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Hidden
by Aspiring Deviant (no address provided)
***
As two young men explore their desires for women they
uncover a hidden desire. At first it is repressed, but
eventually it becomes too much and they give in to
each other. Spanning from high school to their mid-
twenties this story covers the struggle and eventual
acceptance of their lust for cock. (MM, 1st-bi-expr,
reluc, oral)
***
This story begins in high school, like many do. My
best friend and I had a routine after school. We would
literally run the three-quarters mile back to my
parent’s house and head straight for my dad’s office.
We knew we had fifteen to thirty minutes of
unsupervised time on the computer before my parents
got home. His parents wouldn’t come to pick him up
until later. During that magical, short period of time
we did something every high school boy does. We looked
at porn. The only difference is that we did it
together.
Now both my buddy and I are tall. Even back then we
both cleared six foot. He ended up at 6’3’’ and I at
6’5’’. He’s more of your dark, trim, olive skinned
Italian looking type. His hair is almost black it’s so
dark. Although he claims he’s all German. Eh, potato-
potato. His body hair would certainly point to one of
the hairier ethnicities. I was always jealous because
he had leg hair, armpit hair, chest hair, facial hair,
and pretty much everything all before me.
At that point it was safe to say he was much more
developed into his body than me. While tall, I was
gawky and awkward, not yet as lean and in control. I
have a very mixed Caucasian heritage and ended up fair
skinned with brown hair, brown eyes, and very little
body hair. While his allure with the women lay in his
hyper-masculine appearance mine was more in boyish
charm. Aside from my broad shoulders, and later my
musculature, I’ve always looked young.
That fateful day my friend and I sat in my father’s
office basement on a hot spring day and enjoyed the
cool air from the air conditioning while our loins
burned. We started to watch pornography as we had a
hundred times. Neither of us whipped it out and
stroked in front of the other, but bulges were
apparent and a stray hand would rub through shorts
once in a while. We never touched each other though.
On this particular day we took a break on the porn to
chat with girls our age. The naughty intentions were
still there of course. Eventually someone suggested
that we blow each other if we were so horny. I can’t
remember if it was a guy or a girl who said it, but
the idea struck something in me. My friend ignored the
comment. We ended up back on normal pornography after
the girl hunt failed and watched some young woman blow
a dude.
To this day I can’t recall where the courage to utter
the words I spoke came from, but I know where it was
rooted. Chat had planted a seed, but the ground was
already fertile. I figured out pretty early on that I
am bisexual, though I fought it off and on until
recently. I love every inch of a woman. Every curve,
every crevice, every luscious inch of a woman drives
me crazy, but seeing cock gets me excited too. I’ve
never had any interest in any anal play whatsoever. It
turns me off. Nor am I attracted to the body or face
of a man, but a penis is a different story. Something
about a man’s genitals, soft or throbbing hard,
excites me.
My friend commented on how “this is so hot” in
reference to the blowjob we were watching. I knew I
could trust my friend with anything and was completely
comfortable with him, and I was horny as all get out,
but the words I spoke seemed surreal as they passed my
lips: “I know. It’s so hot I’d blow YOU!”
With a thrill and utmost terror all at the same time I
thought I could see the words float over to him. For a
split second that seemed like eternity there was
silence. He stared at me stupefied. Then he played it
off like any heterosexual high school guy would.
“Dude!” He said with a grimace. “Why would you say
that?”
I sat there, ashamed, not really sure of the answer
myself. Had I seen something in his eye though? Some
glimmer of recognition and longing? A kindred spirit?
Before I could decipher he had snapped back into a
protective, almost homophobic rhetorical question.
I shrugged and said, “I dunno. This is really fucking
good though,” nodding to the porn.
Without another word we returned to watching the
blowjob until we heard my father pull in the garage.
Then we quickly flipped off the computer and turned on
the TV. We didn’t speak a single word about the
incident. I was terrified I would scare away my best
friend, but he seemed unfazed as if nothing had
happened.
A couple of weeks passed and I all but forgot about my
homosexual whim. My friend invited me to spend the
night and I arrived on schedule, ready to play video
games and shoot hoops. We started with basketball and
then went to the basement for some Goldeneye on his
64. I swear that was one of the best games of my
youth. Anyway, we played late in to the evening until
his mother imposed a time limit. His parents were very
strict. I showered first before bed and took the time
to beat off while I was in there.
My friend had an attic bedroom and futon to boot.
