At eight o'clock that night, I went to his place with books in hand. As I was approaching the door, I found myself fantasizing about Jeff; his bright blue eyes, his red hair, and the bulge in his pants. I wasn't planning on anything, because I thought he was straight, completely hands off. The place was quiet, so I knocked on the door. Jeff answered, looking as if he just got out of the shower. His hair was dripping wet, and being that it was a warm night, he was wearing only a pair of shorts.

His greeting was the usual, "Hey, Fredro. What's up?"

"Not much," I answered, "ready to work on our Photo final?"

"Yeah, done in no time"

He was right, we had the final finished in twenty minutes. I wasn't expected back home for another hour or so. We decided to kill some time, since I didn't want to go home early. We started trading drinking stories, then the subject quickly turned to my boyfriend.

It was casual at first, he was asking me things like how the relationship was going, if we were going steady yet; you know, things like that. He's my best friend, so I can tell him almost anything. Then his mother came in, so we headed for his bedroom. I sat on his bed and he sat next to me. That floored me, I wasn't used to him being so close. I made like I scratching my nuts, so I could readjust my inflating hardon. I quickly mentioned something about jock itch to throw him off.Our conversation took a wild turn. Jeff started asking about what my boyfriend and I did during sex.

I replied, "Why do you ask? Do you want to join us?" My smartass remarks didn't phase him. Usually it shuts him up.

This time, he said, "just curious."

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Was this the Jeff I knew? The stereotypical straight guy that gets grossed out at the mere thought of guys kissing.

I played it smart, answering his questions with as little raunch as possible. He wanted to hear more, though. I went into my own little raunch mode, describing what I did with my boyfriend as if I were giving a play-by-play of a porn video. While I was running my mouth, I noticed that his shorts had an even bigger bulge in them. He must have seen me looking, because he moved his prick to a less noticeable position. Too late, because I had already seen how excited I was getting him. Playing along with his game, I asked him what he did with his women. I guess I shocked him, he looked at me as if he had seen a ghost.

"I'm just curious," I quipped. "Remember, Jeff, you asked me the same thing."

Regaining his color, he told me about this girl he did at a party. He'd been drinking and they were horny, and it had only taken him two minutes to get off. This same girl was one that told me that Jeff had a small dick. His excuse was that he was drunk. Typical straight guy I thought. Every girl he had fucked, he had been drunk or high, or both. I knew that little tidbit from eavesdropping on him during school.

I quickly lit a cigarette, trying to calm myself down. He did the same, though he didn't do anything to cover up the wet spot forming on his shorts, as his well inflated member oozed precum. Instead of letting on that I was turned on by this display, I feigned a glance at my watch, said that I was late, and left. I turned around to tell him that I would see him in school, and he shot back one of his flirtatious smiles, the kind he reserved for the girls.

Once home, I headed to the bathroom, both to empty my bladder and my nuts. All I did was picture Jeff jacking my rod and I shot my wad almost instantly. I hadn't felt so relieved since my boyfriend and I spent three hours making waves on his waterbed. After catching my breath, I changed into my sweats and headed for bed.

At school the next day, I avoided Jeff. I was nervous because I thought he got the impression that I was making a play for him. In reality, I was but I wasn't about to tell him so. In study hall, I was busy finishing my homework, when someone came from behind and gave me a refreshing shoulder rub. I thought it was one of the girls until I turned around. It was my buddy Jeff.

"Did you get in trouble for being so late last night?" he asked

"No. Everyone was asleep."

"That's cool. Hey, why did you ask about my sex life?"

"Well, you ask me enough about mine," I snapped back. "I was just curious."

I lied, I actually wanted to see how horny he could get himself. He took my story hook, line, and sinker. I never said he was bright, but he is a sweetheart. He doesn't freak when I flirt with him.

"Hey, you gonna finish that shoulder rub?" I asked

He continued and moved closer to my neck with his roaming fingers. I tipped my head back in pleasure, then completely out of nowhere, Jeff gave me a hug.

"Whoa, wait a minute. Jeff, We're gonna talk...NOW!" I said in a forceful tone. I just knew something wasn't kosher. "Dude, what's going on?" I asked, "You've never acted like this."

"I don't know man, I just though it was natural." His blue eyes glazed over as he spoke.

"Yeah, for me, but not you," I said in shock.

"Remember last night? I felt all weird when you left for home"

"Well, I kinda figured that something was strange. What do you mean weird? Turned on? Nervous?"

"I don't want to say right here. Why don't you come over to my house tonight after school? I'll tell you then."

"Gee, I don't know, Jeff. Two dates in a row, don't you think people will talk?" I joked, hoping to put him at ease.

"Shit, who cares?"

Obviously he didn't. I know how much grief I get from my fellow students, I wasn't about to let that happen to my best friend. I must confess, I am in love with Jeff. I had secretly hoped that he was at least bisexual, if not gay. Okay, I had a crush on Jeff. I also know he worries about me, One time he invited me to a party, and since I didn't drink, he offered to have all the soda I wanted. I keep an eye on him too. I don't protect him or anything, I simply find out when he's in trouble or having a problem. I think I knew almost as much about his life as he did.

I got to his place shortly after he did.

"Well, Jeffro, have you figured out what it was that you were gonna tell me?" I asked, just to get the ball rolling. I think I was more nervous than he was.

"Yeah, man. I was doing some thinking last night after you left."

"Oh, 'bout what?" I asked

"Your story"

"Yeah, and?" I questioned. I had my guesses, but I wanted to hear it from him.

"Something about it was different. I think it got me turned on."

With innocence, I said, "Yeah, so..." I may be blonde, but I'm not as dizzy as I act. "What's the big deal?"

