, I might post more stories like this.
There’s a bit of lead in, so if you want to skip to the action, just jump to ACTION.
I’d always known I liked boys, I went to an all boys school and more than once found myself daydreaming about kissing a cute boy in class. But I was a good church boy and the idea that I might actually kiss a boy was pretty out there.
That was until my friend James* started texting me. I knew him through church, he was a pretty quiet guy. Tall, with the kind of lean, lightly muscular body guy only an 18 year old can have, with nice blue eyes and blonde hair. He wore it parted to one side. He was cute, but I’d never made a move.
At the time, I was very skinny, had a great butt and lots of golden hair. Looking back, I was fairly twinky.
I’d recently broken up with a girl at Church and he clearly decided that now was the time to make his move. He’d only text me when drunk and ask questions like “have you ever thought about kissing with a boy”.