Who is Mike and How Did It All Happen?

I've known Mike casually for about two years now but 2009 has been the time of our friendship with obvious sexual tension.

I met him a while ago when he was living with my exboyfriend. We only ever hung out when I would go visit Paul, but this year we have been spending time together more intentionally, and we became friends rather than acquaintances. I was with Mark and was trying to honour that relationship and Mike understood that I was taken, so neither of us really crossed any lines - until recently.

The night of the Much Music Video Music Awards Mike and I had passes to an after party at Ultra - one of those pretentious, exclusive, see-and-be-seen type of places. The party was great, everyone was beautiful and young, Audrina and the Black Eyed Peas were among some of the celebs there (this was the night that Will-I-Am punched that ass hole Perez Hilton) yada yada yada - it was a good night. I had too much to drink, woke up on Mike's couch in the morning, and headed home when he had to leave for work.

Later in the day when we were texting each other he told me that we made out. I didn't remember it at all but he said it happened at the club and then again at his apartment and that he had to try really hard to convince me to stay on the couch. I wasn't surprised that I made out with him seeing as I've been really attracted to him for a long time, we've been hanging out more than Mark and I have, and there was a lot of booze involved - but I was definitely disappointed that I didn't remember it. We tried to do the moral thing and told each other that it wouldn't happen again, but the flirtation got more intense, and occasionally we would reference the make out session with coy grins on our faces. Who were we kidding - continuing to hang out and party together only had one possible outcome - sex.

A couple of nights later I went to watch some friends compete in a flair bartending competition and I invited Mike to come along. Again, a great night, but after the competition we headed out to the village and made out again at the bar. I went home with him again, but this time I did not stay on the couch.

Nothing happened that night, but in the morning, seeing him laying beside me, with his muscular back exposed and his shorts hugging his tight firm bubble butt, I couldn't resist but to start massaging his shoulders, rubbing my cock into his ass, kissing his neck... We were both hard and craving this for months and our whole relationship then changed when I uttered those five words: "Do you have a condom?"

His ass was incredible. Definitely the hottest bum I've ever stuck my cock in. In fact, his whole body seemed to be designed for what I want in a bottom. He's super masculine, he's built and athletic, he's bendy, and he's a lot shorter than me so even though he's built Ford tough, I can still flip him around, pin him down, and take charge exactly how he likes it.

The sex was great which was a bit of a problem. I figured that it would happen once, we would get it out of our systems, then move on - me with Mark and a big secret, and Mike just with the secret. That didn't happen though. The chemistry just made us want to do it again. And so we did. The next night.

We went to a pride party Friday night called "Bootcamp". It was one of those shirts off, fucked up on drugs, party until 7 am type of parties. Not my thing at all and when Francois Sagat started getting his dick sucked by a circle of retarded party goers - I took that as my cue to leave. So Mike and I went back to my place, I gave it to him again, and then had a lot to think about in the morning.

Mark was visiting on Saturday and I had to decide how to handle this whole situation.