"It means I'm gay, right?"

"I wouldn't think so, there's other things involved, I'm sure. Something you're not telling me, man?"

"Well, uh, girls... You know, they don't..."

"Turn you on? Get your juices flowing? Get you off?" I asked, "You wanna give me a hint?" My anticipation and frustration were growing. I had forgotten coming out was this difficult.

"...thrill me," he said, finishing his sentence. "Not anymore, I mean."

"Why are you telling me all this? Are you trying to set me up?" I said.

"No," he said, apparently hurt by my accusation, "I figured that since you've been through this already, you might share some experience, strength, and hope."

"You better not be setting me up. I'll fuck your whole world up!" I had to make sure he wasn't fucking with my mind. I saw Jeff was almost in tears, so I gave him a hug. I broke the embrace, then found a tissue to wipe away his tears that were slowly streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't want to believe what I was hearing. I do, however, understand how you feel."

"How do you deal with it?" he pleaded.

"It's natural to me, dude. It's all I have known."

"But, you've had girlfriends, right?"

"Yes. But I had never slept with any of them. I just went with them to prove to myself that I wasn't gay, and cover up the fact that I was," I confessed to him. "In fact, I still wonder sometimes."

"I've never felt like this before. What's wrong with me?"

"I think it's part of growing up." I realized that I didn't make much sense saying that. I had been sexually active since I was twelve, I had no idea what it could be like for someone that was eighteen to be just starting to come out to himself.

"Fred?" He began.

"Yeah? What?"

"Do you think you could show me what it's like? You know, sex with a guy?" He asked.

"Are you sure? I mean, are you really sure you want to try? I don't want you getting all wound up or have you avoid me for the rest of your life. This is a serious thing to consider." I found it hard to sound serious. To me, I was sounding like a sex ed teacher.

"Fred, I have," he said, pulling out a magazine he claimed to be reading. "Why do you think I asked what you do with your boyfriend?"

He turned toward me, put his arms around me, and kissed me. I leaned back, pulling him on top of me. I took the lead, opening my mouth and forced his lips apart with my tongue. We were probing each other's mouth without caution. I inched my way to his adam's apple and lightly sucked on it, sending waves of pleasure through him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh. He ran his fingers through my hair, a little rough at first, then sensuously. I reached under his shirt to caress his back. Then, I pulled up his shirt, he lifted, and then I pulled it off.

I rolled him onto his back and rubbed his nipples. I kissed my way from his mouth, to his ear, then down along his jawline, then gliding my tongue to each one. Making them both into shiny lumps on his hairless, flat chest. he let out a sigh, as though he had finally seen the light. I took off my shirt and eased myself back over him. I gave him a long, passionate kiss on the lips. I felt so hot, I thought I would cum right then.

I reached down, slipping my hand down his shorts, to grab my prize. I stroked it gently, while massaging his balls. We were reaching new heights of passion together. I removed my hand, slithered down his beautiful body, and undid the drawstring on his shorts. I kissed and licked the inside of his thighs, as I reached for the waistband. Lifting him in the air, I slid his last piece of clothing off. Jeffy was awestruck. There he was, with a guy, showing off what nature had blessed him with. I liked his groin, blew on his soft red pubes, and slowly jacked his thick cock. As I readied myself to go down on him, he pulled me back up to gaze into my eyes. The tenderness emphasized by the silence.

"Oh, Jeff," I said softly. "I love you."

With that he drew an imaginary line from my chin to my navel, with his finger. He kissed my cheek, then licked his way to my earlobe. He nibbled and sucked until it was a bright purple. I moved his hand from my belly to my crotch, showing him how and where I liked to be rubbed.

Then, he stopped and sat up. I thought Oh shit! He's chickening out. He surprised me again, he undid my pants and pulled them off me. My prong slapped against my belly as it sprang free of it's denim prison. He leaned forward and kissed my flesh, all around my dick, making an outline on my stomach of my tool. His soft mustache tickled as it made contact. I caressed his head and neck as he licked his way back to my face. We embraced and kissed each other, snaking our tongues around the other's mouth.

My nuts were aching for relief and, by the way he was grinding his body into mine, I could tell his were too. I maneuvered my body so that we could get each other off. We were face to dick, my dream come true; a sixty-nine with the guy I lusted after since the tenth grade. We jacked each other off slowly, then to show him what I wanted, I licked his glistening cockhead clean of it's drool. I licked my lips, then slid my face all the way down his 6 incher. I could feel it tickle the back of my throat. I warned Jeff that he should go slower than I did, since my thickness is more than most can handle. I was content to demonstrate while he mimicked my every move. As I went down on his, he did the same to mine. He gagged the first time, but he was a fast learner. I had made him an expert cocksucker in no time. Relishing in my glory, I missed that would have let me know that he was ready to unload his balljuice down my throat. I felt the first pump and I positioned my lips just past his cockhead, so I could catch every drop. he lathered my tonsils with his sweet mancream. I pulled up enough to swallow his load, then layed on the suction to get the very last drop. I felt my own load ready to blow. I turned back to let Jeff know that it was now or never, swallow or let it spray; he wanted to swallow - such an eager virgin - my rod stiffened even more. I reached back to position his head so he wouldn't drown, The moment of truth came, as did I. My boyjuice was spewed forth like a gusher. The spasms seemed to last forever.

My sight was fading and I felt wet and sticky. Opening my eyes, I realized that it was, in fact, a dream. Feeling relaxed, and now conscious, I headed for the shower to wash off. I climbed back into bed, still damp after my shower, and curled up with my boyfriend. I kissed him lightly on the forehead, and fell back to sleep with a smile on my face.