Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2018 12:33:09 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Token Straight Friend

Token Straight Friend
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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Token Straight Friend
Bill Drake

This was the first time at the shore house since my best buddy Rick
Henderson had gotten married. We'd gone with a few of our friends after
high school graduation and even though we went to different colleges, Rick
to Penn State, me to NYU, we met back at the same ramshackle rental every
summer.

We'd gone through a lot of changes. I'd come out senior year of college and
about that time hit the gym hard to put some meat on my beanpole figure. I
moved to Atlanta for work after college and was enjoying being in a sea of
hot guys and unattached sex. Rick, meanwhile, went from pussy-chasing
ladies' man to head over heels with a wonderful woman, Erica, who was just
the right combination of pretty sorority girl and strong-willed independent
woman to tame a wild guy like Rick.

I was best man at their wedding, and was thrilled to be, but after that I
didn't see as much of them. I was living across the country, and my parents
had moved, so I no longer went back to my hometown for holidays.

And all of a sudden there were no more rentals at the shore. Rick and Erica
had their honeymoon one summer, and the next summer were too busy with
vacation with the in-laws. Then the summer after that, I was starting a new
job and had no vacation days.

Meanwhile, the next year, a few friends had invited me along to
Provincetown and I was hooked. It was everything I'd loved about the shore
in my teens and early twenties, but now I was free to be who I was. With
tons of hot guys around to pick from, too.

That was my summer for the years on out.

I already had my P-town week planned for August, though one of the guys,
John, was backing out because he had a new outdoorsy boyfriend who wanted
to do some bullshit Utah hiking trip instead. Call me vein or narcissistic
or whatever, but I was getting in perfect shape for the summer, extra time
at the gym, an extra jog per week, and watching my carbs. August couldn't
come soon enough.

Come late May I got a call from my buddy Rick, out of the blue. It was
awesome hearing from him, and even over the phone our conversation poured
out as we caught up.

"Listen, Dave," he finally said. "One reason I'm calling is that Erica and
I are going to the Outer Banks for 4th of July week. It's short notice, I
know, but we have an extra room. Nice house, too, not the dumps we used to
stay in."

I chuckled. "I kind of liked our dumps," I said.

"Only you would say that, Campbell," he growled affectionately. When you
were on a last name basis with Rick, you were in good with him. "That place
in college was a shit hole."

"All right, all right," I conceded, "You got a nice place now. Moving up in
the world now that you're 30," I teased.

"Damn straight," he shot back. "Even got a pool. Why don't you come up?
It'd be great to hang out again."

I'd have to check my vacation days at work, but a week with my old partner
in crime sounded awesome, and I told him so.

Four weeks later, I was driving down the state highway to the paradise of a
barrier island, looking at my GPS for the right house.

Rick heard me pull up and had walked down from the deck to greet me, all
smiles.

You know how sometimes you don't realize what you like or want until you
see it? Rick's body was everything I lusted for. He'd always been a real
good looking dude, muscular from athletics and a regular gym regimen, and
he had this easygoing masculinity I always found appealing. But I'd never
boned for my best friend until now. I'm talking major tightness in the
crotch of my shorts.

Rick had put on a few extra pounds. Not fat, but with a little beer belly
and a lot of married-dude spread evenly distributed on his meaty frame. I
knew I liked bigger, meatier guys, but this was the vision of pure beefy
ex-jock hotness in front of me, gripping me into a nice tight bro hug.

Rick's skin was moist from the sweat and sunscreen, and I relished the
warmth as my arm circled around to reciprocate his hug. Forever now, I bone
up when I smell that brand of sun lotion. Just then, I was doing my best
not to let my cock roar up to full hardness.

"Great to see you bro," he growled into my ear.

"You too, man," I said, words catching in my mouth. If Rick noticed
anything amiss with me, he didn't let on. Instead he helped me with my bags
and introduced me to two other couples who were also sharing the giant
beach house before shoving a light beer in my hand.

"Here, Campbell, I got your brand." Rick had ribbed me when I switched to
Michelob Ultra a few years back, but I had to watch my calorie intake to
stay trim.

He gave a flirty wink before going back to tend the grill. Rick was that
way with everyone, but damn it was the last thing I needed now. I had no
idea how I was gonna get through the week.

***

I had a couple of intense JO sessions that week but otherwise was able to
keep my lust in check. Even though Rick's body had changed and gotten
bigger, beefier, and better the last few years, he was still the same old
buddy I'd always had and we entered a groove of partying, joking, and just
hanging out. I think Erica was even happy I was there as an outlet for
Rick's ultra-extravert energy.

