True Story
One of my closest friends from college moved back to the area. He had reached out to see if I could help him move back in. I was happy to help and it wasn't too far from where I lived.
We'll call him Steve. We lived on the same floor in college. He was multiracial and very thin in college. (And very charismatic). We had texted over the years, but I hadn't seen him, so when I showed up and he was jacked, I was surprised.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't aroused. I can appreciate a muscular body, but I generally don't go for that type.
The two of us and another (female) friend helped move him in for most of the day. Samantha and I are close and she is one of the few friends in my inner circle who know I'm gay.
After moving him in, she suggested we go to dinner as a convenience. We went to a local pub and chatted for a bit. As we were all talking Samantha texted me "You are totally eye fucking him".
I wasn't, but she was fucking with me and it made me self conscious. No eye contact for the rest of the meal. We went back to his place and as Samantha left, he asked me to hang out and catch up.
He immediately asked me if everything was ok. He noticed I was acting strangely. I shrugged it off, but told him it was nothing. He wasn't sold, but he dropped it. He started to rub his shoulder and I asked if he was ok. He said he pulled something. I told him I could help and fibbed a little that I had done some massage therapy training. I went over and started to massage his shoulder and neck.
He was a little uncomfortable at first but relaxed and closed his eyes. He said "Are massages this sensual?".
It was not a queue, but I misread it and just blurted. "I'm gay".
He turned at me and said "What?". He didn't retreat, but he just looked at me.
I sat down and explained I was closeted but attracted to men. It was one of the most honest conversations about being homosexual I have ever had. He had a lot of questions.
He asked me what it's like to kiss another man. So I leaned in, with a slight pause as if asking consent. He didn't move back and I kissed him. He kissed me back. It was stiff, but then when I pulled back I said "like that".
I leaned in again, and this time he fell more into his alpha personality. He put his hands on my waist and kissed me, and pulled me in. I moaned a bit. I was throbbing.
He sat down and I did too. He looked at me a bit sideways. I felt embarrassed and said "I'm sorry. I hope this doesn't change things".
It didn't progress beyond that, but it was a massive step towards coming out. Steve would later meet a coworker who was also gay and very much my type. That would be my first out relationship