The Cheating Fiancé

by: Hankster

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I came home from work one day, and I found my best friend, Steve, sitting on my sofa.  He had a key to my apartment and I had a key to his.  He was crying bitterly.  His head was buried in his hands and his body was racked with sobs.  His heaving body seemed to be interfering with his breathing.

Steve is straight and I am gay, but that has not prevented us from being good friends since middle school.  However, it has kept me alert.  I didn’t ever want to touch him by mistake, and risk giving him the wrong idea.  In spite of my resolve, when I saw the state he was in, I ran over and put my arm around his shoulder.  Steve raised his head and buried it in my chest.

I was in a state of panic.  “What happened?” I asked.  “Did someone die?”

Steve was engaged to my sister, and I feared that one of my relatives, or even my sister, had come to some harm.  Steve and my sister, Staci, were due to be married in a few weeks, and Steve had asked me to be his best man.

“She dumped me; your sister dumped me,” he cried.

I was relieved that nobody was hurt, but I was shocked.  Staci and Steve were so much in love.  I couldn’t believe what he was telling me.

“Why, why, why?” I screamed out three times.  I didn’t like this at all.  I looked forward to being related to Steve for life.  I have always loved him in that special way, but since I couldn’t love him physically, I wanted to love him like a brother.

“She discovered me cheating on her,” he whispered so softly that I wasn’t sure I heard right.

“What?” I asked.

“She saw me cheating on her,” he repeated.

I couldn’t believe my ears.  I didn’t even know how to pursue this particular conversation, so I stupidly asked, “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

He shook his head.

“Come,” I said, “I’ll take you out to dinner and you can tell me all about it.”

“I’m not hungry, Bill,” he said.  “Make yourself something to eat, and I’ll tell you what happened while you’re having dinner.”

“Fair enough,” I conceded.  “Let’s go into the kitchen.”

I hadn’t had time for breakfast in the morning so I figured that a couple of scrambled eggs with toast and coffee would be the easiest and quickest thing for me to make.  I set about preparing my “dinner.”  Steve sat down at the kitchen table.

“Talk,” I demanded.

“It was nothing.  It was all so innocent,” he began.

*****

Just yesterday, Steve rang Staci’s doorbell.  They had been invited to a house party, and Steve had come to pick her up.  When she opened the door she jumped all over him.  She rubbed hard against him until she felt his rising assets.  All the while she was kissing him passionately.

“Let’s not go to the party,” she said.  “Let’s fuck.”

“That’s very tempting,” he said, “but we accepted the invitation, and I have a cab waiting outside.”  Staci groaned, grabbed her coat and they ran out to the taxi.

They were the last couple to arrive.  Besides the hosts, Mark and Anne, there were four other couples and a single man in the apartment.  Steve was not acquainted with any of them except the hosts, and he was a little upset.  He hated to be at a large gathering where he didn’t know anyone.  On the other hand Staci knew everybody.  They were all friends of the hostess, who was her very best friend.

She took Steve around and introduced him to all the couples, but she didn’t know the single man either.

“I don’t know you,” she said to him.  “Have we met before?”  She held out her hand.  “I’m Staci and this is my fiancé, Steve.”

The stranger shook both their hands.  “I’m Charlie,” he said.  “Mark’s my first cousin.  My firm just transferred me to New York from L.A.  Mark and Anne have graciously put me up until I find a place of my own.”

“Great to meet you,” Staci said, and she hurried off to chat with her girlfriends. 

Like most parties, the women were all massed together and so were the men.  Since Steve didn’t know any of the men, and apparently neither did Charlie, he decided that he’d rather be one on one with Charlie than with a bunch of strangers.

“Since you don’t have to travel anywhere after the party, and I came by cab, let’s have a drink,” Steve invited Charlie.

“That’s a great idea.”

Mark had graciously provided a well-stocked open bar.  Steve and Charlie began to drink, and neglected to eat any of the food the hostess kept passing around.  Neither was a heavy drinker and before they knew it, they were both a little more than drunk; they were several sheets to the wind.

“You’re a very handsome man,” Charlie told Steve. 

Steve was embarrassed.  He looked around for Staci, as if he needed her support for something, but he never spotted her.

Thanks,” Steve said.  “You’re damn good looking yourself.”

Charlie took Steve’s hand.  “Come with me,” he said, and he led Steve into his bedroom.  His bed was covered with overcoats.  The hosts had used it as a closet.  As soon as they were in the bedroom, Charlie closed the door, grabbed Steve, and began to kiss him.  In Steve’s defense, he was too drunk to know what was happening so he did not try to stop Charlie.

Charlie undid Steve’s belt and pulled down his pants.  Steve wore no underwear.  Charlie fell to his knees and gobbled Steve’s cock into his mouth.  Poor Steve did not know what was happening to him.  He just felt so good, but he had no idea why he felt that way.  He just did.  Better yet, he felt an orgasm coming on.

At the precise moment when he started to spurt generously into Charlie’s mouth and on his face, one of the guests came into the room to get something from his overcoat pocket.  The door was wide open and everyone saw what was going on.  Staci screamed, and slammed shut the door.

Mark sent Charlie packing, and he went to a hotel.  Staci called a cab, and threw her drunken fiancé into it.  She gave the driver Steve’s address and told him to take the drunkard home.

Poor Steve, he didn’t sober up for several hours.  He was only vaguely aware of what happened.  He tried to call Staci to explain, but she kept hanging up on him.  He persistently kept on calling her, and finally she said, “I hate you.  Don’t ever show your face around me again.  Go see my brother.  I’ll bet he’d like to give you more of the same.”

