Quid Pro Quo

At the age of five, I met Coby. We became buddies after that first meeting and would remain best friends from that day onward. A rather comical aspect of our relationship was that my name is Cory, so you can imagine how often our names were mixed up. By the age of fourteen, I knew I was gay, but never mentioned this fact to anyone, especially Coby. At the age of seventeen, however, during our final school year, Coby finally found out I was gay. On the day he found out it was the result of a silly mistake that I normally never made, being very cautious by nature.

We often spent afternoons in one another’s company after school, mostly at my home. The reason for this was that my place was closer to school and therefore served as a watering hole for Coby on his way home.

After I returned from a visit to the toilet that day, Coby was sitting in front of my computer looking at my screensavers. ‘Oh fuck I left my desktop open.’ I realized.

Observing the slideshow of hunky guys, he asked, “Cory… why do you have dudes on your screensavers?” Looking directly at me he then continued, “Is there something I don’t know about you?”

As I stood before him ashen-faced a million excuses race through my mind. Finally realizing that I was fucked, I simply replied, “Yes, I’m gay.”

“Why have you never told me?” He queried.

“I’ve never told anyone,” I answered.

“How long have you known?” he inquired.

“For about four years… I didn’t want to risk our friendship,” I replied, ashamedly, shrugging like an idiot.

“So, gay and straight men can’t be friends?” he asked, incredulously.

“Coby, if people find out I’m gay that will put you in a bad light,” I tried to explain.

“After twelve years of friendship, you should know that I don’t give a fuck about what people think,” he replied, somewhat irritated.

I again shrugged in reply.

After a short pause, he questioned, “Have you ever tried it with a woman?”

“I haven’t even had proper sex with a man, let alone a woman,” I answered.

“Then how do you know you’re gay?” he probed.

“When I look at the guys on my screensaver, the same thing that happens to you when you see a beautiful woman happens to me,” I replied, pleased that the mood in the room had lightened.

With a laugh, he then said, “Well maybe we should organize a blowjob for you, then at least you’ll have tried something with a girl.” We both burst out laughing at his comment.

Joking with him I countered, “I’d rather give you a blowjob than receive one from a female.” I immediately regretting my silly gag as his expression became serious.

Having had enough of the current banter, I tried to return to our former discussion prior to my toilet visit. As I spoke Coby lent back in the chair and observed me with his hands behind his head. During a brief pause, Coby asked, “Would you seriously suck me off?”

I didn’t know how to respond, not knowing if a yes, or no, would offend him. With my mind working overtime I took the middle option, hoping that my reply might bewilder him. “On one condition,” I replied.

“What’s the condition?” he queried.

“Well, you would first have to kiss me. Not a peck on the cheek, but a nice and slow sloppy kiss.” I stated in jest.

“Wow, that’s a bit intimate,” he answered.

“Oh, so having a cock in one’s mouth is not intimate, but a kiss is?” I countered.

Coby laughed. “You got me there, but why a kiss?” he inquired.

“Quid pro quo,” I announced.

“Huh?” Coby uttered.

“Quid pro quo... It’s a Latin term meaning; something for something. You get what you want, and I get what I want.” I replied, mentally chastising myself for getting this ball rolling.

“How long must the kiss last?” he asked.

Coby was somewhat of a practical joker. I felt sure that at any point he was about to laugh and say that he made an ass out of me. A little flustered I answered, “Well, a blowjob takes about five minutes, so I guess about five minutes will do the trick.”

“What if a blowjob takes longer?” he questioned, smiling.

“Well, then you score,” I countered, fully expecting him to start ribbing me.

As I sat on the bed Coby got off the chair and moved toward me. “Get up,” he ordered.

I arose gingerly. When his head enclosed on mine, I instinctively turned my head to the side. Coby placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face towards his mouth.

“I want my fucking blowjob, now take your kiss,” he instructed. As he began kissing me my mouth opened to him intuitively. I am not sure how long the kiss lasted but knew for sure that I was experiencing the greatest thrill of my life. Entwined in each other’s arms I surrendered to the total bliss.

