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I was about 26 years old when I ran into an old high school friend of mine at a gay bar on a Saturday night. He was there with his girlfriend, apparently looking to score some drugs. His name was Larry. He was kind of on the thin side, but super cute. I had a mild crush on him back in high school. I don't remember Larry's girlfriend's name, but she was not very attractive, I don't want to seem cruel, but Larry could have done a lot better than her. She was also super drunk. I myself was feeling pretty good, but still in control and Larry was about the same. So I sat down at the table with them and we chatted and drank beer for a while.

I was sitting on the same side of the table with Larry. His girlfriend was on the other side. I rarely make passes at guys, even in gay bars and especially not at straight guys, but I was losing my inhibitions so I reached under the table and put my hand on Larry's leg. He didn't stop me, so I started rubbing the inside of his thigh. He continued on like nothing was happening. He then started doing the same thing to me. The girlfriend was completely oblivious.

At some point in time, Larry suggested we all go back to my place. I didn't have a car, so we rode in the girlfriends car with her driving. Nothing bad happened on the drive to my place, luckily, but she was so far gone that I don't think the car exceeded 15 mph the whole way back to my house. At the time, I was living in the basement of my grandmother's empty home as a house sitter while it was on the market. She had remarried and moved out. I had the entire house to myself. The house was mostly unfurnished except for the basement where I lived.

The three of us went down to the basement. The girlfriend sat down on the couch where she immediately passed out. Then Larry said he was hungry and suggested we go upstairs to the kitchen and see what's in the fridge. As soon as we got upstairs, Larry grabbed me, turned me toward him and started kissing me hard. I was surprised, but I started kissing him back. When we stopped kissing, I suggested we go to my bedroom in the basement. He said no, because it was too close to his girlfriend. I then suggested we go to an upstairs bedroom where there still was a single bed that hadn't been moved yet. He said yes, but before we went upstairs, Larry locked the door to the basement. He was super paranoid that his girlfriend would wake up and come looking for him and I guess he didn't want her to see him in bed with another guy.

We went upstairs and got completely naked. We were both hard as rocks and his cock was about the same size as my cock, which I loved because at the time I was self conscious about the size of my dick. He also had a very hot body. He was lean and had a well defined chest. We got onto the bed which was just a bare mattress without any sheets. We jacked each others dicks and rubbed up against each other and kissed. At one point he pressed his butt cheeks up against my dick and said he wanted me to fuck him. I told him I could run downstairs really quick to get a condom and lube, but he was afraid I would wake the gf. At this point, maybe 15 or 20 minutes had gone by since we left the basement and Larry was getting worried that his girlfriend was going to wake up. Neither one of us had cum yet, but he was wanting to get back to the basement.

Larry got out of bed and was going to put his clothes back on. I told him I needed to get off first, so I just started jacking off really fast while laying on the mattress with him naked standing over me. Then he started jacking off really fast too. A few minutes later, Larry shot his load right on my cock and hand and then I used his jiz as lube and started sliding my hand up and down my cock. He started tickling my balls with his hand and I came immediately, shooting across my chest and onto the mattress. We got dressed and went back down to the basement where the girlfriend was still sound asleep. He woke her up and they left. Unfortunately, I never ran into Larry again.

For several weeks after that, I was kind of hoping Larry would find his way back to my house without the girlfriend and then let me fuck him. He probably had no idea where I lived. I suspect the real reason he was at that gay bar was because he was curious. I hope I satisfied his curiosity at least just a little bit.