The following is a true story.
I'm getting married in 3 months to a beautiful girl, who I love very dearly. To be honest, I have never even considered cheating, because other women simply don't interest me or attract me as much as my fiancé, who has a pretty much perfect, feminine body. Nevertheless, something had been weighing on my mind for awhile, and that was a debt I had incurred almost 5 years ago - a sexual debt.
Let me explain. Back when I was single and in my early twenties, I was going through a bit of a dry spell. One night, I ended up in a sleeping bag on the carpet of my friend's house, after a night of drinking, smoking and lounging in his hot tub. Another close friend, Tom, had ended up in the same position, sleeping on the floor. I was texting a girl who I wanted to sleep with, and for some reason I ended up talking to Tom about her, and from there I can only guess that the conversation then extended to my dry spell.
Let me be clear. At that point, I was completely certain in my straightness. Guys never appealed to me, and honestly I could never imagine getting intimate with one. Tom was the epitome of a straight guy as well - always making sort of weird, mildly to explicitly sexual remarks about women, and discussing his favourite porn stars openly. Kind of the prototypical bro sorting himself out in his twenties. For the sake of realism: he wasn't any kind of Adonis either. He wasn't unattractive, but at that time, he was a little chubby, had a somewhat round, bearded face, no discernible haircut, and eyes that seemed to press on you uncomfortably.
That was why it was so strange, when suddenly — my alcohol-clouded memory is a little foggy — Tom was cuddling me, and then our mouths turned toward each other, and we were kissing. This moment still stuns me. I thought kissing a man would be so much different than kissing a woman, but the similarity of the experience blew my straight brain. Kissing Tom felt just as romantic, as sexual, as delicious as kissing a girl. He cradled me in a way that I think still haunts me, his larger body encompassing mine and making me feel protected and wanted in a way completely different from encounters with the opposite sex.
If that moment was surprisingly romantic, the next moments were something even beyond porn. These haunt my straight brain just as much to be honest. I'd always heard all the clichés about guys giving better blowjobs, but I certainly wasn't expecting what came next from my socially awkward and sexually inexperienced friend.
He ate my ass. Like really ate it. His tongue dug out and felt up parts of me that nobody, not even myself, knew existed. He slathered my balls in spit, drawing so much sensation from them that I almost came just from the stimulation. And when it came to my cock, he knew I didn't want any of that normal girl bullshit of a lazy hand moving drily up and down, and a mouth dutifully bobbing on the head of my cock. He used no hands, just throat, gagging a little, but still working hard to push my cock as far into his throat as he could. At one point, I was sitting on his face, my asshole spread, his tongue fucking me, and my balls and cock splayed across his forehead. There were so many sensations going through me both physically and mentally: feelings of vulnerability with my legs spread and my most secretive and inexperienced sexual part widely available to his eager mouth, coupled with the feelings of intense pleasure this newfound vulnerability was granting. How quickly a friendship can progress!
Of course I came excessively into his mouth at the end of it, and he swallowed it, no questions asked, though some of the abundance of cum that I had squirted slipped messily down both sides of his mouth. Feeling like a completely different person, I licked the cum from his face, and we kissed again, sharing my taste between us. I remember it was an incredibly intimate feeling.
