Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2008 20:17:57 +0100
From: Barry Courtney <bazdeboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Appearances Can Deceive Part 1 of ?

Hi guys, this is a story that could become a series about a relationship if
guys are interested in reading it. It follows the lives of two gay friends
with very complex issues and personalities. It contains graphic sex though
not much in this part, so if you're not supposed to be reading this sort of
stuff or are offended by it PLEASE GO AWAY NOW

The characters are fictional insofar as that is possible. If either of them
resembles you or somebody you know it is a pure coincidence.

Comments are accepted - good and bad - at bazdeboy@gmail.com


Did you ever read a guy wrong?

The year after college I shared a small two-bedroom maisonette with a
college mate called Arthur. Things worked out pretty well, as we were good
friends and sensitive to each other's privacy. We had been living together
for about a couple of months when I decided I should probably tell him
about myself. It was Thursday evening and he had just come back from choir
practice. He had been watching the telly when I came into the living room
and told him I had something to tell him. When I told him I was gay, he
just shrugged and said "oh, yeah, that's fine, I kind of guessed it
anyway." Things got a bit quiet after that.

"So have you a boyfriend or are you one of these bed-hopping gay men?" he
asked me at the next ad break.

"No, well, not really," I answered. "I've no boyfriend but I have met a few
guys already."

"And you sex with them?"

"Yeah," I said. "Of course I did." I was glad we had moved away from the
discussion on numbers of partners. The bed-hopping remark had dampened any
boasting rights that I might have otherwise felt I had. After all, in three
months I had been with six different guys. That sounds great and macho but
it was something I didn't want to share with Arthur just at that moment.

"So let me ask you -- if you're queer do you like giving blowjobs? Or do
you prefer getting them?" he asked, genuinely interested.

I looked over at him. "Well, no I don't like to give blow jobs and getting
them isn't a big deal either." I was becoming intrigued by his line of
questioning. "Why are you asking me these personal questions?"

He looked a little sheepish. "Well, it's just that think I might be gay too
and I was wondering if you would like to, you know." And he blushed!

The phone rang and Arthur jumped up to answer it. One of us had been saved
by the bell as they say. It was one of his choir buddies, so I flicked the
remote and turned the sound back on. Later that night as I lay in bed I
thought about giving Arthur a blowjob. It got me horny and for the first
time I had a wank whilst thinking about my housemate.

Let me tell you a little bit about Arthur. At that time he was 22 years
old. He was almost two years younger than I was having been born in August
1967 whereas I was October 1965. It was 1989 and I was studying for the bar
exams and he was beginning studies for his teaching diploma.  He had a lost
puppy type of personality. He was very enthusiastic about almost everything
and could ask hundreds of questions about anything. He loved music and sang
as a bass in the local choir. He wore woolly jumpers and colourful college
scarves. He wasn't tall but nor was I. He was about 5'8" making him an inch
shorter than me. He had short legs and a chunky butt on top of them. There
were moments when I imagined the fun of bending him over and mounting that
firm butt of his but I never really gave it much consideration. Foreplay
would have involved about a thousand questions anyway! It would never work.

The following evening Arthur and I were sitting on watching the telly. He
was wearing a black T-shirt and tight stone-washed jeans (they were in
fashion at the time) and every now and then I stole a quick look at his
crotch. The tight jeans had forced his basket into a large lump that made
it look like a drawing by Tom of Finland.

"I was in the toilets after practice and two of the tenor line came in. I
was in the cubicle and I knew their voices," Arthur said. "Anyway, they
started laughing about their throats being dry and one of them promised the
other a blowjob."

"Lucky for him," I replied without taking my eyes off the telly.

"So they went into one of the cubicles and starting sucking each other off!
Isn't that cool?"

"No Arthur, it is called voyeurism and you shouldn't do it!" I replied
determined not to look down at his basket.

"Would you like to live with a boyfriend?" he asked.

