Joel’s wife kicked him out. It’d been a long time coming. You gave him your sofa for as long as he needed, and as the days turned to weeks, and you and Joel spent your evenings together, your relationship started to shift. You were basically gay, and basically open about that. You’d told Joel how you felt about men one drunken night years ago, and he’d been a bit shocked… but not overly. He’d never shown any interest in you, though. Or men in general.

But a couple of weeks into your new living arrangements, as Joel lay back in his grey sweatpants (no underwear, you noticed) with his hairy torso on show, he asked you very bluntly if you found him attractive. Your heart-raced. Yes, the answer was obviously yes. You’d thought about him many times over the years, but ever since he’d been living with you – surrounded by his scent, voice and aura – he was all you thought about. You played it cool. You told him he was a very attractive man and you’d be stupid not to think he was hot. He smirked. He leaned over and kissed you softly on the lips. You hardened on the spot. What the fuck was happening?

As he continued to kiss you, his hands travelled down to your own sweatpants and grabbed for the rock hard cock within. You pushed him off.

“Joel, what the fuck?!”

“I don’t know,” he said as he wiped his mouth. “I don’t know what this is. But I wanna find out. You can’t fucking tell me you’re not interested.”

Your head told you no. That this was a bad idea. That chasing “confused”, lonely, closeted men who were technically married was a dangerous path. But your head was never gonna decide this. Your dick and heart said yes. They won. They always won. You threw yourself at him and made love to his lips. You were happy to find he was just as hard as you.

It’ll be our little secret