Broken Engagement leads to Something New

JD was my best friend. We met in college and quickly our friendship grew into spending almost all of our extra time together. We were from the same area of the state, but we never met until we got to college. Over the course of our four years there, we ate meals together, hung out together, goofed off together, worked on projects together, went camping together, even rode home to visit family together. He was truly my best friend.

What JD didn’t know is that I was coming to terms with my attraction to other men, and he was my first real crush. He had run track and played football in high school, and he had the muscles to prove it. The first time I saw him come out of the community showers in our dorm, wrapped only in a towel around his waist, I almost passed out. His dark hair was wet and messy, his chest hair was matted down and accentuated the strong muscles of his chest. His biceps were enormous. He was the picture of virile masculinity, and to my young gay mind, he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Based upon his comments about girls, he was also the straightest man I knew.

We made it through college without him knowing my feelings for him. We kept in touch, even though we lived in separate cities, and two years after we graduated, he called to tell me he was home visiting his parents for Thanksgiving and wanted to know if he could stop by my place on Friday before heading home. I couldn’t wait to see him.

On the day he came over, I was surprised when I opened the door to find him standing there with a young woman. I welcomed them in, and he introduced me to Stacy, his fiancé. The news hit me hard. I didn’t expect anything to happen with him, but knowing that he was getting married meant that nothing ever would happen. But Stacy was sweet, beautiful, and they clearly were good together. They were planning to get married the next summer and he asked me to be his best man. Of course I said yes. We had a great time together that evening, and then they went on their way.

Three months later, on a Thursday night, my phone rang and it was JD. He lived in South Carolina, and while we talked often, it was odd that he was calling me then. I answered the phone and heard him say, “Chris?” His voice cracked and I immediately knew he was crying.

“What’s wrong, man?” I asked.

“We broke up,” he answered before he couldn’t say more.

“I’m so sorry dude. That sucks!” was my first reply. “Can you tell me what happened?”

He tried to tell me, but he kept breaking down. I did get out of him that they had argued about something and he just wasn’t sure if she was the one. To make matters worse, he had worked for her dad (that is how they had met) and now he was out of a job and a fiancé. I had never seen him this unsure of himself, or this broken. Finally, he got to the real reason for the phone call: “I can’t stay here right now. Can I come down and stay with you this weekend?” Of course I agreed, and invited him to stay as long as he needed.

The next day he arrived. When I opened the door, he looked like a lost puppy. I pulled him in and hugged him and he immediately started crying again. I pulled him into the house, and just kept holding him while he wept. I wanted to weep too, because I was touching and holding the man of my dreams, smelling his incredible smell, and all I could think is, “Please don’t get hard!”

He finally pulled back and looked sheepishly at me and said, “Man, I’m sorry! I just needed to let that out!”

“You don’t have to apologize!” I reminded him. “You’re my friend, I love you, and I’m here for you.”

“Thanks, bro.” He smiled.

We brought his stuff in, put it in the guest room, and then sat down on my couch so I could hear the story. He told me that after he and Stacy had gotten engaged, her family had welcomed him in as one of their own. His relationship with his own parents was strained, so her parents showing love to him was a welcome experience. Except that because of their love shown to him, especially the mom, he had begun to develop feelings for her mom. I guess the song was right for him: Stacy’s mom had it going on.

He didn’t admit these feelings to anyone, but one night he was hanging out with the family. Stacy had not felt well after dinner, so she went to lay down. Her dad had to go to a late night meeting, leaving just JD and the mom alone to clean up the dishes. Apparently, the mom was attracted to her daughter’s hunky fiancé as well, and she had come onto him and they had kissed there in the kitchen. Before it went further, they heard Stacy coming down the stairs and broke apart.

But the damage was done. JD felt guilty, and then resentful, and ultimately between the fighting and his feelings for her mother (which Stacy still didn’t know), he finally chose to end the relationship and get out of the situation. He was broken because he did love Stacy and was sad to hurt her, but he also had fallen in love with his future mother-in-law, and that was never going to work either.

I sat staring at him as he told this story. I had always thought that finally admitting to him that I was gay was going to be the most difficult conversation we had, but hearing this story had me in shock. My straight and straight-laced buddy JD had a perverted side after all! He had almost hooked up with the mother of the girl he wanted to marry. Holy crap!

Once he got that off of his chest, and I didn’t completely freak out on him, instead accepting that the heart wants what the heart wants, it was like he became a new man. That evening we had a great time reminiscing about college. We went to dinner, picked up some beers on the way home, and spent the evening drinking, watching basketball, and just enjoying our time together.