I knew there was a list of questions coming, "not at this stage of my life
now if you don't mind I'm watching this!"

Arthur curled back into the sofa but then stretched out with his legs
spread widely. From the corner of my eye I could see his hand move slowly
towards his bulge. He cupped it in his hand and moaned.

"Take it to the bedroom pervert!" I snapped.

"But I want a blow job," he whined with a grin on his face.

"Well don't ask me, I won't do it," I replied.

"But I've never had one and I want one. You know?"

"I told you already that I don't like to suck dick! Go ask one of your
buddies from the choir they seem to be into it!" I snapped as I stood, went
to my room and slammed the door behind me.

That put a strain on living together over the following days. He went home
that weekend and I had a friend over on Saturday night. Friend might not be
the best word. It was a guy called Peter that had been coming on to me in
the bar. He was about 30, slim, hairy, deep voice and we ended up back at
my place. We used Arthur's room and he fucked my ass all night. Peter
didn't do foreplay. Peter didn't like condoms. Peter didn't like talking.
Peter didn't measure up as a potential partner, but the fucking was good.
As I lay in my own bed on Sunday night I could still feel a dull thud in my
ass. It was a reminder of what I had done in Arthur's bed. I thought I
would have a wank and relive the memory but I couldn't get hard. Peter
simply didn't excite me. I thought of Arthur's bed and imagined that it
could have been Arthur fucking me instead and I was instantly hard.

Work on Monday was a torture. Arthur would be back in the house at about
two and would go to his room. I was certain he wouldn't suspect that I had
used his bed for a one night stand. That had me worried but I was also
concerned by my fantasy the previous night. In all our time together I had
never really fancied him that much. I had often admired his cute plump ass
as he walked up the stairs before me. As it wriggled before my eyes I would
often imagine biting it or rimming him or even fucking him. By the time we
would have got to the top of the stairs the fantasy would be gone. There
was simply no sexual chemistry between us!

We were going to have to sort out this blowjob problem soon. I would
explain to him that he would be better off with somebody who wanted a
boyfriend to mind. Arthur always seemed to be craving some sort of daddy
figure in his life. He always sought affirmation and was over to
enthusiastic about everything for my liking. He seemed too dependant. He
wasn't camp but he liked to curl up on the sofa drinking tea with a blanket
around him. He was moody and often prissy. He sulked a lot! I imagined that
he would be a 100% bottom if he were gay. That was the real problem. You
see, at that time I wanted to find somebody versatile. I liked fucking but
I loved being fucked. I wasn't all that experienced. I had been with six
guys counting Peter. I fucked five, two fucked me back and Peter fucked me
six times. All six were one-night-stands.

When I got home on Monday afternoon there was a pair of white boxers
hanging on my door handle. They were Peter's. Although we had used Arthur's
room I had stripped the bed and had made it up again when Peter left on
Sunday. I had removed the used condoms and I thought I had everything
checked. It looked like nobody had used the room. But it had not occurred
to me that Peter had forgotten his shorts. The sheets were white and they
must have been caught up in them. I looked into the sitting room where he
sat watching the telly.

"Sorry!" I said straight up.

"Easier said than believed," he quipped back without looking at me.

That hurt. I was trying to clear the air and he was having none of it. "I
actually do mean it," I continued, "I was an asshole last week and so were
you and I'm sorry for fighting with you. Apart from that I also apologise
because I shouldn't have used your room without asking first, I accept full
responsibility and I'm sorry!"

He didn't even look at me. I had apologised to him before and not meant
it. I'm an okay public speaker and I have done drama in the past. I might
not be Hollywood material but I can act. My acting wasn't good enough. We
spent the next three days avoiding each other around the house. The weekend
was approaching and we would have to face each other. It had been a
terrible week and our tenancy together was probably about to end. Despite
the tension I relived my fantasy about Arthur fucking me even as the ache
Peter left had begun to die down. When I realised on Thursday morning that
I had wanked to the idea of Arthur fucking me four nights in a row I knew I
was getting into something messy. We were friends and in all the time we
had known each other I had only ever had fleeting thoughts about me fucking
him. Suddenly I was fantasising about him fucking me and I was aroused by
the thought. Maybe I had stronger feelings for him than I knew?

