I felt a rush of blood to my dick, my whole body lighting up in lust and confusion. I couldn't stop myself from smiling back, rooted to the spot in both fear and lust, and soon his hand crept all the way up my thigh to find the back of my track pants, sliding in to cup my round, feminine ass in his palm. Once he realised I wasn't going to leave I felt his muscular hand squeeze my thigh, a smug little smile creeping across his face. I knew I shouldn't be doing it, but it just made me want it more. And the more he stared, the more I realised I liked it. We chatted for a bit, ignoring whatever was playing on the TV, but the whole time I could feel him staring at me like a piece of meat. I could see his bulge through the corner of my eye, but I walked over to the couch anyway, sitting down next to him. His shirt was off, his muscular chest out, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of grey track pants. There was something different in how he looked at me, a little glint in his eye that I'd never seen before. But I didn't dwell on it long before walking over the estate to Conor's flat. I had an hourglass build, and was almost hairless. I pulled on some track pants and a t-shirt, looking at myself for a second in the mirror before I left. The tone of how he spoke to me, how he told me rather than asked me, triggered something buried deep inside me. I was already ready for bed, but something about the way he text me made me rush to get dressed and go meet him. He text me just after ten, telling me to come round and smoke with him. Until one night, when I found out what he really wanted.
It was strange to me that we were friends as well. To be honest, we didn't have anything in common, other than that we both smoked. He was stocky and well over six foot, while I was lithe and shorter than most people I knew. We were from the same estate but I was shy and kept to myself, while he was a loud, social guy. It was strange to people that we were friends at all. That, or I just put them to one side, secretly knowing what I wanted to happen. I'd always heard rumours that Conor was gay, but I never really believed them. I tried to change it, but nothing worked. And every time I watched porn I found myself imagining myself in the place of the girl, focusing on nothing but cock. But every time I slept with someone I couldn't help but imagine what it was like to be on the bottom, or on my knees sucking cock. I'd tried getting with girls but something always felt empty about it, like I was just going through the motions. I didn't know any gay people, and where I grew up most people were homophobic, so I never had a chance to experiment. I'd always wondered if I was gay, but I'd never had the nerves to find out. I thought I was straight, but Conor showed me the joys of sucking cock