The thought of having sex with his best friend never entered his mind, but Steve thought it would be a good idea to visit him and seek his advice and possible intervention with his sister.  When he got to Bill’s apartment, nobody was home.  He sat down on the sofa and began to cry bitterly.  He had no idea how he had come to this situation.  It happened so fast, and it didn’t seem that he had any control over his life anymore.

*****

After relating the story as best he could remember it, there was utter silence.  Finally, I asked incredulously, “You cheated on Staci with a man?”

“I guess I did, but Bill, I don’t remember any of it.”

“Do you remember how you felt?” I probed.

“I don’t remember how I felt exactly, but I remember thinking that it felt so good, I hoped it would never end.”

Now it was I who started to sob, and Steve’s turn to ask, “What’s wrong?”

“I have to confess something to you,” I sobbed.  “I have loved you since the day we met.  Every day I dreamed of doing to you what this Charlie guy did.  I wanted to give you more pleasure than you had ever experienced in your entire life, but someone beat me to it.”

“I was drunk.  It doesn’t count.  ” Steve pleaded.  “Why can’t I make you and Staci see that?”

I continued to cry, so it was Steve’s turn to put his arms around me.  He put his lips to my ears and whispered, “Your sister told me to come here for more of the same, and I’m sober now.”

I was stunned.  It sounded like Steve was inviting me to make love to him.  I placed my lips on his and began to kiss him like he used to kiss Staci.  To my delight, he began to respond.  At first I was afraid to advance to the next level, but I figured it’s now or never.  I began to remove his shirt.  He let me, so I opened his belt and took off his trousers.  I was pleased that he wore no underwear.  I didn’t have to check him out.  I had seen him many times before, but never hard.  He was cut and a good seven inches at the moment.  I was never self-conscious with Steve.  There was no need to be.  I’m cut also, and about the same size.

I fell to my knees and took him into me.  I couldn’t believe how hard he was.  I actually felt him grow a little more.  I sucked his cock for a while, and then I dared ask him how he felt.

“It’s everything you promised me it would be.  Please don’t stop.”

I resumed making love to him, and I heard him say very softly, “I think … I think ... I love you too.  I guess I always have.”

“Let’s go to bed.  We’ll be more comfortable,” I said.

“Great,” he agreed, “but you better the fuck strip naked.”

Once we were both naked, Steve was a willing participant.  Whatever I did to him, he did to me.  We enjoyed oral and anal sex that night, and didn’t sleep a wink.

If the past few hours had not been enough shock for me, what happened in the morning blew my mind.  We were both sipping orange juice, and Steve said, “I’ve got a great idea.  The wedding and the honeymoon are all paid for.  Let’s not lose all that money.  Marry me, Bill, and we’ll have a great reception and a great honeymoon in Acapulco.”

I jumped up and slobbered him with kisses. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

“Staci might kill me,” I ventured to guess, “but you’re her brother.  She loves you and she’ll forgive you.”

“Don’t forget, she told me to come to you for love, or at least for sex.”

“You know what?” I asked.  “Let’s find where Mark’s cousin, Charlie, is staying.  I owe him so much.  I’d like to invite him to the wedding.  I have a feeling none of our mutual friends, Staci’s and ours, will come, so we’ll have plenty of room.”

“Agreed, and no problem finding him.  He told me where he works.  You have so many gay friends, and he’s lonely in a strange new city, maybe we can fix him up.”

Steve took me in his arms.  “Bill,” he said, “I’m going to say something to you, and you’ll hear it a million times, but I’ll say it anyhow.  I love you, I think I always have, but I was too blind to see it.  Please love me back.”

“Always.”

*****

Steve took the initiative and called Charlie.  When he reached him, and Steve identified himself, Charlie started to blubber.

“I’m so sorry.  I don’t know what came over me.  I was drunk and you’re so hot that I just couldn’t resist.”

“Please stop crying,” Steve urged.  “You did me a big favor.  You made me realize that I loved Staci’s brother, Bill, way more than I loved her.  Bill just took my virginity, and taught me how to make love to a man.  Here, he wants to speak to you.”

“Charlie,” I said, “I want to thank you. You have no idea how much I am indebted to you.  I’ve loved Steve since we were kids, and now because of you, he loves me back.”

Charlie was speechless, but he managed eventually to say, “Wow.”

“Listen Charlie, I have a two bedroom apartment, and Steve is moving in with me ASAP.  I’d, or rather, we’d like for you to occupy the second bedroom, until you get settled.  I’ll take you around to meet my friends, so you won’t be lonely.  Who knows, one of the guys might be Mr. Right.”

There was a long pause.  I could tell that Charlie had become very emotional.  “Well?” I asked.

“I’d be some kind of fool to say no to you.  Of course, I’ll move out of the hotel and in with you immediately.  My stuff is all in storage, so it won’t take me long.”

I gave Charlie my address, and while we waited for him, Steve went home to get his necessities.  For the first time in a long time, I was not going to spend a lonely evening.  I was elated.

Two hours later, Charlie arrived.  Steve had already returned.  Charlie hugged both of us and kissed us both on the lips. 

“I’m so grateful,” he said.

The three of us spent most of the evening in my living room.  We were relaxed and happy.  Even though Charlie had a separate bedroom, he spent the night in my bed with Steve and me.  Charlie and I had the great pleasure of teaching Steve how to be a bona fide homosexual.

We three went clubbing on Friday and Saturday night, and I introduced both my house guests to a slew of my friends.  Many of them seemed genuinely interested in Charlie, and why not?  He’s a hunk.  By the time the weekend was over Charlie had integrated into gay life in New York City.

Steve and I were more than happy to do that for him.  We owed him everything.