Our friendship was however on the brink. We had known each other for almost
five years and now we were about to finish that off. I knew that the ball
was in my court. I had been the one in the wrong. I had used his room and
my apology was worthless to him as all previous apologies had been. The
problem for me was that I knew a blowjob was going to be the price of
peace. All this had started when I refused him a blowjob. Offering to suck
his cock would show that I was genuinely sorry. I was also hoping that he
would get into a sulk and storm off, like he always does, and then I could
defend myself with the statement that I had offered a proper recompense and
he had refused it. This decision would have been so much easier for me if
he had asked could he fuck my ass. I thought of this and decided to go
offer him a blowjob before our friendship would be declared officially
over!

I stood before him with my heart thumping audibly. He looked up at me and
before he had a chance to tell me to fuck off I dropped to my knees in
front of him.

In one quick move he seized the impetus and pushed my head down into his
lap. I was shocked by how forthright he had suddenly become. He moved his
hand along the back of my head and guided my face just above the bulge in
his jeans.

"I want you to lick my cock-bulge first," he said softly but firmly. I
complied with his request (or was it an order?) and the questions began.

"Do you like licking my bulge?" he asked.

"It's not bad," I answered honestly.

"But you want something more don't you?"

I didn't answer; his questions were beginning to irritate me. Arthur read
my silence as consent and asked me more directly. "I bet you can't wait to
get your sweet lips wrapped around my big dick isn't that right Barry?"

"Shut up Arthur and get your cock out; I wanna get this over with!"

"Okay," said the puppy as he fell back against the sofa. He raised his hips
and opened his jeans. He slid them down in one go taking his boxers with
them. His cock sprung up waving freely in the air before him. BOING! It was
one beautiful dick. It was really perfect -- about seven inches long and
thick enough to completely fill my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around the
base and was surprised by the weight of the hard organ. The bottom five
inches were straight as an arrow and then the top two curved slightly back
towards his belly. It was crowned with a beautifully shaped bell-end.
Arthur was circumcised and the cockhead on his wand had never been
restricted in its growth by a foreskin. It was quite a mallet he had
between his legs. He looked at me wondering what I was doing. I explained
that I was admiring his cock.

"Is it a nice one?" he started his questions.

"Actually yes it's pretty impressive," I answered. "You know you have a
really nice cock, a bit thicker than most guys but then it is you and the
cock should match the man!"

"So are you glad you're getting to suck it then?" Arthur asked. He had
missed the little insult or maybe he was ignoring it.

"Arthur, I don't know how I am gonna get through to you. I am doing this
because it is something you want and I don't, I only offered to do this
because I owe you an apology and hope this will ..."

"... will start you off in a life as my personal cocksucker?" he cut me off
before I had finished. I moved to get up but he placed his hand on my
shoulder and held me back. "I'm sorry I'll shut up!" he promised.

I placed my lips on the tip of his cock and kissed it. He shuddered. I knew
this would not take long so I wrapped my lips around the large mushroom
head and barely got it inside my mouth. The two points of my mouth felt
sore. Arthur was thicker than I had expected. I captured the spongy
cockhead inside the cavity of my mouth and knew what to do next. The first
guy I was with had done something for me and it was the only blowjob I had
enjoyed in my limited experience. I decided to try and do the same for
Arthur. If nothing else it would make him cum fast. He started to moan. I
looked up at him. He had his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and his
hands clasped firmly behind his head. He was purring as most guys do when
there's a warm mouth wrapped around their cocks. I moved into action. I
drooled as much spit around my mouth as my salivary glands could produce.
With my mouth all warm and wet I sucked and at the same time began to
massage the ridge of his cockhead with my tongue.

