Coming out to my best Friend Part 1

This Story is about what happened to me and one of my best friends last summer.
Its my first Story ever, and i have to add, my first Language is NOT English, so i might have made a few mistakes.

I was 18 at the time, he 19. I always knew I wasn’t “Straight”, so for me, what happened isn’t that much of a surprise.

I am 6 foot tall, I weigh a little more than I maybe need to, but I am comfortable with my body, I am quite muscular though. My friend is as tall as me, he is very muscular and handsome. He keeps himself in shape and also has quite the good fashion sense.



It all started with me telling my friend that I am Bisexual when we were sitting outside, having a drink and listening to some music.

We always love to do that during the summer, its just a little relaxation after a hectic week of work, where we just talk about anything and everything.
That night we talked about a Gay couple we met some time ago, I don’t even know how we came to the subject, but talking about it was probably one of the best things to ever happen to me.



We talked about how wonderful the two were together and how sad we got when we heard their Stories about being disrespected by people. In our country there is a lot less bigotry against Gays, but it is still present.

Sometime in the conversation I started to think to myself what would happen if I told him my Secret? Would he abandon me, never talk to me again? Would he still be my friend, after all these years he surely must accept me for my true self?



At one point I wasn’t responding to something he said for a minute or two, so he asked what I was thinking about.

I just came out. I said it.

“I am Bisexual”

There. I did it. I couldn’t think straight and almost instantly I regretted saying it.

After a few painfully silent seconds that seemed to last years he suddenly stood behind me.

He put both his arms on my shoulder; I was shivering due to his touch.



His Hands on my shoulder’s made me feel much better in an instant. I felt his Breath in my Neck as he started to move his head towards it.

“What are you doing there?” I asked him.

He took one hand off my shoulder, held his index finger right in front of my mouth to signal me to stop talking.

My heart started beating faster in anticipation of what I thought was going to happen right then.

His Lips hit my Neck; he started to kiss me gently.