Gay for Moments Straight for Life

Chapter 5 found Josh and Brian getting closer than they ever thought they would. In Chapter 6, Brian finds himself sharing more than just a jerk off session with his best bud.

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After an arduous day at the office, I shuffled off to the grocery store for frozen food. Exhausted, I had no intention of doing much of anything tonight. And although Josh was staying with me, I hoped he'd had plans with the fan he mentioned.

Somewhat of a nude cam star, Josh somehow reeled me in to show business. I couldn't get the images out of my head. We jacked each other off. He licked my cock. He swallowed my cum. Sure, he owed me for the time I swallowed his cum when we were 18. But my ideal friendship with another straight dude doesn't entail mutual masturbation and cum eating in front of a thousand people. He seemed unaffected by it. And I can't stop worrying that I've turned some left corner towards eternal gayness.

From my parked car I looked up at my apartment window and shook off my doubts. I grabbed the groceries and walked up the stairs. I reminded myself that last night was okay. It was just a one-time thing. Josh is an openly honest guy. He's not gay. He couldn't be. If he was gay for doing what he did last night, then I would most certainly have to be gay for having a dude suck my cock and eat my ass for months running.

I inserted the key into the lock and turned, shifted the grocery bag from one hand to the other to turn the knob. Josh has that effect on people, I thought. He can get anyone to do whatever he wants. His unadulterated excitement over things is impossible to say no to, even if it means you've ended up with your hand around his enormous cock and don't hate it.

I opened the door. I froze. The grocery bag dropped.

"Oh my fucking god. You faggot slut. You're amazing," Josh growled through gritted teeth.

Josh was shirtless. He was pantsless as well, but I couldn't see his enormous cock. I couldn't see his enormous cock because it was buried all the way down Mark's throat.

"What the fuck?" I murmured, unsure how I felt. A pang of jealousy hit my stomach, but my cock jerked at the sight. Mark was completely nude, on his knees, between which his long cock point up and out. I saw half of Mark's face beyond Josh's thigh. His eye was bloodshot, his cheek covered in tears, his jaw was unhinged. Josh's cock was so thick Mark's pink lips looked like they could rip.

Josh pulled his saliva-drenched cock out of Mark's throat. Ropes of spit hung from Mark's face, now in full view. He smiled. His elastic mouth bore a huge grin.

"Sorry, man. I guess this is your slut," Josh heaved with an emphasis on your. Mark remained on his knees and rubbed his cock while the two straight men whose dicks he'd had in his mouth talked.

"Yeah, no, I mean, he's a friend of mine," I stammered.

Josh's devilish grin and brow turned downward in a sudden moment of remorse.

"Well of course he is," Josh apologetically agreed. He was nude with a raging, but remorseful erection. "Mark was the fan who wanted to meet up and hang out with me. I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to weird you out."

I looked at Mark. In addition to his own, he started jacking off Josh's cock while Josh spoke. Although my arrival interrupted them, it looked as if they had no intention of stopping. Their audacity to continue in my own living room even though I was now home left me feeling envious...and undeniably turned on. My cock, although not completely erect, fattened in my jeans.

"I told him that you and I are friends," Mark finally spoke up, "but that I also give you weekly blow jobs...as a friend." Sheepishly, he licked and lightly sucked the head of Josh's cock.

"When he told me that I thought, 'Wow, if a dude like Mark is into getting a blow job from a guy it must be a good one,'" Josh attempted to flatter me.

I stood flabbergasted. Josh's hands were free but Mark was sucking his cock again. My mind blanked. What could I say? Josh registered my expression of surprise.

"Dude, look," Josh cautiously began to propose, "Mark is here already. He's sucking my cock already. He's fucking amazing at it. You know it. And now I know it."

I waited, subconsciously sure of where this was going.

"Neither of us are gay, but all of us knows what feels good," Josh said, subtly thrusting his pelvis nearer to Mark's face, cock in mouth. "You already had to miss out on one blow job this week. Why miss another?"

My cock hardened. Although I jacked off the night before, jacking off never feels the same, even if someone is swallowing my cum like Josh had. Ignored the fact that Josh knew about the most secret part of my life.

"Besides, I don't want to feel like I'm taking your cocksucker from you," Josh continued. "I want it to feel like you're sharing him with me. And I'd prefer not to be the only straight dude in the room doing gay shit," Josh said, half joking. Mark continued to suck his cock.

