Neither of us know how to cope with these feelings.

He looked down at me and the next thing I knew, we’d left the pub and were having sex in a back garden along the road. Then a few weeks ago the two of us were out for a drink and went to the toilet at the same time. Since then we’ve gotten on with our own lives – marriage, kids and careers – so we don’t get to see each other often.Īnd we’ve never mentioned what happened between us, apart from saying what a great holiday we all had. The next day when we were all at the beach, the two of us made excuses so we could go back to the hotel for more, but we couldn’t wait and stopped at a bar and had sex in the toilet. We were sharing a room and one night we went back to the hotel and I got in his bed. I could blame alcohol, but I wanted it to happen as I’ve always had a ‘gay streak’. A number of years ago, in my early 20s, I went on a lads’ holiday and me and my best mate had sex.