Some gay men, because of their career, family or community, do not have the option of "coming out of the closet," and I’m one of those men. I was always a closet queen, but I think Pete may have guessed my secret.

We knew each other since high school, we share many mutual friends, and he’s also my foreman at the construction company we work for. He’s big, strong, and very comfortable with being the boss, but very nice about it too. I’m much smaller than he is; effeminate by comparison, and because of this he’s always been somewhat protective of me, almost like the big brother I never had. We were good friends, but I would still never tell him I was gay. I didn’t think he would still be my friend if I did. After work the whole crew would often go to the bar, and I would pretend to be a heterosexual.

If there was no work the next day, Pete and I would often go to his house after leaving the bar to drink some more, snort cocaine, and watch porno movies. During the blow-job scenes I would fantasize about being the woman, and sucking on that beautiful cock, all the while still pretending to be a heterosexual.
One evening when we were particularly wired and staring at the on-screen sex, Pete announced that he "had to pull his cock." He dropped his shorts, pulled his shirt off, and sat back on the couch beside me completely naked. He began stroking the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was nicer than the cock on the screen, and bulging only a few feet away from me. Within a minute he demanded that I join him, claiming to be embarrassed, and explaining that he would feel better if I were naked too. He also pointed out that I had an obvious hard-on that was trying to rip its way out of my pants, so he kind of ordered me to take them off. Even though work was over, he was still the boss.

I was more than happy to strip, but being ordered to do so made me horny as hell. I sat back down on the couch next to him, and began stroking my cock, which was already hard. As I stroked mine I stared at his, and because of the drugs and alcohol, I didn’t care if he caught me staring at it. The truth is that I wanted him to catch me staring at it, because at that moment, I wanted his cock in my mouth more than anything in the world.

Well he did catch me staring, because after several minutes of slow stroking he said, "I see you’d rather look at my cock than the girls on the screen."

I gasped, blushed, and looked at him silently, and he smiled as he took me by the upper arm, and guided me onto my knees in front of him. We both knew that I would soon be sucking his cock. I looked up at him from the floor and he smiled again, and placed his hand on the back of my head. I pleaded "please promise me you won’t tell anyone about this."

He said, "be a good girl and no one will find out," while he pulled my face into his crotch. I wrapped my lips around his gorgeous cock, determined to give him the best blow job I could. He knew I wanted his cock, and he