I 'm Tom, a pretty typical high school senior. I like girls and date them regularly, but also like to suck cock – well, not just any cock, that is.

It all started two years ago when my buddy Tony started dating. I hadn't begun dating but was thinking about it – trying to find the nerve to ask a girl out. Tony had been dating Becky and would tell me all about their dates. He hadn't gone all the way with her, but regularly got to third base (fingering her pussy). That was farther than most guys our age have gotten. Second base (feeling breasts) wasn't unusual, but many guys don't get that far for a while.

Tony tried to get Becky to suck him, and he even went down on her, but she wouldn't do it. The one time Tony went down on her, she gave him a handjob, which he said was a whole lot better than doing it himself.

I looked forward to getting my first handjob. I'd been jacking off a couple times a day for years, and really liked it, but if someone else doing it was better, I was eager to find out!

One day Tony got home from a date with Becky and invited me over. He was home alone and was looking at girlie magazines and rubbing his cock through his pants. " "How did your date with Becky go?" I asked.

"Lousy," Tony said, "She was having her period – I should start marking that on the calendar."

"What's the problem?" I asked, "You aren't going all the way with her yet."

"That's not it," Tony said, "She's in a crappy mood – she wouldn't even give me a handjob."

"So I guess you'll just have to do it yourself," I said, "I sure do a lot of it."

"Wish you could do me," Tony said.

That caught me by surprise, but I thought about it a bit. I stroke my cock all the time, what would be wrong with helping a friend?

"I might be willing to," I said, "Just to help you out – but you'd have to promise to keep it just between us."

"You bet I will," Tony said, "I really appreciate this, but do you mind if I don't watch? I'll look at my magazine and imagine I'm with one of these girls."

"No problem," I said, "Whatever works for you."

Tony unzipped and took out his cock. He had to work to get it out because he was already hard. He handed me a box of tissues and sat on the couch with his knees spread holding the girlie magazine up.

I knelt between his knees and took his cock in my hand. It was the first time I ever handled another guy’s cock. It felt a little different than mine (since Tony was feeling my grip, not me), but I kind of liked it.

As I began to stroke him, Tony told me to squeeze harder, which I did. I stroked him for a couple of minutes before he warned me that he was cumming, so I put a tissue near the head of his cock and caught his load as he shot it.

I felt a strange satisfaction knowing I had made Tony cum. Of course, I made myself cum all the time, but to make someone else cum seemed like quite an accomplishment – one I felt rather proud about. It never entered my mind that I might be doing something I shouldn’t be doing – I was just helping a friend.

The next time I jacked-off I thought about stroking Tony, and it excited me. I had an extra strong climax as a result, which just seemed to reinforce my enjoyment of making him cum.

The next day when I saw Tony in school he apologized to me, saying, "I'm sorry that I took advantage of our friendship yesterday."

"How was that taking advantage?" I asked, "I was just helping you though a tough situation."

"I know," Tony acknowledged, "But I shouldn't ask you to do something that straight guys don't do."

"Tony," I replied, "We both like girls, so we're both completely straight – I just privately helped you out."

"So you are okay with what happened? No regrets?" he asked.

"I'm fine with it," I affirmed, "Was it okay for you?"

"It was great!" Tony agreed, "So much better than doing it myself, and you did it better than Becky did."

"We'll, I've been stroking myself for years," I said, "And Becky's still pretty new at it."

"She also doesn't like doing it," Tony confessed, "She only did it a few times, and every time she makes it seem like it was degrading – and makes me feel rotten just for asking her to do it."

"That's a shame," I responded, and without thinking (though I should have), "I'll stroke you if you need it."

"You mean that?" Tony asked, "You wouldn't feel like it's messing with our friendship?"

"To me," I said, "It seems a lot like it is strengthening our friendship – bringing us closer in a special way."

"I never thought of it that way," he replied, "But it sure makes me appreciate you – how did you like it?"

"I'd never done anything like that before," I said, "So it's a completely new experience, but I think I kind of liked it."

"Well, you'll get another chance soon," he replied.

We went to our morning classes, and all throughout the day I thought about stroking Tony off. It didn't seem at all gay, since we both liked girls, and neither of us were attracted to the other – I was just helping Tony cum.

At lunchtime Tony said he'd like my help after school, but his parents would be home. I told him I could stroke him in my garage, since Dad would be at work and Mom hardly ever goes into the garage. Tony agreed, and after school he stopped by his house to pick up some girlie magazines to inspire him. He came to my place and we went to the garage where Tony sat down in a lawn chair and took out his cock. I knelt on the floor in front of him and stroked him as he looked at the naked girls in the magazines.

He moaned as I stroked him and I was glad I was doing it well. Then he surprised me by saying, "Kiss my cock."

"What?" I shot back, "Why?"

"Just to see what it's like," Tony replied, "Just try it once."

I was really enjoying his hard cock in my hand, and in a really good mood (and perhaps just a little bit aroused), so I leaned over and kissed the tip of Tony's cock. I drew back and Tony asked, "How was it?"

"It was okay, I guess," was my reply. It wasn't bad, but didn't do anything for me.

"How about doing it again," Tony asked, "But this time holding it longer?"

I leaned over and kissed his cock again, this time remaining in place.

"Now stick out your tongue," Tony said, "And lick the underside of the head."

"I don't know about that," I protested.

"Please just try it," Tony begged. It seemed like a small thing that he was asking, so I did. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, taking Tony's cock head onto my tongue. It had a salty taste – kind of nice. I moved my tongue around and licked the entire head, swirling my tongue around it a couple of times before withdrawing.

