Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2005 17:01:22 -0600
From: S2G <straight2gay@gmail.com>
Subject: Love Lessons

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction, depicting sex acts
between two men.  If you are under eighteen or if the laws
where you live prohibit you from viewing or possessing such
material, please move on.

My friend Rick and I were late for the sign-up for our
upcoming semester of college courses and almost all of the
electives were filled.  I looked from list to list, trying
to find an opening in anything, but there was nothing I
hadn't taken before.
	"What about this?"  Rick pointed to a sign-up sheet
with a few lines open.  At the top of the sheet was the
title of the course, Gay Studies.
	"Are you fucking kidding me?"  I looked at him, sure
that he was joking, but he seemed serious.
	"Yeah, why not?  We're both into Psychology and we can
always drop it later.  You know people always drop out of
certain classes after a couple weeks.  We'll just slide in
to an opening in something else."
	"There is no way I'm taking a class on Gay Studies.
I'm not gay."  I turned away in the vain hope of finding
something else.
	"Dude you have to be more open-minded.  Besides, I bet
there will be some hot girls in that class.  You know how
girls always dig gay guys."
	"Have you completely lost your mind?"  Rick had to be
pulling my leg, but he showed no signs of letting me in on
the joke.
	"C'mon man," he said and signed his name to the
roster.
	Not believing what I was doing, I did the same.

	Rick was wrong about the hot girls.  In fact there
were only a few girls in the class, and they definitely
weren't hot.  Most were of the butch lesbian variety.  I
wanted to kick Rick's ass right then and there.
	The professor was one of those militant gays, you
could tell that he wore his proclivity for men on his chest
like a badge of honor.  He took one look at Rick and me and
could tell that we didn't belong in his class, but he said
nothing and just snorted in contempt when we answered to
his roll call.
	Then came the subject material.  Besides a bunch of
dry, required reading on gay rights, there were workshops
and take-home assignments centered around sexually pleasing
members of the same sex.  The instructor told us that we
would have to work in pairs in order to complete the
various assignments.  Rick and I quickly chose each other,
not wanting to be paired up with some flaming queen.
	After the class, I couldn't even speak to Rick, I was
so pissed.  Instead I marched straight down to the
university office to get my schedule changed, but they were
closed.  I ended up at a bar near the campus and tried to
extinguish my fury with a few beers.
	A few hours later, when I stumbled into the dorm room
that Rick and I shared, he was still up.  I looked over at
the couch and saw that one of the folders we had gotten in
class sitting there open.  Inside there were all sorts of
diagrams showing different sexual positions for gay men.  I
squinted at the drawings and, realizing what I was seeing,
threw the book down.
	Rick came into the room behind me, wearing only a
towel.
	"There you are," he said smiling, obviously able to
tell that I had been drinking.
	"Yeah here I am.  I ought to kick your ass."
	"For what?"
	"For getting us into that gay class.  I'm getting out
of there as soon as possible.  I'm gonna march down there
tomorrow and get this straightened out."  I glared at Rick.
"Pun intended," I added defiantly.
	"Hey what's the big deal?  I've been looking through
some of the curriculum and its not that bad.  I read in
that book there that a man can increase his sexual pleasure
by shaving his balls and around his cock and ass."
	"So?"
	Rick smiled and took a sip from the beer he had left
on the table.  "So I tried it.  It feels fucking great.  I
can't wait until I hook up with someone to try it out."
	"You did what?"  I sat down, not believing what I was
hearing from my supposedly straight best friend.
	"I shaved myself.  You should try it."
	"Look, I'm not getting involved in any of that faggot
crap."  I rose to my feet and unsteadily made my way to
bed.  "Dude, you need some help."

