"Sooooo, I think I might be bi," I said blatantly to my long time friend Katie. She was almost a year older than me, but because of when our birthdays fell, we were in the same grade in high school. We were both dating someone then, and while we both thought the other one was sexy and attractive, we unfortunately ended up buying a house in Friend-Ville. That's not to say that we haven't taken drunken vacations to CasualSex-Ville, but we never stay long.
Thru the years, we had become each others closest friends, able to talk about literally anything without fear of judgment. We got opposite sex insight and feedback, talked about everything from politics to our deepest, darkest desires and even helped each other get laid.
She almost spit out her drink while we sat at the bar of one of our favorite places. "What? Are you serious?" she asked. I knew I could tell her this for two reasons: she was never judgmental about almost anything, especially sex and I knew the idea of guys kissing and what-not was a huge turn-on for her.
"Yeah, I'm not sure, but I think I am, " I replied taking a swig from my beer. "I've been having more and more dreams, thoughts and fantasies about guys and...."
"And what?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes.
I took another swig of my beer and looked down before saying, "and cocks."
"Oh my God, that's so hot," she said. " How long have you been having these thoughts?"
"I don't know, maybe a year," I said back.
She slapped me on my arm, "and you're just NOW telling me?"
"Well, I wasn't really sure myself," I said, I've been trying to figure it out, you know, come to terms with it."
"Have you done anything with a guy yet?" she asked, her interest level peaking.
"What? No. I wouldn't even know how to do that and I'd be too chicken to try and go do something like that on my own," I said.
"So, Mr. Bigshot with the ladies is unsure of how to go about getting a boyfriend," she teased.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up now, I never said anything about wanting to date a guy, these are sex-u-al thoughts," I pointed out to her.
"Mmmmm, even more yummy," she said with a wicked grin. She was a small, petite girl of Italian decent with a healthy sexual appetite and I doubt I've had one conversation with her that didn't touch on sex in one fashion or another.
"Yeah, somehow I knew you'd be excited about this," I said with a laugh. "It just freaks me out because I don't want anyone to think I'm gay."
"Chris, with all the tail you pull, no one is going to think you're gay, trust me," she said, "you are a handsome, dominating man that make women weak in the knees and when you get them on your their knees, you give them a treat with that big cock of yours."
"Yeah, that's the weird part," I said, "in these fantasies, I'm not the dominating one."
"Oh that's normal Chris. With your job, your sex life, pretty much everything you do, you are a 'take charge' kind of guy," she said, "it's completely normal to fantasize about not having to control anything and just give up the authority role once in awhile. You hear about that all the time with CEO's and people like that."
"Yeah, I've heard about that but I never thought it would apply to me," I said before taking another swig.
"You know what, hold on," she said and signaled the bartender. "Can we get two shots of Patron, fully dressed?"
"I like them fully dressed," she said, "because I like getting 'em naked myself before taking a shot in the mouth."
I couldn't help but laugh at this. Our shots came and she slid one to me and held up her glass signaling her desire to make a toast. I held up my glass and she said, "here's to you Chris, for broadening your horizons and coming to the realization I've known for awhile now: that cock is great! And here's to me for I am going to make sure your fantasy comes true...."
She licked the salt off the rim, slammed her shot and then bit into the lime. I followed suit and she slammed her glass down while simultaneously saying, "...TONIGHT!"
I was biting into the lime as she said this and almost choked, coughing from the surprise announcement. "Tonight?"
"Yeah, why not?" she asked.
"Well, I was just now able to come to terms with this enough to tell you, I don't know if I'm ready to do anything yet," I replied.
"But Chris, think about it this way," she started, "you've been thinking about this for at least a year and it had to be eating away at you if you brought it up finally. You said you didn't know how to do this on your own and you KNOW how hot stuff like this gets me. We're the best of friends who have had some fun, sexy times together so you have that familiarity there and when the time comes, I'll even be there with you during it, so it's not a complete jump to the gay side, it will be more of a group thing. I'll be your wing-woman and make sure you are ok, if that's what you want."
"You'd do that for me?" I asked.
"Of course I would, I love you, you know that, and besides I can't deny the obvious enjoyment I'd get out of it by watching two guys together, especially when one of them is you," she said flashing me a wicked smile.
"I guess that would be better than going at it alone and yeah, I bet that would make you happy too," I said. "So, how do we do this?"
"Easy, lets get out of here and head downtown to the gayborhood," she said referencing the part of Dallas known for its gay clubs and bars.
"Ok, let's do it," I said.
We got up and I paid for our drinks before heading out to my BMW X5 and started to head downtown. As we drove, she told me how horny all this was making her. "Are you as turned on by all of this as I am?" she asked.
"Actually, I'm kind of nervous," I said as I drove.
"Well, that just won't do. We can't have nerves causing you to chicken out tonight and with that she reached over and started rubbing my cock thru my jeans. When she felt it getting hard, she unbuttoned my jeans and started stroking my cock as I drove.
"Have I ever told you how great your cock is?" she asked as she continued stroking. I'm proud of my cock at almost 8 inches and she's always been enthralled with it which is why we hook up a lot after going out drinking. I guess you could say we are best friends with benefits.
"Yeah, you might have said something about it once or twice," I joked, enjoying the feeling of her hand stroking me gently.
"So, what is it you wanna do with a guy?" she asked, "suck his cock, get fucked, what?"
Her stroking was definitely turning me on and freeing my inhibitions so I said, "I don't know, both maybe."
"Oh, that's hot. At the same time?" she asked.
"Whoa, I've never done anything with a guy and now your already jumping to me getting tag teamed?" I said jokingly.
"What? Why not jump in with both both feet, or better yet, both ends," she laughed. "Oh God, that would be so hot seeing you on your hands and knees getting taken from both ends."
My cock jumped when she said that and she said, "sounds like someone likes that idea too." she laughed and continued stroking.
We got to one of the clubs and I parked, turned off the car and undid my seatbelt. She undid hers and immediately leaned over and took my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and bobbing up and down a few times before sitting back up. "mmmmm, I wanted to do that the whole way down here," she said smiling and then said, "Well, lets go find some willing studs for you."
I laughed, shook my head, and we got out and headed to the door, me a 6' straight guy walking towards my possibly first gay experience and she, a 5'4" girl ready to act as my gay pimp.
We got to the club, paid our way in and entered into the dark club that was blaring dance music. There were bars on either side with a large dance floor in the middle and cages strung about with either one or more guys, usually shirtless, dancing provocatively inside of them. We headed to the bar, ordered some drinks and sat back to survey the place.
"So, what type of guy are you looking for," she asked.
"I guess like me," I replied, "attractive, in their 20's, not some little twink, but also not some old hairy dude."
"I like your style," she said, "so let's see what we can find. She began looking around and noticed two guys standing at the end of the bar. She grabbed my arm and told me to follow her. I grabbed our drinks and followed her. She walked up to them and said, "hi, can we buy you guys a drink?"
I looked them over and had to admit I liked what I saw. They both were attractive, looked like they lived at the gym and took extremely good care of themselves. They both wore designer jeans with embroidered Celtic style crosses on the butt pockets, tight Affliction t-shirts, one in white, the other in black, leather bracelets, nice watches, boots. All in all, if you saw them out, you probably would not have the slightest inclination that they were gay. The one in black was the shorter of the two, about my height, maybe a little taller and had a short, buzz-cut shaved head. The other one in white had spikey, dirty blonde hair, stood around 6'4" and had boyish good looks opposed to the stronger features of his friend.
They looked down at her and then at me and smiled and the one in white said, "sure, that'd be nice."