Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 17:15:50 +0000
From: christopher carrington <voulezvous@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Straight Buddies Series-Part 1.Helping Out My Buddy, Mike

Note: This story was originally posted in 2003 but I had to remove the stories
For personal reasons and change the names, so here they are again revamped and
Updated, everything is true but the names have been changed.  I hope you enjoy
reading the stories again.

1) Please remember that unprotected sex can be very dangerous.
I always considered myself to be straight until I had this encounter with
Mike, this is the true story of what happened with one of my co workers and
the first story in my gay awakening.  After Mike I couldn't get enough and
started viewing some of my other friends in a new light.

2) This story involves graphic sex between 2 men. If this kind of thing
offends you, you're in the wrong place to begin with

14.09.2006
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Straight Buddies series
1. Helping Out My Buddy, Mike.

My name's Nathan, I'm 34 years old and have always been one of the boys,
enjoying night's out with the lads drinking and raising hell, watching
rugby and soccer, you could say I have always been a real man's man.  When
it came to the ladies if they breathed I fucked them, I've always loved the
pussy, that was until I met a kid called Mike.  I'm an office manager and
Mike breezed in one day for an interview, he was straight out of school and
was highly under qualified but there was something about the kid that drew
me to him, I didn't understand what it was but I just knew that I wanted
him around, at this point in my life I had never had a gay experience or
even thought about it, so it never even entered my mind that I could be
attracted to Mike.

Mike was a seventeen year old boy that worked on my team, except he looked
like a twenty two year old man.  He was blonde with beautiful crystal blue
eyes, a strong jaw and muscles in all the right places, Mike liked to work
out and he liked to show off his body always tensing up his muscles and
asking 'feel those then'. I always obliged, his physique was very impressive,
so much so that I began to go to the gym with Mike hoping that he could help
me get in a little better shape.  Over the course of a couple of months Mike
and I bonded and became very good friends and began hanging out together.
This new friendship often felt bizarre to me, as I was thirty four there was
a seventeen year age difference between Mike and I and I wouldn't have
thought that we had anything in common, but he was charismatic and I really
enjoyed his company and I guess he looked up to me always asking my advice
on women and career prospects etc.