	The next day we didn't have Gay Studies, but I woke up
late and missed my first two classes.  By the time I made
it down to the office again, they were closed.
	As I got back to the apartment, I pulled out a bottle
of whiskey, hair of the dog you know, and sat down in front
of the TV.  Rick wasn't there.  After a few shots, I
realized that I hadn't showered that morning.  I gave my
armpit a quick sniff.  I was ripe.  I grabbed the bottle
and made my way to the bathroom, awkwardly shedding my
clothes as I went.  As I turned on the shower to wait for
the hot water I saw Rick's razor sitting on the sink, with
some of his pubic hair on it.
	Maybe it was the whiskey or something, but the thought
of shaving myself suddenly appealed to me.  My ex-
girlfriend had always wanted me to do it, but I never did.
Before I knew it, I found myself in the shower, soaping up
my cock and balls and shaving myself as smooth as the day I
was born.
	After I got out of the shower, I stood in front of the
mirror and took another swig from the bottle as I admired
my work.  Rick walked in, seeing me naked and smiled.
	"I see you took my advice."
	"Oh shit!"  I nearly jumped out of my skin and moved
to cover myself.
	"Relax, dude.  It's cool.  We've both been in locker
rooms before, right?"
	"Yeah I guess so."  I smiled lamely. I wrapped a towel
around myself anyway.
	"Hey since you took my advice on the whole shaving
thing, I've discovered a few more things in that book.
There's this kick-ass way of jacking yourself off, a two
handed method.  You should really try it, especially
considering that now you're all smooth and all."
	"Hmm," I replied, wondering where the conversation was
headed.
	"Yeah, I'll show you.  I mean not on you or anything.
I'll do it to myself and then you can copy me.  Let me grab
some porn and I'll pop it in the DVD player."
	"No, um, that's OK."  My skin suddenly felt hot.
	"C'mon man, we've watched porn together.  We've even
jacked off in the same room before, or don't you remember?"
	"I remember.  When we were kids.  A couple times."
	"Yeah, so what's the big deal?  I'll be right back."
Rick sprinted to his room while I sat on the couch.  I felt
light-headed.
	Rick came back into the living room, stark-naked, his
cock at half-mast.  He had a porn DVD in one hand and a
bottle of lube in the other.  Before he sat down in the
recliner, he popped the DVD in the player and pressed PLAY.
The screen came to life as the porno started.  It was the
standard fare, a secretary blowing her boss in his office.
My cock stirred at the sight.
	"Hey, take that towel off," Rick said, "And I'll show
you what I learned."
	Slowly, I opened my towel and turned my attention to
Rick as he squirted a bit of lube onto his hands.  He
proceeded to grab his cock at the base with his right hand
and then swirl his left hand over the head.  He continued
with this slippery two-handed motion, as one hand twisted
up and down his tool with the other hand lightly teasing
the tip.
	"You have got to try this."  He laid back in the
recliner, giving me full view of what he was doing.
	As much as I tried, I could not keep my eyes off of
his cock.  It was thick and meaty, about an inch longer
than mine, with very pronounced veins.  I pried my eyes
away and then down to my own penis which had achieved about
a three-quarters erection.  I touched it lightly and it
seemed to spring up.  Things were getting weird.  Not
wanting to focus on my buddy, I started to mimic his
motions instead.  After a few seconds, I was fully hard.
	"You're not doing it right," Nick commented.  "It's
like this."  He demonstrated again, his cock glistening.
	"Well I don't have any lube," I replied.
	Nick jumped up.  I thought he was going to hand me the
bottle, but before I knew it he was kneeling before me with
both hands on my cock.  "This ought to lube you up," he
said, grinning.  However, once my cock was shiny with lube,
he didn't stop.  He kept massaging my cock slowly,
deliberately, looking into my eyes as he did so.
	"Hey, what the fuck," I said, even though part of me
didn't want him to stop.
	"Just lay back and enjoy it."
	I wanted to get up, but what Nick was doing felt so
good.  I found myself sliding lower on the couch.
	A drop of precum leaked out of the head of my cock.
Rick gave me a self-satisfied smile and then leaned
forward.  With one stroke of his tongue, he licked the
fluid away.  I felt a shiver run through my whole body.
Nick looked at me hungrily and then slid my cock into his
mouth.  I was too shocked to react.
	The feeling was exquisite.  He sucked at me with
vigor, kneading my balls as he glided up and down my shaft.
My cock had never felt so hard before.  Nick stopped
