NOTE: This is a true story. MY story. It's a story about love, sex, friendship and hatred. It's about being gay. If you find it offensive or disagree with the actions depicted within...well, why are you on Nifty?
Names have been altered for privacy purposes.
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THE ROAD TO ACCEPTANCE
Chapter V
I closed my eyes and let the surge of emotion, the lust and passion overwhelm me. I was kissing him like I had never kissed anyone before. I was hungry for him. His lips were nectar of the Gods and I was devouring it. Our tongues mingled. I was going out of my mind with sheer ecstasy. Then he broke the kiss and moved his face away from mine. I wanted to jump at him. Get that feeling back. Why had he stopped? But he merely placed his hand on my chest and pushed me down on the bed. My instinct was to resist.
"Relax. And enjoy..." he said, grinning.
He came down on top of me, gently. We kissed again, for God knows how long. An eternity, it seemed, yet not enough, for he broke the kiss again. I kept my eyes closed, breathing hard. I felt his hot breath on my left ear and shuddered in delight. He nibbled at my ear lobe and giggled as I shuddered yet again. He let the fingers of his left hand trail down my chest lightly, then my stomach, until his palm rested on top of the towel which was now barely restraining my hard-on. All the while, he kept playing with my ear lobe. He stopped. He merely brushed his lips against mine, then I felt his breath on my chest. He kissed me softly and took my right nipple in his mouth. He nibbled gently on it and I let out a soft moan. He kissed my chest once again, then, with a light peck once every few centimeters, he moved down and down my body, until he reached my bellybutton. He raised his head and let his hand trail playfully over my treasure trail, then he pulled the towel off me in one swift move. He grinned mischievously and then he wrapped his hand around my rock-hard cock. He pulled my foreskin all the way back and, using the ample amount of precum that I was secreting as lube, he gently stroked me until I was on the edge of orgasm. Then he stopped.
"No! Why did you stop?" I burst out, breathlessly.
He giggled again, then bent his head down towards my face and kissed me once more.
"Silly boy...Why would I want you to cum so quickly, when there are so many things left to do?"
He moved to my side, his face next to my crotch. I quickly realized we were in a 69 position. My eyes almost popped out of my head as I gaped at the obvious bulge in Arry's shorts. I must have looked a bit unnerved, because he gently called my name and smiled as he told me that I don't have to do anything I don't want to. I just need to relax.
"No, I want to. I REALLY want to. It's just...this is all so unexpected. So abrupt...So..."
"So fun..."
Then I felt his warm mouth engulf my cock and my mind was swimming again in an ocean of pleasure. He quickly had my whole cock in his mouth and moving up and down on it, as his hand caressed my balls. As I was experiencing those wonderful sensations, a strange thought entered my mind. Thank God I shaved my sac. I almost burst out laughing, but my breath caught in my throat as I felt Arry's tongue playing with my purple head. He kept licking it and then just placing his lips over it, without going down any further on my shaft, which he then promptly licked up and down. He then took my cock back in his mouth and did something totally unexpected. I know how, generally, "teeth" and "sucking cock" aren't really associated in a positive light, but as he bit down ever so slightly on my hard member, I went over the edge with pleasure. I didn't know why he loved to nibble on my body so much, but by Merlin's beard, it felt fantastic.
"I...I'm gonna cum!" I almost screamed. So...he stopped again.
"Not just yet." He whispered and I was left dangling over the precipice once again. Licking down from the head to the base of my cock, Arry eventually settled on my balls. He licked my smooth sac, then sucked both my balls into his mouth. As he did this, his hand was caressing my back slowly, moving towards my ass. I was in Seventh Heaven and I wanted him to be right there with me, so I told him to stop so as I could take the shorts off him. We maneuvered quickly, if somewhat clumsily and, before I knew it, he was back to playing with my balls and I was staring right at the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. Okay, so I hadn't seen that many before, but still...this was perfection. Tentatively, I extended my tongue towards the tip of his head, where precum was glistening. It tasted oh so sweet! I kissed the beautiful mushroom head and then slowly moved my way down his shaft. Then I felt his fingers playing with my asshole. I shuddered a bit and I could feel that his fingers were wet and I assumed it was saliva.
"Precum." He said, as if reading my mind. Then he gently inserted his middle finger into my ass and I let out a moan, his dick still in my mouth. I picked up the pace, hungrily taking in as much of his beautiful manhood as I could and he did the same, all the while playing with my ass as well. I wanted more. More of him. I wanted to devour his cock. My hands were now roaming all over his lower back, his ass, his thighs. I still wanted more. I was drunk with pleasure and lust, yet I still wanted to drink in more of him. I felt him stiffen and then he cried out in pleasure as shot after shot of his cum hit the back of my throat. I almost gagged, but in my thirst for him, I found that I could keep it all down. As the last few drops of cum dribbled out of his spent cock, he picked up speed as well and I could once again feel I was close. This time, he didn't stop and within a minute, he was gulping down my cum as hungrily as a starving man would a bowl of soup, his finger still inside me. He didn't drop my cock from his mouth until it was completely deflated and clean of every last trail of cum. Then he also got his finger out. We looked into each other's eyes, satisfaction gleaming in them and we both smiled stupidly. He shifted around, so that we were facing each other once again, our heads resting in our palms, plopped up on our elbows. We didn't stop smiling. He kissed me again and I tasted my cum in his mouth. I could tell, because mine was saltier than his. I laughed out loud at that thought and Arry looked confused and stricken for a while. I gently kissed him on the tip of his nose.
"Don't worry. I was just laughing because I'm happy."
