It Started With A Punch

So about me, I'm a happy go lucky college drop out, working backstage in a local concert hall. A brown haired, blue eyed, 6ft something rugby player. Im quite modest but I have been told that I'm quite attractive. I came out 2 years ago when I was 17 to a few friends, they all took it fairly well but I never felt like I could talk to them properly about what I was going through.

my first gay experience was to say the least, an experience! It all started at my mate, Matts bi weekly house parties. He lives with his girlfriend of two years since he was 18, he never really got on with his parents. Anyway, he brought a load of college mates, who I never had met before and a guy from work, Jonny. He didn't know many people at the party either, so we latched on to each other until we had enough drink to be social and talk to new people.

As soon as I saw him, I was in awe. He was beautiful, I mean we're talking catalog model here! Funky blonde hair, deep aqua eyes, I say aqua because they were a mix of dark and light blue, I could have stared into them all day, but at the risk of looking completely weird, I refrained. He was wearing a slim fitted shirt, showing off his massive arms, and his rippled body. His jeans showed off his really cute bubble ass.

We got on really well, and the more we talked the less I wanted to talk to anyone else at the party. We had all the same music tastes and near identical opinions on the latest films we had seen. The only thing that seemed to lack any sort of common ground was preference in sexual partners. The majority of the night he was speaking about the girls at the party, and girls he had been with recently. I refused to be disheartened, if anything I would have a new mate, we were getting on too well not to pursue it further, I just needed to somehow hint to him how far I actually wanted to take things.

A couple of hours had passed and we had moved out to the balcony, as we both smoked, and it was getting quite stuffy inside. We were fairly on our way to being drunk, but we were both running out of beer. He didn't seem to happy about that, and to be honest…neither was I. "I have more beer and vodka at my place", I persuasively suggested.
" Do you live far?" he asked.

I told him that I only lived about 15 minutes away, walking that is. So we headed off. On the way to my house, the conversation drifted into a deeper, serious conversation. He started talking about his dad, who had died recently in a car crash. He was apologetic for bringing the subject up and putting a downer on the conversation and I told him I was willing to listen if he wanted to get the weight off his shoulders. Just around the corner from my house he broke down into tears, I tried my best console him and we eventually went inside. We talked about his dad while finishing off another 4 beers each. At this stage our speech was starting to get incomprehensible, but I didn't seem to matter.

"It's fi-fi-five clo-clock o'clo-cl-clock" he stuttered.

All I could do was laugh at his feeble attempt at speech. He said he had to go home, I told him he should stay but there wasn't gonna be any persuading him. So we had the 'man-love' drunken goodbye, hugged, and I reluctantly walked him to the door.

After he had gone, I realised I was alone and the party was still most likely going on 15 minutes down the road, I decided to head back up and hope for the best. About 3 minutes of walking I saw Jonny, staggering in the middle of the road. I ran over and asked him where he was going but all I got was gibberish, I was trying to get his address so I could hail a taxi and send him in the right direction but just took him home instead. He was a mess. I got him a glass of water and some painkillers to take care of the hang over he was undoubtablely going to have the next morning. The only bed available was my bed and like hell I was talking the floor so we shared, not that he had much say but in no way was I going to take advantage. We got into bed, he stopped down to his boxers and I followed suit.
"Night" he whispered.
"Yeah, night"

I woke up and instantly looked over at Jonny, he was still in the same position and was drooling, but he looked so adorable. I looked at my alarm clock and saw it was only 9.30. I returned my head the pillow and tried to get back asleep. A few minutes later he started rolling around and then he reached back, grabbed my hand and pulled it over him, as if it was a blanket. My hand was up against his hard abs, and he was just holding on to my hand. I moved in closer and started to spoon him, and he responded by squeezing my hand. I soon fell asleep.

Later that day I woke up again and was shocked to see him facing me and cuddled into my chest. I wanted to stay like that for hours but I really needed to use the bathroom. I gently pulled away from him and headed out to the bathroom, I couldn't believe my luck. This was actually happening, this amazing, cute guy was cuddling up to me in my bed. It was such a great feeling. I went back in and as I got under the covers he woke.
"Morning boozy" he smiled.

I smiled back and decided to go for a kiss, so I leaned in, our lips touched…It was like a dream, but it was short lived. He thumped me in the side of the head and legged it out the door. I was so shocked, he didn't seem like the aggressive type at all. I spent most of the day thinking about this guy who I had only met. I didn't want to but I couldn't help it.

That night the phone rang…Guess who?

to be continued...