That's what Friends Are For 

{Gay, 1st time, anal}

As the time crawled closer to midnight both men had grown mellow and laid back from the alcohol they had consumed.  Downing the last swallow of his rum and coke Johnny leaned against the back of the barstool and stretched his long, thin legs out, crossing them at the ankles.  This position was not done for just comfort, it also perfectly showed off the promising bulge in the crotch of his jeans.   He and Randy had been friends since they were short, child-like high school freshman.  In a lot of ways they were closer than brothers, they knew things about each other that their families would never know.  There had never been secrets they kept from each other; everything had been discussed from fantasies to sexual conquests.

It was one of those things that he knew about Randy that few other people did that had prompted him to press for this get together.  Since the time that they had bonded and started sharing secrets Johnny had known Randy was bi-sexual.  He hadn't thought twice about it when his friend had told him and it hadn't changed anything between them.  But lately it had been playing on his mind.  In the last year he had been noticing something new about himself; he was starting to feel sexually attracted to men as well as women.  At first he was shocked by the mere thought of it and was determined to put it out of his mind.  However, after a couple more months he accepted it was there and part of him then let himself be comfortable with it.  As the months crawled by the attraction grew into wanting.  Accepting this was easier because the want of women was there right along with it.  He let himself feel it and as weeks ticked by he began to think about what he wanted if it were to happen.  When he shut his eyes to think about it what he saw was himself bent over being roughly fucked in the ass.  The mere vision of it made his asshole twitch and his cock get as hard as a railroad spike.  There was no having to get used to it or think about it this time, every time he shut his eyes and saw it a hot lust and aching need filled him.  But, he was reluctant to dive head first into the deep end of the pool with this.  Testing the water with his toes was more appropriate at this point.  Being a computer programmer he always looked at situations logically and worked through them methodically.  Deciding that was the best approach with this, he set to it.  After carefully examining what he wanted he decided to start out small, fingering his ass while he masturbated.  The feelings this produced were unlike anything he had ever felt before.  As time moved on he started inserting first one finger, then two and finally three, giving himself some of the most intense orgasms he had ever had. 

After his fingers he proceeded to the next step; a dildo.  Methodical as her was he spent his time picking it out; looking, touching and examining all the ones the local shop had until he found one that was realistic looking, felt real and was of average size and girth.  The anticipation he felt taking it home and getting ready to use it was unlike anything he could measure.  As he stood there, naked, greasing it up he could feel his asshole twitch, yearning for it.  No words he knew could describe the sexual pleasure he felt as he slid it into his hungry hole the first time.  It took him a half an hour to slide the fake phallus all the way in, not because it hurt but because he had to keep stopping lest he shoot!

That first time and every subsequent time after that, as he moved up and down on it or slid it in and out, he shut his eyes and thought about a real, living cock in its place.  He was hooked and there was no going back.

Gradually, he began to want the real thing. His fake fuck buddy was fantastic but the real thing attached to a living breathing stud was what he wanted.  But how to go about it.  That was the question.  Gay bars made him uncomfortable, it wasn't his scene.  A male hooker was out.  The internet was too risky.  Personal ads scared him.  What to do

Fate delivered the answer to him in a phone call, Randy.  As they talked he seemed to recall every time he had seen his bud naked.  Visions of his friends' long, thick, uncut cock danced before his eyes and the phrase he's bi-sexual ran in a loop in his mind like a record with a skip.

For weeks the vision of Randy's big cock plowing his virgin ass drove him almost to distraction.  Asleep or awake the fantasy haunted him.  He couldn't shake it. 

Finally, he set up a meet at a bar, just two old friends playing catch up.  But, he couldn't kid himself; he was going to make a pass at his old friend.  Hell he would beg him if he had to! 

Guts clenched tight, he gazed at his old friend, trying to keep the want and longing out of his face.  From the thick shock of black hair down to his bunched, muscular legs he still looked about the same as he had since high school.  But there were differences, the hair was thick and slightly mussed up as it always was but it had a more sophisticated cut to it.  His eyes were still the dark sky blue but the innocence in them was long gone.  He still had the heavy beard that showed a 5 o'clock shadow even right after he shaved but now he let that remain, giving him that scruffy appearance.  For as long as they had been friends Randy had been a big guy, 6'5",230 lbs, all through school he had been what they called a big ole' farm boy, having a muscular but not toned build from long hours of hard labor on his dad's farm.  However, that was now different, instead of pure muscular bulk he was toned and rock hard, evident every time he moved.  His jeans were now much tighter showing off the lean muscular legs.  They were even tight enough that you could see the outline of his cock down his left thigh.  He had aged well, his friend, and still very much resembled the boy he once was.

