"Can I give you head?"
My consciousness snapped back to the here and now immediately.
It was about 2 in the morning. I was sitting watching late night television, and my friend Keith, just discharged from the Army after 4 years, was sitting on the couch, looking at some extremely raunchy hard core pictures. All women, sucking dick, their faces, tits, hair, all splattered with cum, some licking it off the cock of the lucky guys they had just sucked off.
My response was just a brief snort. I thought he was joking. Until I saw the look on his face.
"What did you say?" I asked, half with apprehension, half with hope. I had been in love with Keith for years.
He and I had met some years earlier. He was 19, I was 27. He worked the midnight shift at the convenience store around the corner from my house, and we had struck up a friendship, as I stopped each evening to pick up smokes or a coke. He was delicate, very lean, a boyish face, with fine black hair and piercing blue eyes that made me want to melt every time I looked into them. I was absolutely convinced that he was gay.
As for me, I'm a big guy. 6'1" tall, 275 pounds. I had been "passing" for years. I had married a woman in an attempt to hide the fact that I had, for as long as I could remember, been attracted to men. I stayed in the closet, and denied myself happiness for a lot of years because my family was a bunch of right-wing religious zealots that would have been more than happy to disown me completely if they became aware of my "sin". It wouldn't have mattered that I was still virgin to another man, just the thought that I might enjoy sex worth another man would have been enough.
Keith was very much of a free bird. A seriously philosophical soul, he was always ready with some tidbit of wisdom whenever he would see me down, which was happening more and more lately. It had gotten to the point where I was barely able to pretend with my wife anymore. I was genuinely fond of my wife, and hated the fact that I had used her to hide my own inadequacies, but I had little to no sexual interest in her at all. It had become a serious point of contention with us over the past year, and I almost hated going home, as it would usually start again.
A couple months after I met Keith, my wife had decided she had had enough, and filed for divorce. Rather than force her to relocate, I went out and got my own place. Keith had a pickup truck, and offered to help me move my stuff.
After getting everything moved, Keith and I kicked back and rested a bit, sharing a fifth of Jack Daniel's finest. I got drunker and drunker, and talked and talked and talked, about everything except the fact that I was gay. I poured my heart out to him in my drunken state, and he listened compassionately, knowing that what I needed most was to talk.
I guess I had talked myself out. He came and sat beside me, and with true caring, said "I think you need this." With that, he put his arms around me and held me tight. "It's not that I'm gay or anything, but I know how much a hug can help when you're hurting."
I was thankful for his compassion (my mind at the same time thinking DAMN) and thanked him. "What are friends for?" he asked.
Eventually he let go, stood up, and said "Christ, I have to piss." With that, he headed to the restroom and without closing the door, he took his dick out and began to empty his bladder. From where I was sitting, I had a perfect view.
He was MASSIVE!! even in its soft state, it had to be a good seven inches, about 3 inches around, with a huge head. My own modestly sized cock instantly noticed, and began coming to attention. I'd never seen one like it, even with 4 years of high school gym class, and 4 years of college football. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finished. Thankfully, he had not been looking in my direction, hadn't notice my lustful gaze locked on his magnificent dick. I managed to turn away before he had a chance to notice.
"Well, dude, I'm gonna head home...see you later".
"You bet, bud. Thanks. For everything." And off he went.
That night, I beat my own six-incher off several times, cumming in a way I hadn't in years, all the while wondering what it would be like to take his monster down my throat, and what his cum would taste like.
We saw each other frequently over the next few months, and became very good friends. A year after he helped me move he decided to join the Army, in order to get the GI bill and go to college.
Several years passed. I remained deeply and safely hidden in the closet. Every leave he would come home to visit his mother, and he would always make time to see me. The army life was good to him. He filled out a little, lost some of the boyishness in his face (but not all of it). He looked hotter and hotter every time I saw him. Damn it.
Finally, about 4 years later, he was back home, working at the convenience store, enrolled as a freshman at the University, studying (what else?) philosophy.
He didn't have a lot of money for expenses. He took a heavy load at school, and the books were dear. He still worked full time, but only got minimum wage. I let him move into my extra bedroom to help him save money. I no longer had any designs on him, having accepted the fact that he was straight, but he was my friend, and it was a pleasure to help him out. I valued his friendship so much that I was willing to allow my love for him to go unrequited, rather than fuck it up by telling him what my feelings for him really were.
And now, here he was, asking point blank if I would allow him to make my dreams come true.
"I said, `would you let me give you head'," he repeated with emphasis.
"Are you serious??" I asked. As delighted as I was that he had made the request, I was also shocked.
