Just friends

I looked down at Dan, still asleep with his head on my chest and his arm wrapped around me. My arm over his back. His gentle exhalations stirred the hair on my chest, the soft warm flow of air tickling my nipples as he breathed out. I twisted my wrist and glanced at my watch, trying not to waken him. 07:20, still early for a Sunday. The cold December sun was just beginning to rise, the first rays of light beginning to break through the wintry grey clouds sweeping in from the North Sea. Outside it was going to be another chill day, perhaps not as frosty as the last few but still raw: the wind here seems to come straight from Siberia. Good for the picture postcard views showing cheery wild-fowlers trudging over the mudflats with a shiny new shotgun to bag of brace of geese but quite different if you live here all the time. Still, we were warm and snug inside, no reason to get up just yet. Somewhere downstairs the timer for the central heating clicked over and an electric pump whirred gently into life. Soon the house would begin to warm up.

Until then I was content to stay where I was, warm and comfortable alongside - well, almost under, Danny.  In an hour we’d get up, have one of his famous, no legendary, fry-ups and then be out on the mere in his dinghy, skimming the waves, feeling the icy spray fly up and sting our faces as we flew over the swell. It would be good sailing today.  The wind was strong and blustery, perhaps too much so for most, but Danny was good: we’d be okay out there, zipping up and down the mere as most of the guys in the club stayed ashore and watched enviously. Danny always seemed to be able to coax that little bit more out of the boat than anyone else, sail that fraction closer to the wind, fly over just that little bit more swell. I guess that was why he was always the last to come in when the conditions began to get really rough, and why he had a growing collection of trophies on the sideboard. When he was out there he seemed to become part of the boat, sensing its reactions to the wind and waves, at one with the elements, sailing by feel and instinct rather than by training or anything else. He was just a natural at it.

I was nowhere near as good: sure he’d tried to teach me and I was a passable sailor but not a natural like him.  I understood and admired how he sailed, it was just like me and shooting. I could teach recruits the rudiments of shooting, the mechanics of how to handle the weapon and judge range and distance, but there was more to it than that. You had to become one with the weapon, to feel it, to know it. After that instinct took over. There was no real conscious decision on how far away the target was, how strong the crosswind would be halfway down-range. I could teach recruits to look at how the tops of the grass swayed in the wind at different points to the target, how the ground dropped away or rose up, all the things in the training manual, but ultimately good shots were born not taught. I could train them all to be proficient shots, but the really good ones were nothing to do with me. They were just born that way. That’s how Danny was with sailing. The moment his feet touched the deck he became part of the boat.

I glanced down again to find Danny looking up at me, awake now. Perhaps the noise of the central heating had stirred him.  Before I could say anything his eyes sparkled and his arm stirred, sliding down my chest, over my stomach, coming to rest between my legs, gently squeezing my cock as he smiled mischievously.

Hey, it’s not like that ! We’re just mates ! Yes, I know, and yes, Danny is gay, but I’m not. Everyone knows that ! He’s just fooling around  to wind me up ! I often stay here the night before we have a competition on, its convenient! A couple of pints down the club on Saturday night and then back to his house overlooking the mere. It saves me getting a taxi or staying sober and driving home only to have to get up again at dark o’clock and drive all the way back out here for the start on Sunday. There’s nothing in it: I’ve known Danny since we were at school together years ago, he was best man at my wedding to Anne ! It’s just that his is a one bedroom cottage out here by the mere and so we share his bed if I stay over. Him being gay is no problem, who cares these days ? Okay, the bridesmaids were a bit pissed off at my wedding but that’s just tough. Anyway, have you seen Anne’s sisters ? She definitely got all the good looks in that family, Anne may be a stunner but her sisters ! Well, lets just say that if I’d been best man at my wedding I might have decided to turn gay too rather than try and get off with them !

Danny’s hand remained on my cock, slowly and gently squeezing it, trying to provoke a reaction from me. I looked over at him, my eyes glaring at him, warning him off. He ignored me, kept on playing with my cock, slowly wanking me now, pushing things as far as he dared. I knew I was beginning to get hard. Yes, okay, so it was a turn on but just tell me somebody who doesn’t get hard if they are being wanked ! Anyway, any moment now, and Danny knew it, I was going to chuck him out of bed and that would be the end of it once more. He just likes fooling around and winding the straight guys up from time to time. He was the same when we were at school.

