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Hey, I'm free anytime![]()
I'm still waiting.
You are welcome to come over anytime and I'll be on my knees and sucking your cock.
Straight cock is all I suck, and I've been doing it for a long time. In probably 95% of my encounters, I'd say I was the first guy to suck the straight guys cock.
I hope my first gay encounter is a good on...I'll be ready..I'll be hard...my balls will be full and my hole will be tight and clean!..
Michael was one of my best buddies for three or four years when I was in college and grad school. He was tall, with dark curly hair and pale blue eyes. A star soccer player in HS, he had a leanly muscled smooth upper body and powerful legs. He was handsome to be sure, but what really set him apart was a sort of confident and aware swagger, and he somehow managed to be both "cool" and engaged, never loosing any of his abundant enthusiasm for for the world and its pleasures. He was one of the most physical guys I've known. Very physical, and very sexual. We loved talking sex with each other: I heard many a description of non-stop sex with his girlfriend and he was insatiably curious about man-on-man sex and my adventures in the skin trade.
One night we ended up at my place (or rather my room--I was sharing a house with others) after a party and Michael decided he was too beat to drive home and wanted to spend the night sharing my bed. We both stripped. I knew Michael was as egotistical about his body as I was, and liked to show off, as did I. We had been naked with each other in the past--showering and toweling off together after workouts--but this time was different, this time I felt a palpable sexual tension between us.
So Michael gets into bed and starts laughingly telling me that the last time he slept with a guy it was with J---- (his best hs friend, today a well-known actor, though not so at the time) and that as he was waking up in the morning he realized that the still sleeping J---'s stiff morning cock was up against his ass. Fuck! J---- must be gay! he at first thought. J--- wants my ass. But J---- wasn't gay, nor was Michael. Just a stiff morning cock, nothing more.
He then continued, perhaps noticing my own semi-erect cock. What do you think about us experimenting? It's not like I want a romance or anything--I won't do this if that's going to be the result--I just want to see what it's like to have sex with a guy.
So we prepped and showered and kissing deeply began to explore each other's bodies. He was immediately hard, even before my mouth was on his cock, with my hands stroking his washboard abs and hard pecs. I had just about brought him to climax, when he stopped me, saying he didn't want to cum just yet, and that he wanted me to fuck him, that he remembered that I had told him that the best ejaculations were the ones when a hard cock was up your ass. That's what he really wanted.
I rimmed and fingered him, getting him ready for my cock. I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more than him that night, but even as much as he gritted his teeth, and stiffened his torso, he was unable to take my 8" cock. It was too soon, and he was too tight. So I said we'd start with him fucking me, and see where it took us. And so he did. His cock wasn't huge--maybe 6 1/2"--but I told him I liked it brutal and it was one of the hardest, most intense fucks I'd ever had.
Afterwards we wrestled, laughed and slept deeply. In the morning I carefully and patiently massaged and tongued his butthole while stroking his cock until he was begging to get fucked. He started on top of me--this time and in this position it was almost easy--and we proceeded to other positions and intensities. We were drenched in sweat at the end. It was one of my best top fucks, vigorous and athletic and playful. We had one long, probing kiss, showered and so it ended.
Michael said he loved the sex, as did I, but we both agreed that continuing would only complicate our friendship, eventually dangerously so.
So we had one great night and morning, no complications and a friendship intact.
Only rarely would we refer to the experience, but for my part, an occasional shared smile would bring back the memory.







