Steve

It was late Autumn 1988. I graduated from college in May and was hired as a graphic designer for a large manufacturing company. I spent much of my time designing equipment manuals for off-shore drilling tools and would equally spend time in the warehouse, gathering the finished product to illustrate. 

Over the past few months of running down to the warehouse, I became friends with Steve, the warehouse manager. He was 25 years old, 6'1, dark hair, well-built guy, recently divorced after 6-months of marriage, and we started working out together at his place. Since turning 23 years old, I developed an interest in bodybuilding, and Steve needed a spotter. We instantly bonded over our shared interest. 

On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I would drive to Steve's one-bedroom apartment on the second floor of an older two-story home. His apartment was definitely a bachelor pad. Terribly decorated, second-hand furniture, small old kitchen, living room, and huge bedroom where he kept the bench press, and we would do our workouts. 

Sometimes Steve would tell me stories about his "crazy" ex-wife and find a girlfriend soon to get laid as we worked out. After our workouts, I would hang out at Steve's place for a short time, watch the Oprah talk show with him, talk, and leave.

As we became closer friends, I felt the need to tell Steve that I was gay. Only because I felt comfortable around him, and he always said to me, "we need to go out and get some pussy."

After one of our workouts, I decided to tell Steve about my secret.

"Hey man, I got to be real with you, and we've become close friends," I said nervously. "I hope that what I say don't freak you out or I lose a friend. I am gay, and I hope we can keep this between us because I am not really out."

Steve looked at me for what seemed like an hour. 

"Dude, it's cool. I have gay friends and glad you felt comfortable telling me. No way, this will affect our friendship." Steve said to me. "you'll have to be my wingman now and help get me some pussy. Girls feel comfortable around gay men!" He said with a laugh.

"Deal, man!" I said, laughing along with him. After I confessed to Steve, we became closer friends and more open with each other. Our workout conversations and routines remained normal. 

A few weeks later, On a Friday night and I drove to Steve's apartment to work out. Steve was his usual jovial self, encouraging me to bench press the 225 lbs he had set up on the bench. As I laid back on the bench press, looking up at the bar to find my grip. I noticed Steve was semi-erect in his tight black spandex shorts. I could see the well-defined outline of the head of his cock.

As attractive as Steve is, I never sexually looked at him and needed to refocus my attention on working out my chest. I lifted the 225 lbs that Steve set up.

"Fuck yeah! you did it, man!" Steve said. "I've noticed your chest is really coming along!"

"Thanks. I've been noticing my body changing!" I replied.

After our workout, we stood in the kitchen, and Steve wanted beers.

"It's Friday night, no work tomorrow, so let's drink!" Steve said, handing me a beer. 

We sat on his couch with the Oprah talk show playing in the background, and Steve randomly said to me, "one time, my ex-wife stuck a dildo in my ass during sex."

I was caught off guard by what he said and just looked at him lost for words. 

He looked at me and laughed.

"So -"I said. "How was that?"

"It was a small dildo. But while it was in my ass as she sucked my dick and made me cum fast!" Steve replied.

"I never had a dick in my ass. So don't know what to expect." I said to Steve feeling awkward. 

"You're gay. Isn't that part of the thing?"

"I guess," I said. "I haven't found the right guy, and I never gave it much thought. I am all oral."

We continued drinking our beers, and Steve opened two more bottles. 

"My ex-wife liked me to fuck her up the ass. It was nice and very tight." Again Steve randomly said to me. 

"Dude, you're obsessed with ass fucking tonight! You need to go out and get laid. You're fucking hot and could easily get some pussy!" I finally said to him. 

Steve just laughed at my statement.

"I am hot?" He said to me, looking perplexed.

"You own a mirror?" I replied. "Dude, if I was a woman, I'd let you fuck me!" 

All I could do was laugh because of this strange conversation. 

"Glad someone, let me know I am hot," Steve said with a chuckle.

"Dude, you're drunk!" I told him. "Go take a cold shower when I leave!"

"You're drunk and not driving! You can have the couch!" Steve said in a demanding voice. 

I laughed, saying, "not with you all horned up and me being the virgin on your couch!"

Steve got up to get more beer and sat back on the couch. He seems quieter, and I thought he was getting tired. 

"I gotta jump into the shower before I go to bed," Steve said to me, stood up, and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower start and sat on the couch, finishing my beer. 