It was Thursday night, and Rick and I were up in the early hours of the
morning, drinking on the beach in the moonlight after everyone else had
long gone to bed.

"Thanks for being a sport, Campbell," he said, his speech showing a good
buzz but not quite full-on drunk. Rick had one hell of an alcohol
tolerance.

"Whaddya mean?" I was less sure about how well I was holding my
liquor. Even light beer adds up over a night of drinking, and I shuddered
to think of the compensation I'd have to do come Monday for a full week of
partying.

"Spending your vacation with a bunch of boring, straight married couples."
He wasn't being self-deprecating so much as empathetic.

"Aw, these guys are pretty cool," I said. But Rick had clearly picked up on
how out of place I'd felt to be the only guy dude there and the only single
person to boot in a largely family beach town.

"Be honest, bud," he said with mock sternness, "Who's more fun? Them or
your Provincetown buddies?"

"My P-town buddies," I answered immediately.

"You don't have to be so quick to make your decision," Rick laughed, and I
laughed, too. "Listen..." he added, "I'm not imposing myself but if one of
these days you wouldn't mind a lame married dude crashing the party, I'd
love to hang out there. See what it's all about."

I knew my friend was cool with me being gay, but he could surprise me
sometime. "What?" I laughed.

"I'm serious, bro. Maybe I could come up for a long weekend, get a
hotel. See how you gay dudes party."

I chuckled nervously, unsure what to say. "Well...," I started in a half
surprised, half I-don't-think-this-is-a-good-idea way.

"Come on, Campbell, I'm not easily shocked. Hell, Erica and I watch gay
porn videos for christsake."

"Shit, really?" Like I said, Rick could be a man of surprises.

He grinned, clearly happy to shock me. "Yep, that shit turns her on, and I
get the best blowjobs after she was watches you dudes go at it."

"'You dudes'? I've never been in a porno," I joked.

"You know what I mean, Campbell. Some of those videos have some wild shit,
but it's all good."

"I have a feeling you're gonna be disappointed that P-town's not as wild as
you're imagining."

"That means I can tag along?" Rick asked excitedly. "Really, I won't get in
your hair, bro, it's just that well... I feel you don't show a part of
yourself normally. At least around me. It's been that way since high
school. Like you got a secret life."

"It's not secret," I objected. "But I know what you mean. It's real nice to
go some place where I can feel free." I thought for a minute, coming up
with every reason I shouldn't say what I was about to say. "It turns out we
have a spare room in our rental house. I'll check with the guys to see if
it's OK."

Rick clinked his beer bottle with mine. "Cool."


***

It wasn't even the second day of our P-town week before I was regretting
inviting Rick along. He looked so out of place from the get go, unsure of
what to do or say as a bunch of muscled up guys in their late 20s and early
30s tried to one up themselves with catty insults and campy humor. Like a
sad lion in a zoo. I tried to check in with him from time to time and
finally asked outright how he was doing.

"You regret coming here, buddy?" I asked when we had a minute alone at T
dance.

"Hell no," Rick replied and I assumed he was just being stubborn, but he
added. "I admit I feel totally out of place, but I now know how you feel
hanging out with all my friends. Probably felt that way for years."

It was adorable that my happy-go-lucky buddy was making an effort to be
empathetic, but I didn't like him feeling like this. "Yes and no, man," I
answered. "I have more experience living in the straight world, I grew up
in one. You're getting one hell of an introduction to gay life."

Rick shrugged his shoulders, his affable smile returned. "Eh, it's not all
that different I suppose. Young dudes like to party and chase tail for a
week."

He had a point. "Yeah," I agreed. "The single ones at least."

Rick grinned. "Judging from your friends Matt and Kyle, some of the married
ones love to play on the side too."

I blushed and started to give an earnest explanation, but Rick gave me a
gentle poke.

"Dude, I'm not a shrinking violet, I promise. Jeez."

"OK, OK," I laughed.


***

That conversation seemed to break the ice and by the third day, Rick seemed
to be having a blast. He loved the beach, loved T dance, loved going out
dancing at night. For a jockish straight dude, Rick likes to dance, even if
it is in his goofy way. And he had a natural confidence that meant he
didn't care that he was out of place. My housemates were even warming up to
him.

He didn't seem fazed by the nude men at the beach but was genuinely shocked
as he kept watching them walk up into the dunes and walk back later with a
satisfied look on their faces.

"Are those guys...?" he asked, gesturing toward a couple walking up the
dune.

"Going to get their dicks sucked," my friend Kyle blurted.

