I don't even know where to begin - so I'll just start here. I'm not gay. At least I didn't used to be.
OK, I'm sure you're thinking "great, another self-loathing closeted gay guy" but hear me out.
I was just living my happy-go-lucky straight guy life until I met a guy at work. Nice guy. Nice-looking guy too, if we're being honest. But I wasn't looking at him in any sexual or romantic way. He was in his early 20s, light skinned, nicely built, nice face. What more can I say? OK, his hair was a little different. Long braids, usually tied back - but that was just how he wore it. No big deal. Sometimes he'd wear a goatee, sometimes he'd shave it.
We didn't work together often, but when we did we got on great. Similar senses of humor, similar work ethic. Just easy to get along with. If we'd work together, we'd usually go out and grab lunch. As guys do, we'd comment to each other about women we considered attractive. He definitely seemed to like them on the larger side. Not my personal taste, but hey - follow your heart, right?
Within a month or so, we became friends outside of work. This all started with us stopping for a beer after work. About 3 beers in, he received a text from his girlfriend. I guessed it was the usual thing. "Where are you? When are you coming home?", that sort of thing. I could tell he was a little peeved by her message, so I asked if everything was OK.
He chuckled a little bit and told me she was asking him if he was cheating on her. I suggested he just tell her the truth and say he was out having beers with me, a guy from work. He told me not to worry about it, so I didn't. She kept blowing up his phone though. He'd text her back, and then she'd text right back. This went on for a half hour and was, at least from where I was sitting, annoying as hell. Had to feel bad for the guy. Couldn't even stop for a couple of beers without his girlfriend accusing him of cheating.
"Want to make her go nuts?", he asked, chuckling. "Let me send her a picture of us here at the bar."
I didn't understand how that would be upsetting to her, and I had no desire to pour gas on his fire - but I went along with it anyway. What could it really hurt?
He held his phone in front of us to take a selfie. I lifted my beer as if to say 'Cheers'. Then he put his head on my shoulder and SNAP. Selfie taken. Click. Sent.
She called him within 2 seconds. Even over the background noise of the bar, I could hear her shouting. Sounded like a bitch.
He tried his best to not laugh at her.
I was still trying to figure out why he put his head on my shoulder.
He finally hung up on her.
He said he'd better get going after this beer, or she might just show up at the bar and make a scene.
I couldn't imagine what her problem was, but I didn't want him to have to deal with anything like that, and I sure as hell didn't want to deal with it either.
He said he'd send me a copy of the selfie he'd taken of us, if I wanted a copy.
I said 'sure' and gave him my phone number.
He sent the photo. Later on, he sent a few more texts.
And that's pretty much where it started.
---
He texted an apology for his girlfriend going nuts. Not really sure what to say about that, I texted back something like "no problem. hope everything's OK."
We spent the next hour texting back and forth. Just two work friends, not exactly drunk but not sober either, texting. In most cases, it wouldn't be the start of anything.
But I got nosy and asked why she was so worried about him cheating, especially when he sent her the pic of the two of us.
He sent a laughing emoji.
...typing...
He texted that, in case I didn't know or hadn't figured it out, he's 'bi'. His girlfriend said that I was "his type".
Honestly, I thought he was joking.
He wasn't.
He texted me that IF I was into it, he'd be really interested. He ended that text with "you have a big, fine ass!"
I sat there for a minute trying to mentally process that text. I didn't know how to respond, so I messaged him back:
"Um, thanks, I guess?"
He responded with the following emojis: peach; tongue; eggplant; sweat drops
Then a wink emoji.
'WTF is happening?' was all I could think. OK, I won't lie. I got a little tingle thinking about this good-looking younger guy texting me stuff like that, weird as it was.
You might be wondering about me. I'd say I'm average. 38, stocky (read that how you want to - yeah, I could stand to lose weight), short hair, beard. Nothing spectacular.
