Where it happened: friend's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
When I was 22, I had just moved into a new apartment, and I chanced to meet a nieghbor who’s house was near-by. His name was Rick and he was older, 35. Rick was a great guy. He was good looking, fit, and did a lot of interesting stuff. He liked the outdoors, did art (painting), and worked with computers. He was not gay, and some pretty terrific looking girlfriends, but he was a man’s man sort of guy and easy to admire. We seemed to hit it off pretty well and there was this relaxed male-chemistry between the two of us. I started going over to his place quite a bit. We would talk and lots of time he’d fix dinner, and we woulkd eat and have a glass of wine.
There was also a deck, and often he would invite me over, and we would lay out and catch some sun. One morning I went over to do this, and after about an hour, a storm came up. We grabbed our towels and headed inside as the rain started to come down and the lightening cracked. We stood in the kitchen having a cup of coffee, and Rick suggested that maybe we should take a quick shower to wash off the san tan oil, which was kind of messy. I agreed, and he went first, and I stayed there in the kitchen. About five minutes later Rick came back and told me that it was my turn. I was kind of surprised that he had nothing on, having slipped his swimsuit off. But I figured that his house was pretty private so that was not a big issue. I went ahead and walked down the hall to the bathroom, slipped my swimsuit off, and climbed into the shower to wash off. When I emerged, I debated whether I should put my suit on or cover up with a towel, or not bother to do that like he had. Deciding to be brave about it, I left my swimsuit sitting there on the floor next to his, but sort of cautiously hung a towel around my neck, using it to dab at my wet hair and having it handy in case it was needed, and strolled back to the kitchen.
On the way, I passed the door to Rick’s bedroom which was wide open. I was surprised to see him laying on the bed, and more surprised by the sight of his stiffly erect manhood. Not that he looked especially embarrassed about it. He just grinned and said how he had gotten a boner – which I could see that he obviously had, and was making no effort to try and hide. I just stood there and grinned back, finding his openness and honesty straightforward and refreshing. At the same time feeling self-conscious as I felt myself starting to become equally as aroused.
Rick laughed and told me to come over. I stepped over to the bed and he reached out and gently pulled me down to sit of the bed next to him. The next thing that I knew, he was leaning forward to kiss me. It was something that I was not expecting, feeling his lips pressing wetly agaisnt mine. I know that I must have tensed, but somehow I found myself kissing him back just because it seemed like the thing to do. When we pulled apart, we both smiled. Even though I had never done anything like this before with another guy, with Rick it was not like a gay thing. Rather, it was just this good-natured chance to be uninhibited and indulgent. Just two guys enjoying this moment of physically expressing their feelings of friendship. Instead of feeling threatened by it, I actually was quite captivated by the idea of the two of us being nakedly interactive, and intrigued to experience something that was so satisfyingly all-male.
We stretched out on the bed in each other’s arms and kissed some more, letting our erections rub and slide together. It all felt so fantastic! So did the chance for me to feel Rick’s hard mandhood, with Rick freely handling my erection. Sounding very casual and confident about it, Rick told me how sometimes it was just nice to be with another guy like this for a change, and I couldn’t agree more! It made me feel masculine in a whole new way. So for the next two hours, while the rain came down and the storm continued outside, we laid there on the bed being sexually loving with one another. I even felt relaxed enough to try a little oral sex with him. Finally, we masturbated each other to a glorious climax.
Afterwards I felt amazed with myself for being so adventurous like that with another guy. Yet, again, there had been nothing gay about it. A couple of days later, when I was back over at Rick’s house, we talked about it. He admitted that he felt unsure about our session together, not wanting to risk our friendship, and was afraid how I might react. I assured him that I was fine with it, and confessed how much I had enjoyed doing that with him. Even that it was okay with me if we did that again. I suppose to show that we were both okay with it, we went into his bedroom, got naked, and were back in each other’s arms kissing again. It was not like this wild moment of complete abandonment. Rather, it was quite beautiful, the two of us laying there being nakedly loving together like that as guys. It just felt so good having an erection with him, and his having one with me. We messed around for a while. Then Rick climbed off and the bed and came back with a condom. He slipped it on and, although we had not talked about it, I was not bothered by the thought of going all the way and letting Rick have intercourse with me. I layed there for about ten minutes while Rick fucked me. Once more I found the expereince to be so unbelievably all-male. It was not like I wanted to do this with all guys or that I was willing to swear off females. On the contrary, this actually reinforced my hetrosexual orientation, telling me that I was definitely not gay. Just that it was possible to enjoy male-sex as an expression of friendship.
After that, Rick and I began to practice having sex together regularly, with both of us taking turns having intercourse. I can only say that because of this, I feel like a very well-rounded person and more acquainted with my masculinity in ways that I otherwise could never have been.
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