13th steppin

Dave was going through a breakup with his girlfriend. He told me so the last time I talked to him on the phone. Even though there was wishful thinking on my part, I didn't think Dave was going to go gay for me.

I stopped participating in the Zoom video conferences for the support group. I got tired of hearing stories from sex addicts, but mostly because I didn't want to see Dave. I ended up talking to people individually be phone, replacing Dave, my normal phone buddy, with other guys who had been doing better in the recovery program. I confessed to them that I hadn't been working the program and was finding myself doing so much more hookups than before. They questioned my motivations and I told them that it was over a "guy".

One of the things you may or may not know is that sex addiction recovery groups is usually dominated by straight guys. Being one of the few gay people there, I often felt self-conscious talking about my sex addiction. What's worse is that often times you'll find extremely hot straight guys who go to these meetings talking about their problems with sex, masturbation, porn, how they treat their girlfriends.

Outside of sex and hookup with men, I had no real gay friends. Through the recovery group, I managed to make some platonic friends, mostly straight. At the beginning, it helped me being focused to stop the rampant hookups and addiction to Grindr. Dave was one of the first people who helped me out. I just never knew that the fine line between straight and gay was so thin, like how I managed to suck off Dave in a bar bathroom while we both had been drinking.

Now many months deep into the Covid shutdown, I had felt isolated and lonely. I managed to delete Grindr off my phone and kept it uninstalled for 2 weeks. Out of the blue one day, I get a call from Dave. He said he wanted to check in and since I hadn't been to meetings, he thought he'd take the initiative. I had few words to say to him, but I lent him my ear in case he had anything to say.

Dave started by apologizing to me, saying that he had gone through a rough patch. The girlfriend is on hiatus, but is probably going to end. They hadn't spoken for weeks now since he told her about his sex addiction. I sincerely told him that I felt sorry for the hurt he felt from her not accepting him. However, he added that he wanted to make amends to me for how he treated me regarding that incident in the bathroom and what happened afterwards. I told him it was "water under the bridge".

Then Dave asked if it was possible to talk face to face. I wasn't sure if I heard it wrong or what.

"Would you be open to talking in person? I have things I want to get off my chest."

I asked him where and he said he could pick me up in his car and we can drive around to talk. Being that this was Covid, there wasn't many options. I told him I was fine with that.

Dave came by at 2PM and I got in his car. We first drove around the city and he started first:

"I want to tell you something personal. It's been hard for me to say this, because it's something I've been dealing with. When I tell people about my history with sex addiction, there are details I don't discuss."

I wasn't sure where this would head, but I looked at him briefly before his next sentence.

"I grew up in a household where sex was not discussed. My parents pretended like it didn't exist. But I knew at an early age that my body...my dick acted on its own. I like to hump things, get erections, it felt good."

Now, this was the type of talk from Dan that always aroused me. Even though he's being serious, I was starting to get hard.

"Growin up in a small town, we didn't have much to do. One of the people I grew up with was this guy named Jason. He came over to my house a lot and we did sleepovers for many years. Jason had this Polaroid camera and he would go around taking pictures of whatever. It was one day when he just randomly said that we should both get naked to take a photo. At first I thought it was weird or he's joking, but he was serious. Nervous, I went along with it. It was the first time I was naked with another guy. As we both were standing in front of a mirror, my dick suddenly got hard. Jason saw it and laughed at first, but then he touched it. I didn't know how to react..."

Dave talked about his first gay experience. I didn't know why he was telling me all this.

"Jason had taken a few photos and he let me keep some. Once I left town for college, I never stayed in contact with Jason, but I had those Polaroid photos in a box of mementos. Through the years, I would go back and look at those photos, me and Jason when we were younger. It made me think about whether I was gay or straight."

He paused. I guess he wanted me to respond. I told him that it's normal to question those things at a young age. I told him that I knew very clearly when I was a kid that I was sexually attracted to guys.

"When I got into recovery and going to meetings, I noticed that I talk a lot about my trouble with girlfriends and women. I think I was just in denial that maybe I also liked guys."

I was still unsure how to take this piece of information. Should I be excited?