He really must've been drunk. Or just setting me up for a joke or something. So, I replied with a "?". I didn't know what else to do.
He sent a text a couple of minutes later. He said he figured I was straight, but he was curious if I'd ever tried anything with a guy - or at least thought about it.
I replied that I really hadn't, but if that was his thing, I had no issue with it.
"let me know if you change your mind" was the next text he sent me, along with a picture of him shirtless, wearing some tiny cutoff shorts. He was posed on a couch, legs spread and giving whoever took the picture a look that said "Come and get it!"
I won't lie. I had started thinking about it.
I replied with ":O"
I'd like to say I don't know why I did - but we all know why.
Then came a little audio message. "She's not wrong. You really ARE my type." I could hear her still bitching in the background.
I texted back 'thanks' and let him know I was going to bed.
He waited to text back. It was almost like he knew how long it would take me to get to bed.
He texted "sweet dreams", along with a few more pics. In one, he was fucking a fat gal doggy style. I guessed that was his girlfriend. In another, he was sucking a fat, white, hairy guy's cock. He not only looked like he was really into it, but - and I know this is difficult to judge from a photo - he had some skills!
My dumb ass replied with a flame emoji.
The phone went quiet and I fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard my phone buzz a few times. More texts. I never even opened my eyes.
---
I woke up to more pics and a few video clips.
The first was a heart emoji and a picture of him, laying on the floor, naked, legs spread and a massive hard-on. He was staring right at the lens. I won't lie. It made me tingle.
The second was more pics, mostly of his ass, along with "want this?"
The third was a short video clip of him stroking his huge black dick, with the message "or this?"
My morning wood was ready to explode, so I jacked off to the pics and videos. I took a shower, and then jacked off to them again.
If this kept up, I'd be late for work.
I ran into him in the break room later. He apologized for the unexpected texts.
"I hope I didn't weird you out, man" he said, sheepishly. "I was just really horny, and my girlfriend kept yelling about you and it got me thinking."
I tried to laugh a little and told him it was no big deal.
I'm not sure whose idea it was to go for beers again after work. I think it might've been mine. But there we were again. Sitting at the same bar. Cold beers. Different conversation.
He started. "You never told me what you thought about the stuff I sent you."
I laughed and told him I hadn't expected them, and they were the last thing I thought I'd see first thing in the morning.
He smirked and told me they could be - any time I wanted.
His phone was starting to blow up again. He texted his girlfriend that he stopped for a beer, then turned his ringer and notifications OFF. He suggested we grab a booth, for more privacy. I told him to lead the way, and yeah - I was checking out his ass. More out of curiosity really - but also, just in case.
I tried to change the subject once we sat down, but he stayed on message. He apologized again, in case he freaked me out, but since we were sitting there having beers, he figured I wasn't TOO freaked out. He inquired was I maybe interested? Curious? Or just trying to figure out what was going on.
I told him it was mostly the latter. I asked about his girlfriend. He showed me some photos on his phone. Yep, she was a big gal. And I don't mean tall. She was just fat. I didn't think she was particularly attractive either, but to each their own. He scrolled through pics. Some nudes of her. Her sucking him. A few of him fucking her doggy style. He said he loved big asses. He swiped and a video clip started.
"OOPS!" he giggled and put his phone away.
I gave him a sideways look, not sure what he didn't want me to see.
He thought for a moment, then asked if I'd want to see it. I said "sure", or something like that.
He brought up the video again, and there he was, fucking a huge hairy guy's ass. Dude was the size of a walrus! I was admittedly mesmerized. My friend slowly working his big dick into that insanely fat, jiggly, hairy ass. He worked it in and then went to town. By the end of the clip, my friend was slamming into the walrus-like dude and - I was turned on more than I care to admit.
The fat guy grossed me out, no doubt there - but the sight of seeing my friend fucking him, and knowing my friend wanted to do that to me - I'm surprised I didn't shoot a load in my pants.