I’m a couple of years older than Danny - I was in the Upper Sixth form when he was a fifth year – but he used to hang around with me and my mates rather than guys from his own year.  Me and a couple of others were patch brats from the army base nearby and perhaps a bit more brazen than the local kids. We were certainly the first to start using the local pub just as soon as were old enough to pass for 18, and not long after that we’d start getting the train into town on Friday nights to visit the clubs. Danny always used to tag along. He was a real heartbreaker even back then, the girls always used to seem to fancy him. Maybe it was something to do with those smouldering looks of his – there was talk of his granddad or somebody being Italian – but he wasn’t interested in them. It didn’t bother us that he was gay, it evened up the odds and gave us a better chance at the girls ! He had that devilish streak in him even back then – sometimes if we were out and a guy he didn’t fancy was trying to hit on him, he’d grab one of us and snog us in full view of the guy ! We used to play along with it, send the poor guy a clear message: even a straight guy had more chance of getting him in bed ! 

Anyway, so now you understand. Danny and me are just mates. I’m married and quite secure in my sexuality, happy enough to share a bed with Danny and put up with his larking around because it doesn’t mean anything. Anne knows I’m here and it isn’t as if she’s bothered by it either. Quite the opposite – she’s happier knowing that if I’m out all night with Danny instead of another woman. Not that I’d be interested in another woman but you know what I mean. Anne’s the only one for me. We’ve been together now for 11 years, married for most of them.  I’ve no intention of straying, everything I have is just about perfect. Okay, so maybe Anne isn’t as adventurous in bed as some other women but you can’t have everything can you ? I mean, she’s a great wife and mother, fit body and everything, so just simple missionary sex with her isn’t that bad ! Bloody good actually ! Okay, maybe sometimes I’d love to be a bit more kinky with her, taking her up the arse or getting to cum in her mouth but I can live without that. It’s just the icing on the cake, and the cake is what matters.

So, you see, what happened last night with me and Danny doesn’t matter. It certainly doesn’t make me gay ! Danny was just fooling around as he always does and I was happy to play along with it for a while. After all, we’d had a couple of drinks and we were going to be sleeping in the same bed anyway as we often do. I never let him wind me up. He knows where the mark is, I just let him go that far and he never oversteps it. So when he started telling me again how much better gay sex is and how it was a shame I was straight it was nothing new. I tell him the same, saying he ought to try a woman for a change ! Sometimes I grab hold of his cock just to wind him up and tell him how good it would be to have it up a nice pussy , that I can think of loads of women who fancy him ! He just laughs and says ‘No way !’

Last night started out no different. Once we were in bed he started playing with himself: he knows that winds me up ! I’m saying to him ‘Dan, are you really going to lie there and play with your dick with me here ?’ and he’s saying ‘Why not, I’m horny  ? Fancy a go ?’ Bloody typical of him. Yes, so I got the horn too. Lying there, seeing him stroking his cock, thinking that I could be home with Anne. I’d swear Danny can read my mind ! Just as I’m trying to ignore him and turn my mind away from thoughts of Anne he ‘s smirking and putting his hand on my cock. Asking if I fancy having it sucked. Telling me he can suck my cock better than Anne can.  Normally when he starts off like that I give him a playful punch and kick him out of bed and that’s the end of it. He climbs back in and we go to sleep. End of.

Not last night. Maybe I’d had a bit more to drink than usual. Maybe he was a bit more daring. He was certainly persistent, telling me how good it would be for me. How he could really get me off with just his tongue because gay men know how it feels to suck cock, to get sucked themselves. ‘Stands to reason,’ he said. I guess he has a point.

Anyway, I called his bluff. I didn’t think he’d really do it. I mean, sucking my cock isn’t the same as grabbing me in the pub like he sometimes does and ramming his tongue down my throat for a laugh is it? I mean, it’s actual sex ! I don’t know who was more surprised, me that I let him, or him that he did it, but he grinned and next thing he was licking along my hard shaft, looking up at me ! I just lay there, absolutely shocked, hardly able to believe he was doing it !

Bloody hell, it felt good ! He just started gently licking at the base of my cock, his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth, teasing me, tasting my cock, tasting my balls. And all the time he’s looking up at me with those sparkly eyes of his, grinning like  a Cheshire cat, a ‘told you so’ smirk written all over his face.  I was going to stop him. I tried. I pushed his head away and told him that was enough but he just kept on. Licking all the way to the top of my cock. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip of my dick, then he took it all in his mouth, sucking, licking. Really teasing the sensitive tip of it with his tongue. I almost exploded right then. Fuck, Anne doesn’t suck like that. She hardly sucks me at all, just a quick lick if I deserve a real treat. But Danny, WOW ! His tongue was everywhere, licking all along the length of my cock, round my balls, even teasing my ass ! Anne would never do that in a million years. Then he was right back up at the top, taking my cock right into his mouth, almost making me cum. Somehow he had grabbed hold of my hands, not letting me push him away. I just had to lie there and let him suck me. He almost made me cum just using his tongue. I thought I was going to cum a couple of times: that I was about to spurt and fill Danny’s mouth with my hot sticky sperm, but he seemed to be able to take me right to the edge and then hold me there without making me cum !  And all the time he’s looking up at me with his evil ‘told you so’ smile and saying, ‘Shall I stop, straight boy?’ And I’m thinking "yes stop", but saying, “Fuck no, Danny, don’t stop,  suck me…”

