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His name was Slade. As he put it, his name was a hippie California-style name that his mom had made up the day before he was born. It was different, but kinda cute.
Slade was a married (and straight) guy that lived in Seattle. One day he wrote me to tell me that he had stumbled across my website – a website dedicated solely to gay erotica – and liked it. At first I wondered to myself why a straight man was reading gay erotica, but he finally confessed that, while married, he often had fantasies about what it would be like to be with another man. "It's cool," I said. I lived long enough to wholly believe Kinsey's sexual orientation continuum and that the lines between gay, straight and bisexual are often very blurred.
Anyway, we became pen pals, exchanging emails every few days. We not only exchanged ideas about sexual fantasies, but we also eventually shared more personal information about our families, our lives, our interests, and our careers. I really liked him. Not only was he energetic and funny as hell, but he was also staunchly devoted to his wife and family. Even though he was ten years my junior, he seemed to like me as much as I liked him.
It felt good to have a straight friend.
Of course, I'd be lying if I said that I'd had no fantasies about Slade. We had exchanged photos during our correspondence and ... shit. He was fucking hot. A full head of tousled blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, naturally muscled physique, and a beautiful mat of light chest hair in a perfect V-formation were but a few of the attributes with which this guy was blessed.
And that bulge in his pants ... wow.
As our friendship deepened, my fantasies about him became more frequent and vivid.
We had been friends for about a year when Slade emailed me to say that he was coming to Dallas on a business trip.
"No way! Are you fuckin' kidding me??"
"Not at all. I'll be there next Saturday afternoon."
Needless to say, I was so excited about finally meeting the guy with whom I had developed such a deep and solid friendship. I was as giddy as a little boy on Christmas Eve. Since he said that he'd never been to Dallas, I immediately went into planning mode. Within hours, I had a list of restaurants, sporting events, museums, and shopping venues all ready for his perusal. He laughed hilariously when he saw my "mile-long" list of activities that would have taken us at least six months to complete.
The week came and went and it was finally Saturday. I was so anxious to see Slade that I could hardly breathe. His flight was scheduled to arrive at about 2:00. He said that he'd drive from the airport to his hotel to shower and take a nap. He'd be at my house that evening around 5:00 or 6:00. From there we'd go to dinner and then maybe catch a late movie.
I paced the floor nervously as I waited for him to arrive. I had dressed in my nicest t-shirt and jeans. Not bad, I thought as I checked myself in the mirror. Sure, I had gained some weight since my back injury several years ago, but I thought that I still cleaned up pretty damn good.
Finally, the doorbell rang.
It was him. I opened the door and screamed like a gleeful coed. I grabbed him and gave him the biggest bear hug ever.
We held each other and told each other how good it was to finally meet. He looked even better in person than he did in his photos and, eventually, my thoughts went south. I had to discreetly pull away for fear that he would feel the bulge that was growing in my pants. I took a deep breath, invited him in, and prayed that my bulge would deflate quickly.
This was my friend, after all.
I offered him a beer and we sat down in the living room. We chatted about his flight and how nice his hotel was. We almost busted a gut laughing when he described the sweet little old lady in the seat next to him on the plane that snorted and farted in her sleep. Dammit, it was so good to see him.
"How's Susan?" I eventually asked about his wife.
Instantly, the mood changed.
He dropped his eyes and he began to tear up. For a moment he couldn't speak.
"She left me," he said and stifled a sob.
"Ah, shit, man. I'm so sorry." I went over and sat beside him. I put my arm around his broad shoulders and pulled him close to me as he began to cry. I tried desperately not to think about how his muscles moved as we sat in an embrace.
He told me that they'd been fighting for months over trivial things. "She says that we're no longer compatible and that she wants a divorce."
I didn't know what to say.
From every indication, Slade and Susan had the perfect marriage. They were good together. He always spoke highly of her... how beautiful she was, what a great sense of humor she had, how they were good together in bed... And now, this. I couldn't even imagine what happened. It wouldn't have been appropriate to ask. I just sat with him and we cried together over his broken marriage and his shattered heart.
"Let's go dancing," he said suddenly, shaking off the tears. "I just want to forget about my shitty life, even if only for a few hours. I wanna drink some beer and dance my ass off."
"Then let's go dancing," I smiled.
I took Slade to Gator's Point, downtown Dallas' premier gay club. I was pretty sure that this was what he meant about dancing, since the sight of two men dancing together at a straight club would be unthinkable ... even in Dallas. We paid the cover charge and Slade strutted in like he hadn't a care in the world. It was a full house and it seemed like every head in the room turned to check Slade out as he walked in, even the young twinks.
He was oblivious to all the piercing stares. Instead, he grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the dance floor.
To his wishes, we danced and drank, and then danced and drank some more. Slade was in full stride. As an outgoing and carefree guy, he danced with many guys in the club that were much more handsome than I, but he always came back to dance with me. We danced ourselves into a sweaty frenzy.
