“Does anyone want to suck my dick?” Aaron* asked, breaking the absolute lack of sexual tension in the room with an entirely unsolicited invitation in typical former frat-bro style. It was 3 a.m. and we had just gotten to another guy’s house for an after-party following a night out in Downtown LA. It was one of those cinematic, main-character-energy nights filled with beautiful people, flowing cocktails, and the perfect playlist to get asses shaking. We’d all just met at a warehouse party with a hush-hush vibe that made it feel borderline illegal to be there. Crowds of attractive people filled each corner, dancing on each other and laughing. The underground festivities ended around 2 a.m., but we were all still wide awake and ready to keep the party going.
While Aaron’s question had the women in the room rolling our eyes, it didn’t go unanswered.
“I will...” piped a soft voice from the couch. We turned around to see that it was Shawn*, a handsome blonde guy wearing a basketball jersey and a backwards cap. Aaron looked at him, confused but also curious. Suffice it to say this wasn’t quite the response he had expected. In fact, I got the sense he hadn’t expected any response at all. But boy was he about to fuck around and find out.
“Yo, aren’t you straight?” Aaron asked.
“Yeah,” said Shawn. “Aren’t you?”
“Yeah...I’ve never had my dick sucked by a guy before.”
“And I’ve never sucked a guy’s dick before,” Shawn replied.
All eight of us, girls and guys, looked on in bewilderment, glancing back and forth between them like we were watching a ping-pong match.
Aaron unzipped his jeans and pulled out his fully erect, roughly 8-inch cock as if to say, “Ball’s in your court.” Shawn got down on his knees.
We’d all started the night as strangers and now here we were, spectators about to watch a supposedly straight, guy-on-guy blow job. Shawn hesitantly moved his face towards Aaron’s crotch. There may not have been tension in the room before, but now it was downright palpable.
Shawn leaned in, wrapping his mouth around Aaron’s hard cock. Aaron moaned softly as Shawn went to town on his shaft. For someone who’d apparently never sucked a dick before, he sure looked like a pro. Aaron, too, seemed to instinctively know what to do, gently playing with Shawn’s hair as his head moved up and down.
Meanwhile, I sat on a nearby chair and took it all in, getting turned on by the taboo of it all. A wave of erotic nostalgia washed over me as I recalled the first time I ever gave a guy head. The soft, buttery feeling of his dick caressing the back of my tongue. The saliva dripping out of my mouth as my tongue swirled around his cock. The feeling of deep satisfaction knowing that I was giving him pleasure. I squirmed in my chair in arousal as I watched this guy have his own “first time.”
What is “straight,” really? Aren’t we all at least a little gay? I wondered to myself. Listen, I was a little fucked up and the year was a little 2012, so that’s about as far as my profound reflections on the mutable nature of sexuality got that night. But the thing I was finally not just understanding but actually experiencing second-hand as this queer-coded scene played out before my eyes was sexual fluidity—in all its slippery, switchy glory. It was oddly beautiful to see these two “straight” men put their preconceived notions of themselves and their sexuality aside, to give in to their curiosity and engage in something so vulnerable in front of eight basically-strangers.
Shawn bobbed up and down on the hard cock between his lips as Aaron’s head tilted back in enjoyment. Elsewhere in the room, a third dick had emerged as another horny member of our party sat jacking off, watching the action. We all sat in silence, turned on as fuck as we watched a live, gay-straight porn scene unfold before us and marveled at the power this random display of dick-sucking had to turn a chill hang into something that felt more like a sex party.
The sun began to creep up as if it wanted to catch a peek at the orgy breaking out in this random apartment living room. I locked eyes with a new friend I’d made that night, both our mouths agape.
“I’m gonna cum,” Aaron said. “Do you want me to finish in your mouth?”
Shawn bobbed his head yes as he moaned with a mouth full of cock. Aaron climaxed in front of all of us, his back arching in the chair as Shawn gripped his hips, taking his very first load to the back of his throat.
As the clock struck 6 a.m., I slipped out to call an Uber. I figured the night couldn’t possibly get any better (weirder?) than whatever that just was. Time to turn in. I slipped into the Uber Pool in my black sequin dress and slightly disheveled hair, only to be greeted by a perfectly polished woman decked out in full boss bitch attire. She was headed to a job interview, she told me, politely pretending not to notice that I was ending my night just as she was beginning her day. And if only she knew what an eventful night it was. She may have been able to tell that I was still in last night’s outfit and there was still vodka on my breath, but somehow I doubt she could’ve guessed I was still wet from watching a straight guy suck another straight guy’s dick.
*Name has been changed.
