I used to go to church twice on Sunday. We had a friend who would come to church, spend the day with us, and after evening service I would drive him home. He lived about half an hour away and was single. I asked him one time if he ever had any girlfriends, since he was in his 30's. "Girlfriends. Um, no," he said. "How about any boyfriends?" "Well, no, but..." he said. "So, does that mean you like men?" "I'm not really sure. I've thought about it a lot, but I'm kinda chicken, with the way the church is and all." I got really bold. "Ever have your dick sucked?" "No," he said. "You want to try it?" I asked. "I think I'd like to, some day." "How about tonight, after I get you home?" "You mean you want to suck me?" "Sure. Why not? It'll let you know if you want it or not." "Well, I guess so," he said tentatively.

When we got to his place, we walked in and he locked the door. I told him to take his clothes off, and at the same time I took mine off. His cock was already starting to stand up, so I told him to relax and sit on the couch. I knelt between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. He closed his eyes and put his head back. "Just relax and enjoy, and when you're ready to cum, just let it go." I only sucked him for about two minutes and felt him tense up. He started to cum. He had a huge load, and I let it shoot in my mouth and just run out, all over his cock and balls. I kept sucking, and within another couple minutes he was hard again. I pulled him a little lower so his ass was hanging off the edge of the couch and circled his asshole with my finger. "Ever had a finger up your ass?" "No," he replied. "Then, you're in for a real treat," I said, as I gently pushed a finger into his asshole. I finger fucked him as I sucked him, and he was in heaven. Before he could cum again, I told him to kneel down facing the couch and lay his chest on the cushion. He did, and I knelt behind him. My precum had lubricated my cock, and with his asshole already slippery from my spit I put my cock up to his ass and pushed in. He relaxed, and the next thing I knew I was fucking him. I was actually fucking my best friend. I was married, and he had never been fucked. Within a minute he was fucking me back. I could tell he was really getting into it, and I only lasted about 5 minutes before I started to cum. With my cock still in his ass I wet my palm and reached around. He was still hard, so I started jerking him off as my cock started to soften, but with each stroke of my hand I would thrust my hips forward. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck," he kept saying over and over. Finally I was able to make him cum again. Not much, but enough to know it happened. I pulled my cock out and said I better be going. "Next week," I said, "You're gonna get the chance to suck me." We enjoyed many Sunday nights together that summer, and shortly after that he came out, ostracized by the church and everyone else he knew. He never told my secret, but just kept sucking and fucking me every Sunday night until fall arrived. I still contact him every now and then, even though he moved away and is in a steady relationship. However, I'll never forget that summer, the summer he discovered his gay side.