Neighbor Love

Well, sometimes my stories come to me back to back.  I wasn’t quite finished with my last story Roommate Love when the idea for this story came to me.  I had to proofread that one a few more times before posting, then needed a few weeks off from typing, and here we are, writing a story about neighbors.  And we all know that the main characters are gonna fuck. So let’s get to it.

As always, my stories are more about love than sex.  My stories are about characters who fall in love, then the sex makes so much more sense.  My stories are always long, but because there is so much character development, you know the guys so well by the time the sex happens.  I also like the plot line of either one or both characters start out as straight, but their love for one another overcomes social norms and they enjoy delicious gay sex. 

For this story, I turned all the above concepts a bit on their head.  Things work out in new and different ways with a different sequence.  But it is going to be just as sexy and seductive.  And I promise you will fall in love. 

Once again, I also experimented with AI image generation to visualize my characters.  If you click on the links, you will see the people and places of the story, and the whole thing will make so much more sense. 

You can see all my other stories here, and I always appreciate your feedback in the comments section or by private email to [email protected].  Now, enjoy!

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Neighbor Love

Bonjour, je m'appelle Guy. Voici l'histoire de mon emménagement dans un nouvel appartement et de ma rencontre avec mon voisin, dont je suis tombé amoureux.

Ah, you didn’t think I was going to tell the whole story in French now, did you?  I was just having fun with you in my native language. 

My name is Guillaume, pronounced ‘gee-YOHM’.  It is French for William.  Most of my friends call me Guy. And that one is pronounced ‘Gee’, not like ‘G-eye’.  I was born in Paris.  My mom was some hotshot junior professor at Sorbonne University, and my dad was a visiting junior professor from Canada.  They met at the university, got married, and had me.  Then my mom got a fancy professor gig at Harvard.  They moved to Boston when I was 4 years old, and my dad got a job at MIT.  I was raised in the suburbs of Boston. 

Being raised French in Boston, I never felt like an all-American boy.  I also never felt fully French when we visited France, and for sure I didn’t feel fully Canadian when we visited my dad’s side. I was stuck somewhere between all these cultures.  I always did well in multi-cultural settings and friends groups.  The more diverse the group, the more I felt at home.

Our big connection to Paris remained in the form of my grandmother.  She was a strong woman, a fighter, and a Holocaust survivor.  We used to visit her once or twice a year.  She had this beautiful quaint apartment in Le Marais, a neighborhood known for its charm, its artists and art galleries, and home to both the LGBT and Jewish communities.  I always looked forward to visiting her, and roaming the streets of Paris on my bike. 

Alas, my grandmother passed away during the peak of COVID, and since the travel restrictions were still on, we couldn’t even travel there to bury her.  Our cousins there did all the arrangements.  My parents decided to keep the apartment as a pied-à-terre for future travel.  Somehow, I never went back to visit after she passed away.  I just couldn’t bring myself to be there without her.  But I did owe it to her and myself to one day go visit her cemetery plot. 

So, a bit more about me.  I hit the genetics jackpot with my looks.  Everyone always said I should go into modeling, but I was always the studious type.  My French influence also gave me a natural sense of fashion, much more than an average straight guy.  I always cleaned up well, and people were always mesmerized by my handsome rugged looks.  I also worked out on a regular basis, and had the muscle tone to prove it.  I have light brown hair and green eyes.  My broad shoulders and tight torso always looked good in both a jacket or in a tank top.  My neat and short scruff always made me even more sexy.

When it came to sex and sexuality, I was a bit of a vanilla.  I liked nice wholesome girls, not the sluts.  I always treated girls with the utmost respect.  The whole culture of frat boys treating girls like cheap whores was totally repulsive to me.  I dated quite a bit in college and grad school.  A few medium-term relationships but nothing serious.  If the girl was also a vanilla like me, there was no spark.  But if she was too wild, then I wasn’t terribly interested in all that craziness.  I was waiting to find the right blend of vanilla and wild. 

Our story starts when I finished grad school.  I managed to get into Harvard on my own to study computer science, but my mother’s position with the university made it so I could go there tuition-free.  For grad school, I got into MIT to study data science, and this time my dad’s job there allowed us not to pay any tuition. 

Looking for a job after grad school, I knew I wanted to move to New York.  I thought it would be diverse enough for me to find my people, my friends, and my future wife. It is the most international city in the United States, and that’s probably where I’d feel the most at home.  I applied to and got this awesome job at Google.  A fancy position in data management for the company that has all the data in the world. 

The office was located on the Westside of Manhattan, in Chelsea.  I knew I wanted to live somewhere on the Westside, so I would have an easy commute to work either by walking or subway or even biking.  The real estate agent I hired showed me a whole range of apartments from Chelsea to Hell’s Kitchen to Upper West Side. 

This one particular apartment caught my eyes.  It was an old single family brownstone that was later converted to multiple apartments.  It was built in the grand elegance of the Gilded Age, but it was not really a mansion.  There were 4 floors, and each floor was broken down into two units.  The original grand stairs connecting all the floors coursed in the middle of the building, spiraling from floor to floor.  The apartment she showed me was the last unit on the top floor.  I was immediately drawn to the high ceiling, the ornate windows, and some of the old world moldings all over the walls.  In a sense it also reminded me of my grandmother’s apartment and all the charm of Paris.  Even though she had shown me much fancier apartments elsewhere, I knew this was the place I wanted to be.

The apartment was on 54th Street, just off 9th Avenue.  Like, a block away from the old famed Studio 54, which is now a theater and a cabaret space.  Above that space was also a gym, which I joined even before moving in.  Some of my friends joked that I was moving into a predominantly gay neighborhood in New York.  That never bothered me.  I was fine with gay people.  I had a few friends in college who were gay, although I can’t say I would rank any of them among my top 5 friends.  My European sensibility, and all those times I used to see all the gay guys in my grandmother’s neighborhood, I was fine with all that. 

My old hand-me-down furniture was actually a good fit for the apartment.  It gave the whole space a very nostalgic feel.  I moved in on a Friday in late February, and my first day of work was gonna be on that Monday.  I spent most of Friday afternoon and night unpacking and setting up the space.  I had a nice quiet night of sleep in my new apartment that night.  I met an old friend for brunch on Saturday morning.  It felt very New York to do brunch in one of those hip trendy places. Then I hit the gym.  Yup, most of the guys there were gay.  Or at least I assumed so guessing by the way they were dressed and how they interacted with each other amongst those who seemed to be friends.  I was fine with that.  For dinner that same old friend invited me to hang with his new buddies, and we hit some of the bars.  The usual mix of guys trying to hit on some girls and score a one night stand.  The usual hunt. 

Saturday night back at the apartment, well, that was a different story.  Apparently the wall they had built to divide the upper floor into two apartments was paper-thin.  My bedroom was next to that wall, and I’m guessing my next door neighbor’s bedroom, whom I had not met yet, their bedroom must have also been on the other side of the same wall.  All night there were loud sex noises coming right through the thin wall.  I didn’t know who lived there, or how many people were there having sex, but it was going on for hours.  I guess that was the one downside of that old apartment building. By around 2 AM the two or ten or as many people as were next door finally got tired from all that sex and finally went to sleep.  I fell asleep too, slightly annoyed at the situation.  I had signed a year-long lease and I was all moved in.  I couldn’t back out of this situation.  I was hoping it was a one-time event, all that loud sex noise next door.

The next day it was heavy snow and I didn’t feel like venturing out.  Several times I thought about going to introduce myself to my next door neighbor, and finding who was the character or characters behind all that sex noise.  I don’t know, I was too shy to do it.  It was just as easy as stepping into the hallway, knocking on the door and introducing myself, but somewhere between being shy and being lazy, I never did it.  I was also a bit surprised that the neighbor did not come to introduce himself or herself or even themselves.  But people in New York usually don’t go knocking on doors.  I knew that much already. 

That night I had butterflies in my stomach.  It was my first grown up adult job, in my new city.  I figured I’d nut before I go to bed, get some tension out of my body.  Right before bedtime, I crawled into my bed with my laptop to watch some porn and jack off.  Knowing how thin the walls were, I hooked up my noise-cancelling headphones so that the noise of the porn would not carry over through the walls. 

I found some mainstream porn and started going at it.  Some random guy was fucking this normal looking girl.  I didn’t like it when the girls looked like prostitutes, or acted too fake to be believable that they were enjoying it too much.  Like I said, pretty much vanilla.

I grabbed my dick, all 8 inches of it, and started pleasuring myself.  There is also this point in my taint that I like to press to increase the pleasure.  I whacked off and watched the action on the screen.  Somehow, even though it was exactly my speed, the action on the screen seemed a bit tame compared to all the sounds that were coming through the wall just last night.  Instead, my mind drifted to who and how many people were next door to me and what wild sex party was happening on the other side of this wall.  The concept of conjuring up scenarios, people, and actions became more interesting than the action in that vanilla porn.  I closed my eyes, tilted my head back on the pillow, and jacked myself off.  The rhythm grew, and my pelvis sprang into action helping my cock to a nice handjob with my palm.  I was getting carried away with imaginary tales of who was having sex just a couple of feet away on the other side of this thin wall.  My noise-cancelling headphones kept pumping moaning sounds into my ears from the porn, but my mind was busy imagining my neighbor, whoever that was, in a wild and crazy sex party.  I was getting more carried away than I had been in years jacking myself off.  Damn, this fantasy was really turning me on.

Fuck, I was really getting into this fantasy.  My pelvis was gyrating in ways I had never experienced.  My pelvis was pumping up and down forcefully, even though the only thing hugging my dick was my own fist.  I was gonna cum!

And I did.  My pelvis arched one last time up, and with my ass fully in midair I shot my load all over my chest and all the way up to my face.  I couldn’t remember the last time my cum shot so far out just from jerking off.  The cum was all over me. 

Finally I took off the headphones and closed the laptop.  I was a mess.  Normally I could clean myself up just with a paper towel.  Not this time.  It was all over me.  I had to get up and go to the bathroom.  The cum was all over my beard and my hair.  I had to wash up before I could go back to sleep.  That was an intense session.

Monday morning was the big day.  First day of my new job.  First day of the new chapter of my life as a gainfully employed adult person.  Even though I knew the office was very casual, I put on some fashionable clothes and headed out. 

As soon as I opened my front door, my neighbor also emerged from his door.  It was a total coincidence that we were leaving at the same time.  He was an Asian man, about my height and my age, fashionably dressed, and also looked like he was heading out to work. 

“Oh, hi, I’m your new next door neighbor Guy,” I introduced myself.  I walked over to his door to shake his hand.

“Hi, welcome to the building.  I’m Nelson.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“Sorry, I did notice someone had moved in, and I did intend to come knock on the door and welcome you.  Just never got the chance, and here we are.”

“Yes, here we are.  Nice to meet you after all.  Heading out to work?” I asked. Maybe subliminally I didn’t think this was the time for a long chitchat as I was heading for my first day at the new job.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Me too.”

“Headed to the subway, bus, or walking?”

“Oh, too cold for walking. Subway.”

“Cool, then let’s head out together.”

On the few blocks walk to the subway, I kept the conversation to a minimum polite level while trying to be interested.  Truth is, my mind was not into this.  I was more excited about my new job than my next door neighbor.  But serendipity made us walk together that one stretch to the subway station.

Nelson was a very handsome man.  Well-built, and definitely a regular at the gym.  He had a full head of black hair.  He also looked like he had a 10-step skin routine, as his face was flawless.  He had a charming smile.  He seemed like he appreciated fashion, and had a very expensive Louis Vuitton briefcase.  From his mannerisms and his intonations I could bet 99.99% that he was gay, although you can never assume about anyone. But then again I didn’t care one way or another.  I was cool either way.

“Which subway line do you need to take to work?” he asked when we arrived at the subway station.

“Any of the blue lines downtown.  I get off on 14th Street,” I answered. 

“Oh cool.  Me too.  Huh!  Where do you work?”

“At Google.”

“Get the fuck out.  Me too.  Wait, what?”

“You’re kidding, right?  I’m in data management.”

“And I’m in digital transactions,” he replied.

Both of us just stood there with our minds blown at the coincidence.  With that, somehow we both found the situation just too funny and started belly laughing.  Well, maybe it wasn’t too funny, really.  But what are the chances that we live next door and work in the same building?!?  A little too close for comfort, but such is life.

By the time we were able to catch our breaths, the subway arrived and we got on.  It was a crowded car and we were a bit squished against each other.  A bit too close for comfort, but the rest of everyone else was also being packed like sardines so we didn’t make too much of it. We kept a little chitchat on the ride, nothing of consequence.

As soon as we exited the subway station, on the short walk to the office building, Nelson popped a random question out of nowhere.

“So, your mattress was rocking late last night.  Did you have a lady friend over to celebrate before your first day at work?” He asked out of the blue.

My jaw dropped.  He had heard me jerk off, just like I had heard him have a sex party the night before.  But it’s one thing to hear it, it’s another thing to come out right there and ask someone about it not even half an hour into meeting them for the first time.  I think all the blood left my face and hands, I was mortified by what he had heard and by the question altogether. 

“Oh, don’t mind me.  I have no filters.  I always say what’s on my mind.  Could be an asset, could be a liability,” he chimed in after I was still silent. 

I still had no words to come back with.  I had half a mind to mention the orgy he had just the night before.  But I had more tact.  I was also intrigued that even though I immediately thought he was gay, he had immediately thought I was straight and those mattress sounds could be linked to a woman being present. 

“Sorry, don’t mind me.  I really need to learn how to hold my tongue,” he added, after I was silent all this time.

Well, if he was being forward and blunt, I guess I also should make an effort to be honest.

“Um, that was just me solo.  Nobody was over,” I muttered back.

“Damn, that was a lot of ruckus for a solo act.  Way to go Guy!” he replied. “As you might have learned already, the wall separating our bedrooms is so thin you can practically hear everything.  I hereby offer my pre-emptive apology for the noise you might hear from my end of the floor in the future.  Welcome to New York City living.”

“That’s cool.  I offer the same pre-emptive apology for future noise,” I tried to be cool.  But deep down I knew I was very much vanilla in bed.  I was more of a romancer than a wild beast.  I had never made any girl make wild animal noises as I fucked her.  That just was not me.  I was more of the tender lover.  I didn’t think I needed to divulge that.

Luckily, by then we arrived at the office building.  I went to HR to start off the day, and he went to his floor.  For lunch I figured I’d go check out the on-site cafeteria, since I was not yet done with HR and didn’t know anyone from my unit.  Right as I walked in, Nelson flagged me to go over to his table.  He introduced me to some of his coworkers, but the rest of them were already done with lunch and were heading back to work. 

Nelson made a point of staying a bit longer.  I learned that his parents were first-generation immigrants from Taiwan.  They settled in San Francisco, where he grew up.  They named him Nelson, as they thought that was a cool American/English name, but Nelson was not too happy about that name growing up.  He used to be teased as “Nelly Nelson” before he went through puberty, before he beefed up by going to the gym. Then he moved to New York because he liked the vibes here better. 

The prior tenants in my new apartment were an older married couple.  They never had kids.  Apparently the nicest people ever.  They treated Nelson like the son they never had.  He used to come over all the time for dinner and to hang out.  Then they retired and moved to Georgia.  And then I moved in. 

After lunch I finally reported to my new office and had an orientation with the new boss and crew.  After work, I sorted some paperwork at home and then hit the gym.  And who happened to be at the same gym?  None other than my next door neighbor Nelson.

“Hey, how did the first day go?” he asked when he came over. 

I told him about the experience.  A little chitchat.  Then he was off to continue his routine, and I did mine.  At one point he came over and asked if I could spot him.  I gladly did.  I asked him to spot me on the same bench. 

A bit later he came over and waited till I was done with the set I was doing at that moment. 

“I’m done with my routine and I was gonna grab take out before heading home,” he said.  “Do you have any dinner plans?”

“I actually was planning on doing the same.  I’m a pretty good cook, but only if I plan in advance and I have time,” I replied.

“Do you wanna join me doing take out, or should we go sit some place casual for dinner?”

“You know, let’s go sit some place.  That would be nice.”

“You’re sure you didn’t have too much of me for your first day already?  I know sometimes I can be too much to handle.”

I chuckled.  He was way more outgoing and vibrant than me.  But something about his demeanor made him very endearing.  There was a youthful and borderline naïve zeal to his mannerism, nothing calculated. 

Our lockers were not in the same row back in the locker room.  After changing into our towels, we did walk to the showers area at the same time.  That was the first time I saw him shirtless.  He had the smoothest torso, not a single hair to be found.  I didn’t know if he shaved it all, waxed it all off, or (forgive me please all you PC police) he was one of those people of Asian descent with hardly any body hair.  Even his legs below the towel seemed completely hairless. 

At the showers, we got into adjoining shower stalls.  I still had no verbal confirmation that he was gay, and he already correctly assumed I was straight.  I was just so happy that throughout the whole showering and going back to get dressed in street clothing, he never once tried to steal a glance at my half naked body.  He was very respectful.  That made me trust him more, this person whom I had met just that morning and had fast grown to be my new buddy. 

We had a lovely dinner and some wine at Medi, a local eatery on Ninth Avenue.  As a French man I could hold my wine better than most, but I think Nelson might have had one too many.  He was a bit tipsy on the way home.  Good thing we were neighbors and I could make sure he made it home safely. 

For the next couple of days I didn’t see him in the building or hallway or even at work.  But Wednesday night we were in the gym again, and this time we spotted each other a couple of more times.  He gave me some pointers on my technique.  After that we went to eat at Westville.  At some point he also grabbed my phone, without being invited to, and put his number in my contacts.  He then helped himself to send a text message from my phone to his phone.  “There, we have each other’s contact now.”

I didn’t have any plans Friday night.  I was going to take it easy.   Around 7 PM there was a knock on my door.  I wasn’t expecting anyone. 

I opened the door.  It was Nelson. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, very slyly trying to look over my shoulder into the apartment to check if in fact something had been interrupted or not.  Yes, sometimes he could be too much. 

“Some of my buddies are coming over in a little while to watch RuPaul and eat dinner.  I don’t know if it is your thing or not, but you are welcome to come join us if you are free.  They all are really nice people, and it’s always a hoot with them.”

I guess that was the confirmation I needed.  A bunch of guys getting together to watch RuPaul on a Friday night.  I was 99% sure he was gay before, but now I was 110% sure.  I had watched RuPaul in the past with some of the girls I dated.  I knew the concept.  I would rather watch hockey or basketball.  But sometimes you oblige for the sake of others. I didn’t want to crash their group of friends.  But I also didn’t want to decline the first time I was invited to go over to Nelson’s place.

“Yup, sure.  That is very thoughtful of you.  Let me put something more appropriate on and I’ll be over in a few.”

I grabbed a bottle of red French wine on the way out.  I didn’t know what these guys drank, but I was not going to show up with empty hands. I closed my door behind me and knocked on his door.  Nelson was wearing a crop top T-shirt and some tight shorts.  Oh, lordie, I was walking into my first gay party.  But I was going to be cool with it. 

I was the first one to arrive.  He gave me an apartment tour.  Yes, his bedroom was right next to mine, a mirror image of each other.  It seems that his apartment was the nicer side of the floor that was later divided into our two apartments.  He had a fireplace.  He also had the place decorated really nicely.  He had new yet classic style furniture and all kinds of artifacts and books to complement the grandness of what this building once was.  It looked like the kind of place that was either furnished by an interior decorator, or Nelson had really nice style.  It was the most put-together apartment of anyone else in my age group.

One by one his friends arrived. Yup, it was a gay gathering, judging by the sass and the outfits.  And it doesn’t get any gayer than RuPaul on TV.  Compared to everyone else, even my outfit was very vanilla.  I tried my best to fit in and be respectful.

I have to say, it is different watching RuPaul with a whole bunch of gay guys rather than a girlfriend.  These people knew their queens.  They knew all the cultural references that were lost on me.  Hell, a few of them even took their phones out and showed me pictures of themselves doing drag on Fire Island. I showed them the picture of the one time all my college buddies and I dressed up as Raggedy Ann for Halloween.  That was the closest I had ever come to doing drag.  I was surrounded by a bunch of pros here. 

After we ate the take out Thai and everyone else left, I stayed and helped with the clean-up. 

“I hope we didn’t weird you out too much,” he said.

“How come?”

“I don’t know, it might have been way too gay for your taste.  Most straight guys might not have felt comfortable under the circumstances.”

“Maybe.  But I’m very open-minded.  I guess it’s my French mentality,” I replied.  But by now I was a bit intrigued about the assumption.  “I don’t think we ever confirmed who’s what.  But how did you decide I’m straight?  Which by the way I am, but you figured it out the moment you met me.  Am I that obviously not cool enough to be gay?”

He laughed. “Nah man, you cool.  I just wasn’t getting the vibe.  Which is perfectly fine, because I wouldn’t want my next door neighbor stealing away all the guys from Grindr.”

“No worries.  Everyone on Grindr is all yours.”

“Deal!  And you keep everyone on Hinge and all that other crap. I’m not looking to settle down.  I’m too much of a wild card for that.”

“When I meet my future girlfriend on Hinge, I’ll make sure she has a gay brother for you and he is going to be so irresistible you totally would want to settle down with him.  But for now, happy hunting for both of us.”

“Ahh, we’ll see…” he said.  We both chuckled again.  There was something so easy about him.  He was so easy to talk to.  So easy to communicate with.  He had his one-liners, his unfiltered moments, and then he had his moments of being caring and a true friend, like the way he had become the adopted son for the couple who lived in my apartment before me. I had seen more of him this past week than I had seen many of my good friends, but he was really growing on me.  The stars were aligned that we lived next to each other, worked in the same building, and went to the same gym.  Even though our futures might look much different, for now he was a solid person to hang out with.

On the way out, I noticed something that did not catch my eyes before. 

“Is that an Xbox console under the TV stand?” I asked.

“Yup.”

“You’re a gamer?”

“In fact I am.  Although these days I don’t get to play much anymore.  None of my friends are geeky enough to play video games with me.”

“Well, I’m geeky enough!  We used to play all the time in college.  And then for grad school I left my Xbox at my parents.  I haven’t touched it in a couple of years.”

“Care to join me for a game?” he asked.

“Dude! That whole RuPaul thing was not my speed, but your friends were lovely.  An impromptu game with a fellow geek, that’s totally me!” I replied with quite a bit of enthusiasm.

We sat back down on his sofa and played a few games.  Before I knew it, it was past midnight and I had most certainly overstayed my welcome.  I thanked him for a lovely evening and made my very long commute right next door to my own apartment. 

Saturday I had plans with some old college friends.  Sunday afternoon Nelson sent me a text that he was heading to the gym and if I were planning on going.  Truth is, I was planning on being lazy, just reading a book at home.  But I decided to join him.  By the time I changed and got my gym bag, he was waiting for me right outside my door. 

We did some routines separately, and some we spotted each other.  After that we went to Bocca di Bacco for dinner.  He was giving me a tour of some of the usual restaurants in our neighborhood.  We walked back home together and walked up the stairs.  I gave him a pat on the shoulder before I continued to my door.  Just then I realized that was the first time I had touched him anywhere outside of a normal handshake.  It felt right.  It felt like we had formed a bond already and this was just an extension of it.  I bid him good bye and went into my apartment.

My guess is, the boy went on Grindr and summoned someone over once he got home.  There were fucking and sucking noises coming from his bedroom like two wild animals were going at it.  And they kept going at it.  I admired the stamina of both of them, carrying on like that.  Eventually all that crazy sex happening next door got me horny too. I whipped it out and jerked off listening to the two of them.  It wasn’t the soft moans of a woman from some online porn, what usually got me off, but the action next door was contagious.  And this time I was sure that their own sexual escapades were much louder than any mattress sounds that would come from my end.  Just when I finally shot my load, the two of them next door seemed to have also climaxed and eventually quieted down. Boy, welcome to apartment living in New York.

I saw Nelson in the Google lunch room the next day. I really wanted to needle him about his sex escapades the night before.  I don’t know, it was just not my style to pry like that about something private.  Until he himself opened the conversation on the topic.

“Sorry about last night.  Were we too loud?” he asked.

“All good.  As long as you had fun,” I replied.

“This guy just totally had a monster cock and he was ramming me like crazy.  I couldn’t help myself.”

Silence and dread from my end.

“Sorry, there I go with my unfiltered mouth again.  Not everyone needs to know the size of the dick that was up my ass last night. ‘Inside voice, Nelson,’” he directed that last sentence towards himself.  Even that oversharing and then realizing his faux pas made him so endearing. 

“Nelson, I don’t know you that well yet, but it seems there is never a dull moment with you.  I like you buddy.”

“I like you too.”  He gently bumped his fist on my shoulder.  We gave each other a knowing glance.  The kind of glance when you can see deep inside someone, and you can predict that a long and beautiful friendship is about to develop.  The kind of feeling you get when you meet someone and you feel like you have known them forever.  We were so different, yet so compatible to keep each other company. 

Over the next few weeks, we saw each other here and there in the cafeteria for lunch.  We also grew into the habit of going to the gym together every time after work.  Eventually I moved from my usual row in the locker room and found a locker nearby his usual spot.  That first time at some point when we were changing, I saw him totally naked for the first time.  His ass was plump and well sculpted.  His dick was a respectable size even when limp and was tucked into a very manicured bush.  Absolutely no body hair anywhere else except his pubes.  Nothing. 

And then, wowza.  I thought my European bikini underwear was not butch enough for most American straight men, but then he pulled this hot pink G-string underwear and put it on as if that was the most natural thing.  Wow dude, right there in the middle of the locker room.  But I guess half the guys in that gym in Hell’s Kitchen were gay anyways, so nobody seemed to even notice.  Yup, that hot pink G-string underwear was his undergarment of choice.

I must say, it was an interesting look on him, at least from the perspective of this straight boy.  Nelson had a built physique, the product of years of working out and the right diet.  He was muscular in the all the right places, yet lean and almost zero body fat in all the right places.  He had no body hair and his skin was as smooth and flawless as any female fashion model or actress.  And then this skimpy very feminine underwear was a sharp contrast to his masculine body build.  I kinda wanted to keep looking at this interesting contrast of masculinity and femininity and study him.  He felt so comfortable being who he was, blending all these aspects.  I kinda admired him for embracing all aspects of his inner self. 

He then just casually got dressed without paying any mind to me. I was naked at some point, and he could have snuck in a quick look.  Nope, he didn’t.  He never once snuck a look.  I wouldn’t mind if he did, as nudity was not a big deal with the French, but that was not his thing.  He never objectified me as his token straight friend.

We got into a routine of spending a couple of nights together every week.  Predictably it would involve going to the gym together, working out, showering, and then dinner.  Sometimes we would end up at a local restaurant, sometimes we would do take out and come back to his place to eat up and play video games.  I had grown really comfortable being around him and all his stories that he liked to share.  Never a dull moment with that guy.

One Saturday night I went on a third date with this girl Juliana.  I had not gotten laid for the longest time since I moved to New York, and Nelson had a parade of boys like 3-4 nights a week coming for sex and I had to sit through all their noise next door.  During that date with Juliana I pulled out all the French charm to get her to come back to my apartment. 

Dude, I was getting lucky.  Everything was working nicely.  We were naked in my room, and I was showering her with kisses and probably more passion than one would expect from the first time having sex together.  But that was me, the romantic type with vanilla taste in sex.  I made her feel special.  I kissed her here and there, getting her pussy juice all nice and ripe before I would penetrate her. 

And then, it started.  Nelson was next door getting busy with someone, or multiple ones.  Oh man, this was one of his wilder nights.  Which by comparison made what was going on in my bedroom, well, very vanilla.  I didn’t know if Juliana was also aware of all the noise next door or not.  But I couldn’t hold back any more.  I put my dick in her and started banging her.  Normally I would go nice and steady, and slowly increase the pace. This time I started fucking the shit out of her right away.  Somehow I felt a competition between what was going on in my bedroom vs Nelson’s bedroom.  I needed Juliana to squeal like a pig, to keep up with Nelson’s sextravaganza next door.  I needed to make some noise to disturb them back. 

I flipped her around so that she was on all fours.  I penetrated her from behind and kept fucking her as hard as I could.  She was moaning and breaking into a sweat, but I needed for her to scream.  I started pounding her asscheeks as I fucked her harder and harder.  I was hoping she would scream.  Not for me, but for Nelson. What an odd thought was going through my mind.

Meanwhile Juliana was really getting into it.  It was our first time together, and I didn’t know what she was into.  Just when her asscheeks were totally raw from all the smacking, I laid her flat on her back again, lifted her legs up in the air, and started fucking her as hard as I could.  Only then I heard the squeaky noises of my mattress that Nelson had heard the first day we met.  That turned me on.  I was going to make her scream with pleasure and make the mattress make as much noise as it could. 

In between all the action on this side of the wall, the action had finished next door and they were quiet again.  But Juliana and I had not climaxed yet.  I squeezed her tits so hard to make myself cum.  I let out a loud grunt and shot loads of my French swimmers in her wet pussy.  She also grunted very loudly and I could feel her pussy contract with orgasm around my dick.  Mission accomplished.  I had fantastic sex and managed to make more of a ruckus than Nelson.

Juliana stayed the night.  The next morning she left around 10 AM to go have a girls day with her friend.  She did mention that last night was the best sex she ever had.  She even thanked me for it, something no other girl had ever done before. 

Not even 3 minutes after I closed the door behind her, there was a knock on the door.  I thought perhaps she forgot something and came back to pick it up.  I was wearing my bikini style underwear.  I didn’t think about putting pants on as Juliana had seen much more already.

I opened the door.  Well, that was Nelson, not Juliana.  He was wearing only a pajama bottom and no shirt.  He was holding two cups of coffee, one in each hand.  He had a devious yet sweet smile on him.  His hair was a mess, he clearly had not showered yet.  Neither had I.

Without being invited in, he handed me one of those cups of coffee and walked right in.  Before I knew it, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room and I was still holding the door open and holding the cup of coffee he had handed me. All this, and I was only wearing a tiny underwear and still smelled like pussy from last night. 

I finally closed the door and went to join him in the living room.  I sat on the club chair, not the sofa.  This whole time he maintained that devilish smile he had walked in with.

“Dish!” he exclaimed.  He had handed me a cup of coffee, I wasn’t sure why he was asking for a dish.  I was still a bit startled and confused, even when talking in terms of Nelson’s world.

He must have sensed the confusion on my face.  “Oh, for fuck’s sake, you straight people are sometimes so dense.  ‘Dish’ means spill the beans.  I wanna know everything about your wild date last night.”

I don’t know, that was not the kind of thing I was used to sharing with my other buddies, all of them straight.  I still didn’t know Nelson that well either to go into that kind of details.  And anyways, why was he interested about what I did with a pussy?  But then again it was me who had stepped up the sex pounding until she squealed so loud, all that just so I could win some imaginary competition between Nelson’s date and my date.  I was guilty in some sense, but never expected to be quizzed about it like this. 

“Am I gonna have to squeeze it out of you or you’re gonna share the deets?”   He took a sip of his coffee.  ‘Deets’, that word I knew. 

“Her name is Juliana, I think I told you about her already after our second date,” I replied, trying to play it cool. 

“And?”

“We went to Rosa Mexicana to eat and then we had drinks around the corner from there.  I put on the charm and then we came here.  And we fucked.  But I think you heard that already.”

“You bet I heard, you wild animal you. This is the first time I heard you except for all the times your bed was squeaking but it was just you jacking off all alone.  Good for you!”

I was embarrassed all over again on so many levels.  Nelson’s mouth truly had no filters.  And the whole time I’m just sitting there and sipping coffee in my underwear as if that’s what guys do with each on a Sunday morning. 

“Well, since you asked,” he winked at me, fully knowing I never asked, “my night last night was pretty good too.  His name is Guillermo and …”

“Wait, Guillermo?”

“Yes, why?”

“That’s the same as my name, except in Spanish.”

“Oh, yeah, that never occurred to me.  You’re right.  Huh!  So anyways, Guillermo is one of my fuck buddies.  He…”

“Wait, how many fuck buddies DO you have?”

“Guillermo and Tony.  Those are the regulars.  And then whatever flavor I can find on Grindr.  You gonna keep interrupting me or am I gonna finish my story?”

I kept silent.  I was not going to say a word until I knew he was fully done.  Don’t fuck with Nelson with he’s on a roll.

“So, where was I?  Oh, so Guillermo is a Dominican firefighter.  He’s hot, like hooooot!  He has a body to die for.  And he got this huge uncut monster cock.  When he fucks me somehow the arch of his cock exactly hits the G spot inside my ass.  I see stars every time he fucks me.  And let me tell you, last night did not disappoint.  I was devouring his dick and hollering, as you heard.  Boy, I can never get enough of him.”

There was a pause.  I was not going to offer another word until I knew fully it was my turn to speak. I guess it was, that was the end of Nelson’s story.  So far…

“So did you ever date Guillermo?  Is he not worth keeping as your boyfriend?”  Here I was, always thinking about the romantic side of things. 

“Oh, if only I could.  His is on the DL and he has a wife and kids.  Oh, DL means down-low. He got married too young and now he cannot walk away.  Which is just fine.  At the end of the day, the sex is great, but he’s not my type.  I don’t think we would have made it as boyfriends.”

Mind blown from all this TMI Nelson was offering at the crack of dawn.  I took another sip of the coffee had made for me. 

“So we’re hitting the gym today?” Nelsons asked. 

“Let’s do it.”

“Oh, and all the gays at the gym voted that they would prefer it if you came to work out just like that in your skimpy eurotrash underwear and nothing else.  We all need some straight boy eye candy.”

Well, that was the first time ever that Nelson objectified me as sexy.  If I didn’t know him well enough and knew about his non-stop verbal diarrhea, any other straight guy would have been offended.  But I chuckled at his silliness. 

“I’m sure all those guys would love it if I indeed came just like this smelling like fresh pussy.  But I think the management would not like it.”  It was my turn to be a bit sassy.  He was rubbing off on me.

We hit the gym, showered, and once again I watched him put on his signature hot pink G-string underwear before we went out for brunch.  There was something so interesting watching him masculine body in that feminine underwear that sparked interest in me every time. 

I kept dating Juliana.  I liked her, but I was not in love.  What drew me to her was how she loved the rough sex, which I had originally initiated that first night to draw Nelson’s attention.  But by now she was drawn to me because of the rough sex.  I’m sure she loved the sex more than she loved me.  Which was just fine.  I generally enjoyed her company, and I guess in a sense she was my fuck buddy rather than a romantic girlfriend. 

The one peculiar thing about her is that she did not give blow jobs.  Huh!  The first few times we were fucking I was so focused on penetration that we never got to oral sex.  Then later a few times I ate her pussy, but she never naturally reciprocated.  One time I asked her point blank and she said she does not do that.  She was happy with a dick invading her vagina and shredding her as hard as possible, but she was not putting a dick in her mouth.  Very disappointing, for me.  For sure not marriage material.

Nelson and I got into the routine of coordinating going to work together, and enjoyed that 20 minutes commute every day.  On the way home it was harder to coordinate, as each one finished at a different time every single day.  But then we caught up many nights with our gym and dinner and video games routine.  He had quickly grown into my new best friend.  Many Friday nights he would invite me to come over to watch RuPaul with the rest of his crew.  Eventually Juliana was invited too.  So there we were, Juliana and me and 5-8 gay guys watching RuPaul most Friday nights.  And then I would bring her over and fuck the shit out of her just the way she liked it.

One day when it was not our gym night, I was going to head to Whole Foods after work to replenish supplies.  Just as I was leaving the apartment, I saw Nelson come up the stairs with what seemed like a brand new Louis Vuitton suitcase, still with some of the wrapping and tags. 

“Oh, did I miss something?  Going somewhere?” I asked curiously.

