"So Brad, how's it going with Julie?" I asked.
I hadn't seen Brad in a couple months and was in town for our yearly college homecoming. He and I had been roommates all through school and only got to see each other on special occasions since I moved a couple of hours away after college.
The festivities were in full swing and the bar we were in was packed with former classmates and friends. I had to lean close to Brad so he could hear me over the music and drone of conversation all around.
"Well, Todd it's like this. Ever since her sister's wedding she's been like this sex maniac or something. It's been great."
"So you've been getting it a lot?" I said.
"Not just that. You remember how she was proper and all?"
I nodded.
"Well, she's been...I don't know. Kinkier." Brad looked around as if fearing his voice was too loud.
"Kinky? Julie?"
Brad looked around. I knew he was making sure his girlfriend for the past six months wasn't close by. He then leaned to speak into my ear.
"After her sister's wedding, she started wanting me to fuck her in the ass. You know, weddings will do stuff like that to women."
While Brad was speaking into my ear so I would be the only one privy to his girlfriend's new found desires, I spotted Julie across the room over Brad's shoulder. She was gorgeous for sure. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes and wearing a tight fitting black dress that accentuated her lustful curves.
I could definitely see why Brad liked her. But he had confided in me at the aforementioned wedding, in which we all attended a couple months earlier; that he was already getting bored. She was from a wealthy, influential family and he was afraid to push his natural kinky tendencies with her out of fear she would dump him. So he was content with missionary sex just to be in bed with this beauty.
As he revealed his newfound anal joys, Julie saw me talking to Brad. She put her finger to her lips. It was then that I knew.
You see, the wedding was the first time we had all gotten together in months. Julie hadn't been dating Brad for long and I was in between girlfriends. So it was great to be back in town to see everyone. Especially, Brad.
Brad & I had become close in college; real close, in fact. It had started innocently enough. We shared girl conquests and porn magazines at first. Soon we got horny one night and started jacking off together. One thing led to another and before long we had engaged in oral sex with each other a few times.
I know, you're thinking we were suppressing homosexual tendencies; fine. Whatever it was, we only sucked each other's dick three or four times all through college and didn't talk about it much after that. The first time was on a dare, the second and third we were half drunk and the last time we decided was for old times sake before graduation since we hadn't had sex with any males but each other and figured it was our last chance. One of those wild college experimentations, I guess you'd call it.
And it was our last experimentation. It was not until a year after college that Brad and I finally got the nerve to confess to each other that we had wished we had explored this side of our sexuality more. But it seemed we never found the opportunity to finish what we had started in college.
A few quick sucks between two horny guys in a dorm room didn't amount to the kind of sex I had started fantasying about. And Brad had dropped enough hints over the next year that I knew he had fantasized about it too. So we just fantasized about what could have been.
Fantasized until that weekend of the wedding, of course.
Brad had invited me to stop by his apartment when I got in town. I did and when he came to the door he was wearing just his tight white underwear. Nothing sexual intended, I just arrived earlier than he thought and he was shaving after a morning shower.
He thought nothing of it as he let me in the door and I guess I didn't either until he turned to walk back to the bathroom to finish shaving. Suddenly, I found myself staring at his tight muscular ass in those snug fitting jockey shorts.
I followed him to the bathroom and he finished shaving as we talked. I ran a fitness center in a nearby city so I had to stay in shape but Brad almost put me to shame.
His abdomen was ripped. His thighs and ass were firm. His biceps bulged. When we fooled around in college it was just that; fooling around. Maybe it was all the fantasizing about finishing what we did in college, but suddenly I was getting an erection drinking in Brad's masculinity.
Brad leaned over the sink and finished shaving as I stood at the bathroom door to talk. I don't know if it was because I was bi-sexual, had gay tendencies, was horny having just broken up with my girlfriend or just the excitement that we might finally be in the right place at the right time to fulfill our fantasy of many years but suddenly I wanted to fuck that masculine figure. But I didn't quite know how to work up to it.
"So where's Julie? I thought she stayed here a lot." I said.
"She's gone to work. In fact, she just left." He was finishing up shaving.
"She is gorgeous. You're one lucky guy Brad."
Brad washed his face and started putting aftershave on and primping over his hair. "I don't know Todd. She's kind of straight laced, you know."
"But she's drop dead gorgeous."
"Yea, but it took a while to get her in bed and being from an up scale family, I think she has some pre-conceived notions of what sex can be about."
"You mean she won't suck your dick or hang from the chandelier."
"She just seems to be holding back. We fuck but not much different than past girlfriends."
"Have you told her you're a kinky dude? You like, chandelier swinging, dick sucking action?"
"Well, no."
"Then how do you know she's not your dream girl?"
"Come on Todd. She's from this ritzy family. You don't just start fucking a girl like that in the ass and telling her you want to be tied up."
"Afraid you'll scare her off?"
