My best friend Adam's parents had gone to Atlanta for the weekend and we were watching a porno flick in their living room. We'd known each other since we were five and at twenty we were best friends, always in and out of each other's houses. Adam's brother David had married a few years earlier and now Adam was the only one left at home. His father owned a one of the most successful construction businesses in the South and we both worked for him. We'd helped out since we were fourteen and we were put on the payroll fulltime when we turned eighteen.
I was watching Adam more than the movie. I'd participated in sports, had girlfriends, and lived the life of a macho straight guy but I was the only one who knew it was all a lie. I was in love with my best friend Adam Cochise and had been since we were kids. He was an Apache Indian and he was so striking he'd take your breath away with his tanned skin, long blue black hair, and dark eyes. I thought he was the cutest guy I'd ever seen when we were little kids and he grew into the most handsome man in the world. I wasn't alone in my opinion, girls followed him around like he was a god.
Our relationship started out with us being just normal kids but in the second grade Adam had his first girlfriend. I was crushed but even then I knew about the awful queer perversion. Mom's cousin Abner was a queer and he was not allowed in our home. Occasionally I'd hear the scornful laughter from my family and my father said it was a good thing the faggot had moved to San Francisco with all the other fags.
I think most gays know almost from the beginning that they're not interested in girls the way the way other boys are, the way Adam was. Boys are required to walk the walk, talk the talk, be little men growing into grown me. A lot of it is just mostly an act for the world around them to witness. Boys are supposed to be boys, boys are supposed to be horny for girls, boys aren't supposed to be able to survive without regular pussy. I knew Adam well enough to know that he was more interested in his life, his sports, almost anything more than his girlfriends but there was no way he would have ever admitted that. And I had no trouble modelling my own life after his, after my two older brothers, and all the other guys.
But there I was staring at Adam as he watched a slutty whore suck one of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen. The storyline was that she was a prostitute servicing a soldier on a weekend pass. I watched as Adam's cock got bigger and bigger, swelling in his jeans until I thought his zipper was going to explode. His face was flushed and he was swallowing hard, all signs that he'd be masturbating if I hadn't been there. We'd done a lot of things together but jerking off was not one of them.
"Goddamn, look at her tits," he groaned. "Man, I'd love to shoot my load on them right about now."
"So would I," I said huskily.
I'd like to have you shoot your load in my mouth is what I was thinking.
I decided to up the ante a bit and started to rub my dick through my jeans. He didn't look at me but I knew Adam was aware because he started to do the same. Boldly I unzipped my pants and slipped my hand inside.
"Damn, dude, this movie must be really getting to you," he laughed nervously.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to need some paper towels in a minute, that or I need to get up and go to the bathroom."
Adam reached over and took a roll of paper towels out the end table drawer.
"Here you go, Chris. I keep it here so I can jack off when I'm alone."
Our eyes met and they were burning hot with lust. For an instant I thought there was a connection between us that would lead to sex but Adam looked away.
"Go for it, man," he whispered.
He'd given me his blessing so I slipped my jeans down to my knees and started playing with my cock. At first he tried to ignore me but I knew it was getting to him.
"You're really getting into it, man."
His voice was like gravel, hoarse and deep.
"Go ahead, Adam, don't make me do this all by myself," I said softly.
It was all it took for him to stand up and drop his jeans and underwear to the floor. He went one better than me. He pulled his tee shirt off and was naked in front of me. His cock was rock hard, maybe eight or nine inches long and thick like a sausage. Above it was a huge blue black thatch of pubic curls and his balls hung low in a hairy sack. He looked over at me and grinned sheepishly before sitting down and beginning to jack off. Pearls of cum were popping out of his slit and he rubbed them over the glans.
I nearly lost it then, my balls were churning but I forced myself to hold back my orgasm thinking of the shame I would feel if I came first and Adam made fun of me. We'd always been the closest of friends but over the last few years I think he'd begun to suspect my feelings for him and they most definitely were not reciprocated. The embarrassment of being outed was enough to slow my orgasm down and I watched as Adam seemed nearer to his.
"Oh, god, I wish that babe was here to suck my cock," he croaked.
It took all of my power not to fall on my knees and suck it for him. Suddenly his semen exploded out his cock, spurting blast after blast over his chest, even onto his face and the back of the couch. I felt my orgasm coming and in that instant I ripped my tee shirt off and let it shoot over my torso.
"Here, don't say I never gave you anything!" Adam laughed.
He swiped his finger in the cum on his stomach and wiped it on my lips before I could move. I sucked his finger into my mouth, cleaning it. Suddenly we heard a key opening the back door and with super speed we dressed and Adam was at the television snatching the DVD out of the player. As he casually walked toward the kitchen to divert the visitor I swallowed some of his cum that had shot onto the back of the couch, cleaning the rest with paper towels.
It was David, Adam's older brother and he burst out laughing.
"Shit, I've never seen anyone looking guiltier than you two. What have you been up to? Watching porn again, Adam? Damn you two look like I walked in on you fucking."
Adam started laughing with David and I nervously chuckled. David was a cool guy even if he was married to a tight assed cunt.
"You came just in time, David. Chris was about to go totally queer for my body," he laughed.
I must have turned purple because both of them knew I didn't think it was funny and I could see in Adam's eyes that he knew he'd gone too far. There had been others in our past who had joked that I was his bitch and we'd always laughed it off but from the look on David's face he knew the arrow had been shot close to home.
"Look, I need to get out of here, guys. My father expected me home half an hour ago."
A lie, we all knew it was a lie. At twenty my parents didn't give a damn when I came in at night. I looked at Adam one last time before I left and the look in his eyes had become arrogant, almost as if he was saying 'get over it'.
That was on a Saturday night. Adam was not at work on Monday and no one offered a reason why he wasn't there. Weeknights I'd been attending a vocational technical school and was only a week away from completing my certificate in woodworking, looking toward a future making furniture. My teacher said I was the most promising student he'd ever taught and I'd made a cabinet that had been given to the mayor's office as a gift.
Adam didn't show up for work until Thursday and he walked past me without speaking, only a cursory glance acknowledging that I existed. Fine, if he didn't want to talk to me, then so be it. He was as involved in it as I was, his orgasm came first. I contented myself with that thought although in my heart I knew that I might have lost the friendship of the man I'd loved all my life.
Graduation was on Saturday and my parents and family attended, although reluctantly. My father was an attorney, a former JAG lawyer who had decided to move to his hometown and open up a practice with my grandfather. Granddad had died four years earlier leaving the business to my father and he was now practicing with my grandfather's partner and my older brother, Josh. My brother Troy was getting his law degree and my sister Joan was the chemistry teacher at the high school. And then there was me, the youngest, getting a certificate in woodworking. I was a total disappointment to them and my father made no secret of it.
