I came out sort of late in life, in my early 20’s. All my life, I’ve been the conservative, buttoned-up, responsible, and often painfully socially awkward one. Figuring out being gay was sort of a challenge, but with some fun surprises mixed in.

I met a guy when I was out somewhere. I don’t even remember exactly where. Let’s call him Sam. Sam and I friended each other on Facebook, which was definitely more popular for the 20-something crowd back in the mid-aughts than it is today. For a while, we fairly regularly chatted and commented on each other’s posts.

Sam was maybe a year younger than me. He was this fun mix of flamboyant, flaming, feminine, gay and southern redneck. I’m 5’11”, and he was maybe 5’6”. He was pretty. Blue eyes, dark long eyelashes. He wore just a hint of makeup, smoothing out his already near perfect complexion while also adding a bit of rosiness to his cheeks. He was colorful and outgoing. Just about everything I wasn’t.

After weeks of chatting and flirting online, he invited me to his friend’s party. I gladly accepted and looked forward to the event.

When I arrived, I entered into what I can only describe as a frat house. The evening was a mix of red solo cups, horribly mixed drinks, cheap beer, crude jokes, and rowdiness. It was mostly guys, and I could not tell, other than Sam, I’d any of them were gay too.

Sam, the social butterfly that he was, flitted and flirted with just about everyone. It was fun to watch him. On occasion, he would take a beach and cuddle on the couch with me. Generally, I stayed off to the side, a bit of a wallflower.

As the night grew late, I realized I was in no shape to drive home. We were given a sleeping back and a spot on the bedroom floor. I couple of others also slept on the floor that night, and several more slept a on the bed. It was a pretty full house.

Early the next morning, we both were awake, cuddling in the sleeping bag. I was the big spoon, holding him in my arms. We had slept a in our clothes. Everyone did.

As we laid there, he began to lightly rub his ass against my crotch. I had instant morning wood. When he felt me hard under my jeans, he pushed into me even harder, grinding on me.

“I want you inside me,” he whispered.

“We can’t, there are others arou…”

Before I could finish, he had reached into the sleeping back and pulled down his shirts and briefs. Looking down, I now watched his smooth, pink, plump, ass pushed against my bulging jeans. I wanted him.

I unbuttoned my jeans, and slid them down a bit. Without saying anything more, he reached down and grabbed my swollen cock, and lined his hole up with it. He grinder on it for a while, his hole and crack became slippery with my precum. Then, almost without warning, he pushed his ass into me, my cock entering into him as he quietly whimpered as I stretched his hole.

We had to be quiet. There were others sleeping in the room. Inside him now, laying on our sides, as silently as I could, I began fucking him, pushing in and pulling out of his warm, tight boy pussy with small thrusts. My hand covering his mouth to try to keep him from letting out any noises that may wake the others.

It was so hot. He was so tight. I wasn’t going to last long.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?” I asked quietly, but with some urgency, as I felt my cock enlarge even more and my load began to build up.

“Yes, fucking breed me.”

It was only a few more thrusts after that when I released my seed inside him, pushing deep into his gut as my dick pulsated to shoot my load into him.

Once so was drained and was filled, we pulled our pants back up, and fell back sleep, continuing to cuddle in the sleeping bag.

I’ve often wondered if anyone in the room noticed. If they did, nobody said a word.