Josh finally made sense. I kept Mark's mouth a secret for months. I kept my fooling around with another guy a secret for months. The complexity of how my sexuality was expressing itself had become a burden, but now there was someone else like me: Josh. A straight man who understood the value of a good cocksucker, gender be damned. I wasn't the only straight guy who knew Mark had an incredible talent that couldn't go unwasted.

I threw my pants to the floor. I ignored all hesitations from before. I craved a mouth again. Honestly, if it were a girl sucking mine and Josh's cocks, I wouldn't care one iota about Josh being there. So, fuck it.

"Fuck yeah, dude," Josh encouraged, "Get your hot cock over here for this faggot's thirsty mouth."

I took off my shirt as I walked over to Mark, my dick swinging side to side as it point upward. Josh grabbed my cock to pull me in closer. No matter how much I justified this encounter, moments like these would still feel weird. I never got the hang of staying completely in the moment when messing around with my friends who are dudes, but I did learn to accept it as a presence in my sex life.

"You trained him well. He has no gag reflex," Josh said as he pulled Mark violently into his pelvis with his free hand, the other jacking my cock. Just as quickly as Mark took the massive length and girth of Josh's dick, Josh pulled him off. Mark gasped for air. Josh's hand maintained its grip on Mark's buzzed head. With the might of his long, skinny arm, Josh quickly guided Mark's mouth to my dick, keeping his hand on my cock as long as he could. Mark, pushed by Josh's hand on his head, waddled on his knees to me. In a millisecond he took my length.

Josh's face bore a snarled smile. His enthusiasm to use Mark the Cocksucker admittedly turned me on. It was validation. It was Josh's trademark enthusiasm that I had wanted to exhibit myself all of these Sundays.

"He's an amazing cocksucker. Don't you think?" Josh asked, using his hand to compose Mark's facefucking rhythm against my body. Josh looked at me as if he was waiting for a response.

I hesitated before forcing through gritted teeth, "Fuck yeah. Best faggot of the year." My fists clenched and my heels dug into the ground. Mark was so good and this odd encounter was energizing. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I felt the aggression one only gets when something feels so good you barely keep from hurting it.

Josh moved nearer to me and grabbed Mark's chin to pull him away. His head turned sideways from his body, Josh squared Mark's mouth on his cock and forced Mark to swallow it whole. Mark's cock leaked pre-cum.

"I knew gay dudes craved cock, obviously," Josh began. He held Mark's head down on his cock. Josh remained still while Mark squirmed to keep the thickness and length in his esophagus. "But this guy is next-level. That's why he's a faggot," Josh continued as he reached out to stroke my saliva-soaked cock.

"I mean, he's like a pornstar. But a rare porn star, dude. Like a fucking unicorn," Josh said, looking me in the eyes, then at my cock, then at Mark. He looked at me again.

"Oh, is this weird? I just feel indebted to you," Josh said, gestuering with his eyes towards the gurgling, squirming Mark. "This feels like a good a way as any to thank you," Josh said, alluding to his hand on my cock. Mark was beginning to squirm for air. "For being cool as fuck."

"Thank you," I said, guessing it was the right thing to say in this strange, almost fictional moment of my life. Josh was far more vocal than I. But the noise was a welcome change to the routine.

Josh lifted Mark off of his cock. He let Mark gasp a few times for air before taking his long index, middle, and ring fingers of his free hand and shoving them into Mark's mouth and down his throat. He hooked his thumb and pinky on either side of Mark's cheeks. With tiny thrusts he fucked Mark's throat with his fingers.

"I mean, look at this. Does this look like something just anyone can do?" Josh showed off what his gargling new toy could do while stroking me.

Josh removed his fingers, soaked in the thick saliva of the back-of-the-throat. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked Mark.

Gasping and coughing Mark wheezed, "Every fucking moment. I never want this to end." Mark's torso still faced me while Josh realigned his face to pay attention to my cock again. Josh let go of my cock and shoved Mark's mouth onto it again. Relieved to get back to the familiarity of Mark's mouth, I took his head in my hands and fucked his throat the way I like.

"I wonder if his throat is the only loose part of Mark," Josh thought out loud.

I thought nothing of what Josh had just said. He got behind Mark. I saw his huge dick graze Mark's back. He bent down. Mark moaned on my cock as I thrust.

Confused, I shoved my cock down Mark's throat until his chin pressed into my ball sack. "Stay," I said. I leaned over Mark's head, my stomach covering the crown his buzzed head, to see what Josh was doing to make Mark moan. Deep down, I knew, but I was curious to see it in action.

