The Crush I Never Spoke About hot gay story

The Crush I Never Spoke About hot gay story

Three years ago, I switched companies. That’s when I met “Vybhav” (name changed), my teammate.

He was the kind of person who would grab anyone’s attention the moment he walked into a room—almost six feet tall, dusky, sharp features, a well-groomed beard, and an effortlessly masculine personality. He was confident, charming, and had a reputation for flirting with women.

As for me, I was fair, slim—not extremely skinny—and had a soft appearance that often made people assume things about me. Because of hormonal issues and some emotional baggage from my past relationship, I had always been a little self-conscious about my body.

Within just two months, Vybhav and I became inseparable. We shared everything, from office gossip to our deepest personal conversations. He would openly tell me about his dating life and experiences, and I would quietly listen.

What he never knew was that I had developed a huge crush on him.

I never confessed because I valued our friendship too much. Losing him felt scarier than hiding my feelings.

He would often tease me, asking why I never looked for a girlfriend.

“Don’t you like anyone? I know a few girls… they’ll definitely like you,” he’d joke.

I would somehow change the topic every single time.

Every Friday, he’d come over to my flat with drinks. We’d spend the night talking, drinking, and then head to pubs on weekends. Being around him became the happiest part of my week.

People in the office would constantly say, “You two are always together. You’re literally inseparable.”

Little did they know how much that friendship meant to me.

Then came the night that changed everything.

Like every Friday, he came over with alcohol, and we started drinking. Somehow, the conversation shifted toward gay people.

He showed me a message someone had sent him on Instagram asking if he was interested in meeting. Annoyed, he dismissed it angrily and started criticizing people like that, saying harsh things I had never heard from him before.

Listening to him, one thought kept echoing inside my mind:

*”He should never know about me.”*

But he wouldn’t stop talking about it.

Finally, I interrupted him.

“If you’re not interested, just ignore it. Everyone has the right to live the way they want.”

He looked at me suspiciously.

“Why are you defending them so much?”

I don’t know what happened in that moment.

Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe it was the burden of hiding for years.

Before I could stop myself, I said quietly,

“Because… I’m gay.”

He stared at me.

Then I added the one thing I had promised myself I’d never say.

“And… I have a crush on you. I know you’re straight, so I never wanted to tell you.”

Before I could explain anything else, he shouted,

“Stop.”

He grabbed his keys and walked out without another word.

I called him again and again.

He rejected every call.

Then he blocked me.

For the first time in years, I cried uncontrollably.

I wasn’t afraid that he didn’t like me.

I was terrified that I had lost my best friend forever.

The next morning, I still went to the office, pretending everything would somehow become normal.

He arrived later than usual.

His seat was right next to mine.

I greeted him.

No response.

Trying to break the silence, I lightly touched his hand.

He immediately pulled away and said coldly,

“I’m not your friend anymore. Behave properly.”

It felt like the ground disappeared beneath me.

I walked to the canteen before anyone could notice my tears.

Later, during a meeting, I realized he had shifted to another row entirely just to avoid sitting near me.

I couldn’t concentrate on work anymore.

I told my manager I wasn’t feeling well and went back home.

The silence continued.

For weeks.

Even official work communication came only through emails. He stopped messaging me completely.

Our teammates kept asking,

“What happened between you two? You were always together.”

I would smile weakly and say,

“Just some differences.”

Weekends became painfully lonely.

Two months passed like that.

Around then, a few new employees joined our team.

One of them was Priyanka.

She was cheerful, friendly, and quickly became close to everyone.

Before long, Vybhav and Priyanka were spending all their breaks together. People in the office started saying they were dating.

By then, I had slowly started forcing myself to move on.

That’s when I met Mohith through a dating app.

Mohith was around 5’10”, fair, athletic, confident, and completely open about his sexuality.

After our first date, weekends slowly changed again.

We went to movies, attended LGBTQ gatherings, explored the city together, and spent countless nights talking about life.

He wasn’t interested in commitment and preferred something casual, and I understood that from the beginning.

He also knew everything about Vybhav and the heartbreak I’d been carrying.

With time, the memories that once haunted me started fading.

Nearly six months later, unexpected news spread through the office.

Priyanka had resigned.

She was leaving for the US to pursue her master’s degree.

Soon after, people started whispering that she and Vybhav had broken up.

And then, for three consecutive days…

he never came to the office.

It didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. Deep inside, I believed Vybhav would eventually return to his normal self. My only real concern was whether he was doing okay.

That Friday after work, Mohith picked me up and we headed to my flat. On the way, he mentioned that one of his close friends was coming over later that evening.

“He’s straight, but he knows I’m bi. He asked if we could all go to a straight pub tonight. You’re okay with that, right?” he asked.

I smiled. “Of course. I used to go to straight pubs with Vybhav all the time.”

He nodded, and I went in to freshen up.

When I came out after my shower, Mohith wrapped me in a warm hug and kissed my forehead.

“Babe, my friend will probably stay here for a couple of days,” he whispered. “I may not get much time alone with you.”

He pulled me closer with the familiar affection and intensity that was so characteristic of him. Our relationship had always been passionate, playful, and built on complete comfort with each other.

The next couple of hours disappeared into quiet intimacy, laughter, teasing conversations, stolen kisses, brutal fuck with his 8 inch cock twice and the kind of closeness that only existed between two people who trusted each other completely. In Mohith’s company, I felt desired, accepted, and free from the emotional scars I still carried from my past.

For a while, nothing else seemed to matter—not the silence from Vybhav, not the awkwardness at work, not the memories that had haunted me for months.

By the time we were done, both of us were exhausted and smiling.

We took a shower together, got dressed, and started getting ready for the evening, completely unaware of what the rest of the night had in store for us.