My Straight Best Friend’s Adult Circumcision Part V
It was getting near the holidays. So, we were doing a lot of social things — Christmas parties, cocktail parties, all of that end-of-year kind of stuff. One night we were at home and the place was really nicely decorated and festive. It was a Friday night and we were just kind of cozied up enjoying the warm house, some egg nog, Christmas music on the TV, our tree, and all of the joy of the season.
Out of nowhere, Jake said, “I know I owe you a lot of blowjobs.” I chuckled, and answered, “I wouldn’t say owe…” He said, “but, I know it’s something I haven’t done yet, and you do it for me all the time. It’s just that I’m nervous about it.”
“What part are you nervous about, Jake?,” I asked. He said, “well, to be honest, I’m not nervous about sucking your cock at all. In fact, I’m looking forward to it. I’m worried about when you cum. I’m afraid of the taste, and if I might gag, or even worse. I’ve never tasted cum, and to me cum smells nasty, and I’ve obviously never fantasized about tasting or swallowing cum.”
I told Jake that I understood. The truth is, I really did. I told him, “listen, I get it. And if it’s something you don’t want to do, you don’t have to do it. You don’t ‘owe’ me anything. Besides, you can try sucking me, and then just not swallow. You can either spit it out, or I don’t even have to cum in your mouth. It’s not a ‘requirement,’ you know?”
Jake said, “I really appreciate all of that. You are really very patient with me. I love you, Mike.”
Wow! He said it first! I wasn’t expecting it. I just asked, “you do?” He answered, “yes, I really do. How could I not? I can’t believe it took surgery to bring us together, and as it turns out, you would have loved sucking me just as much even if I never got snipped. I am the luckiest guy on the planet.”
He nearly moved me to tears. All I could manage to utter, and very shakily, was “I love you, Jake. I guess I always have.”
He looked up at me, and said “well, tonight is the night.” He began to unzip my pants, and I understood he was going to give it a try.
He had me undressed in no time, and he got naked, too. Before I knew it, he had my dick in his mouth. He definitely didn’t mind it. He didn’t grimace or make a face like he was grossed out. He was sucking my dick and enjoying it, and he was pretty good, too, especially since it was truly a first time for him. He only gagged a little bit when my dick hit the back of his throat. Jake looked amazingly hot sucking my cock. He had me really turned on. I had my hands on his head, and my fingers tangled up in his wavy blonde hair that I loved so much. I knew I would not last long in this scenario. I was too worked up. I was careful to not try to throat fuck him, though. I didn’t want to make this any more tough on him than necessary. I wanted Jake to be in control.
At one point when he was going steady up and down at just the right angle, he looked up at me. When his baby blues met my eyes, it put me over the top. I told him, “Jake, I’m going to bust, you should pull off now.” He didn’t. He kept sucking, and sucking. I began to blast one rope of cum after another right in his throat. He was swallowing. He didn’t skip a beat. When he knew I was finished, he pulled off of my dick. He had cum dripping from his chin, and he looked up at me like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. He asked, “so, how’d I do?”
I laughed, and said, “Jake, you even look gorgeous when you have cum dripping off of your chin. You did amazing. What did it taste like?”
He said, “actually, it tasted sweet. I liked it.” That surprised me. He went down to suck out the last few drops, and then licked his lips. Then, he came up, and laid under my arm, his face in my neck, a position we shared often.
So, another Friday, another amazing surprise from my favorite person on the planet. I had really come to love Fridays!
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Christmas came, and he left to go stay with his family, and I went to mine. I called to wish him a Merry Christmas, but he didn’t answer. I sent him a text. He didn’t respond. I understood that he was busy with family, and to just let it go.
The following day, I hit him up again. No response. I knew something was up, because we didn’t ever ignore one another.
New Year’s came and went. Nothing. I returned to my (our) house after the holidays, but Jake never did. I had been ghosted! A couple of weeks went by, and then one morning when I woke up to go to work, there was an email from him from the middle of the night with the subject header “confessions.”
It was a long diatribe about how guilty our relationship made him feel. He said he felt so wrong about it, and that his parents were very disappointed in him, and they told him how wrong it was.
Jake wrote that he “really wasn’t gay,” and that he wanted to get married and have kids one day.
I never saw him again. When we said goodbye before Christmas, we had said goodbye for the last time without our knowing it. Well, at least without my knowing it. I’m pretty sure his Christmas was spent with his parents convincing him to never come back to me, and to “just conform” and “be normal.” That’s how they were.
Even though his email to me would be the last communication I would ever have with him, of course I would still hear news through the grapevine because we did share a life, friends, and so much more for such a long time. Still, how bizarre. It was like he died. And so did I, on the inside.
Jake did go on to get married to a woman and have two kids — a boy and a girl. He’s been at the same job for many years, has gotten several promotions, and has even relocated to follow his career to higher levels in the company. He got what he said he always wanted: a “normal life” with a wife and kids.
Even though I still think of him nearly every day, I can’t possibly know if he ever thinks of me. We have no way of knowing what another person thinks. Still, I would have to imagine that there were times in the beginning when he was having sex with women when images of us would pop into his head, and I often wonder what impact that had, or even continues to have on him. I’ll never know.
I was bitter for a long time. I thought it was cowardly the way he left without saying goodbye in person. He was scared, and I understand that. I do hope he is happy.
The End