Elevated away at the farthest corner from his parent’s
bedroom and completely across from his sister’s it was
the ideal cave for a young man to hide from parents
and maintain privacy. I threw on a pair of basketball
shorts and stretched out on the futon for the night
and watched as my friend disappeared into the light
downstairs to take his shower.
Alone, in a dark room, already in bed I started to
drift. It only seemed like three or four minutes
before my friend reappeared. My friend liked to fall
asleep to music so he turned on his radio to some
random pop until his mother came upstairs to check on
us and then left for the night. Through the cracked
door I watched as her shadow disappeared down those
stairs. As soon as she was gone my friend switched the
music. He was into some Eminem at that point. A burned
CD with several albums he had smuggled by his parents
began to belch words softly.
I always thought it odd to fall asleep to angry rap
softly played on a stereo, but for him is was
therapeutic. I imagine he drifted in to dreams of
rebellion against his parents while Marshall Mathers
whispered in his ear. The irony of that music wouldn’t
hit me until years later. A homophobe rapping in the
background while two young men have their first sexual
encounter, how much more ironic does it get?
I had much more difficulty falling asleep with music
so I lay there with my hands behind my head and tried
to find sleep. My mind remained active as lyrics
spewed though so I was wide awake in the dark. Late in
the evening, when I was sure he was asleep and I
hadn’t heard his bed squeak under his shifting weight
in twenty minutes, he suddenly spoke to me. The night
was calm and deep. Only the crickets and two young men
were awake.
“Are you awake?” He asked quietly, his voice more
timid than its usual confident bravado.
“Yeah.”
“I want to try it.”
Those five words, meaningless without context, were so
simple and vague they meant nothing to me at first. I
remained silent and in thought for several seconds. He
probably thought I was asleep after all. Then it
occurred to me what he was talking about. It couldn’t
be I convinced myself. There was no way he would want
to try that. He had to be talking about something
else.
I had to be sure. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“What you said you wanted to do before,” he continued
with a waiver in his voice “I want to know what it
feels like too.”
My heart sped off like a sprint car and hammered
against my throat so hard I swore it was going to
suffocate me. I started shaking I was so excited and
nervous at the same time. Our whispers in the dark
were like thunder in my ears.
“Ok.” I replied. I had instigated in the beginning,
but now he was in charge and I was dumbfounded.
“We can do it to each other so we both get to feel.
And we don’t have to go all the way,” he was talking
about climax, “and no kissing. We’re not gay. We just
want to see how it feels.”
I didn’t care if I was straight, gay, or a goddamn
dinosaur. I was about to have oral sex.
“That sounds good. We should get a towel though. You
know. I don’t want the stuff in my mouth if it
happens.” I contributed something useful to the
conversation.
“Ok.” He replied.
We waited a few more minutes to make sure no one was
awake before we moved. Those minutes were agonizing. I
shook and trembled in the futon I was so excited and
nervous. I was scared and thrilled. My body was
confused. Eventually he climbed down from his elevated
bed and stepped into the hallway to grab his towel
from the hamper. When he returned he shut the bedroom
door completely behind him.
He set the towel down and turned on a small desk light
so we could see what we were doing. It was still very
dark, but I remember his cock like I had studied it in
daylight. We sat side by side on the futon for a
minute and waited. I suppose it was last chance to
back out for both of us. Neither of us wavered.
He was first to expose himself. His cock stood up so
hard and hot it was as if he had stroked it up in the
shower and then kept from unloading just for me. Too
much time had passed though. This was a fresh hard-on
and it really was just for me. He was solid as a rock
for me. His penis was a little thicker than mine and
the head swelled slightly larger, but we were about
the same. I was about a half inch longer at full mast,
but he had more girth and his penis curved upward
gently. It was as if his erection was so intense it
was turning his penis up.
I got down between his spread legs and imitated the
porn I had seen as best as I could. I slid my tongue
just underneath the head and tasted his cock. It was
musky and a little salty with a hint of ivory soap and
I fucking loved it. I hungrily wrapped my lips around
his whole head and plunged it into my hot, wet mouth.
With my hand first on his balls and then slowly
stroking his shaft I sucked the head and slid my
tongue all around it.
I heard him moan softly when I first took the head of
his cock in my mouth and teased it. Moving my hand
back to play with his balls I took as much of his cock
as I could. It surprised me how deep on his shaft I
got. I never really had much of a gag reflex. I bobbed
my head up and down and then pulled it out of my mouth
and slowly licked from the base of his shaft all the
way to the head. I repeated this procedure a number of
times and when he grew close to orgasm he stopped me.
“I want to try you.” He said in a husky, almost
panting voice.
