Things Happen!
Author's Note: Just a word of explanation to any of you readers out there who are familiar with previous stories that I have written. In many of my tales, two presumably straight men, usually married with children, fall hopelessly in love and switch to a gay lifestyle. But these characters are always defined as having had homosexual leanings and desires from childhood. I began to wonder about the possibility of two straight, married men having the same experience if they had never had a homosexual thought in their lives; whose fantasies always revolved around women; and who were probably a masculine ten on the Kinsey scale. Is it even a possibility that they could ever be anything more than two good buddies? I don't know the answer, but this story explores the possibility.
Let's begin with a little bit of background concerning William, AKA Bill, and Henry, AKA Hank.
Bill first:
Bill is thirty-six year's old. He is married to Mary, 30, who is a neuro-surgeon. They have no children because Mary does not wish to interrupt her career at this early juncture. She promises Bill that she will consider a family before her biological clock runs out, but she is lying to him. Bill is an attorney. He graduated from Harvard Law School and he works for a prominent firm in Los Angeles. He will probably be made a partner before he reaches forty. Hank is his best friend. They met on the day each started to work for the firm of Bixby, Bixby and Barnes.
Bill lost his virginity to Ellen when he was sixteen. The occasion of this monumental event was his high school junior prom. Later he became a BMOC at Boston University where he ran track, and fucked his college years away with every bimbo who wanted an athlete's cock up her twat. He was never homophobic and had a good buddy on the track team who was gay and out, but it never, ever entered his mind to have sex with anyone but a woman. In fact, he had so large a stable, that he spent a few years after law school as a single man bedding whatever broad he could. It was easy for him, being an athlete and very handsome.
He met Mary when she was twenty-seven and just beginning her fellowship in neuro-surgery at Cedar Sinai Hospital. He was thirty-three years old. They had a whirlwind romance and one weekend they ran off to Las Vegas where they married. Mary was hardly ever home. Her hospital schedule was hectic. This suited Bill just fine because he just continued to count on his harem to fulfill his needs.
Hank is thirty-six year's old. He is married to Laura, 35, who is a stay at home mom for the present. They have three children, Joanne, 11, Steffi, 9, and Tommy, 3. They have known each other since high school, and neither has ever had sex with anyone but each other. (Actually Hank strayed only once, and I will tell you about that soon.) They married when Hank graduated Yale Law School and he accepted the job offer from Bixby, Bixby and Barnes. They had lived in Providence, RI all their lives except for college and law school. Even then, Hank had never left New England, and it was difficult for them to make the move to Los Angeles.
Hank met Bill on the day they both started work at the law firm. They became instant best friends in spite of the fact that Bill was constantly on the prowl, and Hank would not ever think of cheating on Laura. Whenever Laura went home to Providence for a visit, Bill would try to get Hank to join him in a sex orgy. Hank would laugh him off.
Once, when Laura was away, and Hank had too much to drink at dinner, Bill would not let him drive and he took Hank home with him. He called a couple of his lady friends, and before he knew what hit him, Hank had fucked one of them. Bill was delighted, but Hank couldn't eat for a week, he was so guilt ridden. He wanted to tell Laura, but Bill talked him out of it.
Hank and Laura lived in West LA. When Bill got married, he and Mary needed to be close to Cedar Sinai Hospital, and they bought a Condo not too far from Hank and Laura. The year the two men turned thirty-six their relationship changed. Nothing bad happened and nothing different happened, but things changed never the less.
When school let out that year, Laura decided to spend the summer in Providence so that both sets of grand parents could get heavy doses of the grand children. She rationalized the extended trip by saying that Hank worked late all the time anyway.
Mary, of course, was rarely home, so the two men had nothing to rush home to. They got into the habit of eating dinner out and spending the evening together, either watching television or going to a movie. Bill had mellowed considerably in the last two years. He still fucked around, but his excursions were getting rarer and rarer. He was lucky to have sex with Mary twice a month so for all intent and purpose, the two lawyers were celibate.
They never discussed their sex lives. Bill could tell plenty of stories, but Hank was not about to talk about his monogamous sex life with Laura. Therefore it was out of character for either of them to bring up the subject. But one evening at dinner, Bill asked Hank, "Are you as horny as I am."
Hank was taken by surprise. "What do you mean?" he asked. "It's my wife who isn't around, not yours."
Bill snickered. "Mary's always at the hospital. She's never home. I'd get us a couple of broads, but I don't want to live with you the way you were last time."
"I'm doing OK," Hank said. "I just use my fist a lot. A good imagination helps too."