"OK, that's pretty crazy," Rick said to me after the guys had a laugh at
his naivete. "God, how many straight dudes would love to be able to do
that?"


***

"Hey Rick!" One cute dark-haired stud shouted as he walked past, shirtless
and his slim torso completely tanned. Not my type, but he was a cute pup.

"Hey Michael!" my buddy winked back. Turns out they'd struck up a
conversation waiting for drinks the day before. I was amused but a little
pissed off that my buddy could make new friends so easily.

It was T dance, and Rick and I were working on our first beer, going down
too quickly after a day in the sun. I was scoping out the talent, and Rick
caught where my glance was going. A medium-tall beefy guy, probably older
and more of a daddy than I go for, but with a nice strong body.

"You into that dude?" he asked.

I broke my glance and blushed. I wasn't used to talking about guys with
Rick, not like that.

"What?" he asked. "Bro, it's Tuesday and you've still not gotten laid. I
thought that's why you came here."

"That's not the only reason I come here," I said defensively.

"Whatever, bro. OK, it's one of the reasons you come here. And I'm totally
cramping your style."

"Come on, Rick, it's not like that."

"Sure it is. You say you like to come here to be free but you're anything
but yourself when I'm around."

I exhaled a sigh. "Goddamnit, you're right." I held up my near empty
plastic cup of vodka-soda. "You ready for another beer bro?"

"When have I said no?" Rick said smiling.

Over that second round, I decided to loosen up. I told Rick I was scoping
out Beefy Daddy. "I'm not sure he's my type. I usually don't go for
daddies."

"Daddies?" Rick was somewhere between amused and confused.

"Some gay guys go for older men. Daddies. And I guess some older men like
to play the part."

"And you're not looking for a 'daddy'?" Rick almost giggled.

"Nope," I answered. "I'm into guys my own age, more or less." I took a
chance I could be a little more forthright. "Though if the guy's a really
good fuck, maybe a 'daddy' slips out."

I thought I'd shock Rick but he nodded. "I've seen that in one of Erica's
videos." It was funny how he treated porn like it was some ethnographic
research into the Gays. "You more into the bottom, Campbell?"

I wasn't sure how comfortable I felt discussing my sex life with my best
buddy, but I nodded. "Well, versatile. But when it works out that way I
like bottoming," I answered. Then, I added, "Prefer it even." I'd probably
regret this conversation at a future date.

Rick looked me up and down. "Bro with that body you could be scoring with
anyone you want."

"I do OK," I admitted, inwardly pleased at Rick's compliment.

"I bet you do. You really packed on some muscle since college. Kept it
lean, too. How much work you gotta put in to get a body like that?"

"You don't want to know."

Rick laughed. "I bet three or four days in the gym a week, another three
sessions of cardio."

"That's about right."

"Fuck!" Rick whistled in admiration. "That's a hell of a lot of work. I'm
glad I can let myself go a little. Erica doesn't mind a little extra girth,
so it's hard to get the extra motivation."

"Of course she doesn't mind," I blurted. "Dude, you're hot as fuck."

Rick was a man of surprises but now it was his turn to be
surprised. "Really bro?" Like the idea had never occurred to
him. "Campbell, I got some serious love handles going on. I'm one of those
bears you guys keep talking about."

"Dude, you're not a bear. You're just an ex-jock with a smoking hot body. I
dunno, a straight dude's body."

Rick smiled, feeling a little more comfortable in his skin. "You just
blowing smoke up my ass, Campbell? I got a special reason for asking."

My heart pounded. I had done such a good job at keeping my lust for Rick in
check, but I knew I was crossing the line by outwardly praising his body
this way. It's not something that bros do. "Special reason?"

My buddy grinned. "Erica gave me a free pass for the week."

"Free pass?"

He nodded. "It started out as a joke, you know me saying I'd have to be
careful cause all the gay dudes would want to come on to me, and Erica told
me if I was interested I should just do it."

"What the fuck?!"

"I know, right? I think the idea turns her on. She made me promise if I did
anything I'd tell her about it when I got home."

"You seriously on the make, bro?" I asked, unbelieving what I was hearing.

"Let's just say I'm curious what it would be like." Rick still had his
playful, joking smile but a seriousness too. "I feel like I'd know you
better, too, maybe knock down that wall you built up senior year."

"And I thought you'd be pissed at me telling you that you have a hot body."

"What dude doesn't want to hear he's hot? Particularly when he's let
himself go a little."

I looked his body up and down. I couldn't believe how magnificent the bulk
looked up close.

"Jeesus, bro, if you only..." I held my tongue, in case I was going too
far.

