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I Would Say Yes
Recently a gentleman e-mailed me about one of my stories. He asked what I would do if my friend Brad actually propositioned me. Well I hope this letter adequately answers his question while entertaining a few other gentlemen.
Dear Brad
Even though I act nonchalant and pretend not to notice I love your inadvertent touches and the kind reassurances on my back and shoulders you offer when get into deep conversations.
I love our casual Saturday afternoons and how we are so happy no matter what we choose to do. I also love how sometimes people assume I m your guy. Many Saturday nights I have grabbed a glass of wine and then imagined you taking me. In fantasy I become yours.
OK so you re gay and tormented while I am straight and carefree. Are you sure?
Lately I feel that I m the gay one as I ache for both your heart and cock. And then something had to give today. I m sorry if I hurt you somehow.
I m trying to figure it out. Do I have the details wrong?
As recall I slid into the passenger seat of your convertible. That is when I recognized that my old feelings were stronger than ever. I inhaled deeply and was struck by your familiar clean and musky scent. With a slight breeze toying with your hair you reached over stroked my leg and asked the usual How are you?
What was I supposed to say? I had been a bit down but OK and now with your touch and scent I was immediately on fire. I choked out an OK stared into space and pondered what your lips would feel like against mine.
My hands actually shook and I breathed deeply. Uh Brad? Could you pull over? With an unselfish look of concern you immediately complied.
I ll always remember you sitting there worried and manly. Your chest hair was poking out of your polo and ruffled by the breeze. I stumbled and groped for words.
I can ask you anything right Brad? As soon as I said these words your face tightened and you barked Look asshole we are well beyond that? How many homo-erotic fantasies do I have to tell you to prove that? My Um how about one more? broke the tension and we both laughed.
This is different though I continued. But you re right I owe you transparency huh? As you nodded yes I spouted When you touch me when you comfort me … do you ever want me?
There it was. Out in the open. No going back as I shifted my clenching ass on your bucket seat I couldn t make out my best friend s expression.
I m sorry but I m not surprised you noticed. There was the confession I needed! Before you could say anything else I undid my seat belt leaned over and gave you that gentle wet kiss on the lips.
Quickly I slid back into my seat. I reached my left hand over and now I was the one rubbing my best friend s thigh. As calm as I could I asked you to drive us to your place.
The wind whipped our ears making the silence easy and natural. We held hands and you stroked my thumb with yours.
As soon as we were in your garage with the door closed I jumped out of the car stripped out of my clothes and waited. Maybe it was too much for you.
When you walked around the car I know you wanted me. You re so beautiful you croaked. Beautiful doesn t look manly here in print but it was what I needed. My heart melted my body shook. I moved to you my man.
I was enjoying watching you take inventory. Far from being demeaning it was actually affirming. I felt so well … beautiful.
You began to stroke my arms lightly. Then my cheeks neck and shoulders. Oh man then you looked up at me longingly. Our lips moved together and immediately my tongue slowly began to explore your mouth. The smells and tastes of manhood pushed me over the edge.
Remember how I slid your hands off my shoulders and onto my bare thin muscled ass? It was feeling tighter and sexier than it had ever been. I kissed hungrily sucking at your tongue like an adolescent. Then I began to thrust my hard damp cock against your belly.
You were sweet tender and so much like a drug I had to ingest. Your lips slid along my neck and I knew you were going to try to go down on me. Not this time.
Immediately I knew what I wanted. I wanted to please you. I fell to my knees and sucked the bulge of your jeans. After some fumbling and laughter you got your cock out. I know you wish it was longer but I love your duck. It is thick and adorable and perfect.
Man you were something pressing my face onto your bare dick with equal parts love and authority. I covered my teeth with my lips and enjoyed running my tongue along the seam of my meaty treat.
I could have done this all day sucking licking tasting … but I wanted to feel my best friend s ass hole.
Did you enjoy how my hand slid between your legs stroking your balls reaching into your sweating hairy crease? I wanted to taste your ass but today wasn t the day. My middle finger slid up to your puckered hole and managed to burrow part way in. That is what ended our sweet interlude.
You jerked and your cock jammed against my throat. Rapid pumping culminated in a warm sensation of tangy goo at the back of my throat. Musky sensations in my throat mouth and nose were overpowering but oddly also welcome.
That s when it all went wrong. What was it? You were was soon racked with sobs. My heart went out to you but I didn t get the chance to comfort you. Instead I was pushed to the floor nude and humiliated. I dressed and sat there.
Fifteen minutes later you came back down. While still teary eyed you got in the car and drove me home without a word.
Oh Brad why did you mess up what should have been the most beautiful day of our lives? Yes I am angry but I m not giving up on you. Please talk to me. I understand this is new and scary but I bet your cock is in your hand as you read this huh?
What we have is rare. Tender friendship and the possibility of being incredible lovers.
Apologize you prick.
I love you
Brad
Postscript to the gentleman who recently wrote me: Do you believe me yet? Do I know you?
