I was 25 when I went home to the Philippines for Christmas. Though I practically grew up in the States, I love it here because I get a lot of attention from people. One day I attended a funeral and was so damn bored. So, I sat on the porch of my aunt's house where there was no one but me and my driver.
I sat down and started talking to him. After that I had a huge crush on him, I fell for him hard. I found out a few weeks later he's married and has three kids. I was shocked! I didn't want to talk or look at him anymore. We didn't talk for a while. Until one night, at a party I was so drunk on beer and gin I passed out. The driver helped me up but I was so embarrassed I walked away from the party and went to a friend's house nearby.
Soon, my crush, the driver, appeared before me and I knew something was bound to happen. I felt weird because we were only friends but we started kissing like crazy. When I woke up next morning, I saw him naked. I was scared but happy. We left and forgot we didn't come home. Everyone in the neighborhood knew what happened because we were both gone that night. Since they are not open on gay relationships, I saw thier mocking eyes and look at me in disbelief. I ignored it and just smiled as I had the best sex in my life!
