Can’t a straight guy have a gay best friend?

Rich and I were casual friends who favored the same sports bar to socialize as we watched a game or two each week. We didn’t know much about each other’s personal lives. Our conversations were limited to discussing sports and the weather.

The last game of the night just finished and I was way past my limit on alcohol. I was about to call a cab when Rich offered to let me spend the night at his place. He said he’d be glad to drive me back for my car in the morning. He said he lived nearby and, as far as I could tell, he wasn’t drunk at all. Still, I hesitated. Rich had never told me that he was gay, but there were signs about him pointing in that direction. I think I surprised both of us when I accepted.

The moment we walked in his house, the question of his sexual preference was answered. The house was spotless, and the décor was far from being a man cave. Under the coffee table were copies of The Advocate, Out, and Men magazines. I wondered if he was going to try to seduce me. I was surprised when I realized that I might be okay with that.

He pointed to the couch and asked me to make myself at home. He said he was going to get the guest room ready. I sat down and soon fell asleep. I hadn’t been out for long when Rich woke me up and said I should at least lay down in the guest room. He helped me up and guided me down the hall.

I was so groggy and drunk that I just fell on the guest bed face down. My legs were hanging off the side of the bed, and Rich laughed saying he really didn’t want shoe scuff marks on the bed’s comforter. He reached down and untied my shoes. Then he pulled them off and the socks followed. When he rolled me over to unbutton my shirt, I didn’t say anything, but I was no longer in my own world. I was in his, and Rich’s reality was that I was going to be his that night.

With my shirt unbuttoned, he went for my belt. He laid the straps to either side and unbuttoned the fly on my Levis. I was surprised when he managed to yank on the cuffs of my 501s and pull them completely free of my feet, like a magician, in one smooth motion. With a bit more trouble, he tried the same maneuver with my underwear, finally exposing my manhood to his feasting eyes.

My heart started racing. My raging boner informed me that this was going to happen no matter how straight I thought I was. When Rich removed his clothes, I got my first live look at another man’s erection. My own cock throbbed in anticipation. I hadn’t realized that seeing a horny naked man would awaken me to a world I had avoided all my life.

I was still lying awkwardly off the side of the bed until Rich shifted my legs and feet lengthwise on the bed. Then he rolled me over. At first, I panicked thinking I was not ready for what he had in mind. Sensing my angst, Rich said, “Don’t worry. I’m just taking your shirt off. I’m a bottom and you’re about to lose your virginity to an expert.”

He removed my shirt and rolled me onto my back again. Then he leaned over me as he stood at the side of the bed. He took my hard cock in his right hand and cupped my balls with his left. He started licking the tip of my penis and it jumped to his touch. This guy really knew what he was doing. Soon his lips engulfed my shaft and he synched up the bobbing of his head with the motion of his hands. In my horny drunken stupor, two things occurred to me. I was really enjoying the moment, and I was embarrassed to admit that I was about to cum in Rich’s mouth.

I felt the familiar pressure building in my crotch. My hips started bucking in rhythm with his movements. I didn’t think it was possible, but the blood rushing to my cock made me even harder. Rich could obviously feel the effect he was having on me. He stopped just long enough to say, “It’s okay. Let yourself go. This exact moment has been my greatest fantasy for months. I’m about to suck your balls dry straight boy.”

With that, he started to have his way with me again. Knowing I had permission, I let my inhibitions go and the pressure in my crotch came back with a vengeance. Rich was working the head of my penis with his tongue and lips while he kept stroking my shaft with a very tight grip. His frenzied pace kept increasing with my desperate gasps and gyrating hips. This was the best blow job of my life, and it was a guy giving it to me. I didn’t care. I screamed as the cum shot from my loins into Rich’s mouth and down his throat.

He didn’t let up and neither did my orgasm. He kept going, coaxing every drop, making me shudder and gasp until I was completely spent. I smiled knowing that I would have tried sex with a guy a long time ago if I knew it would be this good.

One thing didn’t change in my sexual preferences. I quickly fell asleep after having the Biggest O of my life.

I awoke sometime later to find Rich straddling my hips. He was crouched with his feet on either side so that he barely had any weight on me. I felt his hand encircle my cock as he stroked on some lubricant. I was soon hard again and found myself looking at his erection. It seemed like it was staring back at me as it slid across my pelvis and stomach. He was uncut, so I smiled thinking of his shaft having an eye at the end of it with a “come hither” look. Then the head of his swelling cock cleared the foreskin and I found myself admiring his raging boner as it throbbed in anticipation of what came next.

Rich raised himself up and guided my ready cock into position. I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck this guy I had shared beers with a few hours ago in a sports bar. I felt the head of my cock pressed against his delicate skin. As the pressure increased, I felt his body give way to accept my manhood into his inner sanctum. He gasped a bit as his body slid lower enveloping me. The incredible intimacy I felt with Rich surprised me. This was the ultimate taboo, a guilty pleasure that was literally bonding us together. No matter how wrong the world might say our animal desires might be, everything about this felt right. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to fuck this gorgeous man. The timing couldn’t have been better when he started bouncing up and down above me, stroking my cock that was suspended inside him. The slick walls of his body felt incredible. I was surprised that I didn’t feel effeminate at all. This was a surprisingly sexy new way to express myself as a man. Instead of feeling guilt or shame, this sexy guy was doing everything he could to make me cum inside him. Best of all, he wasn’t out of new tricks.

Rich reached down and started massaging my nipples. I’d never had girls pay any attention to my nipples before. The ecstasy that came with the touch of his fingertips shocked me. I became confused about which of us was doing the fucking. It was my cock inside of him, but it felt more like he was the one working the hell out of me.

Suddenly, Rich shifted positions. He lowered himself onto his knees and placed his hands on my hips. He changed from moving straight up and down to a forward/backwards motion. The pace with which he was able to do this amazed me. I couldn’t have stroked my cock as fast as he was able to buck himself across my pelvis. I was ready to cum again, but Rich beat me to it.

Without warning or touching himself, his cock erupted between us. His grunting was so intense that it sounded like he had scratched the deepest itch any man had ever known. I could feel his hardness sliding across our stomachs as his cum drenched our bodies. I felt a surprising sense of satisfaction and accomplishment at making him cum.

He leaned forward with my cock still inside him. We kissed for the first time, and I didn’t hold back. I didn’t care how gay this was. I knew this had been the best sex of my life. Rich was my new best friend and the benefits were as good as it gets.