I’m not sure how long we were doing that. It seemed to last forever, but it wasn’t long enough. Suddenly Danny’s on top of me, pushing his cock to my mouth, trying to make me suck him. He’s still got hold of my hands so I can’t push him away but I’m not having that ! No way am I sucking his cock, that would be gay ! Danny just laughs and slaps his hard dick across my face, smiling, whispering in my ear, “One day straight boy, one day…”, then he’s back down between my legs, sucking my cock again as I lay there, still shocked. Except now I’m thrusting up into his mouth, annoyed, wanting to fuck his face, to get even for him trying to make me take his cock. No, I wasn’t turned on ! I was just sort of angry. I’ve never had a cock pushed in my face like that ! It’s hard to say how it made me feel, sort of humiliated I guess ! I just wanted to get even with Danny. To really give him something to think about ! To show him he can’t just do stuff like that to me ! So I was ramming my dick furiously into his mouth, really letting him have it ! That did kind of turn me on…

Next thing, he’s at it again, twisting around, pulling me on top of him, still sucking on my cock and, I have to admit it, he’s good. Sex with Anne isn’t this hot. It’s got to be the taboo element. I shouldn’t be letting Danny suck me like this. We both know it, but he won’t stop. I want to stop, want to put an end to it, but he won’t let me. He’s reading my mind again. Before I can do anything to stop him he’s got his legs up around my waist, pulling me into him. He has one hand on my cock, one on the back of my head. Our faces touch and suddenly we’re kissing frantically, savouring the forbidden pleasure of male lust as his hand guides my cock into his tight arse and he’s begging me to fuck him, telling me he knows I want to do it, that he is tighter than any pussy, that I will never regret it.

And I do want him, I do want his arse, I want nothing more than to shove my stiff, aching cock deep into his hole and wipe that smile from his face, to show him what it really means to get fucked by a real man and not some effeminate gay boy.  So yes, I fucked him, really fucked him. Hard and deep and frenziedly, driving my cock into his tight arse, making him gasp and cry out, aware of him gripping me tightly with his legs, begging for it, telling me to do him, kissing me, biting my neck, pulling me into him, moving with me like an animal, sharing the lust. Fucking him was different to fucking any woman I had ever fucked: sex with a woman was slow and gentle even when it was fast and rough. Women are soft and rounded, but men are all angles and bone and muscle. Sex with Danny was hard and raw and masculine. His arse was tighter than any pussy. His dick was squashed between us, a reminder that he was no woman if one was needed. Fucking him was wrong. Taboo.

And somewhere in the middle of that fuck, things changed. I wasn’t punishing Danny anymore, I was enjoying him. I wasn’t trying to wipe the smile from his face, I was trying to keep it there, mesmerised by his sparkling eyes. We weren’t fucking, we were making love. The feel of sliding my cock almost all the way out of him, then easing it gently back in to his hole, sliding it deep, seeing the waves of pleasure roll across his face as I fucked him like that, well, it wasn’t like anything I’d experienced before. It was good and right, wrong and taboo, all in one. And I wanted more of it. I leaned forward and kissed Danny again, tenderly now, relishing the new sensations, the tight feel of his arse around my cock, his stiff dick between us, his strong masculine lips against mine. As we kissed Danny spurted, his sticky warm cum splattering over his stomach and chest, over me too, warm and wet and new. There was new look in his eyes, a look of pleasure for sure, triumph too. But something more. Deep down Danny knew he now had me, that this wasn’t just a one-off. He’d got another straight boy hooked…

Yeah, another straight boy. This hasn’t changed anything. I’m still straight, not gay. It’s just as Danny has always said, gay guys can suck cock better than any woman. There’s nothing wrong with what me and Danny did. We’re just mates. It’s just that, sometimes, we have sex. Just straightforward sex for pleasure. Nothing more. It’s just physical. He can give me what I don’t get from Anne. That doesn’t make me gay too, I still love Anne, still have great sex with her. It’s just that Danny lets me cum in his mouth, let’s me fuck his arse, does things Anne won’t. Sex with Danny is different, it’s not like I’m cheating on Anne and having an affair. Me and Danny are just mates. Friends that fuck for pleasure...