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Hidden
by Aspiring Deviant (no address provided)

***

As two young men explore their desires for women they 
uncover a hidden desire. At first it is repressed, but 
eventually it becomes too much and they give in to 
each other. Spanning from high school to their mid-
twenties this story covers the struggle and eventual 
acceptance of their lust for cock. (MM, 1st-bi-expr, 
reluc, oral)

***

This story begins in high school, like many do. My 
best friend and I had a routine after school. We would 
literally run the three-quarters mile back to my 
parent’s house and head straight for my dad’s office. 
We knew we had fifteen to thirty minutes of 
unsupervised time on the computer before my parents 
got home. His parents wouldn’t come to pick him up 
until later. During that magical, short period of time 
we did something every high school boy does. We looked 
at porn. The only difference is that we did it 
together.

Now both my buddy and I are tall. Even back then we 
both cleared six foot. He ended up at 6’3’’ and I at 
6’5’’. He’s more of your dark, trim, olive skinned 
Italian looking type. His hair is almost black it’s so 
dark. Although he claims he’s all German. Eh, potato-
potato. His body hair would certainly point to one of 
the hairier ethnicities. I was always jealous because 
he had leg hair, armpit hair, chest hair, facial hair, 
and pretty much everything all before me. 

At that point it was safe to say he was much more 
developed into his body than me. While tall, I was 
gawky and awkward, not yet as lean and in control. I 
have a very mixed Caucasian heritage and ended up fair 
skinned with brown hair, brown eyes, and very little 
body hair. While his allure with the women lay in his 
hyper-masculine appearance mine was more in boyish 
charm. Aside from my broad shoulders, and later my 
musculature, I’ve always looked young.

That fateful day my friend and I sat in my father’s 
office basement on a hot spring day and enjoyed the 
cool air from the air conditioning while our loins 
burned. We started to watch pornography as we had a 
hundred times. Neither of us whipped it out and 
stroked in front of the other, but bulges were 
apparent and a stray hand would rub through shorts 
once in a while. We never touched each other though. 

On this particular day we took a break on the porn to 
chat with girls our age. The naughty intentions were 
still there of course. Eventually someone suggested 
that we blow each other if we were so horny. I can’t 
remember if it was a guy or a girl who said it, but 
the idea struck something in me. My friend ignored the 
comment. We ended up back on normal pornography after 
the girl hunt failed and watched some young woman blow 
a dude.

To this day I can’t recall where the courage to utter 
the words I spoke came from, but I know where it was 
rooted. Chat had planted a seed, but the ground was 
already fertile. I figured out pretty early on that I 
am bisexual, though I fought it off and on until 
recently. I love every inch of a woman. Every curve, 
every crevice, every luscious inch of a woman drives 
me crazy, but seeing cock gets me excited too. I’ve 
never had any interest in any anal play whatsoever. It 
turns me off. Nor am I attracted to the body or face 
of a man, but a penis is a different story. Something 
about a man’s genitals, soft or throbbing hard, 
excites me.

My friend commented on how “this is so hot” in 
reference to the blowjob we were watching. I knew I 
could trust my friend with anything and was completely 
comfortable with him, and I was horny as all get out, 
but the words I spoke seemed surreal as they passed my 
lips: “I know. It’s so hot I’d blow YOU!”

With a thrill and utmost terror all at the same time I 
thought I could see the words float over to him. For a 
split second that seemed like eternity there was 
silence. He stared at me stupefied. Then he played it 
off like any heterosexual high school guy would. 
“Dude!” He said with a grimace. “Why would you say 
that?”

I sat there, ashamed, not really sure of the answer 
myself. Had I seen something in his eye though? Some 
glimmer of recognition and longing? A kindred spirit? 
Before I could decipher he had snapped back into a 
protective, almost homophobic rhetorical question.

I shrugged and said, “I dunno. This is really fucking 
good though,” nodding to the porn.