Anyway one evening we had gone to the cinema and I gave Mike a lift home to
his flat and he asked me to come in for a coffee as he wasn't tired yet,
since we never had work the next day I parked the car and went in with him.
"Nathan?" Mike asked as he gave me my coffee.
"Yeah?"
"You know when you said your first fuck was when you were fifteen with
a girl from your school, was that true?"
"Of course it was true."
"And you really remember thinking it was nice."
"Yeah," I said with a smile as I recalled Danielle.  The thought made
me horny.  I put my hand in my lap to hide the evidence.  "Why?"
"No reason."
"If I remember, you didn't tell me about your first time when I asked
you."
"No mate."
"Why?"
Mike looked down at the carpet and smiled self-consciously.
"I haven't had much experience, I've never really even been kissed."
"Never?"
"No," he said with a hint of despair in his voice.  He opened his mouth
to say something more, closed it, and opened it again.  "Aw fuck, I'm the
only one."
"Hey, man, mine was no big deal.  I was only fifteen.  It was just
a......"
"But you said you remember thinking it was nice."
"Well, yeah."
"And two of my mates, Ryan and Smithy both said they were twelve, and
Steve, said he was ten."
"Yeah," I chuckled, "but what's a fuck or a kiss at ten? "
"At least he has something to remember," Mike said bitterly.
"Hey, this has gotten to you hasn't it?"
"Yeah, I know I shouldn't feel this way," Mike said with a shrug, "but
man, I do."
"Don't sweat it man, it'll happen when the time is right.  You're
young, fit and very good looking, I wouldn't pay too much attention to your
mates, if they're not lying, they're exaggerating.  Like I said dude you're
a good looking kid be patient and it'll happen." I tried to comfort Mike.
"Well, one of us has to be the cutie, and it sure can't be you, you're
too old" Mike responded with a smile.
"You cheeky fuck!" I exclaimed and tossed a pillow and him and he
grabbed it and tossed it back, commencing a five- minute pillow fight.
Laughing and flushed with the
exertion, we collapsed on Mike's single bed.
"Can I ask you something?  No joking?" asked Mike.
"Sure."
"When you were my age did you ever . . . well . . . ever worry about
doing stuff with girls?"
"Worry?"
"Yeah, like that you might make a fool of yourself, do it wrong or
something."
"Do what wrong?"
"Well, like kiss for example.  I can imagine me bending my head to kiss
a girl and her bending hers and us bumping heads or something, or me
slobbering all over her or something dumb."
"Never thought about it," I replied  with a shrug.  "I just imagined
things would happen natural."
"Yeah, I suppose.  I still wish there was someway to, you know, try it
out before actually doing it."
"Like do it and if its no good back up time and do it again."
"Yeah."
"Maybe you could get a rubber doll to practice with," I suggested with
a smile. We both laughed  and sat in silence, as I thought about our
conversation. I really felt for Mike I remembered how awkward those teen
years could be.
"We could do something about the kissing part,"  I offered quietly.
"Like what?"
"Well, for kissing, you just need two pairs of lips," I said, looking
up with a slight smile.
"Yeah. . . ," said Mike trying to figure out what I meant.  It suddenly
dawned on him and the young man's blue eyes widened.
"You're not suggesting. . . ."
"Why not?"
"I guess no reason,"  Mike finally said unsure.
"Right.  It's not as if we are in love, or plan on getting it on or
anything.  It's just so you can see how it works, so to speak."
"Like where your nose is when you do it, and where you put your hands-"
"Oh, if you were a girl, I know where I would put my hands," I joked.
"Very funny."
"So, what do you say?"
"Sure, why not," Mike said with a shrug, although he was far from
certain about this.
We looked at each other, and then nervously moved closer together.  Sitting
there side by side on the bed, we felt foolish and awkward.  Being the
bolder of the two, I turned and bent forward.  Mike did likewise in
response.
"Close your eyes." I instructed.
"How will I be able to tell where my head is going?"
"Leave it to instinct."
Mike did.  We bumped noses.  Laughing, we tried it again. This time our
lips touched for a second and we quickly pulled away as if having received
an electric shock.  We looked at each other.
"We got to do it longer." I said.
We bent forward again, our lips meeting and touching gently.  Neither
wanting to be the first to break away, we sat there like that until we could
hold our breath no longer.  As we broke away, we gasped for air and then
giggled.  We were beginning to feel much more
comfortable, and much braver.
"You should suck when you kiss,"  I advised.
Once again our lips met, and this time we sucked.
"Doesn't do anything for me," said Mike as we parted.
"Of course not, moron.  It's not supposed to.  We're both guys,"  I
said.
"We're just practicing, remember?"
"Yeah, of course," Mike responded.
"Besides, even with a guy and a girl, you've got to do it lots, not
just one kiss."

We held each other loosely and self-consciously, we kissed again.  Deciding
it was all right, we kissed again, for practice, and then again.  By the
sixth kiss, we felt a stirring between our legs.  We both quickly passed it
off as a natural physical response to what we were doing.  After all, that
was what kissing was supposed to do to you. And I certainly wasn't gay and I
knew that Mike wasn't.  But this felt strangely good and I decided to go
with it and get a little bolder, I parted Mike's lips and pressed my tongue
against his lips.  Mike immediately opened his mouth, taking my action as
part of the experimentation.  Besides, he was curious also.  Slowly slipping
my tongue into Mike's mouth, I ran it along the top of his hot, moist
tongue.  It was a weird sensation, and not at all as disgusting as I thought
it would be.  Actually, it was rather erotic, and I felt my cock swell even
further.  Feeling my tongue sliding along his made Mike's cock spring
forward also.  Now that definitely did something for him.  We rolled our
tongues around each other, and then as I withdrew his, not to be outdone
Mike followed, slipping his into my mouth.  He continued to slip it in,
sliding it along the top of my slippery tongue, our saliva mixing.  My
spittle was flowing copiously and Mike felt it flooding over his tongue.
The thought of withdrawing his tongue and swallowing my saliva made his cock
spring forward again.  Unable to resist the temptation, he did it, and his
cock stiffed to its full size and pressed hotly against his stomach, being
restrained by his tight Calvin Klein jeans.  His long tongue immediately
retuned for more, and I did not resist. I could not believe this.     Mike
was holding me by the hips for support as we kissed.  As our lips parted, he
thought he'd try something he'd seen on television.  If I'd objected, he'd
just say he wanted to see what it was like.  As we bent our heads forward
one more time, Mike slid his lips along mine and kissed my cheek beside my
mouth instead.  When I didn't object, he kept kissing, quick, little pecks
along my cheek until he reached my ear, and then he slipped his tongue into
my ear and gave it a quick lick.  I immediately pulled away with a quiver.
Mike looked at me with uncertainty, ready with his excuse.

