My Best Str8 Buddy Growing Up

I wasn’t really big into hitting the bars right when I turned 21. Maybe that was because my few closest friends weren’t either or they weren’t of age. I was in college and beginning to meet new people. Before long, I couldn’t wait for night to fall so my new friends and I could go to the hippest bar in our small college town – who cared that it was a gay bar! We were in college and “open minded” that’s why none of us minded one bit going to a gay bar. I thought, what a perfect situation for me and my closet! I had never messed around with another guy but I secretly knew that’s what I wanted.

One of my old-school long time friends was a guy I grew up with. He was always the spoiled asshole neighbor kid. It was definitely a like-hate relationship all growing up. The best friend of mine also started to go out with us every now and then. I think he still had a little bit harder time going to the “hip” gay bar – it was still a gay bar in his eyes.

One day out on our bikes we stopped at a local pub for a beer that turned into 4. We were shootin’ the shit like we always had. Talking shit, scheming, planning, and having fun. We got on our bikes with a slug to the arm and a nipple pinch here and there…NOTHING out of the ordinary for us. Riding toward home the conversation turned to the plans for that evening. I explained he’s welcome to come along since I had plans to meet others at that gay bar. He accepted. Picking him up at his place, he was getting dressed for the occasion…just a little more attention to himself than the norm. More rough-housing…a few slugs, a few more nipple pinches, a head-lock or 2 – again, nothing out of the norm. He was a very competitive and dominate kind of guy – always looking to one-up me or the next guy.

This evening he went out with us was a really good time, both buzzed but he was pretty faded. He climbed in my passenger seat as I started the car. He messed with the CD player looking for the song he wanted as I pulled out onto the streets. He found the song, reclined the chair and asked me if I minded taking the long way home. I said not at all, I prefer the out-of-the-way path home especially after I’d been drinking. The path he meant to take home I also knew well as we both grew up together knowing every inch of that small college town. As soon as I reached that nice windy road in the trees he turned up the song he wanted and with a squinted eye look he said “this is what I’ve wanted all night…” Now, I took that as him just being a bit faded and quite possibly on his own path to being passed out. But he reached up and gave me a nipple pinch…but it wasn’t his usual “I’m trying to tear your nipple off” approach. This nipple pinch was more like a caress and then it turned into a harder pinch like he didn’t want to come off like he was purposefully caressing my nipple. Then instead of a slug in the shoulder he started slugging me in the thigh. I told him to cut it out since I was driving and he wasn’t being funny.

Once back at his house he starts in on his usual rough-housing, wrestling moves, wanting to get me all riled up. I play along for a while, we’re flopping on the couch and the floor, he tries a head-lock, I break free, then he flips us and he ends up on top of me face to face, I want to get up and break free so I grab both his nipples and twist. He calls that a cheap shot and grabs my junk – cock, balls and all. As he realized I was HARD he said “I knew it!” With my hands still free, I reached up and grabbed his cock…ROCK HARD too!!! With that, I asked him “what is it that you know?” He jumped up and ran downstairs toward his bedroom. I chased after him to find his room door unlocked and the lights off. Before I could even reach and find the light switch he came out of the corner and sacked me like a line backer landing us both on his bed.

His bed was a water bed, I was face down, and he was sitting on top of me butt to butt. He said to me “I knew you were gay!” I responded with a denial “who says I’m the gay one, you’re hard too, I can feel you!” I also told him I could lay like that with him sitting on me for a long time since it was so comfortable. He didn’t respond right away, then I felt his hands on my shoulders and he started rubbing them. My mind was racing! What was he doing??? My best friend growing up!?! I knew his family, his other friends, his girlfriends and he knew all that about me too! I was freaking out but tried to play it cool. I told him the shoulder rub felt so good…it may even put me to sleep. He slowly leaned down to my ear and said quietly “you’re not going to fall asleep.” When he leaned in to tell me that, I could feel him pressing his rock hard cock against my ass. I was freaking out on the inside so bad I thought I was going to explode!