A jolt like electricity wracked his body and he jumped a bit on the chair.
"Oh my God stop it!" he moaned in ecstasy. So I did. I moved to get up.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"You begged me to stop and I did!"

He looked at me in disbelief. "This isn't over until I cum," he snapped
with his familiar sulk returning to his face. He crossed his hands and his
legs. His wet cock landed coldly on his thigh and he quickly uncrossed
again.

As I stood watching him I could feel my excitement growing. It was fun to
tease him like this but, better still, it was erotic fun! His frustration
was getting me hot. He wanted a blowjob and the more I refused the better
this became.

"Well, you'll have to beg me to suck you now that you've told me to stop,"
I said with a laugh.

"We had an agreement..."

"... and you called a halt!"

Arthur (and I didn't mention this earlier) loved to argue and got very
touchy if you caught him out with a valid point. He got touchy about this
one too. We were back to our familiar way of relating to each other. The
tension of last week was certainly dissipated and the effort at a blowjob
had cleared the way after using his bed. All obligations were discharged
and we could become friends again.

"I'm not talking to you anymore," he pouted as I sat beside him.

"Pull up your trousers and grow up," I said patronisingly, "you'll catch
flu or something if you don't keep old dick warm!"

"He was warm when he was in your mouth," he said holding back a laugh.

In my heart and soul I knew I would be giving him a blowjob very soon. It
didn't seem as bad now that I was choosing to do it. The first effort felt
like coercion. The next would be a voluntary and fully consensual act; it
was bound to be more fun! I left him to pout and sulk for another five
minutes or so and then slid my hand over to his now flaccid wand.

"Ask me nicely and I'll suck it," I offered.

"Why should I ask? You owe me one!" he whined

"Ask me nicely and I'll suck it," I repeated the offer.

"But you..."

"... ask me nicely and I'll suck it," I cut him off and he relented.

"Please Barry will you suck my cock?" he asked.

"Certainly," I replied and returned to the kneeling position before him. I
could feel him tense up a little as my lips renewed their attention to his
cock.

"Yeah, suck it, please Barry, please suck it for me," he said quietly.

I resumed my attention to his cockhead. I enjoyed the way my tongue could
make him jolt when it caressed his sensitive cockhead. His soft groans and
moans were interspersed with wails of pleasure and I knew he was about to
shhot.

"Warn me before you cum," I said rising off his pole.

"Sure!" he gasped as I returned to action. I slid his cockhead in and out
of my mouth with my hand massaging the shaft. This prevented him from
thrusting into my mouth too deeply. It gave me full control of the
blowjob. I slobbered and drooled all over the hard column of flesh noticing
the slight saltiness of his cock-drip every so often as it mixed with my
saliva. He moved his hands to the back of my head and gently bobbed me up
and down a bit on his cock. I worked hard to stimulate every tiny nerve in
his cock sending shudders and bolts through his body. I know he was making
every effort not to cry out for me to stop. The pleasure of a cockhead
massage is too much for any man to refuse but screaming stop is something
we all do even when we mean don't ever stop! I continued to suck and lick
at his cock and he muttered something inaudibly as another shudder wracked
his body and in a spasm I realised that he had just shot in my mouth. The
gibberish was probably the warning that he was about to cum. I could feel
the load inside my mouth and the pressure of his hand forcing my head
further onto his spike. I choked and coughed on the semen and he released
my head.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, "I got a bit carried away!" He started
thumping my back and I cleared my throat.

"I think I ended up swallowing most of that," I said as I tried to regain
my breath. "I asked you to warn me!"

"I did but I couldn't help it," he whined

I was back to normal now and intended going to the bathroom to swallow a
bottle of mouthwash. "Arthur, you should never cum in another guy's mouth
without asking him first, okay?" I was firm with him although I wasn't
genuinely annoyed and he started to cry. FUCK!

