Token Straight Friend

Token Straight Friend Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

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Token Straight Friend Bill Drake

This was the first time at the shore house since my best buddy Rick Henderson had gotten married. We'd gone with a few of our friends after high school graduation and even though we went to different colleges, Rick to Penn State, me to NYU, we met back at the same ramshackle rental every summer.

We'd gone through a lot of changes. I'd come out senior year of college and about that time hit the gym hard to put some meat on my beanpole figure. I moved to Atlanta for work after college and was enjoying being in a sea of hot guys and unattached sex. Rick, meanwhile, went from pussy-chasing ladies' man to head over heels with a wonderful woman, Erica, who was just the right combination of pretty sorority girl and strong-willed independent woman to tame a wild guy like Rick.

I was best man at their wedding, and was thrilled to be, but after that I didn't see as much of them. I was living across the country, and my parents had moved, so I no longer went back to my hometown for holidays.

And all of a sudden there were no more rentals at the shore. Rick and Erica had their honeymoon one summer, and the next summer were too busy with vacation with the in-laws. Then the summer after that, I was starting a new job and had no vacation days.

Meanwhile, the next year, a few friends had invited me along to Provincetown and I was hooked. It was everything I'd loved about the shore in my teens and early twenties, but now I was free to be who I was. With tons of hot guys around to pick from, too.

That was my summer for the years on out.

I already had my P-town week planned for August, though one of the guys, John, was backing out because he had a new outdoorsy boyfriend who wanted to do some bullshit Utah hiking trip instead. Call me vein or narcissistic or whatever, but I was getting in perfect shape for the summer, extra time at the gym, an extra jog per week, and watching my carbs. August couldn't come soon enough.

Come late May I got a call from my buddy Rick, out of the blue. It was awesome hearing from him, and even over the phone our conversation poured out as we caught up.

"Listen, Dave," he finally said. "One reason I'm calling is that Erica and I are going to the Outer Banks for 4th of July week. It's short notice, I know, but we have an extra room. Nice house, too, not the dumps we used to stay in."

I chuckled. "I kind of liked our dumps," I said.

"Only you would say that, Campbell," he growled affectionately. When you were on a last name basis with Rick, you were in good with him. "That place in college was a shit hole."

"All right, all right," I conceded, "You got a nice place now. Moving up in the world now that you're 30," I teased.

"Damn straight," he shot back. "Even got a pool. Why don't you come up? It'd be great to hang out again."

I'd have to check my vacation days at work, but a week with my old partner in crime sounded awesome, and I told him so.

Four weeks later, I was driving down the state highway to the paradise of a barrier island, looking at my GPS for the right house.

Rick heard me pull up and had walked down from the deck to greet me, all smiles.

You know how sometimes you don't realize what you like or want until you see it? Rick's body was everything I lusted for. He'd always been a real good looking dude, muscular from athletics and a regular gym regimen, and he had this easygoing masculinity I always found appealing. But I'd never boned for my best friend until now. I'm talking major tightness in the crotch of my shorts.

Rick had put on a few extra pounds. Not fat, but with a little beer belly and a lot of married-dude spread evenly distributed on his meaty frame. I knew I liked bigger, meatier guys, but this was the vision of pure beefy ex-jock hotness in front of me, gripping me into a nice tight bro hug.

Rick's skin was moist from the sweat and sunscreen, and I relished the warmth as my arm circled around to reciprocate his hug. Forever now, I bone up when I smell that brand of sun lotion. Just then, I was doing my best not to let my cock roar up to full hardness.

"Great to see you bro," he growled into my ear.

"You too, man," I said, words catching in my mouth. If Rick noticed anything amiss with me, he didn't let on. Instead he helped me with my bags and introduced me to two other couples who were also sharing the giant beach house before shoving a light beer in my hand.

"Here, Campbell, I got your brand." Rick had ribbed me when I switched to Michelob Ultra a few years back, but I had to watch my calorie intake to stay trim.

He gave a flirty wink before going back to tend the grill. Rick was that way with everyone, but damn it was the last thing I needed now. I had no idea how I was gonna get through the week.

I had a couple of intense JO sessions that week but otherwise was able to keep my lust in check. Even though Rick's body had changed and gotten bigger, beefier, and better the last few years, he was still the same old buddy I'd always had and we entered a groove of partying, joking, and just hanging out. I think Erica was even happy I was there as an outlet for Rick's ultra-extravert energy.