 Finally, Rand locked eyes with him and that roguish grin that enticed so many women into his bed made and appearance.  "So, old buddy, care to tell me what this all about?  You didn't push as hard as you did to set this up to just sit around and talk about old times.  So, spill it."

His pale skin flushed a bright pink, face feeling like it was on fire, Johnny looked down, toying with his empty glass.  "No, I had a reason for the meet."  He said softly.

Chuckling deeply Randy grinned, "No shit!  Care to fill me in?"

Blushing harder, Johnny asked softly, "You still bi-sexual or just women now?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that.  I prefer men over women at this point.  But I ain't gonna turn pussy down if it's thrown at me."  Then it dawned on him and a wide grin spread across his face.  Leaning closer to his old friend he draped an arm across the back of the stool and whispered hotly in his ear, "You want me to fuck you, is that it?  Is that why you pushed so hard to get together?"  Letting his hand wander to his old friends' crotch, he rubbed the bulge there, feeling it stiffen more and throb under his touch.

Gasping loudly, a shudder ran throughout his body.  It was like one of his fantasies coming to life.  Swallowing around the large lump that had formed in his throat, he nodded and said a soft, "yes."

Removing his hand Randy stood up and tossed a couple bucks on the bar for a tip then grabbed Johnny's elbow and said, "Let's go."

He didn't have to be told twice.  Unfolding his long body from the chair he adjusted his jeans trying to make his fully erect cock less noticeable, then followed Randy out to his car like an obedient little puppy.

The ride to Randy's condo was quiet; neither said a word, lost in their own thoughts.  When they went in there was no pretense as to what was going to happen, Randy led him straight to the bedroom.  Shutting the door, he shoved his old friend roughly against the wall and crushed his mouth down on his while almost tearing his clothes off.

Shaking from excitement, Johnny kissed his friend back with equal urgency then allowed himself to be shoved onto his back on the bed once Randy had gotten him disrobed.  Propping his heels on the edge of the bed and spreading his legs far apart he took his turgid cock in hand and rubbed it as he watched his friend shuck his clothes and his rock, hard body come into view.  The contrast between them had always been startling.  Randy had always been big and he had always been a beanpole, 6'1", 150 lbs soaking wet, with hair the color of corn silk, deep brown eyes and a light complexion to his friends darker more swarthy looks.  They had always made a startling pair.  But the biggest contrast was their cocks; he was a modest five inches long, erect, and average girth, cut.  But Randy had a battering ram, 11 inches long, almost as thick as a pop bottle and uncut.  As he looked at his friend, now standing at the foot of the bed, that monster fully erect and dripping his body screamed to feel it.

Without a word, Randy reached down and grasped his soon to be lovers hips and pulled them to the edge of the bed, propping his legs over his shoulder.  Then, firmly grasping his thick rod he held it to his friend's virgin hole and in one strong thrust buried himself to the balls into his friends waiting fuck hole.

Fuck that hurt!  But it was a pain he had been waiting on for so long and loved it.  His tight hole felt stretched to the limit but he still loved it!

With no soft words or anything that could be construed as sensitivity Randy started to pound his oldest friends ass in long, hard, fast, deep strokes that jarred his whole body, staring, hard, down into his eyes while he did, jaws clenched tightly.

It was better than he had imagined.  Even his dildo hadn't come close to the feelings being reamed by this monster cock was producing.  He was jerking on his cock so hard he was sure he was going to rip it off when he finally came but he couldn't stop!

The harder Randy pounded his ass the more he liked it, slamming down onto that fleshy intruder, trying to get it deeper into his bowels, wriggling and squirming all over the place, gasping and panting.

Unmercifully, Randy pounded his ass, actually doing it harder as he went on.  His cock was starting to twitch and throb deep in Johnny'stight hole, a sure sign of his imminent release. Growling loudly, a sneer crossing his handsome face, he leaned forward and crushed his lips down on the other mans in a rough kiss.

Willingly, Johnny parted his lips for the other mans  tongue, moaning into his mouth.  He could taste the tobacco and the drinks he had earlier.  When his friend moaned loudly and he felt a persistent throb against the hard knot of his prostate then the hot spray in his bowels he howled into Randy'smouth then covered his friends furry chest with what seemed like a gallon of his own hot spunk before going limp and shutting his eyes, panting heavily.

Straightening up, Randy let his cock slide out of his new lovers ass.  But, rather than being spent and limp it was still rock hard and throbbing.  He stood there grinning until Johnny opened his eyes and gasped.  Chuckling deeply Randy said, "Oh we ain't close to being done.  I've waited far too long to get a hold of that skinny ass of yours to end it after one fuck.  So roll over and stick that tight ass in the air."

Willingly, Johnny did as he was told, a wide grin on his face.