"Oh shit, that was so fucking wild," I gasped, my hazel eyes
sparkling. "And you said you weren't experienced! What made you think of
that?"
"Seen it once on TV.  It's good, huh?"
"Shit yeah, sent tingles down my spine."
"Really?"
"Sure, want me to try it?" I offered.
"Sure," Mike said with a shrug, pretending not to care but desperately
wanting to experience whatever I had.  Holding Mike by the waist, I began by
kissing his ear lobe and then licking it, and then the rim, sort of teasing
him before slipping my tongue inside.  As I felt Mike trembling, I knew he
was feeling the same thing as he had felt.  This was really wild!  We
continued kissing and licking, cheeks, ears, lips. . . .
The natural thing was to continue as we had seen hundreds of times on
television.  As I moved on down to Mike's neck and kissed it, Mike began to
massage my butt.  Now that felt good, and I imagined it would feel even
better with Mike's hands inside my jeans.  Kissing my way back up along
Mike's cheek, I kissed him on the lips one more time, and as I did so, I
slipped my hands under Mike's T-shirt, figuring I could always laugh and
claim it was a joke if Mike objected. Shit, his skin was so smooth and so
warm!  When he did not object, I continued to caress, starting with his
sides, and then slowly working my way up along his ribs and then over his
chest.  At a hundred-and-fifty pounds, he was only slightly lighter than I,
and we were identical in height, both standing at six foot .  Mike began to
breathe heavier as I massaged his chest, running my fingertips over his
silky smooth skin and caressing his bulging pecs.  As I lightly brushed
against one of his nipples with the side of my hand, I noticed that it was
hard.  This was so fucking wild I could not believe it, and it felt so good
getting turned on I did not want it to stop.  Mike's cock was straining in
his pants for a hot jerk, and he squirmed and wiggled his butt on the bed as
his dickhead itched madly in his jeans.  Finally the we stopped our
caressing, and pulling apart but still embracing, we looked
at each other.  Our  faces were flushed and our eyes sparkling, our
naturally red lips moist with saliva.
"This is so wild," I said excitedly.
"I had no idea it would be so hot." Mike exclaimed. "So, did it, well,
make you, well, you know,"  Mike asked, his eyes sparkling but his face
flushed with embarrassment.
"Am I sprung?"
"Yeah," Mike said, blushing even more.
"Yeah, sure am.  You?"
"Yeah," he beamed, glad the same had happened to him.
"It feels great don't it, when it's sprung."
"Oh yeah, the greatest."
"When it gets that way, do you, ah, well, you know."
"Always," I said, knowing what he meant.  "You?"
"Yeah, sometimes."
We sat there, both having the same thoughts, both wanting to glance at the
other's crotch, neither knowing how to bring up the suggestion that was on
each of our minds.
"Huh, well"  we both began.  We stopped, laughed, waited forever for
the other to speak, and tried again.
"Well " We laughed again.
Since Mike hadn't gotten angry, I decided to try the next hint.
"Of course since we both do it we......."
"You mean. . . ."
"If you want to do something about your woodie," I said, and then
hurriedly added, "course you don't have to if you don't want to, or if you
do we "
"No, I want to," Mike said quickly, afraid I might talk myself out of
the suggestion.  "Do something about it that is."
"Cool."
We sat there, not sure how to proceed.
"I guess if we're going to do something, we better, pull our trousers
off," I finally said.
I pulled down my fly, I debated if I should just pull it out and wank, or if
I should pull down my trousers and underwear.  Noticing Mike unsnap the snap
at the top of his Calvin
Klein's, I did likewise.  We stood and pushed our blue jeans down to our
ankles.  We were wearing coloured briefs, Mike red and I blue.  We had
changed clothes plenty of times, at the gym.  Seeing each other in our
underwear was not unusual, but stripping down this time was for a very
different reason, and it felt totally different.  Besides, we could not help
notice how the other's briefs tented out.  Suddenly we both wondered just
how we compared to the
other, and got more than a bit apprehensive. I took the lead, and Mike
quickly followed before he lost his courage.  We nervously glanced at each
other, afraid to get caught.
"Ah, screw it," Mike said.  "I've never seen another guy's when its
stiff, and I doubt if I'll ever have another chance.  You mind if I have a
good look."
"No," I sighed with relief.  "I was thinking the same."
We checked each other out.  We were both uncut, our foreskins still covering
our knobs.  To each other's relief, we looked identical in size, both about
seven inches long. The only difference was in the colour of our hairs, and
that I seemed to be hairier.  Sitting there on the pale gray bed cover side
by side, we reached down simultaneously and wrapped our fingers about our
stiff, aching cocks.  As each pulled back on the skin, unveiling our
