Let me start this off by saying that I am not gay. I have never had a gay experience until, this happened. It will never happen again and I am getting married next weekend.

I’m putting this experience down in writing because out wedding counselor from the church suggested that if I write this down I can use it for strength if I am ever tempted again.

My name is Phenix, I’m twenty-eight years old, I’m a carpenter by trade and I live in the suburbs of Nashville, Tennessee. I’m getting married next weekend to the love of my life Laura. My wife to be, Laura and I decided to abstain from sex for three months leading up to our wedding day as a way to prepare ourselves and as a bit of a sacrifice. I am Catholic (I have a tattoo of the cross on my left arm) and I’m an active member of my church. This is my confession.

It was a Sunday afternoon, exactly a week before the wedding and Laura was called in to work at the last minute (she is a nurse so she gets asked to fill in occasionally. Laura’s brother was already in town with his boyfriend, yes, her brother Max is gay and is no longer an active member of the church and he was staying at Laura’s parents house. Her folks now live in Florida full time but they still have the family house here in Tennessee and it is beautiful. It has an amazing pool and you can see the river from the house. Since I had a few hour to kill I thought I’d swing by and hang out by the pool with Max and his boyfriend Alexander.

When I arrived, Max and Alexander were in the pool. They were wearing speedo style swim trunks, I told you they were gay right, haha. While those guys were in the pool I was just chilling in one of the pool chairs. I was thinking it was a shame I didn’t bring my trunks because it was in the mid nineties.

It was just as I was thinking that when Max piped up and told me how good the water was. He asked why didn’t I join them? I told him I didn’t bring my suit.

Max said he had a spare one, it might be a little tight he warned me but the water looked too good to be missing out. Max returned with these tiny green and white speedo style swim trunks. No, no, no. That isn’t for me. I was happy to just chill out sitting beside the pool but the two guys encouraged me. No way I would have put those tiny speedos on if Laura, or anyone else for that matter, had been there but it was a couple of gay guys and they were wearing similar swimwear.

I ducked behind the pool shed and changed into Max’s spare speedo.

It was unbelievably tight. Max is a lot smaller than me and I’m a boxers guy so this did not feel right. I walked out to the pool feeling naked with this little scrap of material covering, more like squashing, my junk. Max and Alexander were hooting and hollering enjoying my obvious discomfort. I got in the pool as quick as I could. The water was amazing and the ten seconds of embarrassment was worth it to get in the pool.

The three of us were just chilling out in the pool. With the water at our waist it was just like three normal guys hanging out. That was when it started to get out of hand.

Totally out of the blue, Max decides to get out of the pool.

It seemed like he was strutting like he was a model on the catwalk and his boyfriend Alexander enjoyed the view. I was just feeling more and more awkward.

Alexander and I started talking about arses. I had to admit, Max and his sister both had great arses. Small, petite and firm. They both have similar builds I suppose.

Then Max took off his speedo swimsuit and again gave us both a bit of a show and he bent over slowly sliding the wet lycra swim briefs down to his ankles. Yes, I was feeling more and more uncomfortable. Alexander must have seen how I was getting close to just leaving so he asked me if I get to play with Laura’s arse.

“Hell no, she’d slap me if I did that.”

Since he wasn’t getting our full attention, Max returned to the pool, sans-swimwear and joined our conversation on arses. This isn’t a topic I like to discuss with anyone, let alone my soon to be brother-in-law and his gay boyfriend. The guys keep hassling me asking if I had ever had anal sex. I most definitely had not had anal sex before, but like every guy on the planet, I had thought about it.

The prying into my personal and sexual history continued when the guys asked me if I had ever had a threesome. Once in college with two girls (I went to college for a year before starting my carpentry apprenticeship. When I’ve mentioned that to my buddies I get a more positive reaction than I did from the two gay guys in the pool with me at that moment.

They were giving me a bit of a hard time and I had to tell them that Laura and I aren’t as much of a ‘free spirit’ as Max is.

It doesn’t stop, Max and Alexander keep talking about how great anal sex is. I tell them I think they crazy.

Max finally wakes up and notices how uncomfortable I am. It isn’t just the topic of conversation, or the people that I’m having that conversation with, but the speedo swim briefs felt like they were smashing my balls.

Max suggested I take them off, like he had done a few minutes ago. Now things were starting to get gay. Without having a chance to argue, Max ducked under the water and somehow removed the super tight swim speedo that I had on. Now two of us were completely naked in the pool.

When Max ducked under the water and was removing my speedo, I’m pretty sure I felt his lips on the end of my cock. At the time I didn’t think too much of it, but that would end up being his ‘in’ toward corrupting me during this experience.

I didn’t say much after Max has remove my swimwear, I was now standing naked in a pool with my naked soon to be brother-in-law and his boyfriend who thankfully still had his swimwear on.