This is the story of my experiences with my best friend, Kenny. It is an absolutely true account of events over the years. We have been friends since early childhood and when we were eighteen years old he admitted to each of the close circle of friends that he was gay. We are both now in our mid thirties. I have a partner, and he is single. I have his approval to recount these events as I spoke to him last week and said I was intending to publish the story. I'm glad to say he was keen to read it once it was on the website.
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I still remember that night after the pub when he was trying to tell me he was gay. Another friend had hinted to me a week or so before but forced me to come to the conclusion myself. He said Kenny wanted to tell me himself and on a couple of occasions in the days that followed I could see he had tried to come out with it, but couldn't bring himself to do it. On that final night, I could see he was doing his best to just blurt it out, so I just said to him;
"I know."
He stopped walking and looked at me. I nodded and assured him that this made no difference to the way I thought of him and I can still see the look of relief on his face. That was around the year 1990.
Over the years I thought about the fact he was gay and I found myself thinking more and more about gay sex. I joined him on a couple of nights out to gay bars and night clubs, where I found myself enjoying the lesbians snogging each other as well as the men. He wasn't really the type of person to go to nightclubs so was glad of the company of an open minded friend to help him explore the scene.
It was a common weekend occurrence for my circle of friends to visit each other on a Saturday night and stay in with some booze and chat through to the small hours, getting more drunk as we went. Occasionally and more so in the earlier years in our early twenties, we would sit together and watch a porn film. This usually only happened when there was just three of us who were the closest. I remember one night in my flat when I was sat on my sofa beside one friend, and Kenny was sitting on the floor beside the sofa. Me and my friend had our cocks out and were gently stroking ourselves, and I remember looking round at Kenny and saw him just staring at my erection. I'm sure that that was before he told us he was gay. It made perfect sense later on though when I thought back to that moment.
In the coming years I would occasionally ask Kenny about gay sex and what he got up to with other guys. I remember him telling me about occasions when he would visit a well known park in Glasgow which is known for gay meets late at night. There was the time he was standing there with his cock out beside three or four other guys while a man was kneeling in front of them and jacking himself off. The guy was simply going along the line sucking them off one by one until they came. Then the time that Kenny was sitting on top of a naked guy who was lying on the grass, with his cock up Kenny's ass, and Kenny jerked himself off all over the guys chest. Sometimes he would go to the park just to watch other guys fucking. Hearing these stories always made my cock hard and I always wanted the details from him.
Things changed in 2000 and a whole new course of events started.
It was October that year and Kenny was round at my place for a few drinks. At the end of the evening he asked me if I had a porn film handy that we could watch. I put it on and we watched some hetro fucking and I asked him whether this turned him on. He said it did, because obviously it showed guys fucking and shooting their loads and I told him that part turned me on as well. I think I was trying to plant a seed in his mind.
I was sitting on a chair separate from the sofa and I turned round to find him with his cock out and slowly stroking it and getting it hard. I was getting a boner myself and trying not to watch him, but couldn't help glancing round at him. I said to him I would join him, so I unzipped and grasped my aching cock and started to wank. After a while I moved across to a seat beside him so we could easily watch the film together. I say that but I really wanted to sit closer to him in the hope that he'd just reach across and touch me.
I started to watch him wank and really look at his cock, which I hadn't seen for years. It looked really thick, and quite meaty, with loose foreskin that slid back and forth over his knob.
He started to watch me too as I wanked myself. It took a while of frantic and slow wanking before I felt I was close to coming. He could see this and he asked if I was going to shoot and if he could watch me come. Sure, I said.
He stopped beating and turned pointedly to watch me and completely ignored the film which really turned me on. I couldn't believe he was just sitting there about to watch me wank myself off. I was wondering if he wanted to reach across and touch my cock and was hoping he would. But he didn't.
I wanked myself until I felt it quickly build up and stiffened as I shot my load of spunk in front of him. I looked directly at him as I spunked and he was staring at my cock and wanking himself furiously again. He told me he really liked it and said he wanted to come now. He was still looking at my half hard cock as he stroked his cock quickly, then jerked and spurted his spunk all over his hand. He kept jerking and grunting and squeezing his balls as he came. We both sat there saying how great it was to be able to do this together after all these years as our limp cocks leaked their sperm.
It wasn't until May 2001, and after many months of me jacking myself off, and imagining it was his spunk splattering on my chest, I built up the courage to say something to him. We were close enough that we would discuss personal issues and considering the fact that we were prepared to jack off in front of each other, him being gay and me straight, I really should have had no worries about saying anything to him about what was on my mind, but there was still that slight fear there.
I had thought he had wanted more but avoided saying anything for that fear that I was crossing a line that I couldn't go back across. Since the October I had been trying to get him over on the usual Saturday night, but on his own. He was over on Saturday 12th May, and we both got a bit drunk. Him more so. We started looking at the internet, flicking through adult sites, etc. We looked at some gay sites and we were sitting beside each other in front of the desk.
I was panicking slightly as I thought about what to say to him and after some time I just said;
"Kenny, have you ever thought me in that way?"
He kind of looked down and avoided my eyes. It was better than a straight out denial, but it was no real answer. I asked him about the last time we wanked off together and if he had thought then that he would liked to have done anything further. Again he sort of looked around, anywhere but my eyes. I took the plunge.
"Because I have." The change in him was almost electric. He looked up, straight at me, eyes widening, mouth falling open slightly. It was obvious he couldn't believe it, and obvious he was relieved. Extremely relieved. It was similar to the time when I told him that him being gay didn't change anything between us.
I said I had thought about it. He then said he had too.