He continued to rub my shoulders for a little while. Then he turned me over and undid my pants, taking them down, off and throwing them to the floor. I took my shirt off and reached for his, helped it up and over his head, then I followed his hands down to his button and zipper, his pants came off too. Both of us naked, barely able to see in that dark room but our eyes were adjusting. I almost screamed when I felt his lips wrap around my cock…oh my god! I was in heaven! His nice strong man hands touching me and holy shit his mouth felt unbelievable…had he done this before? Who cares! I wasn’t stopping with him for anything! He kissed my mushroom head, my stomach, and my chest; working his way up my body…he was actually really good, almost as if making love to me.

We kissed for a while. Lying side by side having a long passionate tongue, lips, make out session. I turn him on to his back, I kiss his neck, tongue his nipple, kiss all the way down his stomach until I could feel the head of his dick leaking pre cum on my chin. I took him all the way into my mouth. He gasped saying “oh fuck yes!” I could taste his leaking pre cum…he tasted so good! I sucked him off for a while but I wanted to do everything and all of it with him. I would have been perfectly happy sucking him and swallowing his load but I wanted more…I wanted him…I wanted him for my first everything. I sat up and straddled him; I could feel his rock hard cock against my ass. I gently rocked back and forth and up and down to get my point across to him…I wanted him to fuck me. It worked; he moved and said he’ll be right back. He returned and motioned for me to get closer to the edge of the bed. He wanted to stand at the edge with me on my back. I got in position and I could feel the head of his cock pressing at my hole. Then I felt him smear something down there on me and all over his cock. I could hear the sound of squishing; I reached down to assist and could feel the Vaseline everywhere. I lead his cock to my hole and he started pumping, I was a virgin in every sense so I was extremely tight. He was pressing more and more to gain entrance. I held his cock in place with one hand and reached behind him to pull him closer to me, into me, so I could control the pressure of his pumping.

It happened, he slipped in me. Thinking back…we didn’t EVEN think one second about protection. It was us, best friends; I knew I was safe since I had never ever been exposed to anything. He had girl friends he “claimed” to have fucked but I knew how he could embellish. He was definitely inside me, I was receiving him, and it was slightly uncomfortable but really really really felt amazing at the same time! Oh my god, when I got warmed up and he found his rhythm, it was the best sex I ever remember having. It was my first gay experience and I was taking my best friend bare! He fucked so smooth, he was very receptive to my every need…more of this, faster like that, stop and hold it right there, everything.

I told him I wanted to try something, he pulled out of me. I asked for more lube, he put more on him too. I got up on my knees on his bed and braced myself against his headboard. I asked him to get behind me. He practically just straight into position he was all over it! We guided each other, I lead his cock back against my hole, he held my hips…a little pressure and he glided right in…deep…I LOVED this position. I was completely taking my best friend doggy style. He was getting faster and faster and with more thrust, I was telling him how good he felt, building his ego, telling him I want his to have his way with me, do me, fuck me, make hot passionate love to me…do it, do it…just then he said “OH SHIT, holy shit, holy shit” with every part of him quivering, that was it…he was bursting his hot sticky load deep inside me. This excited me so much and didn’t even touch myself and I could feel myself cumming all over his pillow. With every pump of his cock inside me leaving his seed deep, deep, deep, I was getting milked with no hands on my cock. WHAT A FEELING!!! I could feel him with every thrust filling me up a bit more and more. I just couldn’t get over the fact that it was so raw, so man-on-man, so barbaric, hot sweaty body slapping sex… He was shaking and quivering with excitement.

We both ease down and drop to the bed and lay there numb and exhausted and completely satisfied. He almost immediately fell asleep. I laid there with the biggest smile on my face and drifted off. The next day he was up in the shower before I woke up. He got out, in his towel, walked past the bed, said “g’morning” and went up stairs. I got up and cleaned myself up. Went up stairs to find a note…”please stay as long as you like, I have to help my dad with stuff today.” I went home after a while and the next time we saw each other we weren’t alone so we didn’t even bring up our hot sex night after the bar. Then the next time we saw each other his girl friend was around, the next time I was with my college friends, then days became weeks and weeks became months and then it was like it NEVER happened and we certainly never talked about it ever again. Twelve years later it still has a very special place in my heart and mind!