Queer bent bastard

I can’t describe how I was feeling as I lay there with Kent and Kyle and everyone. It was like we had known each other and been friends since birth. I was so comfortable and so at ease. It was hard to believe I had only really met most of them a few hours ago. I felt completely on top of the world. That was, until I felt Kyle’s fingers brush mine. I turned my head to see him looking at me, smiling. Even in the dark, his eyes sparkled. Okay, maybe NOW I was on top of the world.

I don’t think either one of us was conscious of the fact that we were moving closer together. At least, not before our lips met. I can honestly say that if I were asked to explain how I felt at that moment, I wouldn’t be able to. As Kyle slowly moved away, he wasn’t smiling anymore. He was grinning from ear to ear and was soon moving in for another kiss. It was during that particular mind-blowing experience that somewhere off in the distance, we heard what sounded like someone clearing their throat. When we finally decided to pay attention to our surroundings again, we were looking into the smiling face of Kent.