Show and Tell

Griff was a good friend, an old fraternity buddy from my UGA days. We had been tight since Rush our freshman year, and even though he seemed a little weirded out when I finally came out to him senior year, we quickly settled back into our regular best-bud groove. That bump in our friendship was probably inevitable. Griff was straight as an arrow, and a total pussy hound.

Until he wasn't. Just after his 30th birthday, just after he moved to Atlanta, Griff came out to me. We were in some sports bar in Buckhead, and it was the last conversation I expected on a Thursday night out to watch the game. I put my surprise behind me and decided I was going to be as supportive a friend as I could be. Maybe it's the way I wish Griff had been when I told him I was gay, though I didn't harbor any real hard feelings. Mostly, I just listened to my buddy as he unloaded.

"I wasn't even gonna tell you, to be honest," he admitted with a blush to his masculine-handsome face, a neatly trimmed beard showing off his blue eyes. "But I figured now that I was in the same city, you'd see me on Grindr or something."

"Damn, buddy," I exclaimed. I didn't know what I thought of that.

He looked up at me, a winning smile forming nervously on his mug. "Yeah, that's an asshole thing to say," he admitted. "I guess I still feel guilty for pretending to you because of my own shit."

"Buddy this is one part of life where you get a mulligan," I assured him. "For real." Then, "I'm glad you told me, Griff."

* * *

After that we were even tighter than before. I don't think I realized how awesome it was to have a true friend to bond with again. I'd adapted to the big city gay scene pretty well and had a circle of guys to hang out with. But it sometimes felt superficial with them. Everything was a joke or a witty comeback. With Griff, we didn't have to pretend to be more clever than we were. We were just us, you know.

And we bonded as mentors for each other. Griff encouraged me to work out more and gave me lifting and nutrition tips. If I could look half as good as him, I'd be thrilled, but I was making real gains and had to measure myself against that.

For his part, Griff kept asking me about sex and dating advice. He still felt like he was behind in the whole gay thing and had to adjust to the rituals of hookups and dating. It turns out we both considered ourselves tops, exclusively so, but while Griff met bottoms he was into, they never stuck around.

"Don't know what I'm doing wrong, Alex," he confessed one night. Over a year, Griff had opened up to me, a lot.

"How you make 'em feel, bud?" I asked.

"Feel?" he asked. "I dunno... well-fucked," he leered.

"I mean emotionally, doofus," I taunted. "A bottom may completely bitch out for you in bed, but he still wants to feel like a king, you know. He's given you a gift, man, and you gotta respect that."

Griff chuckled and gave me a sideways look as he pulled a sip from his beer. "You're making that shit up," he smirked.

"Maybe," I said. "But it's how I got Trevor to stick around." Trevor was my boyfriend for the last year and a half. "And the dude's the most amazing power bottom."

Griff seemed to mull it over. "Maybe, dude. I think sometimes I have a hard time being emotional with a guy. Could be all those years where I suppressed the sex drive."

I patted his back. "You don't gotta be a chick, or anything. Just let him know how grateful you are.""

* * *

Griff gave it the college try, and I was pleased to see him date a guy for a while. Stephen. Cute fucker, nice guy. But after a half year, they broke up. I wasn't gonna pester Griff to see why, but he volunteered anyway.

"I tried not to be shallow, Alex, but Stephen gave lousy head."

I chuckled. "Sorry for laughing, man."

Griff laughed back. "It's cool. Sometimes you gotta laugh." He paused and decided whether to continue. "I tried to follow your advice, man. But there's this thrill when...." he lowered his voice nervously. "when some guy is down there servicing you... I dunno, that shit gets me off big time."

I nodded. Maybe Griff was a dom at heart. Or maybe he was trying to reconcile the thrill of a hookup with a steady boyfriend. I had an idea. "Tell me if I'm out of line, buddy. But what do you think of me and Trev showing you how we do it?"

For a second I thought he'd freak out, or at least say fuck no. But Griff was intrigued. "What? You gonna put on a sex show for me, man?"

"Something like that," I explained. "You'd get some grade-A head out of it, too. Trevor and I like to play with others, and I know he thinks you're cute."

"I am cute, motherfucker," he joked. I was glad Griff was taking the suggestion in stride. "So, what, you guys been planning this?" he asked.

"Not exactly planning, but you know how gay guys are. We like to talk about the guys we'd fuck around with."

My friend seemed to be putting two and two together. " So you been wanting to fuck around with me, Alex?"

Time to be honest. "Dude... this goes against every part of the Bro Code, but if you weren't a total top and an intimidating fucker, I would have made my move long ago."

He gave a slight smile then replied quietly, "Same, bro."

My heart pounded. "So... what do you think?"

"Your guy give good head?" Griff asked. He was warming up to the idea all right.

"The best," I boasted. "Not lying, man."

