A gay sex story: Less Thinking, More Fucking “Fuck, it’s hot!” Aaron groaned.
We were lounging around his living room on a Saturday night, having opened the windows to let in a little bit of a breeze. Aaron’s parents were out of town for the weekend, and so was his girlfriend Andrea. I’d been hanging out at his house for the most of day, and we’d spent a lot of time in his pool. Only when we’d come back inside for the evening did we realize that the heat pump hadn’t been running, and we quickly figured out it was broken. Aaron let his parents know, and his dad said he’d get it taken care of once he got back home. Although it was now dark outside, the night was still hot, which made the indoors without air conditioning feel pretty miserable.
Aaron and I were both nineteen and home for the summer, having just finished up our freshman year of college. We’d been best friends for most of our lives, and though we’d gone to different universities, once we were back together, it was as if we’d never been apart. Still, I didn’t get to hang out with Aaron as much as I would have liked, since Andrea was clingy and wanted to spend almost every waking moment with him.
Now I sat up and pressed a glass of ice water against my face in a futile effort to cool off. “Maybe we should go to my house, where at least it’s cooler,” I suggested. “Or we could get back in the pool for a while.”
Aaron sat up on the couch. “I like the way you think, Lucas,” he said, raising an eyebrow while flashing a sly smile. “But let’s ditch the swim trunks this time.”
I tried to hide my surprise, since I knew very little made Aaron happier than catching me off guard. He and I were polar opposites, even in our appearances. He was blond-haired and blue-eyed, muscular and tan from his time spent outdoors playing sports. I had dark hair and fairer skin that seemed reluctant to hold any tan, and while I had strong legs from cycling, I knew I’d never achieve the upper-body definition Aaron had. At least we were both the same height at around six feet tall.
His personality was totally different from mine, too, which made me sometimes wonder how we got to be such good friends years ago. Aaron was outgoing and fearless, always willing to try new things, whereas I was quieter and more cautious. I remembered just before we left for college, I came over to Aaron’s house to say goodbye. He’d given me a brief hug, then tapped his fingertip playfully against my left temple and said, “This coming year at school, you need to get out of your own head, man. Less thinking, more living.”
I’d tried to take his advice during my freshman year, and in some ways I succeeded, yet I knew I could only change so much. Still, I’d managed to make some good friends, and I’d been able to explore my sexuality a lot more. Being gay in our conservative hometown had never been easy, even with Aaron defending me from assholes who tried to hassle me. College definitely offered a new world, and while there I gave and received my first blowjob (followed by plenty of others), and I’d been fucked for the first time.
Once I’d gotten back home, I related some of this to Aaron, though not all of it, since I figured he didn’t want to hear the details about my sex life, and he was as supportive as always. He normally didn’t talk much about what he did with Andrea; they’d first started dating last summer after high school graduation, but she made him wait till they were both home for winter break before finally agreeing to have sex.
A couple of weeks ago, when Aaron’s parents went out to dinner and a movie, and Andrea was busy celebrating her mom’s birthday with her family, I came over to Aaron’s house, and we decided to get into the liquor cabinet. I wasn’t crazy about alcohol so I didn’t overdo it, but Aaron sampled all the booze, pouring just a little from each bottle, drinking it straight, and then moving on to another. It wasn’t long before he was shitfaced, and then he opened up more about his relationship with Andrea.
“It killed me to wait until Christmas to finally have sex,” he’d said, slurring his words a little. “That first semester at college, I had so many opportunities to cheat, but I didn’t. So Andrea and I were both virgins that first time. And it was… good. I definitely wanted to do it again and again. But then we went back to school and didn’t see each other till spring break, and she only let me fuck her once then. Once!” He’d shaken his head, his eyes a little glassy. “During that whole week. And now that we’re together for the summer, I’m still barely getting any.”
I’d tried to act casual, only mildly interested when I asked Aaron why, but I was honestly dying to know.
He’d shrugged and said, “Hell if I know. I mean, we use condoms all the time, but she’s still super paranoid about getting pregnant. And she just can’t seem to relax enough to really enjoy it. She tenses up when I’m eating her pussy, and I don’t think I’ve ever made her come.”
Aaron claimed to love Andrea, but I had my doubts. She was gorgeous, and lots of guys wanted to get with her. Maybe that was why Aaron was holding on to the relationship, refusing to admit it was doomed.
I certainly wasn’t going to tell him my thoughts about it. I just lent a sympathetic ear, doing a lot of listening and little talking. Then I’d helped him up to his room so he could pass out on his bed and not on the living room couch, where his parents would see him and quickly realize he was drunk when they got home.
Now as I looked at my friend, with his face flushed from the heat inside the house, and his eyes holding a challenge, I said, “You’re talking about skinny-dipping?”
Aaron rolled his eyes. “Uh, yeah, that’s what no swim trunks means, Lucas,” he replied. Then his grin widened. “What’s wrong? Are you too uptight to get naked in the pool?”
I scoffed at his teasing, though I was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. It wasn’t that I was worried about being naked; the fenced-in pool was private, and nearby woods blocked out the view of any neighbors. Plus it would be pretty dark, with only the light from the back deck providing illumination.
No, what I worried about was being nude around Aaron for an extended period of time. He’d always been completely accepting of me being gay, and I never wanted him to feel otherwise. But while I understood he was totally straight, I couldn’t deny my attraction to him. I knew it wasn’t right; weren’t we almost like brothers? So I went out of my way to act as if the thought of him naked and hard, jerking his cock, had never, ever occurred to me.
If he and I were in the pool together, completely naked, it was going to be a lot more difficult to hide the way I felt. I was terrified of getting a hard-on in front of him.
Still, he was calling my bluff, and I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t do this. “Let’s go,” I told him now, climbing to my feet.
Aaron stared at me for a long moment, not saying anything, just grinning. Finally he murmured, “Well alright then.”
We grabbed some towels, and after Aaron turned on the light at the deck, we made our way across the back yard and toward the pool. All around us, crickets noisily chirped, and a faint breeze did little to cool the air.