Without another word we returned to watching the 
blowjob until we heard my father pull in the garage. 
Then we quickly flipped off the computer and turned on 
the TV. We didn’t speak a single word about the 
incident. I was terrified I would scare away my best 
friend, but he seemed unfazed as if nothing had 
happened.

A couple of weeks passed and I all but forgot about my 
homosexual whim. My friend invited me to spend the 
night and I arrived on schedule, ready to play video 
games and shoot hoops. We started with basketball and 
then went to the basement for some Goldeneye on his 
64. I swear that was one of the best games of my 
youth. Anyway, we played late in to the evening until 
his mother imposed a time limit. His parents were very 
strict. I showered first before bed and took the time 
to beat off while I was in there.

My friend had an attic bedroom and futon to boot. 
Elevated away at the farthest corner from his parent’s 
bedroom and completely across from his sister’s it was 
the ideal cave for a young man to hide from parents 
and maintain privacy. I threw on a pair of basketball 
shorts and stretched out on the futon for the night 
and watched as my friend disappeared into the light 
downstairs to take his shower.

Alone, in a dark room, already in bed I started to 
drift. It only seemed like three or four minutes 
before my friend reappeared. My friend liked to fall 
asleep to music so he turned on his radio to some 
random pop until his mother came upstairs to check on 
us and then left for the night. Through the cracked 
door I watched as her shadow disappeared down those 
stairs. As soon as she was gone my friend switched the 
music. He was into some Eminem at that point. A burned 
CD with several albums he had smuggled by his parents 
began to belch words softly. 

I always thought it odd to fall asleep to angry rap 
softly played on a stereo, but for him is was 
therapeutic. I imagine he drifted in to dreams of 
rebellion against his parents while Marshall Mathers 
whispered in his ear. The irony of that music wouldn’t 
hit me until years later. A homophobe rapping in the 
background while two young men have their first sexual 
encounter, how much more ironic does it get?

I had much more difficulty falling asleep with music 
so I lay there with my hands behind my head and tried 
to find sleep. My mind remained active as lyrics 
spewed though so I was wide awake in the dark. Late in 
the evening, when I was sure he was asleep and I 
hadn’t heard his bed squeak under his shifting weight 
in twenty minutes, he suddenly spoke to me. The night 
was calm and deep. Only the crickets and two young men 
were awake.

“Are you awake?” He asked quietly, his voice more 
timid than its usual confident bravado.

“Yeah.”

“I want to try it.”

Those five words, meaningless without context, were so 
simple and vague they meant nothing to me at first. I 
remained silent and in thought for several seconds. He 
probably thought I was asleep after all. Then it 
occurred to me what he was talking about. It couldn’t 
be I convinced myself. There was no way he would want 
to try that. He had to be talking about something 
else.

I had to be sure. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“What you said you wanted to do before,” he continued 
with a waiver in his voice “I want to know what it 
feels like too.”

My heart sped off like a sprint car and hammered 
against my throat so hard I swore it was going to 
suffocate me. I started shaking I was so excited and 
nervous at the same time. Our whispers in the dark 
were like thunder in my ears.

“Ok.” I replied. I had instigated in the beginning, 
but now he was in charge and I was dumbfounded.

“We can do it to each other so we both get to feel. 
And we don’t have to go all the way,” he was talking 
about climax, “and no kissing. We’re not gay. We just 
want to see how it feels.”

I didn’t care if I was straight, gay, or a goddamn 
dinosaur. I was about to have oral sex.

“That sounds good. We should get a towel though. You 
know. I don’t want the stuff in my mouth if it 
happens.” I contributed something useful to the 
conversation.

“Ok.” He replied.

We waited a few more minutes to make sure no one was 
awake before we moved. Those minutes were agonizing. I 
shook and trembled in the futon I was so excited and 
nervous. I was scared and thrilled. My body was 
confused. Eventually he climbed down from his elevated 
bed and stepped into the hallway to grab his towel 
from the hamper. When he returned he shut the bedroom 
door completely behind him.