* * *

I thought it would be awkward, but something about my friend's relaxed nature - not to mention my and Trevor's solid comfort with threesomes - that made it seem natural. Griff was up front that he wasn't gonna kiss Trevor, which seemed like a smart move. But his eye contact was heavy and flirty as he walked into our living room on the appointed afternoon.

"Alex says you got the hots for me," he said to my boyfriend.

Trevor, thankfully didn't miss a beat. "Tall, strapping dude, great chest... yeah, you're hot, man." My boyfriend is shorter than me and has a thing for tall guys. As he stood next to me, his hand traveled up and down my back and I felt my dick get hard in my loose gym shorts.

This was the make or break point, as Griff saw the boner form. Us crossing that line and if not having sex with one another exactly, we were having sex together.

"You Ok with this, bud?" I asked. One last check in.

"Yeah," he breathed excitedly, looking between me and Trevor. "Let's not overthink this. I'm a horny dude, you guys are horny dudes, right?"

"Right," I started to answer. Only Trevor was crouching down in front of me, massaging my cock to full hardness before slipping down the shorts. There I was, erect in front of my buddy. As he sized me up, he was pulling down his joggers, showing off his swinging, growing dick.

I had a flash of shallow competitiveness as I realized I was hung bigger than Griff. Not as thick, quite, but longer by a solid inch. Still, my friend had a beautiful cock. Uncut, meaty, and pulsing quickly to an erection as he watched Trevor start to blow me.

I looked down, and now my pride was directed at Trevor. He wasn't a sub or anything but he really was orally inclined and really loved blowing me.

"Damn, he's really going to town," I heard Griff say. I looked back up. Those blue eyes were watching Trevor bob up and down, surprised at how much my boyfriend was taking with each go.

"Dude, he's not even started his deep throat yet?"

I could see Griff's incredulous look, and I felt sorry for my buddy for a moment. Like he'd never had the full ride, despite his hot looks.

Trevor was in show-off mode cause he started taking me to the root. Pausing with a two-mississippi swallow at the base before backing off. Then repeating it. Within a few times it was up to three-mississippi. Finally, Trevor pulled off to get a good breath and look up at me and Griff.

I leaned down and kissed my man, softly. Trevor loved the hard-soft treatment and having Griff there was working him up big time.

"You up for me doing the driving, stud?" I asked. This was something we'd been working up to. Normally, my equipment was a challenge for a face fuck.

But Trevor nodded. "Yeah," he grunted. I rewarded him with a deeper kiss then pulled back and leaned up. Fisting my cock, I taunted him for a second. "Just tap my leg when it's too much, babe," I reminded him. Then I nudged my cock head between his wet lips and pushed in.

I loved this, a lot, but it was the fact that Griff was watching that really made my balls tingle with each inward push. I held Trevor's head, gently massaging the hair above his ears as my thrusts grew deeper and more urgent.

Griff was enthralled. He sat on the sofa and pulled off his joggers and his T-shirt and spread his legs to tug at his erection as he watched. "Jesus, man, this is so hot."

There were a few unexpected moments of resistance from Trevor's throat, but pretty soon my cute boyfriend was relaxing for me. My dick pushed deep and my balls tapped his chin with each face thrust.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped, feeling orgasm hit me. "I'm cumming guys," I cried, my regular thrusting now more spasmodic jabs in Trevor's gullet. I hoped he could take it. "Hot fucking throat," were my last words before the first spurt of my ejaculation.

Trevor moaned around my pistoning cock, eager for my cum. Between the tightness of his throat and the suction of him wanting my sperm, it felt like a cock milking machine. I blushed hot and felt the orgasm travel from my balls and cock up through my whole body.

I finally stopped and slowly extracted myself. Trevor had that coming-up-for-air intensity on his face, before it broke into a proud smile. I leaned down and kissed him again. Romantically, slowly, even though he was now worked up sexually.

"You're the best, babe," I purred, softly but loud enough for Griff to hear. "So good to me."

"I spoil you, don't I?" Trevor laughed.

I patted his cheek and stroked it with my fingers. "Hell yeah, you do." My boyfriend leaned up and I could see the hardon in his shorts. Sometimes he liked to stroke his dick while blowing me, but for now, it was about us, first. "I'm grateful every single day," I added. I winked at him, then nodded over at where Griff was sitting. "Think you could spoil my friend a little?" I asked.

Trevor nodded. Enthusiastic as I'd ever seen him with a threesome. "Absolutely."

I loved the next five minutes. That feeling of being sexually satisfied but also turned on for the exhibition those guys were going to put on for me. I sat on the couch next to Griff, who now seemed like a different man. Sexual, ready to get head.

I was worried my buddy would take too many liberties with Trevor. His tool was thicker and if he tried the face fuck thing, it might not go well. But Griff really was into lying back and getting serviced. I mean he was downright passive as he reclined and watched Trevor do his sword-swallowing act.

It was hot to watch, in part because Griff is a sex stud. But something rubbed me the wrong way, and I got bossy. "Don't just like there, bro. Let him know how good he is."

