Caught in the act

I continued to jerk off as I looked down at the magazine on the couch beside me. In the magazine was a picture of a guy being fucked from behind by another guy whilst sucking a cock, and, like most of my erotic fantasies, I was picturing I was sucking off a guy whilst being fucked up my ass.

My name is Chris, and I had been having such gay fantasies for as long as I can remember. I'm 23, 6' tall, and with a muscle-y build. I had short, bleached blonde hair, and blue eyes.

I had spent my adolescence battling with my sexuality: at first, I tried to convince myself that I was straight, and then I conceded that I was bi, and eventually, after several bad experiences with dating girls, I had decided I was completely gay. But I always got so nervous whenever I thought about approaching another guy about it: and so, I had spent my time single, and everyone had wondered why such a handsome guy never had any girl friends. And no-one ever found out why.

But that was all going to change...

The doorbell rang, breaking me out of my reverie: with a curse, I pushed the magazine to the floor, kicking it under the lounge and hastily pulling up my boxers and jeans to hide my raging hard-on. The doorbell rang again.

"Just a sec!" I called out, doing my best to disguise the tent in my pants (without success), and straightening out my shirt as I made my way to the door. Throwing it open, I was confronted by one of my best friends, and also one of the objects of my fantasies, Kyle.

He was tall, about the same height as me, with a similar build. He had beautiful brown eyes, and medium-length, wavy, brown hair. He was dressed casually in a shirt and jeans, just like me.

"Kyle..." I began.

"G'day, Chris. Is... something wrong?" he asked, his face showing his concern. "You look... flustered."

"Um, oh, no, it's nothing, I was just doing... some exercise." I said.

Kyle laughed. "No wonder you're so buff." he said with a grin.

"Come in." I offered, stepping aside, and gesturing for him to enter. He did, and I lead him to the lounge room.

"Get comfy... I just have to go to the toilet." I said.

"Sure thing." Kyle responded, sitting down in the couch where just moments before I had been jerking off.

I quickly made my way to the toilet, shutting the door and locking it. Leaning against the wall, I concentrated on letting my boner die, and, slowly, it did, and my body began to settle down. With a sigh of relief, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and headed back to the lounge room.

And stopped dead still.

Kyle had found my magazine, and was looking at the picture on the page it was opened to, the same picture I had been looking at moments before. He glanced up as I entered, and his face showed his surprise.

"Holy shit, Chris, I never knew..."

I tried to think up an excuse, but nothing came. I lived alone, so there was no-one else I could blame it on. And I could hardly just feign ignorance.

"I... uh..." I muttered.

Chris flashed a nervous smile, put the magazine down, and stood up. "Don't worry about it." he consoled me. "It's fine. Actually..." he took a deep breath, "...actually, I'm gay too."

I thought I knew what it was to be surprised. But I was just proven wrong. I thought I was going to have a heart attack; either that or faint, because of the amount of blood rushing towards my dick.

"You... you?" I stuttered, and Kyle smiled weakly. Then, without any more words, Kyle walked up to me, so close that I could feel the heat of his body pressing against me.

Painfully slowly, he leaned forward, and kissed me gently on the lips, before pulling away ever so slightly.

"Y'know... I've always... loved you." he whispered, before kissing me again.