It was at this point that Dave's right arm ends up my left leg. He squeezed my leg and said, "I think I want to be honest with you that maybe there's something more between us two that I want to explore."

I had a full-on boner after those words. I guided his hand to my crotch and he could feel my rock-hard pulsating cock. Dave takes his eyes off the road briefly to look down at my crotch and then up at me.

We drove back to his apartment. We went upstairs to his bedroom. In it, I saw a tidy room, bedsheets folded and no clothes strewn on the floor. He reaches under his bed and pulls out a box. Inside, he digs through and pulls out those Polaroid photos he told me earlier.

The square photos showed a younger Dave, slimmer, but with a recognizable face, albeit with his scruff now. Jason was hot; he must have been an athlete and he had this muscular build. Dave looked like a nerdy boy next to him. He flipped to the next photo of Dave giving Jason a massive blowjob. I was gonna explode in my pants just seeing it. In the old photo, Dave didn't look ashamed at all...he had his lips and tongue on a sizable cock.

I told him that all of this was seriously turning me on. Dave then put the box aside. He laid down in bed with me and we turned on our sides to face each other. He asked if I was okay with all of this.

I nodded yes. He then asked if I could pull out my phone and I could show him Grindr.

I told him that I had deleted it and kept it deleted for the past few weeks. I asked him why he wanted to see it. He explained that he wanted to know what gay men looked like, the types of guys I hooked up with. Maybe Dave had this impression that I was some rock star with so many fans.

I told him if he wanted to see some raunchy photos, I opened up the photo album on my phone. I had various pics of me naked, showing off my cock/ass. These were pics that I'd sent to guys. I opened one video showing me fucking a guy bareback in a bathroom stall. Dave studied it like it was a math problem, not saying much but totally focused. I touched Dave's crotch and it was rock hard.

It was at this point that we both got naked. Even though I had seen his big thick cock before, I had never seen him shirtless. He was as hairy as I imagined, but all on a toned body. He had these thick muscular calves covered in thick hair. His ass crack was equally hairy. All of that turned me on.

Dave looked at me and my body. He dragged his hand down my shoulders, across my smooth chest, and down to my hips. I was a skinny twink compared to him. We proceeded to 69 each other and Dave showed me how good he was at with sucking dick. It was clear this was not his first time. He slobbered all my cock and used the juices to lube up for some fingering my tight ass.

I took the alternate route of rimming his hairy ass. It was slightly musky but the forest of hair in that crack gave my tongue a run for its money. I penetrated his puckering hole with my tongue and Dave moaned so loudly as if his cherry was gonna be popped.

Just like that, I flipped Dave onto his stomach and I prepared to insert my hard cock in his virgin hole. My generous pre-cum was more than enough to lube up his hole. I pushed him, one inch at a time. He breathed heavily as he took my cock. Then I started pounded and he started to wimper like a little girl. He'd mumble, "Oh yeah, harder please, harder."

The combination of Dave's abrasive hairy crack and his tight hole made me cum so quickly. I shot my load, which was actually 1.5 weeks of r/nofap and he certainly had some leaking out when I pulled out.

I went over to kiss Dave on my mouth and he fully embraced me. I then worked on his thick cock. I was sucking him hard and he had his eyes closed in joy. Eventually I get to the moment he had to bust and my mouth so tightly that I swallowed every drop that shoot out of his piss-hole. He quivered as I polished his cock. I had a drop of cum on the corner of my mouth and he bent down to lick that drop up.

At the end of the sex, I took out my phone and asked him we could do a photo in front of the mirror. He was fine it as long as we cut off our heads. In the photo, he hugged me from behind, with his hairy body wrapped around my twinky frame.

After he took me home. I had no idea if we were dating, just fucking around, or what. I guess I didn't care about labels anymore.

The following week, there was a Zoom video conference call where Dave was again the special speaker. Different from his previous speeches, this time he told everyone that he had struggled with bisexuality for the longest time. I'm sure everyone on the call turned their heads when they heard this.

I don't participate in the support group beyond individual phone calls now. Yeah, I talk to Dave, but it's on a more personal basis. I'm hoping our relationship grows, but at least I got that photo of us fresh after sex that I could obnoxiously put as my phone's wallpaper.

THE END?