“Dude, they’re sending me to a conference in Paris!  I’m so psyched.  I’ve travelled a lot, but I have never been to Paris before.”

“You know…” I tried to reply, but he interrupted me and did not let me finish my thought process.

“OK, so I acted a bit prematurely.  I should have waited and bought this suitcase while I was in Paris.  What could be more authentic than buying an LV suitcase while in Paris?  But then I couldn’t show up there in my Tumi suitcase.  That’s a no-no.  Nope, I have to show up there in style.”

I knew Nelson well enough to keep quiet while he was joyfully on one of his verbal diarrheas again.  Nope, he was not done.

“I tried to maintain my composure when my boss was telling me they’re sending me to Paris.  The whole time I was bursting inside.  Maybe it was all the excitement that made me go straight from the office to Louis Vuitton to see what damage I could do.  My eyes caught this suitcase and I knew I had to have it.  You like?”

I nodded yes quietly, I knew I had to let him finish.  I think he was done talking.

“You know, I was born in Paris.”

“Yeah, I think you told me before.”

“We used to go at least once or twice a year to visit my grandmother.  I haven’t been there since she died.  Somehow I cannot bring myself to go and see the city without her.  My parents kept the apartment and they go often.”

“Well, before I go, tell me the address of the apartment, and I will send you a selfie from the area.”

“That would be very kind.  Sure.  When are you leaving?”

“Dude, in 3 weeks.  I’m dying with excitement.”

“Bon voyage!”

“Merci, monsieur,” he chimed back in French.

“Oh, tu parle francais?”

“Hold your horses.  That’s all the French I know.  That, and ‘voulez vous coucher aver moi ce soir’.  I think that will come in handy when I visit.”  He cracked himself up so much that I totally joined him in a belly laugh. 

Later that night, after I had my salad and poached salmon from Whole Foods, I kept thinking about Nelson going to Paris.  It was true, the opportunity never came up for me to go to Paris now that my grandmother was not around anymore.  For me, Paris always meant visiting her.  Being spoiled by her.  Eating her homemade food.  Going grocery shopping with her.  Having coffee in all the local cafes in town.  All that was gone with her. 

Then I thought about Nelson being there.  Gallivanting around town in his own unique way.  Seeing all the iconic sites for the first time.  Some of these sites I had not actually been to myself for the longest time.  I was never a tourist in Paris.  I couldn’t remember the last time I went to the Louvre.  Or Musée d’Orsay.  Or Galeries Lafayette.  I hadn’t even visited my grandmother’s cemetery plot since she was buried.

What the fuck?  I was going to do it.  Why not?  You only live once. 

I ran over and knocked on Nelson’s door.  He looked a bit puzzled when he opened the door.  We had not made any plans.  Hell, I wasn’t even sure if he had Guillermo or any other trick over.  I was so impulsive I didn’t check with him before going to knock on his door. 

He was wearing his signature hot pink G-string and nothing else.  Not even socks.  The warm glow of his apartment lighting scheme made his skin look extra smooth and delicate.  At times, when he was almost naked like this, with that minimal underwear, he looked like an overgrown hypermasculine porcelain doll.  But I was not there to fixate on his body.

“Dude, can I come to Paris with you?” I asked.

“Wait, what?” he asked. 

This time it was me who totally barged into his apartment without being invited in.  In my enthusiasm, I totally forgot all my manners.  I just went and plopped myself onto his sofa, the same spot I usually sat in every time we had played video games.  Nelson finally overcame his shock and closed the door behind me.  He joined me on the sofa, practically naked.  But that was not the focus of the moment right then.

“Ok, here’s the plan.  I used to go to Paris all the time.  But I have not been there in a whole bunch of years.  We have this two-bedroom apartment in Le Marais.  You and I can stay there.  You do your conference, and we stay a few extra days and do some sightseeing together.  They’re paying your airfare, and you can pocket the hotel allowance as you’ll stay with me.  What could be more perfect?”

“That’s very generous of you.  You’re sure that is OK?  I don’t want to impose?”

“You’re not imposing.  I’m inviting.  It could be fun.  Plus, I speak the language so you’re all set.  Just say yes.”

“I do,” he replied.  I am not sure why he chose to say ‘I do’ instead of ‘yes’.  If it weren’t for the fact that he was almost naked, I would have leaned over and given him a bro hug.

So it was set.  We booked our flights together.  We were going 5 days before his conference to tour the town, and then he could stay longer for the 2 days of his work duty.  We took a taxi to my grandmother’s apartment in Le Marais.  Nelson was like a kid in a candy shop. He was glued to the window the whole ride, pointing out every landmark as we rode through town.  I took my grandmother’s bedroom and gave him the spare bedroom across the living room. 

Of course, stereotypically, the first thing we did is to go the Eiffel Tower.  We did the mandatory selfie and posted it to our respective social medias.  We took the elevator to the top and I pointed out all the different neighborhoods and landmarks you could see from high above. 

Being that this trip, at least for me, was a tribute to my grandmother, I wanted to go visit her in the cemetery on the first day.  Nelson insisted he was coming with me rather than go shopping or do sightseeing on his own.  He said that the least he could do was to pay his respects to her since he was staying in her apartment. 

I have to say, it was a good thing Nelson was there with me.  It was a very emotional moment for me, and Nelson was there to support me.  It helped that I had someone so emotional and sympathetic with me.  At times like these, his feminine caring energy wrapped in a masculine next door neighbor male format was exactly what I needed. 

That night we ate at the hip restaurant Tekes.  The food was delectable.  I have to say, it was refreshing seeing Paris all over again through Nelson’s bright eyes.  He always added energy and enthusiasm to every occasion.  I had really grown to admire all his positive energy, and all the ways he always lifted me away from my vanilla life. 

Later that night, we were so tired and jetlagged that we went home early.  We had a night cap at home and then around 11 PM we headed to our respective bedrooms. 

Around 12:30 AM, I was awakened with Nelson not-so-gently tapping on my shoulders.  He was in my bedroom, wearing only his signature pink G-string underwear.  Except this time he was sporting a massive boner in that little piece of fabric that was no match for a man’s dick trying to escape out of it.  Holy shit, what was he doing mostly naked with a boner in my bedroom late at night?

Holy shit, this was the worst case scenario I always dreaded.  I had become so close to Nelson, and now he was mistaking all that friendship with sexual attraction.  He had come to my room with a boner ready to make a pass at me.  He had his signals all crossed.  Fuck, this is going to ruin everything.  This amazing idea to do a trip together in Paris was coming crashing down.  Fuck, how do I tell him I’m not into this?  How do I get him out of my room?  And then I have to live next door to him back in New York.  Fuck, this whole thing is going to be so awkward.  Nelson, why did you have to fuck everything up?  You know I’m not into men.  Why did you come into my room with a boner?

A million horrible ideas were running through my mind in a span of 10 seconds.  Every idea worse than the last one.  It was the most horrible crash of a nice friendship.

“Um, sorry to wake you,” Nelson finally uttered, seeing the panic on my face.  “I was on Grindr and this guy wants to come over.  But before I tell him yes, I thought I should ask you first if that’s OK.  Again, sorry to wake you.”

Phew!  That was the best thing I had heard in the longest time.  He was not in my room with a boner trying to get fresh with me. OMG.  I was so relieved.  At that point I didn’t care what else he wanted, he could have it.  As long as it was not my body he wanted, he could have anything else he wanted.  Phew. All good. My nightmare scenario was all in my head.  He had no illicit intentions for me. 

“Yes, that’s cool. Enjoy,” I replied.  And I took a huge sigh of relief saying it. In hindsight, I should have been more careful allowing a stranger from Grindr come over, especially if that stranger was going to stay in his room and I had no control what was going to happen.  But then again, I was relieved his boner was for some other man, not me.  That’s all that mattered.  My gay panic was all gone.  Let him fuck whomever he wanted. 

I stayed in my room.  I couldn’t fall asleep right away.  Around 10 minutes later I heard Nelson open the door and then the two of them went inside his bedroom and closed the door.  I had heard Nelson’s sex noises more times than I could imagine, but something was different that night.  Instead of all the moaning and shrieking, there was a lot more laughter and giggles.  It was as though two school girls had gotten together and were trading gossip.  Eventually I heard some of sex noises, but much later. 

I think the trick left around 4 AM.  By 7 AM I was awakened by another sound of the door opening and closing.  What, another trick?  Sometimes Nelson was insatiable. 

This time I did not hear any anyone else in the apartment.  I heard Nelson operate the Nespresso machine in the kitchen.  And I smelled freshly baked croissants, a scent of my childhood I could not ever confuse.

I ventured out of my bedroom, still comfortably in my bikini underwear now that my gay panic was over.  Nelson came out of the kitchen also wearing his pair of hot pink G-string underwear. 

“Oh, good morning,” he said.  “Didn’t know you’re up.  Here, have this cup of coffee, I’ll make another one.”  He put down the cup of coffee on the dining table.  There was a selection of freshly baked morning pastries already laid out.  I sat on one end of the table, and Nelson emerged again from the kitchen with a new cup of coffee for himself. 

“Soooooo….” He opened up, all chipper.  I knew he had a lot to share with me, and I knew that I was going to be quiet and let him finish before I would offer any feedback.

He saw me eager to find out what happened.  He continued.

“So, his name was Ade.  He is this big burly Nigerian man, but he grew up here most of his life.  He showed me his torso pics and his dick pics, and I’m like I’m gonna have me some of that.  At least from the pictures he looked like had a nice big 9 incher.”

There he was, oversharing with a straight man.  But I let him continue.

“Then he came over and I was so psyched to get rammed by his BBC.  Oh, that means Big Black Cock, in case you didn’t know that lingo.  We make out, get naked, and then we do quite a bit of sucking each other off.  I was waiting for him to top me and fuck the shit out of me.  But that never happened.  I was like dude, fuck me already.  Turns out he was a bottom and he wanted me to fuck him.  Can you imagine, ME fucking HIM?  Like really, dude has a nice BBC and wants my average Asian dick up his ass? What a waste.”

And with that he made a look of dismissal, as if the whole point should have been obvious to anyone hearing the story, especially to me the straight vanilla man.  He wasn’t done with his story.  I knew not to interrupt.

“I couldn’t stop myself from laughing as he wanted me to top him.  I’ve topped here and there before, but not a big burly Nigerian man.  The whole concept was so silly.  So anyways, someone was going to be fucked.  And he was definitely a bigger bottom than me.  So OK, I did it.  I climbed on top of him and started fucking him.  But the whole time I couldn’t stop laughing how ridiculous the whole thing was.  He started laughing too, I guess my laugh was contagious.  Despite all the laughing, I was able to shoot my load up his ass and he also came at the same time.”

He took a sip of his coffee.  He wasn’t done yet.

“He actually works at the Boulangerie around the corner from here, and that’s why he selected me on Grindr.  He had to leave crack of dawn to go bake.  But he came back with a bag of freshly baked goods.  And voila!”  He pointed to the feast of goods on the table. 

Yup, never a dull moment with Nelson.  The stories, the adventures, the drama.  That all made him so endearing to anyone who met him. 

That morning we strolled through Le Marais and visited the Picasso Museum.  For lunch I took him to L’As du Fallafel for the most authentic shawarma in town.  Later that day we explored the Louvre. 

That night we also came back home after dinner.  He mentioned to me that his Grindr trick Ade was coming over later, so he didn’t want to wake me up to ask for permission. 

Around 12:30 I was awakened again with tons of noise from Nelson’s room.  The doors were closed.  It seemed like he had a whole party there.  Less laughing and more sex.  More groaning, more moaning, more grunting.  I guess Nelson figured out how to top Ade without bursting into laughter. 

I woke up early the next day again.  Nelson was already up.  A fresh spread of baked goods was waiting for us on the dining table.  This time Nelson already had 2 cups of coffee ready.

“So, since you asked,” he started, fully knowing I had not asked anything, “Last night was wild.  Ade brought over his other Nigerian friend with a matching 9 inch cock.  His name was Pierre.  At least Pierre was a proper top, like someone with a BBC should be.  But Ade is a raging bottom and has an Asian fetish.  So all night I was fucking Ade up the ass, as Pierre was fucking me from behind.  I was their Asian sandwich lunch meat.  OMG, that was such a wild night, getting it from both ends.”  With that he let out a sigh and tilted his head sideways, thinking about all the good times and his escapades. 

I had learned by now just to listen and not blush.  It was definitely TMI, especially for a straight guy’s ears, but Nelson was so excited he had to share it with someone.  And I was his closest person to share it with. 

The next day we went shopping in Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré and Champs-Élysées.  It could not get more iconic Paris than that. I bought a few things, but I think Nelson spent his whole year’s salary that day.  The dude was a label whore.  I wasn’t judging, I was just observing.

Later that day, when we came home to drop off the bags before going out to dinner, we had a lovely conversation at home.  Just the two of us, on my grandmother’s sofa in her old apartment. 

Out of nowhere Nelson decided to open up.  How happy he was that I invited him to come on this dream trip.  How lucky he was that he had his own guide in the city of love, even though we were not in love.  But beyond that, how lucky he was that we had met.  He felt an immediate connection the first day we met.  Even though we came from such different backgrounds, and our lifestyles could not be more different with him being a flamboyant gay man (his words, not mine) and me being such a boring white straight man yet with a sophisticated European flair (his words, not mine), we had become such fast friends.  I grounded him, and he lifted me up.  I gave him a sense of stability and he injected flair and fun into my life.  We never got tired of hanging out with each other.  The heavens knew what they were doing when I moved in next door to him.  Oh, he also mentioned that my grandmother’s apartment, and probably most apartments in Paris, had so many elements of charm and elegance that were reminiscent of our own apartments back home.  He was right. 

I was really moved by his speech.  I don’t think anyone ever had thanked me for my friendship.  It is true, I was always the rock solid friend in each friends group.  I was the one everyone relied on for anything they needed.  Yet nobody had ever sat me down to thank me for that.  Nobody ever acknowledged all that.  Nobody ever told me I was exactly the kind of friend they needed in their lives to complement their own personalities.  And Nelson was right.  Of all the friends I had over the years, Nelson was by far the most unique and different, yet so compatible.  It was an absolute case of opposites attract. 

Something got into me.  I was moved.  I got emotional.  We were seated on opposite sofas.  I leaned over and gently grabbed his hands in mine.  Normally I wouldn’t do this with a straight friend, but with a gay guy friend it was not a big deal.  I grabbed his hands in mine and looked him straight in the eyes.  I thanked him for being an amazing friend to me.  I thanked him for helping me acclimate to New York so fast.  I thanked him for including me and even Juliana in his inner circle of friends.  I thanked him for all the laughter, all the gym workouts, all the dinners, and all the video games we played.  I think by the end of it we both had tears in our eyes.  When I was done talking, he couldn’t contain himself any more. He sprang out of the sofa, and he used the power of me holding his hands to yank me off my sofa as well.  He let go of man hands and instead gave me the biggest teddy bear hug.  It was not a romantic hug, and it wasn’t a bro hug.  It was a proper brotherly hug.  Two men who care deeply for each other, not in a romantic way but also not in a homophobic way.   Two people who truly cherish each other.  Two men who were not afraid to hug one another with every fiber of their lives without making it kinky or perverse.

That night we had dinner in one of my favorite bistros.  We had a lovely chitchat with a honeymoon couple at the table next to us.  They were from Los Angeles.  At first they assumed we were a couple as well, but we explained to them that we weren’t.  It was the first time I heard Nelson use the words ‘best friends’ to describe us to others.  Yes, we were best friends, just a few months into this beautiful new friendship.  My best friend was a flamboyant gay man.  And I was his best friend.  And only hours ago we had both confessed to each other how lucky we felt that we had met each other.  My heart melted.  If it weren’t for homophobic social norms, I would have reached over to hold his hands in mine just to show him how much I admired being there with him. 

We had a few drinks with the honeymoon couple and then headed home.  I didn’t know which late night adventures awaited for Nelson that night. But he offered me the info without even asking. 

Without being asked, he offered that he was going to Sun City, one of the biggest gay saunas in Paris.  I wasn’t sure those were still around, in this age of post AIDS and also the convenience of Grindr.  What do I know about these things?!?  But I guess there was still something seductive to the art of cruising, seeing someone and communicating with your eyes and body language only.  Something erotic about having pure animalistic sex with someone you will never see again.  Maybe I was vanilla even for straight men, but in general gay men have more fun. 

“Oh, do you wanna come?” he asked.

“Come where?” I replied.

“To Sun City.  I know it’s not your thing.  I just didn’t want you to think you were excluded.”

“And what the fuck was I gonna do standing there with a whole bunch of gay men having sex?”

“Like I said, I know it’s not your thing.  But in case you wanted to come see what happens, without even doing anything, you’re invited.  Having sex is not mandatory.  Having a dick to enter the premises is. And that I’m sure you have.  But, I was just trying to be polite.”

“Got it, thanks.  I’ll catch up on some reading and catch up on sleep.  I’m sure you’ll share the stories tomorrow over breakfast.”

We both laughed. 

There were no fresh pastries waiting for us in the morning.  Instead we actually went to the boulangerie where Ade works.  He was not on duty that day.  We had fresh pain au chocolat and café au lait. 

“Well, you’re gonna share what you did last night?” I finally chimed.  Curiosity got the best of me.

“Oh, too many things happened.  Too many to enumerate.  Let’s just say I was a very naughty boy.  So naughty I might not be allowed ever again back in Paris.  Either that or I would be the guest of honor on my next visit.  Let’s see when the reviews come out.”

That day was gonna be our last day together there.  I was returning the next day, and Nelson was staying for his conference.  I told him he can stay at the apartment.  I could only imagine what other shenanigans he would be up to having the place all to himself. We had a lovely day in the Latin Quarter. 

That night, I assumed he would be up to some other crazy adventure.  Another Grindr night, another gay orgy or gay sauna some place.  I bid him good night and went to bed.  I still didn’t know where he got all that energy from.

About 20 minutes after I got into bed, I was still wide awake.  I think jetlag was still playing with my mind, and perhaps also the excitement of the trip we had and then going home the next day played a factor.

Right around then I heard Nelson go use the bathroom.  Here we go, he was getting ready to go out.  Then I saw the living room lights go on.  From the angle of the open door I could see him sitting on the living room sofa, reading a magazine.  He was wide awake.  Maybe he was expecting someone. 

I was still awake too, but didn’t want to disturb him.  I kept looking at him from where I was in my bed.  He eventually finished the magazine he was reading.  He got up and went and got another magazine and came back to the same spot to sit and read it.  He was wearing his signature hot pink G-string underwear and nothing else.  Nope, he was just reading a magazine.  No sign of him getting ready to go somewhere.  No sign of someone coming.

After another 10 minutes, I got out of my bed.  I walked over to the doorframe.  I was only wearing my usual eurotrash bikini underwear.  He noticed me and looked up.

“Couldn’t fall asleep.  You,” he inquired.

“Same,” I answered. 

I went over to the cupboard and got us a bottle of French red wine and two glasses.  I went back and sat on the opposite end of the sofa with him, each one of us in their favorite underwear.  I know this is how many gay porn movies start, but dear readers, you will have to read and see how things develop. 

We faced each other on the sofa and engaged in a lovely conversation while slowly but surely finishing that bottle of red wine.  I’ve had similar chats with other buddies before, but never when we were both wearing just underwear.  Or in his case, a G-string, which can hardly qualify as underwear. 

I was mesmerized again by him.  I loved how his skin was flawless and hairless all over.  He had nice muscular tone all over him, with well-defined muscles in every major area.  That super skimpy underwear of his in turn totally allowed all his fine physique to speak volumes.  And then he had this special easygoing and charming personality on top of all that.  And his wild and crazy stories.  I could just sit there for hours and listen to all his stories and never get tired.  With this state of being almost naked, it was as though he was offering all of himself to me, his new ‘best friend’.  Even though I was sizing up his body and his underwear, looking at this feast of masculinity and femininity wrapped in one person, not once did I feel like I was on display as a straight man in front of him.  Not once did he seem like he was trying to steal a glance at my naked chest, my naked belly, or even at my groin with that minimal underwear covering my privates.  His eyes were glued to my eyes and nowhere else.  He made me feel so safe.

We did talk, over an entire bottle of wine, about many things.  I shared with him that my current girlfriend Juliana never gave me a blowjob.  He was flabbergasted.  As a gay man, he confessed that he loved sucking dick and if dick had enough calories, he could live on a diet of dick for the rest of his life.  He also opened up that he thinks he might be a sexaholic. He has to have sex often.  And when there is nobody to have sex with, he has to jerk off at least once a day.  In fact he had just jerked off in the bathroom before he had come to sit on the sofa and read the magazines.  I quickly glanced down and there was a dried up cum stain on the very front of his G-string.  I had not seen that before then. But then again, he thought all this sex was because he had not met his soulmate yet.  Perhaps he was trying to fill a void.  Perhaps once he would meet his future husband, he would madly fall in love and just attend to one man for the rest of his life.  He had no way to know that.  I guess I was still waiting to meet my future wife as well, but I was not trying to fill a void by being a male whore. 

We eventually finished the wine and with a bit of alcohol in our system, went back to our respective rooms and fell asleep. I don’t know, maybe it was the whole thing of sitting there, almost naked and opening up about intimate little things, but I felt that my connection to Nelson grew so much deeper than it had already in the past.  We exposed ourselves both physically and emotionally. 

The whole flight back, I kept thinking how readily Nelson described us to the honeymoon couple as best friends.  I had only met the guy 4 months ago.  But we had rapidly gotten used to having each other around.  Our worlds converged in so many ways yet diverged in so many other ways.  When two men who are not romantically involved call each other best friends, that is the equivalent of saying ‘I love you’ to someone whom you are romantically involved with.  And for me, honestly, I have had lots of friends, but I never had a best friend.  I never had a one singular friend that I was basically inseparable from.  But Nelson, he was that guy. 

Back in New York, it kinda felt empty taking the taxi all alone to Hell’s Kitchen.  When I got up to our floor, I looked at his door before I entered my own apartment.  I had come in and out of this doorframe into his apartment so many times.  I gently rubbed the backside of my hand on his door, the way you gently rub your hands on the backside of a lover. 

It was not my routine to take the subway to work all alone.  It was not my routine to go to the gym all alone.  I already had Nelson’s keys as a backup for emergencies, and I had half a mind to just go into his apartment and play video games. But I refrained from doing that. 

The next day, my date with Juliana went as routine as one could expect.  She came over for a nice banging.  Even though I fucked the shit out of her, Nelson was not next door to be impressed. 

Nelson was getting back home the next night.  I didn’t have his exact flight time, but I knew it was that night and that he was going back to work next day.  At around 9:30 PM I heard a knock on the door.  I knew it was him.  I had butterflies in my stomach all the way to the door before I opened it.

“I got you this little Louis Vuitton keychain as a thank you for letting me stay with you and showing me Paris,” he said immediately when I opened the door. 

I reached out with my left hand to take the present from him, and I was going to use my right hand to shake his hand thank you.  I don’t know what happened, but instead of a handshake we went straight to a hug. Not a bro hug, not a romantic hug, but a proper brotherly hug.  The kind of hug you give to a family member you deeply care about, but there is nothing kinky or romantic about it.  The kind of hug you don’t mind lingering in, but it gives you all kinds of positive energies and there are no hidden meanings or insinuations. 

Eventually I realized that I was keeping the hug going too long.  I let go, and so did he.  I hoped I didn’t make it too awkward.  Nelson also looked a bit overwhelmed when I finally caught sight of his face.  The two best friends just had a moment. 

We picked up the routine of our lives after that.  Couple of nights a week I saw Juliana.  Couple of nights a week I worked out with Nelson and we had dinner and played video games.  Friday nights became a routine at Nelson’s, including Juliana coming to watch RuPaul and hang out with all the guys. Juliana and I were both learning about gay lingo and culture.  I got used to hearing a usual parade of boys coming over for sex with Nelson, and I in turn supplied a counter-offensive banging the shit of Juliana. 

It was summer time and it could be lovely in New York if you know where to go and what to do.  Nelson and I incorporated running in Central Park as part of our workout routine.  Might as well take advantage of the nice weather while it lasts.  We also noticed that the fire escape right outside our bedroom windows could also double as balcony.  Sometimes we would just crawl out of our bedroom windows and sit there on the railing and enjoy a beer while we chatted about everything and nothing.  That was actually a new way for us to get in and out of each other’s apartments without having to go through the front door. 

One night we were just sitting on the fire escape and chatting.

“So, when is our next trip together?  Where should we go?” he inquired.

Truth be told, I had not intended on having more vacations together.  Not that I was resistant to it, just that I had not given it much thought.  The one time we had a trip to Paris, he had to go anyways and I had an apartment there so we made it work.  It never occurred to me to plan a subsequent trip with him, this time on purpose. I saw him so much every day, I never thought we should plan another getaway.

“Sure, lets plan something,” I replied.  “Where should we go?”

“Some other city in Europe?  Where have you been so far?”

“Quite a few places,” I replied.  I gave him a list of cities I’ve been to.

“Great.  I didn’t hear you say Madrid.  That’s where we’re going.”

“When?”

“I don’t know, like September or October?  Let all the kids go back to school and then we go?”

“Deal!”

We crawled back through the window to my apartment.  We looked at flight options and hotel options.  We booked our flights.  That was easy.

“Would you be too weirded out if we stay in Axel Hotel?” he asked.  “It’s a legit hotel, but also a gay hotel.  Nothing funny happens there.  It’s not a sauna or anything like that.  Just that you, or rather I, can meet people there.”

I was already used to Nelson’s gay world and all his friends and all his stories.  As long as the hotel was nice, I didn’t care.  We booked the Axel. 

That following week we had a double header of bad luck. First, Juliana told me that our relationship was not really going anywhere.  There was no spark.  She said the sex was great, but she could not have a relationship based on that alone. She said it was time for us to split.  To be honest, I wasn’t crushed. Yes, I had put some time and investment into dating her, but I kinda agreed with her.  I’m sure there was someone else out there for me.

The next day when I was hanging out on the fire escape with Nelson I told him about Juliana.

“Sorry buddy,” he patted on my shoulder very gently. 

“Yeah, I’m good though. Life goes on.”

“Still, she was nice and I liked her.  Plus, it looked like you had great sex with her. I heard it first-hand through the wall so many times.”

So he HAD heard me fuck her.  Good.  At least I was happy about that. 

“Yeah, the sex was good.”

“Any chance you can stay sex buddies?  At least get your dick wet?” he asked.

“I don’t think she’s into that. It doesn’t work like that with straight people.  Mostly because the women want romance and they want to find the guy who is marriage material.  With guys, gay or straight, sex is more casual.  You gay guys have each other, so a sex buddy is easier to find.  Women, they’re complicated.”

Then he told me about HIS loss. 

“So speaking of fuck buddies, Guillermo is leaving town.  He and his family are moving to Florida.  Even though we were not dating, he was my regular, and I could rely on him to get fucked as often as I needed it.  Or as often as he needed it. Even though we never dated or I was never romantically interested in him, I’m gonna miss him.”

I looked at him and he had a sunken face, over losing a fuck buddy. 

I clinked my bottle of beer on his and said: “At least we have each other.”

“Yes, at least we have each other,” he replied.  He ever so gently leaned his head sideways and rested it on my shoulder.  I don’t think he was trying to get fresh or anything, I think he just needed some comfort.  After all, we had become best friends, and that’s what best friends are for. 

We sat there for a little while, staring into really nothing specific in front of us, keeping quiet and letting our body language do all the talking.

“I’m not worried about you, you’ll find another fuck buddy soon,” I eventually offered. 

“And you’ll find another girlfriend too,” he replied.  “Maybe this one will give you blow jobs.”

“Dude, I haven’t had one in the longest time.  Juliana was down for fucking like a bunny, but no blow jobs.”

“Her loss, I’m sure.  I mean, you’re so handsome, who could resist you?”

“Ah, you’re too kind.  Again, women are a different breed than men.  We’re horny 24/7, women make all kinds of calculations before they sleep with you.”

“And you never had a fuck buddy?  I mean a fuck lady buddy?”

“Nah, wouldn’t even know how to approach it with a woman.”

He picked up his head from where it was resting on my shoulder.  His body language changed.  He bent his head and looked all the way down.  I knew something was going on with him.  All of a sudden, something was not the usual happy-go-lucky Nelson that I knew and adored.

“You ok, buddy?” I asked, all nervous.

He nodded his head yes, though very unconvincingly.  After a couple of nods, this turned into a side to side nod as in ‘no’.  Then it turned into a sway, indicating ‘maybe’.  He was all over the map.  I didn’t know what got into him.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on with you?” I asked. I didn’t know if I should get worried.

“I just had a thought, but it is a very not OK thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let me tell you first and foremost how much I cherish my friendship with you.  I would never want to do or say anything to jeopardize that,” he said while still looking all way the down to the floor. 

I didn’t know where he was going with that.  Why would anything jeopardize our friendship?

“So, I just had this super not-orthodox thought.  I’m probably gonna regret saying it as soon as it leaves my mouth.  But you know fully well that I have no filters.  So I’m just going to say it.  You just broke up with your girlfriend.  And she never gave you any blow jobs.  And me, I just lost my fuck buddy.  And then it occurred to me that you’re Guillaume and he is Guillermo, which is the same name.  So what if, and I’m sure lightning is going to strike me in the next minute or so, but what if YOU become my new fuck buddy?  No, no, no, hear me out.  I love sucking dick.  You miss having your dick sucked.  I can suck it for you anytime as friends.  Not as lovers, not as romantic interest.”

There was an awkward pause.  I knew not to interrupt yet.  Nelson was not done.

“This would be a fuck buddy in the true sense of the word.  Two people who know and trust each other.  They otherwise like hanging out with each other.  But they are not necessarily each other’s type, mostly on account of you being straight and me being gay.  So there is no hidden romance or anything like that.  As trusting friends, we use other’s bodies to pleasure ourselves.  It’s like, why masturbate alone when you can use your friend’s body as a prop.  It’s like using one of those fleshlight gadgets, except it is attached to a real human.”

Nelson was not done yet, I knew as much.  I kept quiet.

“I mean, we already spend so much time together.  We are even using this fire escape to get in and out of each other’s apartments; we’re not even using the front door any more.  But then you go home and jerk off alone and I have to get on Grindr to summon some rando’ over so I can suck him or he can fuck me.  So every once in a while before we say good night, I can suck you off and then we’re both happy.”

Now was not the time to interject either.

“And there is nothing exclusive about it.  You can continue to date your girls and if and when you get so many blowjobs that you don’t need me, then it’s cool.  And I will still need someone to have more explicit gay sex with, not just blow jobs.  But I will do that with gay guys.  Your arrangement with me is strictly about blow jobs, on an as needed basis. And I know all my friends, all the Friday night crew, wouldn’t bat an eye if they knew we’re fuck buddies or actually blow job buddies.  They all have much bigger skeletons in their closets.  But sure, we can keep this discrete on account of your privacy.”

Nelson was still going on.  Not a single word from me yet. 

“But then again, I am not sure about this.  There are a lot of arguments that ‘a mouth is a mouth’ and who cares who is attached to that mouth that is sucking you.   As long as one is enjoying themselves, then all is good.  But then again, if a woman was giving me a blowjob, I think I might vomit.  Come to think of it, I don’t think I could get it up even if the arrangement was that she is blowing me fully knowing I am Nelly Nelson.  So who said that you could get it up if a man was blowing you?  I guess there has to be some level of attraction to the subject, if not to the person.  What I’m saying is that I’m not sure any more that is a good proposition for you.  You might not be into it.  You might feel awkward.  And then we ruined a great friendship over nothing.  Just because we wanted to become fuck buddies, and the whole dynamic did not work, now we fucked up our friendship too.  No, I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

Nelson was on a rant.  No time to disturb him.

“So, the more I think about it, the more I think maybe it is not a good idea after all.  Sorry, I often think things out loud and involve other people before I consider all the pros and cons.  Sorry I bothered you with this.  Maybe I even scared you.  Like I said before, I didn’t want this to affect or jeopardize our friendship in any way.  That would be the most horrible thing ever. So basically what I’m saying is that forget this whole conversation.  It was a half assed idea.  Yes, it could work, but probably it won’t.  Can I redact the last 20 minutes from our friendship?  Would you be kind enough to forget I brought this up?  All because you’re Guillaume and my fuck buddy was Guillermo and this brilliant idea popped up in my head, but then again maybe it was not that brilliant at all on second review.”

I had been silent for the past half hour.  Nelson had done the full circle of arguing for and against the case and the unanimous jury of Nelson alone seems to have come to a final verdict.

“Inside voice Nelson, inside voice!  Sometimes you say the most stupid things out loud,” that last part was directed at himself.

I didn’t know if that was indeed the final verdict and if I was allowed to interject now.  Instead of saying something, and I really didn’t know how to respond to that, I reached over and grabbed his hand.  I had held his hand in mine back in Paris when we thanked each other for a wonderful friendship.  I needed to reassure him that the beautiful friendship was all intact.

“Guy, can you please forgive me?  I hope I didn’t ruin everything.  I feel like the creepy version of Robert Redford in the movie Indecent Proposal.  I can’t remember how the movie went, but I am sure there was some chaos before they gave it a Hollywood happy ending.  Can we please skip the chaos since nothing really happened and just go to the happy ending?”

“You’re all good. It’s all good.”

“Oh, thank heavens you finally said something.  Anything.  This whole time I kept talking and talking because you were quiet.”

Ah, Nelson, never a dull moment with you.  I was quiet because I knew not to interrupt you.  But this bit I am saying quietly to myself, because unlike you I am able to keep an inner voice when thinking.

“Can you please forgive me?” he asked.

“There is nothing to forgive.  I know you meant all of that from a place of sincerity and caring.  I have been very appreciative that you had not sexualized me at all this whole time as your token straight best friend.  Even this ‘indecent offer’ came from a place of caring, I think.  I don’t think you were trying to get fresh with me, you just wanted to help.  I told you I hadn’t had a blow job for more than 6 months and your first instinct was you wanted to help, although in a very un-orthodox way.  But you are very un-orthodox, and that’s what I like about you.”

“Phew, thanks Guy.  For a moment I totally thought I fucked it all up.  Stupid me and my big mouth.”

“It’s all good, like I said.  We’ll chuckle about this in the future.”

“Maybe you’ll chuckle.  I’ll dread remembering I ever said such a thing.”

I think after that emotional rollercoaster we needed to allow things to calm down.  For the next 15 minutes we just sat there and finished the last of our beers.  It was a crisp mid-summer night.  One of those rare nights when the air was clean, the temperature was ideal, and you could totally sleep with the window open and no air conditioning needed. 

Once we restarted the conversation, we talked about every single topic except blowjobs and fuck buddies.  It was as though the conversation never happened.  Which was just fine with me.  I appreciated the good intentions behind the thought process, but I wasn’t sure it was my cup of tea. 

Eventually it was time for bed.  We gave each other a bro hug and then each one of us crawled through the window into our respective bedrooms.  I peed and brushed my teeth and headed to bed. 

The air was super fresh, and my bedroom window was open. Through the thin walls and the open windows, I heard Nelson’s voice carry over from his bedroom.

“Guy, I’m sorry,” Nelson said.

We were not in the habit of talking through the wall or have our voices carry over through the windows. 

“It’s OK Nelson.  Nothing to be sorry about.  I really did appreciate that you were trying to solve a problem for both of us and this crazy idea totally made sense to you at least for a split second.”

“You’re not just saying that?” he asked.

The talking over the wall and windows was kinda silly.

Wearing only my eurotrash underwear, I crawled back through the window onto the fire escape.  I shimmied over to his window so I could see him as I talked to him. He must have heard me coming, as he was sitting in his bed, just wearing his pink G-string underwear and looking in the direction of the window in anticipation.  The last time we were both in our underwear like this was that night in Paris when we finished a whole bottle of wine between us and opened up about so many things.  So much time had passed, and we were even more open to each other now.  So much so that Nelson could offer to blow me and I would think it came from a place of caring rather than trying to seduce a straight man.