I set him up in the guest room, and we each went to bed. At one point I thought I heard him crying again, but wasn’t sure. Other than that, the night passed without incident.

But one thought I did have was that I needed to finally tell him I was gay. Since he had shared his story with me, it was time that I was honest with him. So as I was drifting off to sleep, I determined that tomorrow, I would tell him.

We awoke the next morning, and he wanted to go for a run. He could always get me to join him on stuff, either by extolling the benefits of whatever he wanted to do, or by begging until I gave in. So early that Saturday I found myself running through my neighborhood with my best friend. We got back to the house, each took showers, dressed and then had breakfast. After we had finished eating, I looked across the table at him and said, “I need to tell you something.”

He looked up expectantly, waiting to hear what I would say. His brown eyes sparkled a little, as they always did, and I almost melted. I had to remind myself I wasn’t telling him about my crush on him, just my desires.

“JD, I’m gay.” He busted out laughing, which was not the response I was expecting.

“Tell me something I didn’t know,” he said. “I’ve seen you look at me over the years. We’ve been around hot girls, and I’ve never seen you look at them the way you look at me. I’ve known almost the entire time I’ve known you that you were attracted to men, and to me, for that matter, and I don’t care. You’re my best friend.”

I was more shocked now than I had been the day before when hearing about the mother loving. I thought I had been so discrete in my ogling of his body, but I should have known that my best friend, who knew me best, would have seen through my façade. I suddenly felt light. He knew my deepest secret, and he didn’t care. We had a great rest of the day, just hanging out.

That night, after dinner, I proposed something that I thought could be fun but he might not go for it. I suggested that we go out to a bar that I like to go to and hang out there. “Is it a gay bar?” he immediately asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “but if we go there together nobody will hit on you because they will think we are together.”

“You just want me there to show me off to everyone,” he laughingly replied. We changed clothes and set out to the bar.

One thing I had chosen not to tell JD is that in the time where I had begun seeing men, I had developed a desire for muscular black men. There was one guy in particular, Kevin, who I had hooked up with several times. Kevin was about 6’3, and was all muscle. He was a passionate top who I had enjoyed very much.

When we got to the bar, it wasn’t too crowded. We went to the bar, ordered a couple of beers, and sat down at a table. JD was looking around, and said he was surprised that this seemed just like a regular bar, except it was only guys in here. I laughed at that.

We were having a great time and joking around. I hadn’t really seen anyone in the bar that I know, so we were able to just focus on each other. But about ten minutes later, the door opened and I saw Kevin walk in, followed by another equally muscular black guy. Kevin saw me almost immediately, and his face lit up. He and his friend walked over the bar and ordered beers, and I could tell they were going to head our way next.

“Hey man,” I told JD, “there’s a guy that just came in that I’ve hooked up with some, and he’s about to come over here. Just wanted to give you a head’s up.” Before he could respond, the two muscular black guys stepped up to our table. “Hey, Chris!” Kevin said. “This is my buddy Dante.”

“Nice to meet you Dante,” I said. “This is my friend JD.” JD shook both of their hands and, to my surprise, invited them to sit with us at our table. Kevin came over and sat on my side of the table, and Dante sat in the chair beside JD. Kevin wanted to know how we knew each other, and we told them that we met in college and were hanging out for the weekend.

The whole situation was strange for me. My worlds were colliding, as my straight friend who only just learned of my desire for men, met the man who had pounded my ass, quite masterfully, I might add. But very quickly we fell into an easy companionship around the table, talking sports, bullshitting, and drinking. Kevin bought us all another round, then I went and got us another round after that. I knew that JD didn’t drink often, and so I could tell that he was getting a buzzed, maybe even a little tipsy. At one point, he got up to go to the bathroom, and the two men immediately wanted to know more. I could tell that Dante was really into JD, and was putting together a plan to make a move. I told them that he was straight, and had just ended an engagement. Kevin and Dante smiled at each other, and then Dante said, “Challenge accepted.” Before I could ask what that meant, JD returned.

As the evening wore on, I watched JD get more drunk, and I watched Dante start making moves on him. It started with little touches, slapping JD’s leg when he laughed, and then moved to stretching so that his arm came down on the back of JD’s chair. Kevin for his part was feeling me up under the table. At one point he had his arm behind my back, and slid his hand down in the waistband of my shorts, into my crack, and was fingering my hole! I was getting more drunk too, and horny with his attention. I was also starting to feel jealous, watching my friend respond favorably, although drunkenly, to the seduction of Dante.

After about an hour of talking and drinking, Kevin said, “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we take this party back to my place? I’ve got more beer there and we can get hammered and crash without worrying about how to get home.” I looked at him with suspicion, but he just shrugged and acted normal. As I was trying to think about how to say no, not wanting JD to see the more slutty side of my life, JD piped up and said, “That sounds great! Let’s go!”