He set the towel down and turned on a small desk light 
so we could see what we were doing. It was still very 
dark, but I remember his cock like I had studied it in 
daylight. We sat side by side on the futon for a 
minute and waited. I suppose it was last chance to 
back out for both of us. Neither of us wavered.

He was first to expose himself. His cock stood up so 
hard and hot it was as if he had stroked it up in the 
shower and then kept from unloading just for me. Too 
much time had passed though. This was a fresh hard-on 
and it really was just for me. He was solid as a rock 
for me. His penis was a little thicker than mine and 
the head swelled slightly larger, but we were about 
the same. I was about a half inch longer at full mast, 
but he had more girth and his penis curved upward 
gently. It was as if his erection was so intense it 
was turning his penis up.

I got down between his spread legs and imitated the 
porn I had seen as best as I could. I slid my tongue 
just underneath the head and tasted his cock. It was 
musky and a little salty with a hint of ivory soap and 
I fucking loved it. I hungrily wrapped my lips around 
his whole head and plunged it into my hot, wet mouth. 
With my hand first on his balls and then slowly 
stroking his shaft I sucked the head and slid my 
tongue all around it. 

I heard him moan softly when I first took the head of 
his cock in my mouth and teased it. Moving my hand 
back to play with his balls I took as much of his cock 
as I could. It surprised me how deep on his shaft I 
got. I never really had much of a gag reflex. I bobbed 
my head up and down and then pulled it out of my mouth 
and slowly licked from the base of his shaft all the 
way to the head. I repeated this procedure a number of 
times and when he grew close to orgasm he stopped me.

“I want to try you.” He said in a husky, almost 
panting voice.

I obeyed and sat in a position similar to his. Because 
I was so nervous I did not have as intense of an 
erection as him right away, but when I felt his hot 
breath my cock jumped immediately. His mouth was the 
hottest I’ve ever been in. I’ve been blown by a number 
of girls and only one had a mouth as hot as his. He 
licked and sucked and repeated everything I did to 
him. I was glad I had done so well because he was 
returning the favor. He didn’t go as deep as I did, 
but he sucked the head good and licked every inch of 
my cock. 

I started to near orgasm and was about to tell him I 
needed the towel when he stopped on his own. I had let 
out an “Ohhhhh” that I think threw him. He seemed to 
snap back to reality and quickly got to his feet and 
zipped up. Neither one of us had actually climaxed, 
but he was done. I could almost see the shame on his 
face even in the dark. Clearly receiving had been more 
enjoyable for him than giving.

I decided not to press the issue and, my erection 
deflated by embarrassment and his by shame, stretched 
out on the futon while he propped the door back open, 
so no alarms would be raised in the morning when his 
parents woke us, and climbed back up into his bed. 
Once again we didn’t talk. We slipped silently to 
sleep without another word. In the morning we awoke 
before his parents and I tried to bring up what 
happened, but he gave me a vague response and made it 
clear he was going to try and forget.

It wouldn’t be until many years later that our special 
bond reappeared with fervor.

*

Time passed and as it often does to friends it pushed 
us apart. After high school we pursued different 
collegiate paths and went several years with almost no 
communication. Then, after he got married and invited 
me to the wedding, we started hanging out again. I 
enjoyed spending time with him and his wife, because 
they were cool as shit. 

I would go over there and drink and play video games 
with him like old times and his wife would play games 
too. We had a lot of fun at that apartment. They fed 
me really damn good too. It was at that time that we 
really started to re-strengthen our friendship. We 
were always friends, but it had gotten hazy for a 
while. He and his wife were very open with sexual 
conversation and jokes and I loved that freedom. I 
didn’t have anyone else I could be so openly sexual 
with.

It wasn’t until I met my fiancé though that things 
really started to heat up. After she had won me over 
and I started introducing her to my friends it was 
only natural for couples to start hanging out. Once 
again we drank, played games, and had shit loads of 
fun. They were still sexually stimulating as well. 
They would have many a raunchy conversation with us 
and there was much joking about nudity within the 
group and other sexual activity. They even took us to 
the sex shop to buy porn and adult games with them 
which we later watched and played! 

