It was usually a time to let off steam, talk about the week, get the boss to buy you a well-earned beer and generally socialise with your mates. Markus enjoyed this time with the guys, as during the week they seldom had time to sit and chat. Jason came in after a while and joined them. Jason was also a mechanic but worked for a local garage and repairer, so did not work on the newer vehicles.

The usual frivolities were carried out, jokes at everyone’s expense, jibing about sexual conquests, or lack of and just having a good time and a few beers. While Markus was taking a leak in the toilet, Jason walked in. “You coming into the city with me tonight?”

Markus did not need to be asked twice. “Fuck yeah, where we headed?”

Jason looked at Markus as he was shaking his cock dry, “You know you got a big cock Mark, some lady is goin to love you some day.”

Markus just looked at him and smiled his cheeky grin. “You can have it if you want it.” And immediately he coloured up realising what he had just said. It was an off-the-cuff remark, more a thought really, and was never meant to be said openly.

Jason looked at him, a little shocked but not unpleased. “Thought you’d never ask,” he said “been wanting to ask you that for a while now. I thought you were gay but could not prove it enough to come out to you.”

Markus was now blushing and a little apprehensive “What you mean by gay? I’m not gay.”

Jason started to apologise, then grabbed Markus by the neck and kissed him on the lips. At first Markus was indignant and tried to remove his lips from Jason’s but started to feel something. His crotch was stirring, his body felt hot and was starting to sweat, and he felt a tingle down his neck and into his spine, in fact he had never felt this way before. He grabbed the back of Jason’s head and pressed it harder onto his lips and felt the passion run between them. When they came up for air, Jason fell onto Markus’s shoulder and started to cry.

“You know how long I have felt like doing that to you? How long I have dreamt every night of sleeping with you? How long I have wanted to tell you I loved you? I loved you in 8th grade, that’s how long, 4 years. 4 years of torture knowing you were my best mate and not being able to hold your hand or hold you tight. I love you Markus, with all my heart I love you.”

Markus’s head was reeling now, not only from the kiss but also from what Jason had just said. Yes he had enjoyed what had just happened, but was he ready for this yet. His best mate was gay, and it did not faze him at all. His best mate had just kissed him and he enjoyed it. His best mate had just cried on his shoulder and he had accepted it as part of their friendship. Was he gay too? Was this what he was looking for, trying to find, why women had no hold over him? “Drive me home Jason, now.”

When they got in the car, Markus told Jason to drive up to the Botanic Gardens and park there so they could talk. Jason owned a Nissan