Although his hand was invisible to me, it was clear Josh was fingering Mark, who was still moaning with the entirety of my cock in his mouth. Josh looked up at me.

"Dude, he's really loose. Only one finger," Josh said with a serious expression, as if Josh and I were studying Mark as an experiment. We were gauging his tolerance like a lab rat. Two scientists, new to this particular field of study, finding our bearings, testing our specimen.

"Try two," I encouraged him. Although there was little room, I tried pushing Mark's head into my body further, hoping to get a clearer picture. Mark, sitting on his ankles, moaned and spread his feet further apart.

"Still loose," said Josh, whose forearm moved up and down more quickly. His skinny bicep flexing in rhythm.

"Three?" I asked, a hint of surprise on my breath. Josh smiled. Mark moaned loudly and apparently out of pleasure as he pushed his body down onto Josh's fingers. I had never played with Mark's ass and although I was glad to have Josh there to take the plunge, I couldn't help but think about how much gayer this encounter was getting. Gayer than any Mark and I had before, and getting gayer by the minute.

Truth be told, it was nice to have a straight buddy there with me, especially one whose curiosity was enthusiastic, without hesitation and embarrassment that I had initially felt. Josh and I were on the same team, both discovering the rules of a new game in which our opponent tested our limits.

"That's it," Josh said, as if he had made a groundbreaking scientific discovery. Josh's three fingers furiously pumped Mark's ass. I thought about Josh and those same fingers in a pussy trying to make a girl squirt. Women was clearly all he'd known until now. I resumed upright posture and fucked Mark's face as his constant moaning was dictated by Josh's three-finger fucking. Mark's pre-cum stained the carpet.

Josh took his three fingers out of Mark's ass. He stood up, perpendicular to me and Mark. With his other hand he interrupted our throatfucking and pulled Mark off of my cock. Mark looked over his shoulder under the direction of Josh's grip as I used Mark's saliva to jack myself off.

"More lube," Josh said.

They hadn't used lube, I recalled. Only Mark's saliva. I was about to get lube for them until I saw Mark turned his body, took Josh's hand, and shove those three long fingers into his mouth.

Josh guffawed, his eyes wide and brow high. "Dude, do you see this? He's fucking nasty as fuck. Nasty. Fucking. Faggot."

I said nothing. I couldn't speak. This went from sharing a toy with my bud to what felt like being in a porno. Flabbergasted and uncontrollably turned on, I almost blew my load as Josh once again jacked me off with his available palm.

"Do you like the taste of your ass?" Josh asked. A question I never thought I'd hear outside some orgeatic anal scene online, where women go back and forth between riding thick cocks and deepthroating them. I'd spent countless hours watching those videos and here it was happening in real life. Albeit, without one important anatomical part.

Josh was playing the part now. He was an actor in this confusingly hot porn. "How does your pussy taste?"

"I love the way my pussy tastes," Mark said after he pulled off of Josh's hand. "Can I taste more of it?"

The three of us began a pattern wherein Josh would bend down behind Mark and violently three-finger fuck his ass while Mark choked on my cock. Josh would stand up, say, "More lube," and Mark would suck on his fingers, savoring them.

At one point Josh and I, both worked up by Mark's submission, high-fived each other, at which all three of us laughed.

Mark pulled off of my cock as Josh stood up. "Fuck me," he said.

Josh and I looked at each other, both expressionless.

"No," Josh said, maintaining his dominating roleplay. I saw past the facade that Josh wasn't ready for that step. I couldn't blame him. Mark and I had been fooling around for months and although the thought of fucking Mark had crossed my mind in occasional jack off sessions, I still hadn't ever felt the desire in person. I learned to never say never, but I didn't see it happening in the future. And neither did Josh.

"Think you can fit both of us in your mouth?" Josh asked Mark, wrapping one arm behind my back, hooking his hand on my hip and pulling me in so that our thighs touched.

Unfazed by the blunt denial, Mark grabbed each of our cocks, drawing them together and towards his mouth. My cock, smaller in comparison to Josh's, was now touching his. Watching DP videos was hot, but the idea of sharing a vagina with another dude at the same time had been such a turn off. I was now sharing the same mouth with a guy and, to be perfectly honest, it didn't feel weird in the slightest. The sensation wasn't as strong as I thought. It was the act of sharing a mouth that was hot.

