The Litte Things

That was the first thing that lead me to realize that I was falling in love. He walked passed me and I caught the scent of the fabric softener on his clothes. I hadn't even seen his face at this point, but I turned and looked back to dozens of people walking away from me, and I found my target. I saw the end of a baby blue comb sticking out of his right rear pocket. It was all of these little things that I had never noticed about any other person that made my heart feel heavy in me chest.

I had few opportunities to interact with him and relied on a mutual aquanitance to bridge that gap. My God! He was beautiful. His name was Robert and I had often heard the term "breath taking" and thought it to be an exaggerated term of indearment, it's not. I would often find myself needing to take in a sharp breath of air to replace the life that he sucked out of me. I'd stand there and observe conversations between he and my friend. I looked at his hands and noticed that they too where covered with freckles. His hair was as close to being red as it could get while still being called strawberry blonde. Robert had a dimple on his right cheek that would appear and disappear as he spoke words that began and ended with the letter R. His lips where virtually wrinkle free and somehow remained seductively wet. I was in love for the first time in my life and I couldn't tell a living sole. 

I found myself searching the faces of other guys at high school. There where nearly a thousand of us and I knew that I couldn't be the only one in love with one of them. It was easy to spot them and it amazed me that the obvious signs had been there all along. I watched one guy standing in a group hypnotized by the guy who seemed to be leading the conversation. I saw that defeated gaze in his eyes as he looked at something so close to him, yet so unobtainable. I wanted so badly to just walk up and hug him and make him aware of what I had already come to realize. I'd save him from the fall.

"Don't waste your time, he can't love you back. It doesn't seem fair, but that's the way it is." I'd tell him.

As hard as I tried, I couldn't fall out of love with him. Once we became friends directly, it was impossible to stop loving him. 

I held all of this inside for two years as our firendship grew beyond a point where I could keep this big of a secret. At the same time, I felt that any reasonable person would know without having to be told. I didn't date girls, he did. I didn't talk about sexual conquests, he did.

My slavation came to me one day out of the blue. It was Robert who found the courage to set me free from the secret I couldn't bring myself to tell him. We were at the mall one day when I spotted a guy across an aisle at Macy's. He was shopping with a lady I assumed was his mother. I had last seen Robert going into a fitting room and thought I was having a private moment. But suddenly I heard Robert's voice behind me and what he said shot a chill to my very core.

"Do you think he's cute?" Robert said.

"What?" I said defensively.

"I'm sorry, did I stutter? You heard me." Robert said with a knowing grin.

I could feel my face turning red, and a burning sensation growing along the surface of my back. I also felt tears begin to fill my eyelids. Robert dropped the shirt he was holding on the floor and rushed over the me. I turrned towards a secluded corner of the store and leaned on a display of shirts. I felt Robert's hand come to rest on my shoulder. He was equally as apologetic as he was concerned.

"I'm sorry buddy, I wouldn't have said that if I knew this would happen. I just want to see you happy for once. You can't go on being in love with me forever."

I was surprised to learn that Robert was aware of my love for him. It was easy to hide at first, but I suppose that I stopped trying as hard to hide it. I didn't much care for his comment about me not being able to go on loving him forever.

"The hell I can't!" I said. "I just need to find the balls to cheat on your ass." I said with a laugh and it made Roberts laugh too.

"You have my permission to cheat on me buddy." Robert said. I felt a since of new freedom right away. It was out there finally and that fact alone was liberating. But I also knew that things would change between Robert and I forever. I just didn't expect it to unfold the way it did.

Robert introduced me to some of his friends without any concern over them learning about my sexuality. He also kept me clear of the ones who where less tollerant. That's how Robert came to know my friend Sharon. She was the first person that I uttered the words' "I'm gay" to. We met during my senior year of high school at the Tatget Store we worked at. She became a sudden fixture in the friendship between Robert and I. She set out to rewrite history and used her body, mind, and sole to do it.

I should have stopped her, but once I figured out what her objective was, I just remained nutrual and let what ever was going to happen, happen.

Robert was immediately taken in by her. That first night that the three of us got together, he interrogated me in the car the second after we dropped her off at her house. He said that she was "smokin'" as he put it.

"Dude, you ever seen her naked?" He asked.

"Of course! she's my friend." I replied.

"Does she have a big bush." Robert said and I could hear the sexual excitement in his voice. 

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean, you're not sure. Don't you look?"

"Well yeah I look, but she keeps it shaved down." I said.

That was the end of the conversation. Robert was quiet the rest of the way home and just kept tugging at his crotch. I felt sorry for his dick because I knew that it was going to sustain a violent beating the second he got home and safely locked inside of his bedroom. My cock got a more gentle beating the second Robert got out of the car. I was shooting cum all over the front seat and stearing wheel by the time I got to the stop sign at the end of his street. I was that turned on.

Over a period of months, Sharon had plotted and planned away. I just played along and became very good at it. Even when she'd say something outrageous and untrue. I knew when I was supposed to agree or disagree with what she was saying.