sucking and teased my balls with his tongue while stroking
me.  I thought that my whole body might explode.  After a
couple minutes of that he casually raised my legs and put
them on his shoulders, then began to devour the crack of my
ass, then my balls once more before he lowered his glorious
mouth on my cock again.
	It was pure ecstasy.  No woman had ever given me head
like that.
	Nick pulled me off the couch and onto the floor.  He
turned back toward me, so that we were almost lying side by
side.  He continued his furious assault on my cock.  As I
writhed with unspeakable pleasure, Nick's cock brushed
against my face, leaving a trail of precum across my lips.
I licked my lips, surprised by the taste.  As his cock drew
nearer again I licked at it tentatively, Nick took that as
a cue and thrust his hips toward my face, giving me better
access.  I studied his cock, watching it pulse with
excitement, knowing what I was going to do, what I had to
do.  As I took him inside my mouth, sucking my first cock,
my best friend's cock, I knew.  I knew that it would not be
my last.
	Nick rolled over on top of me and we settled into a
classic sixty-nine position, each of us sucking as if
trying to suck out the very essence of one another.  I
couldn't take much more.  I felt myself nearing the edge.
I moaned around Nick's cock in my mouth as if to warn him
and then, unable to hold back, I came.  I could feel Nick
swallowing rapidly as I flooded his mouth and then I felt
his own cock swell and he shot hot streams of cum down my
throat, deep inside me.
	Nick collapsed on top of me and we stayed that way for
a while as recovered.  All the while we kept cleaning each
other with our tongues, savoring every drop, bathing each
others balls and asses with our saliva.
	Finally Nick crawled from on top of me.  "That was
amazing," he said, for both of us.
	In our passion, we had knocked the Gay Studies
workbook off the couch and it had opened to a page,
displaying two men fucking.
	"Shall we?"  Nick raised an eyebrow and gave me a
mischievous smirk, his cock already starting to harden
again.
	"Uh, I don't know about that," I halfway protested.
	"Fifteen minutes ago, you had never sucked a cock
either.  C'mon, relax."
	Nick rolled me over on my stomach and spread the
mounds of my ass.  Again his tongue probed and explored me.
I sighed, feeling my ass rise instinctively as he continued
to work on me.  My own cock responded and began to stiffen.
I raised myself up onto my knees and elbows.  Nick was
everywhere; gently cupping my balls and stroking my cock as
he ate my ass.  I felt the coldness of the lube as he
spread it on me, then he warmed it with his breath and
hands before inserting a finger into my asshole.  I felt
him pull away and then he was there once more, but this
time it was the head of his cock applying the pressure.  I
groaned as he slowly worked his way in, biting my lip
against the painful intrusion.  We sat there for a moment
as I adjusted to the sensation and then I could feel his
cock sliding slowly, ever deeper, until his balls rested on
the cheeks of my ass.  He began to thrust inside me,
picking up the tempo until he was fucking me hard and fast.
I was amazed as how easily we fit into these previously
unknown and primitive roles; he was a natural top and I was
a natural bottom.
	His cock swelled inside me as he pounded away.
	My cock felt as if it would explode.  My voice was
ragged with lust.  "Oh, fuck me.  FUCK MEEE!"
	Nick responded by slamming me with everything he had.
I could feel his cock grow even larger, the veins standing
out painfully and then the warmth of his cum as he splashed
my insides with his pearly wetness.  My own cock spasmed as
I shot farther than I ever had before, hitting my stomach,
chest and chin.
	As he withdrew, Nick pulled me close to him and we
held each other on the rug, our cocks touching.  We kissed
hard, our tongues fighting each other as we basked in each
other's presence.  Exhausted, we fell asleep in each
other's arms.

	The next morning, as we awoke, I was worried about
feeling weird, but as Nick grabbed my cock again, all my
doubts were pushed aside.  Although we should have been
getting ready for class, we went for round three and
afterward everything felt right between us.
	We didn't drop the class, quite the opposite.  I guess
you could say that we've become star pupils.  I don't even
think about girls anymore; I'm fairly certain that I'm gay
or at least extremely bisexual.  And in love.  Yes, love.
But who better to be in love with than your best friend?


I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed
writing it.  Comments are always welcome at
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