“We’re good Nelson.  I appreciate you and I know your lack of filter.  I actually like that you have no filter.”

I could see he was still upset at himself.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

He nodded yes. He wasn’t really keeping eye contact with me.  He was being shy.  I crawled in.  His hypermasculine muscles trapped under the feminine skin and that skimpy underwear were all giving me even a more stark contrast in the darkness of his bedroom illuminated dimly from New York’s light pollution.  I have to say, there was something sultry and forbidden the way he looked. 

I knew that this is probably the last thing I should do given the conversation we had earlier.  But at that moment in time my boy Nelson needed a hug.  I probably should have gone back and put some more clothes on before hugging him for a brotherly reassurance.  For sure he should put more fabric on before being hugged.  But now was not the time for heteronormative theater. 

I got into his bedroom, in the dark, and lifted him out of his bed.  I am not sure he knew where I was going with that.  I brought him closer to me and we hugged.  We had a similar hug when he came back from Paris and we burst into a spontaneous hug in the hallway.  But this hug was a lot more different.  I was acutely aware that we were basically naked. As we hugged, his bare chest touched my bare chest, his bare abdomen and six pack touched mine, and his crotch squeezed against mine with only two thin layers of fabric separating our junks. 

He needed that hug.  He rested his head on my naked shoulder for safety.  He brought his arms high above and embraced me around my upper torso in the back.  By default, my arms ended up below his.  I wrapped my arms behind his lower back.  Somehow, my one arm was lower and as it hugged his back lumbar area, it traversed his G-string’s shoelace waistband and my hand landed on his naked ass cheek. Once it landed there by accident, I didn’t want to make a scene out of it and freak out.  It would be less noticeable if didn’t make a scene.

There we were, the two of us, almost naked, hugging, junk pressed against junk, and my one hand on his naked ass cheek. All in the darkness of a gay man’s bedroom.  Oh, if those walls could talk about everything that had happened here in this bedroom.  How did I end up in a situation like this?  Yet, despite all this gay inuendo, this was the most significant friendship of my life, and I would not change it for anything.

Nelson was the one who finally let go of the hug.

“Thanks man,” Nelson said.  “I, I needed a little confirmation that my big mouth did not get me into trouble.  You’re a true mensch.”

“We cool,” I replied. “Have a good night sleep.  I’m gonna go now.”

He gave me a soft nod of appreciation.  I crawled through the fire escape back into my own bedroom.  I got into my bed, but I was wide awake.  All kinds of thoughts were running through my mind.  Obviously all of them had to do with Nelson’s proposal.  For sure it wasn’t my thing.  I was a vanilla when it came to sex and sexual escapades.  Yes, I had not had a blowjob for months, but I could live with that.  Not that I had a low sex drive.  Nope, my sex drive was quite healthy.  But I was always too shy and too proper to engage other people for my own pleasure.  Even if Nelson had not backtracked on his proposal, and even if I had agreed to it, I would never ask for it.  It just was not my style to tell someone come and suck my dick.  That was not me.  I was always more about romance.  I always envisioned falling in love and settling down with them.  All this pre-marital sex is fun, but it is all just practice for my future soulmate. 

What if Nelson had not backtracked on his proposal?  Where would that leave me?  Again, that was not my cup of tea getting a blow job from a man.  Or even someone who was my best friend, male or female.  What would I do?  How would I have responded if the proposal was still out there?  Would I have said yes just to appease him?  Would I have said no and then hurt our friendship?  What was the right answer?

A million scenarios ran through my mind.  I came to New York to find my people.  But mainly I had found Nelson, my next door neighbor.  He had quickly become my best friend.  Our lives had become intertwined in so many ways: work, gym, social hangouts.  I’m sure if he were a girl, he would have been my girlfriend by now.  But he was a man, and I was straight. 

The next morning he was waiting for me outside his door as we did our usual commute on the subway to work.  The conversation was as normal and casual as it could be.  It was as if he never mentioned he wanted to suck me off.  I for sure was not the one who was going to mention anything about it.  That night we went to the gym, went back to his place to eat our take-out pizza, and played some video games.

When my mom had learned that I had broken it off with Juilana, she frantically insisted I should date this girl Rebecca.  Her mom and my mom were professors in Sorbonne way back then.  Rebecca’s family came to New York when her mom got the job at Columbia.  The two moms had talked, and they decided that since Rebecca and I were both single, we should meet. 

Just to appease my mom, I said fine.  Rebecca insisted we had to eat at a vegan restaurant.  It was only when I met her that I learned Rebecca and her family had turned a bit more religious since they arrived in New York.  The vegan place was on account of dietary laws.  She was also dressed very modestly, with long sleeves and a blouse that was buttoned all the way up to her neck.  Other than that I found her a lovely human being with a good combination of personal charm and intelligence. 

Since she was such nice company, I decided to meet her up again despite the level of religious observance between us.  It became very clear to me that she was a pure soul, and most likely a virgin who will have her first sexual experience on her wedding night.  Kinda disappointing for me, but I admired that she had principles and she could adhere to them. 

A couple of weeks later, Nelson and I were doing our ‘fine dining’ with take-out tacos that we ate on the fire escape in between our apartments.  We had not talked at all about his proposal since that one time he brought it up.  It was all forgotten in between us, although every once in a while I reminded myself of how things went down.

I was describing Rebecca and my dates to Nelson. 

“So I actually do like her a lot on a personal level,” I said, “but no sex for sure until the wedding, not that I am thinking about marrying here already.”

“You should have taken that offer about the blow job while the going was good,” he replied in jest. 

“You took it back!” I said with a surprised and bewildered tone, though my mouth was full of fish tacos and I am not sure how much of what I said he understood.

So here we were.  We had not talked about Nelson’s proposal for 2 weeks, but I guess the time had come.

“You acted so weird, I took it back because I thought I fucked up,” Nelson replied.

“I didn’t say a word.  You kept talking and talking and talking.  First you talked yourself into it and then you eventually talked yourself out of it.  Classic Nelson.”

“I don’t know, you didn’t respond either way.  You were quiet the whole time.  I thought you were insulted and offended.  I just kept talking until the mood was right again.  Had you said something at any point I would have stopped talking then and there.  It’s not like you said yes or no at any point.  How would you have responded if didn’t keep talking? What would you have said?”

“Oh, back then I would have said no for sure,” I finally had the chance to reply.

“Wai-Wai-Wai-Wai-Wait!  ‘Back then’?  What do you mean back then?  You mean you actually thought about it and your response now might be different?”

The truth is I did in fact think about it every now and then.  Even though my initial response would have been a firm no, maybe things don’t have to be so black and white after all.

“Maybe, I don’t know,” I replied.  “I mean, it’s weird and everything.  Not just the man on man part of it, which is fine for you but a whole new thing for me, but also we’re neighbors and best friends and we even fucking work in the same place.  And we work out together.  I sure wouldn’t want to fuck up any of that.  My friendship with you is more important than any blowjob could ever be.”

“Awwww,” he replied.  And he rested his one hand on my shoulder in admiration and adoration.  Maybe he had a little tear in his one eye. 

After that we went to back to eating our dinners.  There was 5 minutes of quiet, and then true to form Nelson started to talk about something or another that had nothing to do with his proposal.  The guy could not be quiet even if his life depended on it.

I went on a few more dates with Rebecca.  Lovely woman, really.  Besides the fact that there was not going to be any sex until marriage, I also started imagining my life with someone who was that religious. Would I be as careful observing all the holidays in the way that would be important to her? And the dietary laws?  And raising kids? 

In the meantime I found myself thinking about Nelson’s proposal every now and then.  Mostly late at night, when I was in bed alone and he was just on the other side of the paper-thin wall.  I still heard him 2-3 times a week having wild crazy sex with some random guy.  I wasn’t getting laid with Rebecca, so I had nobody to compete with him.  Every time I saw him the following morning I would quiz him about who he had brought over.  Invariably it would be some new one-time guy from Grindr or Scruff or Sniffies.  I had become so verse about these app even though I wasn’t on any of them.  He no longer had a steady fuck buddy.

Two weeks after our last talk about the proposal, we were having dinner at my place.  We were both shirtless as it was one of those hot summer nights.  Then his phone dinged.  I had learned to recognize the Grindr alert sound.  He got dinged again.  Normally I would let him respond and line up whatever fuck session he could arrange.  The guy was a charmer.

This time I scootched over next to him to look over his shoulder as he was messaging this blonde guy.  Nelson was a bit taken back that I was looking over his shoulder.  Not so much as a matter of privacy, but as a matter that I showed interest in his upcoming fuck session with a random stranger.

There is a first time for everything.  He reluctantly turned his phone screen so we could both look at it at the same time.  I didn’t say anything.  I just watched them exchange messages.  After the initial headless torso shot, Nelson got a few dick pics.  The guy was endowed.  After a few more messages, he got a head shot.  Cute blonde guy, athletic, looked like he was a frat guy back in the days.

They used a lot of acronyms and abbreviations in their string of texts, most of it was flying over my head. I don’t think the other guy knew Nelson was sitting next to his straight best friend vetting these texts and pics.  And for me, I was just observing Nelson in his element. 

There was another dick pic, and this time the guy was ejaculating.  I caught Nelson lick the side of his mouth with his tongue.  I looked below and it looked like Nelson was starting to get a boner, although it was not fully erect yet.  All this time he was getting aroused with me sitting next to him. After a long string of texts the other guy finally admitted he was not even in town and he was just teasing Nelson all this time.  He was just a tease. 

Needless to say, Nelson was really upset.  He had got himself all horny and ready for a blonde dessert, but the guy was a flake. Nelson put his phone down.  He leaned over and rested his head on my one shoulder.  We just looked at some imaginary spot ahead of us, each in his deep thoughts.

I was already resolved not to have sex any time soon on account of dating Rebecca.  He had spent all his online charm on a guy that was a total flake.  We both had blue balls.

“You should have taken that offer about the blow job while the going was good,” it was me this time who chimed in with this sentence referencing our proposal.  I said it in first person, even though it was HIS proposal. I really was trying to be funny, saying it in jest just like he had said it a couple of weeks ago.  I really didn’t intend to revisit the topic. 

“Wait, what?  That was my line.  You can’t steal my line!” he answered.

I totally was going to reverse roles on him and play devil’s advocate.

“I dunno, it was a nice offer, getting a blow job whenever you felt like it,” I continued with my charade. 

He picked up his head from my shoulder and looked at me in surprise and a bit of shock.

“Wait, are we going back to this discussion?  Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked.

“I don’t think I am.  Or that I’m not.  Ever since you brought it up that one time, it’s been out there whether we talk about it or not. Once it’s been said, you cannot un-say it.”

“So what are you saying now?” he asked.  I could see he had the look of terror on his face.  I could hear him start to breathe heavily. 

My breathing was becoming heavy as well.  My heart was pounding.  I didn’t know why I brought it up, or where I was going with it.  I didn’t have an end-game.  But something about being tangled in Nelson’s shenanigans on Grindr with the guy flaking out, I had become invested in it that night.  I was ready to hear Nelson having wild sex next door later that night, and now it wasn’t going to happen.  I was just as disappointed as he was. 

“I…” I didn’t know how to finish that sentence. 

“You?...” Nelson inquired.

“I just think…” again, I didn’t know how to finish my sentence, given that I did not have a coherent thought process. “I just think that… maybe… we are best friends and everything… so… maybe…”  I just couldn’t say it.  I couldn’t bring myself to say that maybe it was OK if Nelson sucked my dick. Not that I knew how the whole fuck buddy system worked.  Not that I was attracted to Nelson in a way that I might even be able to get a boner in front of him.  Yes, we had seen other naked in the locker room in the gym, and Nelson was always such a gentleman not to check out my goods when we were naked.  But to open my pants and offer him my erect dick for him to suck?  How could I ever do that?  To my best friend?

“Do you think…” Nelson chimed in.  “Do you… Do you want…?”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence either.  We both knew what we were both talking about. 

“Dude, I don’t know,” I replied.  “It’s so weird.  I love my best friend relationship with you.  Is this an extension of it, or a perversion of it?”

“I can’t speak for you.  For me, it’s an extension.  I have had fuck buddies in the past, and with every one of them I was friends in some capacity or another.  Maybe not best friends like you and me, but friends just the same.  I don’t think you ever had a fuck buddy.  I guess for straight people it’s all different trying to navigate something like this with a woman.”

“Truth be told, that last girlfriend Juliana ended up being of a fuck buddy after all,” I replied.  “At first I had nice intentions of dating.  The sex was great. But we figured out there was no spark between us.  I think we both prolonged the whole thing more because the sex was great.  We got together for the sex, and pretended to date all along.  So, that was the closest thing I ever had to a fuck buddy.”

There was a temporary silence.  But Nelson can never stay silent.  It’s against his nature to be quiet.

“So, then, what are you saying? Is this something you’d be OK with? I mean, we have this awesome chemistry between us, so would it be OK if I pleasure you as well?  Do you think you could do it with me?  With a man?  Can you let your gay best friend suck you off?”

I collapsed on the backside of the sofa, head up to the ceiling.  I covered both eyes with the palms of my hand.  Covering my eyes like this was something I sometimes did when I was embarrassed.  It’s a childish habit I never grew out of. 

“Oooooo, I don’t know.  Yes, there is the obvious thing about you being a man, not a woman.  But also you being my best friend.  And the whole deal was you suck me off, and I don’t reciprocate since I’m not gay.  I just don’t know if I would be comfortable taking advantage of you like that, with a one-sided arrangement like this.”

“Well, it’s not really one-sided.  Maybe you straight people think all gay guys do all kinds of positions all the time.  The truth is I’m a 99% bottom, as I told you before.  Sucking guys off and getting fucked up the ass is my thing.  Even in my other gay encounters I don’t expect to be sucked off, especially when I’m with a hot super power top.  I get my pleasure when a man cums in my mouth or up my ass.  That’s my role.  So what I offered to you is not that much different.”

“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know…” my face was still covered with the palms of my hands as I spoke to him not looking at him.

Another silence, Nelson’s worse nemesis.

“Let’s try this,” he broke the silence. “I’m gonna leave you here to collect your thoughts.  Most certainly no pressure at all.  I’m gonna go to my apartment.  I’ll leave the front door unlocked.  At any point if you decide to come over, we can work it out.  If you decide you don’t want to come over, I’ll see you tomorrow as we walk to work together, and we will never mention this topic ever again.  I’ll still be your best friend, I’ll still prefer your company over anyone else’s, but we’re not going to make it awkward.”

My face was still covered.  I heard him get up and leave.  I heard the door close behind him.  Only then I removed my hands from my face.

Holy cow.  What a predicament did I get myself into? What was I supposed to do? Could I possibly do such a thing?  The one thing I knew for sure was that Nelson’s intentions were sincere.  He was not trying to take advantage of his straight best friend.  He was just offering an extension of the friendship in a way that was most natural to him, but not at all to me.  Would I be able to even get an erection in front of him? Even if I agreed, would my straight dick be able to perform in front of a gay man? Is that even possible?

Images of Nelson kneeling in front of me and sucking my dick started getting into my head.  I could see him bobbing his head up and down my shaft, slurping every bit of man scent off of my dick.  I could see him moaning in excitement.  I could see him massaging my shaft with his fist as his mouth worked the tip. I could see him jerking me off as he licked my balls one at a time.  I could see him grab my hips to shove my entire manhood as deep inside his throat as he could.  All these sexual images of Nelson were not something I ever thought I would have. 

And with that, I got my answer.  While all these images were running in my head, my cock had woken up.  The whole taboo of having a man, and Nelson at that, giving me a blow job was very intriguing for my cock.  My cock had a mind of its own and it was game.  My cock said yes.  My cock decided for me.  Usually it is a very bad idea letting your cock decide for you, but here I was: horny and ready for an adventure. 

Against all my good judgement, I stood up.  I knew where I was going. I had lost track of time.  I didn’t know how long I had spent running all these scenarios in my head.  I didn’t know if Nelson had been gone for 5 minutes or 2 hours.  I didn’t know what time it was.  I didn’t know if I went over, Nelson would be awake or had he gone to sleep already.

My erect cock told my legs to walk.  My feet led the rest of my body out of the living room into the hallway.  I was at Nelson’s door.  Usually I would ring the bell and he would open up.  But he told me the door was unlocked and just to walk in.  And that’s what I did.  I opened the door and walked in.

I don’t know what I was thinking.  Somehow I had the notion that I was going to walk into something romantic and sensuous.  Perhaps I expected the lights to be dimmed and for mood candles to be lit.  Maybe I was expecting romantic music.  Maybe even a bottle of red wine waiting. 

Nope, his apartment was exactly as it always was.  The usual lights, the usual feeling.  Nothing extra-ordinary or special.  And Nelson was sitting sideways on his sofa in his signature hot pink G-string underwear reading a book.  I had seen him in that underwear so many times.  He was just comfortable in his own apartment, not knowing if I were going to show up or not.

As soon as he saw me enter quietly he put his book down. He had waited for me by the sofa.  My erect dick told my legs to walk over to the sofa. I walked up all the way to him.  I just stood in front of him. My heart was pounding a mile a minute.  I could see Nelson was breathing very heavily too.  His face was flushed with all that extra blood.  I couldn’t tell if my own face was flush or pale.  All I knew was that it was the first time I was in Nelson’s apartment with an erection, although it was still concealed at this point.

We looked at each other, me standing in front of him, and he was sitting on the sofa.  There was that silence again. I knew Nelson was going to break the silence soon.  I let him take the lead.  He knew what he was doing.  He had done this before.

“Here we are…” he said.

“Here we are…” I repeated.

“I can see that at least one part of you is happy to be here.”  He was referring to the bulge in my shorts that was the result of my boner.

I looked down and saw that bulge.  Even though my dick was happy to be there, my brain was mortified.  Reflexively, once again I flung my arms up and covered both eyes with the palms of my hands.  Covering my face like that was my childhood reaction when I was so embarrassed. 

My face was covered, but I sensed him spring up from the sofa.

He leaned over gently and whispered so softly in my right ear, even though there was nobody else there to hear us: “Hey hey hey.  We will only do this if you are 100% OK with it.”

Silence.  Nelson’s nemesis. I just stood there with my face covered.  That boner was not going away.

“Are you sure you’re OK with this?” he asked.

I nodded yes, still with my face covered.

Without being asked, he put his hands on mine and slowly peeled my hands away from my face.  We were face to face and I could see him up close.  I didn’t know what was supposed to happen from here.  Was I supposed to kiss him?  There was no mention of kissing when he made his proposal.  But I don’t think I ever had sex of any sort with anyone before kissing them first.  I had those visions of Nelson blowing me, but kissing?  Or was he going to kiss me?  It’s one thing to let him blow me, but kissing a man, now that’s really gay. I was not there to kiss or be kissed.  I was there because my erect dick told me to come there and get sucked off. 

All these thoughts were running through my mind, now that my face was uncovered, and my face was the closest it had ever been to Nelson’s face.  No, I couldn’t kiss him, not that I thought that was his intention either.  Instead, I quickly wrapped my arms around him and hugged him.  A hug was not gay, even if my erect dick was pressed in between our bellies and I was aware of his ass all exposed with that G-string of his.

He hugged back, although not as forcefully as me. 

He continued his whispering: “Listen, we don’t have to do anything.  Or at least not tonight right now.  Now that we know you might be open to it, we can do it if and when you’re ready.  Just you letting me know you are open to the idea is already the best expression of our friendship ever.  If we never ever consummate that offer, it is just fine with me.  The only thing that matters is that your trust me and I value you and your friendship above anything else.”

Nelson was the sweetest man ever.  How some lucky gay man had not swooped him off his feet and married him was beyond comprehension. 

I came back for air.  I let go of the hug.  My dick was still erect and poking through the fabric of my shorts.  I took a couple of deep breaths.

“I think now is the time,” I said.  I couldn’t believe that given the circumstance, that sentence came out of my mouth.  I guess my erect dick had taken control of my mouth as well.  My dick was controlling all of me.

Nelson sat back on the sofa.  His head was at the level of my crotch.  Were we going to do it right here on the sofa?  Was I supposed to sit?  Or were we supposed to go to the bed?  I didn’t know, I was new to this.  I just let Nelson do whatever he thought was the right position and place to do it in.

He picked up his hands and placed them on either side of my hips, over my shorts.  Was I supposed to lower my shorts and offer him my cock?  Was he supposed to take off the shorts for me?  Was this really happening?  Was my hungry dick going to end up down Nelson’s throat?

Nelson didn’t rush.  He just gently massaged my hips over the fabric of the shorts.  Ever so slightly, with round and soothing motions, his hands gently slid up, a fraction of an inch at a time.  I still wasn’t sure if he was waiting for me to lower my shorts or what was the protocol here.

Nelson’s face had been hypnotized by the bulge in my shorts this whole time.  The tent in my shorts was maybe three inches away from his mouth.  I knew soon that distance would become zero.  I just couldn’t see the steps that would follow from this point on.

Eventually, by the time his massaging hands were all way by the waistline of my shorts, he looked up at me. There was a sea of lust in his eyes.

As he looked me in the eyes from below, his right hand slowly marched to the center of my body.  His hand went over my bulge, over the fabric.

“Is this OK?” he asked.  I nodded yes.

He then proceeded to ever so gently press my boner over my shorts.  Nothing forceful, just a gentle acknowledgement that my boner was there and in need of some attention. 

Holy fucking cow!  Nelson had touched my cock, albeit still with the fabric separating his hands from my shaft.  But he touched it.  We had crossed that bridge. 

He started tracing the contour of my erection with his hand.  This whole time we were looking at each other dead in the eyes, ignoring the action of the hand massage down below.  His massage slowly became more intentional.  I wouldn’t classify it as jerking me off over the fabric, but his hand was fully familiar with my shaft.  With his other hand he approached and cupped my balls, still over the fabric. He had my whole manhood covered by his two hands.

I still didn’t know if I was supposed to drop my shorts and let him have my cock, or did he have some master plan how things were supposed to happen.  I just let him do his thing.  He had done this a million times. 

The left hand let go of my balls and inched up a bit, as the right hand was still tracing my erection from the outside.  His left had reached my waistband again.  Ever so slightly, he slid one finger under the elastic.  His one finger was inside my shorts.  Holy fuck!

He used that one finger to trace the inside of my waistband all the way from one hip to the other, touching my belly in the process.  My boner was getting more and more stiff thinking about Nelson’s hand inside my shorts, and of what more was about to happen. My whole cock was so stiff and was trying to find its way out of my shorts, perhaps through that little bit of space Nelson was creating with his one finger. 

Nelson was still looking at me from below, rather than focus on the action.  He knew what to do. 

“Is this OK,” he asked again.  My cock told my head to nod yes.  I nodded yes. 

He let go of my cock with his right hand and instead mimicked the position of his left hand with just one finger inside the waistband of my shorts.  He had two fingers hooked inside.  I now knew what he was going to do.  He was going to lower my shorts.  This was the moment my cock would get released.  Judging by how stiff my cock felt cooped up inside, I knew it would fling up and around the moment it would get released.  I was sure it was going to smack Nelson in the face. But then again, that’s what he wanted.  That’s what I was there for.

His fingers started making shimmy movements to lower my shorts. This was the moment.  This would be the moment Nelson would see my erect cock, the cock that was so eager to meet Nelson.  I couldn’t remember ever having so many butterflies as I exposed myself to any of my sexual partners, not even when I lost my virginity. 

My own arms sprang into action.  My reflex was to cover my face again from embarrassment.  My elbows started bending to bring my palms up to my face. I was about to regress to my childhood pose for the third time that night.

“Don’t!  Don’t cover your face,” Nelson whispered in a very firm tone. “You have to see this.  I want you to see this.”

My arms froze in their tracks.  I nodded yes, in obedience.  I dropped my arms.  I was going to do whatever Nelson wanted me to do.

Nelson resumed his shimmy motion with his fingers in my shorts.  Left and right, left and right again, the waistband was coming down.  As the waistband was coming down, my stiff cock was being forced in a clockwise fashion to turn downward.  Eventually the waistband was at the level of my pubic hair.  And then the hair was exposed.  He had seen me naked before, but in the safety distance of locker room changing mode.  His face had never been so close to my exposed crotch that he could smell it.

The waistband then hit the base of my erect shaft.  Holy cow!  My erect cock was slowly coming into full view.  First the base, then the first inch.  As the shorts were coming off, more of my stiff cock was being uncovered.  Hell, that’s what I was there for. 

Artfully and slowly, Nelson made a quick pause when only the tip of my cock was still within the shorts; the rest of it and my balls were all out in the open.  One more motion of the shorts coming down, the whole package would be out. 

Sure enough, that is what happened.  With Nelson’s next move, my erection flew up in to the air and bounced up and down a few times before it stood out straight in the air.  My dick was finally released from its confinement inside my shorts.  But that was just the beginning.  My dick didn’t bring me to Nelson’s apartment just so I could flash him.  My dick had come there to get sucked.  I didn’t know what else Nelson was going to do to make it all happen. 

Nelson finally let go of his gaze into my eyes and instead focused on his prize: my erection just inches away from his mouth.  I wouldn’t be able to tell you how many dicks Nelson has had up to that point, but for me it was my first time with a male mouth.  It was my first time with a friend’s mouth.  Was I supposed to shove my dick in his mouth, or would I allow Nelson to handle everything so expertly as he had done so far?

I let Nelson do what he knew best: handle a cock. He took the longest time just looking at my erect cock begging for attention, his attention.  There was even a drop of precum dripping from the tip, ready to be licked off.  Nelson was not in a rush.

This time without looking up, without losing sight of my cock, he asked again: “Is this OK?”  He wanted to know if I was still on board.  I nodded yes.  He must have sensed my nod, though he was not looking at my head.

He then took off my shorts all the way down to my ankles.  I knew that was my signal to step out of them.  I was totally naked in front of Nelson, waiting for him to inhale my cock, whenever it fit into whatever routine he was up to.

With his free hands, he grabbed my hips again, same place he had grabbed before when my shorts were still on.  He then slowly inched his hands more to the center, to my crotch.  He was in no rush.  His right hand approached my shaft, and his left hand toward the balls.  This time my shaft was out in the open, not covered by a layer of fabric. 

His right hand eventually touched the base of my cock and my pubic hair. Shyly he pulled his left hand in the direction of my balls.  His right had slid a bit further down my shaft.  As I live and breathe, Nelson was touching my dick!

When enough of his hand had made its way down my shaft, he finally grabbed it!  Yes, my dick was in his fist.  He made a tight fist around my girth, with such finesse and determination.  His left hand was now fully cupping my balls.  My entire manhood was in Nelson’s hands.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Again, not looking up but fixating on this awesome sight of his hands on my cock, he asked: “Is this OK?”  I loved that he was checking in with me every step of the way.  I nodded yes.  I am not sure if he saw me or just sensed my head bob in agreement.

Nelson paused there for a little while.  He knew this was all new to me.  I didn’t know if it was all new to him as well.  I never asked if he had other straight men in the past or this was his first too.  I guess I never thought to ask. 

He eased up on his grip and then proceeded to jerk my cock for me, slowly at first but then gently picking up the pace.  With each motion back and forth, just a little precum would add to the large drop that had already accumulated at the tip. His soft motions did not shoot that drop all over the place; it was still hanging at the tip.

He massaged my balls with his left hand and jerked me off with his right hand.  I loved that he didn’t just go in for the goods right away.  He was easing me into it.  I knew his luscious mouth would soon conquer my cock, but for now, just a little handjob was a nice start.

After a good 5 minutes of this, he looked up at me.  I had been looking down on what he was doing this whole time.  Our eyes locked gaze again.  When I met him for the first time a few months ago as we saw each other in the hallway, I would have never guessed that one day he would be kneeling in front of my naked dick just moments away from devouring it. 

He looked me in the eyes as he kept stroking my dick.  There was an intense look in between us.  It wasn’t love.  It was passion mixed in with a deep connection of friendship and respect.  It was one friend doing another friend a solid favor.  It was the deepest most intimate thing a friend could do for his best friend.  It was the ultimate bonding experience, declaring that there were no boundaries and no shame in between us. 

“Are you ready?” he asked.  I nodded yes.  I can’t believe I was eager to have my dick sucked by my best friend.  I was such a vanilla when it came to sex, and this was by far the most daring thing I had ever done in my life.

Nelson was ready too.  Somehow I expected he was going to ease his mouth onto my cock.  Maybe he was going to kiss here, sniff there, lick here before taking it all in.  Nope, that was not his plan.  As he looked me straight in eyes, he opened his mouth and took all 8 inches of my erect dick into his mouth in one motion.  Once my cock hit the back of his throat, he sealed his lips around the base and tightened his jaw and tongue to press my cock against his palate. 

It was done.  I was inside Nelson. Holy fucking cow! I had let my best friend, a man, to suck me.  It was official.  A gay man was giving me a blowjob.  A gay man who had fast become my best friend, someone with whom I had found such a clear and natural connection.

Oh shit, his mouth was so moist and sensuous. My cock was such a natural fit for his throat.  It seemed that the natural arch of my dick perfectly complemented the natural anatomy of his throat.  This whole time I was so obsessed with the actual act of being sucked, I had forgotten about the quality of the mouth.  Nelson’s mouth was just perfect.  Just from that initial glide in, my cock had found its most natural match.  This was meant to be. 

Still looking up and locking gaze with me, Nelson slowly pulled his head back and then glided back in.  He started sucking me really good.  He was still cupping my balls with his left hand, but now he was using my balls as leverage to pull me in an out of his mouth.  Nelson’s saliva was coating my entire cock, and some of it was dripping out sideways from his eager sucking.

 

You know, there is always this urban myth that gay guys give the best blowjobs.  And I’m gonna tell you: it’s true.  First of all, when a gay guy gives you a blowjob, it’s because he wants dick, not because he’s expected to do it.  He does if for his own self, not for you.  A gay guy wants to suck your dick, even if you yourself are not into it.  He’s doing it because he enjoys it.  A gay guy thinks about dick 24/7.  He wants dick at all times.  You’re doing HIM a favor for letting him suck you off.  You’re rewarding HIM, not the other way around.

Second, a gay guy knows a dick better than any woman can.  He has a dick and knows what feels good.  A gay guy has sucked more dicks than any average woman has.  A gay guy knows from years of experience, BY him and ON him, how to suck a dick well.  Even if two girls want to teach other how to give a good blowjob, they don’t have a dick to demonstrate it on.  With gay guys, there are always so many dicks to share in between them, every single blowjob is an act of perfection.

So anyways, lemme tell you Nelson was the best blowjob I have ever had. He was worshipping my cock in ways I didn’t know were possible. I can’t even tell what he was doing to my cock, but I was totally in another universe with his mouth on my cock. Had I known that his blowjob would be so much different, so much better than anything I’ve ever had, I might have dived into this situation so much faster.  Dudes, if you are reading this story, drop everything and go let a gay guy suck you off.  Believe me, it’s the best thing ever. Even better than pussy. Trust me.

Nelson was down below doing his magic on my cock.  His lips, his tongue, his palate, his throat, his whole head, his whole being was being dedicated to pleasuring my manhood.  Best experience of my life. 

Just when the amount of pleasure I was getting was reaching new highs, in between slurping and sucking he managed to whisper out: “You can come in my mouth.”

Damn. Fuck. I was getting close, but that was enough to seal the deal.  As if he willed it into me, I started to orgasm.  I felt these waves of muscular contractions that started from the inside of my bowels, into my pelvis, into my prostate, then made their way down my shaft into the tip of my dick. These waves were sucking off every single last drop of cum out of my body and started delivering it all into Nelson’s mouth.  As soon as the first squirt hit the back of his throat, Nelson cupped my asscheeks and squeezed my entire pelvis down his throat.  He locked lips with the base of my shaft not to let any cum go to waste.  He wanted it all.  He was hungry and only what was squirting out of me was going to satisfy him. He took every load in and swallowed, all 12 squirts that came out of me and landed deep inside his throat. 

Only when I was done contracting inside of him he let go of my pelvis.  He grabbed my dick with his hand and started using his hands to squeeze any possible last remnant of cum out of my peehole.  He swallowed all my little swimmers. 

I was spent.  I was getting lightheaded.  I needed to sit down or I would pass out.  I collapsed on the sofa next to him.  I crashed on it with complete lack of energy.  Life was sucked out of me, literally. I needed a moment to catch my breath. 

I looked over and Nelson was panting too.  Only then I noticed his boner trying to make its way out of his pink G-string.  There was a huge precum stain on the front.  This whole time I was all absorbed into thinking about me, I never thought that the person giving me the most amazing blowjob of my life is also a person who besides satisfying me, would have his own urges too.  Sure, he told me he loves sucking dick, but his dick was still rock-hard begging for some attention. 

Nelson caught me looking at his boner. It’s not every day that your best friend is sitting next to you with a raging boner and a precum stain.  It’s not every day that you’re sitting naked in your best friend’s apartment on his sofa.  It’s not every day that your best friend just finished blowing you and sucked every last bit of cum out of you. This day was going so much differently than just an hour ago.

Nelson looked at me looking at his package.

“I’m… I need to take care of this,” Nelson said, pointing to his crotch. “I don’t want to make it too gay for you, so I’m gonna go take care of it privately.  I’ll be back.”

He got up from the sofa and went into his bedroom.  Sure enough, I heard of him start slapping his meat and then he started moaning.  The dude was jerking off in private in his bedroom.  I had heard him jerk off or have guys over in his bedroom so many times.  But usually the sound was carrying over our paper-thin common wall.  This time I was in his apartment as he was pleasuring himself.

Now, it’s rather odd or maybe even rude for your buddy to get up and go into his bedroom and jerk off knowing you’re still there.  But given the magnitude of what just happened between us, it was neither odd nor rude.  It was natural.  He had made me cum, oh so expertly, and now he was taking care of himself. 

Our arrangement was that he would blow me.  We never discussed his needs to cum.  While it was a given that the arrangement was one-sided, as he did not expect a blow job back from a straight guy, I never gave it much thought about Nelson’s needs.  He presented it as he was happy to give a blow job.  But he was a whole person.  There was more to him than just his mouth.  His dick needed attention too, although most definitely not from me. 

A few minutes later he was done and came back.  That precum stain was still visible on the outside of his underwear, perhaps now mixed with actual cum.  He came over and sat on the sofa next to me, where he had been blowing me just minute ago.  I was still sitting in the same spot naked, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You OK?” he asked.  I’m glad he was checking in with me multiple times, making sure the whole thing was not too shocking for a straight man.  I was OK.  I was so OK that I just waited for him this whole time while he was jerking off in his room.  I was so OK it never dawned on me I should get dressed. I was very OK.

“Care for a glass of wine?” he asked.  I nodded yes.

He got up and got us matching glasses of red wine.  We sat on the sofa and talked about everything and nothing for the next 2 hours.  We talked about everything EXCEPT what had just happened.  It was a perfectly normal night’s conversation.  Except I was sitting there naked, Nelson’s cum stain on his underwear had caked over, and my little swimmers were deep inside Nelson’s throat and stomach.  What’s not normal about this situation?!?

Eventually it was time to go to sleep.  I picked up my shorts from the floor in front of Nelson.  I didn’t have a shirt or shoes.  When I stood up, I gave him a very knowing and satisfied smile. I was still naked this whole time.  As I was only going down the hallway and we had the whole 4th floor hallway just for the two of us, I didn’t bother put the shorts back on.

“Thanks man,” I said.

“Any time.  It was my pleasure.”

