"Would you keep your voice down, Chris?"
The best friends were having a Saturday afternoon Tatarta sitting at the bar of Casa Blanca with the waves crashing on the beautiful Miami beach with the wind in their hair. It was 1986.
"Well, I can't believe you've never topped a man."
"Different for Strokes for different folks.
Think of the poor unfortunately gay men Fidel Castro dumped on Miami just for topping and being imprisoned for it. Here in the U.S. You can do it and stay out of prison."
"Ralph get me another cosmo."
Ralph the bartender was engrossed in their conversation. You haven't finished the one you got!"
Andrew downed the sweet drink. "Now may I have one?"
"I like being the bottom."
"But shouldn't you try topping? I love it. I love the slamming. Like you're in control of the Macy's Christmas Parade
"You are such a drama queen, Chris!"
"I mean we don't get thrown into jail for topping or bottoming. Your free to top, so Top. It's your right to top! Exercise that right."
"Okay I'm calm. Aren't you even curious about being a top?"
"I have a nice big bottom, and I know how to use it. There is nothing wrong with that.
"What if you meet a guy, you're crazy for and he turns out to be a bottom? What then?"
Ralph abruptly turns around and speaks to a tourist at the end of the bar. Yeah, I see you waving at me. I'm having a conversation over here." Ralph turned back and focused on Andrew. "I want to know too, Andrew what would you do?"
Chris smiled sarcastically.
"I ... I don't ...know. Do I really like this guy?"
"Mad for him. Like getting matching rings."
"I wouldn't know what to do."
"You watch more porn movies than I do, of course you know what to do. You just lick and suck his love hole for ten to fifteen minutes getting him hard and then you pull your pecker out and slowly sink your best friend into his manly hole. And it feels like heaven, warm and tingling. And the bottom sighs and takes a breath as the cock head disappears down the rabbit hole."
Ralph blushes. "I gotta go have a cigarette. s'cuse moi. Lisa would you get Mr. Wavy hands a cocktail!"
"What does a hot top look like?" Asked Andrew
"He looks Manly."
"Do you look like a bottom,." Chris asked.
"Well yeah! big butt, five-foot seven, boyish, skinny and big blue eyes when I flirt."
"Didn't you ever think twice as you laid there on your back letting the top do all the work when in reality the tightness of the interior walls of your anus is just a different kind blow job!"
"Do what?" Andrew was so confused. "I like lying on my back getting plowed by a hunk. What is wrong with that?"
"Nothing! but does the word versatile mean anything to you? It opens up more men you can have crazy wild sex with!!
"I hadn't though thought of that."
The guy waving for a drink walked up to Andrew. "You have never topped, what is wrong with you girl." When he left Chris and Andrew broke out laughing. They parted ways agreeing to go the Paragon Ballroom tonight to dance.
When Chris got home his next-door neighbor Lance had locked himself out again. Chris walked on the ledge of the second-floor apartment opened the window and let himself into Lance's bedroom. Then opened the front door. The cute younger boy with the big bubble butt was a little accident prone and forgetful.
And then a lightbulb appeared above Chris's head as though he were in a 1960s cartoon.
"Hey Lance, do you want to go with me and my friends to the Paragon ballroom tonight?"
"Yea. Yeah! I'd like that. I don't know a lot of people - just moved here." He ran his hand thru his blond curly hair.
"I'll get you at 10:00. It's a quick walk."
"Thank you, so much for helping me."
10:00 came quickly. All three men had showered, douched, put on their tightest jeans and enough cologne to choke a lesbian. They met at the front door of Chris' apartment. Andrew walked up the stepping-stones wearing a tight black vest showing off his pecs. The black tight jeans showed off his hot round ass and the black cowboy boots made him two inches taller. He was surprised to see another person with Chris.
"This is my next-door new neighbor, Lance. He just moved here."
"I'm Andrew. Where ya from?"
"Illinois."
"You're kidding so am I. Where?"
"Western Springs. Did you go to Lyon's Township High school?"
"I so did?"
The two young men just chatted away as they walked into the club. Chris was smiling from ear to ear. Thankfully his fuck Buddy and he made arrangements to meet at the club. When they got drinks, Chris vanished. When Lance turned around to watch the Madonna video. Andrew stared at Lance's Bubble butt. His cock responded. Suddenly a cartoon light bulb appeared above Lance's head. "It's too loud in here."
"It is.
"Chris is with his fuck buddy. How would you like to cum over to my house. It's right across the street from your apartment. You're cute."
"You're so manly looking." Lance said. They dived in for a kiss and Andrew grabbed Lance's ass cheeks and squeezed. As they left, they saw Ralph the bartender and the tourist dude from the bar waving for a drink, making out like two hungry sluts.
In Andrew's little house there were no words as they stripped each other's clothes off. The cowboy boots took some time, but they giggled and fell into the bed still wearing their bikini underwear. They kissed like lovers, both hard as a rock. Andrew yanked down the boy's bikini and gasped Lance's cock and slowly jacked it. Like a helpless twink Lance moaned loudly.
Instinct took over Andrew grabbed lube from the nightstand. He fingered the boy then rose his legs in the air giving Andrew a perfect view of his boyish butthole. Without warning his tongue was lapping at the tight hole. Lance moved to put his own mouth on Andrew's cock. Good cocksucker. He licked then sunk two fingers into Lance's waiting hole. The anal canal was tight but he loved forcing the hole opened with three fingers now. The other hand took the lube and greased his own cock while eating that delicious tender ass.
"Fuck me Harder with your fingers, please."
"Oh, baby we're fucking going to heaven tonight! Your ass is going to make me cum like a brother-fucker."
I want to feel every inch of your big cock all the way up my tight hole," Andrew didn't pause for a second. Gingerly he pressed his cockhead on the tight young ring of love and breeched the warm tunnel of love, lust and adored each inch that the boy took moaning like he'd never been fucked before. Holy shit he muttered under his breath this was a hundred blowjobs working on his dick until an orgasmic rush of pleasure swimming in his head, both heads. As Lance started cumming without touching himself, Andrew lost his mind and began nailing Lance into another fucking galaxy!
Both men let out screams of Absolut pleasure and beating hearts. Panting the boy spoke. "Thank you for taking my virginity."
