2 years later after the breakup of my longtime girlfriend and the only serious relationship in my life, (as well as losing both of my parents over the last 3 years) I went to a bar where my 20 year high school reunion was being held. It was a small but nice gathering of about a dozen people and I chatted with classmates I hadn't seen in 20 years. The event started at 1 PM and virtually lasted till about closing at 10.
One friend I knew that I hadn't hung out with since those days we got along pretty well. We talked off and on about everything from what we were doing with our lives to our personal lives and we ended up being better friends. He even told me he was recently going through rough personal times as well. Once we all got out to the parking lot and all posed for group pictures, we exchanged contact info so we could hang out a bit more in the future.
He asked around if any of us could drop him off at home and I decided I might as well give him a ride since we both had a good time. So I did. We both chatted about mistakes we may have made in our relationships and how we can be more emotionally available and understanding with our relationships with women in the future, whether if we were to get back with our exes that we clearly both still cared about of with someone new and just as special. Obviously this confirmed we were both straight.
We got to the complex where he lived and I moved the car to a stall where we can wrap up our conversation and say goodbye. We ended with a best friend hug that lasted a bit since we both clearly needed the support which added to the joy of the wonderful experience with old friends we just enjoyed. Once that wrapped up, we were looking at each other and there was a vibe. After a moment, he finally asked me if I wanted to come in for a bit, and I said sure. We walked to his front door and went in. He closed the door and turned to me and reached out to hug me again and said "Thank you for listening and understanding." Which I told him "You don't have to thank me. I feel the same way myself." He smiled and reached out for me, held my hand with his other hand on my neck. I placed my hand on his hand and squeezed it and that was the moment we pulled each other close and started kissing with heavy breaths. We wrapped our arms around each other with even more passion saying "I've been needing this ever since we opened up to each other." He told me he had been curious for a while but only waited for the right opportunity. Clearly this was it. And I realized so was I.
He took us to the bedroom and started taking off my closed as I did the same to him. I reached down his pants to feel how hard he was and he did the same to me. We wasted no time taking our pants off so there was nothing between us as we crashed on the bed together.
His hands were all over my chest with his lips passionately kissing mine with our hard cocks rubbing together. It was clearly obvious he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He kissed his way down to my hard cock and licked and took my shaft in his mouth while I looked down at him. After a few minutes of bromantic oral sex, I came in his mouth, I pulled him up so I could kiss him and taste him. I was still so fired up, I wanted to repay him by tasting his cock.
He told me he wanted to repay my emotional comfort to him by fucking me before I told him "Please do baby!" He laid me on my back while he proceeded to go in me slowly. We both were eyeing each other and seeing the passionate reaction in our eyes. Then he really started to go for it. I told him I couldn't believe that a straight guy could remotely make love to another straight guy like we were, let alone old high school friends. He said it couldn't believe it either. We both assumed it was because we were still in a strange emotional stage that only 2 equally understanding souls could understand. In those moments, that's when we realized that love and understanding is beyond sexual orientation. That's when I told him to fuck me, and fuck me good. He did and he was grabbing my cock. I told him to kiss me and that I love the way he makes love to me.
We were moaning loudly in each other's mouth and making our lungs vibrate while we made love. Him fucking me and me holding him tight. I wanted him to cum in me. I told him we should've done this years ago. We could've helped each other out. That's the moment when he felt a bit emotional and fucked me so hard where he came in me. And with his hard cock deep inside me, I came again. We virtually came together!
Then in the moment after we climaxed and collapsed in each other's arms in a sweet bromantic kiss, that was when I woke up and realized that it was really all a dream. Then I felt sad because I had no idea who this mystery guy was. The one who made me curious enough to be with a fellow straight guy who knew what it was emotionally like to be what I've been through in loosing the ones in his life he cared about the most. But I will always have the fantasy to remind me hot hot, wild, intimate, sexy and passionate the whole thing was...