I didn’t know if I was supposed to give him a hug after what we did.  I never had gotten a blowjob without hugging and kissing before and after.  Even though Nelson’s blowjob was the best one I ever had, it was more transactional rather than romantic.  Even if I were going to give him a hug, I’ve been peculiarly sitting there naked this whole time. I didn’t know if I should put my shorts on before hugging him good night.  I left without hugging him.

Back in my own apartment, in my own bed, I knew Nelson was in his own bed on the other side of the paper-thin wall.

“Thanks again man,” I said loudly.

“I really enjoyed it,” he replied through the wall.

After 5 minutes he hollered: “Are you OK?”

“Yes, thanks for checking in.  I’m good.”

The fact is, I didn’t know if I was good or not.  The vanilla me had done the most daring sexual thing in my life.  I let a man, my best friend, to blow me.  Then I sat there all naked all night like it was the most natural thing and talked about anything except what had just happened while sipping a glass of red wine.  What had gotten into me?  Who was this guy? Did I do the right thing? Is that going to make things weird between Nelson and me? 

I don’t think I got a good night of sleep that night.  Even though my dick was the happiest it ever was, my mind was rethinking what I had just done.  I tossed and turned, with all kinds of thoughts running through my mind.  Finally by around 5:30 AM I gave up.  I got out of bed.  I figured I’d go to the gym to do some cardio and burn some energy.  Usually going to the gym was something I did after work with Nelson, but it was too early and truth be told, this time I needed just a little bit of privacy.

The gym was mostly empty that early in the morning.  I did a good cardio session.  It was still too early after that.  I figured maybe I’ll clean my head in the steam room.  When I entered, there were two guys already in there sitting at a safe distance from each other.  I sat at the other end and let the steam do its magic.  The guy in the middle left a few minutes later.  No sooner than the door closed behind him, the other guy started making gestures with his crotch.  I had seen him in the gym before.  Definitely one of the gay guys with the whole twink group of guys working out on a regular basis.  Decently good looking.  But I wasn’t into his overtures at all.  Not him.  Not with another guy.  Not there. Was there some covert inside scoop between all these gay guys that last night I got a blowjob from one of them and now they’re all trying to have me?

I just tilted my head down and looked at some random point on the floor.  I figured if I ignore him, he’ll get the message.  I let my mind drift again about what happened last night.  About me randomly making a joke about Nelson’s proposal and then getting a blowjob.  I had images of Nelson being so gentle, checking in with me every step of the way.  I had images of him telling me it’s OK to cum in his mouth.  I had images of him gulping down all that cum out of me.  I had images of me just sitting there all naked like it was the most normal thing to do and sipping wine.  All these images made a rush of blood go into my cock.  All these images made my cock get erect again, even without me intending to.  I looked down, and my thoughts had given me a full erection.  There was a huge tent pole sticking up under my towel.  Fuck, the last thing I wanted to do is get a boner in front of this guy.

I looked at my erection, and then I looked up.  Too late.  The guy was already walking over to sit right next to me.  Before I knew what happened, he plopped himself down and with no decorum whatsoever he leaned over and put my cock in his mouth in one rapid motion. Fuck!  How did this happen? I was in his mouth.  It was my second gay blowjob in as many hours.  What’s going on with me?  I’m just a vanilla guy when it comes to sex.

By now it was too late to pretend or protest.  I had sported a boner, and he thought that was his invitation to go for it.  Fuck!  It was done.  I was getting another blowjob.  From a guy.  In the steam room in the gym. Truth be told, this guy was not as good as Nelson.  But better than most girls I’ve had.  I couldn’t take it back, I was committed.  The only way out was to cum as fast as I could so I can get out of there. 

I summoned every arousing memory of my life to make myself cum faster.  But the image that made me cum eventually was Nelson’s mouth from last night.  The way he had wrapped his lips around my cock, the gentle attention he had given me both emotionally and physically, that was the best experience ever. And that made me cum.  I came, for the second time in 8 hours, in the mouth of a man.  This time it was a random stranger in the steam room.  I didn’t even know his name or anything.  It was done.  The guy gulped all of it.  Only then I saw this whole time he was jerking himself off as well.  Gobs of his own cum shot in between his legs on the floor of the steam room.  Fuck, when did I become such a whore?

I made it home just in time to get ready for my morning commute with Nelson.  He was waiting for me in the hallway when I stepped out from my apartment.  We did the usual morning greetings, the one we had always done.  On the commute to work we once again talked about everything and nothing.  We didn’t talk about what happened.  I certainly did not mention to him that I managed to get another blowjob from a guy just an hour ago. 

Only once we got to the Google office and we were going to go our separate ways, he gently laid one had on my shoulder and asked: “Are you OK?”

I knew what he was referring to.  I nodded yes.  I loved it that Nelson was still checking in on me, making sure the experience was not too shocking for me.  Little did he know I already cheated on him with another man, in a sense.  I didn’t have the heart to tell him, not that we had any commitment in between us, or that he wasn’t even a bigger whore. 

That night after work we did our usual routine of working out in the gym and then we had dinner at Hummus Kitchen. Neither one of us spoke about the previous night.  When we got into our building, we did our usual bro hug and then each one of us entered his own apartment.  It was as casual a night as one could imagine.  Just 24 hours ago I came in his mouth.

The next night I had another date with Rebecca.  Lovely time, really.  She was a pleasure.  I just didn’t know if I was ready for her kind of lifestyle.  For sure I did not tell her in that in the past few days I had two different blowjobs by two different guys. 

When I got home, I could already hear Nelson and whichever trick he had over through the walls.  Judging by how loud he was moaning, I imagined he was not giving a blowjob; he was getting fucked up the ass. 

I slid into my bed and jerked off to the soundtrack of Nelson and his trick.  Those two were going at it since before I got home.  I was in my bed, all alone, just a few feet and a paper-thin wall away from the action.  I grabbed my cock and started yanking, thinking of Nelson and his sweet mouth.  I had to give it to him; he gave the best blowjob that I ever had.

Every few minutes I could hear them change positions, and then the moaning would start again.  I was getting exhausted just listening to all that action next door, let alone if I were part of it.  But then again, maybe I did wish I was part of it.  I had no claim to Nelson, but after he blew me, I did feel a deeper connection to him.  I had no right being possessive of him, or feeling jealous of whomever it was fucking him.  But I was.  I wished it was me there. 

All these erotic thoughts, and this moaning next door, I eventually shot my load. I shot it all over my chest and belly.  It almost hit my chin.

The next few days went as routine as possible.  Friday night the whole crew was over at Nelson’s watching the latest episode of RuPaul, followed by dinner and giggles.  As the only straight guy in the group, I was always well received by the gang.  Little did they know that I too had my first two same sex experiences just earlier that week.  The first one was my little secret with Nelson; the second one was a secret even from Nelson.

I had a couple of more dates with Rebecca.  Nelson had a couple of more Grindr hook ups.  We still never talked about our little adventure except for that one-time Nelson asked if I was OK.

A full two weeks after our sexual escapade, I was over at Nelson’s playing video games after dinner together.  I was beginning to think that the blowjob he gave me was one and done.  Nelson had a habit of going from one hook up to the next.  Was I just a one-time experiment for him too?  Did he need to tell himself he scored a straight guy’s dick? I thought we were best friends, he would never do such a thing to his best friend.  I was so shy, and such a vanilla, I did not know how to approach the topic.  But I really needed to know if that was a one-time thing only. Not that I expected anything more, but he had told me the whole story of being fuck buddies and doing it together repeatedly. 

At some point, my mind got the better of me.

“So, this arrangement we talked about, like, how does it, like when…?” I didn’t know how to finish the question.  The cat was out of the hat though.  I think he got the gist of my question.

He put down the video game remote and looked at me with a very knowing smirk. 

“Do you want a blowjob?” he asked.

Shit, he got straight to the point!  He was not beating around the bush like I was.  He had always been more direct and outspoken than me. I immediately reversed into my shy self.  Like I had done a few times more recently, I threw myself against the backside of the sofa and covered my eyes with the palms of my hands.

“I’m so embarrassed!  I can’t believe I brought it up,” I said, with a tremor in my voice.

Nelson was very gentle with me.  He leaned over and peeled my hands off of my face.  I had to look him in the eyes after the inappropriate way I had brought up the topic.  Nelson had a smile on.

“It’s OK.  Don’t be shy,” Nelson said.  “Truth is, I didn’t know if you wanted more or that one time was too emotional for you.  I didn’t know if you were ready for more.”

Silence. We just looked each other in the eyes for another 5 minutes.  I didn’t have words to express what was going on in my mind.  Words were always Nelson’s strong side.  But even he was being silent.

“Do you want a blowjob?” he asked again.

I nodded yes.

I was petrified with myself.  What kind of behavior was that, coming over to your best friend’s apartment and asking him to blow you?!?  I was just little vanilla Guillaume, not the cocky straight guy taking advantage of his gay best friend’s mouth. But, truth be told, it was all his idea to begin with.

Nelson broke the silence again. “I’m glad you asked.  We hadn’t talked about it, and I wasn’t sure if you wanted to repeat it or not. I wasn’t sure if what we did was really your cup of tea or not.  Me, I would love to have you as my blowjob buddy.  But I know you’re straight and I didn’t want to force myself on you.  Like I said before, my friendship with you is so much more important than all the blowjobs in the world.  But if we can have friendship AND blowjobs, then that would be perfect with me.  It’s called friends with benefits.”

I wasn’t sure where to go from there.  Nelson was on one of his babbling modes.  I’m glad he stopped talking though, because my cock had heard that it was about to get blown again and it was getting hard in my pants.

Nelson leaned over and approached me.  It was about to happen.  I was gonna get another fantastic blowjob.  All for asking, simple as that!  As much as I was totally into this, I was frozen.  Nelson wasn’t.  He took charge.  He knew what he had to. 

He didn’t go for the whole massaging my cock from the outside like the first time.  He went straight for the button and zipper of my pants.  He undid the front of my pants, and my package in my underwear popped out.  My massive hard-on needed to be released from its confines, one layer at time. 

Nelson then shifted and sat on the floor in front of me in between my legs.  Skillfully and with a determined purpose, he slid my pants from under my ass, down my thighs, and off of my ankles.  My cock was still bulging inside my underwear.  And that’s where he went next.  He inserted his fingers under the waistband and in a déjà vu move slid my underwear off from under my ass all the way down until it was off of me.  I was naked with a boner in front of Nelson sitting on the floor in front of me.

What he did next I did not see coming.  He lifted my legs and placed the undersurface of my knees on top of his shoulder.  With that, he dug right in and took all 8 inches of me inside his mouth all at once. I was in again.  I was inside Nelson.  I could only imagine what an awesome blowjob I was about to get. 

With my legs draped over his shoulders, he dug his whole face into my crotch, and he surrounded himself by my flesh in all directions.  His forehead was hitting my six pack, his mouth was locked in on my cock, and the inner sides of my thighs were hugging his cheeks.  My knees were over his shoulder, and my feet crisscrossed behind his back. With his left arm he reached underneath and grabbed my balls as an anchor to further push his face as deep as he could go. And he could go deep.  He could take all 8 inches of me with no gag reflex.  He was a pro. Nelson’s mouth was a perfect fit for the size and shape of my cock. Nobody else had ever swallowed my entire massive cock without gagging.

And then the fun started.  I don’t know what magic tricks he was pulling down there.  Somewhere between the tightness of his lips, the motion of his tongue, the muscles of throat, and the suction of his lungs, he was devouring my cock.  I thought at any moment he would detach it and choke on it.  But he didn’t.  He expertly worked that cock like the professional cocksucker that he was.  I never knew anyone could work a cock so well.

I wanted to reach out with my hands and caress his shoulders as he was blowing me.  But that would be too gay.  I wanted to run my fingers through his hair as a sign of appreciation, but that would be too gay.  I wanted to reach over and kiss at least the top of his head as he was sucking me so well.  But that would be too gay too.  What we were doing there was strictly transactional.  We were not making love, we were just having sex.  I was always tender and loving when it came to having sex, but this was not the place for that.  Nelson was not the person for that.  I was straight, he was gay.  What we were doing was strictly pleasure, not love. 

Despite all these hold backs, I was in heaven. My entire crotch was on fire from so many nerve fibers being awakened all at once.  I was just laying there getting sucked, but my heart rate had shot up so high.  I was breaking into a sweat.  Nelson was getting all worked up too.  He was moaning louder than me, yet it was me who was being blown. Leave it to Nelson to enjoy giving a blowjob even more than the person getting that awesome blowjob.

I looked at Nelson in between my legs, munching on my cock.  I just couldn’t believe how things had turned out.  The most trusting and beautiful friendship of my life had turned into a friends with benefits situation.  With a guy.  Never in my life would I think I would ever do such a thing.  I was vanilla Guillaume.  This kind of thing was way beyond my comfort zone.  But here I was, enjoying every single moment of this new person that I had become. 

Nelson really stepped up the game on my cock just when I thought the suction in his mouth could not get any stronger.  I was going to cum. He had already told me last time he wanted me to cum in his mouth.  And I did just that.  But I did give him a fair warning “I’m gonna cum” before I did so.  And I came.  Up my shaft, down into the deepest part of his throat.  Not missing a beat, Nelson directed all that hot jizz directly down his foodpipe into his stomach.  Not a single drop of fresh hot cum was wasted.  My sperm was his dessert. 

When he had swallowed all of what I had to give him, he peeled his face off of my crotch and leaned back.  We were both panting, me from cumming and him from sucking me dry. He leaned back and stared me in the eyes, with my exhausted cock now halfway between his face and mine. I don’t know if his grin of satisfaction was more pronounced or mine. We were both giddy with that climax.  We had done good. I might have been a bit nervous that first time, but this second time I was able to thoroughly enjoy every second of the act. 

Just then I noticed the bulge in Nelson’s home shorts. The dude was still hard.

“I’m gonna go take care of myself.  I’ll be back in a few.”

Nelson got up and went into his bedroom.  I heard the same moaning that I had become accustomed to from all this time living next to him.  This time I could hear what seemed like porn coming off a phone.  He was watching porn as he was stroking himself. 

I felt really bad he had to go do it in private.  I felt bad he could service me, but I had no way to reciprocate.  I mean, I could reciprocate by blowing him, but that was waaaaaaaaay not the deal.  We had gotten into this arrangement fully knowing I was straight and that Nelson liked blowing guys more than anything else.  The rules were clear.  Yet I felt bad that this meant I could cum down his throat, but he felt like he needed to jerk himself off in private just to not gay it up too much in front of me.

I could hear him climax.  He emerged from his bedroom all naked after he had finished himself off.  He went to the kitchen and got us two glasses of red wine.  He joined me on the sofa, naked this time.  I was still naked from the waist down.  We sat there and sipped on our wines, with both our cocks out.  We didn’t talk at all about what we had just done.  The two of us sitting with our dicks hanging out was the only sign that something had even happened. 

The next few days were normal interactions again between Nelson and me.  Commute to work, go to gym, dinner, and couple of night off so I could date Rebecca and he could summon someone over Grindr or Scruff or whatever.  Not a single word about our escapades, or if it were ever going to happen again. I was still very new to this.

The following Friday night, the usual crew came over to Nelson’s apartment for RuPaul and giggles and dinner.  After everyone left, Nelson and I started cleaning off all the plates and food containers.

At some point, completely randomly out of nowhere, he came from the side and grabbed my cock from the outside of my shorts.

“Want a blowjob?” he asked.  He wasn’t being sensual or sexy.  He asked me that as casually as one would ask if I wanted a glass of wine or a something simple like that.  It was definitely more transactional.  Except this time it was him who had initiated it. Our second encounter had given him the confidence that in fact I had enjoyed the interaction and that I would want more blowjobs in the future.  He had allowed himself to ask me whenever he felt like blowing me.

Me, I kinda blushed.  As the straight man with thus far exclusive experience with straight women, I had always been the one initiating sex.  Women, or at least the ones I had been with, rarely like to admit they want it.  They always want to be chased after.  And even then it’s always a mental calculation before they go for it.  And here, Nelson was treating me like I was a piece of meat.  There was something fun and taboo about it, being chased after rather than chasing someone.  Being the subject of someone else’s advances rather than me always making those advances.  There was something kinky about that role reversal.

Of course I said yes.  Nelson grabbed my hand and led me to his bed.  Normally, holding the hand of another man would be pretty gay, but being that he was about to blow me in a very transactional way, I thought that was OK to have him hold my hand.  That was our own little secret. 

When we got to his bed he quickly stripped all my clothes off and threw me against my back on his mattress.  He took off his shirt but kept his shorts on.  He climbed on top of me and without any pump or circumstance, shoved my very erect and ready cock down his throat.  I had become familiar with his throat so fast.  And this third time, Nelson’s throat did not disappoint. 

I was laying there like a starfish, with legs wide open and arms to the side.  At the very center of my body was my boner, becoming very familiar with every muscle of Nelson’s throat. It was only our third time, but I was getting to be very comfortable with this situation. I guess all this new level of comfort made me last not that long this time.  In maybe less than 5 minutes, I was ready to go.  I was gonna shoot.  I gave him the polite note that I was about to cum, and I did.  Once again, all my swimmers left my body to find their forever home in Nelson’s diet.  He swallowed all of me.  I gave him all I had.  There was so much of my DNA mixing in with his body.

He peeled himself off of me. 

“I need to release a quick one, I’ll be back,” Nelson said as he went into his bathroom to jerk himself off. 

This was not right.  He shouldn’t feel that he needed to go jerk off and cum in private when every time I was cumming in his throat.  It was not fair that I got to cum in his mouth, but he thought he needed to not offend me with the gay shit by going to a different room to cum.

He was in the bathroom jerking off. I got off the bed.  I walked over to bathroom.  He had stripped all naked in the meantime.  He was standing in front of the toilet, jerking himself off facing away from the door.  He didn’t initially see me coming. But when I took the next step in, one of the floor boards squeaked a bit and he became aware of me.

He wasn’t expecting me there.  It seemed that he was a bit startled and he stopped jerking off even though he was still holding his cock.  He turned his head to look at me, a bit surprised to see me there.

“What are you doing here?  Do you need to pee?” he asked.

“No, I just thought you shouldn’t do this all alone.”

“What?” he was puzzled.

“With everything we’ve done, I don’t mind seeing you jerk off.  You don’t need to hide it.”

“You want to see me jerk off?”

Oh, sometimes he could be so dense.

“No, that’s not what I said.  I said that if you need to jerk off, you can do it in front of me.  You don’t need to be shy or hide it.  We’re way past that point now.”

“Okay,” he replied.  But he didn’t take any further action.  He just stood there, dick in hand, head turned back to look at me.  No action was taken.

Finally I needed to take control, as he was frozen.  Nelson never gets frozen with words; he always has verbal diarrhea.  But sometimes his hesitations can physically slow him down. I walked up into the bathroom and stood next time.  I raised my one arm and rested it on his far shoulder.  I made sure our hips were not touching, because that would be too gay.  We were both naked, and he was still just standing there holding his dick in his hand.

“Carry on,” I told him, standing next to him.

“Are you sure this is OK with you?”

“It is 100% OK with me.”

Very hesitantly he started stroking his dick again.  The poor guy felt very exposed.  He had no problems shoving my dick in his throat and sucking me until I had nothing left in me.  But when it came to his dick and his sexual pleasure in front of me, he was being very reserved.

“You’re OK?” he asked.  He was checking in with me even in the middle of all this.  He was checking in with me in the middle of jerking off.  My emotional well-being, in the middle of all this gay shit, was more of a priority to him that jerking himself off.  You gotta love that about Nelson.

He slowly picked up the pace.  As he did, he stopped looking at me and focused on the task at hand, in his hands.  Truth is, I don’t remember if I ever saw his erect dick.  I had seen him naked a whole bunch of times in the gym locker room.  And last time he had joined me with pantless glasses of wine after our blowjob.  But if I’m not wrong, this was the first time I had seen his boner not concealed under his underwear.  He had an impressive 7 incher.  There is this other myth about Asian guys being not well endowed.  But Nelson was proving them wrong.  His member was big and impressive.  Good for him, although I think as a bottom it was not as much of an issue for him.

After a while, Nelson was able to let loose.  He stopped obsessing about me being there next to him.  I was still holding on to his shoulder in support.  He had closed his eyes and was in some other dimension fantasizing about something or another pleasuring himself.  I knew that that final tilt of his head was a sign that a climax was about to happen.  His cock shot quite a few loads of hot Nelson essence directly into the toilet bowl in front of him.  He body convulsed and his knees buckled a bit.

Come to think of it, this was the first time I had seen another man cum.  In all my high school and college shenanigans, I was never involved in any circle jerk situation.  Yes, I had seen guys climax in straight porn, but never in real life.  Huh, that was my first time. 

No, wait, I take it back.  There was that one time a few weeks ago that this guy basically assaulted me in the steam room and blew me.  Yes, I guess I was a bit complicit myself.  But he did have an erection, and he did cum there with me.  Yes, I had seen that, but I was trying to block that from my memory.

There was something different about seeing a man climax vs a woman.  With a woman, there is no external organ you can grab on.  With a woman, there is no massive amounts of cum gushing out as evidence of their pleasure.  Sure, there is the other urban myth about some women who are gushers, but I have never been with one.  You just kinda have to trust that the woman came and you take her word for it.  With a man, there is very obvious physical evidence.  There was something carnal about seeing all that cum shoot out of a dick.  Yes, I had jerked myself off a million times and had to see my own dick shoot cum.  But my dick is my own dick.  Nobody thinks of their own dick as something new and magical. Nelson’s dick cumming was definitely something new for me. I’m glad I experienced that with him.  I’m glad I walked in on him and we shared that moment.

After that we both went back to Nelson’s bed.  We were both naked.  This time it was me who got us two glasses of red wine.  We just sat naked on his bed and drank our wine as we gossiped about work and some of the people from his Friday night crew.  Yes, there was something very casual about me a straight guy in the bed of a gay guy, both naked after having sexual intercourse, just naked and talking about anything except sex. 

On my way out, Nelson managed to say: “Thank you for tonight,”

It was him who had blown me, yet he was thanking me for the experience.  Or maybe he was thanking me for making him feel comfortable in his own home so he could jerk off without having to hide.  We did have a meaningful night that night.

“Are you OK?” I asked him.  This time it was me checking in with him.  With this bizarre sexual thing we had developed, I had finally treated him like a fellow human being rather than just a mouth.  I acknowledged that he too needed to climax.  I allowed him to be open with his sexuality, not just his mouth, in front of me. 

Sunday night the weather was horrible with rain and winds.  I went over to Nelson’s apartment to play video games.  He was not doing well at all that night.  I kept beating his ass in every game. With every loss he was getting more frustrated.  Finally he snapped after yet another loss.

“That’s it, I had enough of this shit. I’m going for my dessert,” he declared.

Very ceremoniously he smacked his video game controller on the coffee table, took away my controller and tossed it on the floor, and pushed my upper body on the sofa until I was flat on my back. Without as much as an invitation or checking in, he went for the goods.  He just helped himself to undo my jeans button and zipper and took off the jeans and my underwear in one motion.  On the one hand I was giggling with all these theatrics.  On the other hand I was aroused beyond belief.  He was attacking me like a piece of meat and this time I was all in.  I was loving it.  All of it. 

Predictably his whole head landed on my cock.  Somewhere between laughing out loud and the surprise of it all, I did manage to get a boner to satisfy his throat.  I couldn’t disappoint him. If he was so thirsty for my cock, the least I could do was to give him a stiff rod to work on.

Ooooooh, that mouth of his!  There was something magical about his mouth.  Whatever reservations I might have had initially against what we were doing, the pleasures he was bringing me totally erased all of them.  I was all in with Nelson and his mouth. His mouth was the best thing that ever happened to my cock. Holy fuck!  Those muscles, that suction force, he was sucking the very essence out of me and making me see stars.

But wait, this was not quite right. I had to make it right. 

“Wait!” I said.

Nelson let go of my cock and looked up.  He had a sudden look of dread on his face.  Maybe he thought I was not into this anymore.  Maybe he thought I didn’t want to do it anymore.  That was not the gist of my intentions.

“I want you to pleasure yourself as you take care of me,” I said. “I want you to jerk yourself off here, with me present, rather than doing it afterward in the bathroom or some other place.  Take out your dick and do it as you suck me.” It’s not that I needed to see him jerk off, I just wanted him to be as much as an equal partner in this even though I was not going to suck his dick to reciprocate.

That look of dread on his face did not improve.  Yes, I was not putting an end to it.  Quite the opposite, I was engaging him.  He had not seen that coming.  That was not what he planned.  Even though he was a whore otherwise, he was being very shy in front of me when it came to his own sexual satisfaction.  Sucking me was fine, but exposing himself and pleasuring himself in front of me was a bigger issue for him.

“Please, I want you to be in on this.  I want you to enjoy this as much as you can,” I pleaded with him. 

Hesitantly he got up and stood on his knees on the sofa.  Very shyly, he started undoing his pants.  As soon as he opened his zipper, I could see his boner in his pink underwear ready for action.  It was ready to pop out. Nervously, he took off his pants first.  He looked at me, looked at his boner under the pink fabric, and he knew what he needed to do.  He lowered his underwear gently and took it off.  At the gym we had gotten changed in front of each other without thinking anything of it.  Here he was much more cautious with the mood of the evening.  He was very cognizant of not making it too gay in front of me. 

He knew it was not about just whipping it out.  I wanted him to pleasure himself.  Not for me, but for him.  But I was making sure he was doing it.  He grabbed his cock with his hand and started stroking himself.  His mind was being shy, but his dick was ready for attention.  He had done this before, but now he was doing it in front of me.

When he got the rhythm right, he bent over and put my cock in his mouth again. That was his comfort zone, cock in mouth.  He started munching on me while stroking himself down below.  I was sure he had done this exact pose with all his countless hook ups a million times, but it was the first time he was doing it with his straight best friend. 

I really wanted to grab his head and run my fingers through his hair as he was devouring me.  But this blowjob was purely transactional.  There was no room for tenderness or emotions in this.  I had to keep my hands to myself.

Instead, I started pumping my pelvis into his mouth.  If I couldn’t grab his head, at least I could hump his face.  He got the idea that I wanted to hump and then let me take over the action.  All the negative suction in his throat drew my cock in, while I used my pelvis to fuck his throat. 

Well, all this was too much.  Face fucking him like that, knowing that he was also pleasuring himself down below, I was gonna cum.  I rammed my pelvis one last time down his throat and with no advanced warning I released gobs of fresh man juice down his throat.  My cock had gotten used to unloading itself down Nelson’s throat more and more recently.  It was the best place for my cock.

Nelson drank it all.  His throat sucked all of my fresh cum down into his stomach until it was all gone.  Only after he had satisfied himself, and I was fully drained, he let go of my cock and stood up on his knees again.  It was then that I saw his dick in his hand, dripping with cum that he had shot at some point during this whole interaction.  I was so absorbed in my own cumming that I did not notice him cumming at some point as well.  But the evidence was there: dripping from his cock, on his hand, and staining his sofa.  We both had cum.

Wow, what a night!

The next week was pretty routine for us.  I had one more date with Rebecca, and Nelson had at least the one Grindr hook up that I heard.  No funny business between us.  That Friday morning was our flight to Madrid.  That was the vacation we had planned a while ago, before he had started blowing me.

We checked into the Axel Hotel.  It was a decent hotel.  It looked like any other average 4-star hotel. Although it was marketed for gay clientele, there was nothing too different about it except for the drag show they were advertising for later that night. 

That first night we were exhausted from travel.  We had a quick dinner around the corner and hit the bed early.  The next day we did all the mandatory touristy areas on the west side of town: Palacio Real, Catedral de Santa María, and Royal Basilica of Saint Francis the Great.  In the afternoon we went to check out the Retiro neighborhood and all the eclectic shops.  After we dropped off our shopping bags back home, we went to the gay neighborhood of Chueca.  Nelson really wanted to check it out. I didn’t mind being the wing man.  We ate at some random restaurant.  Then we hit some of the gay bars Nelson wanted to visit.  I was getting as many looks as Nelson was, even though I was there just to accompany him.  We didn’t really talk to anyone there.  I wasn’t looking to hook up, and Nelson didn’t seem to make any connection. Maybe being there with me, they assumed I was his boyfriend and maybe that’s why he was not making any progress chatting up the local Spaniards. 

By 11ish we went back to our hotel.  They had given us adjacent hotel rooms.  Just when we were about to go into our respective rooms, Nelson let me know of his plans.

“Um, I think I might want to go check this bathhouse Sauna Paraíso.  Just wanted to let you know in case you came knocking on my door for whatever reason and I wasn’t home.”

“Oh, have fun there.  All good, I’ll see you tomorrow 9 o’clock for breakfast?” I replied.

“Um, I know it’s not your thing, but did you want to come with me?  I mean, now that you’re no stranger to my side of things…”

“Yeah, not my thing.  What you and I are doing is our little thing.  It’s an extension of our friendship.  I don’t know about other random guys.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Nelson said.  “I just wanted you to know you’re invited, if in fact wanted to come.”

“You go ahead and have fun.”

We went inside our respective rooms.  I had no business being bothered or even remotely jealous of Nelson wanting to go to this gay orgy or whatever that was.  We were just best friends.  Friends with benefits, but still, just friends.  Neither one of us had any claims on the other one.  What we were doing was out little secret, but it was just for fun. I really did hope that one day Nelson would find love and settle down. But for now, he was just a little whore who needed his holes filled with men.  I was fine with that.  I was glad I got to fill one of those holes every once in a while.

I spent a half hour doomsday scrolling on social media and it was eventually bedtime. When I got into bed, well, I was horny.  You can’t blame the guy for being horny.  I knew Nelson was at the orgy getting railed.  At the minimum I could jerk off all on my own.  The last time Nelson blew me was a few days ago.  And all this secret blowjob business was getting me more and more horny recently.

I got naked and crawled into my bed.  I was going to jerk off all alone in a gay hotel.  My best friend, my best cocksucker, was off at a sex party.  I was gonna have a solo party. My cock was ready even before I touched myself.  My hormones rushed into my cock and my stiff erection was ready for its due attention.  Except that my cock did not know it was not going to be met with Nelson’s mouth.  Nope, Nelson’s mouth was at the sauna servicing who knows how many other cocks.  My own cock was only going to get my right hand that night.

I had images of Nelson all naked at that place. I could see swarms of men trying to get fresh with him.  I could see his exotic looks being a major draw.  He had a beefy masculine physique, wrapped with a delicate feminine porcelain skin with hardly any hair. He exuded both feminine and masculine energy all at the same time.  I could see someone trying to fuck him while someone else was getting blown by him.  I could see guys shooting their loads on him, in him.  I could see him going from guy to guy, filling both holes with as much cum as he could.  I could see him absorbing all that Spaniard jizz into his Asian body.

Man, I was drowning in images of Nelson being a total slut, and that was what was turning me on.  That’s what I was using to jack myself off.  I had precum dripping on my belly.  I knew it would be only a few more strokes before I came.  I was getting there, thinking about Nelson’s sexcapades at a sex party.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.  Shit.  Did I wake up the neighbors?  Was I moaning too loud? Or was this some crazy ritual at the gay hotel for people to knock and try to come and have sex with you?

“Who is it?” I asked, still naked and holding my dick.

“It’s Nelson.  Can I come in?”

“Oh, wait a sec.”

Shit!  What the fuck?  That was the last person I was expecting. I thought he was off to the sauna thing. Did he not go? Did something happen?  I had to go open the door.  But I was naked with a raging boner.  Now, he had been sucking me off on a regular basis, so it’s nothing he had not seen (and tasted) before.  But I was still shy to have him find me jerking off in private.  I quickly put on my black bikini underwear and tucked in my erection.  I was hoping that the darkness of the night would hide what I was doing.  I did not turn the room lights on; there was just enough ambient light from outside to see what was going on.

I opened the door.

“You OK?” I asked.

“Yeah, can I come in?  Were you sleeping already?”

True form to Nelson, he did not wait neither for the answer nor for an invitation to actually come in. He just walked and closed the door behind him.  At least it didn’t look like something bad had happened.  Phew!

“Did you go to your party, the sex thing?” I asked.

“Yeah, and I left.  I was not getting the vibes.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“In theory all these Spanish men are always so hot on TV and in the movies.  But I didn’t find anyone that interested me in the sauna. So I left.”

There was a little silence.

“The thing is though,” he continued after that brief pause, “that I’m still horny.  I had gone there with the best intentions of sampling the local men and I left with blue balls.  So normally I would just go back to my room and bust a nut and call it a night.  But since I got you here, and we’re fuck buddies, and I hope you were not sleeping already, I thought maybe I come here and blow you instead of jerking off alone and then everyone is happy. Is that cool?  Can I blow you?  I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

Nelson was on one of his rambling moods.  Yes, I was horny too and little did he know I was in the middle of jerking off thinking about him when he knocked on the door.  But even more important than that, rather than hear Nelson ramble on and on, the best way to get him to be quiet was to shove a dick in his mouth.  Babies get pacifiers to shut up, Nelson gets dick. As simple as that.

“Well, if I must…” I said with a comedic and rhetorical tone.  Of course I could use a blowjob on demand.  Who couldn’t?  This friends with benefits thing was the best thing that ever happened. 

I hopped into bed, took off my underwear and tossed it as far as I could, and just sat there eagerly like a little boy who was about to be served his favorite bowl of ice cream.  Nelson’s eyes shot straight for my erect cock, and I could see he was already starting to lick his lips.  He proceeded to get naked before joining me, never losing eye contact with my cock, his favorite dessert. When he was fully naked, he hopped on the bed on all fours very theatrically.  We were best friends and we could joke around like that anytime we wanted.  He made faces as though he was a hungry lion about to attack his prey.  The whole thing was funny and sexy all at the same time.  He even made a growling sound one time.  I had to stop myself from cracking up in laughter.

Yes, his lips eventually met the object of his desire.  Once again my cock was deep, way deep, inside Nelson’s mouth.  It just astounded me that something so unconventional like this, this friends with benefits arrangement we had between a straight man and his gay best friend, felt so natural and so good.  I pity those other guys who don’t have this kind of a friend. 

Wow, Nelson was hungry.  He had devoured my cock in the past a few times.  But this time he was so much more intense.  I guess coming back from a sex party with blue balls made him even more horny than other times.  He reached under my thighs with his hands to lift my legs up, so that he could cup my asscheeks with his hands.  He used the force of his hands to squeeze my glutes, and to push my pelvis up toward his mouth.  Truth be told, he had never touched me there.  That felt a bit more intimate.  For whatever reason putting my cock in his mouth could be transactional, but cupping my asscheeks was a bit more cozy than casual sex. Nobody had every cupped my ass before.

Nelson was munching on my cock, while squeezing my asscheeks.  He then started kneading my glutes, massaging me from behind, as he milked my cock.  I could feel all the precum escape my shaft and go down his throat. 

He then let go of his right hand on my ass.  He reached below and started stroking himself. That, I loved.  Yes, I wanted him to feel pleasure at the same time he was giving me pleasure. Yes, that’s how it should be, both our cocks getting love from Nelson at the same time. 

I looked sideways so I could see him stroke himself. Not that I was sexually interested in that, but it gave me even more pleasure to see Nelson at ease like that.  He had a nice-sized straight shaft, he was cut, and his pubic hair was very trim and neat.  I never saw any hair on his balls. For a man’s crotch, his package was always very tidy. 

Somehow all this sight of Nelson’s own dick being stroked in front of me, that was the breaking point for me to climax.  I looked below at his cock getting love, and then started shooting my load.  I didn’t give Nelson any advanced warning.  I had learned that he was good at my surprise shots down his throat. 

Nelson’s moans got even louder as soon as he started feeling my jizz in his mouth.  And like magic, a firework of cum started shooting out of his own cock.  He stroked himself and shot a load of hot Nelson swimmers on the bed cover.  I had never fixated on how someone else’s cumshot would look in real time.  This was the first time I was studying it like a biology class.  It was magnificent.  I gave me such joy to see Nelson cum with me. I just loved him as my best friend.

