It started out as a usual day for me. I woke up at 7:00 in the morning and lay in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering about the consequences of not telling my friends and family that I was gay. I knew I was gay since my senior year in high school. I dated many girls to make sure nobody figured out my true sexuality. I wouldn't consider myself "hot" (as most girls surely did). I saw myself as a handsome guy with brown hair, green eyes, and a slightly muscular build from my position as quarterback on my university's football team. I had been told my facial structure resembled Chad Michael Murray. I had a hard time controlling my cravings for men, but I somehow got by with internet porn and just looking at other men’s cocks at the fitness room showers.

Trying not to think about various family and friend's reactions, I got out of bed and walked to the next room to awake my housemate. I walked through Dane's (my house-mate's name) doorway to see his naked ass protruding from the depths of his blankets. Dane was a gorgeous Italian man with piercing blue eyes and just a hint of a six-pack. His features reminded me of Brad Pitt. I stood there for a few seconds admiring the view. Breaking out of my stupor, I walked to his bedside and slapped his ass, yelling at him to get ready. He groaned and buried his face in his pillow. I told him again to get up and get ready for work. I walked back to my room and got ready to shower. Before reaching the door, I felt someone's gaze and turned around to see Dane standing naked in my doorway. Without saying anything, he walked towards me and placed his hands above the waistline of my boxers. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I know you’re gay". He pulled back, his hands still above my boxers, with a slight smile on his face. I wasn't surprised, because I knew he had already found out. A few days previously, I found some of my gay porno magazines scattered across my closet floor.

Smiling, I took his hand and led him to the downstairs parlor, throwing the towel on my bed in passing. At the base of the stairwell, I looked back to see the puzzled look on Dane's face. I smiled and walked to the sliding door. I turned around and said, "Come swim with me". With that, I let go of his hand and slid open the glass door. I walked beside the pool and pulled down my boxers as tantalizingly as possible. I dove into the deep end of the pool and let myself float up to the surface in time to see a splash a few feet in front of me. Seconds later, I saw Dane surface and shake the water out of his hair. I slowly swam next to him and grabbed the back of his head, guiding his lips to mine. As our lips met, I felt my raging hard-on against his 7-inch cock. I parted my lips to let his tongue probe the back of my throat. My hands wound their way around his waist and neck. Slowly, I slid my hands from his hips to his soft ass. He didn't object so I slowly worked my way to his thighs and to his fully hard uncut cock. Slowly I began to jack him off. We parted lips and I looked deep into his blue eyes. He responded