Nobody really got naked and nothing actually happened 
though. It seemed the fun would end there. I was 
disheartened, but it was still exciting. Then I began 
to worry about my little secret with my friend. Did he 
tell his wife? Was that something I was supposed to 
share with my soon to be wife? It seemed it would slip 
out one of those nights and everything would grind to 
a halt. I was unsure and that led to fear. What if my 
fiancé was repulsed and left me?

For the first time since what happened I actually 
talked to my buddy about it. He had told his wife and 
she was okay with what had happened. Our exploring 
didn’t faze her in the least. Encouraged by my friend, 
and also a little excited, I told my fiancé and she 
took it in stride. She was completely cool with it. 
Society was certainly much more progressive than I 
thought!

With the weight of guilt, shame, and embarrassment off 
my shoulders that night years ago swirled around my 
thoughts uninhibited. It wasn’t long before I was 
extremely excited at the thought of sucking dick 
again. My friend and I, more open than ever thanks to 
our spouses, continued to talk about sexual stuff. 

Eventually I veered the conversations to hypothetical 
situations and halfway sincere jokes. The sex talks 
about our spouses and ourselves grew more intense and 
our fantasies spiraled. I shared other secrets with 
him I had never shared with anyone. Finally I came out 
and told him I was pretty much bisexual and still 
thought about sucking his dick.

No more was the ashamed guy I remembered. He wasn’t 
bashful about it at all. He was flattered and honest 
about how getting a blowjob from me still excited him. 
Knowing he wouldn’t get me in trouble and at worst 
would say no I asked him if I could do it again. The 
main resistance, on both ends, was that we didn’t want 
to cheat on our spouses. It wasn’t long until a time 
came when we were both too horned up to stop it.

Madden Night we’ll call it. Nothing says guys night 
like football and head right?

The previous evening we got pretty hot and heavy in 
our sexual conversation and I asked if I could come 
over the following evening while his wife was at work. 
The connotation was clear. At first the answer was no. 
Then as morning arrived and the day progressed he 
became receptive. Finally he invited me over.

Of course, we didn’t jump straight to business. Both 
of us were nervous and not sure if we were really 
going to do it again. So to break in to the evening I 
suggested we play a game. Before long Madden was in 
the 360 and our minds were put at ease. We were just 
hanging out like any other time, having intense 
competition the way we always did. I won the first 
game, but he disgruntledly accepted a second game. By 
half time I was pretty far ahead and I could see he 
was done and frankly, upset about losing. We’re 
usually pretty evenly matched.

I, the great friend that I am, offered to make him 
feel better over half time. Our eyes locked and time 
slowed once more. I had initiated the whole thing all 
over again. This time he said yes.

He locked the front door, drew the blinds, and then 
turned to me and asked, “How do you want me for this?”

I told him, “Just pull down your pants and sit on the 
couch. I’ll do the rest.”

My heart skipped a beat as he dropped trough right 
there and I saw his cock for the first time in years. 
It popped over his pants as they fell and was already 
hard as stone. It seemed he never had problems with 
slow erections. Later he would tell me he has at least 
a semi-chub almost all the time. I sat back on the 
couch and I watched as his penis first descended into 
itself as he sat and then poked up higher and prouder 
than before as he leveled out in his seat.

I couldn’t wait a second longer. I dropped to my 
knees, between his legs once more, and grabbed his 
cock virtually pulling him in to my mouth. I sucked 
hard and stroked his shaft while his head enjoyed the 
heat of my mouth. I wiggled my tongue on his sensitive 
underside and then pulled his dick out of my mouth and 
licked him from his balls to the tip of his cock. 
Using my hand to play with his balls I started to bob 
my head up and down, my saliva lubricating his 
throbbing member. As I went deeper I could feel the 
top of his cock grinding against the roof of my mouth, 
his curve pointing it ever upward. Finally I forced it 
back in my throat and deep throated him to the base. 

