I'm Mike, a sophomore in high school. I led a pretty typical life – at least until recently. Max, my best friend and I have begun dating girls and it's been great. Confusing at times, because girls are hard to figure out, but you don't always have to figure them out to have fun.

We weren't among the most popular guys around but had lots of friends. Still, we hung out together much of the time. We even went on a couple of double dates, which worked out well until we needed privacy. Max and I didn't need the privacy, but the girls did. In order to get a girl to do anything, you have to make it look like they aren't, and that means no onlookers – especially other girls.

While Max and I navigated the choppy waters of dating girls, we had plenty of guy time to talk about things. A lot of times it was about girls – not a bad focus for a young guy. We lamented that girls didn't understand our needs and often made it difficult to get our needs satisfied.

It was during one of those conversations that Max dropped a real bombshell. "Mike," he said, "I think I might be gay."

"How can that be?" I asked, "You like girls, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do!" Max affirmed, "And in fact I'm not really attracted to guys at all."

"Then what's this about being gay?" I asked, puzzled.

"Mike, I was looking at some porn on the internet," he said, "And some of it was gay."

"So what?" I replied, "I see that all the time – I just skip over it until I find what I want.”

"I find the blowjob porn to be really arousing," he continued, "And often think about doing it."

"You haven't yet, have you?" I asked. Max shook his head.

"Then you haven't done anything gay," I said, "So don't worry about it."

"But I have these desires," protested Max.

"Max, you can't control what crazy things pop into your head," I said, "I get a lot of strange thoughts as well, but just focus on thinking about what I want to think about.”

That was all for that strange conversation, and I didn't think any more of it until about a month later.

"Mike, I'm still getting gay thoughts," Max said.

"Have you told anyone else?" I asked, Max said he hadn't.

"Good," I continued, "Let's just keep this between us – you don't want it getting all around school."

Max agreed and thanked me for being such a good friend.

Nothing more was said for a few weeks, then one day Max said, "Mike, I really need to talk with you."

"Any time," I said, "What's up?

"Well, you know I've had these gay desires," he said, "It's getting so I really want to do some things."

"What kind of things?" I asked.

"Mainly sucking cock," he said.

"Holy shit!" I said, "That's not something you can do and keep secret!"

"It could be if it was with you," Max said, "If you're okay with that."

"You want to suck me?" I said, not quite believing my own ears. Max nodded.

"I've heard that guys suck much better than girls," I said, "But I never really considered trying it with a guy – wouldn't that be gay of me if I did?"

"I don't really know," replied Max, "But I hear that lots of straight men get blowjobs from guys."

"Maybe," I said, "But it's not something I hear much about. Why do you want to suck ME?"

"Because I know I can trust you," he said, "and if feels as wonderful as its supposed to, then it’s something I would want for you alone."

"Max," I said, "This is a lot for me to take in. Is it okay if I think about it and give you an answer later?"

"Sure," said Max, "I know this can be a big deal, so take as much time as you need."

We didn't talk about it for a few days, but when I was ready, I said, "Max, we have been the best of friends for years, and I don't think your sucking me would change that."

"You mean it's okay then?" asked Max. I agreed.

"I want it to me completely private," I said, "So how about after school today at my place. My parents don't get home until after five."

Max agreed, and we went to my place after school. We went to the living room and I asked, "So how do we do this?"

Max hesitated, and then began, "I don't know – I've never done this before."

"Well I sure don't know!" I said.

"How about if you just sit on the couch and drop your pants down to your ankles?" Max suggested.

I sat down, dropped my pants, leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I decided I would imagine a hot babe sucking me. Max stroked my cock with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. Girls never took that much interest. When he took me into his mouth it was amazing! No girl had ever made me feel like that before. I wanted it to just keep going, but I felt my climax approaching. "I'm getting close," I warned Max, but kept working my cock, and soon I unloaded in his mouth.

"That was incredible!" I said, opening my eyes and seeing Max still holding me in his mouth.

"Thank you, Mike," he said, "For indulging my desires."

"Thank YOU," I replied, "That was the best climax I've ever had – how was it for you?”

"It was great," said Max, "Made even better by being with you."

"Is it something you'll want to do again?" I asked.

"As often as you like," said Max.

"How about every day?" I replied, "This is the absolute best way to cum, and I'd much prefer this to jacking-off"

"I'm fine with that," said Max, "You shouldn't have to jack-off when I'm glad to take care of you."

I pulled up my pants and we talked for awhile. Max was still interested in girls, so we discussed some double dating possibilities, then he left.

Max had been my best friend, and he still was, but without sounding mushy, we were now closer than ever.

It was truly wonderful to get a blowjob whenever I wanted and not to have to jack-off. It's the very best way to cum and Max takes very good care of me. After about a week I told Max, "I love what you do, but it's really not fair to you."

"It's more than fair," replied Max, "We both get what we truly want."

"But when do you cum?" I asked.

"Oh, I do that sometime later," Max said, "Whenever I get a chance."

"I'd like to change that," I said, "From now on I want you naked and jacking while you suck me."

"That won't ruin it for you?" Max asked.

"It will make it better for me," I said, "Knowing that my best friend is cumming too."

From that point on Max stripped down and jacked-off whenever he blew me. When he would cum he caught his load in his hand and licked it up – he sure loved cum! Sometimes he would cum first – then he would pause my blowjob while he licked up his cum. When I came first, I let him hold my cock in his mouth until he came.

That arrangement was pretty nice for both of us. In the beginning I kept my eyes closed and imagined a girl blowing me. But no girl sucks that well, so after a while I watched Max suck me. Sometimes he looked up and made eye contact. Neither of us looked away – this was a thoroughly shared and welcomed experience for both of us, with no reason for shame.

