This is the true story of one thing leading to another. There was no indication at the start of that summer Friday night drinking session that it would end as it did.
I am straight and verged on being homophobic but people change and life events alter perspectives.
Drinking too much, too fast coupled with mixing a diversity of drinks proved to be a big mistake. Lager, red and white wine and ending with various shots.
The fresh air hit my face immediately as we left. I was reeling and totally out of control. Andrew put his finger down my throat to make me throw up and then offered to take care of me as my last train gone - back to his one bed pad.
I noticed Nathan and Marcus were smirking, commenting something and making a lewd gestures. I knew they'd spread rumours about Andrew's sexuality and whatever it was must be aimed at me.
I'd recovered my senses somewhat by the time we arrived but was still finding it difficult to keep my eyes open.
I drank the coffee and water I was given to sober up and rehydrate me seated on the Andrew's Chesterfield. He put on a pair of shorts, returned and sat beside, just as well because his shoulder saved me toppling over.
"Do you want....bed?" I vaguely remembered him ask.
I didn't hear the whole question but replied "Mmm bed"
I awoke briefly during the night in his bed naked except for my T-shirt. I noticed Andrew asleep next to me and with the sheet not covering him, completely naked - I stared at his cock briefly before drifting back to sleep.
A while later, I sensed movement and stirred again, noticing Andrew's dangling cock as he went to the toilet.
Despite not being erect, it was definitely much bigger than mine every which way. This was the nearest I'd been to any man, I felt nervous.
I kept my eyes closed enough to peek, because I wanted to see it again when he lay down.
He gave his cock a tug before settling back in and lay sideways onto me. I didn't reply when he asked if I was awake.
I'd never been a good sleeper but he dropped off to sleep quickly, letting out a snore, I felt confident enough to take a good look and turned away from him into the foetal position.
My thoughts were racing as I caught sight of myself in the mirror - it looked as if he was spooning me and something in me stirred. Instead of sleeping, various scenarios of how this would play out flooded my brain.
I glanced back and edged towards him, I was startled minutes later when I felt contact on my uppermost butt cheek. It was his cock and I realised that he was getting his dawn erection. It lowered and rested in my crack.
I pressed back as it continued to stiffen and it aroused feelings in me. Rather than move away, as I should, I held firm and daringly reached back to open my butt cheeks, giving his cock clear access to my hole.
My body was betraying me and I breathed harder now getting excited as it kept growing into my hole until it reached the opening.
Andrew yawned and draped his arm over my side, inadvertently inserting a couple of inches of hard cock to breach my virgin arse.
I didn't move because I didn't want to wake him even pushing back to meet his cock.
He must have leaked pre-cum or maybe it was my natural juices but it felt moist.
Moments later, he groaned and raised his head as he assessed our position, his eyes met mine, semi-opened in the mirror and he smiled.
This was my chance to stop it going any further but instead my body continued to betray me, I feigned a yawn and pressed back to encourage him opening my eyes.
Fully awake and with a full erection now, Andrew took a chance and kissed my neck as I felt him insert another inch.