I obeyed and sat in a position similar to his. Because
I was so nervous I did not have as intense of an
erection as him right away, but when I felt his hot
breath my cock jumped immediately. His mouth was the
hottest I’ve ever been in. I’ve been blown by a number
of girls and only one had a mouth as hot as his. He
licked and sucked and repeated everything I did to
him. I was glad I had done so well because he was
returning the favor. He didn’t go as deep as I did,
but he sucked the head good and licked every inch of
my cock.
I started to near orgasm and was about to tell him I
needed the towel when he stopped on his own. I had let
out an “Ohhhhh” that I think threw him. He seemed to
snap back to reality and quickly got to his feet and
zipped up. Neither one of us had actually climaxed,
but he was done. I could almost see the shame on his
face even in the dark. Clearly receiving had been more
enjoyable for him than giving.
I decided not to press the issue and, my erection
deflated by embarrassment and his by shame, stretched
out on the futon while he propped the door back open,
so no alarms would be raised in the morning when his
parents woke us, and climbed back up into his bed.
Once again we didn’t talk. We slipped silently to
sleep without another word. In the morning we awoke
before his parents and I tried to bring up what
happened, but he gave me a vague response and made it
clear he was going to try and forget.
It wouldn’t be until many years later that our special
bond reappeared with fervor.
*
Time passed and as it often does to friends it pushed
us apart. After high school we pursued different
collegiate paths and went several years with almost no
communication. Then, after he got married and invited
me to the wedding, we started hanging out again. I
enjoyed spending time with him and his wife, because
they were cool as shit.
I would go over there and drink and play video games
with him like old times and his wife would play games
too. We had a lot of fun at that apartment. They fed
me really damn good too. It was at that time that we
really started to re-strengthen our friendship. We
were always friends, but it had gotten hazy for a
while. He and his wife were very open with sexual
conversation and jokes and I loved that freedom. I
didn’t have anyone else I could be so openly sexual
with.
It wasn’t until I met my fiancé though that things
really started to heat up. After she had won me over
and I started introducing her to my friends it was
only natural for couples to start hanging out. Once
again we drank, played games, and had shit loads of
fun. They were still sexually stimulating as well.
They would have many a raunchy conversation with us
and there was much joking about nudity within the
group and other sexual activity. They even took us to
the sex shop to buy porn and adult games with them
which we later watched and played!
Nobody really got naked and nothing actually happened
though. It seemed the fun would end there. I was
disheartened, but it was still exciting. Then I began
to worry about my little secret with my friend. Did he
tell his wife? Was that something I was supposed to
share with my soon to be wife? It seemed it would slip
out one of those nights and everything would grind to
a halt. I was unsure and that led to fear. What if my
fiancé was repulsed and left me?
For the first time since what happened I actually
talked to my buddy about it. He had told his wife and
she was okay with what had happened. Our exploring
didn’t faze her in the least. Encouraged by my friend,
and also a little excited, I told my fiancé and she
took it in stride. She was completely cool with it.
Society was certainly much more progressive than I
thought!
With the weight of guilt, shame, and embarrassment off
my shoulders that night years ago swirled around my
thoughts uninhibited. It wasn’t long before I was
extremely excited at the thought of sucking dick
again. My friend and I, more open than ever thanks to
our spouses, continued to talk about sexual stuff.
Eventually I veered the conversations to hypothetical
situations and halfway sincere jokes. The sex talks
about our spouses and ourselves grew more intense and
our fantasies spiraled. I shared other secrets with
him I had never shared with anyone. Finally I came out
and told him I was pretty much bisexual and still
thought about sucking his dick.
No more was the ashamed guy I remembered. He wasn’t
bashful about it at all. He was flattered and honest
about how getting a blowjob from me still excited him.
Knowing he wouldn’t get me in trouble and at worst
would say no I asked him if I could do it again. The
main resistance, on both ends, was that we didn’t want
to cheat on our spouses. It wasn’t long until a time
came when we were both too horned up to stop it.
Madden Night we’ll call it. Nothing says guys night
like football and head right?
The previous evening we got pretty hot and heavy in
our sexual conversation and I asked if I could come
over the following evening while his wife was at work.
The connotation was clear. At first the answer was no.
Then as morning arrived and the day progressed he
became receptive. Finally he invited me over.
Of course, we didn’t jump straight to business. Both
of us were nervous and not sure if we were really
going to do it again. So to break in to the evening I
suggested we play a game. Before long Madden was in
the 360 and our minds were put at ease. We were just
hanging out like any other time, having intense
competition the way we always did. I won the first
game, but he disgruntledly accepted a second game. By
half time I was pretty far ahead and I could see he
was done and frankly, upset about losing. We’re
usually pretty evenly matched.