My friend snapped me out of my little trance by quietly asking, "Oh - you like that, do you?" He followed that with a 'hmmm'. Not sure if that was for him or me.
I wasn't sure how to respond. I just muttered something about 'fucking huge'. I could've been talking about the walrus-looking due OR my friend's immense unit. Either would've been factually correct. I probably meant my friend's dick. And I think he guessed that too.
Mother Nature has a tendency of busting in and breaking the mood. I excused myself to use the bathroom.
Halfway there, my phone vibrated. New text message. I looked when I got to the bathroom. It was from my friend.
"Damn that's a nice big ass! Let me know if you want a hand in there." along with a wink emoji.
Pissing with a hard-on, as many of you know, can sometimes require some skill. I managed. I was still half-erect when I zipped up.
I returned to the booth to find that my friend had ordered us another round.
"Not in a hurry, are ya?"
I told him I didn't really have any plans. He told me he was having fun hanging out with me.
I tried to move the subject away from anything sexual, but I couldn't help wonder about the fat guy.
I wasn't anywhere near that big! Or that hairy.
My friend would always steer the conversation back to sex. It might've been the beers, but he had a look in his eyes. He was smitten.
At one point I just had to find something out.
"Damn, the dude in that video is fucking huge. What is he, about 400 pounds?"
My friend had a good laugh at that. "Maybe more, I don't know. I never asked. Why? Were you checking out that ass?" He laughed more.
The bar was pretty close to empty, and the laughter only barely registered with the bartender.
I told him that no, I had no interest in that ass, or the guy it was attached to. I blurted out that I thought he looked like a walrus.
My friend got a laugh at that too, then leaned in, and in a more serious tone, asked, "Oh, so you were checking out my dick. You starting to think about that?"
I could feel my face turning red. I could lie and say that happens when I drink, but you probably know better.
I just muttered something unintelligible. My friend chuckled.
"Well you didn't say NO."
He was right. I didn't.
---
I asked if maybe we could talk about something else.
He noticed he'd received a bunch of messages.
"Ohhhh, she's pissed," he chuckled. "She probably thinks we're fucking right on the bar!"
I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
I did have some questions though. How to bring them up without bringing sex into the conversation?
"Man, I gotta ask. I don't understand the whole 'bi' thing. You have a girlfriend, and from what you've shown me, you like fucking her. But you're into guys too..."
"And?" he interrupted.
He tried to educate me, as best he could, about his outlook on it. He liked gals, and he liked guys. Either way, he liked a big, meaty ass. "Like yours," he added with a little smirk.
Dammit. Tingling again. I asked if he usually cheated on her - no judgment - just asking.
Theirs, apparently, was a difficult relationship. The sex was good, but that was about it. Both their names were on the lease, so it was a sticky situation.
I asked about the 'walrus'. My friend laughed at the name.
"Naw, he and I just like to fuck. He's cute, but not as cute as you."
The look he gave me told me I was possibly one or two steps away from a potentially life-changing moment. Blushing at his compliment probably didn't help.
I told him I just didn't really understand the situation, but it wasn't my place to say - one way or the other. As long as all involved could handle the situation, it just was what it was.
The bartender brought over another round. A guy playing the poker machine had hit, and bought a round for the house. All five or six people. I asked if I could get a shot of tequila with mine. The bartender assured me it would be no problem. My friend stuck with beer.
In what is probably not news to anyone, tequila can be a bit of a social fire-starter for some folks, me included. A shot of Cuervo was probably not my smartest move. But, I went with it anyway.
That one fluid ounce of liquid social lubricant brought a few more questions to mind, which fell, less-than-gracefully, out of my mouth.
"So how does that work?" I asked my friend. "Like - how do you know who does what? Do you decided beforehand? Take turns? What?"
I thought my friend was going to fall onto the floor laughing. His laugh registered with both the bartender and the guy playing the poker machine.