"I haven't jerked off since I was a teen ager," Bill snickered.
"Well, it's quick and simple and there are no commitments. Try it. You might like it."
"I'd need stimulation, I think," Bill answered seriously.
"I've got an idea. Come over to my place tomorrow evening. You bring the beer and I'll bring the stimulation," Hank volunteered.
"Good God," Bill joked. "He's going to get us a blow up doll."
"Very funny," Hank sneered.
Bill arrived at Hank's early the next evening and was shocked when Hank opened the door. He was wearing boxer briefs, which barely contained his package.
"My God," Bill said. "I had no idea you had so much between your legs. No wonder Laura never cheats."
"Shut up," Hank said, "and get down to your briefs also."
"Where's the stimulus?" Bill wanted to know. He looked around expecting a naked nubile young thing to spring from behind the drapes.
"Right here," Hank said, pointing at two videotapes on the living room table. He went into the kitchen to get two glasses for the beer. When he got back, Bill laughed at him.
"Are you trying to corn hole me?" he asked.
"Are you crazy? What are you talking about?" Hank sounded non-plussed.
"Well," Bill said, "This tape is OK. It's called "Hot College Chicks" and the jacket shows explicit boy, girl sex. This tape, on the other hand, is called "Horny Blonds" and even though one of the blonds on the cover has very long hair, if you look closely it's two guys making it together."
"Holy shit," Hank said, turning very red. I thought it was a hetero tape. Well, no matter, our pipes should be all cleaned out before the hetero tape ends."
Hank served the first beer and said, "I haven't whacked off with another guy since I was twelve years old. Let's have a couple of beers before we watch the tape. I need to get rid of my nervousness."
"I haven't needed to whack off at all since I was not much older than twelve," Bill said. "I think I need the beer also."
By the time Hank was ready to play the tape, they had each consumed three beers and they were feeling a slight buzz.
"Let's play the homo tape," Bill said. "I've always been curious about what those guys do. Have you ever wondered?"
"No," Hank answered honestly, "but it might be fun to find out. I'm telling you though, if I don't get hard, I'll switch the tapes."
"Deal!" Bill said.
Hank popped the tape into the VCR and sat down next to Bill on the sofa. Coincidentally the tape began with two very young men sitting on a sofa, not unlike Bill and Hank. The men in the film had more clothes on than the men watching. The two actors started to manipulate their own cocks inside their trousers. Hank was so uncomfortable that he got up and poured them another beer.
"Relax," Bill said. "You're tighter than a wound up rubber band."
Hank returned to the sofa and he actually did relax. By now the two actors had begun to feel the other's cock through their trousers. They leaned toward each other and kissed.
"OOOOH," Bill and Steve said together, in utter disgust. Somehow that reaction made them both laugh.
They looked at the screen and miraculously both men were now naked and playing sixty-nine on the sofa. The camera came in for close ups. While they were sucking cock, the actors were fingering each other's ass holes. Both men were mesmerized.
"Laura never goes down on me," Hank said, letting down all his reserves.
"Neither does Mary, but plenty of my other women do. Although none of them ever stuck a finger up my ass while she did it. Man, I gotta admit it looks hot." Bill didn't even realize it, but he had started to stroke his cock through his underwear.
One of the men on screen got on his hands and knees and stuck his ass out. The other started licking up and down his crack. Occasionally he stuck his tongue into the crack and licked the man's balls. The man, who was on all fours, rolled onto his back, and he raised his legs. The other placed his cock head against his partner's saliva soaked ass and started to insert it. The camera closed in and miraculously you could see that the guy on top was wearing a condom and it was well lubed. When did that happen?
When the actor was all the way in, both of them began to stroke in and out. There wasn't much difference than fucking a vagina, each man thought. Both actors were moaning in pleasure.
"I guess it feels good both ways," Bill observed. He and Hank had long since stopped being turned off by the action on the screen and each had pulled his underwear down and was gently stroking his cock. At some point each became aware of what he was doing, but neither stopped, nor was either of them embarrassed by the other. That's what the whole idea of the evening was all about, wasn't it?
On the screen, the man on the bottom was jerking off while he was being fucked. He came first and rubbed the cum all over his chest. He put some on his finger and offered it to the other man, who licked it off his finger. He put some more on his finger and he licked it off himself.
"Have you ever tasted cum?" Bill asked.
"No."
Suddenly the man on top pulled his cock out of his partner's ass and began to masturbate over the face of the man on bottom. The condom was gone. More movie magic. He came, and he tried to aim his spunk into his partner's mouth, but most landed on his face. Between the two of them they licked up all the semen they could. It was the end of the sequence and the screen blackened for a moment.
