I have always considered myself to be a straight man, for as long as I can remember. I am a 30-year-old 5'9 man and have had a girlfriend for over three years. I love and care for her deeply, yet sometimes I feel like I lack something in my life but don't know what.
My life's trajectory changed the day I met Killian. I met Killian in a bar for the first time. It was his birthday, and he declared free shots for everyone. I wished him a happy birthday and talked to him for a while. He seemed like a pretty nice and genuine guy, and we soon became fast friends. After that night, we met pretty frequently to party and hang out.
On such a night, I got a bit too sloshed and couldn't drive home. Killian offered me to stay at his place, which was a few blocks away, and to crash on his sofa for the night. I accepted. I was really drunk, so I fell asleep the moment my head hit the sofa.
I woke up at about 4 a.m. to the sounds of low moaning and heavy breathing. At first, I thought it was a dream, but I realized that the sounds were coming from the chair in front of me. Killian was sitting there, jerking off his cock with his eyes on me. His cock was thick, with veins running all over and a big mushroom tip. I felt disgusted and ashamed, but it was also making my cock really hard. His low moans and groans were turning me on. But suddenly it stopped. I was scared that he would figure out that I was awake. He stood up and came closer to me. "Enjoying the show, are we? Now suck my dick whore," he said, shoving his cock in my mouth. I begged him not to and said that I wasn't gay.