I took all seven inches of him down my throat and my 
lips met his pelvic area. I tried to slide my tongue 
out on the underside to provide him more sensation, 
but my mouth was too full. I pulled off for air and 
then stroked his cock while I licked his balls. I took 
them in my mouth one at a time and sucked, gently 
massaging each of them with my tongue. I licked and 
sucked and deep-throated over and over again. My mind 
was on nothing, but the bulging cock in my mouth.

Perhaps it was because I was so single minded, as I’m 
sure he was at that point, that neither of us had 
considered the orgasm or what to do with the resulting 
fluid. When he groaned that he was going to come I 
simply battened down and sucked his cock harder, 
acceptant of what I had wrought. With another moan I 
felt him shoot his hot load into my mouth, pump after 
pump. His come gushed out in an intense orgasm and 
when he was done I swallowed.

I hadn’t planned on swallowing. It was simply a 
natural reaction to swallow when your mouth was full 
of fluid. His come was hot, salty, and thin. I assume 
he had masturbated earlier in the day. I, on the other 
hand, hadn’t enjoyed release.

He pulled his pants up and stood in silence for 
several seconds as I adjusted and then pulled my own 
member out. Looking at his face I could tell he lost 
all his excitement and willingness with that load.

“I don’t think I can suck you man. I’m not ready for 
that.”

“It’s ok. I understand.” I continued to work my 
flaccid penis in my hand. “Can I have a towel? I’ll 
just work one out into it.”

And so, while he watched from his recliner, I sat on 
the couch in the same spot he had and masturbated. 
Aroused by having an audience I grew hard pretty quick 
and while I never achieved a full boner I did reach 
orgasm before long. I shot round after round of my 
thick, sticky come into the towel until my balls were 
empty.

The deed done we both cleaned up and returned to our 
video game, perhaps trying to regain some sense of 
normalcy. I’m not going to lie though, the rest of the 
night was awkward. We finished our game of Madden and 
maybe played one more. I’m not sure. My mind was 
blurry with a blizzard of confused emotions. I do 
remember that when I left I told him I would do it 
again and he simply laughed.

After we went our separate ways and that night 
progressed we both felt guilty and ashamed all over 
again. I had to put on a fake smile for my fiancé when 
I got home and pretend like we had a great video game 
night. I even kissed her with that mouth. His semen 
felt like it had condensed into a ball in my stomach 
and that ball burned. My throat and stomach tingled 
with a fire of remorse. Later I actually vomited 
several times in an effort to purge myself. My fiancé 
simply thought I was sick. The truth of the matter, I 
suppose, is that I am sick. But we’re all fucked up 
aren’t we? The story doesn’t end there though.

*

Weeks passed in that awkward state, but time was up to 
its old tricks again. Time changes everything. 
Eventually our normal conversations resumed and we 
started talking about sexual stuff again. Before long 
we were right back where we started. Guilt and shame 
had disappeared once more. In their place stood lust 
and raw sexual appetite. My friend became even more 
adventuresome than before and began to talk about 
blowing me.

We discussed 69, mutual masturbation, or even just 
jerking to porn together, but no matter what we always 
ended up focused on wanting to suck cock. Even he had 
been swayed by the tidal wave of hormones and really 
wanted to suck my dick this time.

Yet again we plunged into temptation and arranged a 
time to have some fun. It was another early evening 
visit to his home while the wife was gone. We didn’t 
waste as much time with normalcy on this particular go 
around. I sat in his recliner, he on his couch, and we 
quietly watched TV for only a few minutes. I suppose 
we were each mentally preparing ourselves and choosing 
our moves carefully. 

I fired up his laptop and found an erotic story I had 
written and posted online that I wanted to share with 
him. It was even more taboo than our situation and I 
knew he got off on the intense stuff just like me. I 
watched him silently read the story. His eyes flicked 
back and forth across the screen. Given his level of 
concentration I knew he was thoroughly enjoying it.

Sure enough, as soon as he had finished he informed me 
how hot it was and promptly pulled up porn for us to 
watch.