Hank paused the tape to get them another beer. He was naked and his cock was standing out eight inches from his belly.
"That's pretty good equipment you've got," Bill said. His hand was wrapped around his own cock.
"Let's see yours," Hank requested. Bill removed his hand. His tool was maybe a half inch shorter than Hank's but still very impressive. They drank another can of beer sitting side by side on the sofa. Now their bodies were touching. Did they notice? Did they even care? Hank resumed the tape and they began stroking themselves.
Two boys (they didn't look of age, but had to be at least eighteen) were sitting naked on the edge of a swimming pool. They were kissing and then they began to jerk each other off. Hank and Bill increased their pace, and there were no OOOOHs from either of them this time over two men kissing.
Bill was so many sheets to the wind, nobody can be sure if he even knew what he was saying, but he said to Hank, "Let's do what they're doing." He pushed Hank's hand away and enveloped Hank's monster with his own palm and started to jerk Hank off. Hank leaned over and did the same to Bill.
They watched the film, jerking each other slowly. Neither was close to a climax, but they were enjoying how they felt.
The actors began to give themselves oral sex.
"Nobody has ever gone down on me," Hank lamented.
"Let me show you what you have been missing," Bill said. He leaned over Hank and took him in his mouth. His tongue began to lick the upper part of Hank's cock and his hand was stroking the lower part.
"Jesus this feels good," Hank said. Bill looked up at him for a moment and said, "I had no idea a cock tasted this good." He resumed sucking Hank who was moaning in ecstasy. When Bill felt Hank's balls shrinking, he pulled away.
"My turn," he said. Hank hesitated for a moment and then plunged in. He went one better than Bill. When he began to suck Bill's cock, he reached under him and played with his ass hole and he was able to insert a finger. That did it. Bill yelled, "I'm cumming."
Hank's instinct told him to release Bill and finish by jerking him off, but curiosity got the best of him. He allowed Bill to spurt stream after stream into his mouth. He couldn't help but swallow some, but he crept up to Bill who was lying back with his eyes rolling in his head. He put his mouth on Bill's. Instinctively Bill parted his lips and Hank passed Bill's own spunk into his mouth. The two men kissed wildly and swallowed all the jism there was.
When the semen was all gone, their lips were still together. They began to kiss passionately. Bill reached for Hank's cock and started to fondle it. Suddenly he looked at Hank. There was a wild look on his face. He bent over and took Hank's huge cock into his mouth again. He sucked until Hank came in his mouth and he swallowed every drop, leaving nothing for Hank.
The tape was all but forgotten. They sat on the sofa making out like two high school kids. "That was excellent sex," Bill said.
"I love the way you kiss," Hank said. "Do you think you could stay the night?" Bill reached for his pants on the floor and retrieved his cell phone. He left a message on Mary's cell and on his home phone informing her that he had too much to drink and was sleeping over at Hank's. When she got the message she was relieved. She was so tired all she wanted to do was sleep for hours. She actually ended up sleeping at the hospital.
Bill and Hank showered together. As the water cleansed them, they kissed and fondled each other. They had consumed too much beer and even though they both wanted to experiment some more, they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
They both woke up as dawn was breaking. They were cold sober, and in the same position as when they had fallen asleep. Their lips were only inches apart.
"Are you sorry? Do you have regrets? Do you want to kill me so nobody will know?" Hank asked.
"Sure, I want to kill you," Bill answered. "Just like this." He leaned into Hank and kissed him hard totally ignoring morning breath. Hank smiled and kissed Bill back.
`This is quite a dilemma," Hank said. "Where do we go from here?"
"Right now, I can't think long term. For the short term what do you say we phone the office and both call in sick?"
"It's Saturday, doofus," Hank said and they broke out laughing.
They both used Hank's tooth brush. "If you can suck my cock you can use my toothbrush," Hank reasoned. After they brushed, they kissed again, long, hard and sensuously.
Hank made coffee and toast for breakfast. They sat in the kitchen totally naked. Occasionally, they stroked each other's cocks with their big toes, and giggled like school girls.
"I have a confession to make," Bill said. "I think that gay sex is way better than hetero, and we haven't even begun to explore the possibilities."
"I agree with you," Hank answered. "I have another confession. I believe I love you. I think you and I have always loved each other, but we didn't know it was sexual. I thought it was just buddy love, but I kind of like fuck buddy better."