I, the great friend that I am, offered to make him
feel better over half time. Our eyes locked and time
slowed once more. I had initiated the whole thing all
over again. This time he said yes.
He locked the front door, drew the blinds, and then
turned to me and asked, “How do you want me for this?”
I told him, “Just pull down your pants and sit on the
couch. I’ll do the rest.”
My heart skipped a beat as he dropped trough right
there and I saw his cock for the first time in years.
It popped over his pants as they fell and was already
hard as stone. It seemed he never had problems with
slow erections. Later he would tell me he has at least
a semi-chub almost all the time. I sat back on the
couch and I watched as his penis first descended into
itself as he sat and then poked up higher and prouder
than before as he leveled out in his seat.
I couldn’t wait a second longer. I dropped to my
knees, between his legs once more, and grabbed his
cock virtually pulling him in to my mouth. I sucked
hard and stroked his shaft while his head enjoyed the
heat of my mouth. I wiggled my tongue on his sensitive
underside and then pulled his dick out of my mouth and
licked him from his balls to the tip of his cock.
Using my hand to play with his balls I started to bob
my head up and down, my saliva lubricating his
throbbing member. As I went deeper I could feel the
top of his cock grinding against the roof of my mouth,
his curve pointing it ever upward. Finally I forced it
back in my throat and deep throated him to the base.
I took all seven inches of him down my throat and my
lips met his pelvic area. I tried to slide my tongue
out on the underside to provide him more sensation,
but my mouth was too full. I pulled off for air and
then stroked his cock while I licked his balls. I took
them in my mouth one at a time and sucked, gently
massaging each of them with my tongue. I licked and
sucked and deep-throated over and over again. My mind
was on nothing, but the bulging cock in my mouth.
Perhaps it was because I was so single minded, as I’m
sure he was at that point, that neither of us had
considered the orgasm or what to do with the resulting
fluid. When he groaned that he was going to come I
simply battened down and sucked his cock harder,
acceptant of what I had wrought. With another moan I
felt him shoot his hot load into my mouth, pump after
pump. His come gushed out in an intense orgasm and
when he was done I swallowed.
I hadn’t planned on swallowing. It was simply a
natural reaction to swallow when your mouth was full
of fluid. His come was hot, salty, and thin. I assume
he had masturbated earlier in the day. I, on the other
hand, hadn’t enjoyed release.
He pulled his pants up and stood in silence for
several seconds as I adjusted and then pulled my own
member out. Looking at his face I could tell he lost
all his excitement and willingness with that load.
“I don’t think I can suck you man. I’m not ready for
that.”
“It’s ok. I understand.” I continued to work my
flaccid penis in my hand. “Can I have a towel? I’ll
just work one out into it.”
And so, while he watched from his recliner, I sat on
the couch in the same spot he had and masturbated.
Aroused by having an audience I grew hard pretty quick
and while I never achieved a full boner I did reach
orgasm before long. I shot round after round of my
thick, sticky come into the towel until my balls were
empty.
The deed done we both cleaned up and returned to our
video game, perhaps trying to regain some sense of
normalcy. I’m not going to lie though, the rest of the
night was awkward. We finished our game of Madden and
maybe played one more. I’m not sure. My mind was
blurry with a blizzard of confused emotions. I do
remember that when I left I told him I would do it
again and he simply laughed.
After we went our separate ways and that night
progressed we both felt guilty and ashamed all over
again. I had to put on a fake smile for my fiancé when
I got home and pretend like we had a great video game
night. I even kissed her with that mouth. His semen
felt like it had condensed into a ball in my stomach
and that ball burned. My throat and stomach tingled
with a fire of remorse. Later I actually vomited
several times in an effort to purge myself. My fiancé
simply thought I was sick. The truth of the matter, I
suppose, is that I am sick. But we’re all fucked up
aren’t we? The story doesn’t end there though.
*
Weeks passed in that awkward state, but time was up to
its old tricks again. Time changes everything.
Eventually our normal conversations resumed and we
started talking about sexual stuff again. Before long
we were right back where we started. Guilt and shame
had disappeared once more. In their place stood lust
and raw sexual appetite. My friend became even more
adventuresome than before and began to talk about
blowing me.
We discussed 69, mutual masturbation, or even just
jerking to porn together, but no matter what we always
ended up focused on wanting to suck cock. Even he had
been swayed by the tidal wave of hormones and really
wanted to suck my dick this time.