Mark tried with all of his might to fit both mine and Josh's cocks in his mouth. After a few very toothy attempts, he gave up, instead furiously trading off between sucking my cock, then Josh's. Josh kept his arm around my waist until I flung mine around his. He lowered his palm until it was on my far asscheek. At this point I stopped caring about Josh's curiosity-fueled touches. The touchy feely side of Josh was a part of his personality, sexual or otherwise. Why fight it?

I put my hand on his asscheek and playfully squeezed it. He returned the squeeze. We looked at each other and laughed, then back down at Mark's marathon sucking. He deepthroated mine, then deepthroated Josh's, and repeated. Without looking at me, Josh inched his hand towards my ass crack. He spread his palm across my ass, running his middle finger along my hairy crevice. He reached the bulk of my bubble cheeks and searched from my hole with his finger.

I didn't want a finger in there. A tongue was the only thing that had come near my ass, and that tongue belonged to my cocksucker. I was in no mood for my friend's finger in my ass. Hesitant to scare him off, or point out this very gay interaction in the company of Mark, I said nothing, hoping he wouldn't go so far as to stick anything inside of me.

Josh waded through the forest of dark hair until his finger got my soft, fleshy opening. There he left his finger, lightly pressing it against my hole. I exhaled while he and I intently stared at Mark, openly ignoring what was going on behind our backs.

Mark continued his double dick worship. Josh's breath sped up as his finger applied more pressure on my asshole. Mark deepthroated Josh.

"I'm gonna cum," Josh squeaked.

Josh's announcement surprised me. Having his finger on his best friend's asshole (his straight friend, mind you) and getting his dick deepthroated by a fag was something that got him off. Mark rammed his nose into Josh's pelvis a few times before pulling back enough to have Josh's head and then some. I knew that Mark wanted to taste Josh's cum.

Josh threw his head back. I felt his asscheek clench in my hand. The sight of Josh's cock, now visibly pumping cum into Mark, who was collecting the cum in his mouth, was too much. Finally someone else knew how great Mark was. I felt like I wasn't insane or alone and that I had done good in this world. I was sharing pure joy that I had felt for so long.

As Josh unloaded I felt my own orgasm coming. Then it happened. In the throes of a long, intense ejaculation, Josh unconsciously pressed so forcefully against my hole that one knuckle ended up among the walls of my anus. The sting was painful; the vulnerable feeling of opening up to someone or something else was liberating in a sense. As if a wall had come down for a moment. A moment long enough for the sheer surprise of his finger and scene in front of my to make me blow.

While Mark took Josh's load I exploded in Mark's hand. The ropes of cum landed on his face and on Josh's dick. My hole locked down Josh's finger like bear trap. My hand unconsciously squeezed Josh's clenched cheek. Mark hurriedly moved from Josh's cock to mine. He hung his mouth open while I continued to cum. Some of my cum added to the pool of whiteness in Mark's mouth, his tongue the invisible white ocean floor painted by Josh.

As I slowed, reality set in again. I lowered my hand from Josh's ass and waist, but Josh's finger remained in my ass. My cum was on Josh's cock. Mark's mouth nearly overflowed with cum.

"Swallow," Josh said.

Mark looked up at Josh, then at me. He closed his mouth and gulped dramatically. He opened his mouth again to show what a good job he'd done. Mark returned his attention to Josh's cock, licking my cum off of it and squeezing Josh of the last drops. He smacked his lips, then turned to me to do the same. Josh wiggled his finger in my ass. Neither of us had looked each other in the eye since his finger first began its journey. I nudged him. It wasn't turning me on any more.

Josh took his finger out of my ass. With his other hand he grabbed Mark's head, mouth agape, and shoved his finger down Mark's throat. Mark's second ass-to-mouth. Mark looked at me. I tried to hide my surprise. My cock stopped shrinking. Mark winked at me. My cock was not done. And apparently neither was Josh's.

Josh yanked Mark on his feet and kissed him. Josh kissed Mark. Tongue and all. The naughtiest mouth in the room and Josh was full-on making out.

"Yep. Tastes like a faggot's mouth," Josh said, pushing Mark away. Josh had just executed another curiosity and didn't appear too impressed. Kissing dudes was probably not going to be his thing.

I fell onto the couch. Josh laid down on the floor, his legs and arms spread like a horizontal da Vinci sketch. Our cocks were semi-hard. The three of us caught our breath.

Mark sat cross legged in between Josh's feet. I watched Mark jack off. He appeared unsure if the night was going to continue, alternating between fast pumps and slow glides.