It was Thursday night, and Rick and I were up in the early hours of the morning, drinking on the beach in the moonlight after everyone else had long gone to bed.

"Thanks for being a sport, Campbell," he said, his speech showing a good buzz but not quite full-on drunk. Rick had one hell of an alcohol tolerance.

"Whaddya mean?" I was less sure about how well I was holding my liquor. Even light beer adds up over a night of drinking, and I shuddered to think of the compensation I'd have to do come Monday for a full week of partying.

"Spending your vacation with a bunch of boring, straight married couples." He wasn't being self-deprecating so much as empathetic.

"Aw, these guys are pretty cool," I said. But Rick had clearly picked up on how out of place I'd felt to be the only guy dude there and the only single person to boot in a largely family beach town.

"Be honest, bud," he said with mock sternness, "Who's more fun? Them or your Provincetown buddies?"

"My P-town buddies," I answered immediately.

"You don't have to be so quick to make your decision," Rick laughed, and I laughed, too. "Listen..." he added, "I'm not imposing myself but if one of these days you wouldn't mind a lame married dude crashing the party, I'd love to hang out there. See what it's all about."

I knew my friend was cool with me being gay, but he could surprise me sometime. "What?" I laughed.

"I'm serious, bro. Maybe I could come up for a long weekend, get a hotel. See how you gay dudes party."

I chuckled nervously, unsure what to say. "Well...," I started in a half surprised, half I-don't-think-this-is-a-good-idea way.

"Come on, Campbell, I'm not easily shocked. Hell, Erica and I watch gay porn videos for christsake."

"Shit, really?" Like I said, Rick could be a man of surprises.

He grinned, clearly happy to shock me. "Yep, that shit turns her on, and I get the best blowjobs after she was watches you dudes go at it."

"'You dudes'? I've never been in a porno," I joked.

"You know what I mean, Campbell. Some of those videos have some wild shit, but it's all good."

"I have a feeling you're gonna be disappointed that P-town's not as wild as you're imagining."

"That means I can tag along?" Rick asked excitedly. "Really, I won't get in your hair, bro, it's just that well... I feel you don't show a part of yourself normally. At least around me. It's been that way since high school. Like you got a secret life."

"It's not secret," I objected. "But I know what you mean. It's real nice to go some place where I can feel free." I thought for a minute, coming up with every reason I shouldn't say what I was about to say. "It turns out we have a spare room in our rental house. I'll check with the guys to see if it's OK."

Rick clinked his beer bottle with mine. "Cool."

It wasn't even the second day of our P-town week before I was regretting inviting Rick along. He looked so out of place from the get go, unsure of what to do or say as a bunch of muscled up guys in their late 20s and early 30s tried to one up themselves with catty insults and campy humor. Like a sad lion in a zoo. I tried to check in with him from time to time and finally asked outright how he was doing.

"You regret coming here, buddy?" I asked when we had a minute alone at T dance.

"Hell no," Rick replied and I assumed he was just being stubborn, but he added. "I admit I feel totally out of place, but I now know how you feel hanging out with all my friends. Probably felt that way for years."

It was adorable that my happy-go-lucky buddy was making an effort to be empathetic, but I didn't like him feeling like this. "Yes and no, man," I answered. "I have more experience living in the straight world, I grew up in one. You're getting one hell of an introduction to gay life."

Rick shrugged his shoulders, his affable smile returned. "Eh, it's not all that different I suppose. Young dudes like to party and chase tail for a week."

He had a point. "Yeah," I agreed. "The single ones at least."

Rick grinned. "Judging from your friends Matt and Kyle, some of the married ones love to play on the side too."

I blushed and started to give an earnest explanation, but Rick gave me a gentle poke.

"Dude, I'm not a shrinking violet, I promise. Jeez."

"OK, OK," I laughed.

That conversation seemed to break the ice and by the third day, Rick seemed to be having a blast. He loved the beach, loved T dance, loved going out dancing at night. For a jockish straight dude, Rick likes to dance, even if it is in his goofy way. And he had a natural confidence that meant he didn't care that he was out of place. My housemates were even warming up to him.

He didn't seem fazed by the nude men at the beach but was genuinely shocked as he kept watching them walk up into the dunes and walk back later with a satisfied look on their faces.

"Are those guys...?" he asked, gesturing toward a couple walking up the dune.

"Going to get their dicks sucked," my friend Kyle blurted.

"OK, that's pretty crazy," Rick said to me after the guys had a laugh at his naivete. "God, how many straight dudes would love to be able to do that?"