After Nelson slurped the last drop of cum out of me, he collapsed on the pillow next to me.  Whew, that was great.  Just 20 minutes ago I was fantasizing about Nelson in a bathhouse getting fucked by strangers, and then moments later the horniest version of him yet was sucking me off in my bed in real life.  Life was good.  I must have done something good in a previous life. 

We both just laid there looking at the ceiling. We both had a huge grin our faces.  Life was really good. 

“Thanks buddy, I really needed that,” Nelson said.  Silence was his enemy.

“Oh, no, I needed that,” I replied.  I didn’t know if it was appropriate to tell him I was fantasizing about him right before he knocked on my door. 

“No, I needed it,” he replied.

“No, I did”

“I did.”

“Me, I needed it!”

Somehow I thought it was appropriate to tickle him in on his side with all this banter going on.  Little did I know how ticklish he was on the side of his belly, the area right near his cum gutters.  He squirmed like a little girl with a loud laughter and his whole body went into a convulsion of the giggles.  This only made me turn sideways even more and tickle him even more on both sides now that I had found his weak spot. He was belly laughing, and I felt so awesome having found what made him so sensitive.  I tickled him and he just melted in my hands like a weakling with no strength. It was such a delight seeing him laugh and squirm like that.

Somehow, with both my hands reaching for his ticklish spots and him wiggling about, the back of my right hand accidentally brushed his cock.  It was like a split second.  I think he was in such a laughing state of being tickled that he did not notice it.  It was really a split second, and it was the back of my hand.  I mean, you could have totally missed that it happened.  But it did.  My hand touch his cock by accident.

Listen, you play with fire, you might get burnt.  You bring in a naked gay man into your bed, you might touch his dick by accident.  But I never intended for that to happen.  It was an accident.  His dick was off limits.  His dick was his own private business.  He didn’t notice it.  I barely noticed it myself.  This was not the time to freak out or make things awkward.  I brushed it off and continued on. We were done with our tickle session by then.

We went back to just laying there next to each other and looking at the ceiling.  There was something very serene about being with Nelson.  Especially now that we were so comfortable with each other even being naked and being fuck buddies.  He made me feel calm, happy, peaceful.  He was kind, nurturing, and fun all at the same time. 

After a few minutes Nelson broke the silence. 

“I should be going back to my room,” Nelson said. He sat up in the bed.  He then got up and went to where he had thrown all his clothes before he joined me in the bed.  He picked up his underwear to put it on.

Just then a little sadness came over me.  I just had such a magnificent time with Nelson.  He came into my room, blew me, we had a tickle session, and I was just so happy he was there.  He made me feel whole.  He was by far the best thing that had happened to me from a friendship perspective. 

“You… You don’t have to leave…” I said.

Nelson looked up, a bit surprised.  He kinda froze in what he was doing.

“You could stay here if you want to. It’s a hotel room, it’s not my private space anyways.”  I was trying to rationalize why I wanted him to stay the night.  After what we just experienced, I didn’t want to be alone. 

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure, come back.”  I pointed to the spot in my bed where he was just laying down. 

He dropped his clothes and joined me again in the bed.  Once he was in, on his side of the bed, I covered the both of us with the blanket.  He was going to spend the night.  I was so happy. 

In the morning we woke up with the alarm I had previously set.  The room was extra hot and the cover was off both of us.  As soon as I opened my eyes I remembered Nelson was there.  We looked each other in the eyes.  A little smile took over my face. 

He stole a glance at my crotch.  I had the hugest morning wood on display. I saw him checking me out.  Usually straight guys would be offended if a gay guy checked their morning wood. But for us, where we were in our friendship, it was a huge compliment.

“You’re up for a repeat?” Nelson asked, pointing at my cock.

Why not, what the fuck, why not?  I had just woken up and was too groggy to think right.  But if Nelson wanted to blow me again first thing in the morning, who was I to say no?!?

“Sure, knock yourself out!” I replied with a grin. When I had asked him to stay over last night, it was strictly for the company.  I had no ulterior motives.  But if that was the fruit of a sleepover, then I was game.

I laid back straight on my back.  I put both hands behind my head and let him have as much access to my goods as he wanted.  Yup, Nelson was game.  He did not hesitate.  His mouth was on my crotch in like a split second.  It was amazing how much that guy loved cock. I must have had the hugest grin on my face. 

This was by far the best way to wake up.  An eager mouth on your morning wood, your first reward for a good day.  And Nelson did not disappoint. Initially he was on top of me, blowing me with all his weight on top. After a few minutes he flipped to lay sideways next to me.  His legs were wide open.  But instead of grabbing his cock, his free left hand reached beyond his crotch, over his taint, into the crack of his butt.  I could see from my vantage point that he was fingering himself down there. 

He then paused the blowjob for just a second, spat on his left hand, and this time he reached from behind his back to reach his asshole with that wad of spit. His mouth went back to my cock, but I could see his lubricated fingers penetrate his ass. Holy cow.  I had never seen that before.  Instead of jerking off, he was pleasuring himself by fingerfucking himself.  All the time while not missing a beat and blowing me like a champ.  I was amazed how he could multitask like that. 

Truth is, I never witnessed ass penetration in any form.  Not with a finger and not with anything else.  He was effortlessly pushing his fingers up his ass as if it was the most natural thing.  His dick was flopping in mid-air, and it bounced every time he shoved his fingers deeper in his ass.  Holy fuck, I had never seen that.  I was seeing all this from up above, but I could only imagine what it looked like actually seeing his hole and how his fingers just disappeared up there. 

This time it was him who came first.  While he was finger fucking himself, without touching his cock, gobs of hot cum started pumping out of him.  Holy fuck! I also never knew a dick can shoot out cum without being touched.  I guess all that anal stimulation was enough to make him climax.  I would never know that feeling, but Nelson was proof it could be done. Fuck! I was ready too.  This new sight drove me to climax too.  I couldn’t disappoint Nelson after all.  He needed his morning dose of Guillaume cum in him to get him going.  And I was glad to oblige.  I put some cum in him in exchange for the cum that had squirted out of him.  We were even.

That day we did some of the mandatory sights on the east side of Madrid. More touristy rather than historic.  Before we went back into our rooms to drop off all the shopping bags and get ready for dinner, Nelson told me he felt puckish again.  I went into his room and he blew me again just inside the door of his room.  I’m sure that was not the first time such blowjobs were happening in this gay hotel.

After dinner and drinks at a local bar, it was time to go back and get some sleep.  He was standing by his door as we both got our keys out to go into our respective rooms.

“Um, no ulterior motives, but do you wanna sleep over again?” I asked with a rather shy tone.

He looked at me and a giant grin took over his face.  His grin made me grin as well.  That was a yes.

“Sure, lemme brush my teeth and I’ll be over in a couple,” he replied.

“I’ll leave the door open,” I indicated.

I peed and brushed my teeth as well. I got naked and got into bed.  Where we were in our friendship, there was no point in modesty any more.  There was nothing to hide.

A few minutes later he walked into my room.  He was wearing his signature pink G-string underwear and nothing more.  I guess in the kind of hotel we were, that would not be uncommon.  When he approached the bed, he took that last little bit of fabric off and joined me naked in bed.  As promised, there were not ulterior motives.  He was not there to blow me.  He was there because I appreciated his company.  Life was good. 

We looked at each other in silence for a little while.  Silence was not Nelson’s strong point.  I’m sure he was bursting to say something or do something. Instead, he joined me in silence as we looked each other in the eyes for a while.  I was very content with him being there.  I could see in his eyes that the sense of contentment was reciprocal.

That morning we woke up with my alarm clock again.  And again, no ulterior motives.  I didn’t expect him to blow me, and he didn’t offer.  I was just fine having him there with me.  I got up and made us matching morning coffees with the in-room Nespresso.  We enjoyed the silence as we sipped coffees.

Nelson broke the silence.

“You’re such a good travel buddy,” Nelson offered. He couldn’t keep quiet if his life depended on it.  “Every time I go on a vacation with all these gay guys, there is so much drama.  Who was looking at whom, who stole which guy from whom, who was talking shit about which other queen.  With you, I can just relax and enjoy.  Plus I’m getting dick without having to look for it.  It’s just there for the having. Thanks buddy.”

“Umm, thank you,” I replied.  “Truth is, you are so much easier to travel with, or even hang out with, than all these chicks I dated.  With women there is just as much drama as your gay buddies you’re describing.  There is always micro-calculations what you did or what you said.  Straight men need to be sainted for the things they have to do to deal with their girlfriends and wives.  They’re all so complicated.”

“Chin-chin,” he said, raising his cup of coffee toward me.

“Chin-chin,” I said and raised my cup of coffee to meet his in midair.

We explored the upscale Salamanca district that day.  Nelson went a bit crazy with his luxury goods shopping. The guy was a label whore.  That evening, once again I got blown before dinner.  A quickie but a nice one. 

After our nightly drinks, we were walking in the hotel hallway in the direction of our adjacent rooms. 

“Care for another sleepover?” I asked.  I had gotten used to having him over my hotel room.

He looked at me and with a huge grin nodded yes.  After his nightly routine he walked into my room once again with just his underwear.  He took it off and joined me in my bed.  I reached over and brought up the blanket to cover both of us.  I just looked at him in silence laying there.  Part of me wanted to reach out and touch him on his shoulder or someplace safe to show him how much I appreciated him.  But we were not in a relationship.  We were just friends.  Friends with benefits, but still just friends.  Any emotional entanglement was not part of our deal.  I wanted to give him a caress, but I had to control myself.  Just knowing that he was there next to me was the contentment I could show. 

The next morning, Nelson woke up before the alarm and attacked my cock.  There was only so much the boy could handle being naked next to my morning wood without claiming it.  He repeated the whole spitting on his left hand and penetrating himself from behind in lieu of jerking himself off as he sucked my cock laying sideways.  I remembered how that made him cum without touching himself.  As I anticipated him shooting his load any minute, I climaxed first.  And right on cue, his cock also started unloading his morning jizz all over the place.  This time his pelvis also had a rhythmic thrusts, making the cum spray all over. 

Well, a few drops of his cum landed on my thigh that was nearest to him. Holy cow.  All these other times Nelson had cum, none of it ever touched me, and he was always good about cleaning things up right away.  This was the first time his cum sprayed me directly.  To be fair, he had swallowed my cum so many times already I couldn’t even count any more. But his cum had never touched me. 

Guillaume, I told myself, this was not the time to freak out.  It was bound to happen.  It was the first time another guy’s semen ever touched me.  It was bound to happen if I kept this up with Nelson, and that day it did.  I had another man’s cum on me.  This straight boy had a gay man’s cum on him. 

I did my best not to mention it, or make anything of it.  Just like I had brushed off that my hand accidentally touched his cock a couple of nights ago, I brushed this off too.  I told myself I was going to clean myself off later without making a big deal of it.  Surely, I didn’t want Nelson to think he had done something wrong or off limits.  It was not worth making a fuss over. 

When Nelson finally drank the last drop of cum out of my dick, he let go. He looked below and saw what I had seen already moments ago.  He saw his cum all over my thigh.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry I hit you there,” he said in a panic.

Before I knew what he was up to, he bent over and licked all his cum off of my thigh as fast as he could.  Instead of grabbing a tissue or a towel, his first instinct was to swallow it.  Even if it were his own cum.  The dude loved cum and no matter who’s it was, he could not let any of it go to waste. 

Holy cow, I had never seen that either.  Usually Nelson had drank my all my cum directly from my cock.  He never had any spilled anywhere that needed licking.  And all the other times that he came in front of me, it was over a blanket or something and invariably he would use a tissue or towel to wipe it off.  This was the first time that anyone’s cum had landed on any piece of flesh rather than fabric.  And it was Nelson’s first instinct to lick it clean instead of wiping it.

It was also the first time he had put his mouth on any part of body besides my cock.  Our physical contact had always been limited to his mouth on my cock.  He never licked any other part of me.  Our sexual contact was transactional, which meant on his mouth on my cock.  That was our arrangement.  We were not there to enjoy each other’s bodies otherwise.  It was always strictly about the blowjob and nothing else. 

You know, I was so deep into this, and I enjoyed his company so much, and I enjoyed his blowjobs so much, and the whole arrangement was so unorthodox, I was not gonna raise an issue.  It was what it was.  So his cum landed on my thigh, so he licked it off.  If I minded that so much, I should have never been there to begin with.  Shut up and enjoy the moment. 

The next day we did some last sights, and then we had our flight home.  At the airport, we chatted up that we liked this vacation so much, we had to plan our next one already.  After running a few scenarios, who had been where and what’s on our bucket lists, we agreed on Vienna for our next trip.  Nelson had never been there, and I was there as a little boy with my parents.  And Vienna during December is supposed to be magical.  We booked our flights.  Given the sleepover situation this trip, we just booked the one room for both of us. What happened on vacation, stayed on vacation. 

When we got home, we paused for a second by our respective front door entrances as we managed our keys and suitcases.  Neither one of us suggested a sleepover.  We were back to reality.  We were back to our private spaces and our private moments after spending basically every single magical moment of the vacation, day and night and middle of the night, together.  Reality was a different story.

We went to our usual routine.  Here and there I had a date with Rebecca, even though it had become abundantly clear I was not going to get used to her religious lifestyle.  Nelson had a couple of dates that went nowhere.  Invariably he would just use one of the apps to summon a top to fuck the shit out of him.  Otherwise he would blow me usually 3-5 times a week, when either one of us suggested it.  It was an interesting arrangement.

One time as he greeted me outside of my apartment door on our morning commute together, he took a very thirsty look at my crotch.  Even though we were both dressed and ready to go to work, he pushed me inside his apartment and sucked me dry before we got dressed and eventually made it to work.  The whole subway ride we were giggling. 

Another time, also in the morning, he didn’t even bother shoving me inside the apartment before he lowered my pants and blew me right there in the hallway.  The fourth floor was our exclusive domain and nobody ever made it there.  I just had to make sure all our moaning would not be too loud for anyone below us to hear us.

Then there was this time that after working out in the gym and showering off, I was extra horny right there in the locker room.  Just the mere sight of naked Nelson before he got dressed was getting me all horned up. Like a Pavlovian dog, my body had learned that naked Nelson invariably meant a blowjob.  Right there I started developing a boner, and my cock did not care if anyone else saw it. My cock was getting ready for a blowjob.

Nelson must have sensed something peculiar and turned around to see what was up.  As much as he liked to attack me at home, he was still always a gentleman in the locker room. But then he saw my cock all ready for action.  I was busted.  My cock was lusting for Nelson. My cock had seen the subject of its desires.

Nelson began smirking.  I guess he was so proud of himself for having that effect on me.  Now, what to do???  My boner was out and ready to go. Should we go home and take care of it, or do it right there?

“Put your stuff back in the locker, I’ll take care of you in the steam room,” Nelson whispered in my ear. 

I did what he told me.  I wrapped my towel around me and put all the stuff back in the locker.  He did the same.  He grabbed my hand and led me to the steam room.  It was rather unconventional for two guys to walk hand in hand in the locker room, even in our gym where half the guys were gay.  But I let Nelson have his way.  What I did not have the heart to tell him was that this was not going to be the first time I would be getting a blowjob in that steam room. 

When we got to the steam room, there were two other guys already there.  It was very obvious they were getting busy with each other before we got inside.  They quickly wrapped their junk as we stepped in.  Nelson and I went and sat on the far end next to each other.  My boner was still as stiff as you could get it to be.

Without missing a beat, Nelson peeled my towel away and landed his mouth on my cock, right there in front of the two guys.  Seeing this, the other two guys also went back to getting busy with each other.  I was getting a blowjob on this end, and the other two were playing with each other’s dicks. 

Well, that was another first for me.  I had never had public sex.  Nobody had ever seen me having sex except for the one person at a time I was having sex with.  I was never in a group situation.  Nelson and all these gay guys were used to it with all those saunas and sex parties.  Me, I was still that vanilla Guillaume.  Nelson was introducing me to entire new sexcapades. 

Getting inspired by Nelson and me, one of the other two guys on the other side bent over and started blowing his jerk-make.  I went back and forth between checking Nelson on my cock vs the other guy getting blown across from us.  It was so surreal. 

I was totally enjoying this risky behavior.  At any moment someone else could walk into the steam room and we would all get busted.  But for now, all four of us were enjoying being naughty.  Across from me, the guy getting blown wet his one finger with spit and reached out from behind and started fingering the guy blowing him.  I could see his finger disappear into his trick’s ass.  His dick was in one hole, and his fingers were in the other hole. 

A couple of minutes into this, the blower peeled his face off the blowee’s cock and planted his face on the other guy’s face.  They started kissing and making out in front of us.  Nelson was still blowing me, though his head was tilted sideways so he could see the action on the other side.  He was jerking himself off as usual. That steam room had become a den of sin.

I guess that the one guy really liked getting fingered.  He laid back on the bench, lifted his legs up and wrapped his legs around the other guy.  Holy shit, was he going to get fucked right there?  Is this the kind of action that goes on in steam rooms?

The guy who was doing the fingering wet his fingers with spit again and re-inserted two fingers into his willing partner.  With his other hand he reached over and started stroking him as well.  I could just sense all this stimulation getting it on both sides of the pelvis. 

I compared this to Nelson and me.  Presumably these two guys did not know each other like Nelson and I did.  Maybe they met 5 minutes ago.  But they already kissed, sucked, and fingered each other.  Maybe some fucking was going to happen.  They were so comfortable totally touching any part of the other guy’s body.  For Nelson and me, it was just mouth on cock and that’s all.  No kissing, no hugging, no fingering.  Not even a hug before or after.  That was our comfort zone, me being straight and all.  But there was a world of other things that could be explored, some of them physical and some of them emotional. These two strangers were way ahead of us, on account of both of them being gay.  I’m sure they presumed I was gay too getting sucked like this in the steam room.  I wasn’t.  I had an arrangement. 

The first one to come was the guy getting fingered.  While his dick was getting stroked by the other guy, he shot his load out and it landed mostly on his own belly and on the other guy’s hand.  The one doing the stroking then scooped up all that hot cum in his hand and used it as a lubricant to stroke his own dick.  It made a foam around his stiff uncut dick.

He then totally shifted his attention to me.  From across the steam room he locked his gaze with me.  All of a sudden it was about him and me.  He gave me a very knowing nod.  The kind of knowing nod that means: “I’m a top, you’re a top.  I made my bottom cum already.  Now I’m going to stroke myself.  Make your bottom cum and then cum with me as we triumph together.”  There were several things not accurate about that assumption.  I was not gay and therefore technically not a top.  I just had a hanky-panky arrangement with my gay best friend.  Up until now it was our little secret arrangement, but now these two random guys knew about it too.

Shit, how did I get in the middle of this gay group sex activity and now I was expected to perform in a certain way?  The guy was stroking himself for me, with a laser focus on me alone.  Should I take my dick out of Nelson and stroke myself for him? But Nelson was still sucking me down below.  And in all these times Nelson and I had been fuck buddies the only one thing we had done was him sucking me and swallowing my cum.  I never stroked myself in front of him.  I never came on his face or other body part.  I never jerked off in front of him or near him.  I owed it to Nelson for him to once again get to swallow my cum instead of jerking off and spraying my seed all over the steam room floor.  Damn, I was in such a predicament.

My loyalties went to Nelson after all.  I repeated the one and only act that we’ve done.  I came in his mouth.  That’s what Nelson wanted.  Even though Nelson’s face was glued to my crotch, I made it abundantly clear to the other guy that I was cumming.  And I got to cum down the throat of my bottom.  Less of a public display, but more personal enjoyment.  The other guy got the hint and squirted his load.  But he did so by tilting his hip sideways and shooting all of his seed over the bottom who was still just laying there waiting to see the top cum as well.  The bottom was covered with two loads of cum.  Nelson came as well; he was jerking off this whole time.  I felt so bad that I was focused on the guy across the steam room as opposed to Nelson, but I don’t think Nelson picked up on that.

Well, that experience was actually very pivotal for me. Not only it was my first experience with public sex, but it was also the first time I realized this whole time I was having gay sex.  Up until that point I kept thinking of it as an arrangement.  Nelson was my best friend.  He was doing me a favor and I was doing him a favor.  I kept telling myself this was not real sex.  That’s why I also treated the whole thing as a very transactional thing.  But being in the steam room with 4 guys and we were all going at it like bunny rabbits, yes that was gay sex.  I was too deep now to go back.  I didn’t want to go back.  I was happy where I was. 

I also realized that I could get more intimate when having those acts of sex with Nelson.  I didn’t need to avoid touching him.  It was OK if I engaged him a bit too, as long as it was not too gay. No, I wasn’t going to blow him in return, but maybe showing some affection would be nice.  I could make him feel loved, like his body mattered too.  I didn’t have to treat him just like a mouth.  He was a whole person, and my best friend at that. 

On the walk home, of course Nelson had to break the silence.

“So, how was your first steam room experience?” he asked.  Little did he know it was not my first time.  But it was the first group experience where I was on display. 

“Oh, wild,” I replied, trying to put a positive spin on it. “With us straight people you are rarely ever in a spontaneous group sex situation like that. That kind of shit never happens if women are involved.”  Which was generally a true statement.

“I didn’t know other people were going to be there, but I guess we just went with the flow.”

There was a short pause.  This time it was me who interrupted the silence. 

“Is this what happens when you go to all your sex parties and saunas?” the devil had gotten into me to ask that question. 

“Oh, this was just an appetizer.  There is a LOT more that happens there.”

“You gay people are sure more fun.”

“You can call it fun.  Or we’re sluts.  When it’s just guys involved, we’re all in to play at all times.”

“Indeed.”

We made it home.  He had already blown me so we had dinner and played some video games. 

I had already decided, based on seeing how comfortable those two other guys in the steam room were with each other, that I also needed to show more affection with Nelson.  The last time I had sex with a woman, the last time I had felt passion, the last time I had kissed anyone, was with Juliana a few months ago.  As of last week I also stopped dating Rebecca.  I was spending essentially all my free time with Nelson.  I cared about him dearly.  He was the most meaningful one-on-one relationship of any sort I had all my life.  It was time I got some passion from all this sex, yes - sex, that we were having together.

The next night it was Nelson’s turn to come over for dinner and a blowie.  I was getting blowjobs most nights by then.  And I had gotten used to his awesome blowjobs, I could go for much longer.  Nelson had the oral talent to blow me sometimes for 20 or 30 minutes before we both came. 

I was on my sofa and Nelson was in between my legs on the floor.  He was jerking himself off below.  We had done this pose a lot of times in the past. As his head kept bopping up and down on my cock, I decided to go for it.  I had held myself back in the past, but that night I was going to make it less transactional. I reached out with my hands and slowly approached his head.  Just like magic, my fingers gravitated to his gorgeous thick black hair.  Before I knew it, my fingers were intertwined with the hair on either side of his head.  I ran my fingers up and down, sideways and up.  He blew me and I played with his hair.  From there I let my right hand slide down and touch his left ear.  My left hand slid and hugged his right neck.  Eventually both hands slid and touched the top of his shoulders. 

I had admired his skin from afar all this time.  He had flawless soft skin with no body hair.  He was like a porcelain doll.  Maybe he had a facial routine, but his soft shoulders were all natural.  My masculine hands loved hugging his rugged physique wrapped with feminine skin.  I played with his shoulders and neck for my own pleasure, all the while he was blowing me.

I brought my hands back up to his hair.  Once again I threaded my fingers in between his thick head of hair.  With every stroke of my arms, the strength of my caressing grew. I had his whole head in between my two hands.  Only then I noticed that it was not just me who was getting aroused by all this new sensuous touching.  Nelson was moaning much louder than he normally did as he sucked me.  His head bopping was becoming more vigorous.  My breathing was getting heavier too.  I couldn’t remember when was the last time I touched anyone like this, feeling someone’s skin in a passionate way.  This was turning both of us on tremendously.

And then I felt it.  Nelson came first.  He was jacking himself down below, out of my sight.  Normally he was well composed and knew to spray his jizz on the floor in between my legs.  This time he had gotten so worked up that he just sprayed it.  That hot cum came out of him uncontrollably.  The cum went flying out.  All of it landed on my left calf, ankle, and mostly my foot and my toes.  Feeling the hot cum on my leg in this kind of a surprise sent me over the top and I came as well.  I let Nelson swallow all of it, just the way he liked it.

He peeled his face off only after I had given him all I had. 

“Damn, you really turned me on,” he said, still panting heavily.  I gave him a very content smirk back. Life was good. 

He then looked down to see where he had cum, as he normally had done in the past to clean up the floor.

“Oh, shit, I got it all over you.  Lemme clean that for you,” he continued. 

Without any hesitation, he lifted my left leg by the heel.  He planted his mouth on my calf and started licking off all his hot cum.  When that section was done, he licked a few more drops from my ankle, making sure he got it all.  He then brought my foot up to his mouth.  He licked all the cum from the top surface, but some of it had already gotten in between my toes.  He fed my big toe into his mouth and licked it clean.  He repeated that with my second toe, and every toe after that.  Once he was done with the pinky, he proceeded to lick every surface in between the toes, both from the top surface as well as the bottom.  My entire left foot was licked clean of all his cum. 

I never had any experience with foot fetish.  I didn’t know if Nelson did.  But damn, it felt good.  Who knew?!?

After he was done slurping it all, he leaned back a bit.  He picked both my feet with his hands.  He then started massaging my feet, one hand per foot. He worked my toes, the spaces in between the toes, and the palm of my foot.  Did he know about acupressure points, because he was hitting some sensitive spots. I was in heaven.  First he drained my cock, now he was draining all the stress out of my feet.  What had I done to deserve all this princely treatment?  For now, I was just going to sit there and enjoy my good fortune.

That was the night that everything changed.  I showed him more affection, and he took more liberties with me.  I allowed him to be more open conquering of my body, and he followed my hints.  I caressed his head and shoulder, and he caressed my legs and feet.  It was going to be a new beginning for us, months after just having blowjobs and nothing more.

The next night we hit the gym and then took out some take out salads from Whole Foods to come eat at home.  It wasn’t the question of IF I was going to get a blowjob; it was a question of WHEN.  We had just come back from working out and I was starving.  Yes, I was horny, but I needed sustenance before I could see what tonight’s adventures would lead us to.

I turned on the TV and flipped to one of the more older seasons of RuPaul.  Nelson liked to educate me on the history of the show and some of the earlier queens.  We usually ate our dinner watching those episodes before we switched to something else or played video games. 

We sat on the sofa in front of the TV and started eating and watching.  I was famished!  That was some good salad.  From the corner of my eyes I could see that Nelson put his salad bowl down after like 3 bites.  I knew something was up.  I could sense Nelson’s drama just from the corner of my eyes; I didn’t even need to look at him.

“You OK?” I asked, with my mouth full.  I really need to work on my table manners not to talk with a full mouth.

He nodded yes.

“Something wrong with your salad?” I asked.

He nodded no.  It was very atypical for Nelson to be quiet like this.  Usually if he had something on his mind he would be babbling up a storm by now.  I was ready for a Nelson tornado, but I wasn’t getting any.  Not yet. Finally he broke the silence.

“There is something I wanted to ask you for the longest time.  I didn’t know how you would take it.  I know we have a certain understanding and I’m just fine with all that. I wouldn’t change it for the world.  I am so happy exactly the way things are.  I just like all this time that we hang together.  And then we have our extra-credit activities.  In fact, I haven’t even been on those apps lately to look for anyone else.”

He was right, I had not heard him summon anyone to his bedroom in the longest time.  I was not getting laid either besides whatever I was doing with Nelson. 

Nelson continued.

“So then again, I’m just perfectly fine as is.  But last night I think we went a little bit further.  And I needed to make sure it’s all within your comfort zone. Because for me, I’m game for anything on account of I’m gay and I’m a self-identifying slut. But for you, this is hanky-panky on the side and well I don’t know how you would react.  Same way I didn’t know initially how you would react when I first suggested we do something on the side.  So back to last night, I think you were open to a bit more. But only if you are, because if you’re not, then that’s totally fine too. I mean, I don’t want to push it.  Because…”

If I didn’t cut him off, he was gonna ramble forever and never come to the point he was trying to make. So I did. I cut him off.

“What do you want?” I asked.

Nelson got quiet again.  He wondered for a while before answering the question.  But before he told me in words what he wanted, he had perfected his puppy eyes.  The kind of puppy eyes you could not say no to no matter what it was he was asking for.  I knew right then from his puppy eyes I was in some kind of trouble.

“Your nipples,” he answered.

“What?”  I was not so clear what it is he wanted from me and my nipples.

“I want to play with your nipples.”  More puppy eyes.

“Wha…?”

“As much as I love cock, I also love nipples.  And dude, your nipples, they’re next level!  You got these big juicy nipples each one the size of a silver dollar, nice and dark against your complexion, bulging from your massive pecs.  Even way before we were hooking up, I was salivating about your nipples.  But our arrangement was about blowjobs.  I thought playing with your nipples might come across as too intimate, so I didn’t say anything.  But I think after last night, maybe you’d be OK with that. I mean, OK, only if that’s in your comfort zone.  And you don’t have to decide right now. You can think about it.  And then if that would be OK, I can have your nipples.  Of course I’ll still blow you like all the time, but a little extra spice would be nice.  I mean, I’m swallowing all your cum daily, so why not nipples?  But maybe you’re not into that kind of play.  Maybe you think straight men don’t have their nipples played with.  Maybe straight men play with the nipples of their girlfriends.  But you know, for me, I’m gay, and I love big juicy men nipples on bulging pecs.  And all this time I’ve been holding myself back and trying to behave.  But after last night, it took me a lot of courage to ask about this nipple…”

He was rambling again.  I had to cut him off again.

“Yes, you can play with my nipples,” I replied. His face went from puppy eyes to the face of 3 year old boy on Christmas morning.  He was so overjoyed he got what he wanted. 

I picked up my salad bowl and resumed eating the rest of my dinner while paying attention to RuPaul.  We missed some of the dressing room squabbles, but none of it was that important. 

Three bites in, I could see from the corner of my eyes again that Nelson was not eating.  He was still just sitting there.  I turned to face him again.  He had gone back to puppy eyes.

With a mouth full of salad I asked: “Right now?”

Puppy eyes.

“But we’re in the middle of dinner.  And RuPaul is about to announce the category for the catwalk.  This is our favorite part.”

Puppy eyes.  Not a single word after that long soliloquy he offered before.  Just puppy eyes.  I knew that silent Nelson could be just as dangerous as rambling Nelson.  Whatever Nelson wants, Nelson gets.

I put down my bowl of salad.  I still had more food in my mouth.  With one hand I made the universal ‘one moment’ sign, and with the other hand I covered my mouth as if that was going to help me chew and swallow any faster.

After the last swallow, I turned to him and said: “At your service.”

Dude, he jumped!  Nelson just sprang from his side of sofa and landed on me like a hungry leopard attacking his prey.  Good thing I had finished swallowing, because I was flat on my back in no time and he was sitting on top of me looking down with a very animalistic appetite for flesh.

“Fuck you man, I’ve been waiting to suck on your nipples from the first day I saw you shirtless in the gym.  And then you say I can have those nipple, but I gotta wait till after RuPaul and you finish your dinner?  No, fuck you, I am not going to wait one second longer.  I am going to have your nipples if that is the last thing I ever have.  And it’s happening right now.”

Even when he trying to be sexy, when he is about to get intimate, Nelson just rambles.  The guy just can’t help himself.

I was wearing a long sleeve fleece shirt that day.  Nelson grabbed the left and right sides of the split in the middle and tore open the front.  He did it in one sudden motion.  I couldn’t tell if he ripped the buttons open or if they came undone.  But the point is that shirt was wide open within a second and my entire torso was exposed.  He moved the fabric as far as possible from my chest, tucking all the excess fabric under my armpits. He had seen me naked a million times, but this time he was taking charge of getting may torso naked for his private enjoyment.

I think he almost had an orgasm seeing my ripped chest open and exposed like that.  He had seen it so many times, but this time it was all for him to have. 

“I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe this is happening!” he was so excited, looking at my naked chest.  Come to think of it, I don’t think he had shown this level of excitement the first time he got to suck my cock, and we all know that Nelson loves cock.  This was on a whole different level of exhilaration for him. Holy cow, Nelson!

He went for it.  His ass was right over my crotch straddling me.  He bent his head and planted his face right on my right nipple.  Ouch!  He managed to lick and bite it all at the same time. He tried to squeeze as much of my large nipple and the all the muscle underneath it into his mouth. The same suction he had used a million times on my dick, he was using it on my chest to devour me.  With his other hand, he squeezed the other nipple that was free.  He was making growling munching sounds.  If I didn’t know him better, I swear he sounded like a hungry bear about to eat the flesh all the way to the bone.

And then he switched to the left nipple.  His mouth landed there, biting and kissing it simultaneously.  With his other free hand, he smacked my right nipple and used his fingers to squeeze my entire pec into his fist.  There was a lot of muscle for him to cup, admittedly. 

I was getting very aroused by this.  My cock was fully awake with a raging boner, and it was wondering if it was ever going to get released from my pants.  My cock was wondering if Nelson’s sweet mouth would ever go back there now that Nelson had found a new part of me to love.

Still with my arms in the sleeves, I brought my arms over and ran my fingers in his hair.  It was odd having his head right up there under mine.  It was the first time I could feel his breath this close to my face.  I could smell him and smell his breath. Just a few inches higher, we would be in kissing zone.  But the deal was that he wanted my nipples, not my lips.  I wasn’t ready for that. For now, nipples were safe. 

I rubbed his hair in between my hands as he devoured my entire chest, left and right.  It was nice having him this close, yet under my collar bone.  That was safe. 

Nelson had asked permission about chest and nipples, but that did not stop him.  Once he had a good mouthful of each nipple, he started kissing my torso southward.  He found my six packs. He started licking all the individual muscles and grooves of my six pack. He kissed, he licked, and he bit each inch of skin on the way down. No area of my belly or abs were safe.  He had the entire smorgasbord. 

He went south until he was met by my pants.  My boner was still begging for release, and it sensed help was on the way. Yes, Nelson was working the pants.

“These have to come off,” Nelson said and took my pants and underwear off all the way off my ankles.  This, he had done many times already.

Plop, his head landed on my boner.  Yes, my dick was reassured that it was still number one.  All the foreplay above, Nelson was extra horned up by the time he got to my dick. Damn, Nelson was on fire that night.  He gave me a good 5 minute blowjob, but then his newly found discovery brought him back to my chest.  He let go of my cock with his mouth and then his head landed on my right nipple again.  But this time my cock was free and in the open.  With his right hand he jerked me off as he devoured my right nipple with his mouth.  I went back to running my fingers in his hair again. I was this close to forcing his head up to come meet my lips, but I couldn’t.  I let him focus on my chest. 

All this extra level of horniness from Nelson, I was getting close.  No, I wasn’t close, I was there.  I never climaxed from someone sucking on my chest.  My cock exploded in Nelson’s hands, and my jizz landed all over my previously kissed six-pack.  Nelson looked down to see what he had made me do.  He couldn’t be happier how he had made me cum.

He let go of my cock and brought his cum stained hand to his mouth.  Until that time, every single time I came, I had done it in his mouth.  I don’t think I had ever cum in midair like that with Nelson. He licked all my cum from his hand until it was all gone.  He then went back to my six packs and started licking off all the mess I had made.  The few times I had seen him lick cum, that was his own.  This time he was licking mine.  He put my shaft in his mouth again and milked every little bit out of it.  It was done.  All my jizz had once again vanished into Nelson’s throat.  Besides doing a DNA test of the inside of Nelson’s throat, there was no evidence left that I had climaxed.  Damn.

