My heart and my brain is going to burst if I don’t fucking share this with someone. I’m 32, straight my whole life. I’ve never gotten married despite a few seriously relationships. Tall, hit the gym, and work a good career but I don’t have many friends overall. My best friend Kurt is legit the only true best friend I ever had.
Almost a year ago, Kurt admitted to me that he no longer dates, no longer chases women, no longer wants a wife and kids. I thought he was just giving up but he stopped there and didn’t say anymore. I thought he was depressed over it but he didn’t elaborate for months. MONTHS. Just apathetic towards any girls we hung out with, worked, came to my house to hang out with me or go to the gym with me. I finally asked him what the fuck is wrong with him. Kurt told me it’s not my fucking business and snapped at me. Ignored me for a week before he came to apologize. Told him bluntly that he needed to tell me what’s up, but he said he can’t. I pressed him on it before he started to tear up (not full on cry) before he asked me to swear to not tell anyone or think differently of him. I promised him and Kurt came out and said “I think I’m gay”. I made, despite my shock, to quickly say “that’s totally fine” as to not make him feel bad for telling me. He confessed he has been struggling with it thoughts of experimenting with a dude and to my utter shock, went as far as telling me that he wanted to see what it’s like to be “taken and loved by another man.”
I told him it’s all good, everyone likes what they like, and that it doesn’t change anything between us. For the next 6 months tho, things did change. Kurt apparently lost his gay V-card and after that, Kurt was growing more and more brazen with complimenting me at the gym, saying nice compliments about me in general, taking an above normal interest in my dating life, and even commenting the few times he saw my cock when changing at the gym. All of this came to a breaking point when Kurt started prying into my dating life once again one evening. Told him I have no prospects and Kurt asked me if I’d ever be open to try dating a dude. I told him I never really thought about it. Kurt used this opportunity to “remind” me that I don’t even want kids and that a boyfriend could give me everything a woman can except that. I said yeah that’s true haha. Kurt was sitting next to me on the couch and put his hand on my leg, rubbing it a bit. I thought he was trolling me, but when I turned to say something, he made a move and kissed me. I was blown away at what was happening and didn’t stop him. His lips were soft and I was frozen. Kurt ramped up the intensity as his band made it to my face to pull me in a bit and his tongue slipped into my house. He was in the drivers seat completely and before I could do anything about it, dude flips around and sits on my lap, facing me, and full on starts a make out session with me. He was fucking intense and I couldn’t even break away from his grip even if I wanted to. I’m 6’4 and he is 6’ but he has me slightly beat in arm strength and it showed.
5 minutes later, Kurt was pulling my shorts down and my cock was leaking. He gave me the most clumsy blowjob I’ve ever gotten but fuck it was the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me. Kurt only got half way down my 8” dick and I didn’t come despite his best efforts. Kurt asked me to fuck him. I started to hesitate and he got desperate and upset at me. Told me that no women had ever made me really happy but he can if I just would stop being chickenshit. “I fucking like you, dumbass. Just give me a chance.”
After giving Kurt 10 minutes, he came to my room. We fucked. We fucked ALOT. I’ve never had anal sex and hot damn, that shit was tight and I got really deep inside him. It was weird to have a muscular hairy olive skinned man sitting on my dick and moaning, but I fucking loved it guys. I LOVED it. I mounted him and fucked him doggy style and then did missionary with him and we made out a lot. Came inside him deep which was OUT of this fucking world. We fucked a few more times that evening and kept going the next day. I thought for sure I’d get post nut clarity and freak the fuck out. But all I could think of after cumming inside Kurt was “mine. He is fucking mine.” Idk what came over me but I became really fucking possessive and in the following days, I knew over my dead body would anyone other man touch him or breed him.
Guys, Kurt is my boyfriend now as of April this year 🙂