Gay men love me. I don't know why.
They just seem to gravitate to me at work, when I go shopping, at the beach, everywhere. Still it took me by surprise when my best friend Mark asked me if I'd ever been with a man. When I said no, he asked if I ever thought about it. I said I wasn't gay. I'm not, but for some reason I thought of him when I jerked off and I came harder than I had in years. Bisexual I guess.
Something's going on there.
So I took a chance and asked if he thought about it.
"About sex with a man? No. About sex with you? Yes I have. I jerk off thinking about you. And at the risk of ruining our friendship, I would like to get on my knees right here in your living room, take your cock in my mouth and suck your cock till you cum."
Mark just stared at me. That took guts. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a shot of bourbon, then another. I grabbed two beers, walked over to Mark, handed him a bottle, looked him in the eye and said "Take your clothes off."
He smiled. I drained half the beer and stripped. We stood naked, just staring at our nude bodies. He had a nice cock, circumcised and I'd guess about seven inches, and getting harder by the minute.
"Give me your belt," I said. He picked up his jeans and slipped the belt through the loops and handed it to me.
"Finish your beer, then I want you facedown on the bed," he looked nervous.
He slowly walked to the bed and flopped face down on it.
