This is the story of how I opened my best friend's eyes to the possibilities that surround us. I welcome any comments or suggestions.
Tommy Rea
Best Of Friends
By Thomas W. Rea Tommy922@hotmail.com
Robert and I had been friends since junior high school. Over the years we had shared jobs, double dated, skipped classes, and attended concerts together. We did all the things that best friends do. After high school we each entered military service and did our time in different parts of the country and different parts of the world. After his four years Robert returned to the neighborhood. I stayed on a couple more years in uniform before returning. Through all of this we stayed in touch and, when I got back to town, we started to hang out and party again.
One afternoon while we were in our mid twenties we were sitting around Robert's apartment watching movies and having a few beers. We had been talking about ex-girlfriends and old school friends when we began to talk about our long time friend Rick. A couple of years earlier Rick had come out of the proverbial closet and admitted to the world that he was gay. Of course, this only came as a shock to Rick because the rest of us in our circle of friends knew quite well that Rick had probably been gay for the better part of the last ten years. In fact, I think we were all relieved that Rick finally understood what we had all known about him for so long. That of course led to some standard gay jokes and slurs and speculation as to just what Rick saw in this life style of his. Now, Robert of course had no idea that I had once dabbled in the same thing when I allowed another man to blow me in the dark booth of a local adult bookstore while I had been stationed in South Carolina. That is a different story for a different time though.
There we sat three or four beers into the afternoon in wild speculation... "How can you do this?"; "How could he possibly do that?" Robert then stated for the record that he had never, nor would he ever, allow a penis to come anywhere near his mouth or, for that matter, any other part of his anatomy.
"Would you?" he asked.
"Would I what?" I asked in return.
"Would you ever consider sucking a dick?"
For a moment I stared at my friend through the light haze of a beer buzz. Was he testing me I wondered. Was this a rhetorical question or was he testing the waters? If I say yes will I open up an honest dialogue, or get my ass kicked? Oh, what the hell, I thought...go for broke. Maybe none of my friends will talk to me tomorrow, but it might be worth it just to see the look on Robert's face.
"Uh...Yes." I replied sheepishly.
"YOU WOULD??? Holy shit, no way!!!" He answered with his jaw dropped and eyes wide.
Then I dropped the other bomb and confessed to my closest and oldest friend about the encounter in South Carolina. It would be an understatement to say that Robert was flabbergasted at the news he had just learned. We both agreed that it was time for two fresh beers. As we went into the kitchen to retrieve new beers, Robert smiled and shook his head. He was obviously stunned, but not angry or judgmental. In fact he seemed excited.
When we returned to the couch he asked if I had ever given head. I told him no and he wanted to know if I ever seriously would. I told him that under the right conditions and with someone I trusted I would probably do it. He admitted that he had in fact fantasized about being with a man and, as I had said, that under the right conditions with someone he trusted, he might be willing to consider letting a man pleasure him. I had gotten aroused talking about my previous experience and the thought of seducing my best friend. Right then I knew that it was now or never.
"Robert, do you trust ME?" I asked with a grin.
"Wait, you mean? Oh no...we couldn't...I couldn't," he stammered.
I slid closer on the couch. "No one has to know. No pressure, you know as well as I do that we can take this to the grave. Anyway, I've got as much to lose as you if anyone ever found out. What do you say?" There was a long pause as we stared at each other. I half expected to get punched in the mouth any second. The ball was in his court so to speak. The next move would be his and we both knew it would be final.
After a long and uncomfortable silence Robert spoke.
"You swear to God that you'll never tell anybody, right? I mean swear to God?"
Of course, I assured him. It's our secret. Don't worry.
"Ok, what do we do?" he asked.
I told him to stand up and to relax. He was very tense, as was to be expected. I rubbed the front of his legs and reassured him that he was making the right choice. I reached up and unbuckled his belt and pulled open the buttons in front of his jeans. He helped me pull his jeans down to his knees as I reached back up and curled my fingers into the elastic band of his underpants. He breathed a heavy sigh and I pulled on the front of his drawers. He was already mostly hard as his cock popped out. He was slightly above average length and very thick with a thick, hairy, black bush and hairy balls. I knew I was going to enjoy this.
I quickly pulled his underwear down to where his jeans were and started to stroke his hardening cock. I felt myself get harder as he swelled in my hand. I rubbed his firm stomach as I gently stroked him and admired his manhood. I had never been this close to a cock myself so it was exciting for me to feel the thrill of anticipation, as my long time fantasy was about to come true.
I held him firm and licked the underside of his shaft from bottom to top like a lollipop. He jerked back for a moment, but relaxed as I took his head into my mouth. As I began to slide him in and out of my salivating mouth he really started to relax and began to grind his hips in rhythm with my lips.
"Oh that's unbelievable," he moaned under his breath.
I pulled him from my mouth and stroked him hard and fast as I caught my breath and then I wrapped my lips and tongue around him and went back to work. He was humping my face like a pro now and gripping the back of my skull to help guide my rhythm and pace. He was starting to take control and demand the pleasure he needed. I was no longer his best friend, but the object of his sexual desire and lust. I was on my knees before him solely to get him off. He knew it and I knew it and I loved every second of it.
As I slathered his hardness thick with saliva I felt my throat relax a bit at a time. With each strong thrust of his hips I could accept just a little more until, finally, I was taking all of him and nestling my nose in his thick pubic bush. I reached around and gripped his ass and felt his muscles tighten with every hump. I was in heaven.
After what seemed like a sexual eternity, I felt him swell up between my tonsils and moan deeply. He muttered something that I couldn't understand and I prepared myself for what was to happen. Without warning his legs muscles tensed and his gripped my scalp even tighter as he pulled me into him. My mouth was filled with his salty, thick eruption as he let loose his ecstasy allover my tongue. I took as much as I could and pulled back slightly feeling the rest land on my lips and chin. I gently milked out the rest, allowing it to dribble over my hand and wrist as I looked up saw incredible satisfaction on the face of my good friend.
As I went to the kitchen to spit and to grab a fresh beer, I smiled as Robert went on and on about how incredible an experience that was and how it was the best blowjob he had ever had. When I came back to the couch and sat down we started to talk about what just happened. Mostly, it was Robert repeating that he couldn't believe what he had just done, but how he was glad that he did it. He even said he would be willing to do it again if I ever wanted. I asked him if he would ever consider giving head as well as getting it. He stammered and stuttered and tried to spit out an answer but I help up my hand for him to stop.
"Robert", I asked with a sneaky grin, "do you trust me?"