Just like most of my stories, this is based on my fantasies. There's a lot of truth to Harry's thoughts though as his thoughts are mine and his secret is my secret.
I do reference another story from the site,
Caught Wearing Girlfriend's Panties
by
SluttyBisexualGuy
. If you haven't read it or any of his stuff check it out. He's a big part of why I started to write my own fantasies out.
All characters are over 18.
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"Harry, we need to talk."
It was a text from my roommate John. We were random roommate assignments freshmen year of college but we became fast friends.
The following year we moved off campus into an apartment with another friend. After graduating, our other friend moved for a job. John and I stayed in town and decided to rent a house together. It just made financial sense.
The text was a little ominous. I wasn't sure what he wanted to talk about. I finished up my shift and headed home. I noticed that John's car was in the driveway so he was home already, which was odd, he usually worked later than I did.
I walked in and he was sitting in the recliner, wearing sweats and a no shirt with a beer in his hand. This wasn't unusual, he normally went shirtless around the house. I didn't mind, we've lived together for years it's not like we haven't seen each other in various states of undress.
John was a good-looking man, he didn't have any trouble with the ladies. As mentioned we've lived together for years so I've seen him naked and I know that he has a pretty decent-sized dick. I was envious of that. He kept his hair short all around except for the top were had a little bit of length to it for styling. He was in decent shape, not an athlete's toned body but he did have well-formed pecs, and abs, but also a little hint of love handles on the sides. He had a small patch of black chest hair as well as a small treasure trail leading down into his pants. He decided a couple of weeks ago to stop shaving to try and grow out a beard so he had a bit of growth on his face.
"Hey John, give me a minute to change. I'll be right back." I said as I walked through the door and down into the basement. I flipped the switch at the bottom of the stairs and turned on the lights.
I noticed that my laptop was open. I usually kept it closed when I left. I went over and moved the mouse to make the screen come to life. My browser history was front and center. My heart sank as I realized what John probably wanted to talk about. He'd discovered my secret.
Over time, I've had a growing attraction to cock. Specifically big cut cocks. I don't remember exactly when it started maybe five or six years ago, I'm not sure. It started with porn, as most things like this do, I realized that I only enjoyed the videos where the guy had a big cock. Initially, I stuck to straight porn and focused on the dick, admiring it and nothing more.
Eventually, though I discovered the transsexual women categories on the various websites and that's what shifted my mentality from just liking looking at cock to thinking about being on the receiving end of a big fat cock. Something about watching a feminine body with a huge cock fucking a man made me so horny. It drove me crazy that I was having these thoughts and I didn't know what to do about it. So I tried to go back to strictly straight porn.
That had its problems though, I found myself still drawn to the cocks and fantasizing about being the women in the videos. It was extremely confusing and it eventually led me to watch some gay porn.
I also discovered a love of erotica. I ventured into all categories of that but had a particular fascination with trans, gay and bisexual stories. They became my go-to jerk material over porn recently.
John had used my laptop and discovered all this and probably wanted me to find a new place to live. That thought scared me, where would I go? I got changed quickly while I was freaking out on the inside and then made my way back upstairs.
John had twisted the recliner and was angled toward the couch now. I made my way over to our big comfy couch and had a seat on the end.
"So, um, what's up John?" I asked nervously.
"Are you gay?" He just came right out with it. He always was pretty blunt and direct.
"No." I said but continued anxiously "I don't know. Maybe? It's all very confusing..."
"It's okay if you are, you know," he said with a smile.
I was taken aback but let out a sigh of relief. "What?" I asked.
"Let me start over, I need to apologize for something, my computer blue screened on me while I was working and I needed to borrow yours to print something. I noticed a tab left open that was some porn story. I was intrigued and read it. It made me horny, so I kept looking. I checked out your history and saw the stuff you've been watching, lots of stories and videos of men taking dick," he paused "anyway I just wanted to apologize for invading your privacy like that. And it's cool if your gay or whatever, to each their own."
Oh shit. This did not go the way I expected.
"You like those stories though?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said shyly.
"Dude don't be like that. We've known each other for years. You can tell me. I'm not ashamed to admit that I read that story you had open and I jerked one out. It was hot."
"Which story was it?" I asked.
"Caught Wearing Girlfriends Panties. It was so hot. And the twist at the end."
That was one of my favorites. Most of that author's stories were great, I had many of them saved on my favorites. It's the story that had me thinking about buying some panties and wearing them. I just haven't worked up the nerve to do it.
"Yeah, it is," I said. I felt my cock start to stir a little bit. John and I had never really talked about sex in the years we'd known each other. Occasionally he told me about some hottie that he slept with but not in too much detail.
"Which friend would you be in that scenario?" He asked me and then took a gulp of his beer and then looked me right in the eyes.
"Ummm. I don't know."
Still staring me dead in the face he said, "I think you do. I think we both know which one you would be." He winked at me.
My breathing got heavier. What was happening? This was like something right out of one of the stories I jerked off to. Two friends talking about sex, one thing leads to another and someone's dick ends up inside someone else. I stared silently my mouth hanging open struggling to make words come out. I tried to talk but nothing was working. I was so nervous about where this conversation was going to lead.
Of course, I imagined myself as the friend that gets caught wearing panties and then gets fucked by his friend. I've thought about that scenario too many times to count. I just never thought about it happening with John.
John got up and walked past me towards the kitchen. I noticed that he was mostly erect in his sweats. I could his semi-stick swaying as he walked. He opens the fridge, "You want a beer Hare?"
I knew his dick was big, but I'd never really thought of him in that way. We were friends, I wouldn't want to jeopardize that. But seeing it sway as he walked almost had me drooling.
