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— originally published in
Allboy magazine - Holiday, 2005, issue —
Does Takin' Your Best Friend's Dick Up Your Ass Make You Gay?
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Hey, man, I'm still a little freaked about what happened. That's why I
need to tell somebody. Do you got a little free time to listen, man?
'Cause I gotta tell somebody.
Oh, by the way, my name's Kevin.... my skaterboiz buddies call me Kev....
My best friend is, or should I say was, Richie. I dunno anymore. He's
nineteen, like me. He's tall and skinny and no stud with the bitches,
like I am. Well, I could be if I wanted to be, but I'm more into hangin'
out with my friends than trying to fuck bitches. I dig skateboarding all
over San Francisco, scorin' some beer or some weed and... you know, just
fuckin' off mostly. I'm only five-foot-six but I got a good bod and
bitches tell me I'm "cute," whatever the frig that means. I'm horny and
beat off almost every day, sometimes I take off to the park and do it
while I'm skateboarding... like it's a thrill to think somebody might
see me, you know, shoot my load while I'm ridin'. It's way cool.
Richie and me have known each other forever. We was, like, twins... we
did everything together... including sleepovers at his folk's pad or
mine.
Lookin' back at it now, from about the time we turned eighteen, I
realize that Richie was takin' every opportunity to get his hands on me.
He would grab me and start wrestling, or punch me in the arm to get me
to react, grab for my crotch, and when I'd sleep over I'd usually wake
up with him practically on top of me. I stopped the overnight shit when
I woke up one day with a woody and he was pressing his hard-on against
my ass. It kinda freaked me, man. But, nothin' else ever happened so I
tell myself that shit like that happens when you're asleep and young and
horny all the time. I've heard the expression that guys will fuck mud if
there ain't anything else around. They're prob'ly right, but now I ain't
sure about nuthin'.
So, here's what happened. The other day, Richie and me had been hangin'
out as usual. Now that we're both out of school and waitin' to go to
Berkeley this fall, we don't have much to do. I got a scholarship and
Richie's old man is loaded so we're set for school. Don't have to flip
burgers at Big M's or shit like that... degrading shit. You dig?
We'd been skateboarding in The Park, the huge park in San Francisco down
by the ocean. It's like miles of nothin' but paths, walkways, trees,
cliffs and a cool place to be, with lotsa hills to skateboard on. I
broke a finger there once a coupla years ago... but I ain't getting into
that right now.
We end up at Richie's house, and his parents aren't home. We're all
sweaty from bein' out in the sun all day. So, we're chillin', sitting in
the family room with the TV on some hip-hop station and I'm sprawlin'
out in one of the rattan chairs with my feet on the hassock and Richie's
sittin' across from me, and we're drinkin' some red wine he copped from
his old man's stash in the bar. We're sorta goofin' around and Richie
reaches over and pulls the hassock, tryin' to land me on my ass but
instead, I spill the whole friggin glass of wine on my pants and shirt
and all over him. My hand just flew up when he jerked the hassock and
that shit went everywhere.
"Oh, man, fuck," Richie yells, "Ma's gonna kill me if I get that stuff
on the furniture. Get up! Take off your clothes!" And he runs into the
kitchen to get some soap and a sponge. "Put your clothes on the back
steps," he yells. "Don't get that shit on the rug!" So, man, I strip.
Richie comes in and takes off his clothes, like we wasn't wearing
anything but a T-shirt and shorts, but they were soaked in red wine.
"You better put these clothes in the washer, dumb ass!" I tell him. "I
can't go home all covered with wine stains. "What the fuck was you doin'
anyway?" I pretended I was pissed but I really wasn't. But he was shook
up.
He finished wiping the wine off the furniture, which was some kinda
plastic shit that doesn't stain anyway, and cleaned the floor and then
he picked up the clothes and headed for the laundry room.
He came back and flopped down in the chair opposite me. It felt kinda
weird sprawling there naked. It wasn't something I do around another
dude, know what I'm sayin?
"Man, I'm sorry," Richie whines, lookin' up at me like an ass-kicked
dog.
"Don't worry about it, I just hope your parents don't get home and catch
us bare-assed."
"Naw, they're away for the weekend. I was goin' to axe (he always said
'axe' for 'ask' for some stupid reason) you if you wanted to stay over."
"Uhhhh, I don't think so. I better go home when my clothes dry."
"Ahhhh, come on, Kev! You never stay over anymore."
"Yeah, because we're over eighteen!" I answered. "Older guys don't do
that shit."
"Sez who?"
"Sez me, dumb ass. It would make me uncomfortable."
"Fer crissake, why's that?"
"Oh, no reason in particular."
"Come on, what makes you uncomfortable about spending the night with me?
We done it a zillion times."
"Yeah, but the last time... uh..." (I didn't want to go further but I
just blurted it out.) "Because you were rubbin' your stiff dick on my
ass when I woke up the last time. Uh, maybe you was asleep, but it just
was... you know... weird!"
"Did you think I was tryin' to make out wit'cha?" he asked.
"Somethin' like that."