Yet again we plunged into temptation and arranged a
time to have some fun. It was another early evening
visit to his home while the wife was gone. We didn’t
waste as much time with normalcy on this particular go
around. I sat in his recliner, he on his couch, and we
quietly watched TV for only a few minutes. I suppose
we were each mentally preparing ourselves and choosing
our moves carefully.
I fired up his laptop and found an erotic story I had
written and posted online that I wanted to share with
him. It was even more taboo than our situation and I
knew he got off on the intense stuff just like me. I
watched him silently read the story. His eyes flicked
back and forth across the screen. Given his level of
concentration I knew he was thoroughly enjoying it.
Sure enough, as soon as he had finished he informed me
how hot it was and promptly pulled up porn for us to
watch.
We settled on the floor together, our backs against
the couch and the laptop in front of us. As two
beautiful lesbian women kissed and licked and sucked
and caressed each other’s lips, breasts, and pussies
we both grew hard. My friend made the first move and
unzipped his pants, revealing, as usual, a mostly hard
cock already. I followed suit and pulled myself out, a
little more work to be done before I was hard. I
watched one of the women go all in and hungrily devour
the other woman’s pussy.
As the intensifying show excited me my friend took
notice. He grabbed my cock and started stroking it for
me. I followed his lead and reached my arm under his
to stroke his thick cock. The meatiness of his dick
still excites me every time I think about it. I
watched my slightly thinner penis grow longer in his
bouncing hand while I vigorously pumped his dick.
Then, without warning he leaned over and lowered his
mouth around my cock.
I about exploded then and there. His mouth, as I had
remembered it being, was one of the hottest ever
wrapped around my cock. It was a sauna for my dick.
The heat and moisture was mind blowing as I felt his
tongue slide around my head. He hungrily bobbed his
own head up and down without reservation. The cock
fiend in him had been freed just as it had in me.
Perhaps, since it was our third time, he had finally
reached a certain level of comfort and acceptance with
the situation. Either way it felt great and I didn’t
last long.
Between my fiancé not being big on giving blowjobs,
thus it had been a while, and the general excitement
from the taboo of the moment I blew in mere seconds. I
gave him warning, but still he kept his head down and
remained latched on to my cock. So I came in his
mouth. I felt myself pump jet after jet into his
throat and watched in amazement as he swallowed
without hesitation.
When I was finished he sat back down and resumed
stroking is absolutely throbbing cock. I put myself
away and immediately went to return the favor. Just as
I had twice before, I sucked his dick. The angle was
different and I was unable to go as deep. His balls
remained tucked away under his boxers as well and, to
be honest, that disappointed me a little because I
wanted to suck and lick them again too. I pressed on
and instead focused on slurping and sucking his head
while I pumped his shaft up and down fast.
He lasted much longer than I did, but finally
succumbed just as my knees and back were starting to
hurt. I accepted his hot load in my mouth and held it
there for several seconds. I didn’t want to swallow
this time. The feeling from before still burned in my
mind. I instead went to the bathroom and spit his
swimmers out in the sink.
As was routine we cleaned up silently and went back to
normalcy. This time we played some hunting game on the
Wii. Masculine eh?
The guilt and shame arrived on schedule, but were
shorter lived. At first I told him no more. Somehow
the roles had been reversed and I was the one trying
to end our games. We couldn’t cheat on our women
anymore. Time, however, continued with its same old
tricks. In less time than before we were back to
wanting to blow each other.
We have since come to terms with our desires and have
given up the fight. Instead we have agreed that it is
better to get each other off than to go unsatisfied
and risk cheating with other women. Our spouses don’t
know and we don’t plan on telling them because they
still may find what we’re doing unforgivable and just
as bad as normal cheating.
That’s not to say we’ve given up on getting them to do
naughty things with us. Our couple’s nights go on and
we continue to push the boundaries with sexual
conversation, jokes, and nudity. My friend recently
got an above ground pool and we got the girls
comfortable enough to allow him and myself to swim
naked at night with them, though they have yet to
strip down themselves. I’d still say it’s a step in
the right direction.
As of this writing my friend and I are tossing around
the idea of a special fishing trip where we find a
nice private area to fish and suck for an entire
weekend. It was with his blessing that I wrote this
story. I have high hopes that with our new found
acceptance of ourselves we can continue on as best
friends without shame and guilt. After all those years
it seems we have finally come to terms with what we
are and with any luck we will have struck a balance
between the women we truly love with all our hearts
and the desires that undeniably compel us.
END
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