Pretending to be Gay

Everyone is 18 and fully consenting.

This girl wouldn’t leave me alone. She was basically stalking me. So, I told her I was gay. She said it couldn’t be true, so I grabbed a friend of mine, Miles who was walking by in the hall, and pulled him into me and kissed him. He was a few inches taller than me. He was a swimmer, and I had met him a few times at school. He was a big jokester and I assumed this wouldn’t be a big deal for him to go along with. We kissed tenderly and I grabbed his face. I even slipped in some tongue. I could tell he was stunned, and confused, but he went along with it and didn’t say anything. It was kind of surreal to feel a male body in my arms while I kissed someone. And he had plenty of muscles, especially in his shoulders and back. His thin frame didn’t show off how dense he was under his shirt.

The girl looked shocked, but she finally conceded. “Sorry, I… thought you were straight.”

“Nope, I prefer men. Miles is a regular fuck buddy of mine.”

I saw the realization in Miles’s face when he realized what I was doing. He smirked and wrapped an arm around me. “Yup, sorry Brittany. He’s mine.”

She walked away sort of in a huff.

“Thanks, dude,” I said. “She’s fucking crazy and wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“No worries,” he said as he raised a fist. I fist bumped him and he walked away. Not a bad first kiss with a guy, I thought to myself. 

The following Friday night, a guy in my class was throwing a party since his parents were out of town. She was there, and I rolled my eyes when I saw her upon walking in. Of course, she was drunk and came up to me, slurring and telling me she doesn’t think I’m really gay. She said a bunch of other girls had said they’d hooked up with me. She wouldn’t stop following me around and grabbing my arms, and I just looked around the room, as if someone would save me from this dumb bitch.

And there in the corner of the room was Miles.

I just pulled away from her and walked up to him. I pulled his head down to me and whispered in his ear, “I need one more favor.” 

He started laughing hysterically, remembering what I had done in the hall at school the other day. She caught up to me in a moment and started pulling my arms again. I just reached to Miles’ head and pulled his face to mine, and started making out vigorously. The dumb bitch started yelling, “You’re faking it! You’re not really gay!” But Miles and I just kept making out, even running our hands up and down each other’s bodies. I groped his ass, and giggled when he groped mine. I even reached for his crotch and felt his half hard cock through his jeans. 

I was always comfortable with my male friends. Maybe even a part of me wished I really were gay. I mean, guys give better head, right? And at this point in my life, I had only had very terrible blowjobs from girls, and gave probably worse head back to them when I ate them out. But, alas, a guy never gave me a boner, only girls did. So I was cursed to be straight and boring. 

But I had to admit it was fun making out with Miles. He was giving it back to me as roughly as I was giving it to him. He even held my ass and started dry humping my body. I was laughing into his mouth and he was chuckling back, all while the dumb bitch was making a fool of herself yelling at us. She drew attention from others in the room and they started booing her.

Someone yelled, “fuck off!” at her, and she actually left the party in a huff, walking off to who knows where.

I finally pulled away from Miles’ face. “Nice,” I said, and gave him a fist bump. “Thanks”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, smiling at me. We chatted after that and talked about everything. I realized that I wasn’t actually that close with him before. I only grabbed him in the hallway because he had a chill vibe and I assumed he wouldn’t mind going along with the joke. He told me all about his life before he moved to our town sophomore year. Apparently his dad was an asshole, and he and his mom moved out and came here. He liked our school and was really into woodshop class and made a bunch of cool shit. We made such a connection that I was just smiling and laugh my ass off every time one of us told a joke. Before I knew it, the party was filtering out and it was time to leave. 

We walked home together in the cool night air, and talked about people at our school. He mentioned that it was funny how no one cared that we made out for a full five minutes in the middle of the party.

“Yeah,” I said, “I thought at least some people would care.”

“It was like… no big deal,” he said.

“Yeah…” I said, just thinking about it. 

We got to his house. “This is me,” he said.

“Later, bro,” I said, and paused.

He looked like he wanted to say one more thing, but after a brief hesitation, just said, “later.”

I turned and walked away, smiling at how fun the night had been, even if I only talked to one guy. It turned out he was cool as hell. Even if I weren’t gay, I definitely had a hell of a man crush.

At school on Monday, I saw Miles in the hall. I saw his face light up when he saw me, and I’m pretty sure mine did the same. He stopped at my locker, and we chatted about how our weekends were. Then, suddenly he looked over my shoulder and muttered, “shit,” under his breath, and turned his eyes down to me. 

I didn’t even turn around. “Is it her?” 

He just nodded. I froze, ready for more drama and annoying bullshit from her.

Then Miles looked around, and his eyes stopped on the janitor closet directly across the hall from my locker. We looked each other in the eyes, and had the same idea. We made a bee line across the hall and quickly jumped into the closet, closing the door behind us. It was a tighter fit than expected. And we started laughing as soon as we realized what we had done.

“Why did you come in here with me?” I said, smiling at him.

“I don’t know, that bitch scares me,” he said back. And for some reason that was hilarious, and we were laughing again. 

Our bodies were pressed together. Our legs were overlapping, trying not to stand on mops and buckets. Our dicks were pressed into each other’s hips. It would have been awkward if it were anyone else, but we had such good energy that it was hilarious. It felt like we had basically become instant best friends since we pretended to be gay. 

There was nowhere to even put my hands, and I ended up resting them on his hips. He did the same to me, and we just stood there like that, laughing and making gay jokes. After like three minutes, we decided she was probably gone. I ventured out of the closet slowly, peeking to see if she was there. The coast was clear. We had made it.

I breathed in the fresh air of the hall, and he came out behind me. He slapped me on the ass, right in front of everyone, making me flinch. And we laughed. We parted ways without a word and went to class. 