Griff seemed shocked as he looked over. "Whaddya mean?"

I scooted closer. "Rub his neck... tell him how it feels.... even a 'oh yeah' lets him know he's doing you right."

"He's doing me right for sure," Griff smiled lewdly, getting into it. I gathered he wasn't naturally verbal but he was trying it out. "Best head I've gotten, even."

Trevor pulled off, slurping his excess saliva from the hooded end of Griff's thick cock. "He'd just busting your chops, man," he chuckled.

"Nah, it's cool," Griff assured him. "You really are fucking amazing, bro."

Trevor's brown eyes gleamed in the afternoon light. "How do you normally like your blowjobs, Griff?" he asked.

That got a big smile from my friend. He spread his legs wider and just looked at my boyfriend playfully. "Dude... however the fuck you want to give 'em. I love it all... it's not gonna take long to get me off today."

Trevor ran his hand up and down my friend's meaty tool, assessing. "You're pretty thick, man.... OK if I just focus on milking ya?"

"Never gonna complain about that," Griff growled. That growl grew deeper as Trevor started his favorite trick, quick twisting descents on the first four inches while his right hand played with Griff's balls and the left massaged the lower shift.

"DUUUDE, holy fuck!" Griff cried, really loud actually. "Shit!"

"You like that?" I teased.

Griff looked over at me. Just for a second, because he preferred to watch Trevor work his magic. "Trevor's gonna suck me right the fuck off, man.... gonna cum in your boyfriend's hot fucking mouth."

"Do it," I urged. "Go for it, buddy. He wants it. Wants your cum."

Griff nodded, and I thought I was seeing classic performance anxiety a guy can get when he's expected to cum on cue. But instead Griff took a deep breath and let out a masculine bellow. Trevor coughed a little on Griff's heavy ejaculation, but then sucked it right down in order. Griff's muscular body shook like an earthquake was taking over it, then he relaxed back on the couch just as Trevor relinquished his prick.

Maybe it would freak my friend out, but I had to kiss Trevor. Both to taste Griff's cum, but also to thank him for servicing my bud. Every bit of that kiss was incredible. And Griff's smirk as we broke off told me he was OK with it.

I now patted Trevor's shoulder. "All right, time to get you off, stud," I said to my boyfriend. Trevor nodded and pulled down his shorts, off his leaking cock. I wasn't adverse to giving Trevor a blow job, though I lacked his skills. But with threesomes, his favorite thing was to feel both guys against him. It was even better if fucking was on the menu, but this would have to do. As Trevor lay back on the couch, between me and Griff, I started feeling up my boyfriend's compact, meaty body and kissing along his corded neck. "Can you take the other side, bro?" I asked Griff.

He figured out what to do, matching my actions on Trevor's right flank, as my boyfriend started jerking his cock excitedly.

"God, guys," he hissed, fully in heat now.

I pulled Trevor to a deep kiss. No longer gentle, more a tongues-battling fuck-kiss. And once I pulled off, Trevor turned his head to the other end. Despite his plan, our plan, Griff went with it, meeting my boyfriend in a heated French kiss.

Trevor fired, hard. Jets of semen flew out of his cock and all over his chest and abs. It was beautiful to watch, and I was grateful Trevor got such pleasure to compensate for the pleasure he gave me and Griff.

My friend was pulling back from the kiss to watch the cum, and he too was impressed by the size of Trevor's load. He grinned and patted Trevor's chest. He looked up and caught my gaze. Then he nodded.

It was the signal. I leaned in and kissed my friend. For the first time. Maybe for the last. But it was hot as fuck.

Then, it was like the spell was broken. I pulled back and went to get the guys some washcloths to wipe down. Silently, we got dressed, then it was regular small talk. We'd all gotten our rocks off and now it was our normal selves returning. We offered Griff a drink, but he declines, saying he had plans that evening.

I walked Griff to the door.

"Thanks for that, Alex," he said, kind of quietly, patting me on the shoulder. "You're a lucky man."

"I know," I said. I don't know why Griff's approval meant so much to me, but it did.

We paused. Griff seemed unable to take his hand off my delt muscle, and neither of us seemed unable to break eye contact. "Maybe we'll do it again?" It was a tentative question, but Griff was throwing it out there.

"Yeah," came my own tentative answer. I'd have to talk to Trevor, and talk about boundaries. But my reply was letting Griff know I was on the same wavelength.

We kissed, one more time. But was a longer and softer kiss then before. I was feeding off the transgressive thrill of kissing my best friend, and instinctively I knew Griff was feeling every bit the same.

"All right," I smiled as I pulled loose finally. I could have kissed Griff all night, but I also knew I had to rein it in and quick, this attraction to Griff. "Talk to you later, man."

He looked excited, like he'd gotten a new toy. "Yeah, bud. Later. You're the best." He left me with a fist bump.

And like that, I shut the door, walking back inside and wondering just how greedy I'd be if I hit Trevor up for another blowjob.