"Would you like to find out? Or is this just twenty questions?" he asked in response.
"Just trying to figure out how it works, that's all man," I said, being as noncommittal as possible.
The seed had been planted, and my friend knew it. I was getting ready to tread into Curious country.
---
We had a few more beers. My friend dropped more than a few hints. He excused himself to use the restroom and call his girlfriend.
He texted me a picture of his dick from the bathroom.
I texted back 'jeez'. Not sure how he took that, but from the look on his face when he got back to the booth, I'd guess he took it as encouragement.
He sat down in the booth, and the beers were definitely kicking in.
Looking me square in the eyes, he said "I'd swallow every drop."
My dick started getting hard again.
We decided, against our already poor judgment, to call it a night and head home. Him to his girlfriend and me to me empty bed.
The texts started before I even made it through the door to my apartment.
He said he had a lot of fun, and thanked me for being cool with the situation. I replied that I had fun too and, "what situation?" followed by a laugh emoji.
He texted "you know you want that walrus ass!"
I sent him a puke emoji.
Then he texted "Oh, so you want my dick"
While not what I meant to send, my inebriated fingers sent the flame emoji. Freudian slip?
No texts for a while.
I made myself a sandwich, half hoping for a text from him.
Then it came. It was a thirty second audio clip. I hit PLAY
I could hear his girlfriend yelling, calling him a fag, demanding to know if he sucked my dick at the bar...then his voice "do you believe this shit?" followed by a chuckle.
I texted back that I hoped she would calm down.
He texted me that it was OK. This was how she acted any time he was happy. He attached a photo of the walrus guy sucking his cock, with the question: 'would this make YOU happy?'
I knew exactly what he meant. And yes, it just might. But I couldn't be that easy.
I texted back that getting a blowjob from a walrus probably wouldn't make my day, along with a laugh emoji.
The texts went on like that for the next hour.
---
My friend sent a video clip from his bathroom. He was naked, stroking his semi hard dick and asking if I wanted to try it. Then he turned around, rubbed his lovely ass cheeks and asked if I'd eat it.
I won't lie. I was stroking myself watching it. I clicked SAVE almost immediately.
When I replied, I told him he had a really nice ass.
He texted back 'I'd give you this ass every day'
I crossed the border. I texted back that we might have to try that sometime. And that damned flame emoji.
---
After drunk sexting until almost 1am, I woke up with a hangover. So, I did what any reasonable adult would. I called in sick. I texted my friend to tell him I wouldn't be in. I didn't hear back for a while.
When I did, he texted that his girlfriend yelled at him most of the night, and was still yelling when he woke up for work. He said he'd call later.
I went back to bed.
When I got up, I watched the videos again, as well as looked at some of the pics he'd sent.
Why was I getting so turned on by images of my naked friend? I kept reminding myself I'm not gay. My hard-on had other ideas on the subject.
Around lunchtime, I got a text from my friend.
"You around?"
I texted back that I was just thinking about him.
His reply? 'Oh really?' with the wink emoji.
Then another text.
'Wanna see something wild? From a party last summer.'
There was my friend, his braids down, clean shaven, topless, wearing a miniskirt and heels.
'Like that?' was his next text.
Again not sure how to respond, I texted something like 'Very nice! Great legs!'
'I thought you might' he replied, again with the wink emoji. He added, 'you know you'd push those legs up over my head'
I didn't say no.
I texted that ridiculous eggplant emoji.
Fair to say we had entered, at least for me, uncharted territory.
---
It would seem his girlfriend went through his phone when he got home. He'd gone upstairs to take a shower, and she just helped herself.
The shouting started, as did the names. And then she kicked him out.
He called me from his car. Could he crash at my place for a couple days until he could sort her out?
As I was part of the problem, I couldn't say no.
My apartment only had one bedroom - and well, it would have to do. I gave him the address, and started to tidy up. I don't know why. I don't normally go out of my way to impress my friends with my housekeeping skills or anything.
