Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2022 02:56:13 +0000 From: Art Subject: My Friends Turn Me Gay C-2 (Revised) Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Remember, this story is fiction. The author does not recommend you try this stuff at home (Unless you absolutely must) My Friends Turn Me gay C-2 I told you I was a fourteen-year-old boy who liked girls. So how did I end up at the house of my best friend Cam, naked with Tyler and I both stroking my hard cock, with Wyatt on my left hugging me. We are watching two dudes on the screen making out with extreme passion, both naked, and I cannot take my eyes off them. Tyler, my lifelong friend, is nuzzling my neck as together we stroke my cock. From the sounds he is making, I know I am giving him pleasure. At this moment, I want to give him all the pleasure his young mind and body can take. I lean back against his arm. "Kiss me, please." As Tyler moves to do so, Wyatt joins him. Two of my male friends, naked, cocks hard against me, passionately kiss my face. My eyes roam the room, trying to focus. My other friends are watching us as we make out. I hope they are enjoying watching what we are doing. Wyatt whispers, "This is so good. Better than doing it with a girl. I love making out with you. You turn me on, you stud." I think that what we are doing is very good. I never made out with a girl. My first make out is here with two guys. Our friends are watching us. I sense I am giving them pleasure. The noises they are making are telling me they are giving into their passion. I am doing this to them. Me, Dwayne Tyson. No one else. Can I do more to give them pleasure? I look at the screen. One dude has the other dude's cock in his mouth. The guy being sucked sure looks like he is over the top, liking what his buddy is doing. Could I do that? Would my friends like me to do that? I'll do it. I'll suck my friends. I'll make them happier than they are now. I extricate myself from their kisses and holds. "I want to make you guys happy. Spread your legs." I kneel between Wyatt's legs and take his cock into my mouth. He tastes salty. Not bad. I suck hard. Wyatt places his hands on my hair, guiding me. I can tell he is enjoying the pleasure I am giving him. His hips are thrusting. He groans. Then he stiffens and I feel a thick, creamy goo enter my mouth. I swallow, feeling its texture against my tongue. Wyatt pulls me to his mouth and kisses me. I look at his face. He has tears on his cheeks. This had been good for him. I did this for my friend. I kiss Wyatt again, then look at Tyler. His eyes were wide, as if not believing what he witnessed. "You want to be next?" I whisper, having a different feeling in me than the one I had when I got Wyatt to sperm. He smiled, shyly. Those eyes. I could tell he wanted me to suck him. They burned. I smiled and lowered my mouth to his cock. He was not as big as Wyatt. He was the littlest of my friends. I would make him feel like a giant because all my friends were watching us. Dwayne Tyson gives Tyler Douglas the experience of his fourteen-year-old life with everyone watching and feeling envious. My friends were watching me make Tyler come unglued. Maybe I'd give them pleasure later. Right now, I was making love to Tyler's boner. I felt his heels on the back of my calves. He moaned my name. I wanted to give him this. I could not believe how much he twisted and thrust, trying to get deeper into my mouth. I encircled his waist with my arms. I relaxed my throat and he went in deep crying, "Dwayne" and pulling my head down on his shaft. His juice was sweet. I liked his taste better than Wyatt's. Tyler held me after, lightly crying. "Are you okay, buddy?" I asked, fearing I had done more than I should. He did not push me away. He cuddled my head, stroking it, moaning my name. I had made him feel this. I looked up to see tears streak his cheeks. He pulled me up to kiss me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth while holding the back of my head, his fingers in my hair. We kissed for what seemed like forever. He pulled away, slightly. "I think I love you," he whispered. Then he resumed kissing, holding me. Ty was feeling good because of me, me. I felt like he and I needed to do more. I needed to make him always feel good. Oher than my parents and some relatives, I had never had a non-relative say this to me. Ty loved me because I had done this deed for him. I had showed him my desire. I tasted him and I loved the taste. Ty told me these words, not Wyatt, who still watched us. My heart felt so close to full, wanting Ty to be with me forever. "I love you too, Ty." "Uh. What's with you two?" Wyatt asked. I turned to look at him. "Ty and I love each other." The movie continued. I watched my friends doing gay sex with each other, most doing each other multiple times. Me? I held Ty until we felt tired. We went to the spare bedroom, cuddled together, and fell asleep. In the morning, I woke and stared at my lover as he slept. His face and his curly hair made him look like an angel. "I feel you staring at me," he said, eyes shut. I loved his deep morning voice. I brushed his lips with mine. "I can stare at your beauty forever." I said. We still cuddled as we had been when we went to bed. I felt him hard between my legs. "Can I suck you again?" "Hmmm. I'd like that, but I need to have a turn. Why should you have all the fun? You got to enjoy the taste of sperm. I want my first taste to be yours. I want you to feed me forever." My heart went to Ty. I had aroused this desire in him. We were fourteen and had discovered each other. We could have years to pleasure one another. "I'd like that, Ty. I'm ready when you are." He disengaged after one more kiss and lowered himself. As he moved, he told me that this was his first time. He wanted me and I would give him what he wanted, forever. Ty transported me to heaven as he licked, sucked, and moaned. I held off as long as possible, then felt a swelling and a flow stronger than I had ever felt. Ty nursed on me for what seemed like forever. Then he fed me what he had left in his mouth. My mind and heart were his as we lay together murmuring our love for one another. I heard his stomach rumble for the umpteenth time. "You are hungry. Let's go eat. I want to take you to breakfast. I want to have breakfast with my boyfriend." "Let's go. I want to show my boyfriend to all the world." We showered together, washing each other. Yes, we both became hard. Yes, we pleasured each other using our hands. We caught each other's cream and ate it with enjoyment. We held hands at the table in the diner as we waited to eat. ********** Epilog: I learned the guys had wanted to see if they could make a straight boy into a gay boy. I do not know if they succeeded with me. I knew I loved Ty, and he loved me. That's all. Ty and I stayed at Cam's all during the break. It felt like our personal love nest. We went to Trey's house for Christmas and we let everyone know we were lovers. No one seemed to care. His parents were happy for him, for us. Our friends had a porn watching party every weekend after that. Trey and I went, but we only made love to each other. I was happy we could give our friend's pleasure as they would watch us as we made love and did everything boys could do with each other. No one at the school hassled us for being lovers. Many people accepted us and quite a few guys asked us about things dealing with the gay life. We answered them openly but could only tell them our perspective. High school graduation, college life with my lover, college graduation, and finally both of us becoming high school teachers at our former high school where we both taught English was our life. We bought a house. We have twin boys, born through surrogacy after our sperm was mixed and implanted in the egg. Camden looks like me. Wyatt looks like Ty. They are seven now and smarter than I was at their age. Both of them focus on being kind to others. In the house, they long ago decided clothes were unneeded. Trey and I don't care. If they are happy, we are happy. So there you have it. Did I like girls? Sure. I still do. They are nice to look at. My husband is nicer to look at. I love to watch our boys. I love their free-spirits. Did I mention they both inherited Ty's freckles? Maybe at that long-ago experiment with our friends, who by the way still get together to have fun, only without us, I discovered I loved my man. NOTE: I did not know how the story would develop when I started. Turned out to be the sappiest rom-plot my characters led me into. Oh. Well. Different for me. For sure. Thanks for reading. Comments and suggestions at: acgib1943@protonmail.com. Donations to Nifty help support these stories.