Love & Letters

Straight Guys Can Fuck Ch. 1

Me and Ryan have always been best friends. We grew up that way. Our parents were best friends and were always doing things together and going on vacations.

We told each other everything, and talked about everything as well. As kids, when we were alone, our favorite topic was sex. We compared knowledge and our fantasies. As young growing up boys we even experimented with each other. But as we grew older, and became teenager's we still could talk about it, and when we had sleep overs, we wouldn't experiment with each other, but we did enjoy beating off together at night while watching dirty video's on PPV channels.

I'm very straight, Ryan is too. But as we were used to jack ourselves off while Ryan was focused on the video on the TV, I was watching him, and thinking of what having sex with a man, specifically him. Would be like.

Ryan grew out to be a nice-looking young man. He worked out in high school, and played sports, and had a very hot hard body, that I saw while he wore swim trunks on vacations our families went on Together. I often found myself picturing his hot body when I was in bed jacking myself off.

I kept these feelings to myself, and still completely found myself attracted to women. I would never think about dating a guy, just fucking my best friend Ryan. Then, in our senior year of high school, our families took a trip to Virginia Beach. We would be sharing a room of course, as our sisters would be doing.

We had a very fun vacation. In the day I was able to watch him as we swam in the ocean. Watching his muscular body, and sometimes getting a glance at his tight ass if a wave blessed me, and pulled his loose trunks down.

Then one night, after everyone was asleep, and we were talking in our room quietly, our conversation drifted to the topic of sex, as it usually does.

"How far have you got with a girl." He asked me. I hadn't gotten very far. "I've felt a chick up before. And she gave me a hand job." I Lied, I really only made out with a girl or two. "Yeah well, I've gotten head, and I ate this one girl out a few weeks ago.

Of course, he had gotten farther then me. I didn't doubt he was telling the truth. He is a hot guy. Talking about this subject got me aroused on its own, as I looked at his cute face, and his nice chest. Which was not covered by a shirt in the hot Virginia night. "Speaking' of the subject, Mark, I brought a nice video along, lucky for us we got the room with the VCR." He stated slyly. He was right, our families rented out a big beach house, and we had the only room with the VCR. He got up, I couldn't help but watch his ass as he walked over to his bag, in only his boxers. Lucky I was under the sheets of my bed, because I already had a hard on.

He popped in the tape and we began watching a hot sex scene with a great looking blond with huge tits getting rammed in the ass by some big stud. I glanced over to Ryan, and of course, as was ritual, he was on top of his covers, openly masturbating his dick. Why not right? We were both straight. As he was fixed on the movie, I began watching his blurry hand swiftly stoking his thick 8-inch shaft. His cock was huge compared to my six and a half inchers. But we were friend's and I felt comfortable enough that, as I always did, I joined in, pulling out my erect soldier. Besides, he was watching the hot sex scene on TV, he didn't even notice I was transfixed on his sweaty nude body, his chest heaving as he laid back roughly beating his thick meat.

Not wanting to be caught in the act of watching my masturbating best friend, I turned my attention to the porno as I beat my shlong. But his image was fixed in my mind still. I hadn't seen him in the nude since we were 15 when we used to watch his dad's porno's on sleep overs. We had both grown more since then.

Then, as I fought to keep my gaze on the TV, I saw the hot jock, that was my best friend, looking over at me as he continued his relentless beating of his cock. I couldn't help but return his gaze. And I did, our eyes met, and he smiled at me... turning me on even more at the sight of the dimples that formed on his cheeks when he smiled.