Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2005 23:47:17 -0400
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Seduced Straight Friend

This is just fiction, although it would certainly be fun in real life. Avoid
reading this story if you are not 18 or older than 18, or if hot gay sex
offends you. Please use condoms in real life. And please let me know what
you think of the story.


My buddy Jeff and I have been going camping since we were kids. From those 2
scrawny boys came 2 strapping young men. When we were in our early 20's,
during spring break Jeff came back to town for a visit (I could only afford
community college) and we decided to go up to the lake.

The only problem was my boyfriend, Carlos. Carlos was very jealous of most
of the guys in my life, and when he saw the photos of me and Jeff in nothing
but gym shorts, our arms around each other as our broad chests ripple with
sweat - yeah, he got jealous. He also got horny and pounded my ass into the
mattress, but envy was the primary emotion.

Somewhat reluctantly, I asked Jeff if Carlos could join us. Jeff agreed,
because we'd always tried to get to know each other's current
boy/girlfriends anyway. So we all went to the lake for the weekend.

As soon as we got there and got everything set up, there were only a few
hours of daylight left. Jeff wanted to take a swim while Carlos and I cooked
dinner. He pulled off his flannel shirt, revealing his sinewy torso. To my
surprise he had started to let his chest hair grow in, and it accentuated
just how munchable his quarter-sized nipples and six-pack are. His ass in
boxer briefs, which he promptly chucked as he got near the shore, is also
quite munchable. At first I didn't want to stare, until i realized Carlos
was drooling into the fry pan.

"Wait until you see the rest," I hissed into my lover's ear. And then I
shoved my tongue as far as it could go. He loves that. His bulge was tearing
through his faded jeans.

When Jeff got back, he didn't bother to cover up. His wild pubic bush did
nothing to hide a penis that was a throbbing 6 1/2 inches and swinging
wildly between his muscled thighs. I groaned and ground my crotch into
Carlos' beefy denim-covered buns. I really did not want to sexualize Jeff
this way, but he was making it so damn impossible. I was stuck here with
Jeff the brown-haired, brown-eyed, cub bear in training and Carlos the
luscious Puerto Rican gym queen with a baby smooth body and an uncut, beer
can thick cock you could break your jaw on.

I was so hard I could pound nails.

We somewhat tersely ate dinner, and then sang a few cheesy camp songs.
Carlos was openly ogling Jeff by the firelight. Jeff either didn't realize
or didn't care. I have to admit i was ogling him too.

Finally, time for sleep. Good luck with me sleeping on my erection. When I
get hard I'm about 8 inches and VERY noticeable. When we all stripped for
bed I realized just how noticeable. I normally sleep nude but I didn't want
to cause a scene tonight. Yet, by choosing to wear tightie whities, that's
exactly what I did. My cock looked like a fucking Asgardian hammer tearing
out of my briefs. It was embarrassing. And they were so tight on my ass, I
felt like people could count every crack hair. I was more self-conscious
than ever. Carlos and Jeff of course slept naked, making me feel all the
more isolated.

I finally managed to get to sleep, after God knows how long. At first I
thought I was dreaming when I felt my briefs sliding down. Then my bubble
butt was exposed to the cool night air. 2 fingers sliding inside my hole
helped dissipate my grogginess - a thick, fat tongue shoving itself up there
made me groan. Very loudly.

"Wha....?" I heard Jeff whimper. Before I could say anything, Carlos grabbed
my hand and slid it over Jeff's flaccid penis. This was wrong, to do this to
my straight friend, but I was so horny with that stammering tongue against
my prostate, and i had always wanted to know Jeff in every single way, as a
friend and as a lover. I began to stroke him, gently at first.

"What are you DOI...ohohoh Goooddddd..."

My other hand reached up to glide across his chest carpet and tweak his
nipples. Oh how I wanted to taste them. So I did. I just couldn't stop
myself. I bit down on the left tit - hard. He screamed so loud the owls
probably said "what??" instead of "who". Then I sank my teeth into the right
one, all while I cupped his low-hangers and circled my thumb around his
mushroom-sized head.

Jeff was groaning so loudly now. I had always wanted to kiss him. I moved up
to his face, and he tried to jerk away. The worst thing a straight guy can
do is kiss a fag, I guess. So I dove into his lap. He thrust wildly into my
mouth. Damn he was horny. He showed me what a lap dance was all about. I
steadied his hips as I deep-throated him all the way down. Carlos had lined
his cherrybuster up to my hole and was drilling my most private pleasures
areas. It was all I could do to not bite Jeff, but I couldn't hurt this god,
this fantasy fulfilled. He whimpered and he ruffled my hair as I suckled his
life essence. Finally he shot his hips up one final time and he came and
came and came and came. White hot spurts of his juice, his present to me for
15 years of friendship and loyalty and football games and unrequited love.

I kept every single speck of cum in my mouth. Before he realized what was
going on, I grapped the back of his head and smashed our mouths together. We
shared a violent, sloppy kiss as I fed him his own cum. He resisted, but the
nrelented, and soon we lazily tongue-kissed, making loud sucking sounds as
my hard penis stabbed his abs and leaked precum into his navel.

With a major grunt in my ear and sharp teeth marks in my neck, Carlos
ejaculated his load inside me. Jeff started calling me a slut and whore and
hissed for me to come on his chest. I did just that.

I fell asleep between my lover and my best friend. Our arms wrapped around
each other.

I'm not going to tell you that Jeff and I got married in Massachusetts or
anything. We don't talk about what happened. We don't need to. Carlos and I
broke up a few months later. We don't see each other too often.  We don't
need to either. Time has passed. I found a new love, and I still have Jeff
as a friend. I also have my memories.

And no matter what, that was the absolute best night of my life.