"Hey Rick!" One cute dark-haired stud shouted as he walked past, shirtless and his slim torso completely tanned. Not my type, but he was a cute pup.

"Hey Michael!" my buddy winked back. Turns out they'd struck up a conversation waiting for drinks the day before. I was amused but a little pissed off that my buddy could make new friends so easily.

It was T dance, and Rick and I were working on our first beer, going down too quickly after a day in the sun. I was scoping out the talent, and Rick caught where my glance was going. A medium-tall beefy guy, probably older and more of a daddy than I go for, but with a nice strong body.

"You into that dude?" he asked.

I broke my glance and blushed. I wasn't used to talking about guys with Rick, not like that.

"What?" he asked. "Bro, it's Tuesday and you've still not gotten laid. I thought that's why you came here."

"That's not the only reason I come here," I said defensively.

"Whatever, bro. OK, it's one of the reasons you come here. And I'm totally cramping your style."

"Come on, Rick, it's not like that."

"Sure it is. You say you like to come here to be free but you're anything but yourself when I'm around."

I exhaled a sigh. "Goddamnit, you're right." I held up my near empty plastic cup of vodka-soda. "You ready for another beer bro?"

"When have I said no?" Rick said smiling.

Over that second round, I decided to loosen up. I told Rick I was scoping out Beefy Daddy. "I'm not sure he's my type. I usually don't go for daddies."

"Daddies?" Rick was somewhere between amused and confused.

"Some gay guys go for older men. Daddies. And I guess some older men like to play the part."

"And you're not looking for a 'daddy'?" Rick almost giggled.

"Nope," I answered. "I'm into guys my own age, more or less." I took a chance I could be a little more forthright. "Though if the guy's a really good fuck, maybe a 'daddy' slips out."

I thought I'd shock Rick but he nodded. "I've seen that in one of Erica's videos." It was funny how he treated porn like it was some ethnographic research into the Gays. "You more into the bottom, Campbell?"

I wasn't sure how comfortable I felt discussing my sex life with my best buddy, but I nodded. "Well, versatile. But when it works out that way I like bottoming," I answered. Then, I added, "Prefer it even." I'd probably regret this conversation at a future date.

Rick looked me up and down. "Bro with that body you could be scoring with anyone you want."

"I do OK," I admitted, inwardly pleased at Rick's compliment.

"I bet you do. You really packed on some muscle since college. Kept it lean, too. How much work you gotta put in to get a body like that?"

"You don't want to know."

Rick laughed. "I bet three or four days in the gym a week, another three sessions of cardio."

"That's about right."

"Fuck!" Rick whistled in admiration. "That's a hell of a lot of work. I'm glad I can let myself go a little. Erica doesn't mind a little extra girth, so it's hard to get the extra motivation."

"Of course she doesn't mind," I blurted. "Dude, you're hot as fuck."

Rick was a man of surprises but now it was his turn to be surprised. "Really bro?" Like the idea had never occurred to him. "Campbell, I got some serious love handles going on. I'm one of those bears you guys keep talking about."

"Dude, you're not a bear. You're just an ex-jock with a smoking hot body. I dunno, a straight dude's body."

Rick smiled, feeling a little more comfortable in his skin. "You just blowing smoke up my ass, Campbell? I got a special reason for asking."

My heart pounded. I had done such a good job at keeping my lust for Rick in check, but I knew I was crossing the line by outwardly praising his body this way. It's not something that bros do. "Special reason?"

My buddy grinned. "Erica gave me a free pass for the week."

"Free pass?"

He nodded. "It started out as a joke, you know me saying I'd have to be careful cause all the gay dudes would want to come on to me, and Erica told me if I was interested I should just do it."

"What the fuck?!"

"I know, right? I think the idea turns her on. She made me promise if I did anything I'd tell her about it when I got home."

"You seriously on the make, bro?" I asked, unbelieving what I was hearing.

"Let's just say I'm curious what it would be like." Rick still had his playful, joking smile but a seriousness too. "I feel like I'd know you better, too, maybe knock down that wall you built up senior year."

"And I thought you'd be pissed at me telling you that you have a hot body."

"What dude doesn't want to hear he's hot? Particularly when he's let himself go a little."

I looked his body up and down. I couldn't believe how magnificent the bulk looked up close.

"Jeesus, bro, if you only..." I held my tongue, in case I was going too far.

"Only what?" he asked. I think he got a kick seeing me off guard. Calm Cool Collected Campbell he'd tease in college after .

