I'll try to play my part

I hesitated for a moment. I am not gay, a voice in my head said. Another responded, yes you are, Ricky, yes you are. I returned the kiss. I kissed Glenn like I would kiss my wife, whom I loved. I kissed him passionately. I kissed him like we were fighting with our tongues. The kiss was so consuming that our hands forgot their tasks and we grasped one another's bodies, pulling into one another. I found myself straddling him, our hard cocks imitating our tongues.

Glenn broke the kiss. "I bet we'd be a lot more comfortable in the bedroom."

Once we had gotten out of the water, Glenn sensually dried me off, and I him, each drying only the other with our towels, and we kissed again. Alarms were going on in my head, and I was having difficulty containing them.

"I like you," I said, "but I don't think we should have sex tonight." The alarm did not subside. My stomach churned. Was this the wrong thing to say?

Glenn looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, "That's okay, Ricky, sweetie, let's just go lay down together. The huge sigh of relief and relaxing of muscles that took place inside of me was accompanied by a strange, nagging little feeling of regret. I tried to shrug it off.

Glenn held a robe for me while I slid my arms into the sleeves, and I returned the favor. He grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. He me eagerly down the hall. The light was still on in Mat's bedroom as we passed, and I thought I may have heard Kayla say, "fuck" as we passed, but soon we were in a room of our own with the door shut behind us.

Glenn drunkenly swung to a sit at the foot of the luxurious king-sized bed and patted the fluffy blanket beside him. His robe had flow open and his cock stared me in the face. My heart was racing, my thoughts sped up into accelerated gibberish, even my breath was so fast I couldn't catch it. I sat beside him.

"I like you, too." He grabbed my face and pulled it into his. We resumed kissing, and his hands explored my body-my back, my neck, my face, my hips. I tried to mirror him for a bit, but every part of him was so manly, rough stubbly chin and neck, muscular chest and back, somehow it was a lot less weird for me to just grab his cock. I grabbed it with both hands, since I was able to. It was still a little wet from the hot tub, and maybe some sweat, so my hands slipped up and down its impressive length quite easily. It all felt oddly natural, like I was jacking off while making out with an infatuated Kayla or something. It felt almost as good. It just felt almost normal.

My fears were almost subsiding. I thought maybe I'd jack him off, we'd fall asleep, and that would be the end of it. "Sorry, he's not your type," Kayla would tell him. But then Glenn grabbed me by the hips and I feared the worst. He may have even seen the glint of terror in my eye. I was grateful when all he did was guide me up onto the bed, on my knees but still facing him. He pulled the robe over my armsWe continued making out like this for a bit. It felt a bit awkward to be kneeling, leaning down to make out with him, both hands reaching out for his cock like I was swinging a baseball bat. Soon, I understood.

Glenn's hands made their way up to the top of my head. He broke our kiss by pushing my head down. My lips traced their way down his chin and landed on his chest as he started to lean back. My eyes bugged open as my lips dragged their way across Glenn's lean, muscular abs. My mouth made its way all the way to Glenn's bellybutton and instantly his cockhead found its way onto and between my lips. What if I can't do this? What if I gag? What if I throw up? What will happen to this entire charade?