When my friend arrived, I welcomed him in and gave him a tour of the place. Living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. That was it. Wasn't much but it was Home Sweet Home.
I asked if he wanted the bedroom.
He said we could talk about it later.
We did what any two guys would when the one's girlfriend kicked him out. I offered him a beer, and we ordered pizza. (insert pepperoni joke here)
We drank a beer while waiting for our food, and discussed his situation. I was feeling bad and very much to blame. While having never considered myself any kind of catch, my friend was attracted to me - and knowing he had a girlfriend, I should've stopped it before it got out of hand.
He explained that this was the hardest part of being bi, for him. His girlfriend just didn't satisfy all of his needs, and she had major issues with the ones she couldn't. His fondness for guys infuriated her at deep levels. She knew about it before they got together in the first place - she just thought she could change him. Easier said than done.
I asked about The Walrus. Was he, maybe, someone my friend was possibly more compatible with?
My friend laughed and reminded me that he just liked to fuck 'the walrus'. He joked that I seemed mildly obsessed with that guy - maybe I secretly wanted to pound that big ass. I assured him that, no, definitely not something I'd ever be interested in. He asked if I was sure. I told him I was.
He then again guessed out loud that what I'd checked out in the video was his dick, and he laughed like he got one over on me with it. I mumbled and stuttered something, probably stupid.
My friend then took my head in his hands and kissed me. Instinctively, I kissed back.
"I just had to make sure," he said with a grin. His hand reached for my crotch just as the doorbell rang.
Pizza guy was here!
"I felt something!" my friend chuckled as I went to answer the door.
The delivery guy was a chubby kid, maybe 18. As I was paying for the pizza, my friend giggled and asked, loudly, if we'd ordered extra sausage. The delivery guy looked at me, half-expecting a problem. I told him it was fine, and closed the door. I might've been tenting in my shorts at this point.
---
I took the pizza into the kitchen, and my friend followed me in. As I reached down to grab napkins from the drawer, my friend grabbed my ass with both hands.
"Sorry! I couldn't resist." he said, smoothly. "You really have a beautiful ass."
I was speechless. I tried to chuckle but I don't think it sounded genuine. I suggested he grab a couple beers from the fridge, while I grabbed some plates.
When I turned around, he was standing by the fridge, rubbing a growing bulge in his pants. Neither of us said a word. The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know, including why my own dick was getting hard. We just stood there for a moment, waiting to see who made the first move.
Nervously, I asked if we should eat. He suggested we eat later. He walked over, took the plates out of my hand, set them on the counter, and then pushed me against it while he started to kiss me. Firmly and passionately. He started to kiss my neck and whispered in my ear, "You have really nice hairy legs"
With that he slid down to his knees, rubbed his hands up my thighs, and then rubbed my now erect cock. He pulled my shorts down, took my prick in his hand, looked up and me and said, oh so softly -
"Please."
I think I gave a little gasp as he started to kiss the tip. Then he worked his tongue around it. He kept his eyes locked on mine. I just stood there and let him give me what might have been the greatest blowjob I'd ever had. He licked the shaft up, down, and around. He put the tip in his mouth and slowly sucked all of me into his throat, and started bobbing. He was fucking my cock with his throat.
While this was happening, his hands worked their way behind to my ass. He was kneading the cheeks, pulling me down slightly to get better access. He was pulling me further into his throat than I'd ever been with any woman. He gagged a bit, and worked his mouth back to the tip. He backed off only to ask, "Do you like that, baby?"
As I tried to answer, he resumed his masterful work on my dick. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. He could sense this too, and started bobbing faster on my cock. I shot what felt like a month-long load into his mouth and throat, while he continued sucking and moaning.