When our lips eventually parted Coby began undressing. “Let’s get naked bro,” he suggested. I had obviously seen Coby’s cock during the preceding years, but the erect version before me was awe-inspiring. He sat down on the edge of the bed with his legs wide apart, before leaning backward with his hands behind his head.

“Quid pro quo, Cory,” he announced.

Kneeling before him, I nervously placed my hand on his knob. I had never felt anything more sensual in my life. Moving my head forward I inhaled the masculinity of his crotch before I began licking Coby’s shaft, to murmurs of satisfaction from him. Shifting my mouth downwards I began lapping on his balls.

“Fuck yeah, fuuuck… lick my nuts, yes, lick those fucking nuts,” he groaned.

After a minute or two I returned my lips up Coby’s shaft again and after pulling his foreskin back I placed them around his cockhead. When I started lolling my tongue around the knob-head, he began to gasp with delight.

Lowering my mouth soon after, my lips slid down his shaft before I leisurely started bobbing my head up and down. Coby began to grunt with ecstasy as I quickened my pace. “Stop, fuck bro, stop, I don’t want to cum too quickly,” he grunted.

I did as requested, giving him a brief respite. Returning to his balls I now gave them a good working over. Every so often, he gave his dick a tug or two as I suckled on his nuts. Lustful sighs and whimpers flowed from Coby, as he pulled my head into his crotch. Soon after, Coby’s hand was guiding his knob back into my mouth. Clamping my head he began face-fucking me, slowly initially, gradually gathering momentum.

“Can, I, cum in your mouth,” he stutteringly murmured. I nodded agreeably, before sampling the most delectable nectar in the world.

As we dressed, he mentioned that of the three blowjobs he had thus far experienced, mine was definitely the best. Coby left soon after. I was rather concerned about the fallout of our action as I sat in my room that afternoon.

The following day at school things appeared to be pretty normal, but that afternoon and for several days after, Coby did not join me in my home after school. I was disappointed, but not upset. I reasoned that Coby was probably suffering from ‘gay-remorse’ in some or other way.

Eight days later I was surprised when Coby again elected to enter my home. I wondered if our former encounter would be spoken about that afternoon. My question was soon answered after entering my room and dropping our school bags. In a flash, we were kissing, and less than a minute later, we were romping naked on the bed. A further surprise came when Coby climbed on top of me in the sixty-nine position.

We had a good thirty-minute session that afternoon, with Coby continually rotating his body as we sucked and kissed. When we finally came, he also swallowed my spunk.

For the remainder of the year, we frequently enjoyed our afternoon stints. Strangely, he never asked if he could penetrate me anally. I thought that for some or other reason, that was probably a bridge too far for him.

A week before the end of our final vacation, however, before we left for our respective colleges, Coby finally asked me if I would allow him to fuck me. The first encounter wasn’t too pleasant, but thereafter, once I learned to relax it became awesome.

Coby loved the anal approach and became a lot more verbal, constantly ‘berating’ me. Naturally, I played along happily. “Yes… fuck me hard,” I pleaded, to his great satisfaction.

Playfully tormenting me, he held still before ordering me to, “Beg for it.”

“Please… please fuck me,” I implored.

“Earn it!” he commanded pulling his cock out of me. “First suck my fucking nuts.”

I licked and suck on his balls before he again instructed me to get on the bed and pull my legs back. Coby then rubbed my hole with his knob, soliciting me to start pleading. After I had begged enough he slammed into me again, to gasps my approval and appreciation from me. This scenario played itself out two or three more times before he finally unloaded. It was clear that he got off on the control, but I didn’t mind at all. I was very pleased that Coby was my ‘first.’

Although we saw one another during college holidays, nothing sexual ever happened between us again. I understood and accepted the situation.

Coby later married and had two children and I eventually entered a relationship with a wonderful man named Raymond.

Coby and I remained friends and we all got together from time to time. Our clique got on famously and it was always wonderful to spend a day in each other’s company.

One Sunday during a visit, as Coby and I tended the meat on the barbeque he asked me, “Have you ever told Raymond about us?”

“No,” I replied. “That will always remain our secret.”

He smiled, and then uttering a restrained laugh said, “Quid pro quo.”