Bill stood up and went to Hank. "I'm pretty sure I love you too," Bill said. "What do you say we go upstairs and try out a little of that fuck buddy stuff?"
"What a good idea," Hank said.
In the bedroom Hank retrieved a tube of KY Jelly from his nightstand. "I don't have any condoms," he said. "I had a vasectomy after the baby was born. Is that cool with you?"
"Yes it is, but you don't have to worry. I have not one, not two, but three condoms in my wallet."
"See," Hank said laughing, "I knew I loved you for a reason. Save the condoms. I don't think you and I need them."
Bill's cock was slightly smaller than Hank's so Hank insisted he go first. They generously lubed Hank's ass and Bill's cock. Hank lay on his back and raised his legs like in the film. Bill positioned himself and started to push in slowly. The lube had done the trick and he slid in easily.
"Does it hurt?" Bill asked.
"Not at all. Please stop talking and fuck me. You don't have a clue how good I feel."
Bill started fucking Hank just as he would any woman, but no woman he had ever fucked was as tight as Hank or felt as good. Bill was glad he had not used a condom. It didn't take long for him to spurt into Hank's ass. He collapsed on top of Hank and they resumed kissing each other again.
"I love the way you kiss," Hank told Bill for the second time. "We should have done this sooner."
They spent the entire day in bed sucking and fucking each other alternately. By late afternoon, they were exhausted. They lay side by side in bed, holding hands.
"Explain to me what's going on with us," Bill asked Hank.
"I don't know what's happening. I do know that I should be ashamed and appalled, but I'm not. I'm ecstatic. I just had the best sex I ever had in my life. The longest sex session I ever had up to now was maybe forty-five minutes and we have been at it for hours. I usually cum once or twice a week and you've gotten me off once or twice an hour. Do you think I'm the right one to explain all this?"
"Weird isn't it?" Bill asked. "I feel the same way, and the last thing I want to do is look a gift horse in the mouth. I'll tell you, I have a new respect for gays. Their brand of sex sure is mind boggling. I don't mind entering the ranks."
"What shall we do about our wives?" Hank asked.
"Absolutely nothing. We sure aren't coming out and moving in together. It's not a stretch for me to cheat on Mary. I know it's tough for you to cheat on Laura. Do you think you can handle it?"
"It's funny, Bill," Hank answered, "but this is different. I don't feel like it's cheating at all. I don't ever want it to end. Somehow it feels right, not dirty at all.
"We work together and live close by. We'll find ways to be together. Like we could join a gym and tell the ladies we are going to work out two or three evenings a week. We could take a couple of days off once in awhile and tell the wives we are going on a business trip together. How about a fishing trip, or a trip to the super bowl? We can be very inventive. We need to be, if we want to enjoy sex like the sex we just had."
"You know," Bill said, "I'll never understand how all this happened. I don't believe I've become gay. I just believe I fell in love with you. It's too weird, but I love the whole idea. I love getting fucked by you and fucking you. You sure as hell beat any woman I have ever been with in the love department."
"I've never been with anyone except Laura so I can't compare. I must concede, however, that you beat her by a mile, especially when it comes to oral sex. She just won't do it. She would never allow anal sex either. You've opened up a whole new spectrum of sexual activity for me and I love you even more, just for that."
"I must be honest," Bill said. "I love sucking your cock. I love the way it tastes. I never would have believed it. Before yesterday, the thought of sucking a cock would have made me gag."
"Do you think you can spend this evening and tomorrow with me?" Hank asked.
"Let me call Mary and see what's doing," Bill said. He called her number but she didn't answer. He left her a message to please call him the first chance she could.
About an hour later his cell phone rang and he spoke with Mary. "Don't wait dinner for me," she told him, "but I promise to be home by nine or ten o'clock and we'll have all day tomorrow together."
"I heard," Hank said as Bill hung up. "Well, we can spend another couple of hours together and we can have dinner together. Are you up for some more sucking and fucking?"
"I sure as hell would like to try," Bill answered.
For many years Bill and Hank had sex with each other, always on the sly. In all that time neither of them was attracted to another man, and Bill still had the hots for a good looking woman. Except for their sexual relation, nothing changed for either of them. They spent hours trying to analyze their situation. They were sure that neither was gay, but they could not deny that they loved each other in many ways. They were brothers, buddies, and best friends, and finally they loved each other in a sexual way.
After awhile they stopped analyzing and just accepted the fact that the best sex they ever had was with each other. Maybe someday some bright, latter day Sigmund Freud might figure it out and explain it to them, but for now, they accepted the good fortune that brought them together --- a raunchy, male porno video tape.