I am 30 years old now, he is 29 years old now. First of all, I am gay, he is straight. When I met him, I was 18 years old and he was 17 years old. I returned to my hometown in my senior year to intern at a company, and he was intern at the company partner where I was intern. Due to work, I would run to his office. The first time I saw him, I paid more attention to him because he was very handsome. He also paid attention to me because I was very tall (I am 185 cm), but he rarely spoke and was busy doing his own things. I just passed by him. Later, we had intersections a few times. I would ask him for some information and go out with him to do some work. After a few times, I would chat with him about some private matters. I learned that he was from another city, and his parents rented a house to settle down in this city. At that time, he had just broken up with his girlfriend, and his work had just started as an intern. His family couldn’t help, so he was in a low mood. I was also relatively young at that time, and I didn’t think too much about it. I just thought he was very handsome and wanted to make friends, thinking that it would be great if he was also handsome. After that, we just had some normal interactions. Gradually, we got to know each other better. We would get off work together and go out to eat together. Things changed because of some drinking. It should be the Spring Festival. We didn’t have any activities on New Year’s Eve. I suggested going out for a drink. He said yes, but there were no restaurants on New Year’s Eve, so I suggested getting a room and buying beer. I thought he would refuse and said it would be strange for two men to get a room. Unexpectedly, he said yes. We bought more than 30 cans of beer in total. After arriving at the hotel, we watched TV together, talked about the future, work, family, and everything else. While drinking, we drank more than 20 cans unknowingly. He couldn’t drink much, his face was completely red, and his tongue was a little big. I was also a little dizzy at the time.
, but I couldn’t hold my liquor as low as he did, so I let him drink more while he was drunk. As expected, he said he couldn’t drink anymore and felt dizzy before they finished. He also said he was allergic to alcohol. He didn’t drink 5 or 6 cans left, and then he started to show various signs of being drunk. I thought he was going home at one point, but he actually asked to stay in a hotel. Then he got into bed and said he was going to sleep. I would call him at 12 o’clock, and he sent messages to his friends to wish them a happy new year. I was still sober, so I said I would take a nap too, and then I took advantage of my drunkenness to get into the same bed with him. I had a strong feeling in my heart at the time. You all know the psychology of homosexuality. I felt All the handsome ones are gay, so I thought he liked me too, otherwise he wouldn’t have checked into a room with me and slept on the same bed. Then I hugged him, he didn’t take off his clothes, and neither did I. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was already 12 o’clock when we woke up, woken up by the sound of firecrackers. We woke up at the same time. He didn’t care when he saw me hugging him. He just said Happy New Year and then said he wanted to take a shower. In fact, I was young and hot-blooded at the time, and he didn’t notice me from behind because I had drunk alcohol. After he finished taking a shower, I fell asleep again in a daze. I only remember that he sat next to me for a while, and then went to sleep on the other bed…
On the first day of the new year, we were woken up by my mother’s phone call. My mother urged me to go home and go out to pay New Year’s greetings. I immediately got up and took a shower. When I came out, I saw that he was asleep again. I walked to his bedside and got into his quilt and hugged him. He was startled at the time, and I was also startled. He quickly pried my hands away, saying that the air conditioner was turned on too high and it was a bit hot. But I refused to let go and hugged him without saying anything. After struggling for a while, maybe I was tired or maybe he was drunk and dizzy, so he let me hold him…
He was my first boyfriend and I loved him deeply. I went to his house to spend the night almost every day. His mom and dad almost treated me as their other son. I was with him every day and he felt it was very strange. Not long after, he also had a girlfriend who was from another place. He often went out of town to date on weekends. Although I felt bad, I was too lazy to think about it anymore.
