I was 19, a freshman at a west-coast college and during the previous couple of months I had come out of the closet with a bang. It was easy to do with strangers, far away from home. I figured it was my duty as a straight- appearing man to let everyone know that gays are not just a bunch of fairies looking for any dick in a storm.
Anyways when I went home to visit my parents and see a few old surfing buddies, I was prepared to tell them exactly what was going on in my life. Some I knew would be cool; others I was worried about. One of those was my best friend, Chad. Chad spent his days at the beach, working as a lifeguard. He was your typical California surfer, a perfect blonde hunk.
That Saturday night we were sitting around his place. He was home alone. His parents went out to dinner and his sister was on a date. After we drank almost a case of beer between the two of us, I was feeling good and it was then I said, "Chad, I have to tell you something." He smiled and said, "Sure, guy, whatever." "Chad. I'm Gay." "No way! Not you! Did something happen in school. I mean one thing doesn't mean..." I interrupted him. "I'm gay. I'm sure." He looked at me and I tried to read his thoughts. I remembered the time we cruised by a local gay bar and Chad leaned out the window to yell, "Fags!" I waited. So I expected him to tell me to get the fuck out of his house. I waited for him to say something to me, but all I got was silence.
Finally I asked, "So, what do you think?" He answered in a low, quiet voice, "Can't you tell?"
I answered, exasperated, "No! Tell me!" "Look at my shorts." I looked; I didn't see anything.
He continued, "I've had a fantasy for a long time about making it with you or Robby. I want you to prove to me that you're really gay. I want you to do to me whatever gay guys do to each other."
I looked at his shorts again. Now I saw it. A big, hard cock was just poking its head out from under the material. I couldn't believe it. Chad, Mr. Super Straight Guy had a fantasy for me. But I knew it was impossible; and I wasn't going to fall for the oldest line in the book about "proving it," I told myself. But I did. I got right down on my knees in front of him and ran my hands up and down his thighs. He gave out a little moan as his cock jumped around in his shorts.
It was not content to just lay along side his leg any longer. I grabbed his shorts by the waist band with both hands and yanked them down while he lifted his ass to off his seat to help. There, staring me right in the face was one of the best pieces of man meat I had ever seen. It was about 8" long and nice and fat. Chad looked into my eyes and pleaded, "please suck my cock, I've wanted this for so long."
I was only too happy to comply. I slurped that big cock into my mouth and took him as far down my throat as I could. I wanted to please Chad like he'd never been pleased before. I played with his balls as I stroked his cock with my lips. I soon felt him swell and then heard him moan as he dumped load after load of his hot cum into my suctioning mouth. I didn't miss a drop, even when he started to pump his cock deeper as he held my head in his hands causing the last spurts to bypass my mouth and go directly into my stomach.
As we cooled down we heard his front door open. His sister was home so we quickly composed ourselves and promised to continue getting together. I'm so lucky to have such an understanding friend!