Gay story: A Change Will Do You Good – Chapter 2
“I could really use a bottle of water, you want one too?” he said.
“Yeah, that would be good.”
He rose out of the bed and walked toward the mini bar.
I took a few moments and began processing the very surreal turn of events that had just occurred. Did this make me gay? Was my best friend gay? I couldn’t help but wonder if things would be awkward between us now that we had just sucked each other off. The room now felt very small and a thick, heavy uneasiness washed over me.
Wes sat on the edge of the bed which brought me back to the now.
“You weren’t too bad for your first time,” he said while handing me the bottle of water.
I could feel my face blush into a deep, red crimson.
“Thank you, I think.”
“You know how long I’ve been wanting to do that with you?”
I didn’t even know how to respond to that.
“I’m guessing for a while.”
Since high school.
“Are you ummm… Gay?”
“I just like sucking cock and getting my cock sucked sometimes. Do you think that makes me gay?”
“I have no idea how to process any of this.”
I thought for a moment.
“You could have told me you were into this.”
“Tell the homophobic jock that I thought about having a cock in my mouth? You would have kicked my ass.”
I felt flustered and I wasn’t sure how to respond.
Would I have?
“I remember all the gay jokes you used to tell in high school. That didn’t really inspire much confidence in your ability to understand my curiosity about guys.”
He had a point.
“I’m sorry, okay? As you can see, my views have changed a little since then.”
“I can see it has, you just need to work on your technique a little.”
We both laughed and took a sip of our water.
“So when did this start for you?” I asked.
“I was curious in high school, but when I got to college I had a chance to explore those feelings a bit.”
My jaw dropped open. Wes and I had gone to different colleges that were a few hours apart. Luckily, we stayed in contact throughout our collegiate years.
“I have to ask, with who?”
“Do you remember, Ethan?”
“Yeah, I met him… Sophomore year, right?”
He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts.
“Well, we pretty much sucked each other off the entire year. That ended though when he transferred.”
I tried to hide my shocked expression. He was so matter-of-fact about this, so nonchalant.
We took another sip of our water and a calm silence fell over the room. This wasn’t awkward at all. He was still my best friend, we had just got a little… umm… closer over the last hour.
“So what’s up with you jacking off the last two nights?”
His face broke into a sly smile.
“It worked didn’t it?”
“I figured you’d either fall asleep again or tell me to stop. Luckily, I got more than I expected.”
Well, you’re just fortunate we’re not in high school anymore.
We both laughed and finished our bottles of water.
I had to admit, this… this conversation… was… liberating. It felt good to admit to my best friend, and even myself, that I had these feelings. Moreover, it felt even better to be able to share them in a sympathetic, secure, environment. He made me feel safe and that was the best feeling in the world.
He got up from the bed and grabbed two more bottles of water. This time, while he was walking towards me, I took a moment to admire his big cock. Even flaccid, it was still impressive. I loved the way the head swung back and forth and touched his thighs as he walked.
I looked up and our eyes met. A big smile broke across his face when he caught me admiring his member.
“You like my cock, don’t you?”
I could feel myself blushing again.
“It’s… ummm… really nice…” I stammered.
It felt so good to admit the truth. My friend had an impressive penis and it felt good telling him.
“Have you ummm… ever done more than just ummm…”
He saw where I was going with this line of questioning and stepped in.
“Not with a guy. The girls love it though.”
“I can… ummm… imagine.”
He shot me a stunned look.
“Do you think about that?”
I thought for a moment.
“I don’t even know how to begin to answer that.”
“You had my cock in your mouth a few minutes ago, I think you should be able to screw up the courage to tell me.”
It took me a full minute to find the right words.
“I like having my ass played with… okay?” I said defensively.
He waited patiently for me to continue.
My ex-had a vibrator and she… you know… put it up there sometimes when she… you know… went down on me.
“And it made it better, didn’t it?”
I had some of the best orgasms of my life.
“It feels good to admit that to me, doesn’t it?”
It was as if a weight had been lifted on my chest, revealing that very personal, intimate knowledge to my best friend.
“It felt amazing.”
A full minute went by as we sipped our water and enjoyed a very comfortable silence.
“So, are we going to do this, or what?” he said breaking the reticence.
Other Chapters: A Change Will Do You Good – by melanieatplay
- A Change Will Do You Good - Chapter 2
- A Change Will Do You Good - Chapter 3