Several years back, when I was 17. I was invited by my friend at a fiesta in their hometown in Marikina. I never turned down free food before, so, I happily accepted the invite.

When I got there, his brother, Ian, greeted me. He told me that his brother was buying some ice and would be back soon. Ian was 15 then. He stood around 5’9, lithe body, cute eyes and smile. Every since I met him, I had a crush on him because he was so cute.

He led me inside the house and offered me food to eat. There were people almost anywhere in the house, so, he offered me to eat in his room instead. He was playing some video game before I came. So, after filling my plate, we went to his room where he resumed playing his game while I watched and gobbled up my food.

When evening fell, we were in their garage with his brother, male relatives and neighbors drinking. Basically, Ian was the one who entertained me by engaging me into a conversation. We talked about school, personal life and almost anything we could talk about. I didn’t mind that my friend wasn’t much around to entertain me, he was constantly being asked by his parents to buy something. Actually, I was really happy that I was able to spend some time with Ian.

Then I vivid recall one of the topics of our rap. He asked me if I ever had a crush on a guy. He further added that being in a private all male school, he sometimes felt attracted towards the same sex. I told him that I do and that it was perfectly normal. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand before saying that at least he wasn’t only the one who felt that
way.

I never intended to stay at their place until the wee hours in the morning. But I guessed talking with such a witty, pleasing, and humorous guy like Ian, made me lose track of time. I told Ian that it was late and I need to go home before my parents had a fit. But Ian told me that I was no longer in the condition to commute home, offered me to sleepover. His brother and parents agreed. I wasn’t totally wasted from the alcohol that I had consumed. But I accepted their offer, because I was tired to go home. I called my parents and informed them that I wouldn’t come home. And they were quite cool about it.

When all the guests had left about 3 in the morning. We went inside the house. I asked my friend where I could crash. Ian within an earshot jumped right away into the conversation and told me that I was going to sleep in his room. My friend made a funny look at his brother, but agreed with Ian’s proposal. After that my friend bid me goodnight and went to his room. I saw Ian’s eyes were kindda glowing. I don’t know why and I didn’t put much meaning to it. I was tipsy, tired and sleepy to psychoanalyze what it meant. I asked Ian to lend me a towel so I could wash my face. He went to his room and returned with the cloth in hand. He handed it to me and showed me where the bathroom was.

While I was washing my face, he stood outside the door watching me. After that, I took the toothpaste and placed some in my index finger. Since I didn't brought my toothbrush, I had no choice but to brush my teeth with my finger. After using the sink, I needed to piss badly, so I turned my back at Ian, unzipped my shorts, held my flaccid cock in my right hand and began peeing. By then, Ian was using the sink doing the things that I’ve done earlier. After I finished filling the bowel, I zipped up. I moved behind Ian so that I could get out of the lavatory. I waited for Ian to finish and together we went to his room.

Once we both inside the room, Ian bolted the door. He began removing his shirt. I followed suit because I never liked sleeping with my shirt on. Then, he asked me if I’d mind if he slept in his underwear. I said, I didn’t mind if he doesn’t mind me sleeping in mine. He smiled and dropped his pants. He was wearing plain white briefs. I loved the way the material hugged his dick and protruding buttocks. I removed mine showing him my boxers. When I sat on the bed and removed my shoes, the slit of my shorts was slightly open and Ian made a remark about it. He told me that he thought that talk about me wasn’t true. I asked him which rumor it was. He told me that his brother told me that I don’t wear any wear. I corrected him and informed him that boxer shorts was another type of underwear and added how I dislike wearing briefs.

After our small chitchat, I told him that I was sleepy. He opened the lamp near the bed, before turning off the bedroom lights. He told me that he couldn’t sleep without any lights on. I laid on my back while he slept on his right side facing me. The moment my back hit the bed, I instantly fell asleep.

The alarmed rang. It was 6 am. Ian might have forgotten to turn it off. Since it was near my side, I reached for it and turned it off. When I looked down, I saw Ian’s head resting on my stomach with my flaccid dick in his hand. I saw also that there were dried cum just above my pubic area and Ian’s left cheek. I tried not to make any sudden movements. Somehow, seeing that I deduced that the guy I had a crush on might have sucked my dick while I was asleep. The thought of that made me randy. My cock became aroused in Ian’s left hand. How I wished he had woke me when he was sucking me.

Then I tapped Ian’s left shoulder and said his name softly. He woke up. He immediately looked at me and realized that he had been caught. He jumped out of the bed and then paced the room anxiously. I told him that it was cool. I assured him that I was cool with it. He just kept onchanting the word, "Shit." Then he stopped his chanting, pacing and told me how sorry he was about the whole thing. I reassured him that it was okay. But he seemed to be so embarrassed about the whole incident that he did not believed me when I said that I was cool with.

Not wanting to derange him, I told him that I better leave. Instantly, I got dressed and bid him goodbye. He didn’t even see me to the door nor looked in my eyes.

After that, whenever our paths would cross, he distanced himself from me. I really don’t know why he reacted that way. Several times, I tried to talk to him about it. But it was no use. He just kept dodging me. So, eventually, I stopped reaching out to him.

.. end