He slowly stood, and spun me around. He pushed me forward between my shoulder blades with one hand. Then he let loose a long stream of what I can only imagine was spit and spunk onto my ass crack. He undid his pants with his free hand. I heard his belt hit the floor. Then he started to rub that massive unit up and down my ass crack, in the copious amount of goo he had spat onto me. We were both moaning little moans. I'm pretty sure I was starting to quiver.
He leaned forward, kissed my ear, and whispered, "I know you're not ready for all of this, but I want you to feel it."
With that, he worked the sizable head of his dick between my ass cheeks and moved it up and down in the goo. He then centered it on my ass hole, making little circles, and making me pant. Slowly, he pushed in just a bit. It felt like my entire world was about to be split open, literally and figuratively.
"How's that feel, baby? Do you like that?" he asked, so sweetly.
I tried to mutter a yes. I could hear him, whispering just above his own breath, "I want this dick in that ass."
He kept working himself into me, so slowly, just slightly deeper with each movement. My mind was spinning.
My mind kept trying to tell itself "I'm straight", but it was no longer ringing as true as it had a week ago.
My friend worked the entire head of his dick into my ass, and it felt huge. I knew there was at least eight more inches of cock still to go. I didn't think I could handle it - but would try for as long as I could.
He spent a minute or so, working the head in and out of me, just barely going any deeper each time. Then it happened.
"Oh damn baby, I'm gonna cum!"
He pulled out and shot his load all over my ass, smearing it around with his still erect cock.
My asshole was tingling and practically begging for more.
He put his arms around me, leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel my dick stiffen as his cum ran down my legs
We stayed just like that for a few minutes. It was magical. We cleaned up and eventually grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, and ate some pizza. My friend excused himself to change clothes.
He came out of the bedroom wearing only the tiny little cutoff shorts he'd sent me photos of.
"I know you like these on me" he said with a smile.
I told him I couldn't wait to see them on the floor, and laughed.
He guaranteed that would happen.
---
We spent the next few hours talking, having a few beers, picking at pizza, and he showed me more photos and videos he had on his phone. He had great legs and loved to show them off, if his photo gallery was any indication.
It wasn't long before I was kissing and licking those legs. He pulled off his shorts and all but begged me to eat his ass, which I happily did. I've eaten my share of pussy and this really was no different. He was moaning like wild and stroking that massive member of his. So, I offered to help with that, as any good friend would. Within minutes I was taking a dick in my mouth for the first time. OK, maybe I wasn't the most skillful, and there was a fair bit of gagging involved, but he enjoyed it.
I fucked that beautiful ass before we went to sleep. I hadn't planned to, but luckily he came prepared. We were spooning in bed, and one thing led to another. In the morning, he showed me what real morning wood was like, and gave me my first proper fucking. Missionary, on my stomach, on my knees, riding him...all the while, him yelling "can you TAKE it???" and me doing my best to accommodate.
My ass was so sore, I took that day off too. Like a trooper, he went in.
We spent the next few days working together, as well as sucking and fucking each other's brains out at my place afterwards.
He tried moving back in with the girlfriend, but it didn't work. He ended up getting his own place. Hell, I helped him move in. I made sure he provided the pizza and beer that time.
I asked him one day about the walrus. It took him a minute, but then he said "Oh fuck him. Why would I want that when I can have you any time I want?"
We laughed about it. He still liked the ladies. I did too...but maybe not as much as before.
We tried having threesomes with a few different gals, but our personal preferences just didn't match in that department.
That's how things went. We both changed jobs. He moved around a bit. I eventually bought a house. We still hang out from time to time. And yes, we still do other stuff from time to time too.
I still won't say I'm 'gay'. I think I'd have to experiment with more guys to be sure about that. There's a guy my friend runs around with from time to time. My friend has told me he'd be interested. He's a big fellow. Dark skinned, and while not quite a walrus, he might be closer to a sea lion. We'll see, maybe we should take him out for a few beers.
Oops! Gotta go! Someone is blowing up my phone. I wonder who that might be.
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