"What is the matter with you?" I asked.

"That was my first sex with a man and it should have been fun for both of
us," he sniffled.

God give me patience with this man! "Calm down Arthur, sex is fun but not
all that people make it out to be, there's no such thing as perfect sex!"

"You seem to be talking like an expert," he said caustically, "I was hoping
that you would have enjoyed it too!"

"Leave it our Arthur. I enjoyed it as much as I could enjoy doing something
I already told you that I didn't like doing it. I told you I don't like
sucking cock. Now I'm glad you had fun and I'm very honoured to be the
first person you had sex with ..."

This wasn't making sense so I walked over and kissed him. He looked up at
me, smiled through his tear stained eyes and grabbed me back into a deep
kiss.

"Okay Arthur, let me go, I have teeth to brush!" I said as I struggled to
free myself from his embrace. "So, do you accept my apology now?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "It was good!"

As I walked towards the bathroom I could almost feel the brightness of his
smile like sunburn on the back of my neck!

"One question before you go," he said as he stood. "Remember the guy that
you had home with you the night in my bed..."

"Yeah," I replied, "what about him?"

"Did you fuck him or did he fuck you?"

I blushed at the forwardness of his question, I began to stutter an answer
but he stopped me and smiled.

"It's okay," he said, "I know from your reaction that you were the one who
took it up the ass!"

I was embarrassed at the intrusion into my private sex life and told him
so.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," he said with a smile, "it was only
that you seem so confident and cocky that I thought you would have been the
fucker and I am amazed that you are the one who gets fucked!"

"I also like to fuck," I defended myself.

"But you prefer to be fucked?" he continued my statement.

"No!" I protested, "I guess I like to do both! Why are you asking me these
personal questions all of a sudden?"

"Well, for a man that doesn't like to suck cock you are one great
cocksucker. You did a really good job down there and I guessed you maybe
weren't as much a top as I suspected you might be."

"It's as I said; I like to do both. I never actually said I was a top!"

"Well I certainly am!" he stated as he folded his arms across his chest in
a gesture of masculinity. "Ever since we first moved in together I have
dreamed of tapping your ass but I always thought you would be too top and I
would have to spend my time fighting you off my ass. Now I know I won't
have to fight you!"

"Where did this sudden confidence come from?" I asked.

"It's easy to be confident with a guy who has recently drunk from your
cockhead!" he turned towards his bedroom and started to walk away. As he
walked he looked over his shoulder and said; "I'm having an early night.
It's a big bed and there's room for one more, but, if you join me you know
what will happen!" He turned and went through the door closing it behind
him! Suddeny the door opened and his head re-appeared. "And I know you
don't like sucking but you did a great job and I wanna say thanks for doing
that for me. I know you like to get fucked so I would love to do that for
you to say thanks for the blowjob!" He went back into the room but this
time he left the door ajar. THE ARROGANT LITTLE FUCKER!

On the previous four nights I had wanked to the fantasy of what waited for
me behind that door. My head began to spin and I felt faint. It was almost
as if somebody out there was making my dream come true. There's a
difference between dreams and reality and sometimes we might dream of
things that we don't really want. I had been thinking of this for a few
days now and it excited me all that time. I had a great imagination and
normally changed fantasies every day -- this was one I hadn't changed, it
was one I liked. But I hadn't thought of being in a relationship with
Arthur I had only thought about sex with him and this was the difference.
What was I thinking? Arthur wanted to fuck me and I had been dreaming of
getting fucked by him so why suddenly think that a relationship is on the
cards? It was simply a fuck. I liked to get fucked and he wanted to fuck me
we weren't getting married or anything like that. Arthur was going to fuck
me; it was as simple as that. This decision would have been so much easier
for me if he had asked could he fuck my ass. I remembered thinking that
earlier on in the evening.

I opened the door a bit, slipped inside and closed it tightly behind me!