I didn’t know it I should get up or what. I didn’t know if Nelson had any further plans.  I knew better than do something if it did not meet’s Nelson’s plans.  I wasn’t born yesterday.

“Wait there, I am not done with you,” Nelson said.  See, I told you he wasn’t done.  I knew Nelson so well.

He got off of me.  I knew I needed to sit frozen there on my back all exposed.  He proceeded to take his own clothes off.  Of course, he should cum too.  After all, I wanted him to be pleasured as much as I was, albeit he was doing it solo.

He was all naked.  He walked up to the side of the sofa.  I was all flat on my back, he was standing up facing me basically at the level of my chest, his latest conquest.  Yup, the dude started stroking himself.  He was towering over me, with his stiff cock right above me.  I think that’s the closest my head had ever been to his cock.

He stroked himself and I could see precum started to drool out. He then bent over and started kissing my nipples again.  The he stood up and continued stroking himself.  This cycle of bending down to kiss the nipples then get up and jack off went on for a few rounds.  That last time he got up, it looked like he was close. 

Only then it dawned on me that he was going to cum and I was right underneath him.  He was going to cum on me.  Holy cow!  Was that part of our understanding?  He had never cum on me before on purpose.  A couple of times he had hit my legs and thighs by mistake, and then he cleaned it all up.  But this, this was going to be deliberate.  Was he gonna cum on my face?  Wait, what was going on here?

He was going to cum.  He bent down at his knees and released his shot exactly over my chest from left to right.  He managed to cover both sides of my chest with his load.  The same area that he was devouring like a hungry lion just moments ago was now covered with his hot cum.  The boy had marked me as his.  It was done.  He came all over me.  On purpose.  And I have to say, I loved it.  I loved seeing the product of his groin, the product of his lust, land on me. That was pretty daring of me as a straight boy. 

We were not done.  As soon as he finished cumming and squeezed every last drop out of his shaft, he knelt on the floor right next to me.  He had a plan.  With his tongue, he spread his cum all over my nipples.  He wasn’t swallowing his cum, not yet.  He was using his cum as paint and his tongue as paintbrush.  He made sure both pecs and the nipples were covered with his cum.  Only after he had painted me with his cum, he finally started licking it clean.  What he had spread around before, he licked clean till it was all gone. 

Again, his head was just inches from mine.  I could smell his cum and mine on his breath.  His beautiful porcelain skin of his face was just inches away.  I wasn’t ready to kiss him, but I could inhale his smell for my enjoyment.  That, was safe.  I could inhale his smell. 

We did eventually finish our dinner that night.  We bagged the rest of the RuPaul episode. 

The next night, we hit the gym again and then had a quick bite before heading home.  This way I knew that Nelson was going to get his ‘dessert’ after dinner, not in the middle of it.

When we got to my apartment, without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom.  Very casually, as though he owned me, he started undoing my shirt.  I knew I was going to be naked in no time.

I had told myself earlier in the week that I was going to take a more active role.  I wasn’t going to be the passive straight boy letting his gay best friend do all the work.  I was enjoying every bit of this, so it was time to step up.

I interrupted Nelson as he was undressing me.  For a split second, he looked puzzled and borderline upset.  He had undressed me so many times before, why did I stop him this time?

I grabbed the top of his dress shirt.  “May I?” I asked.  He nodded yes. 

I proceeded to unbutton his shirt and it came off.  I then undid his belt.  I unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper.  I knelt down to the floor.  I slipped his pants off for him.  I took off his socks, one by one.  There it was.  Nelson’s big boner, fighting the fabric of his pink G-string underwear.  I clipped my fingers under the string part of his waistband and lowered his underwear.  His boner popped right out and almost hit me in the face.  He already had a drop of precum oozing out. I took off his underwear.  I had totally undressed him.  He was all naked and he was mine.  He was my little gay boy, all there horny and ready for my pleasure and his.  I had the bestest best friend ever. That was the first time that I had undressed my best friend. 

I stood up.  “Your turn again,” I told Nelson. He was so ecstatic to oblige.  He resumed his routine of taking off all my clothes one by one.  There we were, two naked boys bursting with hormones.  Two raging boners that needed attention.  A straight boy and a gay boy who had bonded in ways neither one could have imagined. 

He grabbed my hand again and led me to the bed.  I crawled back and leaned on the headboard.  My legs were split open. My erection stood up straight in the air, as an antenna drawing attention to the very center of my body.  This was Nelson’s best dreams come true.

Nelson crawled on top and went for the chest first.  He had been granted access to my nipples, and he was going to get his fill.  He did his routine of munching on one side while squeezing the other side in between his fingers.  Biting here, kissing there, switching sides, licking all my pecs.  The boy was in heaven.  I was so glad I could give that to him.  Nothing made me more happy than seeing him this satisfied.

He helped himself down my belly and six packs all the way to my pubes, kissing every single inch of my flesh on the way down.  He grabbed my cock and put it where it belonged, down his throat.  There was never ever a better match than my cock and his throat.

This is where I needed to take a more active role.  I needed to be more engaged.  I brought my arms up and grabbed his head on either side.  I cupped his ears.  I held his head steady in between my hands and then started thrusting my pelvis into his mouth.  I was fucking his mouth.  It was not a blowjob any more, but it was a facefuck.  It had been a long while since the last time my hips had done any kind of thrusting, it was nice to use those muscles again. 

Yes, that was good.  That’s what I needed.  My hips needed in on this action.  But I could do even more.  I let go of his head and then planted him straight on his back. He just followed my silent instructions.  He looked so amazed that for the first time he was not doing all the work of us having sex.  I was awakened and now I was taking charge.  I climbed on top of him and straddled him on all fours.  I positioned my hips right over his head and re-inserted my cock into its rightful place in his throat.  From there, I continued to facefuck him.  With the mattress behind his head, I pushed as hard as I could to gag him.  I knew he liked my cock as deep as it could go.  And that’s what I gave him.

I facefucked him like that nice and good.  My balls kept smacking his chin.  He was moaning with pleasure, and he was jerking himself off below.  Buckets of drool were coming out the sides of his mouth as my dick kept digging deeper and deeper.  I then let go of my right arm that was partially supporting my weight on the mattress.  I placed my hand behind his head and pushed his head into my pelvis as I kept fucking his face.  That took him to new heights.  His moaning intensified, his drool kept spilling, and his eyes rolled back.

Nelson was cumming.  He had reached his climax with the intensity of this new position.  Even though I was not looking behind me, I could sense his hips thrusting with his orgasm.  I wasn’t going to hold back any more.  I shot my load down his throat at the same time.  He took it all.  He did not let my cum escape his mouth the way all that drool was coming out.  Cum was not to be wasted.  That, was glorious. 

Our daily sex adventures continued.  A few days later he texted me at work around 2 pm to meet him at his desk.  I took the elevator to his floor and went to see him at his desk.  I don’t think people at work had figured out what we were up to.  To my surprise, his floor was rather empty that day.  Turns out most of his team was out on an off-site retreat, but Nelson was in the middle of this big project and he could not go with them. I didn’t know why he had called me down.

He got up from his desk, looked around to make sure the office was still mostly empty, and then grabbed my hand and led me somewhere.  I knew right away he was up to something.  Sure enough, there was a utility closet at the end of the hall. He shoved me in there with him, locked the door behind us, and proceeded to blow me right there in the closet.  You can read into it if you want, having sex in the closet.  That was the first time I had sex at work. Thank you Google office architects for designing that utility closet.

Another time, we were at his place and we had already done our sex thing.  Afterward we just stayed in bed naked.  It was not bedtime yet.  I was leaning on the headboard, and he was sitting at 90 degrees to me.  We were just talking about work and some people we knew.  The way we were sitting, his ankle had been resting on my thigh.  The whole time we were talking, I had been gently rolling my fingers around his ankle.  He had defined muscles and tendons, and his gorgeous skin was a pleasure to touch, especially in a safe place like there. 

Somehow, all of a sudden it seemed we had told each other everything that could be told that night.  We ran out of conversation.  Both of us.  Even Nelson.  I kept rolling my finger over his ankle.  In the silence of the late night, the touch became more sensuous.  I wasn’t planning on being tender, but that’s the way it turned out. I looked at him in the eyes and he looked at me.  Then we both looked at the finger and the ankle.  This back and forth went on a few times. 

Damn, we both sported boners again.  But we already had sex like an hour earlier.  Nelson was not going to miss an opportunity if one arose.  And there were two things that had risen: his dick and mine.  We never had done round 2 the same night, but here we were. 

Nelson grabbed my dick and started massaging me in his hands.  I kept rolling my fingers on his ankle, every once in a while venturing just a little further up the calf.  A few rounds later, I was just below his knee with this sensuous touch.  I couldn’t bring myself to go any further.  His dick was out in the open and ready to be grabbed, just like he had grabbed my dick.  I couldn’t.  I couldn’t do it.

Nelson let go of my dick and started moving his body towards mine.  He didn’t lead with his head directly in the direction of my cock as he had done so many times already.  Instead, he scootched over with his pelvis. He opened his legs and straddled his legs around my body.  He approached me until his pelvis was right above mine.  Our balls touched.  Holy shit.  He then extended his right hand and somehow grabbed both of our dicks with his one hand.  He then proceeded to jerk both of us off with that one hand.

OMG!  Is this really happening?  My body is touching his dick on purpose?  Granted, it was dick on dick and balls on balls.  But it was a deliberate touch of his genitals.  Various parts of his body had touched my dick and balls so many times, but this was the first time any part of my body was touching his dick.

That was hot, seeing our two dicks become one.  They both fit inside Nelson’s hand, and he expertly jerked both of us off at the same time.  I had never seen this pose before.  I didn’t know that dick on dick action was a thing.  With his left hand Nelson reached out and started pinching my nipple. 

One of those nipple squeezes made me burst.  I had burst with cum just an hour ago, but a second load was on its way. Yup, my cum escaped that peehole and started dripping down the sides all over his hand and dick. Before I was done pumping, his dick exploded too.  More cum, now his was mixed in with mine.  It was all over both our dicks and his hand.  You couldn’t tell whose cum was which.  It was a royal mess.

Unsurprisingly, Nelson brought his hand full of two loads of cum and licked it all.  He then scooped the rest of the cum from both of dick and swallowed that too.  Damn, that was a hot session.

That was a week of many firsts.  But there were more experiences yet to be had.

The following night it was cold and rainy.  We had a contagious case of being lazy and not wanting to go work out.  We just wanted to stay home.  So what do two horny boys do when they’re stuck home?  They engage in sex.

Nelson had pinned me on my back on the sofa halfway through a vintage RuPaul episode.  He couldn’t keep his hands off of me now that we had reached this level of openness.  What had started with a casual fuck buddy arrangement had turned into full-time daily devouring of our bodies. 

Anyways, I was pinned down on the sofa as the queens were doing their catwalk on TV.  Nelson was predictably on my cock having his dessert.  The boy could never get enough cock.  He was insatiable.  He was totally enjoying himself down there, when he stopped all of sudden.  He took his mouth off of my dick. 

“You wanna see stars?” he asked.

I didn’t know what he meant by that.  I had zero clue.  The only thing I knew is that you always have to be agreeable with Nelson.  Whatever he had in mind, I was game.  Nervously, I nodded yes, not knowing what I just got myself into. 

Well, Nelson looked like he got a new license to do whatever he had in mind.  Just like it was the most natural thing, he put his palms under the backside of my knees and lifted both of my legs all the way up in the air.  Before I could realize what was happening, he planted his entire face right on top of my asshole. It was hole in one.

Holy crap! (sorry for the pun).  That, I did not see that coming.  Sure, I had heard about eating ass.  I had never been involved in anything like it.  Maybe some straight people do it, but it never happened to me.  And here we were, with Nelson exploring my asshole without asking any explicit permission.  Just a couple of weeks ago he had to use puppy eyes and a whole speech to have me to agree he could have my nipples (I was gonna say yes regardless of those puppy eyes).  Tonight, he was bold enough to go for the asshole, admittedly a much more intimate part of the body, with asking permission first. I think he owned everything on my body by that point.  He had bought it all and had destroyed the receipts.  No going back now. 

Holy fuck, what was that sensation? His soft tongue had found an equally soft part of my body tucked in between my asscheeks.  Who knew that the skin there was so sensitive?!?  I guess gay men knew that, but us straight people didn’t really listen.

Yes, I was really seeing stars.  Blowjobs felt awesome all over your cock.  But ass munching felt good all the way deep inside your pelvis.  Was this really happening?  Were my legs all the way up in the air getting eaten by a gay man? Whatever happened to our little arrangement of getting a little blowjob every now and then?

This whole time he was stroking my dick for me as he was eating me from below.  This was a brand new sensation for me.  I had learned to hold back from cumming too early when he was giving me his most awesome blowjobs.  But this, this sensation was too much. 

Yup, I was gonna cum again. Shit.  It was happening.  That one last time he pushed his tongue inside my rosebud, my cock did its thing.  Streams of hot cum shot out and landed again on his hands and on my belly.  Shit, I couldn’t hold back. Just when the ass-eating was getting really good, I just had to cum.

Nelson peeled his face away from my ass to admire the mess of hot cum he was the cause of.  He looked very happy he had manipulated my body like that.  I had melted in his hands (and mouth).

But Nelson was not done.  He let go of my thighs till my legs were back on the sofa.  Still in between my legs, he started stroking himself.  His gaze was fixed on my crotch and belly and all that fresh cum. Within 30 seconds he came too, shooting his load on top of mine.  There as a mess of two men’s cum all over my lower body. And Nelson being Nelson, he then lowered his mouth to slurp up every last bit of cum he could find.  The boy was a Hoover when it came to hot cum, his or mine.  He always sucked it inside of him until there was no evidence anything ever happened.  He was the master at recycling DNA. 

The gamut of our sexual experiences had expanded quite a bit in the past few weeks.  Two weeks after that first assmunching episode, which had become a new nightly norm, I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread and Nelson was busy eating my cock.  My cock had become his new pacifier.  You could not separate the two for long periods before one yearned for the other.

His moaning was louder than usual.  Then I noticed that with his left hand, he had reached behind himself and was massaging his own asshole while blowing me.  I couldn’t see from up above, maybe he was even fingering himself.  I couldn’t tell if there was penetration or not.

He took a split second break from sucking me, just long enough to ask: “Will you fuck me?” and then went back to blowing me and fingering himself like he had not just dropped a bomb.

WHAT?  Like, what the actual fuck???  You can’t just ask that kind of question and go back to sucking like nothing happened.  My mind was totally blown not only by the question itself, but by the casualness of the mode he asked the question and then carried on with business as usual.

I had no response.  I was still processing what had just happened. 

“Please, will you fuck me?” he asked again and then went back to sucking me and fingering himself.  Nelson, dude, sometimes you say the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times, but dude, this totally was your crown achievement.  How was I even supposed to process this in the middle of a blow job?

And how do you even ask someone a serious question like that in the middle of blowing them?  That’s not negotiations, that’s blackmail!  Leave it to Nelson to totally think this was cool.

“Please, I have not been fucked for the longest time, and I really need a cock up there.”

He went back to sucking and fingering. I was hypnotized by how his mind worked.  I still had no response.  He sucked for another few minutes as we were both quiet.  He then peeled off his mouth just a bit longer for a little rambling.

“Please, please, can you do it?  I have been spending every last minute of every day with you, and I love it.  And you satisfy so many of my sexual desires.  I couldn’t possibly be more thankful.  But I’m a bottom, and a bottom needs a dick up his ass every once a while.  I love being with you, so I haven’t been on any these apps and I haven’t dated anyone in the longest time.  Again, I’m grateful to be with you, but I miss a dick in the ass.”

And then, just like a bizarre magic show, he went back to sucking and fingering, business as usual.  But dude, what a request!

It is true, we had totally monopolized each other’s time for a few months already.  No, he had not dated anyone and neither had I.  I had spent every single waking hour, except for work, with him.  True, he had not hooked up with any other guy for the longest time.  And I totally agreed that he was a demanding bottom.  In the past, I used to hear him getting fucked up the ass on a regular basis.  Those paper-thin walls did not conceal any secrets.  But for a few months already, no sounds have gone across those walls except the sounds that Nelson and I created ourselves.  There were no gentlemen callers for Nelson.  Or any chicks for me.  We had become each other’s one and only.

Nelson peeled his face away from my cock for part 2 of a mini ramble.

“Please, please, please.  I am in serious need for a dick up the ass tonight.  My own fingers are not enough.  I need to feel a man’s cock up there.  I need to be penetrated.  I need a man to cum inside of me.  If it wouldn’t be you, I would have to go back on those damn apps and trick some random stranger to do it.  Someone I don’t know and will never see again.  Please don’t make me do that.  I don’t want that anymore.  I only want you.  I only want your cock.  And tonight I want it up the ass.  I need to be fucked, and it has to be you.  Please don’t let me down.  Please fuck me.  Please, I don’t want anyone else.  It has to be you.”

Damn, Nelson can ramble on and on even in tight situation like this. 

“Yes,” I said.  I didn’t know if I had enough time to think about it, or I said yes just to shut him up. He gave a whole long speech, and my single-worded response shut him up. 

Holy cow, did I just say yes to assfucking?  Shit was getting real. I mean, truth be told, I knew the way things were going this moment would probably come one day.  But it came without any preparation or advanced warning.  Within a few moments, I agreed to assfuck Nelson, and in a few moments from now I will be inside his ass.  My mind was exploding. 

Nelson’s eyes lit up.  His prayers were answered.  He was going to get what he wanted.  He was going to get me to fuck him.  He was going to have my straight cock up his gay ass.  He was so happy.

And you know what he did next?  He went back to blowing me and fingering himself. It was as though we did not just agree on something so huge.  I just kept looking at him in total amazement how he just went to business as usual, not at all referencing my agreement to fuck him. I just kept looking at him munching on my cock. I was totally amazed at the disconnect.

He must have sensed the confusion in my gaze.

“What?” he asked.

What do you mean ‘what’?  Nelson, you never seize to amaze me.

Finally I asked: “Not now?”

“Oh, yes, I just needed a few last licks.”

He got up and grabbed my hand to help me up.  Hed led me to his bedroom.  Here we were, two naked boys with raging hard-ons, and one of those hard-ons was about to disappear into the bowels of the other one.  I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into.  But it was going down.

Nelson opened his night table and took out the bottle of lube.  Yes, lube.  I knew about that.  I had never used it before.  You don’t need lube for vagina, unless you’re fucking an older woman after her menopause.  But for assfucking, of which gay men are experts, you need lube.  There is also the matter that perhaps an ass needs to be dilated before it is entered, but then again Nelson had been fingering himself this whole time. 

Nelson opened the cap and squirted a healthy portion right on top of my shaft.  He then used his hand to massage it all over my dick, all the way into my pubic hair and balls.  I felt like I was getting ready for an oil wrestling match.  He then used his lubricated hand to reach behind and spread the rest of it on his asshole.  From the motion of his hand and the angle of his hip, I imagined he also once again penetrated himself and got some lube all the way up there. 

He then got on all fours in front me, pointing his ass at me. He was all exposed for my view. 

I was taken by surprise by my view.  I had seen Nelson’s naked ass so many times, as well as the asses of guys in lockers room.  Usually you see the two glutes, but you never see in between the cheeks.  Nelson was bent and spread, ready for me.  This revealed all that space in between his asscheeks and his asshole.  I don’t think I had ever seen someone’s asshole like that before, with that much view in the wide open. Yes, Nelson had eaten my ass a few times this past week, and he got and up close and a personal view of me for his pleasure. But for me, this was my first such view. 

I approached Nelson from behind.  I scootched over toward him.  My dick was pointing straight ahead and knew where it needed to go.  It was the rest of me that was nervous about this first time. 

He we go.  I was right behind Nelson.

“Fuck me good and cum inside of me, I need it,” those were Nelson’s words of encouragement.

I grabbed my shaft by the base.  I was not used to all this gooey lube all over it.  I pointed the tip straight ahead and touched his hole. OMG.  It’s official.  My cock and his asshole just kissed. No penetration yet.  But the contact was made. Nelson groaned just from this part alone. 

Here goes.  I maintained my shaft in the same position, and with the power of my hips I pushed my cock inside. Damn, that was a lot more resistance than a pussy.  I knew it wasn’t going to glide just right in like it does for a pussy, but this was tight.

I had to push in harder than I thought. Penetrating a man needed muscle and determination.  That, I had.  I was going to make it happen.  After a lot more muscle force from my hips, the tip of my cock finally felt his sphincter dilate.  It was like a flower was opening from its nightly nap and letting the sunshine in.  Nelson’s sphincter realized there was a cock knocking at the door.  His ass luckily knew what to do.

Once the first level of the sphincter relaxed, the tip of my cock was able to get in. I couldn’t believe I was in Nelson’s ass.  Even though it was just the tip, still, I was in. From there, the rest of my cock got sucked into his bowels much easier.  His bowel muscles worked in reverse to bring this new cock all the way inside of him. It felt like I was wearing an extra small condom, tightly wrapped around my dick.  My dick had never been inside something so tight and loving before. 

All that suction drew my cock all the way in until my pubic hair hit the outside of his asshole.  I think the front of my balls hit the back of his balls down below.  It doesn’t get any gayer than that, and here I was, exploring all this new territory with Nelson as my coach.

“Oh, Guy, that’s exactly what I needed.  I needed all of you inside my ass.  My ass so missed having a cock in it.”  He then wiggled his ass around my cock a bit.  “Now fuck the shit out of me.”

Ok, then.  Bossy bottom Nelson was in charge.  He had gotten this straight dick up his ass and he was being demanding. Yes sir, at your service. 

I pulled back my cock, then re-inserted.  I pulled back again, then in again.  The rhythmic back and forth was not any different than fucking a pussy, but my dick felt so much more sensation in an ass than in a vagina.  Yes, I could do this.

Fucking him from behind, with me needing to exert more muscle power to maneuver my dick in and out of his asshole, I needed to steady myself. Instinctively I grabbed the sides of his hips to stabilize myself as the fucking was getting under way.

Holy fuck, that was the first time I touched his naked ass with such intent.  Not only I was inside his ass, but I was grabbing it with my hands.  All this time I had not allowed myself to touch him there.  But I just did.  I held on to his hips and squeezed his glutes and my dick was all way inside of him. 

He was all mine.  I was making my mark.  But judging by the way he orchestrated this whole thing, maybe it was me who was all his.  I was the top, penetrating him from behind.  But he was the in-control bottom who had made all of this happen.  I was just living in his world. 

As I got used to fucking him, his moaning got louder and louder.  These are the same moans I used to hear from across the paper-thin wall separating out bedrooms every time Nelson had some trick over.  This time, I was that trick.  I was the one making him moan.  It was like somehow I was magically transported through the wall to assume the role of the man fucking Nelson.  I was that man now.  I wonder how his moans today carried over next door to my bedroom that was now sitting empty.  It’s like that saying, if a tree falls in the forest and there is nobody there to hear it, does it still make a sound?

Damn, this was good.  Nelson’s ass was so much tighter than any pussy could ever be.  Granted, Nelson was a slut and he had been fucked so many more times that any average pussy of any girl I’ve been with.  Still, assholes are just so tight. 

“Wait, lemme turn around.  I wanna see your face before either one of us cums,” Nelson said.

He pulled himself off of my cock to turn around.  My cock got pulled out of its warm and moist chamber.  Still stiff as a rock, my cock dangled around looking to be re-inserted where it came from.  My cock was not done.

Nelson then laid on his back and lifted his legs all the way up.  This was the position in which he had me when he ate my mass those few times this week.  Except, I was about to attack his ass with my dick, not my face. I knew what I needed to do.  I scootched near him, and this time with no hesitation I inserted my cock in his ass.  This time he was already adequately dilated.  My cock must have taken a sigh of relief being re-inserted where it needed to be.  My cock appreciated the tight hug it was getting from Nelson’s bowels.  All was good again.

This time I grabbed Nelson’s ankles to stabilize myself as I went to town on his ass.  But he was right, looking at his front as we fucked was a whole different view.  I could see him stroke his dick and give himself pleasure as I fucked him.  It was always important for me to see him pleasure himself.  But even more importantly, I could look him in the eyes as we engaged in this new act of sex.  Every time he blew me, or even these few times he was eating my ass, his face was right on his target.  Fucking him in the ass freed up his gorgeous face for me to look at.  It felt like he was a human, not just a mouth. 

With every thrust in his ass, my torso lowered a little bit more.  I think his hips also flexed more, allowing me to come closer to his face.  Eventually my face was only a few inches above his face.  I kept fucking him as we stared at each other with such a great passion.  Our eyes were doing all the talking while we engaged in assfucking for the first time.  If I pushed a bit farther, I could have reached his lips and kissed him.  But I think for now staring into his soul through his eyes was all I was comfortable with.  Never mind I was fucking him up the ass, but I was not ready for a kiss.

I couldn’t last any longer.  All the lubrication of his ass, those tight bowel hugs, the immense pressure around my dick, I was going to orgasm.  Yup, my swimmers were about to get unleashed inside of him.  I think he had swallowed like a thousand loads of mine already.  But this was going to be the first load right up the ass. 

Here we go. My pelvis tightened with one final forceful thrust, and the floods of my balls opened up.  My shaft went into a series of contractions, releasing more sperm with each wave.  That could have been the most satisfying orgasm of my life.  Just me, Nelson, and Nelson’s asshole.  That was the perfect combo.

Nelson picked up the pace of his jerking off and made himself cum as well.  I was still inside him, and I could feel his sphincter’s jerky movements around my cock as his dick released the sperm from deep inside him.  You probably guessed already, Nelson scooped all of his cum from his hands and belly and swallowed it all fresh and hot from inside of him. He never let any cum go to waste. 

I collapsed sideways next to him on the bed.  I had no energy left in me.  My cock came out of him, with a drop of cum and lube staining the inside of my thigh.  His legs that had been previously up in the air collapsed down right on top of me.  I am not sure if he was comfortable being contorted like that, but he did not move.  We just laid there and looked at the ceiling in quiet, catching our breaths.

Silence is Nelson’s nemesis.

“So, what do we think?” Nelson asked.

“I’m never going back to pussy,” I joked back. It was just something that came out of my mouth quickly.  While I didn’t have any deliberate plans for going back to pussy, I also didn’t have any plans not to.  Little did I know that my quick comment later became a prophecy.  No more pussy for me.

Eventually Nelson got up.  He went and got us two glasses of red wine.  That was our night cap more often than not after we already had sex and it was not bed time yet.  There was something extra magical that night.  Somehow after our first anal sex, I felt even closer to him.  He looked even more cuter and attractive.  I didn’t want the night to end.  At the usual time when I would get up and go back to my own apartment for the night to sleep, I went and got us another refill of two glasses of wine.  We sat in bed and talked for another hour, sipping very slowly on our wine.  We were not drunk.  At least me, being French, I could handle my wine.  But there was something extra special in the air that night.

I didn’t want to go back to my apartment. 

“Would it be OK if I stay here tonight?” I asked.  Back in Madrid we did a few nights of sleepovers.  But here at home, being that our respective apartments were right there, we each had returned to our own spaces at the end of each night.  A sleepover was never a thing back home. But that night, I didn’t want to leave Nelson.  I didn’t want to be alone.  There were butterflies in my heart, and only being with Nelson was what mattered. 

Nelson tilted his head slightly sideways and gave me the most content smile.  That was a yes.  I was staying the night.

Nelson grabbed my hand and led me to his bathroom.  I didn’t know what he was up to. Once we got inside the bathroom, he opened the bathroom vanity and took out a brand new spare toothbrush.  He took it out of the package and put it inside the little cup that was holding his own toothbrush.  My heart melted.  All this time I had known Nelson, all this time he had blown me, all the millions of hours we had spent together, this little act of toothbrush was the sweetest thing ever.  I looked at the new toothbrush, next to his, side by side, and tears were welling up in my eyes.  Such a little act could mean so much. 

Back in his bed, Nelson made sure I was tucked in well under the covers.  We each laid on our sides, looking directly at each other at a safe distance.  Pulling up and hugging him was out of question.  The closest thing I could do was lift my upper hand and reach across and lay it on his shoulder.  He then took his opposite hand and reached over and caressed my hand on his shoulder.  For once, Nelson was quiet because he was enjoying the silence.  There were no words that could have mattered at that point.  

From that night on we never slept alone.  We always slept in the same bed, either his place or mine.  I gave him a fresh toothbrush in my bathroom as well.

The next morning we commuted to work together as usual.  Instead of keeping a safe distance on the subway car, I rested my hand directly on top of his as he was holding the handrail.  We travelled like that the whole time. 

The whole following week was a sex-fest of sucking and fucking.  At any given point, my dick was either in his mouth or in his ass.  I had become a pro at all kinds of positions in gay sex.  I think my favorite position was when I was sitting on the sofa, and he rode me like a cowboy.  Usually he would stroke himself, cum on my chest and belly, then lean over and lick it all.  It was the whole package.

One time 2 weeks later, he was riding me like a cowboy on the sofa just like that.  He was bouncing up and down on my cock, while stroking himself in perfect rhythm.  I placed my hands on his thighs while he was bouncing.  I massaged his thighs as he helped himself to a nice ride on my cock.  Somehow, my hands kept massaging and slowly crawling up to the center.  Before I knew it, my hands were where his thighs met his crotch.  I was all the way up.

His own hand was still on his cock, stroking himself in pleasure as my dick kept his ass satisfied.  His balls kept bouncing up and down, and his dick was just inches away from my belly.  I knew soon enough he would climax on my belly once again.  I studied his pubic hair up close. It was tidy and neat.  No treasure trail.  His balls looked big and juicy.  He had a nice shaft.  I studied his whole crotch very well from this close distance. 

I lifted my right hand away from his thigh.  I slowly opened my palm, and it gravitated to the center of his body where he was jerking himself off.  Ever so slowly, my open palm approached his cock.  But his own hand was hugging his shaft, jerking himself off like a champ.

My hand was just an inch from his dick.  His own hand was in the way.

“May I?” I asked.

Nelson’s face froze.  He was not expecting this.  I was asking him to let go of his dick and let me touch it.  I was going to touch his dick.  Holy shit!

The first thing Nelson did was to stop bouncing on my cock.  The air got thick all of a sudden.  Another first was going to happen, and it was not scripted.  Very slowly, he let go of his hand and released his cock into the open air. He was all exposed.  His cock and his crotch were now an open field. 

My own hand was already only an inch away from his cock, but it took the longest time before I slowly closed that little gap.  Nelson just sat there on my lap, my dick in his ass, as he watched what I was about to do.  I was about to grab a guy’s erect dick for the first time. 

I did it.  My open palm eventually touched his dick.  I touched a dick.  I touched Nelson’s dick. That was the gayest thing ever, but I wanted to do it.  From there, my fingers slowly curved until my fist was wrapped around his entire shaft.  I had his dick in my hand.

I was not in a rush.  I just held on for quite a while.  I was still trying to absorb the significance of this very moment.  The moment I had by best friend’s manhood in my hand.  At first, I just squeezed my fingers around the shaft without moving my hand.  I just needed to get used to holding some other guy’s dick.  Yup, it was a dick and it was not mine. Still holding on, I raised my thumb and rolled it on the tip with all that precum coming out of it.  What an odd yet satisfying feeling.  It felt so intimate holding Nelson’s cock in my hand.

These gay guys reach out and play with each other’s cocks like it is the most natural thing, like those guys in the steam room who probably didn’t even know each other’s names.  But for me, holding Nelson’s dick, that was the most profound expression of my deepest feelings for him.  My friendship to him meant so much, I felt so close to him, that I grabbed his most intimate and private organ just to feel closer to him.  It wasn’t just a desire to pleasure him, it was a desire to bond with him in every single way possible. It was my way to show him how much his friendship meant to me.

Once I had let my hand get adjusted to this tight grip, it was time for some action. I slowly stroked him up, then down.  Up, then down. I had stroked my own cock a million times.  But stroking someone else sitting on your lap, well that was a whole different angle of stroking I was not used to. But I did it.  I stroked him.  And then I reached with my left hand and grabbed his balls for stability.  I was touching all of him.  I was taking all parts of the genitals of this gay man in my hands.  He was all mine.

I massaged his balls with my left hand and stroked him with my right hand.  I was getting the rhythm of it, even though I had never done anything like this before.  I could tell Nelson was enjoying it, because he started to moan once again from enjoyment.  Yup, he was digging it. 

All this excitement of me stroking him, Nelson’s pelvis started gyrating.  The gyration then turned into up and down, and pretty soon he started riding my dick again.  This whole time I had forgotten my cock was still up his ass.  I had forgotten we were in the middle of assfucking before I started grabbing his cock.

I managed to keep a good rhythm of jerking him off while he was riding my dick.  This was the most involved act of sex I had ever done with Nelson, with both of us working each other’s dicks in our own way.

He leaned backwards and rested each one of his hands on one of my knees, which exposed his pelvis to me even more.  This also improved his bouncing as he fucked himself with my dick.  I saw some grimaces on his face.  Those were the grimaces he made right before cumming.  I had learned to know him so well by then.

Holy cow, he was going to cum. Shit, I was going into overdrive as well.  I kept stroking, knowing at any moment he was going to burst right there into my hand. Inside me, I could feel my prostate contracting, and I knew I was about to explode with him. It was going to be double orgasm again. It was a race. 

I had never held someone else’s dick during an ejaculation.  It felt different feeling all those dick contractions pumping the cum out when the dick was not my own.  I felt his contractions in my hand, and then loads of pearly cum escaped his peehole.  It shot across all over my chest and belly, and the last few contractions with the weaker force dripped the last bits of cum over my fist still holding on. I had Nelson’s cum all over me.

My own dick shot its load too.  It went deep into his bowels. I left my DNA inside him one more time.

Usually at this point Nelson would bend over and lick all the cum off of me.  But this time, since it was me stroking him and his cum had gotten all over my hand, I had a different idea.  At first, I brought up my cum-soaked hand up to his face.  He knew what to do.  He grabbed my hand by the wrist and turned my hand in any which way to lick anything he could find. When he was done with everything on my hand, I pulled my hand back and scooped all his cum from my chest.  It was all on the tips of my fingers.  I brought my hand back to him and he licked it all clean.  After that I did another scooping of whatever had landed on my belly.  He gladly licked that clean as well.  He had licked all the cum clean, and my own cum was deposited up his ass for safe keeping. 

This happened two days before our planned trip to Vienna.  The following night of course we fucked again, but we had to cut all the quality time afterwards short as we both had to pack.  I packed my suitcase back in my apartment and then I went to sleep over at Nelson’s.  By that time in our relationship we were in the habit of leaving the front door unlocked since we had the whole 4th floor to ourselves.  Our adjoining apartments had become one large whole-floor two bedroom complex.

In hindsight, it was a great idea that we had only booked one room for the two of us, unlike our prior trips.  As soon as we got into our hotel room, I broke it in by fucking Nelson on the bed.  We got dressed and had a lovely dinner, then came home and fucked another time.  In the morning he blew me dry before we went to explore the city.

First we explored Schönbrunn Palace, a must see.  We learned so much about the royal family and Queen Sisi and her tragic life.  Nelson said she reminded him of Princess Diana, and that she would have been a gay icon back in the days. From there we went to lunch at Café Central, then hit the museums.  We had late afternoon coffee and the world famous Sachertorte at Sacher Hotel. We went back to the room, shagged again, then had a quick bite before going to the opera. 

The next day was also a packed day of sightseeing and some shopping. After a casual dinner, Nelson wanted to check out this one gay bar some friends told him about.  I was going to be his wingman. The place was dead and we headed back to the hotel.

Back in the hotel room, remembering Nelson’s escapades from our previous trips, and seeing the essentially dead gay bar, I pried a bit.

“You’re not going to go to one of those saunas like you did in Paris and Madrid?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m good.  I think I’m growing up.”  He had a very content tone telling me that.  “Besides, everything I need is right here.” 

