Alex and David - A gay story

David

Alex's POV
*Dirty Warning*
David and i were walking down the streets of LA, passing by all kinds of strippers. David kept encouraging me to go let them whip me or spark me or sorts, when all I wanted was him.
Nobody knows that I'm gay, but I've had a crush on David but I was pretty sure he was straight until a few days ago after he scared me. He seemed... distant. And he was staring at me. The same stare he gives hot girls. I wasn't sure anymore, but I think he likes me. Then again, I could just be thinking that because I like him.
We were back at his house standing outside David's room. He was filming me again because, boy, he sure like to do that. He asked me a random stupid question when I couldn't take it anymore.
"David, turn the camera off." I said softly.
"What, why?"
"Turn the camera off." I said again.
"Ok..." He turned it off and set it down.
I took a step towards him. He didn't back away, and he didn't seem freaked out. I grabbed his hand. He leaned forward, so I did too. I kissed him. and didn't back away. The kiss got deeper. David brought his hand closer to my area, until finally he grabbed it and started palming me. I left out a moan. We backed into his bedroom and closed the door behind us, locking it. We were both so ready for this.