My housemate Kyle was falling asleep again. He did it every time we stayed up late watching TV, especially after having a beer or two.
He was sitting slouched in the chair, his shoulders resting on the backrest. His head had rolled back so his face was pointed toward the ceiling. His soft, red lips were slightly parted and his normally bright, brown eyes were now closed. His face was completely smooth, as if he was a wax statue.
Ryan, my other housemate noticed, too, and turned away from the TV, his blue eyes glancing from Kyle's face, down his chiseled chest where his tight T-shirt settled into every crevice, and finally to his crotch held tight by faded jeans.
I pretended not to see and tried to concentrate on the show, but Ryan snapped his fingers.
"Hey, Sean," he whispered. "Look at Kyle. He must be dreaming of his girlfriend."
I turned to look at Kyle. Both of my housemates claimed to be straight, but when I came out to them about two weeks before, they both had that look in their eyes, the same half-jealous, half-hungry look I get when a hot guy and his girlfriend pass by me on the college campus where I study English and philosophy. They had smiled at me and said it would not be a problem.
Kyle's hands were on his knees and his smooth, vein-rippled forearm blocked some of my view of his crotch, but I could see a lot. The zipper had begun to rise, and his hardening cock strained against the fabric. His lips were moving a little, as if he was kissing at the air, and his defined chest began to rise and fall with increasing speed.
"I dare you to kiss him," Ryan said.
I snapped my head to look at Ryan.
"What?" I said. "No way. Not only is he straight, but he's my housemate, and I don't want to screw anything up."
Ryan's mouth curled into a demented grin. His eyes narrowed a bit under his short, gelled brown hair. His cheeks pulled in to reveal small dimples in the smooth flesh.
"Come on," he said. "I think it'd be hot."
His hand reached down to his red flower-pattern board shorts and twirled the shoelace that kept them tied shut. I could see the fabric begin to rise.
After some hesitation, he urged me on and I finally stood up and walked the few feet to where Kyle was now almost panting, his jeans throbbing between his legs and his hands unconsciously gripping and releasing his knees.
I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"No," Ryan said. "Give him a real kiss. He'll enjoy it."
Even though I had come out to them as gay, I had never actually been with a guy. I had gone a few dates, but none of them even ended with a kiss, let alone a make-out session or sex. I had made out with a few girls and even gotten head from one once, but those experiences were either awkward or meaningless for me. Now, only inches from the hot lips of my beautiful housemate, I hesitated and felt his warm breath steam against my chin.
"Come on," Ryan said. "It will be so hot."
I finally closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his. I tasted his tongue and ran mine across his teeth. I felt the vibration of a small moan escape him. His hips rose a little and his chest expanded as he took in a deep breath. I broke the kiss and licked my lips.
Ryan's hand was rubbing his own dick through his shorts. I saw him squeezing his balls and sliding his palm over his hardening cock's head.