Things were quiet at Mac's Bar that night. I was nursing a beer when a friend of mine called me on my cell. I'd known Todd for some time now. He was one of those work buddies you keep after you've left a job. Tall and muscular, with rugged good looks like an action movie hero, he always got the once over from any girls around. But I knew that the women lusting after him were barking up the totally wrong-ass tree.
Todd wasn't necessarily in or out of the closet - he was just Todd: quiet and discreet about his sexuality. From talking to him, you wouldn't suspect know he was gay. We were great friends, and he had never made as much of a flirtation with me. I left well enough alone, but if only he knew that my heterosexual armor had more than a few chinks in it.
For years, my curiosity had been growing, churning within me until last week, when he phoned me at home, just the sound of his voice stirred my manhood into a full erection. I sat on my couch, stiff cock out and stroking it, while he talked about the Lakers, but I would never let on to him that I had reached the bursting point.
I was more than ready to taste another man's dick, but not Todd's. Sexual partners tend to come and go, but real friends are precious - not something to play around with and potentially jeopardize.
Todd said he and a friend had the game on, and did I want to drop by. Nothing was going on at the bar, so I said sure. Little did I know what kind of game he and his friend had on.
Driving over, my mind was on anything but sex, which is unusual for me (or any guy for that matter), and I pulled up in front of his house figuring on an evening downing a few brewskies and screaming at the ref. I could tell by the dark window that they weren't up front in the living room.
The front door was slightly open, so I walked through. I could see light reflected around the corner to the hallway, and figured they were watching the game in the den.
"Hello? Todd?" I yelled.
After a moment - "Back here!" he called out.
I strolled up the dark hallway toward the light coming through a crack in the door. I pushed the door open.
"So who's winning? What's the..." I stopped in mid-sentence.
There, on the couch, facing me, Todd bounced up and down, impaled on his friend's huge, fat cock in a reverse cowgirl (cowboy?). His eight inches, hard as calculus, jutted straight out at me.
"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, but my own prick had gone from zero to granite-hard in two seconds, and Todd could see this.
Todd spoke haltingly, obviously close to cumming from the fucking he was getting. He looked at the front of my trousers, where a tent had been erected in his honor.
"Mmmm, I knew it." He was breathing hard. "You can't hide it - not from a man who knows."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered unconvincingly. My mind was all over the place. I'm having a conversation with a gay man while I'm watching him get fucked. It was one of those things where my body knew where it was going before my mind did - but my brain was catching up fast.
Todd stroked his engorged cock and released it. "So... this is what gay sex looks like. But I think you've spent some time looking at this sort of thing before - if only online. If I'm wrong, then maybe I'm screwing up our friendship, but if I'm right..."
I listened and marvelled a little that Todd was conversing when, all the while, he was still bouncing vigorously on the cock of someone I hadn't yet been introduced to. I instinctively inched my way towards them. Faced with the choice: I could either intellectualize on the situation or just jump in with both feet.
Todd was really moaning now, his breath coming in short gasps. His beautiful stiff rod mesmerized me. I couldn't see his friend's face, but he was panting as Todd wildly thrust his ass up and down on his long, thick meatpole. My blood ran a little cold when I thought, "Oh my God! What if this is somebody else I know?"
But then Todd raised his arms, placing his hands behind his head, as you would if you were surrendering to somebody with a gun (in a way, I guess he was), but actually, it looked very pin-up sexy. I was relieved when I saw the face: handsome, but not anybody I knew.
Without another word, my decision was made - damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead.
I took a step forward, reached down with my left hand, grabbed the right side bottom hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up and over my head in one motion and let it go the way you would "drop the microphone". Another step, and I slipped my hands into the top of my shorts, thumbs grasping both shorts and underwear, scooted them down and kicked them off.
Todd grinned, apparently self-satisfied that he had read me right when my own granite dick sprang out (If this was a cartoon, it would have sounded like "boyoyoyoing!").
I fell to my knees in front of Todd, and without a moment's hesitation, slid my mouth over the head of his throbbing member and down the shaft until his pubic hair tickled my nose - no testing the water, just jumping right in to the deep end.
"Oh God, David," he cried. "Suck it! Suck my cock!"
I reveled in the taste and feel of the first penis to ever touch the back of my throat, holding my lips over my teeth as it invaded my mouth. I sucked hard, my face flushed, my cheeks concave around his dick.
I loved it (somehow, I always knew I would). The only really manageable thing to do was to position my mouth so that Todd could fuck it with his cock as he rode up and down on his friend's erection. My hands roamed up his smooth chiseled body, tweaking and pinching his nipples, which sent him into overdrive.
"Oh yeah, baby. Oooooh. That feels so good. Suck me, David. Suck me while Gary fucks my asshole. Unnnhhhhh".
I moaned over his leaking meatus, getting my first taste of his essence. I had my own stiff fuckstick in my hand and was jacking it for all I was worth - I honestly don't think it had ever been harder. Todd increased his rhythm, slamming the cock in his anus. I could tell he was close, his breath came out panting in shorter gasps, his cock hardening even more inder the ministrations of my lips and tongue. His helmet swelled from my furious movement. I traced the outline, feeling the definition of his cockhead, stiff within my warm, wet mouth.
Todd's mutterings were unintelligible now, moaning and murmuring. I could tell he was almost to the point of no return. His slurred voice reached a higher pitch as he approached his orgasm. I knew what drove me over the edge when I masturbated, and with a minor change, I applied it to my hot stud as he drove his dick insistently into my virgin throat.
My saliva ran down the shaft as I got my mouth as juicy as I could for him, wrapped my tongue out and down his length, and sucked so hard and fast that a muscle in my neck hurt.
Palming his balls, I continued to suck like a vacuum as I gripped them at the base of his rod and gently pulled down, stretching the skin of his cock tight.