He was referring to me. I was everything he needed. My heart was going to burst.  Sometimes the smallest little phrases meant so much.

“Yes, we all grow up and look for different things,” I reassured him.

“I even deleted Grindr and all those apps.”

I didn’t know how to respond.

“If I remember correctly, you had a lot of fun in Paris, but the one in Madrid was dead.  That’s why you came back and took all your libido out on me.”

“Good times, good times,” Nelson reminisced. 

“How is the scene here in Vienna?  Any good places your friends told you about?”

“I think there are a few.  There is one called Kaiser-bla-bla-something.  Something with Kaiser in it.  Apparently it’s very ornate inside.  It was an old legit bath house that was built in Persian style by the then Shah of Iran as a present to the royal family here in Austria.  This is like 150 years ago or something.  They used it for the aristocracy back then, and even for the upper echelon of the army back in those days.  Then horny soldiers were getting busy with each other, you know, boys will be boys.  After some high level official got busted having gay sex, they shut it down.  Years later they re-opened it and now it is a legit gay bathhouse.”

“Wow, you seem to have done your research on it.”

“That slut Kevin told me about it.  He goes on all these Atlantis cruises and all the gay shit everywhere.  He is the biggest slut of all my friends, um, OUR friends.  He’s always some place with his legs up in the air.”  Truth is, I had totally blended in with Nelson friends, especially the Friday night RuPaul crew.  I don’t think they had the slightest clue what Nelson and I were up to.

“So, after all this, you don’t want to go?” I asked.

“Like I said, everything I need is right here,” he replied, with a satisfied grin. 

Awwwwwwww……

“I’ll go with you, if you wanted to,” I offered.

“What??????”

“I dunno, you always like to go to these places, and I don’t want you to feel like you should not go on account of me.  I get it, you don’t want to leave me alone, but then if I came as your escort, I dunno, maybe I can see for myself what these men are doing there.”

“Are you for realz?” he asked.  “Have you gone mad?  What the fuck are you gonna do at a gay orgy with random strangers?”

“What, I can come look!  There is nothing on my face that says I’m straight.  They don’t know that.  I’m there to keep you company.  And maybe, just maybe, I might be curious just to see it from the inside.”

“Gurrrrrrl….” Nelson cracked himself up.

There was a pause on Nelson’s expression.  You could see he was churning out some scenarios in his head before he would respond back with a plan. I knew very well to let him do his thing during these times.  Never ever interrupt Nelson when he is deliberately calculating.

“So!  It might have been, I can neither confirm it nor deny it, that maybe perhaps it-could-be that I might have or not have done some research on this place Kiaser-thing.  I will never confirm that I have done it.  However, tonight after midnight is their weekly huge party.  Their biggest one of the week.  It is naked night.  The party is huge. Or rumor has it.  Goes from midnight to 4 AM. So maybe, based on research I deny having done, maybe we can go if you want to go. Just maybe.  But there are some rules, since you have never been to these places.”

This was going to be the beginning of one of Nelson’s ramblings, and I knew I had to be quiet and listen to it all.  I knew Nelson so well and I adored him for all his Nelson-isms. 

“The men in these places have no shame.  They are savages.  You will see things you cannot unsee.  They are ravenous.  They have no shame.  They will be doing things in public that you totally cannot even imagine.  In groups, gang bangs, and solo show-offs.  You will see body parts stacked on top of each other and you won’t know which part belongs to whom.  And they are shameless in making advances.  That’s the whole point of being there, to let go of your inhibitions and just go for it. 

“Now, you mister, you listen to me!  I am not sure you really are aware of it, but you are drop-dead gorgeous.  You are absolutely impossibly handsome.  I mean, have you looked at yourself in the mirror??? I don’t think you are really aware of what a hunk of meat and what a devastatingly gorgeous face you’re carrying around.  Most of you handsome straight men are really not aware of how just absolutely beautiful and rugged and masculine you are.  You are grade A material.  But it is a good thing that maybe you are not so aware of it.  Otherwise it would totally inflate your ego and then you’d be an asshole about it.  And that is a huge turn off. 

“You are so impossibly goodlooking that the first few times I talked to you I couldn’t look you straight in the eyes because I was very uncomfortable.  That face and that torso were chiseled by Michaelangelo.  You have the face of an angel.  A sexy cute devastatingly handsome angel.  Any girl or any gay guy would die to have sex with you. 

“Now, maybe one day you’re going to find your wifey-poo and Mazel Tov to you.  You’re straight and that’s just how that goes.  You and I had fun and all that, but I can’t change your future for you. But when it comes to men, you are mine and mine only.  You are not allowed to look at any other men in this den of sin bathhouse we’re going to.  Nobody is allowed to look at you or talk to you or touch you and most certainly not get fresh with you.  If any of these silly fags there even tries to come in a 3 feet radius of you, I swear, I’m gonna scratch her eyes out.  I’m going to be guarding you from all angles and will swat them off like flies. 

“You are mine and mine only. Yes, I’ll take care of you there and no needs of yours will do unsatisfied, now that you’re even getting my ass for your pleasure.  But you are there strictly as an ornament.  No touching and no nothing with nobody else.  I won’t be touching nobody either, because like I said everything I need is right here.  But I’m taking my ‘everything’ to a den of sin and you bet your ass I’m going to guard him like a treasure.”

Nelson finally ran out of steam.

“You got all that?” Nelson said with a firm tone and a finger pointing in my face.

I nodded yes.  Truth is, I never even thought of going there to have sex with other guys.  It was more from the point of curiosity, and also to accompany Nelson. I didn’t have eyes for any other guys, that was for sure, even more so in front of Nelson. I wasn’t into guys, I was into Nelson.

We got to the place just after midnight.  It was called Kaiserbründl Herrensauna.  There is somewhat of a line as it was peak hour.  The place where you pay at the door was a bit dingy.  Once you got in, it was like a Disney version of one of those Middle Eastern hammams. We went to the lockers area.  I’ve been to the locker room in the gym a million times. But I never was there in a locker room to put all my clothes in the locker and then walk around naked the rest of the time.  I felt more than just naked leaving the lockers with absolutely nothing on.  I felt a bit exposed.  But I also felt a bit liberated, having nothing to hide. 

Nelson grabbed my hand in his.  His grip was extra tight, like a mother who is holding on to her son in a very crowded street lest he would get lost in the crowds.  Nelson was holding on to me like a prized possession.  I noticed that as we walked around, he made sure he was slightly ahead of me, as though he was protecting me and also hiding me from the others all at the same time.  His possessiveness was funny and endearing all at the same time.

We walked around the dipping pools, the saunas, the steam area, the hot tubs, and all the dark alleys.  Yup, there were naked men all around.  I had never seen this many naked people in one place, and they were all men.  Men of different shapes and sizes.  Twinks, bears, muscle jocks, daddies, chubbies, old and young, hairless and super hairy, tall and short, and all kinds of ethnicities.  Some were just simply naked, some had cock rings, leather rings, chains, leather hats, nipple rings, and all other kinds of accessories. 

At the beginning everyone was simply walking around from place to place to place.  Just like Nelson and I did.  It seemed like everyone was looking for something.  After a half hour of this, we started seeing some action, a blowie here, a gropie there.  Groups of 2s, then 3s, then 5s. Guys kissing, sucking face, sucking dick.  Then you saw guys eating ass.  Then a couple of guys fucking, then more action.  As time went on, more action was popping up everywhere.  Guys were going from one conquest to another.  A lot more bottoms than tops, that’s for sure.  Throughout all this nature watching we were doing, Nelson never once released my hand.  And every time we stopped for a moment to look at the action, he made sure to stand in front of me to shield my body from the others lest they get any funny ideas.  Did I tell you how much I loved this part of Nelson?

Truth is, there was a lot of hungry looks and lustful nods.  There was a lot of flirting.  I didn’t know if they were all aimed at me specifically, or that was the going rate at these places.  Still, it felt good to be made to feel sexy.  Like I was being desired, lusted after. 

Then we went into this huge room where a lot of action was happening.  That was the most number of people in one place getting it on.  There was sling in one corner and people were taking turns getting fucked.  All the benches in the perimeter had all kinds of guys fucking each other. 

This whole time Nelson and I were walking around with boners begging for attention.  Finally in this room Nelson decided it was time.  He pinned me against one wall and dropped to the floor to swallow my cock.  Having his whole head on my cock was the surest way nobody else could get fresh with me, his biggest fear. At first I was looking down on him going to town on my dick.  But then again, I had enjoyed that view so many times.  I wasn’t there just to look at him.  I was there to also look at others.  Looking was free.  Looking was allowed.

There were groups of 5 or 7 or 10 people all piled on top of each other getting sucked and fucked. Little vanilla me, Guillaume the romancer and the plain straight guy, what was I doing in a place like this?  This was the most spicy thing I had ever done, coming to a gay orgy and having public sex with at least 100 other people around. Yes, I needed some spice in my life.  And that spice was in the form of a man named Nelson.  He was the yin to my yang.  Nelson had brought me to a gay orgy.  That wasn’t just spice.  That was an explosion. 

As I was looking at all this action all around us, seeing everyone so liberated with sexual expression in such a public way, I saw this blonde twink enter the room with a big burly black guy.  The blonde twink was the stereotypical cartoon image of what you’d imagine for a young and super handsome Germanic guy.  Right out of Sound of Music.  He was probably around 25.  He had a slender body and a waist that could not be larger than size 28.  He had a cute little ass with bikini suntan lines further accentuating his plump and fit ass.  He was with this big black man, muscular and built, the very picture of fitness. The blonde had grabbed the black guy by his muscular biceps to lead him around and the black guy was totally at the will of the blonde twink.

The blonde came in our direction, and seeing Nelson on his knees blowing me, threw the black guy against the wall at just a little bit of a distance from me.  With no time to waste, he dropped to the floor and started blowing the black’s guy giant cock.  It was only then that I noticed the black guy’s dick.  It was easily 10 or 11 inches, at least 50% bigger than mine and I already had a big one.  But the girth!  The girth was as big as my wrist.  That thing was ginormous!  Big and full of hormones and impossible to handle.

The little blonde twink’s mouth, no matter how hard he tried, was no match for this giant cock.  He almost dislocated his jawbone every time he tried to put the whole thing in his mouth.  There was no way all 11 inches of that monster was going to fit into any person’s throat.  The blonde kept gagging himself.  But I think that was part of the draw, to challenge himself to the opportunity.

I was already rubbing Nelson’s head as he was blowing me.  The black guy followed suit.  He started running his fingers through the blonde’s gentle curls.  At first it was soft.  But then he grabbed the blonde’s head and started facefucking him. Naturally, the blonde could not handle all that cock.  He kept choking, gagging, and drooling.  But rather than fight it, he grabbed the black guy’s ass and pulled him even more towards him so he could get as much dick as possible.  I followed suit.  I grabbed Nelson’s head and started facefucking him with the same rhythm. 

The black guy and I kept handling our bottoms and we exchanged knowing smirks in between us.  As much as these bottoms were bitchy queens in charge of everything, they loved their tops to be rough and tough with them and gag them with their big juicy cocks.

The black guy reached with one hand and gave me a single pinch on my nipple.  It was a sign of camaraderie rather than anything sexual.  It was our way of ‘shaking one’s hand’, expressing solidarity in our roles.  I reached over and pinched his one nipple also just once.  It was just an acknowledgement, nothing sensual.

Seeing how all four of us were in a groove, I decided to take charge.  I peeled Nelson off my dick and told him it was time to get fucked.  My dick was already plenty wet from all of Nelson’s saliva all over it.  I turned Nelson around, I spat a huge one on my hand, and wet his ass with it.  My dick went in no problem. I started mounting Nelson in front our new friends and the rest of the 100 people in the room.

My new BFF the black guy decided to follow suit.  He peeled his blonde off his massive dick.  He reached into his socks and took out a mini bottle of lube. He gave it to the blonde.  The blonde knew what to do.  He opened the bottle and essentially used half the bottle to lube that giant cock well.  He then used some of it to lube his asshole.  Not that I was too experienced in these things, but for the sake of his tiny little tush I hoped that he had already been fucked before at some point that night and that he was already pre-dilated.  There was no way all that big cock was going inside that tiny blonde’s ass without ripping something. No way!

The blonde willingly turned around and bent over.  He mimicked the same position that Nelson was already bent over and getting fucked.  This, I had to see.  I had to see how they were going to pull off this disappearing act of a giant cock going up a tiny ass.

The black guy positioned himself behind the blonde.  He lined up his dick with the hole. He then grabbed the blonde’s tiny pelvis with both hands to steady himself.  And then he went in. I could see goosebumps all over the blonde’s body.  He looked weak at the knees, and good thing the black guy was holding on to his hips to steady him. 

I don’t know how it happened, but it did. The black monster cock disappeared inside that shiny white ass.  OMG, it was all gone.  That blonde must have been a bigger whore than I thought.  Holy fuck, he took it all in one shot.  Much better than how he handled that cock in his throat.  The ass was the winner.

From there, the black guy and I started fucking our bottoms in the same rhythm.  We kept stealing glances with each other, each one of us proud of our conquest and our lot in life.  Life could not possibly get any better. He managed to do another nipple squeeze on me, and I returned the same.  When did I become so knowledgeable about the etiquettes of group gay sex?

Just a couple of days ago I had started touching Nelson’s dick.  But now, in this setting, it was going to be the most natural thing.  I reached around and grabbed Nelson’s dick away from his own hands.  I started stroking his dick for him as I fucked him. With my free hand I stabilized myself on his shoulder.  Well, the black guy next to me did not miss a beat.  He did the same with his bottom. It was totally a game of monkey see monkey do. 

I was not going to last long like this.  My own sexual pleasure was immense.  But stroking Nelson, seeing the BBC disappear into that shiny small ass, and all this other action all across the room, that was too much.  Luckily I felt Nelson cum first, which was my sign I could stop restraining myself.  Nelson’s cum landed all over the floor, on his feet and mine.  My cum ended up in his ass, my dick’s new favorite place to be.  The blonde then went into a body convulsion that signaled his cumming.  The black guy let out a loud holler and pumped all his juice into that raw white ass.  The session was not done before the black guy extended his fist to me, and I fist bumped him in a total sign of triumph. 

I don’t know where our neighbors disappeared after that, or if they were even together, or if they would ever see each other again.  Surely no words were exchanged on their end, just semen.

Nelson and I went to the shower area and rinsed off.  After that we walked around a bit more.  He blew me again in the steam area.  I did not have more cum in me to offer him. 

The next day we went to finish up some of the other must-see sights.  We also stopped by the Christmas market and got hot chocolate.  It was no surprise that Vienna has consistently been rated as the most livable city in the world.

On the flight home, Nelson had his headphones on and was watching some movie to pass time.  I looked over at him with total admiration.  My life had changed so much since I met him.  Like, really a huge change.  I had found my best friend, dare I say a soulmate.  He was funny, witty, and comically bossy at the same time.  Even though he was a man, I found him attractive, with all his feminine energy and skin and attitude.  I was getting more sex than ever before in my life.  He adored me simply for who I naturally was, not a version I put out to impress someone.  Our friendship, and our sexual relationship, was based on unconditional affection for one another.  There was not a single flaw about him or our time spent together.  It was all pure bliss.

Then my mind went to the stern warning he gave me before we went to the bathhouse.  He said that as far as men go, I was his only.  He also mentioned that I was all he ever needed.  But then he also mentioned that one day as a straight man I might find a woman and settle down with her.  What would happen to Nelson and me?  Would I lose Nelson?  Would we still be friends?  Would I stop having sex with Nelson?  Could I ever find a woman that could make me happy the way Nelson does?  What if despite all this one-sided foreshadowing, it would be Nelson who found a proper gay man to love him and marry him?  What if I would be the one being left out?

I reached out my hand and held his hand in mine.  Nelson looked over and gave me a warm smile.  He then returned to his movie, and we held hands for the remainder of the flight.  I don’t know if any of these profound thoughts were going through his mind at any point or not.

When we got back to our apartment building, I quickly unpacked my stuff in my apartment and then headed to Nelson’s.  We didn’t even need to coordinate this.  I just helped myself into his apartment without being asked or invited.  Needless to say I was treated to another hot sex session of anal sex, cum flying all over the place, and then a casual conversation in his bed sipping red wine all naked.  It was amazing how comfortable I was with him at all times, naked, totally being myself. 

The next day I got a call from Nelson around 3 PM in the middle of work.  His elderly mother had fallen and broken her hip.  Nothing critical, but she would need emergency surgery.  They had to wait a day or two for her blood thinners to wear off before doing the surgery.  He was going to look for flights to fly out that night or first thing in the morning to be with his parents in San Francisco.

“I’m coming with you,” I told him, out of nowhere.  I don’t know what I was thinking, but that was the most natural thing for me to say.  I don’t know if it was that I had to be where Nelson was, that I couldn’t be alone any more.  Or that I felt that I was family, and that I would go wherever Nelson was going to be.  Somehow it was the most natural thing in my mind that I should go with him.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, lets book a flight together. Besides, I would love to meet your parents, even if it is not the best of times at the moment.”

“Did I tell you how sweet you are?” he replied.  My heart melted again.

We arrived in San Francisco in the morning and we went directly to the hospital.  I let him lead the way.  I insisted on picking up some flowers on the way.  He went into her room first and ran to hug his mom.  Had had been very emotional the whole time.  His dad was sitting on the side chair and seemed very happy to see him as well.

Once they were all done with all their hugs, Nelson peeled himself away to introduce me.  I offered the flowers to his mom and shook the father’s hands.  Very polite and cordial.  Nelson had already told me that they had some fertility issues way back, and they had him at a later age in their lives.  He was an only child to an older couple.  Indeed they were quite older than my own parents.

I tried not to get in the way for the rest of the day as they did their family bonding as well as handling the multiple nurse and doctor visits all day.  His dad was going to spend the night on a visitors cod in the room, and Nelson and I went back to his parents’ place.  I noticed how Mr. and Mrs. Wong were still so much in love with each other 40-50 years after they met and got married.  Mr. Wong always sat on the club chair next to her, and they held hands at all times.  He nursed her every pain, and was on the same journey with her even though it was her hip that was broken.

Back at Nelson’s parents’ home, it was a very modest but lovely house.  Two bedrooms, one for them and the other one for Nelson.  No guest room.  Nelson and I had gotten used to sleeping in the same bed, so that was not an issue. 

As soon as we unpacked and got a bit settled in, Nelson was on a mission.

“OK, you’re gonna fuck me right there on my childhood bed,” he demanded.

“What?!?”

“This is not the time to play hard to get. I wasn’t out when I lived here while in high school.  I always had hopes of bringing a boy here one night when my parents were away.  But I was a nervous wreck those days and that never happened.  Now I have a hunk of man who is going to share my bed here with me tonight.  You bet your ass I’m going to make up for all those lost years of youth innocence.”

“Really, here, where you grew up?  With a poster of Brittany Spears looking at us?” I replied.

“Now you mister!  You will do as you’re told.  First I’m gonna help myself to a good helping of devouring your nipples, then you’re gonna fuck me like the good boy you are.  And no more lip service from you!”

“At your service.”

I unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my chest.  My pecs and their glorious nipples just fell out into the room.  Nelson already had a boner in his pants just from looking.  He attacked my torso with absolute hunger.  Perhaps the stress of the situation also made him feel nervous, and this was his outlet. He attacked my nipples, biting and kissing and cupping them, going from side to side and back. 

Just when he had his fill, he undid my pants and forced me out.  I was naked in front of Nelson, for his enjoyment, again.  He quickly undressed himself.  I was going to do it for him, but he was in a mad rush to get it on. 

Usually Nelson liked to suck me off for a good 10-15 minutes before we got to fucking.  That night he wanted to get fucked ASAP.  Out of nowhere he produced a mini bottle of lube from his suitcase.  The bastard had planned all this.  I was loving it.

He laid on his back, stretched his legs all the way up and threw the bottle of lube at me.  As the breeder, I knew what I was supposed to do.  I was always the teacher’s pet.  I lubed up my cock, then lubed up his hole and the inside.  I mounted him from above, using his upstretched legs as the springs to lean on for balance. My cock had no problems getting into his asshole again.  Ahhh, that tight feeling of an inside hug every time I had entered Nelson.  That feeling that my cock belonged in there.

Well, the fucking started.  We were staring each other in the eyes as I pounded him below.  He stretched his hands from behind and cupped my asscheeks to pull me further toward him.  He wanted me all the way in. Damn that was a good angle. 

I was good to go for a while.  But then I saw Nelson’s cock burst with a surprise climax.  It was a surprise because he wasn’t even touching himself.  He came just from the pleasure of being assfucked.  Damn, that was hot.  And that was what made me go over the top as well.  Seeing the load of fresh cum squirt out of him made me climax too.  I shot all my orgasm juice up his ass, and from the angle we were doing it, I think it shot deeper than ever.  Oh shit, that was intense. 

We cleaned up and went to bed.  Before we fell asleep Nelson told me many stories of his youth and how he was bullied all through high school as everyone called him Nelly Nelson.  It was only in college that he met like-minded people and eventually came out.  Listening to his story of being bullied and tortured, I felt so inadequate that I wasn’t there to protect him.  Now, this was more than 10 years ago and we had not met yet, but I had bonded with him so much that I felt it was my fault not protecting him. 

His mom’s surgery went smoothly.  The surgeon indicated that the next day they will send her to rehab to finish the recuperation at a more suited facility.  That following night was the first night that Nelson and I did not have sex.  I think Nelson was a bit more nostalgic, a bit more introspective.  I totally understood.  I was surprised he wanted to have sex the night before, but I let him call the shots with all these delicate issues.  I was just there for support, even if it meant I had to fuck him, or not.

Instead of our usual routine of getting to sex, Nelson just laid with his head on my lap still with my pants on.  He wrapped his one hand behind my back and the other one around the front to hug me.  Truth is, the hand behind me kinda dug in and I was not comfortable, but then again that night was not about me. I caressed his full head of hair as he just laid there thinking about whatever it was.  Nelson never liked silence.  But he needed this decompression, and I thought it was a good idea to let him have his way.

The following day, around noonish we were informed by the doctors that his mom was ready for transfer to rehab.  Nelson and his dad headed down to the admitting department to make arrangements and settle the bills.  I sat in the big club chair next to Mrs. Wong to keep her company.  We exchanged polite smiles.

She reached over and grabbed my hand to bring it over and rest in on the mattress of the bed, exactly where her husband’s hand had been this whole time.  She then wrapped her hand over mine, still with the IV tubing above it. It was more of a motherly kind of holding hands rather than a lover, the way that she held her husband’s hands. 

Apparently Nelson’s mother does not like silence either.

“You know, we love Nelson very much.  He is our only son, our only pride. We know he did not have it easy, with us being older and then all the times the other kids used to bother him.  We tried our best to be supportive.”

A short pause.

“We have seen Nelson grow into a fantastic young man.  He is educated, he is successful, and he now has a big circle of friends.  His father and I only wish we could help more when he needed more help, but we didn’t know the whole story. We do now.

“But all these years, despite our giving him all the love that he deserves, this is the first time he has brought a boy home to meet us.  He has told us tons about you already.  We feel like we already know you so well just from what Nelson has told us every time he calls.  My point is, his dad and I would love to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for making our little Nelson so happy.  We know you’re kind, considerate, supportive, and you are giving him all the love that he deserves.  We know that you have lifted his spirits beyond imagination.  We don’t take it for granted that someone is so loving to our son. 

“We wish you and Nelson all the love that you both deserve.  We would welcome the privilege of getting to know you more, getting to know the both of you together.  Our house is your house.  Please come visit with Nelson as often as you can.  We are getting older and more frail, so travel is not so easy for us. But seeing you so happy together, that is the best present you could give us.”

Nelson and his dad walked in at that point. Which is just right, because all those kind words from this wise woman, I had tears welling up in my eyes.  Nobody’s parents had ever welcomed me from such a place of love and respect.  If the conversation had not been interrupted right then, I was about to burst into tears of gratitude.  Gratitude for her, and gratitude for where my life was.

Now that things were a bit calmer, I booked my flight back to New York later the same night.  Nelson was going to stay a few more days to spend time with his parents.  I did not tell Nelson about his mom’s secret conversation with me.

I arrived in my apartment and unpacked my stuff.  I went to bed, knowing that Nelson was all the way on the other side of the continent.  I missed him.  I missed him tremendously.  I had just seen him like 8 hours ago, but there was a huge void in my heart. I couldn’t fall asleep. 

Finally I took the spare keys and went to his empty apartment.  If I were going to sleep alone, at least I could sleep in his bed to soak up some of his energy to calm my distress.  Yup, that was the recipe.  As soon as I got into his bed, I felt his scent hit my nose. That was my aphrodisiac.  That was my calming medicine.  I rolled around the pillows and covers a few times to absorb it all.  I wanted his scent all over me.

All that sneaking into his apartment and rolling around in his sheet made me horny.  Are you surprised?  I developed a massive boner, and I sure was not going to ignore it.  I had been having so much sex with Nelson recently that I had forgotten how to jerk off alone.  But that night I was on my own.  I had to take care of my rage by myself.

I spread wide all over his bed and started stroking myself.  With one hand I stroked my cock, and with the other hand I pinched my nipples and cupped my own pecs pretending it was Nelson. I even cupped my balls the way he did sometimes when he was blowing me. I tried to recreate as much of our couple act as a solo action.

Then I remembered I had seen a dirty pair of his pink G-string underwear on the floor next to the bed.  In his mad rush to pack before our sudden trip, he had not tidied up as he normally did.  I bent down and in fact it was right there.  I picked up that tiny piece of fabric he called underwear.  It barely covered anything, but it was his underwear of choice. 

I brought the fabric to my nose to inhale his scent and I resumed stroking. Yes, that smelled like Nelson.  It was a mix of sweat and musk and groin stench.  But that is exactly what I needed.  I needed to inhale all that as I evoked mental images of Nelson blowing me or me fucking him.  I smelled the fabric deeper and deeper, trying to get every last bit of aroma into my lungs.  Shit, this was going to make me cum.

I lowered the fabric to my crotch and shot my entire load on it.  I filled his dirty underwear with my hot cum, all dedicated to him and his aromas. And to all those times had made me cum on him or in him in person.  To all the orgasms, all the laughs, all the quality times we had spent together.

There was not enough fabric to contain all my load, but I wrapped it really well and tossed it on the floor.  I had a good night of sleep after that.

In the morning I threw the drenched underwear from the night before into his laundry hamper.  There were a couple of more dirty pairs of underwear in there, although none with cum stains on them.  I did something naughty.  I took one.  I just needed to take one of his dirty underwear with me.  I didn’t know what I was going to do with it; I just knew I had to have it.  I sniffed it all the way of that short walk down the hallway from his apartment to mine.  I sniffed it up all the way to my bedroom.  I put it on the bed as I went to take a shower. 

When I came out of the shower, I instinctively went to my underwear drawer.  And then I paused.  I finally figured out why I had stolen Nelson’s dirty underwear.  I was going to wear it.  I was going to wear his dirty underwear all day.  I was going to put my crotch where his had been.  That little string in the back that had hugged his asshole was going to hug mine.  I was going to blend my aromas with his. 

I put on the pink G-sting.  It actually took quite an effort to get all the shoelace elastic to the right place.  I was not used to having a little string of fabric in between my buttcheeks and nothing else covering my butt.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  I looked sexy and feminine all at the same time.  I didn’t care.  This gave me comfort, wearing his underwear under my clothing for the rest of the day.  And that’s what I did.  All day I wore that G-string.  It pulled me in places I didn’t know were possible.  I was not comfortable.  But every little tug in unexpected places reminded me of him, which was the point of this whole thing.  I needed to be reminded of him all the time. 

We texted a lot that day.  We even Facetimed at my lunchbreak and again when I got home.  Of course I didn’t tell him I was wearing his underwear.  His dirty underwear with his scent all over it. 

At the gym, I changed from his underwear to my workout jockstraps.  I didn’t care if people saw me in the locker room with that sissy underwear.  After my work out and shower I put on that dirty underwear back on again and went back home.

Once again I went to sleep in Nelson’s bed without him.  I took off the G-string underwear and planned to use it to inhale as I jerked off again.  But by then there was too much scent of me on it.  I quickly ran to the laundry hamper and fished out another pair of his dirty underwear.  I used that one to sniff his scent, and I shot my load into the other one I was wearing all day.

On the way out in the morning, I took a new dirty pair of underwear hostage.  It was going to meet the same fate as the other pair.  I wore that one all day and shot my load into it later at night.  This exchange of new dirty underwear and sleepover went on for 3 more days until Nelson came back.

Nelson’s flight was going to land at 5 PM on that Saturday.  Nobody in New York has a car, and it is not customary for people to go pick up people from the airport.  But I felt I needed to go greet him.  I missed him.  And if greeting him in the airport meant I would see him an hour sooner, then that’s what I was going to do.

I met him in the arrivals hall with a bouquet of flowers.  He totally was not expecting to see me there, and for sure did not expect flowers.  He was overwhelmed with emotions. As soon as we got home, we got it on.  We had to make up for 5 lost days.  Of course, I didn’t tell him I had been sleeping in his bed every night without him, or that I’ve been wearing his dirty underwear every day and then shooting my load into it every night.  I had managed to do a load of laundry and I had destroyed all that evidence. 

We had sex 3 times that night.  Boys and their hormones.

That Sunday afternoon we were, again, having sex.  I was sitting on the sofa, and he was riding my cock.  He had wrapped his hands on my shoulders behind my back.  I was stroking his cock for him.  We have had sex so many times in the past 24 hours neither one of us was about to cum immediately.

I kept looking into his eyes and he kept looking into mine.  Having him there, riding my dick, with no other worry in the world, that was the best feeling ever.  I still had echoes of his mom’s words of wisdom, how I had made Nelson so happy in the past year we have known each other.  Truth is, he had made me equally the happiest of any point in my life.  He had given this vanilla boy all the spice I could handle and then some.  I had felt friendship, companionship, passion, desire, and sexual satisfaction.

But above all, I was feeling love.  I loved Nelson.  It was undeniable.  This was love.  We started as neighbors, then best friends, then fuck buddies, and now we are in love.  Or at least I am in love with him.  I am straight, I am not supposed to fall in love with my gay best friend and neighbor.  But that’s how life rolled.  I was madly, deeply, passionately in love with Nelson.  I think he loved me too, but I couldn’t be certain if he felt love or this was just peak hanky-panky for him.

I had to do it.  As he was bouncing up and down on my dick, satisfying both of us sexually, I had to do it.  I had to say it out loud. 

“Hold on a minute,” I said, squeezing his hips to stop him from bouncing.  “I need to say something.  This is no longer enough.  I can’t just continue like this.”

Nelson’s face froze.  He immediately looked worried.  He was embracing for something horrible, judging by the look on his face. He froze, still with my dick up his ass.

“Nelson, truth is, I have to come clean.  You are my best friend.  You are the best thing that ever happened to me.  I never had this kind of an emotional connection with anyone else in my life. And then we took some liberties with becoming friends with benefits like you framed it.  I took you on that offer.  It was all fun and games at the beginning.”

Nelson’s face was going into a deeper and deeper state of worry.  My erect dick was still up his ass as we talked some serious shit.

“But then, I started really to like you.  Like, really, LIKE you.  And then I realized that life is nothing without you.  You gave me that little speech in Vienna that maybe one day I would find a wife and settle down with her.  That is the farthest thing from my mind right now.  But you did say that as far as guys, I am yours and yours only.  And then, when you were not there, I also had a meaningful conversation with your mom.”

Nelson did not know where all this conversation was going.  My dick was still super erect and was still up his ass.

“The point is, Nelson Wong, I love you.  There, I said it.  I love you.”

Nelson rushed both hands to cover his mouth as he gasped.  You guessed it, my dick was still in his ass.

 “I adore you.  I couldn’t possibly think of life without you.  I have a special kind of connection with you I never had with anyone else.  And even if maybe the fact that I am straight might have stopped me from falling in love with you, all this sex we have had so far proves that the gender thing is not an issue.  I love you and you only.  I just hope that you love me as well.”

I think I was done with my rampage. 

Nelson’s hands were still covering his mouth from his gasp. But now tears were freely rolling down his face. He was once again overwhelmed and overjoyed. 

Still with his hands over his mouth and tears rolling down he nodded yes and said: “Yes, I love you too.  I have loved you for the longest time, but didn’t know if you felt the same way or you were just playing.”

I peeled his hands away from his face.  His lips were shaking.  He was holding back a full out cry.  And my dick was still up his ass this whole time that for the first time we verbally confessed out love to each other.

“Now come on over here and kiss me.”

I grabbed his head and pulled him toward me. His lips landed on mine, for the first time even though we have had sex so many times and in so many places in so many positions.  But this was our first kiss.  Holy damn!

Our lips locked, and all his tears of joys spilled over my face.  We kissed like mad.  How had I held myself back all this time? How had I not kissed him weeks and months ago?  Why did I not see things for what they were?

Never mind all the sex we’ve had, we were kissing like two virgin lovebirds who were finally allowed to touch.  His lips were luscious and sweet.  His breath mixed in perfectly with mine. His face was finally touching mine.  I was kissing a man.  I was finally kissing the man I loved, with my dick still up his ass.

I needed to explore my love more.  I needed to kiss him all over.  I had to make up for lost time.  I peeled him off of my dick.  Orgasming up his ass was not a priority, kissing him was. We needed to be flat on his bed so we could roll around and make love, not sex. 

Nelson got up and I got up with him. He was mine.  I was going to devour the love of my life.  The romantic inner self of me took over, that loving type with vanilla tastes.  Out of nowhere, I put my hands behind his knees and his back and I lifted him.  I lifted him in my arms much the way that in the older days a groom would lift his young bride to carry her inside the house.  Very old school yet romantic.  I lifted Nelson into my arms. I slowly carried him from the sofa to the bedroom. He just looked me in the eyes and surrendered himself to my romantic overtures.  A steady stream of tears of happiness were still dripping off the sides of his eyes.  We were both emotional messes given our confessions of love, but Nelson was not doing a good job of hiding it.

I placed Nelson gently on the bed.  I crawled on top of him and put my entire weight on him. Our lips locked again and a hot kissing session ensued.  OMG, I had been missing on this.  All this fuck buddy sex we’ve had, where was the passion?  Where were all these heart palpitations I’m feeling right now?  Why did I miss out on this?  This, this romance of it all, this is what I love most.  I’m a romancer, after all.

I hugged him all over.  All this time fucking and sucking, I never really properly hugged him.  I wrapped my arms around him, behind him.  My arms went behind his neck, his back, and yes, his ass.  I had fucked that ass quite a few times, but I had never hugged it.  What took me so long?

He was eagerly kissing me too.  For him, kissing a man, I imagine he had done it before.  I imagine he had hugged men before as well.  But he was equally as fervently returning all my hugs and kisses. 

After the longest time exploring his mouth with mine, I was time for other parts.  I kissed his cheeks, his face, his ears.  From there I went down to his neck.  He extended his face to give me full access.  He was all mine, and he knew it.  I was going to make love to him, not just have sex.  I can’t believe I had not done this before. 

His neck was luscious.  I had admired his porcelain smooth skin, now I finally got to kiss it and taste it.  Yes, I was loving his skin.  I took little bites in between kisses and licks.  Damn, I wanted to eat up all of him.

Wait, there was his shoulder.  My little bites took me to his shoulder.  Big beefy shoulders and that same luscious skin.  His deltoids led to his biceps on his arms.  I sampled that as well. I went to his pecs.  He had devoured my nipples whenever he wanted.  It was my turn. 

This was quite different than women’s breasts.  He had nice firm pecs as a backdrop for his nipples.  I could suck on these all day and not be done.  I jumped to his other nipple.  Damn, that was delicious.  I took bigger bites of his pecs, trying to bring the whole thing inside my mouth.  I wanted all of him, all parts of him.

