Mike's story

As we cleaned up and got dressed, Mike very quickly laid out the rules for me. I was glad, because after all of that, I had no idea what that meant for our relationship.

"As far as anyone knows, I'm still a straight man," Mike said. "And honestly, I still consider myself a straight man, although I have sex with guys on occasion. I'm not really into dudes, especially gay ones."

He looked at me in silence for a moment and then laughed at the confusion he saw there.

"Meg is an exception, I've never been with a transwoman until her," he said. "Meg may have been born Bryan, but she is all woman. Every fucking inch of her."

By now Mike was almost fully dressed and took a seat to watch me finish cleaning his cum off of myself.

"I like fucking straight dudes," he continued. "I like how it feels when you take a guy who would normally not look at another man, a manly man, a man sure in his own masculinity, and you take his manhood. I find one at a bar, maybe he's at a weak point, his wife just left him, he's a little too drunk, and we end the night in bed together. Sometimes its just a dude who is sober but really horny. The best part is the look on their face when they wake up next to my naked body in the morning, the taste of my cum still in their mouth or their ass still sore from the pounding I gave them. There is a look they get when they really realize what they did."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I also didn't see how I fit into this plan.

"You would be surprised, I'd say more than half the time we end up having sex again or they give me another blowjob before they leave," Mike said. "But you...you're different. I've known you my whole life and until tonight, there has never been anything gay about you. But you aren't drunk. And even as I was cumming in your mouth, you wanted more. I'm pretty sure you wanted to go for round two and take it up the ass."

"I did," I admitted. "I still do."

"And we will, eventually," he said. "Its just different with you. You're my best friend, my brother. I love you, man. We've always shared everything, except my little secret. Hell, we even shared that cheerleader one time in college, with me in the front and you in the back."

"Allison," I recalled very vaguely. We had been drunk and she had been a slut. "How did we double team a chick and I had no idea you were hung like a horse?"

"Because you were drunk and passed out soon afterwards," Mike said. "She and I had sex at least three or four more times while you slept it off next to us. I even got your sloppy seconds."

"I had no idea," I said.

"Because I kept it that way," he said. "Until that night, I'd been a bit curious, but after that my mind was a little more opened to the possibilities. Two weeks later I picked up my first straight guy at a bar. I really wanted to have sex with you, but I didn't want to break you the way I did the others or ruin our friendship."

"This has been a recent thing for me," I said, quickly fabricating a small lie in my mind. "Ever since you showed me pictures of your cock, I couldn't get it out of my head."

He laughed.

"Just so we understand each other, its just sex," he said very seriously. "No romance, no feelings and no drama, just fucking and sucking. Could be a lot of fucking and sucking, but nothing else."

"I am on board," I said. "Totally."