cockheads, we again looked at each other. We began to pump our fists slowly, working
them up and down our stiff cocks, feeling the familiar and wonderful feeling
as we stimulated our sensitive cockheads, as we slowly pumped themselves to an orgasm.
We squirmed and panted as we worked our fists, watching each other, thinking of
the end, and wondering what it would be like to see another's cock spurting
that stuff that up until now we had only seen themselves. We watched our
fists and glanced at each other, our eyes intent, our breathing growing
heavier, the only sound in the room being the flapping of our fists against
our crotches.
"You Cumming soon?" I asked as I panted for breath.
"Yeah, you?"
"Sure am."
"Oh shit," I cried out as I felt it rising up his cock and I knew I
could do nothing about it.   I thrust out my hips as my first shot jetted
out, sailing through the air and adding another white spot to the green
carpet.  I quivered as another three shots fired one after another,
two landing on the floor and the third in my blue underwear. Mike inhaled
sharply as he too shot, his semen also flying out and striking the floor.
He sighed and quivered as he came, and he glanced over at the shooting cock
of his best buddy.  It was freaking wild seeing
another guy cumming, and it felt so great sharing the experience We lay
there, quivering and trembling, our cocks with a strand of cum hanging from
our slits, our hands sticky.  Finally we got up and shuffled to the bathroom
to get toilet paper.  Squeezing the remaining cum out of our cocks, we wiped
our hands.
"That was awesome," I sighed  as we both layed back on Mike's bed.
"Totally!,  I wonder how Cameron Diaz would feel knowing you think
about her when
you wank off?" Mike observed.
"Actually, now I've seen you doing it, I think I just might think about
you next time."
"Yeah, I might think about you too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, that was fantastic seeing your cock shoot."
"Likewise."
"And can I just say that when you get that girlfriend you have
absolutely nothing to worry about mate, you were awesome and she'll be one
lucky girl."
"Cheers mate!" Mike replied considerably happier and leaned over to
give me a long kiss on the lips.  We sat on the bed naked totally
comfortable with each other and began to watch a movie on the TV, when Mike
asked.
"Nathan, mate have you ever done anything like that with a guy before?"
"Well when I was fourteen my friend paid me a tenner to suck him off."
"Did you do it?" Mike asked with his eyes wide open.
"Well, yeah, my pocket money had run out and I wanted to buy a special
edition of this Batman comic so I just went for it.  He kind of tasted funny
though, and he offered to pay me £10 more if I swallowed his spunk, but I
didn't want to. I don't even think he came, he just needed someone to pay
attention to his hardon! It was kind of interesting, but pretty quick
you know.  I'd never done anything like that before, and it was a little
weird.  He ended up jerking himself off anyway".
Looking over at my cock, Mike said.
"Well, I'd say with inflation, that your cock would be worth £200
now."
"Why you interested"? I asked.
"No way man, it probably `tastes funny' Mike said referring to my
earlier comment.
I grabbed his head and held it over my cock.
"What did you say man" He resisted against my hand... "Oh so you want a
bedtime snack do you?"  and I bobbed his head up and down mockingly, as
though he was sucking me.  Then I let go. Mike grabbed my cock as though it
was a little person and apologized.
"You don't really taste bad I'm sure....sorry".
"Kiss me and make me feel better."  I said mimicking a hurt voice for
my cock"
"Kiss you? but.....?
My character voice started to cry.
"Oh alright!".... and Mike leaned over and kissed my dickhead. We both
laughed.
"I can't believe how comfortable I'm feeling with you, I mean here I am
sitting in the buff with my buddy...I never do this with anyone.
"I guess I feel privileged. Do whatever you want Nathan, it's great to
have you in my life."
As we continued, my foot absentmindedly started to play with him a little.
Circling his cock, lifting up his sack...it was like I was doing it to
myself.   But I wasn't even watching what I was doing.  When I looked over
at Mike, he was staring down at my foot, with his enormous hardon staring
right at me and my foot playing with it.
"Well now you know how big it gets!" he said with a devilish grin.
"No kidding.. You've got a nice piece of meat there buddy. There was a
pause before he asked -- with his eyes looking at the T.V.
"......do you"
"Do I what" half knowing what he was getting at.
"Do you want to suck on it for a little while"?
"Ummm, that is an interesting question.  I'm not sure why we're ending
up talking about sex and playing with each other's dicks here I just wanted
to help you out, I thought you were shy, but you seem to have overcome that
now.  Maybe we have some unlived fantasy that we need to act out here.
"So, do you think you'd want to try it mate?" Mike asked, he picked up