His pecs on the other side led to his armpit.  His smelled like heaven.  Just the right kind of musk, along with the scent of Nelson, the scent of a man.  This reminded me of all the times I had smelled his underwear in the past few days, but that confession was going to come at a later date.

Damn, can you believe these tight abs?  And they were covered with that same smooth hairless skin that I loved.  I had to taste it.  I bit and licked every single one of his six packs to make sure they all tasted the same.  They tasted like Nelson.  They tasted like heaven.  I blame only myself for not having done this sooner.  I had sex with him, but I had not felt passion up until that night.  I missed this part of sex so much. 

My head went sideways to his obliques.  Damn, such definition.  He was the perfect chiseled Greek statue, in flesh format for me to devour.  And I was going to do just that.  I lowered my head and kissed his hips. My hands had held his hips every time we fucked.  I was glad I was getting to taste it all.

From there, there was one place to go: his cock.  I had never done this before.  I never thought the day would come that I would.  But this was the night.  This was the night I was going to have my first taste of a cock.  Nothing or nobody had prepared me for this, but I was going to do it.  I was going to do my best.  Maybe at a later date Nelson would give me some lessons on cocksucking, but this moment was too tender to be bothered with technicalities.  I needed to break that barrier.

I pulled back my body a bit to line up my head with his crotch.  My nose was just inches away from his stiff cock.  Holy cow, I couldn’t believe I was about to do this.  Yes, I was going to taste a man’s cock.  Down my throat.  A whole man’s penis.  Down my straight boy throat.  Just because I had fallen in love with the man who was attached to it.  I was going to do my best.

Now, I knew nothing about sucking cock.  I had received numerous blowjobs, most of them from Nelson as a matter of fact.  Nobody knows in advance how to handle a cock.  I guess we all had our first times.  You put it in your mouth and try to do your best.  I’m sure there are some tricks to the art, but there was no universal knowledge out there. 

So, I grabbed the shaft with my right hand and pointed the whole cock straight up, in the direction of my mouth.  I stroked him a bit.  This, I had done before.  For the past couple of weeks I had jerked him off as a token of my affection, so I was OK with this part.  Holding his cock, holding my cock, same difference.  My hand had already held my own cock plenty of times jerking off.  It was my throat that was a total virgin.

I jerked him off some more until I built the nerve to go for it.  Nobody was rushing me, but I knew I had to do it.  I had to get it in my mouth.  I needed to taste him there.  He had blown me so many times, this is the least I could do.  Back when we came up with our arrangement, the deal was he blew me but I did not reciprocate.  Now, I wanted to do it voluntarily.  Not even to reciprocate, but to have.  I was doing it for me and him, not to settle a score.

Ok, go for it. Just lower your head and do it.  You can do it.  It’s a cock, and you know you want it.  Damn, I was getting ready.  Almost ready. Here goes.  I opened my jaw and before I could come up with another delay tactic, I dove in.  I lowered my head and took it in.  At first my jaw was way too open and I almost did not touch the shaft on the way down.  Once I was down, only then I closed my jaw and pursed my lips around his cock. My mouth engulfed his entire cock.  Nelson’s cock was in my mouth.

I didn’t know what to expect.  It was rigid and spongy all at the same time.  It had a sweet smell, and Nelson’s musk which I had grown very fond of.  Then I tasted something.  A droplet of dew hit the back of my throat.  That must be his precum.  Nelson’s secretions were already flooding my throat and I had not even bobbed my head once yet. 

I put my head to good use.  I held the bottom of his shaft with my hand and helped myself to the rest of it with my throat.  I started soft up and down motions with my head to suck him.  I applied a good suction in the back of my throat, and then swallowed his shaft on each in and out motion. I was doing it.  I was sucking Nelson off. 

It took me less time than I thought to get used to it.  A couple of minutes into it I had already developed a good rhythm to it.  I had a nice smooth motion up and down.  The tip of his cock glided from the level of my front teeth all the way to the deepest part of my throat.  In & out.  Damn, this was good. 

I had eaten pussy more times than I could remember.  Every single one of those ladies, you couldn’t escape the pussy smell.  Invariably it was smelly or rancid.  But I did it to pleasure my girlfriends.  This, this cock, was pure candy.  It was nice and stiff and yummy.  It felt nice having something inside my mouth.  And the occasional droplet of precum hitting my throat just added so much more flavor.  I was getting the hang of it, and I was loving it.

I let go of my hand holding his cock and instead I grabbed each side of his hip bones.  I held on tight to his hips and I used my biceps to push my head up and down on his cock.  I loved touching the smooth skin of his hips and his thighs.  Nelson had the softest skin of anyone I had ever been with.

As I was helping myself to his cock, completely oblivious of what Nelson was doing up above, I felt a fine tremor in his hips.  He had developed just a bit of vibration in his body.  Could my novice blowjob be so good that he was getting a tremor in his body?  It couldn’t be.

I looked above.  Nelson was wiping tears from both his eyes with the backs of his hands.  His eyes were so swollen from all the tears he had wiped so far.  The man was quietly crying this whole time I was blowing him. 

“Sweetie, are you OK up there?” I didn’t know why he was quietly crying.  My heart sank seeing him like that.  And in the middle of my first time blowing him. 

He nodded yes, as he wiped his face again from yet another fresh supply of tears.  I knew he was not OK.  Nobody cries in the middle of a blowjob. 

I quit his dick and crawled up to meet his face.  His eyes were so red from trying to hold his tears back.  His entire body was still trembling.  I laid right next to him, with my body tilted slightly above him and to the one side.  Instinctively I wrapped my one arm and one leg over him to cover him. 

“Shush, shush, shush.  I got you.  I love you and I’m here for you.  You’re going to be OK.”  I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek. His entire face was wet with tears.

He wasn’t quieting down, and I was lost why he was crying at this intimate moment.  Not knowing how to calm him down, I tried to lighten up the situation.

“Was my blowjob so bad you had to cry?” I said in jest.

“No, it was perfect,” he replied with a trembling voice and more fresh tears.  “In fact you’re perfect, this whole thing is perfect, everything is prefect, and that’s why I’m freaking out a bit.”  His voice was still trembling and his body shakes were actually getting worse.

Even in the middle of freaking out, Nelson could manage to talk a storm.  I knew I had to listen and let him unload. 

“First you tell me you love me.  Then you kiss me.  Then you’re down there sucking my cock.  This is just too perfect.  This was not supposed to happen.  None of this was supposed to happen.  I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you.  You weren’t supposed to fall in love with me.  I wasn’t supposed to find someone so perfect like you.  I never thought I would find love.  Definitely not judging by the kind of guys I used to date and hang out with.  All these men I met, they were all either flakes or emotionally not available.  I never saw love in my future.  Like ever.”

His body was still shaking.  His voice tremor never stopped.  His tears kept flowing. 

“And then you walked into my life one day.  At first looks, you are drop dead gorgeous.   I really don’t think you are really aware of how goodlooking you are.  You are so gorgeous that the first couple of weeks I actually couldn’t look at you directly because my knees would get weak.  I just couldn’t absorb how attractive you are.  You are the whole package, with looks to die for, athletic, healthy, and a good European sense of fashion. Your picture should be next to Prince Charming in the dictionary.”

More trembling, both in his body and his voice.  More tears as he kept talking.

“But then I got to know you, and your personality is even so much more attractive than your physical features.  You became my best friend.  I knew you were straight, so I tried my best not to fall for you.  I knew it wouldn’t end well if I did.  Crushing on a straight boy never ends well.

“Then, you ran into a dry spell.  Like, I can’t imagine which stupid girl would not want to fuck you 24/7. Between your personality and your looks, if I were your girlfriend I would be home with spread legs any time your heart desired some action.  But when you said you had no prospects with that religious girl, I thought maybe I could help out.  I wasn’t trying to trap you, I was just trying to help out.  I figured maybe at least I could help you be happy until the next time you would get laid again.  It was strictly a buddy helping out situation. I did regret suggesting it as soon as I said it, but then it seemed that you actually thought it out and maybe you were open to it.

“The first few times I blew you, I tried to do my best to keep it casual.  I couldn’t believe my luck that at least I could have your body if not your heart.  It was a wish come true.  I was happy for you and I was happy for me. 

“But then, I made the mistake of developing feelings for you.  All these other fuck buddies I had in the past, I never developed feelings for them.  Mostly because they were jerks but were a good lay worth going back to.  You, you’re not a jerk.  You’re an angel walking the Earth.  So I fell for you.  I fell in love.  And you didn’t push me away.  The more I fell in love with you, the more you let me in.”

I told you Nelson could ramble through a mental meltdown….

“I had to hold back though.  I was allowed to put your cock in my mouth, but I was not allowed to kiss you.  I was allowed to eat your ass, but I was not allowed to hug you.  I was allowed to lick your balls for you, but I was not allowed to tell you that I love you. I’ve been a nervous wreck this whole time.  A million scenarios had ran through my mind.  I thought one day you were going to wake up and be upset that I had let you on and took advantage of you physically.  I feared one day you might finally find a girl you’d want to marry and then I would become an experiment in the distant past.  I thought one day the whole thing would come crumbling down. But it didn’t.

“I was embracing for the worst, but that worst never happened, prolonging my anxiety every day.  And then this happened.  Rather than crumbling down, you told me you love me.  You kissed me.  You hugged me.  That’s not the outcome I was bracing for.  I was hoping for it, but I was not counting on it.  Falling in love with a straight man is usually a doomed thing to do, but I never thought you would be falling in love with me as well. 

“So then when I saw you down there sucking on my cock, and all my anxieties just totally took over me.  This is not the outcome I was expecting.  That why I’m having a little bit of an anxiety attack right now and I can't help it.”

He was in fact decompensating right in front of my eyes.  All his worst fears were coming to the surface.  His body tremors were at their worst.  He had ran out of tears, but his eyes were bloodshot.  He was shaking uncontrollably. 

Psychologists know this kind of reaction very well.  Just when something unbelievably good is happening to you, all your prior worst fears and trepidations surface up.  One would think they are resurfacing so they could leave your body for good.  I think there is name for this phenomenon, but I don’t know what it is called. 

I crawled on top of him, wrapping my entire body around his.  I used all of my four arms and legs to tighten my grip around him in order to calm his shakes.  I dug my face in his neck and gave him a few soft kisses.

“Nelson, I do in fact love you.  Yes, this was a very unpredictable path that you and I took, but I love you with every fiber of my life.  You are mine and I am yours.  You are the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with.  You will have a lifetime of kisses, hugs, and yes sex with me.  Now let all those thoughts out of your body and let’s celebrate our love.”

I tightened my grip all around his body. Very slowly, his trembling stopped.  He in turn dug his head into my body, allowing me to engulf him from every single angle.  I think we stayed like that for a good half an hour.  It took that long for his mental status to stabilize. 

“I’m good,” Nelson said at that point.  “Thanks for everything.  I really can’t believe this is happening though.”

“It’s happening.  So get used to it.  You can’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

We both chuckled.  It was good to have a tiny bit of laughter after that turbulent evening.  I let go of my grip and allowed him to have some room to breathe.  His eyes were less puffy.  His muscles were finally relaxed. 

I then laid on my back and he in turn came and rested his head on my chest.  Usually he would be nibbling on my nipples at this point, but he was not there for that.  He was just using my chest for comfort, not sex.

I ran my hand through his hair.  It was such a serene feeling knowing that we had done our love confessions to each other and we were finally out and open about our feelings.  It felt like a huge weight had been lifted.  I could see our entire lives spent together.  I couldn’t wait.  But for now we were just enjoying the bliss. 

Finally it was me who broke the silence.  I had come up with a brilliant idea.

“Nelson Wong, would you do me the honor of going on our first date together tomorrow night?” I asked.  “That is, if you don’t have some other gentleman caller in the waiting…”

“You so funny with that last part… NOT.  But yes, I would love to go on our first date together.”

“Perfect.  I will plan the whole thing.  All you have to do is be ready after work.”

We didn’t go back to having sex that night.  The mood was all about serene loving, not passionate butt sex.

Your know, there is this baseball euphemism for the stages of getting intimate with someone as the four bases of baseball.  For straight people it is as follows:

1st base – kissing

2nd base – touching above the belt, titties

3rd base – touching below the waist, or oral sex

4th base – full intercourse.

So, for the gays apparently it goes a bit different.  These are the four bases for gay people.

1st base – anal

2nd base – sleeping over

3rd base – kissing

4th base – getting his name

So, for Nelson and I it didn’t exactly happen like that.  We were first friends, then we had all kinds of sex, and only after all that sex we finally kissed and verbalized our love for one another.  We definitely did things in reverse, or at least in our own unique sequence. 

The next morning, we did our commute to work holding hands the whole time.  It was the first time I was holding a man’s hand in public like that.  The whole day at work I was distracted.  I had some planning to do.  I even left early to go home and arrange some things.  I told Nelson to be ready at 7.  I told him to wear his sport coat and some nice clothes. 

I left my apartment at 6:59 and I knocked on his door at 7:00 PM sharp.  I had not seen him since our commute that morning.  He opened the door.  I naturally gravitated to kiss him on the lips. 

This was a sharp departure for us.  For the past few months, we had not been locking our doors.  Our doors were always open and we walked in and out of each other’s apartment at will.  We surely never kissed hello.  Maybe a bro hug, but never a hug or a kiss.  This felt different now, having him open the door for me and greeting him with a kiss. 

I gave him the bouquet of flowers I had picked up in advance.  He was so surprised and overwhelmed to get flowers on a date.  I didn’t know if gay guys did flowers.  But I was a romantic at heart and I was going to do what felt right. 

I have to say, I had butterflies in my belly from excitement.  I had been on so many dates in my life, but never with guy.  All those dates in the past, specially first dates, were to get to know the person and see if things would work out.  This, this was different.  Even though it was my first date with Nelson, I already knew him so well, I loved him, and I planned to spend the rest of my life with him. Still, despite knowing him so well, I was a bit nervous and also super excited for the date.  I felt like a teenage boy picking up his prom date on the way to the best night of their lives. 

I had pulled some strings to get us a reservation at Eleven Madison.  It is the most highly rated restaurant in New York, always in the top ten in the whole world.  We opted for the 14 course meal with wine pairing.  It was my treat, of course.  Only the best for my sweetie Nelson. 

We were very smitten with each other all through the meal.  At some point our server picked up on all the love and had to chime in.

“What special event are you love birds celebrating?” she asked very innocently.

“Our first date,” Nelson replied, not thinking anything of it.

“This is your first date??? You never met before?” she asked, all puzzled.

“Oh, long story,” I offered.  I didn’t think she wanted to know we were neighbors and then fuck buddies and only now we were on our first date. 

Once we got back, Nelson naturally went to unlock his door so we could go in and have wild sex, this time as two men in love.  I attacked him before he could open the door.  I showered him with kisses all over his lips, his face, his neck, and any other exposed area of his head. We kissed forcefully yet passionately for a good 5 minutes in the hallway. 

I had another trick up my sleeve.

When Nelson finally came up for air so he could unlock the door and let us in, I reached over for a final single kiss on his lips.

“Thank you for a most magical first date.  I am so lucky to have found you,” I said.  “See you in the morning?” and I started walking in the direction of my own apartment door.

Nelson was puzzled. He was confused.  He was counting on a night of mad passionate love.  His face totally gave away his disappointment. 

“You’re not coming in?” he asked, borderline begged.

“Oh, no, dear sir.  This is our first date. I am not sure if it is appropriate for me to come inside and indulge in the pleasures of the flesh on our first date.  We must act more respectfully.” 

I gave him another single kiss on the lips and again walked in the direction of my apartment.  He was stunned!  Almost heartbroken. Like, what the fuck?

Ok, I couldn’t keep the charade any longer.  He was getting too upset with my trickery.

“I’m just kidding with you.  We’re actually going to my place.  Lemme go in first to get something ready and you can come in like in 5 minutes.  Just wait here and I’ll let you know when.”

Nelson’s mood picked up all of a sudden.  Of course I wanted to devour him.  I just had to toy with him a little bit before I would let him have me.  I carefully opened my door and let myself in so that he did not see the inside of the apartment.  I ran around to do the preparations I needed to do.  When everything was set, I took my spot and I yelled: “Door is open, come in!”

Nelson nervously opened the door and slowly walked in.  He had no idea what I was up to, and frankly was a bit nervous about my erratic behavior for the past 5 minutes.  As soon as he walked into the apartment, he couldn’t catch his breath.  His eyes widened up, he looked all over with absolute amazement of a young boy getting his favorite Christmas gift.  His hands naturally went to his mouth to catch his gasp.  He was stunned and speechless at what he was seeing.

That afternoon, I had moved all the furniture in the living room to the sides.  I had placed the mattress from the bedroom in the middle of the living room.  There were over a 100 candles lit all over the living room giving the apartment a nice soft yellow glow.  There were flowers all over the living room.  In front of me there was a bottle of chilled champagne and some strawberries.  Right as he walked in, a jazz version of ‘Love Is In The Air’ was playing on the sound system. 

I was laying there naked, in the middle of the mattress covered with soft plush blankets and pillows, waiting for him.  I told you I’m the romantic type.  I really loved doing kitschy romantic things like this, but until that point there was nobody in my life that was worthy of such showering of love.  Nelson was the only one. He deserved it all.  He could have my heart and my body.

Once he got over the initial shock, he lowered his hands.  His jaw was wide open in amazement.  His eyes were still wide open as well, and he was still looking around to catch every single detail of how I had transformed the living room for this most romantic gesture.  The music was still playing.

“Would you like to join me?” I asked him.

He started approaching me. But then he needed to wipe some tears from his eyes.  This time it was tears of joy, not a mental breakdown.  He crawled on top of the mattress with me, still with his clothes on. I attacked him with my whole naked body.  I pinned him down to the mattress and went straight for his face.  I kissed him all over. I sniffed his scent.  I licked his ears.  I nibbled on his neck.  I was running out of exposed skin areas.  I had to get him naked.  Like, right now. 

I negotiated his jacket off of him.  I ripped his shirt open much the way he had ripped mine open the first time he had attacked my nipples.  Off came the shirt, still with the sleeve buttons on.  Then it was the belt. Then it was the zipper.  The pants and his signature hot pink G-string underwear all came off in one move, all the way down to his ankles.  I went down to his ankles to manage it all.  Off came the shoes, the pants, underwear, and socks.  We were too naked men horny for each other, and madly in love. There was no stopping us. 

I crawled back on top of him and picked up where I had left off.  Some more kisses on the lips and the cheeks.  Some more nibbles on the neck. Nelson was just eager to attack me as well.  He ran his hands all over my back and my asscheecks.  He returned every kiss of mine with a kiss of his in rapid succession.  He was all horned up as well.  So much so that he flipped me on my back and then crawled on top.  He wanted to devour me.

From there, he went to all his favorite spots on my body.  He helped himself to my nipples and my chest, his favorite dessert.  He licked my armpits.  He jerked me off as he kissed my defined six-pack. From there, his head went right to my cock.  He could never have enough cock.  In either hole.

Oh, fuck, of all the times he had blown me in the past, this one felt extra special.  We had confessed our love for each other, so this blowjob came from the heart and soul, not just lust.  There is absolutely no better feeling of having the love of your life blow you. 

But, I didn’t want to be left out.  Last night I had blown him for the first time, and it got interrupted by his mini meltdown.  I needed to reprise that blowjob, this time I hoped to do much better. 

I rolled Nelson partially sideways.  He allowed himself to be rolled over yet expertly never let my cock slide out of his mouth.  I pivoted myself 180 degrees to line my head with his crotch.  This time I put his cock in my mouth right away.  No hesitation, no build up.  It went right in.  His cock was in my mouth again.

We 69’d each other like that for the first time. Damn, such an awesome feeling of being pleasured and bringing pleasure to someone at the same time.  What a genius pose. I still didn’t know if I was doing it right, but I tried my best.  I licked, sucked, kissed, and rolled my nose in his ballsac.  I sniffed his crotch scent and swallowed his precum again.  Down below, his heavenly mouth was doing its usual magic on my member. 

It was time to consummate. We needed to fuck.  I wanted for us to fuck before either one of us would cum from a blowjob.  I got off his dick and turned myself around to face him.  We were face to face again.  I was not done with my plans for the evening.

“Nelson, I am the luckiest man to love you and for you to love me,” I said.  “First and foremost, it took me the longest time to realize that the pleasures you have been bringing me were not of the flesh only.  You are my soulmate. I cherish every single moment we had spent together and hope for a lifetime of more special moments every day.”

I had to lean over and steal a single kiss from his lips before I continued.

“When it comes to bringing me sexual pleasure, I can’t even begin to count how many times you’ve blown me or I fucked you.  We are so sexually compatible, which is amazing since this whole time I thought I was straight.  But then I fell in love with you and I want all of you.

“I know you’re a power bottom.  I have hung out with you and your friends enough to know what that means.  But we’re going to do this together, so I need to know how it feels.  I don’t even know if I will be into it or not, but if I’m going to have a boyfriend and fuck him in the ass, I also want to know how it feels to be fucked. I don’t know, maybe I’m talking too much and going round and round.  Maybe I got that from you.  But what I want is for you to fuck me at least this one time for me to know how it feels.”

I didn’t wait for his reply.  I leaned over and stole one more kiss.  It was amazing how comfortable I had grown to kissing him on the lips so casually.  It was the most natural thing. 

I then leaned back on the pillows.  I spread my legs wide and bent my knees so that I could expose my ass to him.  I wanted for him to see it all and take the lead.  I wanted him in between my legs and up my ass.  I didn’t know anything about it, but I wanted it.  I gave him a very seductive look to hopefully seal the deal.  I was determined to lose my ass virginity that night.  With Nelson, the man I loved. I had already placed the bottle of lube next to the mattress on the floor.

Well, he was stunned.  He wasn’t expecting that.  Once again I could just see his brain churning numbers and scenarios quietly as he put his thoughts together.  I wiggled my ass at him as he made those internal deliberations.

Once he was done with that, he crawled on top of me, on all fours, and looked at me from above.  I didn’t know if he was about to go in or what.  He certainly had not lubed up his cock or my ass yet. 

“Oh, you innocent soul,” he said with a voice of determination. “You tops think that a dick can go up an ass just like that, especially if it is your first time?!?  Nope!  It takes a lot of practice and experience for an ass to take a dick as easily as mine does.  You have a lot to learn, my sweet innocent Guy.”

He bent down and kissed me softly on the lips.  Nothing sexy, just a casual little stolen kiss since his head was only a couple of inches above mine.

“Wait up a moment, I’m gonna get something from my apartment,” he said and he got off the mattress.  Naked as he was, with a raging boner, he casually went out the door into the hallway into his own apartment to get whatever it is he needed.  That top floor was so private, of course we could walk there naked in the middle of sex.

He returned a minute later with a little flat square white box. He crawled back on the mattress and put the box down on one side, not too far from the bottle of lube. I still had no idea what was in the little box.

“First, we have to get you relaxed down there a bit,” he said. 

With no warning, he dove his head in between my thighs, elevated my legs and put them behind his back. Just like that his face was up my crack and he started munching.  His tongue was in my asshole right away.  No teasing, he just went for the prize. 

He started munching down there as if that was the tastiest thing he had ever had.  He was determined to lick it all.  He stiffened his tongue and tried to get into the center of my rosebud.  My virgin sphincter was tight; his soft tongue was no match.  But he tried.  Nelson tried.  He kept trying to penetrate me with his muscular tongue.  Just to make strides, he also cupped my pelvic bones to hold on tight as he squeezed his head deeper and deeper into my flesh.  Damn, that felt awesome.  If we did nothing else that night, I could climax just based on this.  But I had to hold back.  I didn’t want to cum before being fucked.  I was in for the long run.

Nelson was right.  My sphincter was tight.  It was not ready for penetration. I could feel myself relax down there the longer he munched.  With every lick, my tension eased up a bit, feeling my entire pelvis melt in his soft mouth.  Yes, he knew what he was doing. He was not a novice like me. 

After a good 10 minutes of rimming me, Nelson finally withdrew his face.  My ass was nice and wet.  I was ready for him.  I was ready to lose my cherry to Nelson.  This nice straight boy was going to offer his ass to a handsome power bottom gay man.  It was a highly unusual situation, but that’s what I wanted, and that’s what Nelson was going to give to me.

Nelson bent sideways and opened the white box he had brought with him from his apartment.  In it there were 3 glass dildos in increasing size.  Later I would learn these were dilators.  They are used to relax an ass before being penetrated.  I loved that Nelson totally knew what needed to be done and was prepared for it.

He picked up the smallest glass dildo and the lube.  First he applied some lube to his right hand and then touched my ass with that lubed hand.  It made me gasp a bit, from the cold wetness of the substance.  His mouth and tongue were so much warmer than the cold wet lube. 

He pointed with his index finger right on top of my hole.  My hole was already a bit relaxed from the rimming earlier.  He tried to push in first with just the finger.  He was right, my ass was not as ready as I thought.  I never had anything up there. It was foolish of me to think his dick was going to go right in.  I’m so glad Nelson knew what he needed to do.

He was very slow and gentle.  We had all night.  There was no need to rush.  His one finger very slowly wiggled in.  I could feel it glide in, thanks to that generous portion of lube the had used.  Eventually just the first third of his finger made it in.  He was right in the middle of my sphincter. Damn, that was tight.  I kept breathing long steady breaths to relax myself down there. 

He looked into my eyes.  It was the first time we had looked at each with him being inside of me.  I nodded yes.  I was ready for more.  He bent over and gave me another gentle kiss on my lips before he went back to concentrate on my ass.  Did I tell you already how lucky I was to have Nelson as my soulmate?

With my approval nod, and with that gentle kiss to seal the deal, he pushed his one finger a bit more in.  Once he was past the sphincter, the rest of it went in with more ease. I could feel my bowels wrap themselves around him, the very first part of his body to penetrate me.

His finger was all the way in.  He just rested there for a moment.  He then withdrew it a bit, allowed it to sit for a second, and then re-inserted it.  That was it.  I was getting fucked.  Albeit a finger-fuck, but still a fuck.  I was being penetrated.  After a few more of these in and out motions, he took his finger out.  He grabbed the smallest dildo and lubed it well. 

He pointed the dildo at my ass and started the task.  That small glass dildo was such a clever device for dilating.  No ridges, no friction, just a small amount of girth to push the sphincter open.  That’s exactly what I needed.  The glass dildo went in a lot easier than I thought. 

Nelson let the dildo sit there for a while.  Meanwhile, he reached over with his other hand and started stroking my dick for me.  My entire pelvis was being stimulated by Nelson, from the inside and out.  As a straight man, I never knew you could get pleasure from your dick and your ass all at the same time. 

A couple of minutes later he took out the small dildo and replaced it with the medium size.  That was a lot more pressure.  That took a lot more convincing from my sphincter to let it in.  But it did get in. Once again, Nelson let the dildo sit in there and stroked me both to pleasure me and to pass time. 

The medium dildo came out and it was time for the big boy.  It was about the size of my own cock, maybe just a tad bigger than Nelson.  If I could handle this last one, I was gonna be ready for Nelson.  I was determined.  I was ready. 

Nelson applied a good amount of lube to the big dildo.  He applied more lube to my ass.  It was odd to see that reversal of roles, him taking over my ass and making me his bitch.  But it was me who had asked for it.

OMG!  OMG!  That one was big.  It really struggled to get it in.  Damn, I was seeing stars.  How do you gay guys do it all the time?  Damn, I felt I was being torn apart.  Nelson was being so gentle, but still.  That big one put my ass on fire.  I literally felt heat radiating from my pelvis all the way up my spine.  But once the pain became bearable, the pleasure started.  Wait, now I get it.  Yes, that feeling of having something inside of you, filling a void.  Yes, I was in.  Yes, I was getting to like it.

Nelson did a few in and out motions with the big dildo.  Each time there was less pain and more heat.  By then, we had been going at my ass for like a good 45 minutes, between all the rimming and the 3 sizes of the glass dildo. This much time and the real action had not even started yet.  Stupid me, I thought we could just go for it.  I’m glad Nelson knew what he was doing.

At last the big dildo came out.  It was time for the main action.  As soon as Nelson removed the dildo, I felt a void.  I was just getting to enjoy this, and then it was gone.  But I knew I was going to get Nelson’s dick next, so all was good.

I don’t know what got into me, but the void I felt in my ass made me reach with my own hand and touch my hole.  I felt how my sphincter was so relaxed.  Again, out of nowhere, I put one finger up my own ass.  It went in so easily, after getting dilated over a slow but caring 45 minutes.  I withdrew my finger.  It was covered with lube.  All that lube that Nelson had used to open me up with.

I just made a shocking observation.  I noticed my finger was otherwise clean.  All those dildos that came in and out of me were also clean.  It was by pure luck that I was clean down there without even planning it.  I was such a novice, it never occurred to me to clean myself up in advance.  I was so damn lucky I was clean.  Nelson had been clean there every single time I had fucked him.  Nelson had always discretely done his homework; I was just super lucky things worked out.

Nelson then applied a hefty amount of lube to his cock.  It was time.  He was going to take my ass cherry.  I was going to feel how it would be to have a man up my ass.  Maybe even he would cum in me, making me his.  Just the thought of it almost made me cum.  I had to hold back.

“Your first time, it might be easier on you if we do doggy style,” Nelson wisely offered.

“But I want to see you as you fuck me.  I want you on top of me, not behind me the first time.” 

I lifted my legs as high up as I could and made my knees touch my chest, right next to my juicy nipples he loved so much.

“Now come on and fuck me.  I can’t wait any longer.”  I had gotten myself so psyched for this.  And all that teasing with the dilators made me yearn for more. 

Nelson crawled on top of me.  He put one hand on either side of me, and knelt just below my ass that was high up in the air.  He then guided his erect dick, which had been ready for action all this time, in the direction of my hole. Damn, he touched it.  He touched my hole with his cock.  This shit was so gay, but I was game.  I wanted it.  I wanted to feel Nelson inside of me for once.

“You’re ready?” he asked before going in.

I nodded yes.

“Remember to breathe.  Just try to relax everything,” he reassured me.

He pushed the tip in a bit and let it rest there.  I was so glad he had dilated me already.  The tip felt so good.  It was such a more natural feeling for the fleshy tip of a cock getting in compared to the hard glass dildos.  This felt so good. He then started pushing the rest of his shaft in.  I could feel him glide in. I never knew the inside of your ass has this many sensory nerves. 

Nelson was in.  He was all the way in.  The lower part of his six packs hit my taint.  He was all the way in.  He just rested there for a moment, letting my body adjust.  He totally knew how it was done.  Every time I had fucked him I just rammed it in and went at it.  But he was careful and gentle.  Just what I needed for my first time.

“Are you OK?” he asked.  I love it when he checks in, rather than just assuming.

I nodded yes.  Truth is, the whole day I had built up in my head the idea of getting fucked.  I just wanted it to happen.  I wanted to feel what I had been doing to Nelson all this time. 

Nelson started slow thrusts. Wow, all those nerves down there.  I felt every little vein and fold of his cock glide in and out.  Nelson slowly picked up the pace and the distance.  I was so lucky I was pre-dilated for this.  It made the whole experience so much more natural rather than painful.  I was able to enjoy this rather than be in pain.

Damn, that felt good.  The thrusts, the heat, the friction, it was all good.  All my life as a straight man I never knew I could derive sexual pleasure from any other organ than my cock.  But here we were, my ass was sending waves of pleasure all over my body.

I was getting the hang of it.  I was in love, and the love of my life was fucking me up the ass.  Never in my life I would have thought this is how things would turn out.  But I was so lucky they did.

Nelson was looking at me from above me as he was impaling himself in me.  He was a really good fuck, even though he thought of himself as a power bottom.  I looked up at him, in total awe and with so much love.  All of a sudden I was even more in love.  I needed to kiss him.  I reached over and grabbed his head and pulled him to me.  I lifted up my own head to meet him halfway.  Our lips met.  We started kissing again.  I was getting his luscious mouth on one end and his dick up the other end.  Both ends were totally engaged.

His bending over like that put even more pressure on my prostate.  My own dick was flopping in between our bodies with every thrust.  I was in heaven.  I was getting pleasure from every angle.  This is what I had been waiting for all day.  This is what I had psyched myself over all day.  I was not going to turn into a power bottom; that role was reserved for Nelson.  But I was so happy to feel what Nelson felt every single time. 

Damn, I was going to climax.  I was going to shoot, without even touching myself. It was coming out of me.  Loads of hot cum, fresh from my balls, shot in between our bodies.  Nelson picked up on this and made his thrusts even more forceful.  It was as though he wanted to milk it all out of me from the inside.  He gave me some of the most forceful thrusts yet, the kind you do when you want to fuck the shit out of someone. 

When I was done, Nelson pulled down.  With just a couple of strokes more he shot his load all over my belly and chest.  It mixed in with my own cum, and you couldn’t tell which area came out of whom.  I was a royal mess of hot cum.

Unsurprisingly, Nelson bent down and licked both of our loads and swallowed it all.  It is amazing how much that guy just instinctively swallowed any cum the moment he saw any.  He was insatiable.  I would have to try swallowing cum some other time. 

After that we collapsed on the mattress next to each other.  At first we were just each immersed in our own thoughts, on our first official date, on the first time Nelson fucked me.  Later on, with no words being exchanged, we started another kissing session on that mattress on the floor.  That lead to me fucking Nelson this time.  I fucked him a second time before we went to sleep.

The following Friday night at Nelson’s watching RuPaul, all the usual suspects were there.  It was the All Stars season now.  We decided we were going to tell all the guys that Nelson and I were officially an item.  Exactly nobody was surprised or even caught off guard.  They all assumed we were a couple this whole time and just didn’t tell them.  Well, maybe we were fucking all this time, but, hmmmm, but it depends from what point on you’d count us as an official couple.

The most ecstatic person was Nelson’s mom.  That weekend we both FaceTimed his parents.  Mrs. Wong had only met me that one time when she was sick.  But she could not stop praising me and thanking me for making her son so happy.  His father had a perpetual smile, but he was never the talkative type.

I thought I should tell my parents on my own, before bringing Nelson into this.  Everybody, including my own self, thought I was straight this whole time.  I called them from my own apartment.  Truth be told, they were less shocked than I thought they’d be.  They kinda gave me the impression they had always known something was different about me being more open minded to people and experiences.  They wished me all the best, and invited Nelson and I to go for a visit.

Fast forward two years.  Nelson and I got married in a beautiful venue in Paris.  That was where we had our first trip together, and also where I always considered home despite growing up in Boston.

Photo 26: The wedding

To this day, every day I love Nelson more than yesterday.  I love all his “isms”.  The way he rambles non-stop.  The way silence is his enemy.  The way sometimes you can see him think out multiple scenarios before talking again.  The way he is always chipper and in a good mood.  The way that deep inside all that façade of chipper and good mood there is a very delicate person that only I have access to. Most of all, I love the way he adores me.  He has unconditional puppy love for me.  I know not to abuse that unconditional love.  I am just lucky to be on the recipient side of it every day. 

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I hope you enjoyed this long love story.  I didn’t want to give the punchline away in the introduction.  Normally my stories follow friendship, love, sex.  But in this story I explored friendship, sex, love.  The sex started casual, but then it intensified into love and then the whole thing changed.  It was a magical ride for me writing this new sequence. 

This story was inspired indeed by a new neighbor moving into our floor.  He is that devastatingly handsome straight man who is so good looking it is hard to maintain eye contact with him.  He is just effortlessly goodlooking, without gimmicks or fashion or anything else accentuating his looks.  The idea for the story was ‘what if’ there was an arrangement for a gay neighbor to go over and blow him from to time as some kind of an agreement. 

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