This isn't strictly a "gay" story. It has a straight guy, a gay guy, and a straight girl who all learn something fun about themselves. It's meant to be harmless and enjoyable. Please let me know what you thought by either voting or leaving a comment, or both! Thank you and enjoy!
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My name is Kelly Parker and I have been a friend of Greg Baxter's for years.
We started out working together and became fast friends. I was so attracted to him at first; he is a living statue. Picture in your mind the perfect male specimen and you are now looking at an image of Greg—he is that breathtaking. Greg and I go together perfectly, we enjoy so many of the same things it is almost frightening.
I have not had a great amount of success with men in my life. I tend to attract the jerky, neglective type. Some have told me it is because my father wasn't present in my childhood and although that kind of makes sense I'm still not so sure if I believe it.
When I met Greg I thought he was the one. I fell deeply in . . . let's call it lust with him for quite awhile. I spent many a lonely night staring up at the blank ceiling and imagining Greg filling that empty space looking into me with those piercing eyes.
I started feeling self-conscious thinking he didn't like me in that way because most guys try to jump me right off the bat, but Greg was always a gentleman. I'm not the hottest chick in the world, but I'm doing pretty well for myself if I do say so. So I couldn't figure out why he wasn't trying to bang me, then the obvious answer eventually sunk in—Greg was gay.
And no, I'm not that conceded, he really is gay; he told me!
I was so disappointed at first, because his body . . . I mean . . . seriously, he is perfection; his skin, those eyes, that build, YIKES! One time we went swimming and when he got out of the pool his trunks clung to his body so tightly that I saw the outline of his package—holy shit, my boy was packing! I couldn't believe I was to be deprived of that. But I digress.
Once I overcame my sorrows, I decided Greg was still the perfect boy for me. He was everything I wanted in a guy, but without all the uncomfortable baggage of sex. On the other hand, the sex would have been mind-blowing, at least in my own imagination. During our friendship Greg had a few boyfriends, but they never seemed to last. He had a very similar problem as I did; I guess gay guys can attract dicks too—well, you know what I mean!
Our story begins with the latest new hire at our job. His name was Mark (still is, actually!). He didn't strike me as anything at first, just a nice guy, cute, polite, quiet.
Nothing special.
That all changed one day when Mark and I were working together in close quarters. I said something goofy and Mark made a comment about it that made me laugh. Now a thing about me, when I laugh—I LAUGH. If something strikes me funny I let it all out. When I started laughing at Mark's comment his eyes lit up and an enormous grin spread across his face and he continued saying funny things in order to make me carry on laughing harder and harder. Then I started to make him laugh and before you know it the two of us just laughed like crazy people for the rest of the day. I've never known a guy to laugh like Mark. He is unafraid to really let it go and laugh like an idiot. I find that so attractive in a guy and too few of them are like that. It was in that moment that I realized just how cute Mark really was. He had me laughing so hard that I felt that special tickle inside. You know the one I mean? That special tickle a woman feels that tells her maybe this guy is more than she originally thought.
After that day I started to look forward to my days working with Mark. I also started to notice just how cute he really was. Funny how that happens, a guy doesn't seem that great until you get to see what he is really like on the inside and suddenly he's gorgeous! And don't get me wrong, Mark is very attractive, like Greg, he has penetrating eyes, a really nice body (from what I could tell in our work clothes), great hair, and a nice ass!
All that stuff intensified once I saw what a great person he was.
The first day Greg, Mark and I were all scheduled to work together I was a little apprehensive. I shouldn't have been, but I worried what would happen if Mark didn't like Greg, or if Greg didn't get along with Mark; these are the kinds of things I worry about.
Well that was a waste of time; the two of them got along fine and before you knew it we were all joking around and laughing hysterically together. Mark and Greg became friends very quickly and before I knew it I had two great guys in my life.
The only big difference was that Mark was not gay. On several occasions I caught him checking me out and when he looked me in the eye he was really looking at me. He was seeing me for who I am warts and all (figuratively speaking, of course!)
I talked to Greg about my growing feelings for Mark and he approved. He told me that he was sorry to hear that Mark was straight and I was somewhat shocked to learn that Greg had a thing for Mark!
Somehow that made Mark even more attractive to me. Greg's approval wasn't easy to come by as far as guys go, so an approval by him meant Mark must be pretty special. For once, I started to think that maybe I found a good one!
We worked together often and when we weren't at work Mark, Greg and I would hang out. We had a lot of fun doing all kinds of things I never imagined doing; we would go hiking, kayaking, movies, wine tasting, travelling, you name it!
Like I said, I usually pick losers so for me dates mostly consisted of hanging out watching guys play video games, going to sports bars, or some other horribly dull thing. In retrospect, I don't know why I put up with those guys, but for some reason I just didn't have the respect for myself that I should have had. Having friends like Mark and Greg has really opened my eyes to my own self-worth and I'm a little ashamed now of how I let myself be treated in the past.
Anyway, all of that has led to this so here we go!
One night at my apartment we were talking and having a few drinks—possibly more than a few now that I think about it.
Another great thing about these guys is that they talk. We have conversations like you wouldn't believe. Any topic at all is on the table and we always have great, in-depth discussions and I love it.
Guys that talk—imagine that!
We were discussing something, I don't remember what, when Greg made a statement that changed our group dynamic forever.
And that statement was:
"Well everyone is a little gay."
Silence.
"I'm not!" Mark said.
"Oh come on, Mark. You've never had a gay thought, or dream, or fantasy? I find that hard to believe." Greg said.
"I don't remember ever having had one." Mark looked at me, "Have you?"
"Maybe a little. Well, yeah, okay I kissed a girl once or twice if I'm being perfectly honest"
Mark moved in closer, "Well that isn't gay that's wonderful!"
"Oh here we go!" I said.
"And the straight guy wants to hear all about the lesbian story, but refuses to admit his own homosexual desires! What a shock!" Greg taunted him.
"What homosexual desires? If I were gay or wanted to so something gay I'd admit it. I'm comfortable with who I am." Mark protested.
"In twenty-eight years you never once thought, 'Hmm, I wonder what a cock feels like' that never occurred to you?" Greg asked.
"I know what a cock feels like, I play with one every night!" Mark laughed.
"So you don't think everyone is a little gay?" I asked him.
"Nope. Sorry."
"All right." Greg was obviously not buying it.
Mark looked at Greg "Have you ever had a straight fantasy?"
"Sure."
"About who?" Mark asked, "Kelly?"
Greg blushed slightly and looked at me, "Well, yeah."
Apparently it was my turn to blush because my face grew very warm.
"What was the fantasy?" Mark pushed on while studying the two of us intently.
