This was a true story. A few weeks after I had come out to everyone, Alan had decided to “see what kind of porn I watch”. When he did, he couldn’t stop complaining about how disgusting he found it.
Of course, a year later and approximately a few days after my argument with David, Alan’s previous experimentation with gay porn did not stop him from saying, “I’ve been considering experimenting with you.”
Me: Totally XD
Alan: I’m serious. I’ve given up on girls. They’re just too hard to get.
Me: So are guys 
You don’t know anything about the gay community, so please don’t think it’ll be easier getting guys.
Alan: But, I mean, you wouldn’t mind, would you.
Me: EW! Of course I would! It would be fucking awkward.
Alan: Yeah, that’s why I wanted to invite you over for a drinking game or something. Everyone’s gayer when they’re drunk. It’ll be easier for me.
Me: Can you please read what you’re saying…?
Alan: No seriously man, I feel shit about myself. I wanna see how this works out, and if I don’t like it, it’ll just give me more incentive to work harder to get girls.
I didn’t reply to that. I needed to think. I knew deep inside that I actually wouldn’t mind at all, but there was always a risk of fucking up the friendship. Still, I remembered that one post on a gay forum about how this guy had convinced his straight friend to have sex with him… and even though he’d only done it for 10 seconds with a porn video going on, I found it totally hot.
If Alan and I were to do it, we wouldn’t have sex. But it would be hot as fuck.
Me: I can’t believe I’m doing this, but okay.
Alan: Thanks bro 
I can’t believe I’m doing this either, but I guess drunk people do stupid things.
The next day was Thursday – exactly one week after Dave and I had had the incident in the bathroom. Alan had been absent the whole day, which was a relief because it would have been too awkward to have classes with him. I’d told my parents that I would be going directly to his house after school, and so I did. It was nearer to the school than mine, so it was a short walk.
Alan had told me that his parents and sister had gone somewhere, so the house was his for two days. When I knocked on the door, he opened it, acting his usual cool self. “How was school?”
“You missed loads in physics and we did six experiments in chem, but you don’t need to know them,” I replied casually. Alan’s house was exactly like the house I’d lived in at that time because we were situated in a giant community called the Arabian Meadows. To the left of the main door opened up a drawing hall, but Alan took up a corridor to the TV room instead. This was directly connected to a cozy garden which also happened to have a nice round-shaped swimming pool.
But I was concentrating on the centre table of the TV room. It had alcohol on it – loads of it. “Well, looks like we’re set in for the night.”
Alan chuckled. He kept an arm around my shoulders, which was touchier than he usually was. “I’m sorry, you can’t drink too much of it. Tomorrow, you have to tell me how I was. Hopefully, I won’t remember much.”
Hopefully, I thought. “You cheap bastard,” I said. “You put so much booze in front of me and say I shouldn’t drink too much?!”
He laughed. “That’s precisely what I meant. And you’re not a great drinker anyways.”
“Nope,” I agreed, smiling with amusement, “And anyway, even if you don’t remember it, I’ll need to. You’re going to do some embarrassing stuff tonight!”
That made him shift uncomfortable, but we started playing Need for Speed on his PS3 and screens, food and entertainment kept us occupied until night slowly shifted in. It was 8 o’ clock when Alan chugged some vodka down his throat. I decided to stay true to my word and have some cider so that I didn’t get too unruly.
Alan’s tolerance was something that should be admired. However, Alan’s drunk personality was annoying as fuck. If Alan was obnoxious when he was sober, his drunkenness only amplified that. But since I was getting healthily tipsy at the same time, I didn’t mind as I would have in a normal state.
One of the wonderful things about alcohol is that your inhibitions are stripped off like a strippers clothes. Alan was positively pissed, and I thought he was going to have a horrible hangover tomorrow. But I kept looking at him laughing in that irritating way, and I kept wondering whether I should do it. I was not sure whether he’d remember this. I just waited, waited and waited to make sure.
Instead, he started it himself. “Ali,” he said heavily, “I love you man. In a gay way. I want to kiss you. Let me kiss you, dude. Let’s go outside and cum in my pool.” He was all sweaty and I could see his wet lips nearing my face. I could smell the alcohol from half a metre away.
Then we kissed. My eyes were still open and his were closed and I could taste his drunk tongue, which licked the insides of my mouth. My eyes closed and I lost myself in the moment. This didn’t feel romantic at all, to be honest. With David, there was some spark in the air, like he genuinely liked me… With Alan, I was just feeling horny. Like, much hornier than usual.
I was cupping his face in my hands and caressing his hair, but he was a step ahead of me. If I wasn’t tipsy, I would have been surprised at his willingness. He easily pulled my shirt off and started sucking my nipples. I was leaning against the sofa, writhing in pleasure. His stench and the smell of alcohol just made it sexier, and he was already pulling down my underwear and his hand found my cock.
He held my cock in a shaky hand and kissed it like a trophy. That sent shivers up my spine and I sighed. He was licking off the precum and stroking it slowly. I wanted more, and he wanted it no doubt.
A second later, Alan’s jeans, boxers and ripped shirt were on the floor beside him. His cock and pubic hair was like I imagined – he had loads of hair and an average dick. It was six inches then, so shorter than mine. Yet still I stroked it in admiration and precum oozed out of it. Alan oozed himself onto me and his skin touched mine and his moist skin and wet lips made my cock harder. Our cocks touched and I held them both as if they were one great entity, and I stroked them together, shivering in pleasure.
My tongue explored his mouth, my other hand explored his ass. It was hairy, but moist somehow and I slid a finger into the uncharted territory. Alan slowly breathed, “Feels… good…”
He started kissing my cock again and I sighed. He took it in his mouth, and it felt amazing. My dick throbbed faster in the soft moistness of his mouth as he sucked on it. Gently, he licked it, swallowing the precum trickling down his throat. I closed my eyes and pleasure and put a firm hand on his head as he went up and down, up and down. “Fuuuuhck!”
Then suddenly, he took his mouth away. He lied down on the sofa and I noticed his boner wasn’t there anymore – just a flaccid penis. But I couldn’t resist the open hole that was his mouth. Planting both my knees in a teabag position, I held my cock so it slid down his lips. His mouth tensed around my sex and started sucking again and I sighed. This was amazing! He was stroking it as well and sometimes rubbing his saliva around the tip of my dick’s head.