I heard Steve shout from the shower, "Hey! Can you grab me the bottle of shampoo from the kitchen counter? I forgot I bought a new bottle today."

I went into Steve's kitchen, grabbed the shampoo bottle, and took it into the bathroom where Steve was showering. 

"Here you go!" I said to Steve.

Steve then drew back the shower curtain a little, and I handed him the shampoo bottle.

"Thanks! Hey-" Steve said, pausing. "You wanna join me in here."

"Seriously? You joking with me?" I asked.

"Please. Shut up and get in." Steve replied. 

I thought about our conversation tonight and hesitated. I had a good buzz from the beer and began to undress to join Steve in the shower. I felt like this was about to be a punchline to a joke. 

As I got into the shower, I was taken back by Steve's beautiful muscular body. He wasn't overly defined, but he had a sizable broad chest, massive arms, and a perfect hairy torso with a light hairy trail down to his girthy cock. 

"Dude! Your body looks amazing!" Said Steve. "Didn't think we would ever see each other in this way! Come closer to me."

Steve shocked me by pulling me close to his hard body and tightly wrapped his large muscular arms around me. I could feel our cocks touching. 

I whispered, "Steve we're drunk and-"

"Shut up and relax. I am not drunk, are you drunk?" He whispered back to me in my ear. 

I shook my head no, and I tightly wrapped my arms around Steve's body. 

"Can I be your first?" Steve whispered. "I want to be the first to fuck you. I Promise To be gentle."

Still holding Steve's body, I looked at him, staring into his beautiful hazel eyes with water gently pouring down his face. 

"Yes." Was all I could say.

Steve softly kissed me, and I asked myself if I was dreaming. 

We each took turns washing each other's bodies. My cock was rock hard by the way Steve soaped and massaged parts of my body. He began stroking my erect cock with his soapy hand and leaned in closer-kissing me Deeply. 

Steve and I stood under the warm shower tightly, holding each other.

"I've never been with a guy before," Steve said. 

"Why?" I paused. "Why me, Steve? What did I do? I don't understand?"

Steve looked into my eyes.

"I just want to, and I feel close to you. You need to stop questioning and relax." Steve kissed me again. 

After our shower, we dried off, and Steve lead me to his bed. We both just laid on our backs and looked at each other.

"Drunk!" I stated with a laugh.

Steve moved on top of me, our bodies pressed together, and our hard cocks rubbing together. 

"Steve, are you-"I whispered. 

"I want to." He said and kissed me.

I wrapped my arms tightly around Steve's upper torso, I loved the way he smelled and the warmth of his body.

We passionately made out for some time, both of us now covered in sweat, we were enjoying the contact of our bodies and our rubbing cocks. I motioned to Steve roll onto his back, and I began to taste his thick hard cock. I could taste his precum as I worked the tip of his cock head with my wet mouth. I soon was deep throating Steve's 7- inch girthy cock. Steve moaned each time my mouth would entirely swallow his cock. I would move my mouth gently up and down and tease the tip of his cock with my tongue. 

Steve pulled me back to his mouth to kiss me, and I laid on top of him. 

"Roll onto your stomach," Steve said to me.

I rolled onto my stomach, and I heard Steve open the lube. I felt him begin to lube my virgin hole and gently insert a finger.

"That feel ok?" He asked. 

"it's ok," I told him nervously. 

"I'll be gentle. You tell me if you feel uncomfortable or it hurts." 

"Yes. Ok." I said nervously as I felt another finger begin to stretch my hole. I gave out a loud moan. It felt uncomfortable for a moment, but Steve took his time. 

After a few moments of Steve fingering my hole, I felt relaxed, and my cock was rock hard against the mattress. I heard the lube bottle opened again and felt Steve putting more lube on my hole. 

I felt the head of Steve's girthy cock stretch open my hole. 

"Oh!" I yelped as he opened me up.

"It's just the head. I'll go easy."

Steve slowly rocked the head of his cock in and out of my hole. Then he went deeper. I moaned louder. 

"You doing ok!" Steve asked, pulling out his cock from my ass. 

"Yes. Go back in Steve." My reply. 

Steve entered me again and laid the weight of his body on my back. He slowly began to thrust his thick cock into me. 

"Yeah, man!" I said in a whisper, and Steve began to pump my virgin hole. 

