When the doorbell rang, I was actually a bit surprised.
Sunday afternoon at 3 o'clock, who would come looking for me.
While holding the remote to turn down the TV volume, I slowly walked over to open the door.
The door opened.
"Hey~~"
My friend was standing at the door, holding pizza and a bag of beer in his hands.
"Huh?... Why are you here?"
I froze for a moment, "Aren't you with your girlfriend?"
He didn't answer, just took a step forward and shoved the things directly into my hands.
"And wind octopus ball flavored Pizza should be fine for you, right?"
I stepped aside to let him in.
The moment the door closed, I noticed his expression,
Somehow felt something was off.
His usual carefree demeanor was gone.
He seemed a bit down.
"What, got dumped?"
While putting the pizza on the table, I asked in a deliberately casual tone.
"Huh?"
He sat on the sofa and leaned back.
"Then what are you doing here?"
He didn't reply, reached for a can of beer and opened it directly.
I shrugged, plopped down next to him, grabbed a slice of Pizza, opened a can of beer, and continued watching the show I was watching earlier
He glanced at me and joined in watching too.
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During the process, we chatted about random things,
Talked about the show, travel, some past events, etc.,
While eating pizza and drinking beer
As we chatted, maybe the alcohol was making us let our guard down
After finishing the third can, he finally spoke up.
"I... broke up with her."
"What happened?" I looked at the TV, pretending not to care as I took a sip of beer, thinking to myself that he was finally going to say it.
He gave a bitter smile.
"It's nothing, just..."
He paused, scratched his head.
"We haven't done it for a long, long time."
I turned to look at him.
"Huh? Not at all?"
"Yeah..." He shyly scratched his head.
"Even though she didn't say anything, she would just avoid it."
"Did you ask her?"
"I did."
He sighed. "She kept saying she was tired or something."
"What about weekends?"
He didn't reply, took a sip of beer, but his expression said it all.
"Hey... did you go too fast?" I asked directly.
"What do you mean?" He frowned.
I looked at him, "You don't mean you just take off your clothes and go straight in, right?"
"..."
"For real? Don't tell me it's true."
He looked at me without denying it.
I burst out laughing, "Oh my god! No wonder she doesn't want to do it with you!"
"Hey!"
"Seriously, who wouldn't avoid you like that? It's not like she's some sex toy."
He frowned, "Then what should I do?"
I leaned back on the sofa, feeling a bit relaxed as the alcohol started kicking in.
"You need to help the other person relax first."
"How to relax?" His face was also starting to flush from the alcohol.
"...You really have no idea?" I glanced at him.
With his silence, I sighed.
"Alright, come here, teacher will teach you."
"...Why do you sound so experienced?."
I smirked and said to him, "At least I've been in the gay circle for many years, and had fuck buddies too..." I gestured a few numbers in the air with my fingers.
His eyes widened when he saw it, then he started asking curiously about this topic.
"You guys... homosexuals... how do you do it?"
"Want to know?" I started teasing him
"Cut the crap, hurry up and tell me." He adjusted his sitting posture, facing me directly, looking more and more curious.
"Usually we start with kissing, then lick down from the neck..."
I looked at his confused expression, "...You don't do that?"
"Cut the crap! Then what?"
"...Then continue down to the chest..., and use your hands to gently caress the other person's body at the same time... Wow! You look like you've never done this before!" I rolled my eyes. "No one can stand that."
"Then keep talking, I'll learn!" He was a bit annoyed from being teased.
I looked at him and smiled, "Why are you mad!"
"Hurry up!"
"Then remember to come back for kissing, and you can occasionally..."
I deliberately leaned closer to his face and said, "Like this—"
After saying that, I blew a breath of hot air into his ear
His breathing paused slightly, and he let out a cold grunt.
I noticed it, but didn't stop. I leaned my whole body toward him, keeping a distance that was almost like hugging,
Then my breath kept blowing on his neck
"Mm..." He stayed in place but couldn't help letting out a soft moan.
I immediately sat back in my original spot and smiled, saying to him, "This is called foreplay and flirting, got it?" I took a sip of beer.
He was still frozen in place, his expression filled with complicated emotions
I laughed, "Isn't it amazing! You need to flirt more so the other person feels it~."