We settled on the floor together, our backs against 
the couch and the laptop in front of us. As two 
beautiful lesbian women kissed and licked and sucked 
and caressed each other’s lips, breasts, and pussies 
we both grew hard. My friend made the first move and 
unzipped his pants, revealing, as usual, a mostly hard 
cock already. I followed suit and pulled myself out, a 
little more work to be done before I was hard. I 
watched one of the women go all in and hungrily devour 
the other woman’s pussy.

As the intensifying show excited me my friend took 
notice. He grabbed my cock and started stroking it for 
me. I followed his lead and reached my arm under his 
to stroke his thick cock. The meatiness of his dick 
still excites me every time I think about it. I 
watched my slightly thinner penis grow longer in his 
bouncing hand while I vigorously pumped his dick. 
Then, without warning he leaned over and lowered his 
mouth around my cock.

I about exploded then and there. His mouth, as I had 
remembered it being, was one of the hottest ever 
wrapped around my cock. It was a sauna for my dick. 
The heat and moisture was mind blowing as I felt his 
tongue slide around my head. He hungrily bobbed his 
own head up and down without reservation. The cock 
fiend in him had been freed just as it had in me. 
Perhaps, since it was our third time, he had finally 
reached a certain level of comfort and acceptance with 
the situation. Either way it felt great and I didn’t 
last long.

Between my fiancé not being big on giving blowjobs, 
thus it had been a while, and the general excitement 
from the taboo of the moment I blew in mere seconds. I 
gave him warning, but still he kept his head down and 
remained latched on to my cock. So I came in his 
mouth. I felt myself pump jet after jet into his 
throat and watched in amazement as he swallowed 
without hesitation.

When I was finished he sat back down and resumed 
stroking is absolutely throbbing cock. I put myself 
away and immediately went to return the favor. Just as 
I had twice before, I sucked his dick. The angle was 
different and I was unable to go as deep. His balls 
remained tucked away under his boxers as well and, to 
be honest, that disappointed me a little because I 
wanted to suck and lick them again too. I pressed on 
and instead focused on slurping and sucking his head 
while I pumped his shaft up and down fast. 

He lasted much longer than I did, but finally 
succumbed just as my knees and back were starting to 
hurt. I accepted his hot load in my mouth and held it 
there for several seconds. I didn’t want to swallow 
this time. The feeling from before still burned in my 
mind. I instead went to the bathroom and spit his 
swimmers out in the sink.

As was routine we cleaned up silently and went back to 
normalcy. This time we played some hunting game on the 
Wii. Masculine eh?

The guilt and shame arrived on schedule, but were 
shorter lived. At first I told him no more. Somehow 
the roles had been reversed and I was the one trying 
to end our games. We couldn’t cheat on our women 
anymore. Time, however, continued with its same old 
tricks. In less time than before we were back to 
wanting to blow each other.

We have since come to terms with our desires and have 
given up the fight. Instead we have agreed that it is 
better to get each other off than to go unsatisfied 
and risk cheating with other women. Our spouses don’t 
know and we don’t plan on telling them because they 
still may find what we’re doing unforgivable and just 
as bad as normal cheating.

That’s not to say we’ve given up on getting them to do 
naughty things with us. Our couple’s nights go on and 
we continue to push the boundaries with sexual 
conversation, jokes, and nudity. My friend recently 
got an above ground pool and we got the girls 
comfortable enough to allow him and myself to swim 
naked at night with them, though they have yet to 
strip down themselves. I’d still say it’s a step in 
the right direction.

As of this writing my friend and I are tossing around 
the idea of a special fishing trip where we find a 
nice private area to fish and suck for an entire 
weekend. It was with his blessing that I wrote this 
story. I have high hopes that with our new found 
acceptance of ourselves we can continue on as best 
friends without shame and guilt. After all those years 
it seems we have finally come to terms with what we 
are and with any luck we will have struck a balance 
between the women we truly love with all our hearts 
and the desires that undeniably compel us.

END

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