The Thing with the Unexpected

I went over to Webster's place to seek his advice. He knew I was gay and didn't seem to mind. My father was a drunk, I had no brothers. We discussed my sexuality often; but he said it was caused by an anxiety of women, based on the relationship I'd had with my mother. That I'd bought into that misogynist myth that women are only interested in men as providers, and that I couldn't meet the responsibility. I'd told him that it was 'cos I liked fucking guys; and being fucked by guys; and so got twice the pleasure he ever could. He said I was eighteen and just exploring.

He didn't understand. But he's the most decent guy I know. I hadn't found a special friend from any the guy's I fucked. They had things I didn't want, or things I didn't want to give.

But I know I can trust Webster.

We'd moved to the neighborhood a couple of years ago and I'd adopted him as a big brother.

So I'd gone round, to ask him about this new guy I'd met, a guy I'd met in the library.

"How the hell should I know?"

His face was filled with bewilderment. His blond fringe catching on his wrinkled brow. He flexed his swan like hands, pointing at his chest. This is how he always gets when we talk about guys fucking. He claims to have no clue.

"You know I'd prefer you to be dating my sister, Laura."

I grinned.

"Seriously, I value your opinion, I've told you about Lee, whaddaya think?

He sighed. He clasped his hands, his arms around his knees, sitting on the sofa, and dropped his head. Then he did an upward thing with his hands, I guess like Moses did, when God trusted him with the Law.

"Look, it's no good asking me. How could I give you advice about...man-to man love?"

"You're always dispensing advice in those Romance novels you write."

"Under a pseudonym." he said warily. I'd gotten his attention. He raised his head, snagged back his pants as he sat forward. If he wasn't cute, he'd have been funny.

"..For money. There's a lot of lovesick people out there, I write for them."

"Have you ever thought of writing a gay novel?"

"I don't know anything about it."

"But you write for women...,"I felt his roughened hand brush my creamy thighs, before he caressed my mound of Venus.." that kind of crap..you don't really know what women really fantasize about."

"My wife tells me."

"So you are writing your wife's fantasy. That's two levels of anonymity. You're way in a closet."

I could talk to him like this, it was the basis of our friendship. We could argue and not get angry.

" Write me a story! With plenty of sex, of guys takin' it up the butt."

"But I don't know anything about what men do in bed."

"I could tell you! Or better still show you,you know how I feel about you."

He stood up and paced to the table sat on a chair,his legs spread, the chair back protecting him.

"Okay, you can tell me, that's all! I must admit I've always been curious...about what men do.. in bed."

I stopped and thought for a moment. I could tell him! I could talk about sex! A breakthrough! Unexpected!

I thought about mouths and penises, bellies and buttocks, assholes and balls. I thought of chests and abdomens, of buns and nipples, armpit sweat, cum and saliva, of condoms and valentine cards.

I continued, telling Webster things he needed to know, should know, wanna know.

"A man can please a man in only ways a man knows how. How to pleasure a penis; how to tease a butt. That's what we do in bed."

"But how do you start, how do you get intimate?"

"A kiss on the lips, a cuddle of an erection, a hug of the ass."

"But, kissing a man, what if he put his tongue in your mouth?"

"Depends on the man: tops think it effeminate: I like it."

"So you're a bottom?"

"I'm a gay man with a healthy appetite and circumstances dictate that sort of thing.."

I'd got him listening, at least his jaw dropped, he was interested, maybe I was only I was meat for a book. I just wanted his meat.We could be fucking and I'm coming on like Dear Abby, Ask Beth, Ask Dan Savage.

"Stripping a man of his shirt and touching his naked chest, sucking his nipples is the commonly accepted foreplay."

"But it'd be hairy! I couldn't fuck a woman with hairy tits.."

"But it's a man you're trying to fuck, not a hairy woman, anyway, if you're lucky he'll wanna fuck you."

I moved over, to him, frenched him. We moved to the sofa.I rubbed his dick.

"Your wife ever do this...voluntarily?" I said, slipping his penis in my mouth.I started sucking gently and he didn't pull away. I'd fished and made a catch.

"I'm only letting you do this, because you're my friend, Robin."

I had to take his dick out.

"And with a spirit of personal exploration, of course."

I had to put his dick back in again. And suck, and watch the motherfucker squirm. See his eyes shut, bugout, his shoulders wretch, his chest sink, his belly to writhe, as I played him, his legs trying to wrap around me, yearning to be free.

A white room with black furniture. Standing shelves with ornaments. A closet filled black jackets. A wood grain floor. Steel framed pictures hung from the walls. He went to a drawer and pulled out a snapshot; of the two of us; his arm draped around my shoulder with silly smiling grins at the camera. Taken that day he took me to the county fair.

"You can fuck me, you know that, don't you?" I said. I was turned on by his sentimentality. His body wasn't bad either. I stood up and took down my pants and removed my shirt and sweater. I kept my briefs on to preserve a little modesty, but my erection proclaimed my true feelings.

He'd seen me before like this at the swimming pool, but his face showed that this was the first time he'd actually looked at me.

He sat up reached for my crotch and manually examined it for weight, size and friendliness. He traced a finger over the thin fabric that revealed the shape of my cock head. Which took off with a mind of it's own, pushing up and emerging from the confines of my cotton briefs, popping up like a ground hog. He peeled them down releasing my manhood for his inspection. Would he find it attractive? I think its my best feature. He leaned forward to kiss it. He wasn't brave enough to swallow it.

"I can't.. it's the thing you piss with!"

"Do you suck your wife...the thing she pisses with?"

He was ashamed and slipped his mouth over my penis tip. He made smacking noises and tickled the sensitive head with his lips.He wasn't doing it right.

"Take it all in like you were sucking a lollipop."

He seemed to get the idea and became an instant cocksucker. We'd made a good start. But would I fuck him or would he fuck me?

"That's enough." I said "I've proved my point, but now I think its time to stop."

No. He insisted.

"Let's put our cocks together, you've got big hands, and bring us both off."

He did exactly that, and our Siamese-twin cocks were delighted, as he rubbed up and down, watching me all the time.I hoped he could see the warm sincere appreciation I had for him and I looked in his eyes. His eyes he everted, shyly looking down and watched the two cocks bringing forth mancum, a sight he thought he would never see.

"Kiss me you fool, don't you know that I love you," I spoke to him harshly, but that was how it had to be.

"We gotta use condoms." I said. His wife, who I liked too, apparently not only was on the pill, but made him wear rubbers, she a diaphragm, afraid to get pregnant. So he was prepared and fished out a packet and passed one to me.

I lowered my jeans to show my heart shaped butt, he sat on the chair, fly wide open. I waddled backwards and straddled his legs. Tilting my torso so I could give him instructions, I mounted his vertical penis, opened up and slid carefully down.

"I tried to fuck Kate like this once but it didn't work out."

"Takes experience..ooh..that feels so good."

I started to sit-fuck him til he got the idea and helped it happen. But he couldn't fuck in a chair so we gave that up.I waddled toward the sofa, him still stuffed in my ass, I couldn't let him go, he followed, me being walked like a dog with a seven-inch leash, until I lay, chest resting on the sofa, like kneeling in prayer.He started fucking my ass. Fucking me good, like he was born to do.

"Turn over so I can look at you"

I managed to windmill myself around him, hugging his dick all the time, and he fucked me missionary style. This is what he was used to, and he showed me what could be done by a man who likes to fuck. His butt started pumping like motorcycle pistons and when he came it was unexpected, I thought he could've gone on a little longer.

That's the thing with the unexpected, it always happens.

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written by davistrell