It was all just a chance encounter, the way things began. I held an online vampire role playing game you see and he was one of the players. With getting to know my players being my usual habits, I emailed him asking him about where he's from (country) and what he did (job? student?). I'm now 21, turning 22 years old and I have identified myself to be bisexual ever since I hit 15. I do not find myself handsome, although there have been those (other than my parents) who claim I am. I've had girlfriends and two boyfriends and when I met Irwin, I was not expecting anything to happen. But after the fated email, we discovered we both were from the same country and had mutual friends in a nearby subdivision. Before you knew it, we were close friends who phoned each other every night and nearly hung around every weekend. I'd either sleep over in his place or he'd in mine. After knowing him for quite some time, I decided I should be honest. So with a straight face and a nervous laugh, I told him I was bisexual and he simply smiled and told me it was okay. Turns out, he was raised in Toronto for quite some time and was used to the idea of having bisexual friends. So the friendship continued to grow. Irwin was a short friend of mine. Although he was nearly 30 years old, he had a smile that beamed joy and innocence. He wore his hair short, had stubble tracing his chin and occasionally spoke with a hint of his Canadian accent peeking from between words. Although he was overweight, I found the extra mass and muscle to be stimulating instead of unappealing... and i must admit it surprised me. He had a smell that I could only describe as memorable, for it affected me in many ways. Note that his smell was not that of perfume or body odor. Rather it was more like a natural scent that crept slowly at you then tickled you deep within. Before I knew it, I was in love and I couldn't help but do all I can to spend more time with him. Soon, I began helping him (a man 10 years my senior!) do his paperwork for his office, accompany him home whenever he needs to stay overtime and be at his place (which was out of town in comparison to my place)when he left lonely. We'd be spending the whole night talking about roleplaying games, life, college, love, and sometimes we'd touch the issues of gender and sex and it was clear as crystal that he was straight and nothing else. There were times we'd be beside each other, our bodies sharing a warmth against the cold of night. My arm wrapped around his waist and him resting comfortably on his back. It would be moments like that I realise how special our friendship is with him being straight yet allowing me to be that... "physical" with him. One time I crossed the line. With the morning piss hard-on keeping me up and the sound of his breath near my ear. His scent struck he again and I found myself slowly running my hands up and down his chest. I looked tentatively at his face and saw him merely smile a bit but remain more asleep than awake. With passions flaring, I decided to try something unheard of for me: I began to run my hands down to his waist, only to pause an inch or two above the groin and slide back towards the chest. Every so often, I'd tease a nipple by running my fingers to brush against it gently. Another moan. I couldn't continue without consent. It was then I bent close and whispered to his ear, "Irwin, I ... I'm sorry but I want to... can I?" His response shook me and made me lust for him more. "You started this man, you’d better finish it!" So off went his shirt and with both hands running down his side to tickle his waist, I began to lick one of his nipples at a time. Occasionally, I'd hear him gasp and sigh, obviously enjoying it. On some occasions, he'd even push his body towards my mouth, wanting me to suck on it. But I'd play around a bit, licking then stopping only to lick again at a different part. When I noticed that Irwin had been moaning nearly constantly, I decided to up the action. My hands slowly trailed down the smooth brown skin of his stomach and once they hit the garter of his shorts, began to tease fingers into it. Again, he gasped, holding his arms against his face and grabbing the pillow underneath his head. I decided to suck hard on his nipple as I slipped my hands into his shorts. He gave a brief yelp then cursed, pushing his chest against my face. As my hands felt the silkiness of his satin underwear, I knew there was but one more step to go. My hands grabbed a hold of his shorts, planning to yank them away only to find Irwin assisting me in taking his shorts off. Soon enough, there was his erection, forcing against the white briefs with a strength that suggested size. I could see I was bigger than him, though both of us were small compared to the rest of the world. Being Asian, I guess it comes with the genes. When hard, my cock is 5 inches only, and on rare occasion, stiffens as much as 6 if really worked on for a time. His was most likely an inch smaller, but was harder than anything I expected. I licked my way down from his ear to his cock to hear him moan out again and grab the pillow he rested his head on with a grunt. I loved every sound he made. First, I sucked his cock through the fabric, my teeth gently biting at the hard cock. Then I slipped my hands in and held his cock with my hands. Irwin moaned again then tried to pull his underwear off. I stopped him, and continued to mash my mouth against his cock with his briefs blocking full contact. I knew this was driving him crazy and I wanted him to feel the anticipation rise first. When I noticed that his cock was already pre-cuming, and that it was soaking through the fabric enough for me to taste it, I decided to take the underwear off and start sucking him straight! I didn't want his cum to get wasted on his underwear! My mouth clamped on his shaft and I began to suck, my head bobbing up and down slowly, giving my tongue time to lick at the head and the small flap of skin at the bottom of the head every now and then. My hands continued to explore his body; one hand rubbing his chest and the other pumping his cock. He was breathing heavily now and I could smell the sweetness of his pubic hair as it scratch my nose with each pump. His sweat covered his skin so thinly it made every movement easier and lubricated. Soon, my hand found his asshole and I tested if he'd allow me to touch it. I brushed my finger gently against its ring and he moaned out loudly. I stopped sucking and wanted to ask him if I should stop but he continued thrusting his cock into my mouth and I decided to continue sucking. His ballsac was pulled tightly against his body now. I knew any moment he was about to come! I pushed my four fingers against his asshole, not forcing any in but giving the fear that one might do so and began to suck his cock faster and faster. My other hand went to his butt as he began to arch his body upwards to meet each thrust of my head. Soon, almost as if we were gay lovers who've done this hundreds of times before, we were moving in synch: my lips were running up and down the length of his cock, the taste of precum growing thicker. His sweat sliding down on to be, my hands fondling his asshole, his ass. His groans growing..... He came and I found myself pulling away just to see how hard it was. He came once, and it hit my head, sticking onto my hair. Another glob shot out and this time I decided not to waste any. My lips eagerly wrapped around his cock again and pumped his prick for all the cum it was worth. I never realised I was in for a bigger surprise. He came again, more globs filling my mouth while I sucked him and remained hard for another ejaculation. When the second wave started coming, I knew I had someone very special! We lay there on the bed, his gasps coinciding with mine. I lay on top of his stomach, my hands still running the length of his side. He began to laugh a bit then ran his hand through my hair. "I'm sorry," I began only to be interrupted, "It’s okay. It’s okay... it was great." And the funny thing is, we're the strongest friends ever now and until now I wonder if it'll ever happen again. He told me once that had he been gay, I'd be the first person he'd fall in love with. But I'm happy he's not. Makes our lived more interesting and special that way.