The pounding music and flashing lights, the buzz from multiple beers, the half-naked men altogether with seeing my beautiful friend gyrate shirtless on the dance floor filled with me an insatiable lust and horniness that I hadn't experienced in a while. I tried my best to squelch it though, for Slade's sake.
After all, I could always go home and satisfy myself privately.
It was about 1:00 in the morning and both Slade and I were ready to go. I took him to his hotel. When we got there, he turned and asked me if I wanted to come up for a minute.
"Slade, it's late!" I was thinking about the thirteen million things that I had planned for us to do the next day, and, more importantly, how badly I needed a few "private moments" at home.
He turned on his boyish charm and playfully pretended to pout. How could I say no to that gorgeous pouty face? "Okay, but only for a minute. We have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow." He grinned and clapped and we went in.
I followed him into his room and turned to shut the door. As I turned back into the room, Slade embraced me and kissed me on the neck.
I started. Honestly, in spite of the many fantasies I'd had about Slade in the last year, this was the last thing I expected.
I tried to pull away.
"Slade, this isn't what you want. You're not thinking clearly because of all the beer we drank tonight." (I wasn't going to mention everything else that was going on in his life.) He pulled me tighter and looked into my eyes. "No, it's not the beer. I've wanted this for a long time. I need you."
He kissed me full on the lips. It was the kind of kiss that turns your legs into jelly and makes your heart skip a beat. He was serious. It was then that I gave into my passions ...
our passions ... and kissed him back. My cock sprang to life as he turned off the lights and pulled me into bed with him. We held each other close and kissed with a wet fury. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and I sucked it hungrily.
Between kisses, we talked about how we had wanted each other for so long. His muscles tensed as I massaged his back, his shoulders, and his ass.
I slowly disrobed Slade, one piece of clothing at a time, leaving him lying next to me in only his tight low-riding briefs. I could tell how badly he wanted me by looking at his rock hard cock that was pressing against the mesh fabric. It was aching to be released. I took my own clothes off and began kissing him again. Kissing Slade was not only a dream come true, it was also much better than I had ever imagined. I reached down and removed his underwear. His hard cock slapped against his belly and stood perfectly engorged at about seven inches.
I looked up at him.
He was smiling.
One hand I wrapped around his cock and with the other I cupped his balls. I put my lips to his dickhead and sampled his precum. I tasted salty and sweet all at the same time.
I massaged his balls and precum streamed down his shaft. I slathered some of his juice onto my finger and put it to his lips. He gulped it eagerly. I licked him clean and then took the whole of him down my throat. He gasped and then moaned with pleasure.
While sliding my lips up and down his member, I wet my finger and found his asshole.
I circled his asshole with my finger and then slowly pushed it into him. Another moan. From his reaction, I didn't need to ask if it was okay. I sucked him and finger-fucked him in rhythm. One finger, then two, then three. He was virgin tight and still needed to be loosened up so I flipped him to his stomach with his ass in the air. I parted his hairless butt-cheeks and placed my tongue on his opening. I licked and sucked his asshole as he writhed beneath me.
I turned him on his back again and gazed at him lustfully. This beautiful man, my friend, was all mine. His nakedness was glorious. I sat between his legs and ran my fingers through his chest hair, pinched his nipples, and massaged his belly. I looked into his eyes longingly and he cooed about how wonderful it was to finally be with me. His cock twitched as I playfully circled my fingers around his pubic hair and underneath his balls, being careful not to touch his raging manhood.
"I want you inside of me," he said suddenly. There was nothing I wanted more. I grabbed a condom and, in one swift motion, ripped off the package and sheathed my rod.
I smeared ample lube onto his hole and onto my cock. I knew that this was his first time and we needed it. I poised myself at his opening, ready to push into him.
"Fuck me, baby!" he whispered.
His body tightened and his back arched as I pierced him. When my cockhead was inside him, I leaned over and kissed him... gently at first and then more passionately. He relaxed, grabbed my ass, and slowly pushed me all the way into him. The veins of my cock pounded as his tight tunnel enveloped me.
He cursed at the pleasure-pain and then crossed his legs around my ass and his arms around my back. We kissed intensely and exchanged whispered dirty talk as I pumped into him.
All of the synapses in my brain were firing and my skin tingled. I couldn't believe that I was making love to him. He ran his fingers through my hair and gently touched my face.
I reached down and began to stroke his cock. It pulsed and was hot to the touch. Sensing that he was ready, I began pressing into him faster. He closed his eyes and threw back his head. He was close and so was I.
He came first, splurting cum against the headboard behind him and all over his face and chest.
With one final thrust, I released my load into him. There was an explosion of ecstasy that burst through my entire body. The euphoria instantly drained me and I collapsed on top of him with my softening cock still inside of him. We held each other close with his stickiness between us and fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the wee hours of the morning, we awoke and made love again. This time he was at the helm, on top of me and inside of me. It was perfect. I loved how his face contorted as he planted his seed inside of me and then fell limp... just as I had done earlier.
The next morning we got up and showered together, playing with each other's soapy nakedness. The plans that I had made were for naught because we spent the entire day naked in his hotel room kissing, making love, and napping until we were ready to go again.