Before I knew it, Kevin and Dante were ushering us out of the bar. Kevin’s apartment was only about a 10 minute walk from the bar, and since we had Ubered there, we all just walked. Kevin and Dante were clearly working on the same wavelength; Kevin had casually slipped his arm around my waist and was walking me, and Dante had pulled JD ahead, to talk with him. We were walking as two couples back to Kevin’s place. I suddenly realized that Dante’s “challenge accepted” comment had to do with seducing JD. I turned to Kevin, “What is Dante doing? Is he planning to do something to JD?”

“Dante loves trying to seduce straight white guys,” Kevin admitted. And apparently, a muscular straight white guy as sexy as JD was Dante’s favorite.

I walked on with a sense of dread. What was I doing to my best friend? He had just endured a breakup, and now I had allowed him to get drunk and was basically throwing him into the arms of a sexy black guy who seemed pretty adept at getting straight guys seduced. I was brought out of my thoughts by Kevin, who sensing that I was worried about the situation, simply slid his hand down my back, into my shorts, and began fingering my hole while we walked. “Can’t wait to get back in here,” he whispered in my ear as we walked. I moaned as he manipulated me right there on the sidewalk, in plain view of anyone walking behind us. I felt so slutty, and horny, and ready to get with him.

We arrived at the apartment, and Kevin opened the door and invited us in. Kevin’s apartment was in a high-rise, and overlooked downtown. Dante walked JD over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and stood behind him, pressing into JD as he pointed out landmarks. JD, for his part, seemed to be appreciating the view and the attention of the sexy black man. Kevin walked up behind me as I watched them, and said, “It looks like your friend is doing ok. Wanna come back to my room with me?” I looked at JD and Dante. They were just talking, and seemed into the sites. Maybe I could go back with Kevin. I nodded my assent.

“Finally!” Kevin exclaimed. “Let’s get your ass to my room so we can get you fucked!” He pulled me up to him, and grabbed me in his arms to begin kissing me. He put his hands under my ass, lifted me up so that I wrapped my legs around his waist, and carried me, while continuing to kiss me, back to his bed. When we got to his room, he put me down, then pressed on my shoulders to push me down to my knees. On my knees, I watched him unbutton his shorts, drop them, and then I dove onto his already hard cock. I sucked him for about 5 minutes before he reached down, lifted me by my armpits, and threw me back on the bed. He grabbed my shorts and underwear and pulled them down and off me together, lifted my legs, and began eating my hole, preparing me to take him. He loosened me with his tongue, used his fingers to stretch me open, then spit on his cock, lined up and drove in. He pushed all the way in one long slide. His nine inches filled me up.

He was on top of me, fucking me mercilessly, slamming into my hole. I was on my back, legs spread out wide, held in his hands as he used that position for leverage to pound me. He was a master fucking machine. Every thrust sent pleasure sensations throughout my body. After about 10 minutes of non-stop pounding, the pleasure overcame me, and I came without touching myself, shooting all over my stomach. Kevin growled as I came, the spasms of my ass adding pleasure to his fuck, and with a mighty grunt, he thrust deep into me and seeded my hole. “Damn, baby, I’ve missed this ass!” I smiled, lost in the euphoria of post-coital bliss.

Kevin rolled off of me and lay beside me, panting. I did enjoy sex with him. But suddenly, I remembered JD. We were supposed to be hanging out, and I’d left him alone with Dante, who was clearly trying to seduce him. I sat up quickly, and Kevin caught my arm. “Where you going?” he asked. “I need to check on JD,” I answered.

He chuckled to himself. “Yes, let’s go together and check on JD.” He pulled me off the bed and we walked out of the bedroom and down the hall toward Dante’s room. From behind the closed door came the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. With a sinking feeling, I watched as Kevin opened the door quietly. There, before my eyes, was the most beautiful and terrible sight: my straight best friend JD, laying on his back, legs spread wide, and Dante, with his perfect muscular physique, on his knees between my friends legs, fucking him in long deep strokes. JD, for his part, was moaning and cussing and begging him to fuck him harder.

What had happened to my straight friend? Worse, had I led him into this trap and gotten him fucked? While I was thinking this, Kevin pulled me back and shut the door. “Let’s leave the lovebirds alone and get some rest.” He led me back to his room, and to his bed. He fucked me again, before we slept, him spooned up behind me. “Don’t worry,” he whispered in my ear as we drifted off, “Dante will take good care of him.” As I drifted off, I wondered what tomorrow would bring.

To be continued…

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