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Being at home alone for a week, I had to make something out of it. Luckily, I had a… special friend, you might say. We’d been friends for years, and had recently started talking about his sexuality and experiences some. His experiences with guys were limited, but he’d made it clear he was willing to learn. I called him Monday night and set up plans. He was to come over that evening, and he might or might not go home. I busied myself getting ready for a houseguest, but found myself having a lot of trouble staying focused. I wasn’t thinking with the head on my shoulders. I scrambled around for a couple hours, and at 8, he rang the doorbell. I ran to the door, checked everything out one last time in the mirror, and opened the door. God, he was gorgeous. At 6′4, he was one of the few people I didn’t tower over. He was also thin, had beautiful blue eyes, short, curly blonde hair. He was the perfect balance between twink and man. He stepped inside, and I invited him to sit on the couch. We started out with polite conversation, and watched TV for a few minutes. Before long, we had drifted toward each other on the couch. We moved closer and closer. I knew I had to take the lead since this was his first time. I let my hand brush over his leg–and stop there. He looked at me and smiled. We sat this way for a few more minutes. I looked over at him, and we caught each other’s eyes. His were full of passion and desire… He looked as if he couldn’t wait another minute. I’m sure my eyes conveyed the same feelings. I stared into his eyes and leaned his way. Slowly he moved toward me…
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