He smiled broadly at that and we kissed again. Then we embraced and let sleep take us. We woke up when we heard the key in the lock. Confused and agitated, I looked at the clock. It was 8 PM and Jo was home.
"Oh, crap!" I whispered in alarm. "Oh crap, oh crap!"
"Relax, will ya?" Arry told me, a lopsided smile on his face. At the look of undisguised horror on my face, he giggled softly. "She's not gonna burst into your bedroom, is she?"
I could only shake my head. He was right. Jo respected my intimacy. She would never come into my room unexpectedly. But I was still in the clutches of the fear that had ruled my life.
"Besides...Maybe it's best if you told her the truth."
"NO!" I almost screamed. "No...I can't" I continued softly, my head bowed. "Not yet. I just can't yet."
"But you know she'll be alright with it."
"Will she?" I got up off the bed and rummaged through my wardrobe, taking out a shirt and sweat pants. I also threw Arry a shirt. "Here, put this on."
"Thanks. Mind handing me my shorts?" He pointed towards the floor, where they lay crumpled. I tossed them to him and he made as if to catch them in his mouth. That brought a smile back to my face.
"So..." he continued. "Why wouldn't she be alright?"
"Because I haven't been honest with her."
"So? Neither was I at the start. I actually DATED her, remember?" he said, grinning.
I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Yeah, I still remember the photo she had set as an avatar on her IM...But that's not the point. You didn't know her long. She's been closer to me than anyone else for the past two years, but I couldn't trust her enough to tell her who I really was. Not when she told me about you and we toasted to "being normal". Not when she told me she had accepted you and I realized just how wonderful a person she really is. What if she'll be upset because I didn't show her enough respect to tell her the truth?" I asked softly.
"You're afraid of losing yet another friend, aren't you?"
I just nodded.
"Well, don't be. We both know how great she is. She'll accept and understand you."
I didn't say anything for a few moments. Then I nodded, steeling myself.
"Hey, roomie, you home?" I heard Jo call. Where's Arry at? I brought home some dinner."
I looked straight into Arry's eyes. "And...if I do tell her, what then?" I asked.
"Huh?"
"You and me. This..." I gestured at my bed. "Is it worth facing my fears for a mere fling?"
"Yes, it is, because being honest with yourself and your friends is important. Don't hide anymore. Besides..." He got off the bed, pulling the shirt I gave him down over his head, moving towards me. "Who said anything about a mere fling?" He kissed me again. It was the same passion as before, but there was something else as well. It was reassurance. As he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes danced with glee, the broad smile on his face in slight contrast with his darker skin and lighting up the whole room. He took my hand in his and he pulled me towards the door. "Come. I'm with you."
Hand in hand, we made our way out of my room and into the kitchen, where Jo was struggling with a roasted chicken, her back to the door.
"Ah, there you are..." she said, smiling, as she turned to face us. Her eyes immediately darted down towards our interlocking hands and the smile froze on her face. "Ummm...what...?"
I lowered my gaze, staring at the floor and wishing nothing more than to turn into a puddle and meld with it. Kinda like that liquid Terminator fella, I thought to myself. Christ, can you find a less appropriate moment to be a movie nerd?
Arry squeezed my hand and then addressed Jo. "J. has something to tell you." Silence. Absolute silence. Crap! Not even the sound of the street or the ever-busy construction site just a few meters away from our building. Is everyone listening?
"Errr...Jo...I...I know I should've told you earlier, but I was always afraid and I didn't want to lose you as a friend, but I'm gay" I said breathlessly. There. It was out. And it felt good. My best friend in the whole world knew me as I really was. For the first time in a long time, I had no secrets pressing down on me. No façade to maintain. And it was good. It was a wonderful feeling. A feeling which was quickly disappearing as the silence grew longer and heavier. I was sweating now. I was turning as pale as a ghost. God, not again! Not another one!
"Jo!" Arry said. "Did you hear what he just said?"
"Yes." She answered softly.
"And?"
"And what?"
I was becoming lightheaded and my feet were trembling.
"And...Maybe you could show him a sign of support? You know...like you showed me? Like one might expect from a best friend?"
"Hmmm..." she pondered.
My feet gave way and I crumpled to the floor, tears flowing down my face.
"JO!" Arry screamed at her, and then he was on his knees, holding me in a tight embrace.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Not again." I sobbed.
Then I felt a hand caressing the top of my head, then the side of my face.
"Shhh...It's alright." Jo said, tears in her eyes. "It's alright. I'm sorry I upset you. It's just...it was a shock. You know, after Arry...Well, let's just say it's a good thing the two of us never dated, or I might start questioning my attractiveness, what with turning men gay and everything."
All 3 of us started laughing heartily at that, and the relief I felt overwhelmed me, even as tears kept rolling down my cheeks.
"Thank you." I half-whispered to her. "And, please, forgive me for keeping this secret for so long from you. I wanted to tell you so many times...I wanted to have someone to support me, but...please understand, I was afraid. I didn't think I could take you hating me."
Jo just shook her head sadly. "No, you have to forgive me. I'm not proud of the way I first reacted when Arry told me. I don't blame you for not confiding in me sooner. What if I had reacted towards you the way I did with Arry? I don't think I could have lived with myself if I hurt you. I'm sorry I wasn't a good enough friend that you could always feel safe with me."
I just broke down crying, overcome with emotion. She was still there. She was by my side and she was my friend. She hugged me tightly. "I'm here. I always will be and I love you like a brother."
"Or, you know...a sister." Arry cut in, grinning. We all chuckled. "So...now that we've got the touchy-feely stuff out of the way...What about some dinner?"