So I’m gonna be real honest here. This ain’t some polished advice column crap. I had this thing happen, felt kinda weird, kinda intense, and figured I’d just write it down raw. Started with a friend, actually. Not planning anything, you know how it is. Just beers one Friday night after work. Was at his place. Place was a mess, pizza boxes stacked high. Talk got heavy, past relationships, frustrations. Felt that weird tension in the air, thick and silent after a shared laugh died out.
He looked at me, really looked, not just past me. Didn’t say a word, just leaned in slow. My heart was hammering like a drum solo, dude. Part of me wanted to bolt for the door, the other part… well, curiosity won out, I guess? Let him get close. Felt his breath first, warm against my ear. Then his hand, tentative, brushed my shoulder. Didn’t pull away. Felt stupid just sitting there frozen.
Things escalated fast after that. Kissing was clumsy at first, all teeth and awkward angles. Different than with women for sure. Rougher, more desperate somehow. Hands grabbing, pulling clothes off in a rush. Jeans tangled around my ankles like a bad joke. We ended up on that messy floor, carpet digging into my back.
The actual sex? Man.
- Feeling the strength was intense. Like, different kind of force. Pinned me down harder than I expected. Scary and exciting together.
- Figuring positions was awkward as hell. Two dudes, similar builds, it felt kinda tangled. Like learning a dance backward in the dark.
- The smell of two guys sweating it out was strong. Musky, testosterone-heavy. Overwhelmed the leftover pizza smell real quick.
- It hurt more than I thought it would. Guess I wasn’t exactly prepared back there. Sharp sting that made me gasp out loud.
Finished quickly. Panting, sweating like pigs. Just lay there on that grubby carpet, side by side, staring at the ceiling plaster peeling off. Silence got heavy again, but different now. Kinda shocked. Not a word spoken for ages. We both got dressed real quiet, fumbling with buttons and zippers. Mumbled some kinda awkward “later” crap and I booked it out of there fast.
Felt weird for days after. Mind kept replaying it. Confusion mixed with that lingering physical shock.
Was it “good”? Hell no, not smooth or romantic. More like getting hit by a truck. Scratched and sore afterwards.
Do I regret it? Honestly? Not really. It just… happened. Feels like a weird fever dream now. Weird experience under the belt, that’s all.
