Kevin...my best friend

I was shocked to find among the responses to my post, one familiar face...my best friend, Kevin. The two of us had been friends since kindergarten, and we had been through a lot together, including the high school slut, Sharon, who we had tagged teamed after a drunken football party.

It was the closest I had ever come to being with another man, getting sloppy seconds on her tight asshole in the backseat of Kevin's Oldsmobile while he stood outside and smoked a joint. After i had cummed in her ass, she'd taken turns sucking us off. His cock was bigger than mine. A little bigger than average, maybe, but by no means a monster.

Kevin was married with three kids. We still talked on the phone regularly, and got together once a month to drink beer and watch sports. I'd had no more idea that he was bicurious than he'd had about me.

His profile included a head shot, as well as a picture of him with his shirt off, showing off his fit body and tattoos. There was also a picture of him in tight boxer briefs, the buldge of his cock visible through the fabric.

I curiously scrolled through his message, not believing what i was reading. He was a married, bicurious top. He had fantasized about being with a man since he was in high school, but had always been to afraid to act on it.

"I just blew a load looking at the pics of your virgin ass. I would love to meet up and see how things fit together. I am just looking for something casual. NSA. I am married and intend to stay that way, looking for someone similar. Hit me back if you're interested."

I suddenly realized i had a throbbing hardon.

I wanted to write back and set up a meeting right away, but i also thought that maybe I should play it cool. If i popped something like this on him suddenly, it might back fire. Then i thought about our friendship and considered not responding at all.