I loved him

So I'm straight - I thought. It started with texts. Doesn't everything these days? My gorgeous friend hinted he liked me. I hinted back. So began a slow (gay) seduction of intimate photo exchange. He was older. And had always been gay. I was, obviously therefore, younger and had played a bit but never committed. He rang. I responded. We drank. My hand strayed to his face. We kissed. My hand strayed again, but not to his face this time. I unbuttoned him and gently pulled apart his pants. I edged them under his bottom and down over his ankles. There, in front of me, his manhood flopped, ready for something. I started with my tongue. Gently. Licking. He rose to the occasion. I took him fully in my mouth. His softer, velvet, circumsised tip caressing my lips, my tongue, my throat. We moved to the bed. I pushed him back. I grabbed our two cocks together. Frotting. I slid up his body. I slowly slid back onto his cock. His enormous mushroom head pushed against my not quite virgin arse. Gently. He let me control it. I pushed down on his fat cock. It hurt but it felt so beautiful. I worked myself up and down that beautiful cock. I was on top. Nipple to nipple. We kissed. I felt his cock become harder and bigger. He came. Deep inside me. I miss him