My phone bleeped, who’s texting me at this time on a Sunday morning I thought, I ignored it. Two seconds later it went again, I stretched across to check, it was my builder mate, I had mentioned that my Mrs was away for a few days previously and he was wondering if I wanted the small job I had been putting off done. I replied “Sure I’m home alone, pop round when you’re free” “I’ll be around in 20” was he reply. I leapt out of bed and headed for the shower, once clean slipped on a pair of tight boxers and loose fitting bottoms and t-shirt. Right on cue, the doorbell went, I looked out, his van was parked up, I hurriedly completed adorning my attire and opened the door with a grin. He went straight to work, completing the job in 10 minutes “fancy a coffee” I asked, “No, but I do know what I’d fancy” was his reply. We headed for the sitting room, he was ahead of me and I grabbed his tracksuit bottoms and yanked them down, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, He put his hand backed and grabbed my crotch, squeezing it slightly we sat on the sofa and began the usual ritual of exploring each other. We snogged like we’d never done before, whilst re-visiting areas of each other’s bodies that we’d now become both familiar and comfortable with. This time it was different, definitely more passionate and an urge to go to the next level, suddenly I was presented with a condom and some lube, he got on all fours and said be gentle. I was hesitant and a tad reluctant, the goal posts had suddenly changed, how could I, would I considering we’re mates amongst a large group of “ straight friends” would this change our Lad’s night out talking Footie etc. Dilemma………..