I was not oblivious to the fact that Sharon intentionally kept Robert at the threshold of the personal friendship that existed between us. She went out of her way to make it more exciting and open then the friendship between Robert and I. One evening Robert and I sat on Sharons bed while we waited for her to finish getting ready. We listened to music and chatted about nothing in particular when the bathroom door opened and Sharon peaked her head out from behind the door. He smooth round ass was visable in the reflection of the mirror behind her. Robert and I both saw it and Sharon obviously knew as well.

"Come in here for a second." She said to me. I looked at Robert and saw a surprised look on his face. I just got up casually and walked into the bathroom. I caught a quick glimpse of Robert as Sharon closed the door, and he looked sad and left out.

"Tonight's the night. Just follow my lead and don't fuck it up." Sharon whispered. Then she laughed and motioned for me to laugh, and I did. She told me that Robert was going to ask what she wanted the second I went back out there.

"Tell him that you where helping me shave my pussy and that you help me all of time." She said.

"What? I can't.....I mean....what if?" I said shocked by her suggestion.

"Just say it when he asks, Trust me." She said.

I went out there and I did my best to remain calm. I thought for a second that he wasn't going to ask. But I think he was waiting fo me to offer up the reason that I went in there, and when I didn't, he asked.

"Dude! She was naked. I saw her ass in the mirror and you just get to walk in there? What did she want." He asked with a jealous tone.

"I was helping her shave her pussy, that's all. You didn't think we were fucking, did you?" I said.

"That's all! That's all? You sound like you help her shave her pussy everyday." Robert said trying to keep his excited voice down.

"No! not everyday. Just like once a week" I said.

Robert seemed unable to understand how I could shave a pussy and not get turned on. I asked him if he would get turned on if I let him shave my cock. It was like a light bulb went on over his head. He shocked me when he said that he has often thought about shaving his dick and balls. 

"I'd probably get turned on if you shaved my cock" Robert said looked embarrassed to have said that.

I showed him shaved cock and his jaw dropped when he saw how good of a job I had done. Sharon came walking out just as I was putting my goodies back in my pants and she giggled, I could tell that Robert was slightly embarrassed.

"Oh how cute! Are you guy's having a dick size contest?" Sharon said.

Robert was quick to deny a dick measuring contest and ratted me out for showing off my shave job. Sharon walked up to us and grabbed each of our thumbs and inspected them. Then looked at Robert.

"Don't look so concerned. You'd win the contest. Not by much, but you still win." She said to Robert.

Now Robert and I both already knew that he had a slightly bigger dick then I did, even though he was 4 months younger. But we were both dying to know how she could tell that by looking at our thumbs.

Sharon held our thumbs together and pointed out the differance in the size of our thumb nails. She said that it wasn't much of an indicator for the length of a cock, but more for the thickness and size of the head. 

"So what were you guy's talking about in the bathroom" Robert asked. I was surprised because I thought I had convinced him. Just like a finely tuned swiss watch, Sharon came up with the answer.

"I hope it doesn't embarrass him." she said looking at me. "But your little gay buddy here is the best pussy shaver." She said to Robert.

Robert just shook his head. I think that he thought that I was making up a story, and I was. But he bought it hook, line, and sinker once Sharon confirmed it.

"I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear that you guy's where a couple." Roberts said.

Both Sharon and I laughed, but it's what she said and did next that caught me totally off guard. I couldn't believe what she was saying, and what's more then that, I couldn't believe that I was systematically agreeing to it. All of it. She was speaking mostly to Robert.

"No were not a couple. Come on! he's gay. I wish he wasn't because he'd make the perfect boyfriend, but I think that's why he's gay. He's just too perfect to be straight. I can go to sleep naked with him and know that I'm not going to get mauled in the middle of the night. Well, unless I want too." She said.

"If I feel like making out, I can count on him." She said and then crawled ontop of me and shoved her tongue in my mouth. It only lasted for a few seconds but you could tell that Robert got the message.

Sharon just kept on telling story after
"Once I told him that me and a few friends wanted to see what it looks like for a guy to jack off and he didn't even blink. He just pulled out his dick and beat off right there in front of us. Fuck that was hot!"

Robert looked shocked. "Fuck dude! You did that?" he said.

"Sure, why not?"

"He's the perfect friend. I call him my human dildo." Sharon said.

"What do you mean?" Robert said.

"Well if I in the mood to suck a cock, he let's me suck his cock. And when I get horny I don't have to go find some straight perv to satisfy my needs. God! he fucks my pussy so good. I often though it was an act just to get some pussy but I know that he's really gay. I can tell when I ask him to eat my pussy. I can tell that he doesn't like to do it but he does it anyway. Now that's a friend." Sharon said.

Robert looked shocked by what he was hearing. He didn't even realize that his own words where going to be the catalyst to make tonight a reality.

"I can't believe that this guy has fucked a girl, much less eaten a pussy. I feel like I don't know him at all anymore." Robert said.

"Show him gay boy." Sharon said. 

Robert and I looked over to find that she had pulled her robe up and was exposing her clean shaved pussy. I wasn't sure if she was serious, but then I realized the she wouldn't be there showing off her pussy if she wasn't serious. I was scared because had actually believed the lies that we were telling Robert and know I was going to really have to go down on a pussy. I had never even seen Sharons pussy before tonight. I just got caught up in the way she was slowly seducing Robert.