David Part 1

His name was David Burk. I met him in high school, he sat next to me in biology class. From the moment he turned and said hi to me in his sexy deep voice, I was hooked. He was Hawaiian, with black hair and an eternal tan. He had piercing green eyes, that seemed to look into your soul. He was very muscular, and worked out all the time. He was a year younger than me, very popular around school, especially with the ladies. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't bad-looking at all. I was often called hot, and was usually chased by women, but I always declined, saying I had another girl in some other city. David was always on dates, but was always there to hang out with me. 

We became good, then best friends. He spent the night at my house every weekend. I got very close to him, but not the way I wanted. We would play around sometimes, but that was the farthest we went. He would throw me to the ground, and say something dirty, and laugh. I would laugh too, though weakly, because the things he said were exactly what I wanted to do to him. I went through high school with him, and after graduation, we went to college together. 

Of course, we were roommates, I made sure of that. But it seemed as though I would never have him. He was completely straight. I would often have amazing dreams about him, or fantasize about him during the day. I was always thinking of him, whether he was around or not. I was forever thinking of telling him how I felt, but I knew that he would reject me, because he frequently talked about how "gays" were so disgusting to him. I was plagued by this day and night, but I never said anything, I just agreed. Then the night came.

We were hanging out in David's dorm room, and he was on his laptop. All of a sudden, he asked, "Hey, what do you think about gays?" He often asked this question, and I answered like I always did: "They're totally nasty and disgusting." I felt a little twinge of guilt. "Yeah, um, that's right." David sounded unsure, as if trying to convince himself. I got worried, and asked what was up. He quickly replied, "Nothing, nothing. I just have a headache, is all." I went back to reading. "Um, dude?" I looked up. 

David had a weird look on his face, and seemed to be holding back tears. "I, uh....I gotta tell you something." "Ok. What's up?" I was thinking, man, I could listen to you all day. "Well, I don't know. I don't think....well, I think...." David was stumbling over his words, and his usually deep voice and cool attitude seemed to have vanished. He squirmed, and his voice rose. "I think....that, uh, I am.....I think that I'm gay." My mind exploded with questions. Taken aback, I slowly backed up on my bed. How? When? Why? David took this the wrong way, and began to apologize for what he said. "No, no, it's fine, Dave. I, um....I kinda am gay, myself. And I sorta am attracted to you." "I'm attracted to you, too. Is that wrong?" "I don't think so." David seemed to have relaxed. I was estactic, but nervous. I had just revealed myslef. Was he pulling a fast one on me? 

My question was answered when David slowly stood up, and walked over to me, and, before I had a chance to react, pulled me to my feet, and kissed me passionately. His tongue pierced my lips, and explored my mouth, while I stood there and took it, totally surprised. I suddenly felt weak, and almost fell. I unintentionally broke the kiss, but David caught me, and held me close. I looked at him, and he looked at me.

This time I kissed him.