Ryan Desmarais, universally called Des, was about 25, 5'9", a little on the heavy side with a deep voice. He had a blond buzz cut that did not suit his large head and barely any stubble or arm hair, so I assumed he was naturally smooth all over. He had big lips and ears.
Overall, Des was no one's idea of a really hot guy but he wasn't ugly either, just average. He was from a farm and into cars. He had a youthful enthusiasm and cooperative attitude that made him well liked by everyone.
Des was a control systems tech for a large, expensive and vital piece of machinery at our offices in the suburbs. He was a contractor, not an employee, but he spent nearly all his time in our offices, either tweaking the production runs or fixing issues.
One Friday afternoon when neither of us felt like working, we were making water cooler small talk. I asked him about his wife or girlfriend - he had none. I said I was also single but said I was gay, just so you know...
"That's cool with me," he said.
We talked about other stuff, like what I should buy to replace my nearly dead Honda Civic. He was all for an F-150 but I had no need of a truck.
"Any plans for the weekend?" I asked.
"Nope," he replied wistfully.
"I would have thought you would have had a hot date."
"Nah, it's been awhile."
"Have you tried Tindr?"
"Yeah but it didn't work for me. I'm not pretty and you have to be good looking to be successful on Tindr."
"I think you're good looking," I offered.
"No way, I'm not hot, I know that."
"Uh unh," I disagreed. "You're a stud, masculine and smart, and brains are always a turn on."
"Sorry, but I'm straight."
"Oh I know, I wasn't trying to take that someplace," I clarified. He looked a little skeptical.
"Do you get any hits on Tindr?" he asked.
"You know, I've never looked for guys there. I've always used gay-specific apps."
"Do you mean for specific kinds of guys?"
"Some of them, yeah."
"What's your type?"
I described him. "If a guy like that asked me for a bj, I would do him - no questions asked and all secrets safe."
"Why would a straight guy get a blow job from a gay guy?"
"I'll give you several reasons. First, there's no such thing as a bad blow job. Some blow jobs may be better than others, but there's no such thing as a bad one. Second, all cats are grey in the dark. Third, beauty is only a light switch away."
"Uh, two and three are the same reason."
"Maybe, but fourthly, any old port in a storm." We both laughed.
"That's just the same old story."
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it."
Two weeks later, we went to see a movie together after work on a Friday night.
Afterwards, as we were leaving, I asked him if he was hungry.
"Yeah, I am, actually."
"We could go out somewhere, or I have some leftover pizza and beer at my apartment."
"Let's just go to your place."
When we arrived, he sat on the couch while I fetched a couple of bottles of beer and the pizza box from the fridge. I sat beside him as we ate in silence.
I could tell he was nervous about what would happen next. I wasn't going to take the chance he might chicken out.
"We're friends, right?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"So you know I keep your secrets, right?"
"Yeah."
"So tell me what you want right now and let's make it happen." He just stared at the ceiling. I put my hand on his thigh. He didn't push it away.
"Do you want me to suck your dick now?" He nodded, still unable to say anything or even make eye contact.
I undid his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. His boxer briefs were tented out by his erection. I grasped it and he shivered. I pulled his underwear down and wasted no time in starting to stroke him, lick and suck the head, and bury my nose in his pubes too.
After he came in my mouth, I swallowed and then jacked myself off while he watched.
After we had both cum, I just started talking to him normally, like nothing had changed between us, even though we were both naked and I had the taste of his cum on my lips.
"Want to watch TV?"
"Sure."
I clicked it on and flipped around for something to watch. I stopped on some ridiculous music video that was good for some laughs. We were just two buds who were hanging out, albeit naked at the moment.
He yawned.
"Let's go to bed," I said.
"Oh, I'll go home."
"No way, you're staying the night."
"But - "
"Forget it, you're staying and I'll suck your morning wood and make it worth your while."
We went to bed. I cuddled up to him, and we twisted around so I was big spoon.
"You've got a boner again," he said. My boner was pressed up against his ass crack.
"I bet you do too." I reached down to check. Yup, hard as a rock.
He got on all fours with his head bowed. "I've always wanted to try getting fucked. I need to know what it feels like," he declared, a little plaintively.
I was startled by this turn of events, but I wasn't about to reject his offer. I pulled out some lube and started working his pucker with my finger. Then I lubed up my cock and started to tease his hole. He was tight, definitely a virgin. I took my time but eventually slipped it all in and held it there. I started long, slow thrusts.
Des moaned and cried and squirmed and jacked himself. He came, all over the sheets.
Rather than inflict any more discomfort, I pulled out. He collapsed on his back. I jacked myself and shot my load all over him. My aim wasn't very good and it went all over him and the bed. Without cleaning up, we went back to spooning with a sheet pulled up over us and we both went to sleep.