He looked long and hard at me and then said, "I was."
I couldn't say nothin'.
"Yeah, Richie," he said in this soft voice I could barely hear. "I been
wantin' to make out with you for a long time. I guess you can call me a
homo if you want, but I did want to make it with you, and I still do. I
ain't never been with a guy and I don't really want to... just with
you."
I gulped. But I looked down and saw my dick was getting stiff. And I
looked up at him and suddenly, and I don't know where it came from, I
said, "Go for it."
And he did, like a porpoise after a mackerel, he reached over and
grabbed my ball sac between his fingers and took a long swipe at my cock
with his tongue. I moved forward in the chair to give him more access.
He leaned forward even further and took my cock in his mouth and began
running his tongue around the head of my dick.
Holy fuck! It felt fantastic!
"Stand up," Richie tells me.
I do and he takes my dick, which is long and curves sorta downward, into
his mouth and then he begins going down on me. He just keeps sliding my
meat down his throat until it is completely buried with his nose in my
pubes. The fucker is ten inches long, man! Far out! I would'a gagged.
I moaned. I grabbed his hair and started face fuckin' him real hard, and
he's sputtering and spit is running down his chin, and he's pullin' on
my balls with one hand and hangin' onto my ass cheek with the other, and
I don't want him to stop.
Finally, he comes up for air.
"Turn around," he says.
"No fuckin' way," I answer.
"C'mon, Kev, I ain't gonna fuck you. I just wanna lick your ass."
Fuckin' weird! But I turn around and I bend over, and he starts lickin'
up and down my ass crack, and then he's spreading my ass cheeks and is
licking around the hole and tryin' to get his tongue up there. At first
I felt really, like, humiliated, but pretty soon I was really getting
into it.
"You like that ass? You like that ass and cock?" I ask, friggin my meat.
He mutters and keeps eatin' my ass.
"Yeah, come on, fucker. Eat my fuckin' ass. You wanted my ass, now eat
it. Eat it. You're a filthy cock-sucker!" You like my asshole? You want
it don't you, you fuckin perv! I'm gonna shoot a load down your throat!"
That just drives him further into his frenzy, and he's slapping my ass
cheeks and spitting into my hole and diving his tongue in and I'm
getting hotter and feel like I'm gonna nut right there.
I feel him probing at my asshole with his finger but by then I'm so
fuckin' hot, I'll let him do anything... and that's what he did. He
stood up and spit a big mouthful of drool on my asshole and another on
his dick and then he slides that fuckin' rod right up my ass!
Okay, you're waiting for me to stop him and kick the shit out of him,
right? And never speak to him again, right? Well, I don't know if you've
ever been fucked before, but if you have, it ain't that easy to stop it
'cause that stiff pole pounding your prostate feels so fuckin' good that
you want it to go on forever, especially if it's your first time. We all
know a stiff dick has no conscience, right?
Well, he's really pounding my ass, and I'm jerking my cock, and I hear
him moan and he drives into me and then holds my ass cheeks and I feel
his throbbing cock shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum up my hole.
"Oh, fuck," I mutter, "I'm gonna cum!" I try to hold back 'cause I know
I'm gonna shoot a load all over the family furniture, and that gives
Richie time to pull his drooling dick out of my asshole and turn me
around, just as I let go and shoot this long stream of jizz right into
his face. He looks up at me and takes my cock in his mouth and I finish
shooting my load down his throat. The force of cumming almost buckled my
knees and I had to put my hands on his shoulders to stay standing. And
my knees were shakin' like a motherfucker.
He finishes slurping down my cum and then he smiles up at me, like the
happiest asshole on earth. He's got this big white line of dick juice
running from his hair, down over one eyelid and over his cheek and
dribbling off his chin, and he looks really stupid. And I start to
laugh! I don't know whether I was embarrassed, humiliated, or just plain
fuckin' happy. But it was my first real lay and it was wild, even if it
was with a guy... and my goofy friend Richie at that.
Okay, so I shouldn't be freaked out. I know dozens of guys who've gotten
blow-jobs from other guys, so that's no big fuckin' deal, right? I know
especially in San Francisco it's really easy; if your bitch won't give
up the pussy, you can always go down to the Castro and get your dick
sucked. Yeah, I don't know too many guys who've taken it up the ass
though, but fuck, man, when you're hot and horny, anything can happen...
know what I'm sayin'?"
But what kinda freaks me, and this is the part that I really can't
figure out, is that I did stay over at Richie's that night and I ended
up sucking his dick and fucking him... twice.
And I don't know what this shit is about, but we actually ended up
kissing each other for crissake! Me with my tongue down another dude's
throat, and our arms wrapped around each other, and waking up with wood
and fuckin' again, and I'm going over to his place tonight to spend the
night, and I know we'll get into bed as soon as we can and do all that
shit again.
I still think I'm straight, 'cause I sure as hell wouldn't let some
other dude get his dick in my ass or in my mouth, but it just seems
so... I don't know... so natural with Richie.
Fuck, I don't know. Maybe I'm in love with the weird fucker.
THE END
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