The more I watched Max suck, the more I wondered what it was like. At first it was just idle curiousity, but after a time it turned into desire. As I watched Max I imagined myself sucking, and that added to the excitement.

One day as we both stripped down, I felt especially bold and said, "Max, I'm curious about your cock."

"Well check it out if you like," said Max, "I want you to enjoy this as much as possible."

I reached out and took his hard cock in my hand and gently squeezed. It was really stiff, but still had some softness to it. This was so much different than holding my own cock. For the first time in my life I was holding another guy's cock, and I loved it. Max was breathing hard – I knew that I had him really aroused. I was aroused also and not thinking clearly. I leaned toward the cock and opened my mouth. As Max entered my mouth, I found the warmth of his cock even more arousing than the feel in my hand. I traced the contour of his cock with my tongue as Max moaned with delight. Suddenly he pulled back and said, "I can't do this to you Mike – you're straight."

"Yes, I'm straight, but I wanna suck you off!" I responded.

"You sure?" Max asked, "It just isn't like you – I value our friendship above all."

Max was right. What was I thinking? I'm no cocksucker.

"Thanks Max," I said, "You're the best!"

I settled onto the couch and let Max suck me off while he jacked of. Perhaps it was best to stick with what works well for us. After we both came, Max left and I reflected on what happened – and what almost happened. I came really close to giving Max a blowjob. I wanted to remain straight, but the desire to suck Max kept haunting me. I didn't know what to do about it.

The next day at school I conferred with Max. "I appreciate you stopping me yesterday," I said, "It would have been very easy to just let me continue. Clearly you were thinking more clearly than I was."

"Part of me wanted you to continue," Max responded, "You were doing it voluntarily, but I wasn't sure it was what you really wanted – I stopped before you did something you'd regret."

"I thought about it a lot after you left," I continued, "I appreciate your stopping me, but now that I've thought about it thoroughly, I've come to a decision – I want to suck you off."

"But you’re straight," protested Max.

"And I think I’ll remain straight," I assured Max, "I will still want girls, but I think I can suck you as well."

"Who knows?" responded Max, "It that's what you want, I'm game."

Throughout the rest of the school day my mind was on his cock. I loved his blowjobs, but just couldn't get the thought sucking him out of my mind. I hoped that I wasn't turning gay and hoped that I really could be a straight cocksucker. It was clear that I wanted it so badly I was going to become a cocksucker even if it meant being gay.

After school Max and I hurried to my house and stripped down. I wanted to be naked when I sucked him. We were both hard as soon as our clothes were off. I didn't even wait for Max to sit down on the couch. I grabbed his cock and dropped to my knees. I gave his hard cock a few strokes and wrapped my mouth around him. I put my hands on his ass cheeks the way I had seen done in blowjob porn and pulled him close to me.

I had to back off a bit when his cock head reached the back of my mouth and gagged me, but that was just a momentary inconvenience. I ran my tongue all around his cock, exploring every part of it. I wanted to make him cum but also wanted this to last – it was really tough to balance those two desires. I was eager to find out what cum tastes like. Girls told me it tasted horrible, but Max seemed to like it, and he should know.

It only took a few minutes before I felt his hard cock get even bigger, and then he blasted his load into my eager mouth. The taste was a complete surprise! Nothing I had ever tasted was anything like it – kind of a special treat reserved for those who knew how to milk a cock. It was very strong tasting, and I could see how some might not like it, but it was what I had been waiting for, and I was glad to finally have a mouthful of the manly stuff.

I wanted to swallow, but also wanted to keep tasting it, so I held his load in my mouth as Max pulled out and said, "Damn, you really got into that! Your turn now."

I sat on the couch and spread my legs. Max knelt between my legs and began to suck. I was very ready before he began and watched as he showed me how much he loved my cock. It didn't take long before I began to pump my load into his mouth. I swallowed and was glad to still have his manly after-taste in my mouth!

After that we sucked each other off every day. On weekends when my parents were home we had to discover private places where we could suck each other. Fortunately, we were both always horny and quick to cum so a few minutes of privacy was all we needed. We made a game of finding places where we could give quickie blowjobs and made a list that soon had dozens of places. We decided to try them all out one by one, and had great fun doing it.

We found some rooms at school that were rarely used and went there before school started. We were in different classes just after lunch but each day agreed upon a time to meet in a nearby boy's room. We would both ask to go to the bathroom at the same time. This particular one had stalls as you entered, with the urinals down at the end, out of sight from the doorway. We suck by the urinals and if we heard the door open we could quickly stand up and pretend to be taking a leak.

After school we would find private places outdoors to suck. So now we were both cumming three times a day, getting all the sex we wanted! I continued to date girls, and really loved to get their clothes off, but they were often a pain – very moody much of the time – and interested in things I didn't care about.

I would occasionally get lucky with one of them, but it seemed like a lot of time and work invested to get so little, when Max and I could get right to the important stuff without a lot of preliminaries.

We kept our relationship a secret, and I wondered how many other guys had special friendships like ours. Both Max and I got married, but still got together a couple of times a week. Our wives are good friends as well, so we visit often. During those visits we nearly always had an opportunity to slip off to the garage, back yard or basement for a quickie while the women were lost in their girl talk.

We happily discovered that women who are together a lot tend to synchronize their menstrual cycles, so they both had their periods at the same times. Max and I managed to get away every day of those weeks and took care of each other.

Like most married guys, our wives lost interest in sex long before we did, but we were there for each other. Our friendship has been a wonderful blessing that not only took care of our needs but kept our marriages healthy over the years. Those who would criticize a guy for sucking cock just don't understand!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)