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How I Came to Enjoy Gay Porn with the Quiet Guy at Work

This is a story about self-discovery and how being stood up led to the time of my life. I’m a pretty good-looking guy, I also got a pretty big cock and I never had any problem getting girls, even if my features are kind of soft at times. Not looking like your average manly man had made me very popular in some circles and I was totally ok with it. Over the last couple of years, I started to hang out with Malcolm, who is the polar opposite of what I look like: he was tall, muscular and rough. We hit it off as friends even if he’s a little too loud at times he mostly keeps to himself on personal matters.

Almost two weeks ago I was awarded this special prize in my job for fulfilling the sales goals of the month. Since the award was a trip to this Asian-Themed spa, I asked Karen to come with me, and she was game for it. When the date of the trip arrived I get this call from Karen just 3 hours before leaving, and she told me she couldn’t make it because a family matter had come up. With no one being able to fill in for her I didn’t feel like spending that time alone and called Malcolm, who was at the bottom of my options since I wanted to get laid.

It was kind of weird when Malcolm accepted my invitation, but I liked the guy enough to know that at least I was about to have a few laughs and we could ogle some girls. After arriving at the spa, the Asian scenery got my attention. Malcolm and I went our separate ways to get all these services they had to offer. We got together again after four or five hours, and we went for a drink in the bar near the thermal pool. After getting hammered, we went to my room since it was the closest and I left him on the sofa as I made my way to bed.

After napping for a couple of hours, I woke up to Malcolm sitting close to me watching porn. For some reason, I didn’t feel unsettled. I looked over his shoulder, and he was scrolling video gay options on his smartphone. When he noticed I was awake, he went to bed with me, and I can’t understand entirely why, but it felt good to have him there. He started to touch me in ways that he seemed to have learned right there. For me, it was like a gay video pov, but it felt amazing to have such rough hands on me. He didn’t speak a word, he was going by instinct, and I welcomed every single thing he did. 

The next two days of the trip we hardly left the room. We didn’t speak about what happened after getting back. It seems to me that he’s still a closeted gay while I have found that being a bisexual man can be really fun. Malcolm and I still remain good friends. We still get together occasionally to watch gay porn and do naughty stuff.