"A lot of guys go for a beefy build like yours."

I saw his eyes dart across the deck. "What about that one there? The shorter one, reddish hair..."

I looked over casually. I don't know if I'd call the guy a twink, he had more of that collegiate fratty look. But he was a contrast to Rick's thick body - lithe, eight pack on display. And he definitely had eyes for my buddy. He keep sneaking looks over, grinning, practically giggling with his buddies.

"Oh yeah, he's into you, bud," I grinned, slapping his back, and happy to take on wingman duties. "If you wanna reel him in, take off your shirt."

Rick had on a T-shirt. Form fitting, but still covered his awesome torso. I think he was self conscious around all the in-shape guys.

"Yeah?"

"See if I'm right."

Rick loved a challenge. He handed me his beer and peeled off his shirt, stuffing it into his back waistband. My heart raced. I wasn't sure how I was gonna keep my hands off this ex-jock build all week.

I'd barely handed Rick his beer back when had an ego-filled smile. "Damn, buddy, it's working. Frat Dude likes what Daddy's got going on."

Indeed Frat Dude's eyes were wide in lust. No longer darting stolen glances but staring at my friend. I laughed. "You gonna go over and introduce yourself?"

He looked at me, sheepish but confident, too. "I guess it's time for me to lose my dude-on-dude cherry, huh?" I could tell that beneath the bravado, deep down he was nervous.

"You don't gotta prove anything, bud. Not to me." I took another glance over at Frat Dude. "But if you wanna lose it, I bet he'd be a fun one."

"What about you, Campbell? You gonna hook up with that Daddy?"

That man had long disappeared into the crowd but maybe he was still around. "Maybe," I said. "I'm pretty horny."

Rick smiled. It was just like the shore house days way back. Two buddies. He clinked my beer and winked before walking over to where Frat Dude was hanging out with his friends.

I sighed, ashamed of my jealousy, but also titillated that my straight buddy was actually picking up another dude. It was all unreal.

I thought of going home and resting up before dinner but decided for another drink. By the time I got back from the bar, Rick and Frat Dude were gone. "Wow, buddy, way to go" I said to myself.

Just then, a hot guy came up to me. Very fit, muscular, tall dude. My age, dark hair, handsome with a dimpled smile.

"Your boyfriend left you?" he asked.

It's the kind of pickup line that bugs me unless the guy's hot. And this guy was hot. "He's just my friend." I thought of telling him that Rick was straight, trying out gay sex for the first time. But I thought better of it.

"Jeff," he said, offering his hand.

"Dave," I replied.

We made some small talk. About the week, the weather, our plans for the evening. When he finally said point blank, "Dave, you're the hottest guy here." Eyes eating me up, making me feel like a million bucks.

"You're not so bad yourself," I said, getting a nice flirty vibe on. And I was getting more than a little tipsy too. "I bet you're great in the sack."

Apparently Jeff liked the no-nonsense approach. Or maybe I got away with it because of my looks. "I usually make my bottoms pretty happy." Then with a cocked grin, he added, "If that's your sort of thing."

"Sounds pretty awesome, man."

Jeff left me pretty damn happy all right. I'd been so keyed up being in P-town without getting laid and the added layer of having Rick around made me crazy mad horny. Jeff fucked a load out of me twice before he left my rental house just after sunset.

The sex even made me forget about Rick, but as I scarfed down a late dinner, I realized my buddy still hadn't come back. Good for him.

The next morning he wasn't there either. I made my way to the beach and figured I'd catch up with my buddy later. Indeed, by the time I got back to the house in the afternoon, he was there on the deck, reading a book.

"Hey Dave," he said. "I didn't feel up for the beach today. How was it?"

"Great," I answered. I was both tired and energized from a day in the sun, scoping out hot dudes. "How was Frat Dude?"

Rick gave a sly grin. "Fan-fucking-tastic, buddy. Why don't we head to T and I'll tell you all about it."

So we did. Rick gave me the blow-by-blow. Apparently Frat Dude was really good at giving head. Rick excitedly told me the details and then leaned over and said real low, "and get this Henderson, I decided to just fucking do it, too. I sucked a dick."

"You want a medal?" I teased.

Rick laughed. "I'm not sure I was so great, but it was kind of a rush, having another dude's dick in your mouth. I even let him cum in me."

I was still trying to get my head around Rick's new homo/bi side, and I have to admit the confession shocked me.