his cock and waved it at me. "He wants you to," Mike said in a very macho
voice, trying to mimick the character voice I had used for my cock.  I got
off the bed, and knelt in between his legs so my face was hovering over his
thick cock.  What a sight. I leaned down and put my lips to  it. I wrapped
my hand around it and smelled it from top to bottom and down to his balls. I
looked up at his smiling face...he looked happy....who wouldn't be?  I
placed the head of his now hard dick in my mouth. It was good; spongy;
succulent; with a dab of precum at the tip. Then I engulfed it and was
surprised at its length and girth. I thought I'd be able to suck the whole
thing down. When I gagged and pulled off him he was laughing.
"I can't quite believe this day, here I am between your legs with your
dick in my mouth"!
Mike put his hands behind his head, spread his legs further, and I started
to experiment.
"Wow, you actually taste pretty good."  I said. I went back down to his
cock, holding it at the base, and licking it from top to bottom.
"Heh man, just wrap your mouth around it, and I'll move."  Mike said
sounding more confident and expert than earlier on this evening and I began
to wonder if maybe he had played me, planned this seduction, but then I put
it out of my head and carried on with the business at hand.  I made
machinery sound effects, clamping my lips around the base of the head.  He
started to slowly fuck my face and I took as much in my mouth as possible.
He raised his ass off the couch and watched as his cock disappeared down my
throat. He'd fuck it fast, and then slow down rocking his pelvis back and
forth while his entire length slipped out and then back in. I spit it out of
my mouth for a minute,
"This isn't bad at all you know. It tastes great, it's making you and
me feel good, and it's getting me closer to you than most other guys!  Maybe
it's a guy thing. We know dicks pretty
well....and this is one dick I've got to get to know"!
"Listen bruvv, I'm just about ready to lose it.  You have to decide if
you want to swallow it, or I should shoot on your face or where".  Mike's face was
really red now, and his voice had changed. I was all too familiar with the
look.
"I don't know. I'll have to decide at the moment. Let's do it".
I went back down on him, sucking hard and breathing in his man scent.  At
his next thrust, I breathed deeply from my diaphragm and found my lips
suddenly touching his bush. I kept it there for a few seconds, proud of my accomplishment,
while he gave it a few quick hard thrusts, and then let it go.  He patted me on the head
laughing silently. But I sensed, he really wanted to let go, so I started
bobbing on his cock, looking down at his balls and pubes, not quite
believing the situation I was in.  I reached down and started massaging his
huge sac and he just about flew off the couch. His cock slammed down my
throat and he screamed from clenched teeth -- "I'm gonna cum....what are you
going to do"?
I decided to hold still, and let it happen.  I needed to taste his semen.
He pumped faster, I kept massaging his balls, and suddenly, on my tongue I
tasted his spunk. I swallowed it and his cock further.  I pulled out, and
let a little shoot on my lips -- I wanted to see it come out of him, and
then I dove back down it, letting it shoot until it was over.  I didn't even
realize the taste of his cum, until after he was finished, and suddenly my
tongue and throat were coated with his stuff. I pulled his cock out, and
started smacking my lips and tongue as though I were tasting a vintage wine.
"Interesting....but I think I need a glass of water to wash this down"
I said.
"I'll get it for you", he said.  He got a glass of water and brought
it back to me.  I was still on my knees, and he was beside me holding the
glass. I took the glass and washed his semen down my throat. With his huge
flaccid cock in front of my mouth, I couldn't quite believe what had just happened.
I leaned over and held his cock, saying,
"I think I'll be seeing a lot more of you in the future". He stood
there brushing his huge softy against my face. I held on to this thighs and just breathed him
in. My buddy was there -- in all his glory! And I just had to have another
quick suck just to make sure I'd gotten all of his man juice.  When I was
done I stood up...."not bad, not bad at all"..... We sat down and watched
what was left of the movie, every once in awhile bursting out in guy
giggles, about what had just happened.
"Mike, I've got to go to bed. This is opening up a huge door to this
relationship you realize."
"Stay the night." Mike said as he pulled back the covers of his bed and
got in.  I got in behind him we wrapped our bodies around each other and
started French kissing, we fell asleep sometime later with our mouths and
bodies locked to each other.

Let me know what you think. All feedback is welcome and appreciated. If you
liked this story I will post some more stories of my exploits with Mike and
some of my other 'straight friends'

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