I think I'm the rare breed of guy who would rather make-out than go further. Call me crazy. I think the best kisses have the best stories attached to them.
The best kiss I ever had was with a friend of mine who I'd known for over a year. i had a hopeless crush on him, going back and forth wondering if he was straight or just not into me. But there was an undeniable tension between us simply because we were such good friends, spent so much time together, and had a naturally flirtatious relationship.
So one night, we're flirting more than friends do and in my head I'm thinking, am I setting myself up here? Is he just tipsy and being flirty or is this actually about to happen? We go back to the house where he was staying and the girls he was staying with were still out, so we just lounged and talked. I kept giving him "are we going to do this?" looks and saying things with a lot of entendre, and he seemed like he was into it. I figured, if we're going to hook up, we have to go to my place. So I got up and sat next to him on his couch and said I was going to home, he could join me if he wanted to. Very non-chalant, trying not to be desperate even though I clearly wanted him. He just looked at me and licked his lips and said he wasn't sure he should. And then I started to get up and say, "ok, bye" when he said, "wait. I don't want to ruin our friendship or anything." He looked at me again and I just said ok, we didn't have to do anything. We talked about something else for a minute, me thinking this friend-barrier had screwed me forever. Finally, as I was actually about to leave, he goes, "f**k it" and pulled me down to the couch with him. That kiss was the single best sexual moment of my life (and the sexual encounter that followed wasn't earth-shaking, but it was nothing to scoff at.). It was extremely horny, but not sloppy. It was passionate, but not too tender. It was clearly leading to more, but it wasn't rushed.