If stories about gay men involved in heterosexual themes offend you, you might want to skip this one.
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"No way!" Craig almost screamed and laughed out loud, in response to his friend, Vanessa's, ridiculous suggestion. "Guys have dicks. We know exactly the right way to make another dick feel good. It's inherent, and it's a natural advantage over a woman that they'll never be able to overcome. I've even blown a few straight guys in my time, and they all say the same thing. Even though it's a guy who's blowing them, a woman simply can't compete."
"Maybe," Venessa responded, and took another large sip of her vodka tonic mix, feeling just as drunk as her two gay best friends, "but when you've blown a lot of guys, and had a fair few cocks in your mouth, it no longer matters as much, we can become familiar with all the right ways to make a dick feel nice, if we care to."
Craig snorted, and dismissed her with an hand gesture, before responding, by asking Max to back him up.
Max tried to be fair to both his friends, but his opinion on the subject didn't really differ much from his friend, Craig. It made sense that men, especially gay guys with some experience would give much better head. His brother, during some candid conversions, even told Max that he was a little bit jealous of the fact that at least gay guys enjoyed sucking each other's dicks. In his experience, most women only did it, if they did at all, out of a sense of duty to please their partners.
But Max was no one if not someone who always tried to play the diplomat between his two best friends, who were both, generally speaking, rather competitive people.
Whereas Max was much more laid back and didn't waste his time trying to compete with others, especially over such trivialities.
Max took a drink of his own vodka mix before responding. "I don't know. I've never been blown by a woman. The only lips that have been around my meat, have belonged to men."
"Yeah, but it makes sense that someone with a dick of their own would know exactly how to please another guy's dick better than someone who didn't, right?"
"Um, sure I guess." Max really didn't want to get involved.
"That's such bullshit! I've had my pussy eaten out by both men and women," Vanessa chuckled, "and while on balance women generally gave me better head, some of the best I've received have been from guys. In fact, if memory serves me right, the best tonguing I ever had was from Dave." Dave was a married joiner that Vanessa had at one time been hooking up with, until a few months ago.
Both gay guys gaped a little bit at Vanessa's statement. She was always pretty open about her sex life, but the alcohol only seemed to make her even more so.
Vanessa turned to Craig and continued, "I bet you anything that if you didn't know who was blowing you, whether it was a man or a woman, especially if the woman was well practiced and wanted to do it, you'd enjoy getting head from a woman just as much. We're not all clueless prudes, you know!"
"Eww! Don't even dare give me that mental image." Craig shuddered at the thought of his dick being inside a woman's mouth.
"It's true!" Vanessa stated emphatically.
"Bullshit it is!" Craig laughed.
Max chuckled too, at both of their silliness.
"Oh you think it's funny too"?
Max just shrugged in response.
"I'll prove it then!"
Both Craig and Max stopped laughing, curious about what she'd meant by her last statement.
"And how exactly are you going to do that, Vanessa?" Craig asked his friend.
"We can get to the bottom of this right here, right now!" She declared.
"Riiiight... So you're just going to bring back some poor sap and have us both blow him, and have him be the judge?"
"No, of course not," she replied. "We'll just use Max," she finished like it was the simplest thing in the world she'd just suggested.
"What!?" Both Craig and Max responded in unison. Craig looking like he was trying to refrain from laughing out loud at her ridiculous suggestion. And Max looked a little shocked at the mere thought of it.
"It's simple. Just blindfold Max, we both give him head, and then have him be the judge."
"Jesus, Vanessa!" Max replied, although he felt a slight stirring in his pants at the mental image.
"I can't blow Max, Vanessa. He's my friend!" Craig looked a little uneasy at the thought. They'd been close friends since kindergarten. Max was more like a brother to Craig, than anything remotely like a sex interest. They'd been there to support each other through all their ups and downs. Their coming outs. Their first crushes, their first boyfriends, losing their virginities. And their first break-ups. But they'd never once done anything more than kiss. And that was a one time thing, done out of sheer curiosity and it had happened in 6th grade.
Now, Max did have somewhat of a soft spot for Craig. And... had Craig shown some mutual interest, it is possible that something romantic might have developed between the two. But Craig had always been firmly against that idea. It was clear enough to Max that he didn't even try to change it, and had long accepted it and dated other guys instead.
They'd met Vanessa in high school. Vanessa, along with some other friends, Max and Craig had met when they'd shared the same table for lunch. However, they'd lost contact with most of their school friends after graduating. Now Vanessa, Max and Craig were all studying at the same college. Max was studying political science, Craig; history, and Vanessa; cinematics and photography.
"But a dick's a dick, right?" Vanessa smirked. "Or are you not up to the challenge?"
"Um, hello!? Max here. What about my opinion on the matter? After all, you're tying to make ME the guinea pig for your little rivalry."
"You get two blowjobs out of it," Vanessa winked at him.
"Not happening. Plus, he'd be able to tell which one's which. You have long hair.."