"Only what?" he asked. I think he got a kick seeing me off guard. Calm Cool
Collected Campbell he'd tease in college after .

"A lot of guys go for a beefy build like yours."

I saw his eyes dart across the deck. "What about that one there? The
shorter one, reddish hair..."

I looked over casually. I don't know if I'd call the guy a twink, he had
more of that collegiate fratty look. But he was a contrast to Rick's thick
body - lithe, eight pack on display. And he definitely had eyes for my
buddy. He keep sneaking looks over, grinning, practically giggling with his
buddies.

"Oh yeah, he's into you, bud," I grinned, slapping his back, and happy to
take on wingman duties. "If you wanna reel him in, take off your shirt."

Rick had on a T-shirt. Form fitting, but still covered his awesome torso. I
think he was self conscious around all the in-shape guys.

"Yeah?"

"See if I'm right."

Rick loved a challenge. He handed me his beer and peeled off his shirt,
stuffing it into his back waistband.  My heart raced. I wasn't sure how I
was gonna keep my hands off this ex-jock build all week.

I'd barely handed Rick his beer back when had an ego-filled smile. "Damn,
buddy, it's working. Frat Dude likes what Daddy's got going on."

Indeed Frat Dude's eyes were wide in lust. No longer darting stolen glances
but staring at my friend. I laughed. "You gonna go over and introduce
yourself?"

He looked at me, sheepish but confident, too. "I guess it's time for me to
lose my dude-on-dude cherry, huh?" I could tell that beneath the bravado,
deep down he was nervous.

"You don't gotta prove anything, bud. Not to me." I took another glance
over at Frat Dude. "But if you wanna lose it, I bet he'd be a fun one."

"What about you, Campbell? You gonna hook up with that Daddy?"

That man had long disappeared into the crowd but maybe he was still
around. "Maybe," I said. "I'm pretty horny."

Rick smiled. It was just like the shore house days way back. Two
buddies. He clinked my beer and winked before walking over to where Frat
Dude was hanging out with his friends.

I sighed, ashamed of my jealousy, but also titillated that my straight
buddy was actually picking up another dude. It was all unreal.

I thought of going home and resting up before dinner but decided for
another drink. By the time I got back from the bar, Rick and Frat Dude were
gone. "Wow, buddy, way to go" I said to myself.

Just then, a hot guy came up to me. Very fit, muscular, tall dude. My age,
dark hair, handsome with a dimpled smile.

"Your boyfriend left you?" he asked.

It's the kind of pickup line that bugs me unless the guy's hot. And this
guy was hot. "He's just my friend." I thought of telling him that Rick was
straight, trying out gay sex for the first time. But I thought better of
it.

"Jeff," he said, offering his hand.

"Dave," I replied.

We made some small talk. About the week, the weather, our plans for the
evening. When he finally said point blank, "Dave, you're the hottest guy
here." Eyes eating me up, making me feel like a million bucks.

"You're not so bad yourself," I said, getting a nice flirty vibe on. And I
was getting more than a little tipsy too. "I bet you're great in the sack."

Apparently Jeff liked the no-nonsense approach. Or maybe I got away with it
because of my looks. "I usually make my bottoms pretty happy." Then with a
cocked grin, he added, "If that's your sort of thing."

"Sounds pretty awesome, man."

***

Jeff left me pretty damn happy all right. I'd been so keyed up being in
P-town without getting laid and the added layer of having Rick around made
me crazy mad horny. Jeff fucked a load out of me twice before he left my
rental house just after sunset.

The sex even made me forget about Rick, but as I scarfed down a late
dinner, I realized my buddy still hadn't come back. Good for him.

The next morning he wasn't there either. I made my way to the beach and
figured I'd catch up with my buddy later. Indeed, by the time I got back to
the house in the afternoon, he was there on the deck, reading a book.

"Hey Dave," he said. "I didn't feel up for the beach today. How was it?"

"Great," I answered. I was both tired and energized from a day in the sun,
scoping out hot dudes. "How was Frat Dude?"

Rick gave a sly grin. "Fan-fucking-tastic, buddy. Why don't we head to T
and I'll tell you all about it."

So we did. Rick gave me the blow-by-blow. Apparently Frat Dude was really
good at giving head. Rick excitedly told me the details and then leaned
over and said real low, "and get this Henderson, I decided to just fucking
do it, too. I sucked a dick."

"You want a medal?" I teased.

Rick laughed. "I'm not sure I was so great, but it was kind of a rush,
having another dude's dick in your mouth. I even let him cum in me."

I was still trying to get my head around Rick's new homo/bi side, and I
have to admit the confession shocked me.

