Enthusiastic, actually. Gay sex He got that idea in about a week. It felt like magic in my hand. I always made a point of keeping the various parts of my sex life completely separate. After we got home, we piled into bed together–he had a queen size bed in his room, so I always slept in it with him to save messing up a guest room–and pretty soon he was asleep and his dick was hanging out of his boxers so I started feeling him up. After he came he’d let me nurse on his dick while I JO’d, and then we’d go play tennis or whatever, just like two normal, teenage, male friends. But I’d been thinking about dick and about taking it ever since I started jerking off when I was around twelve. He was older, about thirty. I was scared he’d not want to be friends with me any more since he’d proved that I was a fag. Of course I’m his sexual inferior in those circumstances.
