The Wingman E1 | My gay friend asked me to be his wingman

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“We always go to a straight club,” Kyle says. “I’m tired of playing wingman.”

Kyle’s my best friend who is practically my brother. We were in the same class in kindergarten and our moms became fast friends. The rest is history. I don’t actually remember a time that he didn’t exist in my life. 

From the get-go, we were an odd pairing to be friends. I was one of the rowdy boys that got in trouble a lot for playing rough with the boys outside, and Kyle preferred to play house with the girls. The teacher probably made us sit together so we could balance each other out. Now here we are, in our third year of University, still as close as ever.

“We went to that gay club once,” I say while putting on my chain. “It was dead as fuck, don’t you remember?”

“That was like two years ago. It’s supposed to be a lot more fun these days. Please?” Kyle meticulously moves every strand of hair on his head in the right place.

“Alright, but if anybody grabs my ass, I’m out of there.” 

“Don’t worry Curtis, I’ll protect you.”

Kyle couldn’t protect himself from a chihuahua unless it was some drag queen lip sync battle. I sat on his bed while he finished getting ready.

It was indeed more lively at the gay club this time around, but it still didn’t take very long at the door for us to get in. It was a sausage fest, with one group of girls looking like they’re celebrating a bachelorette’s party in the corner of the dance floor. 

“Should I try?” I say to Kyle.

“What?!” he shouts back. He’s barely focused on my words as he scans all the guys in the club quickly. 

“SHOULD I TRY?!” I shout in his ear, pointing at the group of girls.

“DO YOU WANT TO GET KICKED IN THE NUTS?” he shouts back. “YOU’RE MY WINGMAN TONIGHT.” I wave him off and go to the bar to grab a beer while Kyle heads to the dance floor. I think it’s Whitney Houston that’s playing. He looks happy in this environment and actually amongst the other gays, he actually fits in.

A skinny but tall guy comes up to me and says something but I can’t make it out with the loud music. I cock my head towards him and he sits in the empty seat next to me.

“Here alone?”

“No, I’m with my friend there.” I point vaguely at Kyle having the time of his life showing off his dance moves. 

“Boyfriend?” 

I shake my head at him and he raises his glass to cheers with me. He leans back against the bar and then turns to me again. 

“You’re cute,” he says in my ear. 

“Oh thanks man, but I don’t swing that way,” I say back and raise my glass to him again. He shrugs and clinks his glass against mine. 

“Which one is your friend?” 

“The one with the red pants,” I nod towards Kyle again. Just at that moment, Kyle turns to look at me and waves at me to come join him. 

“He’s cute too,” the man says. 

“Well, let’s go join him then.” I finish off my drink and put it on the counter. We go join Kyle on the dance floor and dance in a triangle formation to some type of hyperpop music. I’m not a big dancer as it is, but I stayed by their sides as they started to say things in each other’s ears. 

Mission accomplished. My man’s getting laid tonight. 

After a while of this, Kyle comes up to me and I bend down to make out what he’s saying. He told me to follow him and the three of us headed off the dance floor and through the crowd around the bar. We kept walking until we went into the washroom, where the suppressed sound of the aggressive bass left my ears feeling full. 

“Do gay guys go to the bathroom together like girls?” I grab a piece of paper towel and wipe the sweat off my forehead. “It’s hot in there, isn’t it?”

They both stare at me in the mirror and then the guy looks expectantly at Kyle. Kyle then comes up to me by the sink and whispers while looking at me in the reflection. 

“He’s into you. And me. But he wants to know if you’re willing to play.” 

“Play?”

“It’ll be short. Just like something to get us going and then we’re going to get out of here.”

“Something short?” My ears are ringing so I’m not sure if I’m hearing right.

“Just let him suck you off, and then I’ll take it from there.”

“What?!” I break my eye contact with him in the reflection to look at him beside me, then I look behind Kyle to see the tall man looking nervous. “What are you going on about?”

“I haven’t gotten laid in so fucking long, Curtis. Just do this for me. You don’t even have to do anything. Just stand there.” Kyle looks at me with his pleading eyes. I took a moment to look at him and realize that he’s serious. 

I guess I’ll have to take one for the team. He’s always been there for me when I needed to score.

“Just stand there right?” 

“Just stand there.” Kyle breaks out into a big smile and nods at his new friend.

“You’ll be there right?” I ask him for reassurance as the guy smiles big too.

We head over to a stall where Kyle holds the door open for me. I go in first, then Kyle, and then the tall guy.  It wasn’t particularly roomy with all 3 of us in there. 

“What do I do?” I turn around to face both of them. “Fuck, I don’t even know your name.”

“Warren,” he says as he kneels down on the nasty bathroom floor. I put both hands against the stall walls as he undoes my pants. Kyle backs up into the corner while my pants come down. He’s seen me naked before. Like I said, after 15 years of friendship, there’s not much we don’t know about each other. 

I look straight at Kyle as a warm mouth swallows my soft cock, and Kyle stares straight back at me. A million thoughts run through my head as he pulls on my limp shaft with his lips and I see a million thoughts go through his eyes. 

What the fuck are we even doing? What are we going to think in the morn – Oh fuck, that actually kinda feels nice. 

“You like that?” Warren asks and I break my eye contact with Kyle to look down at him. I nod and flinch as he takes my hardening cock back into his mouth. Delicately, I put my hand around his head and gave him some encouragement on the rhythm of his bobs. 

Fuck

“Does it feel good?” Kyle asks. I look up at him again and see him still staring at me. I nod at him and open my mouth slightly as Warren goes deeper down on my shaft. 

Being tipsy always makes me want to cum quick. The way he’s sucking me with no breaks is getting me there too. The light thumping music in the background matched with his constant slurping is turning me on more than I thought it would. 

“Oh fuck,” Kyle murmurs. I open my eyes to see him watching the blond head blowing me. He walks forward from his corner and bends down next to Warren’s busy head. Stroking his hair lightly, Kyle looks up at me. The eye contact catches me off guard and sends a bolt of pleasure to my cock.

“I’m going to cum!”

“Mmmmmmm...” Warren moans while increasing his speed.

“I’m going to cum!!!’ I warn him again, looking straight into Kyle’s eyes. “Oh shit...Oh shit!!!!” I pull backwards as I reach the point of no return! I’m about to cum in his mouth!!!

Warren lunges forward to suck me more and I lurch further by instinct, blowing my wad inside his warm mouth.

“Oh shit!!!” I groan. I’ve never finished in a mouth before. Usually they pull off right before I cum because they don’t like the taste. “Ah..AHHH...AHHH!” He sucked me to completion as my sweaty palms slid on the stall walls. My cock felt fantastically sensitive surrounded by his warm mouth. “Oh…oh....stop...” 

“Mmmm...mmm...” Warren stops his movements and holds my twitching cock in his mouth. I look down again at Kyle, who smiles up at me. Warren lets my cock slide out of his mouth and he turns to Kyle. They kiss in front of my softening cock, tip dripping a gooey mess. 

Breaking up their kiss, Kyle looks up at me. “Thanks Curtis.”

You’re welcome?