We saw each other in school the rest of the week, and never had a dull moment between us. Come Friday, we were eating lunch together in the quad.

“You wanna come chill at my place tonight?” I asked.

“Sure, I can come after practice.”

“Tight. You can eat at my place by the way.”

“Sick,” he said. The bell rang and we headed back to class.

—[]—

He arrived later that afternoon. It was exciting having him at my house. It shouldn’t have been, but I was literally just jazzed to see him again outside of school. He was as energetic as ever, and after dinner we went swimming in my pool. 

We got into the hot tub, and stayed in much longer than we should have. My parents had left for some party, and my brother would have been asleep by then. 

We joked about pretending to be gay, and how it was actually kind of fun. Our conversation got into how it sucks to be straight. We talked about what kind of girls we like, then what kind of porn we like. We were both vanilla, or to be more precise, “kind of into any random porn.” We both just clicked the front page of porn sites and usually found a decent video and just busted a quick nut to it. 

The conversation made me hard, and I was thinking about him jerking it. As if he read my mind, he stood up out of the water and showed his wet shorts sticking closely to his body, and he had a big erection, slightly bent and pressing against his left thigh. He laughed. My eyes went wide and I started cracking up. I stood up as well and showed him that I was hard too.

“This is never going away,” he said, poking his hard dick through his shorts.

“Same,” I said, adjusting my own but only making it stand out more.

“You look huge, dude. How big are you?” he asked me.

“Dude, you’re the hung one. That thing is gonna poke my eye out from there!” We laughed again, as usual finding the simplest things to be hilarious.

“Dude, I measured mine, I’m seven inches,” he said.

“No dude, I’m seven inches, you’ve probably grown since you measured it,” I said back.

Then, he whipped down his shorts, letting them fall into the water. I cracked up immediately. It was huge, sticking out in front of him, throbbing with the convulsions of his body as he chuckled. He grabbed it by the base and wiggled it. “Let’s compare then!”

I shook my head, like what the fuck am I doing? But I dropped my shorts as well. He walked up to me and we giggled as we put our dicks together, then put them side by side. His dick touched my body but mine didn’t touch his. He was definitely an inch longer than me, and his thickness was kind of insane. It was like a monster can. I reached down to put them next to each other for a proper comparison, and my hand didn’t even go all the way around it at the middle of his shaft. Instinctively, I stroked it a bit, as if to keep it hard. We both giggled, as I slowly stroked us both, and pressed the shafts together. I could feel the heat from his shaft against mine.

“You’re bigger,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said. 

There was a long pause.

“So,” he said, “should we… take care of these?”

“Well, I…” I said, pausing, “um… I do, owe you a favor.”

He chuckled at that, and I started rubbing his shaft with a firm grip. His breathing got choppy when I started squeezing the tip of it, and I felt the pre-cum lubing up my palm. Even though we were wet, I could feel the sliminess of it, and he produced a lot of it. He closed his eyes, and I jerked us both off for a minute, before he surprised me with a request. 

“Can you… tell me about how you jerk off?”

“What?” I said, looking up to his face. 

He kept his eyes closed. “Tell me again about how you like to beat it. Do you use lube or whatever? Where do you do it, like in bed or the bathroom or what?”

I paused, but kept stroking his shaft. He was being real as fuck with me, asking me to talk about some bizarre fetish of his, basically. 

“I, um… I jerk off before bed,” I said. I saw his hands turn to fists as he tensed up. 

“Yeah?” he said.

“Yeah,” I replied. Pause. “And… sometimes in the shower too.” He literally groaned a little when I said that. This was somehow weirder than all the pretend to be gay shit, but I thought it was cool that he was being vulnerable with me, so I stroked him further. 

“One time,” I said, “When I was jerking in in the shower, I was using conditioner to lube it up.” He moaned, and produced another glob on pre-cum for me. I went on, “I stuck a finger in my ass.” 

His body flinched when I said that. His knuckles were turning white as he started to tense up further. “Oh yeah?” he said.

“Yeah,” I replied, “And I’ve jerked off at school.”

“Fuck,” he said. 

“I’ve jizzed in the locker room showers like a hundred times,” I added. 

“Oh my god,” he said, his eyes closed and his face tensing up.

“Yeah,” I said, “even if there are guys in the next stall… sometimes my jizz drains down into their stall and gets on their feet.”

“Fuck I’m cumming,” he said quickly, as he opened his eyes and looked down at his fat cock in my hands. I didn’t even get out of the way. I just milked him onto my bare abs and let it run down to my cock and balls. I scooped up the cum with my other hand and used it as lube on myself, cumming quickly back onto his cock and balls. I held his thick shaft until he stopped pulsing, but he never went soft. 

We plopped back down into the water, letting the jizz rinse off of us.

After we caught our breath, we started laughing again, with nothing prompting us except the taboo experiment we had just participated in. 

“Cum in water is so weird,” he said. 

“I know,” I replied, “it just sticks to your skin like glue for some reason.”

“So weird,” he said.

There was a pause.

“So,” he said, “was that true about jerking off at school?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“That’s kind of awesome,” he said, “I don’t know if I would have the balls.”

“It’s easy once you do it the first time. Just do it after PE.”

Another pause.

“Why did you wanna hear about that, though?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said, “I’m not gay. But I’ve always had this thing where I like hearing about jerking off. It’s like a kink. I’ve always jerked off with my friends.”

“Oh, ok,” I said.

“Do you think it’s weird?” he asked.

“No,” I said, “It was cool, actually.”

He smiled, I smiled back. Soon we were laughing again, at nothing. 

“So,” he said after catching his breath. “You wanna… show me those showers at school next week?”