Turning my best friend gay

This story is 100% true. I have wanted to share my experiences with my best friend a long time now. This is also the first story I have written. So, I’m not going to share everything right off the bat…I want to know if anyone likes the story before I continue into later encounters.

I am 34 years old now, the first experience I had with my friend Mike happened nearly 15 years ago.

I am happily married now, and would never do anything like this again because of the love I have for my wife. But I won’t say that I don’t fanaticize about the experiences I shared with Mike so long ago. I still think about the fun we had now and then, and find the time to masturbate thinking about him, replaying the scenes in my mind of some of my favorite times with him.

Enough about me…let’s begin. I wouldn’t say I was gay by any means, I loved to look at girls as well, probably more than guys. In fact, I came from a very traditional family, and I believed that homosexuality was wrong, and that I shouldn’t do it. Back then I beat off almost every night, fantasizing about girls in my school mostly, or random tourist girls that traveled through our small town during the summertime. Things began to change about this time though; I started to notice the guys in the gym, and especially in the showers. I found myself checking out their cocks in the locker room, then that started spilling over to the classroom. I found myself hoping that certain guys would wear shorts to, and I would stare at their bare legs just like I would stare at the girls’ legs in class. I found myself constantly checking out a group of about 6 or 7 guys, the popular kids in class. I can still remember the first night I beat off to one of them in my bed. Like I said, I beat off almost nightly, and that night I came harder than I ever had before. My heart was racing, I was shaking. I knew it was wrong…it was so exciting though. After that of course it became more frequent. I imagined Brady fucking me in the locker room, Steven bent over on a blanket in the grass by the dam, our clothes scattered in the trees, sucking Travis’ perfect cock with his boxers on, my hands cupping his round perfect ass, kissing David’s rock hard body while stroking is hard cock. Of course I couldn’t tell anyone about this attraction, I would be ridiculed and rejected, my life would be hell.

Oddly enough I didn’t fantasize about my friend Mike. Maybe it was because we were friends, maybe it’s because I resented some of those popular kids I beat off about and this was a form of payback for me. Whatever the reason, for over a year after I started beating off to guys I never beat off to the thought of him. That began to change after a while. We started hanging out more, we defiantly became closer friends during that year; he became my best friend where before we were just friends that occasionally hung out. As our friendship developed we were constantly talking about the girls that we wanted to fuck (and honestly neither one of us ever did). As we talked about these girls over time…of course these conversations became more detailed. We even talked about banging the same girl at the same time. You know how boys are…over time we started acting more perverted, testing each other’s limits of comfort when it came to touching, giving each other the “credit card” with a hand when the other bent over. We actually had a pretty perverted group of friends, always joking around about being gay, touching, grabbing, even some crazy games of truth or dare that led to something like licking a nipple or touching a cock through pants.