As Steve laid on me, I felt his cock deep in me, stretching my insides and balls against my ass. I moaned for him to go harder, and he did. 

Steve had me get on all fours and started pounding my ass faster and harder. I loved him deep inside me. 

"You like my dick deep in you?" He asked while thrusting his cock in me.

"Fuck me, Steve," I said and moaned during my reply.

My hole was loose and opened to him, and his thrusts were hard. Steve pulled his cock out of my ass, and quickly flipped me onto my back, pushed my legs to my chest, and re-entered me, fucking me missionary style. As he fucked me hard, I wrapped my legs around him. Steve was dripping in sweat. This was a workout I never wanted to end. 

"Oh shit! I am ready to cum... I am cumming... I am cumming!" Steve shouted. I grabbed ahold of Steve's firm hairy ass and pushed him deeper into me. Suddenly I yelled out, "Steve, I am cumming!"

I exploded my first hands-free load from being fucked. I shot my load up to my neck; Steve continued to thrust his thick cock in me. 

Both of us out of breath and Steve still on top of me,' we kissed. I could taste the salt of his sweat on my lips. 

I felt Steve's cock now soften slide out of me. My hole was pulsating and sore, and all I could do was hold tight to Steve's muscular, hairy, sweaty body. 

He laid on me for a while, then Steve rolled over to the left side of me in the bed. 

"Thank you!" Said Steve.

"For what?" I said with a chuckle. 

"For letting me be your first fuck. For letting me experience something new. For you being in my life."

"Well, I guess you are welcome. So do I just leave or wait till you're asleep?"

"You're not going anywhere," Steve said, putting his arm over my chest. He fell asleep fast, and I just laid there, listening to him breathe. I fell asleep. 

The next morning Steve was up before me, and I got out of his bed and put on my shorts. My hole was sore. I walked out of the bedroom into Steve's kitchen, where he was making coffee. 

"Why are you walking funny?" He said with a laugh. 

"I was deflowered by some straight dude last night!" My reply with a chuckle.

"Coffee?" Steve asked.

"Yes!" I replied.

As I went to sit down at Steve's kitchen table, I definitely knew someone fucked me. I was pretty sore but got comfortable. We chatted as we drank our coffee. 

"So why me? Are you gay or bisexual?" I asked.

"I am still straight but doesn't mean I can't be curious about doing it with the same sex. And I just wanted you to be the one I tried it out with. I've been thinking about doing it with you for a while, and when you told me you were gay, it's all I thought about."

Steve's answer was straightforward, and I could read between the lines in what he told me that this was going to be a one-time thing. 

By 10 AM, I told Steve I was going to take off, and he came over to me and gave me an intense kiss. I let this kiss etch into my memory, knowing we would never have a moment like this again. 

In the next few weeks, Steve and I would continue doing our workouts at his place. We never discussed the night we spent together. It was just our regular routine. 

A month later, I had to get some parts from the warehouse, and Steve walked with me to the parts section.

"Hey, so I started dating his awesome girl, and we really hit it off!" Steve told me. 

"You kept her a secret the past few weeks? You never told me during our workouts."

"Well met her like two weeks ago and went on a few dates. She has great tits, really big!"

I laughed, "oh, big tits! So that's what you wanted in a woman! Well, that's cool, and I hope things work out!"

Over the next month, the workouts at Steve's began to be fewer and fewer as he spent more time with his new girlfriend. I decided to join a gym to keep up with bodybuilding. 

A few more weeks went by, and I stopped by the warehouse to see how things were going with Steve and the girlfriend. 

"So, how're things going in the new relationship?" I asked. 

"Well, good and -"Steve paused and shook his head. "I am going to be a Dad!"

in hesitation, I questioned, "Congratulations?"

Steve just looked at me, smiled, and said, "Thanks." He didn't seem very excited about the news and was not being himself. I was at a loss for words, trying to think of the right thing to say, I quickly changed the conversation.

"Well, I haven't seen you in a while and wanted to stop by to say hello. I am still working out, and if you ever want to come to my gym, I can get you a pass. So don't be a stranger." I said, extending him a handshake. Knowing Steve was going to be a memory, I wouldn't forget.

Steve shook my hand and leaned towards my ear, "I never forgot our night together, and I miss you."

I could only smile at Steve and still shaking his hand, I replied, "you'll always be my number one buddy."

I let go of Steve's hand and walked away.