"Come on, Henderson," he changed topic. "How about you? You get lucky?"

I told him about Jeff. And maybe because Rick had been so forthcoming with
me, I spared no details on what Jeff and I had done. It felt refreshing,
liberating even, to talk about sex this way with one of my best friends. "I
think I needed to get fucked," I said. "It'd been too long."

Rick gave me a playful squeeze on my shoulder. I was shirtless and today
Rick was too, showing off his beefy build. "You ever get that itch again,
just remember Big Daddy Rick's around," he teased.

I shot him a glare. A don't fuck with me glare. Maybe Rick didn't know how
much I was boning for him, or he wouldn't have said that.

His expression got real serious and his voice soft. "I mean it, Dave. If
you ever wanna..."

Oh fuck, did I. Particularly when Rick's face approached mine and our heads
tilted in opposite directions and our mouths touched. It was like my first
kiss, all over again. Because it was special. Forbidden. Rick may have been
green at guy-on-guy sex but he knew how to fucking kiss. My head grew light
and my heart pounded as we made out right there in the middle of the crowd.

"You gonna tell Erica about this?" Part of me didn't want to bring up his
wife, but I knew I had to.

"Yep," he said with an impish grin, running his fingers along the back of
my neck. "Only I may leave your name out."

***

We couldn't get back to the house quick enough. We kissed practically the
whole path back to my bedroom, me walking backward, Rick taking charge. I
kicked off my sandals and he peeled down his shorts. My buddy had one hell
of a fat tool, hard and leaking. I'd barely had time to take off my shorts
when he pushed us back onto the bed, his beefy body landing on mine.

It felt awesome being smothered by his weight, feeling his club of a cock
hump into my abs as we made out hungrily.

Finally he leaned up and scooted back. He lifted my legs and I half
wondered if he was gonna try to just shove it in.

"Bro..." I started to tell him I wasn't like a chick, but he put a finger
to my lips.

"I wanna try this. I've seen it on a lot of videos." And he leaned down and
started tonguing my hole. Holy Christ! I'd been rimmed before, and always
loved it. But it usually was the appetizer before the main course. Rick had
me reassessing my view. That rim job was the most sensual, sexual feeling
I'd ever experienced. Building me up, keeping me on a plateau before
backing out with just little teasing flitters of his tongue before he
resumed a pile-driving action that drove me crazy.

Part of me wanted to take him with just spit and pre-cum as lube, but given
his girth I knew better. I reached over and grabbed the lubricant from
where Jeff and I had left it the night before.

"Here buddy," I offered, flipping the cap.

"Man o man," Rick said, like an excited kid as he greased up his fat
dong. "I can't believe we're doing this."

"Me either, bud."

His meaty body crashed into mine for one last bout of kissing before he
leaned back up and positioned his prick at my hole. "Ready, bro?"

"Fuck yeah," I urged.

Maybe too eager, because all of a sudden I got stuffed with Rick's fat
ramrod, nearly knocking the breath out of me.

"Goddamn tight hole," he swore as he bored in and felt the tightness of my
rectum around him.

I took some deep breaths and concentrated on how hot my friend was. Muscle
and bulk in all the right places, cute masculine face, real power in his
body. It relaxed me and soon I was hard as a rock and Rick was pounding me
in long steady strokes.

"Fuck me," I growled. "Fuck me Rick"

"Oh, buddy, I'm not gonna last long in this hole."

The idea he was gonna shoot off drove me crazy. I spread my legs wider and
let him pound me. And he did, harder and faster, sweat forming on his brow,
his upper body muscles rigid with exertion.

"Mother fuck!" he cried as he ejaculated inside me.

The idea made me grip my cock and flail furiously until I spurted all over
my chest.

"Nice," Rick said, as he ran his fingers through the splooge on my hairy
torso. He pulled out and collapsed on the mattress next to me.

We had a soft kiss.

"Sorry I came so fast. I don't have the best staying power."

"It was awesome," I answered truthfully.

He got a thoughtful expression, like he was afraid to ask me something. "Do
guys normally shoot that quick? You know when they're fucking ass."

It was adorable how he was trying to measure himself up.

"Sometimes. Sometimes not. You do have a quick trigger," I confessed,
adding, "I loved it."

He smiled, thankful for the compliment. "You think, this week, you
know... you could teach me how to last longer in you?" Then cautiously, "If
you want to do it again, that is."

I pulled his face to mine. "Buddy you know I'm gonna put out for you,
whenever you like."

Cocky, confident Rick came back, all of a sudden, growling and hoisting me
on top of him. "In that case, Big Daddy wants to try it cowboy."