"Come on, Henderson," he changed topic. "How about you? You get lucky?"

I told him about Jeff. And maybe because Rick had been so forthcoming with me, I spared no details on what Jeff and I had done. It felt refreshing, liberating even, to talk about sex this way with one of my best friends. "I think I needed to get fucked," I said. "It'd been too long."

Rick gave me a playful squeeze on my shoulder. I was shirtless and today Rick was too, showing off his beefy build. "You ever get that itch again, just remember Big Daddy Rick's around," he teased.

I shot him a glare. A don't fuck with me glare. Maybe Rick didn't know how much I was boning for him, or he wouldn't have said that.

His expression got real serious and his voice soft. "I mean it, Dave. If you ever wanna..."

Oh fuck, did I. Particularly when Rick's face approached mine and our heads tilted in opposite directions and our mouths touched. It was like my first kiss, all over again. Because it was special. Forbidden. Rick may have been green at guy-on-guy sex but he knew how to fucking kiss. My head grew light and my heart pounded as we made out right there in the middle of the crowd.

"You gonna tell Erica about this?" Part of me didn't want to bring up his wife, but I knew I had to.

"Yep," he said with an impish grin, running his fingers along the back of my neck. "Only I may leave your name out."

We couldn't get back to the house quick enough. We kissed practically the whole path back to my bedroom, me walking backward, Rick taking charge. I kicked off my sandals and he peeled down his shorts. My buddy had one hell of a fat tool, hard and leaking. I'd barely had time to take off my shorts when he pushed us back onto the bed, his beefy body landing on mine.

It felt awesome being smothered by his weight, feeling his club of a cock hump into my abs as we made out hungrily.

Finally he leaned up and scooted back. He lifted my legs and I half wondered if he was gonna try to just shove it in.

"Bro..." I started to tell him I wasn't like a chick, but he put a finger to my lips.

"I wanna try this. I've seen it on a lot of videos." And he leaned down and started tonguing my hole. Holy Christ! I'd been rimmed before, and always loved it. But it usually was the appetizer before the main course. Rick had me reassessing my view. That rim job was the most sensual, sexual feeling I'd ever experienced. Building me up, keeping me on a plateau before backing out with just little teasing flitters of his tongue before he resumed a pile-driving action that drove me crazy.

Part of me wanted to take him with just spit and pre-cum as lube, but given his girth I knew better. I reached over and grabbed the lubricant from where Jeff and I had left it the night before.

"Here buddy," I offered, flipping the cap.

"Man o man," Rick said, like an excited kid as he greased up his fat dong. "I can't believe we're doing this."

"Me either, bud."

His meaty body crashed into mine for one last bout of kissing before he leaned back up and positioned his prick at my hole. "Ready, bro?"

"Fuck yeah," I urged.

Maybe too eager, because all of a sudden I got stuffed with Rick's fat ramrod, nearly knocking the breath out of me.

"Goddamn tight hole," he swore as he bored in and felt the tightness of my rectum around him.

I took some deep breaths and concentrated on how hot my friend was. Muscle and bulk in all the right places, cute masculine face, real power in his body. It relaxed me and soon I was hard as a rock and Rick was pounding me in long steady strokes.

"Fuck me," I growled. "Fuck me Rick"

"Oh, buddy, I'm not gonna last long in this hole."

The idea he was gonna shoot off drove me crazy. I spread my legs wider and let him pound me. And he did, harder and faster, sweat forming on his brow, his upper body muscles rigid with exertion.

"Mother fuck!" he cried as he ejaculated inside me.

The idea made me grip my cock and flail furiously until I spurted all over my chest.

"Nice," Rick said, as he ran his fingers through the splooge on my hairy torso. He pulled out and collapsed on the mattress next to me.

We had a soft kiss.

"Sorry I came so fast. I don't have the best staying power."

"It was awesome," I answered truthfully.

He got a thoughtful expression, like he was afraid to ask me something. "Do guys normally shoot that quick? You know when they're fucking ass."

It was adorable how he was trying to measure himself up.

"Sometimes. Sometimes not. You do have a quick trigger," I confessed, adding, "I loved it."

He smiled, thankful for the compliment. "You think, this week, you know... you could teach me how to last longer in you?" Then cautiously, "If you want to do it again, that is."

I pulled his face to mine. "Buddy you know I'm gonna put out for you, whenever you like."

Cocky, confident Rick came back, all of a sudden, growling and hoisting me on top of him. "In that case, Big Daddy wants to try it cowboy."