"That was fantastic!" he said, "Do it some more – please!"

Tony sure was getting excited about this, so I was glad to indulge him. I licked the head of his cock, never even thinking it was at all gay – I was just helping Tony out. As I did, I put both lips on his cock head, slightly open, kind of giving it an open-mouth kiss, caressing the head with my wet lips.

"I'm getting close!" declared Tony. I backed away but stroked him hard, and soon he shot into the tissues.

"That was even better, Tom," he said, "You're a really great friend!"

I smiled and told him I was glad to help. Tony excused himself and went home.

That night when I jacked-off, I recalled our session and the strange encounter between my mouth and Tony's cock. It was unlike anything I had ever imagined, it was almost a blowjob. Of course it wasn't a blowjob – that's definitely gay and I'd never do that!

As I stroked, I remembered his cock head between my lips as Tony warned me that he was cumming. But in my fantasy, I didn't pull back, but instead took him into my mouth where he shot his hot load. I came just as I imagined Tony cumming into my mouth.

That was a surprising turn of events. I never expected my fantasy to go like that, but sometimes your mind has a mind of it's own (if such a thing were even possible). I just came while thinking about something that was clearly gay! Of course I didn't really do it – it was just a jack-off fantasy – no harm done. Still, it made me wonder – is that something I really might like to do – and would that make me gay?

I wondered if I'd made a mistake jacking Tony off. If I had never done that I wouldn't have had his cock between my lips, but I can't undo that. I drifted off to sleep.

The next day I awoke and felt differently. After sleeping on it, I accepted that I enjoyed making Tony cum. It might be kind of a gay thing to do, but I was convinced that I was still quite straight – just kind of "flexible" about what I did.

At school Tony rushed up to me and said, "Damn, that was great yesterday – could we do that again?"

"That, and more," I said, ready to take things to the next level. Tony gave me a puzzled look, but I told him he'd just have to wait and see. He grinned in anticipation. His parents were going to be gone after school, so we agreed to meet at his place.

After school I arrived at Tony's and he took his seat on the couch, unzipping and taking his cock out. I noticed that he didn't have a girlie magazine and asked, "No magazine today?"

"I thought I'd watch what you do," he said, "I don't want to miss anything." I felt a bit self-conscious, with him watching as I attended his cock. It was a very private thing, but if anyone could watch, it would be Tony.

I knelt and took his cock in my hand, squeezing and stroking it to get him hard, which took just a few movements. Then I leaned over kissed his cock head. Then I licked the head and my lips and took it between my lips. Tony said, "Look at me," and I did, shocked to see he was recording a video.

"What's with the recording?" I demanded, "This was supposed to be just between you and me – not for anyone else to ever see!"

"Nobody will ever see it!" Tony insisted, "It's just that this is so special I wanted to be able to have a recording to enjoy when I'm alone."

"How do I know you won't show anyone else?" I demanded.

"Well, you don't," Tony replied, "You have to trust me – after all, this is all about trust, and we've become especially close friends."

"That's a whole lot of trust," I said, "But you're right – our relationship is about trust, so I guess it's okay."

I resumed working Tony's cock as he continued recording. Tony moaned as I licked his cock head. Then I sucked him into my mouth. Now there was no doubt that I was doing something very gay. Straight guys just don't give blowjobs, but I'd have to deal with that later.

For now I enjoyed the feeling of Tony's hard cock in my mouth. It felt like it really belonged there. Perhaps there were many such friendships out there between guys whose cocks and mouths belonged together. I was a normal straight guy, just privately helping out a very special friend.

Tony continued to moan with pleasure, and then he pushed my head down on his cock as he shot his load into my mouth. This was what I wanted, but the taste was unexpected. I didn't know what I should have expected, but it was different from anything else and very strong. It wasn't exactly a good taste or a bad one. I kept Tony's cock in my mouth as he finished pumping. He pulled out and I swallowed.

"Tom, that was amazing!" Tony said, "I'm so grateful for your friendship."

"I'm glad you like it," I said, "This is all so new to me, and I'm discovering as I go."

"Well, you've done a great job," he replied, "And don't worry – nobody will see the recording."

I left and returned home, noticing that I had a strange aftertaste from Tony's seed. I thought about the unique taste – so different from anything else – there was simply nothing comparable. I knew I wanted more of it, and there was only one place to get it!

I thought about how our friendship had changed, and how I put so much trust in Tony to keep my secret. Something about that trust made our friendship stronger. Outside of school we hung out and did a lot of the things we always did, but when there was a chance, we'd find a place for a discreet blowjob. It was very clear to Tony that I loved it as much as he did, and we discussed it in detail. Tony agreed that I was still straight even though I was without a doubt a cocksucker – is there such a thing as a straight cocksucker?

But was I gay? I do like girls and am not at all attracted to guys. I like Tony, but only as a friend, though I sure like sucking him.

Our friendship continued to develop as we finished high school and moved into our adult life. We were each best man at the other's weddings, and I sucked Tony in his tux for both of them. Once we were married I thought we might drift apart, but soon we both discovered that wives aren't as interested in sex once they have a husband, so there was more need for my blowjobs than ever – it was often a great way to relax after a stressful day.

From time to time I've viewed gay porn, and have sometimes considered sucking other guys, but it never seemed that attractive. Something about sucking my best friend was what made it special – what made it possible for a straight guy to suck cock!

  To be continued . . .

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