Date: Tue, 05 Feb 2002 16:56:15 -0500
From: Thomas Rea <tommy922@hotmail.com>
Subject: Best O Friends

This is the story of how I opened my best friend's eyes to the
possibilities that surround us. I welcome any comments or suggestions.

Tommy Rea


Best Of Friends

By Thomas W. Rea
Tommy922@hotmail.com


Robert and I had been friends since junior high school. Over the years we
had shared jobs, double dated, skipped classes, and attended concerts
together. We did all the things that best friends do. After high school we
each entered military service and did our time in different parts of the
country and different parts of the world. After his four years Robert
returned to the neighborhood. I stayed on a couple more years in uniform
before returning. Through all of this we stayed in touch and, when I got
back to town, we started to hang out and party again.

One afternoon while we were in our mid twenties we were sitting around
Robert's apartment watching movies and having a few beers. We had been
talking about ex-girlfriends and old school friends when we began to talk
about our long time friend Rick. A couple of years earlier Rick had come
out of the proverbial closet and admitted to the world that he was gay. Of
course, this only came as a shock to Rick because the rest of us in our
circle of friends knew quite well that Rick had probably been gay for the
better part of the last ten years. In fact, I think we were all relieved
that Rick finally understood what we had all known about him for so long.
That of course led to some standard gay jokes and slurs and speculation as
to just what Rick saw in this life style of his. Now, Robert of course had
no idea that I had once dabbled in the same thing when I allowed another
man to blow me in the dark booth of a local adult bookstore while I had
been stationed in South Carolina. That is a different story for a different
time though.

There we sat three or four beers into the afternoon in wild speculation...
"How can you do this?"; "How could he possibly do that?"  Robert then
stated for the record that he had never, nor would he ever, allow a penis
to come anywhere near his mouth or, for that matter, any other part of his
anatomy.

"Would you?" he asked.

"Would I what?" I asked in return.

"Would you ever consider sucking a dick?"

For a moment I stared at my friend through the light haze of a beer buzz.
Was he testing me I wondered.  Was this a rhetorical question or was he
testing the waters? If I say yes will I open up an honest dialogue, or get
my ass kicked? Oh, what the hell, I thought...go for broke. Maybe none of
my friends will talk to me tomorrow, but it might be worth it just to see
the look on Robert's face.

"Uh...Yes." I replied sheepishly.

"YOU WOULD??? Holy shit, no way!!!"  He answered with his jaw dropped and
eyes wide.

Then I dropped the other bomb and confessed to my closest and oldest friend
about the encounter in South Carolina. It would be an understatement to say
that Robert was flabbergasted at the news he had just learned. We both
agreed that it was time for two fresh beers. As we went into the kitchen to
retrieve new beers, Robert smiled and shook his head. He was obviously
stunned, but not angry or judgmental. In fact he seemed excited.

When we returned to the couch he asked if I had ever given head. I told him
no and he wanted to know if I ever seriously would. I told him that under
the right conditions and with someone I trusted I would probably do it. He
admitted that he had in fact fantasized about being with a man and, as I
had said, that under the right conditions with someone he trusted, he might
be willing to consider letting a man pleasure him. I had gotten aroused
talking about my previous experience and the thought of seducing my best
friend.  Right then I knew that it was now or never.

"Robert, do you trust ME?" I asked with a grin.

"Wait, you mean? Oh no...we couldn't...I couldn't," he stammered.

I slid closer on the couch. "No one has to know. No pressure, you know as
well as I do that we can take this to the grave. Anyway, I've got as much
to lose as you if anyone ever found out. What do you say?"  There was a
long pause as we stared at each other. I half expected to get punched in
the mouth any second.  The ball was in his court so to speak. The next move
would be his and we both knew it would be final.

After a long and uncomfortable silence Robert spoke.

"You swear to God that you'll never tell anybody, right? I mean swear to
God?"

Of course, I assured him. It's our secret. Don't worry.

"Ok, what do we do?" he asked.

I told him to stand up and to relax. He was very tense, as was to be
expected. I rubbed the front of his legs and reassured him that he was
making the right choice. I reached up and unbuckled his belt and pulled
open the buttons in front of his jeans. He helped me pull his jeans down to
his knees as I reached back up and curled my fingers into the elastic band
of his underpants. He breathed a heavy sigh and I pulled on the front of
his drawers. He was already mostly hard as his cock popped out. He was
slightly above average length and very thick with a thick, hairy, black
bush and hairy balls. I knew I was going to enjoy this.

I quickly pulled his underwear down to where his jeans were and started to
stroke his hardening cock. I felt myself get harder as he swelled in my
hand. I rubbed his firm stomach as I gently stroked him and admired his
manhood. I had never been this close to a cock myself so it was exciting
for me to feel the thrill of anticipation, as my long time fantasy was
about to come true.

I held him firm and licked the underside of his shaft from bottom to top
like a lollipop. He jerked back for a moment, but relaxed as I took his
head into my mouth. As I began to slide him in and out of my salivating
mouth he really started to relax and began to grind his hips in rhythm with
my lips.

"Oh that's unbelievable," he moaned under his breath.

I pulled him from my mouth and stroked him hard and fast as I caught my
breath and then I wrapped my lips and tongue around him and went back to
work. He was humping my face like a pro now and gripping the back of my
skull to help guide my rhythm and pace. He was starting to take control and
demand the pleasure he needed. I was no longer his best friend, but the
object of his sexual desire and lust. I was on my knees before him solely
to get him off. He knew it and I knew it and I loved every second of it.

As I slathered his hardness thick with saliva I felt my throat relax a bit
at a time. With each strong thrust of his hips I could accept just a little
more until, finally, I was taking all of him and nestling my nose in his
thick pubic bush. I reached around and gripped his ass and felt his muscles
tighten with every hump. I was in heaven.

After what seemed like a sexual eternity, I felt him swell up between my
tonsils and moan deeply. He muttered something that I couldn't understand
and I prepared myself for what was to happen. Without warning his legs
muscles tensed and his gripped my scalp even tighter as he pulled me into
him. My mouth was filled with his salty, thick eruption as he let loose his
ecstasy allover my tongue. I took as much as I could and pulled back
slightly feeling the rest land on my lips and chin. I gently milked out the
rest, allowing it to dribble over my hand and wrist as I looked up saw
incredible satisfaction on the face of my good friend.

As I went to the kitchen to spit and to grab a fresh beer, I smiled as
Robert went on and on about how incredible an experience that was and how
it was the best blowjob he had ever had. When I came back to the couch and
sat down we started to talk about what just happened. Mostly, it was Robert
repeating that he couldn't believe what he had just done, but how he was
glad that he did it.  He even said he would be willing to do it again if I
ever wanted. I asked him if he would ever consider giving head as well as
getting it. He stammered and stuttered and tried to spit out an answer but
I help up my hand for him to stop.

"Robert", I asked with a sneaky grin, "do you trust me?"