Copyright 2021 by the author.
After he broke up with his last girlfriend my best friend Ray had confessed to me one evening that he harbored secret fantasies about sucking cock. Somehow he'd talked me into supplying a willing subject for him to experiment on, my gay co-worker Frank, and gotten me to witness the whole thing.
As if that hadn't been enough he'd then offered to do the same for me. Against my better judgment I'd accepted. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the experience. In fact as a cocksucker he left my ex-wife totally in the dust, when it came right down to it.
On the outside nothing much changed after that afternoon when Ray talked me into dropping trou for him. We spent time together much like before, going out to eat once in a while and meeting at the gym at least twice a week to exercise. I told myself that we were holding each other accountable and there was no reason to stop working out together.
It didn't happen every time, but once every few workouts Ray would say casually to me afterward, when we were dressing after our showers, "Want to come by for a little while? Have a beer?"
I'd answer, just as coolly, "Sure. Sounds good." Then I'd turn away to hide my growing boner. I knew what was going to happen when we got to his place.
It didn't feel like we were having an affair or anything like that. Ray wasn't an affectionate or demonstrative guy, even when sucking cock. When we got to his place we would go straight to his living room. He'd wait for me to drop my pants or shorts, which I did right away. I'd sit on the couch, he'd drop to my knees in front of me and tug at my underwear until my cock popped out. Without hesitation he'd inhale it and start doing his thing. By now Ray was an expert at giving blow jobs, and in a blink of an eye he had me groaning and writhing on the couch. No matter how hard I fought to keep from cumming, I'd always end up pumping my load down his eager throat too soon. Ray swallowed every drop. He'd keep my cock in his mouth until it stopped twitching and started to soften. Then he would release me, look up and smile. I'd smile back.
He'd go to the kitchen and get a couple of beers for us. We'd drink and shoot the breeze for a while, me naked from the waist down. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Eventually the beer would be finished. I'd get up and get dressed and go home.
Other than that life continued pretty much as it always had. I wondered whether Ray and Linda would get back together, but there was no sign of that happening. I caught myself feeling happy about the situation, figuring Ray's cock sucking would probably continue as long as that was his only outlet.
After a while, though, I started to feel guilty about the one-sidedness of it all. Not that I really wanted to suck cock myself, but it didn't feel right that Ray was doing all the work and I was having all the fun, or so it seemed to me. I said as much after one of our sessions in his living room.
Ray smiled. "No worries, Jase. Believe me, I enjoy this as much as you do." His expression changed and became thoughtful. "Though, to tell the truth, lately I've thought about, well, doing more."
I shifted, a bit uneasy. "I can't say I'm into sucking cock. But if that's what you want—"
He shook his head. "I'm not that into getting done. But I have been wondering about, you know, other stuff guys do. Been watching videos online."
"Really?"
I thought I was past being surprised, but this floored me. Little did I know what was coming next.
Ray said, "I've learned a few things. Like, I'm what they call a bottom. Bottoms like to suck dick. And take it up the ass."
My jaw dropped. For seconds I couldn't think of anything to say. Finally I managed, "So you're saying that—"
Ray looked nervous, but his eyes were clear and direct. He'd had that same expression when he told me about his first fantasy.
"Yeah."
All I could say was, "Wow." What beast had we unleashed?
Ray said, "I'm not asking you to do it. I was thinking though, that guy you brought over here before..."
I barked a short laugh. He had it all figured out.
Frank laughed too when I recounted the conversation to him.
"What's with your bud, Jase? Has he crossed over to the dark side?"
I shrugged helplessly. "Beats me. I didn't see this coming either."
"I must admit I'm flattered. I never thought I'd be teaching a straight guy the basics of gay sex. Kind of cool."
It's not like Ray and I had dozens of gay guys to choose from, but I kept my mouth shut.
"So does he want you to watch again?"
I blushed and scratched my head. In fact Ray had immediately requested my presence at the occasion. "Um, yeah."
Frank looked thoughtfully at me. "I'd be careful, Jase, playing the voyeur. You could end up getting sucked in. No pun intended," he leered.
I couldn't think of a snappy comeback, so I contented myself with giving him a look.
Frank got down to business. "This is going to take more prep than just giving head." He gave me the details to pass along to Ray. When he was done he said, "One more thing. We really ought to do this on a bed. And be naked. Is he cool with that?"
"If he's going to get fucked in the ass he'd better be."
Frank laughed. "That's the spirit. This'll be fun. Who knows, you might end up joining in," he added, raising his eyebrows playfully.
I snorted. "As if." It was easy enough to sit on Ray's couch and let him do me. This would be a whole other ball game and I was for sure going to sit it out this time.
So that Saturday night Frank and I were once again on Ray's doorstep, ringing his doorbell. Like the last time my friend answered the door immediately. He smiled.
"Welcome again," he said to Frank.
"Thanks for having me back," my co-worker said. "So, you ready to do this?"
