Stephen and Hal entered the party naked. With more than 400 naked men in attendance and everyone naked, pricks and asses were everywhere. It was the gated condo community's annual, beginning-of-the-summer, Nude Day celebration.

Although it was last place he wanted to be or to be seen, Hal had agreed to make an appearance at the Nude Day party to appease his best friend, Stephen. A gay-men-only community, the other residents suspected that he wasn't one of them, a queer, a faggot, a gay man. To prove once and for all to all the other residents of the gay community that he was gay and not a straight man hiding out until he got his life together – which he was, of course – he was pretending to be gay for Nude Day.

On arrival at the commmunity pool and recreation area, around which the festivities were centered, Hal went to the bar and ordered two beers while Stephen went to the buffet to fill his own plate and a plate for Hal. Hal handed Stephen a beer and Stephen handed Hal his food. To the trained eye, an obvious difference between the two men was that Hal surveyed the crowd of naked men from the waist up and Stephen surveyed the crowd of naked men from the waist down.

"I bet he's not even gay," said Anthony loud enough to be overhead. Always at the ready to start trouble, Anthony approached the two men looking from Hal to Stephen and back to Hal again.

"Trust me, he's gay," said Stephen overhearing what the troublemaking Anthony had said, but still paying more attention to his cocktail sausage than he was to Anthony’s current rant. The problem with Anthony was he just couldn’t mind his own fucking business about anything.

Stephen didn't much like Anthony. For that matter, no-one in the complex liked Anthony. He was an asshole – always had been and always would be. He was one of those angry gay men always looking to pick a fight and scurrying away after his mean words stoked a fire that was too hot for him to handle. You know the type, stir up the coals with a stick and then drop it and walk away when the fire was a raging inferno.

Stephen knew that Anthony was determined to get a reaction from him and from Hal, no doubt, and he wasn't going to so much as give him the consideration of a comment. If it was up to Hal, after Stephen told him how much he hated Anthony, he'd just as soon have punched him out rather than talk to that fucking asshole. Afraid his friend was going to punch Anthony in the face, Stephen watched Hal cringe when Anthony fondled, caressed, and squeezed Hal's ass, then reached around and took hold of his cock and slowly stroked it, while fondling the head of his penis with his fingers.

"Your behavior is inappropriate Anthony. You're being so rude," said Stephen without looking up from his plate of food. "You'd better get your claws off my boyfriend, before I scratch out your fucking eyes, bitch."

"If he was gay, he'd have an erection right now. Every gay man gets hard when I touch them in the way I'm touching Hal now," said Anthony leaning in to stick his tongue in Hal's ear, while looking from Stephen to Hal and back to Stephen.

"That just proves to me, Anthony, that Hal is faithful to me and not interested in a sleazebag faggot cocksucker like you. Not every man wants to be with a cheap whore to a slut like you," said Stephen taking the last bite of his sausage and slowly chewing, while holding eye contact with Anthony, not looking away.

"I'm not a whore," said Anthony in his effeminate voice. "I'm just a discriminating gay man that needs to try a selection of the meats offered before selecting the one I want," he said still holding onto Hal's semi-flaccid cock.

Taking the time to brush the crumbs from his gut, Stephen put his empty plate down, but held the cocktail fork in his hand, as if it was a knife, while giving Anthony a look that would make any man reach for a gun.

"If you don't unhand my boyfriend, I'm going to kick you in the balls so hard that your cock will come up through your mouth and your mother will feel the pain in her grave. Then, when you fall to the floor in pain, I'm going to take this cocktail fork, stab your left nut and eat it."

"You fucking Bitch," Anthony snarled at Stephen, but letting go of Hal's cock and stalked away, trying to be dignified in retreat.

"We heard what Anthony said about Hal not being gay," said Jim, with Tom and Martin flanking him, and talking to Stephen, as if Hal wasn't even there. "We want proof that Hal is actually gay and living here by the rules, otherwise he needs to leave," he said putting a hand to his hip, before finally looking from Stephen to Hal. "You know the bylaws, Stephen. This is a strictly gay community."

"Proof? You want proof that Hal is gay? You mean, like a gay license?" Stephen replied loud enough to make a scene and for pockets of men to look over at him. "I'll give you proof," said Stephen, falling to his knees and taking Hal's cock in his mouth.

This was something Stephen had wanted to do all his life: suck his best friend’s big beautiful cock. And now he was on his knees, sucking Hal's cock, really sucking him, and giving him the best blowjob of his life.

"Christ, Stephen," said Hal. "Fuck, man," he said running his fingers through Stephen's black, curly hair and pushing him back, but not hard enough to force Stephen to let go of the grip he had of Hal's rapidly growing cock with his mouth and hand. "Oh, my God," said Hal growing hard in Stephen's mouth.

"Yeah, that's all well and good, Stephen. Any man will let anyone suck on their cock to get off, but your sucking on Hal’s cock isn't proof enough that he's gay. It just confirms what we know already: that you're gay, and apparently Hal likes blowjobs. But then, who doesn’t?" said Tom.

"To be honest, as proof that he's gay, we'd more believe Hal was gay if say, he sucked your cock, instead, or perhaps bent over and took your manly meat up his backside," said Martin looking from Hal to Stephen and back.

Stephen looked at his lifelong friend in silence. The deep friendship between the two men that spanned twenty years, since they were in high school, began when Stephen first told Hal that he was gay. Gay or straight, Hal accepted him for who he was, not because he was a gay man but because they were best friends. They had been through a lot over the years and now their friendship was being tested again, but this time the pressure was on Hal, and not Stephen.

Hal had been married and divorced twice. This last one was expensive and very hostile, and the divorce made him hate marriage, and women, and relationships. Tired of being used, abused, and then rejected, he didn't think that he could go through another relationship with a woman. Twice burned being enough, he wanted never to get married again.

Deciding to live out the rest of his life alone, after his two wives had taken his houses and he had spent his savings on a divorce attornies, he had no place left to go, until he could bounce back and start his life over yet again. After going through his life savings, even having to cash in his 401K, he couldn't even afford a one bedroom studio unit, let alone a full apartment. If it wasn't for his best friend Stephen taking him in and welcoming him in his condo, he'd be just another homeless man out on the streets.

"Stephen. I don't know what else to do and where else to go. Please. Can I stay with you until I can get back on my feet and save up a little money to get my own place? After this last divorce, that cunt drained me completely, both financially and spiritually."

"Hal, it took you five years to rebound from your first marriage. You can't stay here for that long. ‘Paradise Found’ is a gay community and you're as straight as an arrow. They'd kick me out if I took in a straight man. Besides, with a concentration of artists, interior designers, graphic designers, fashion designers, and party planners in such a small community we're all in a frenzy of activity planning our Nude Day party."

"I'll go."

"What do you mean, you'll go? Go where?"

"I'll attend your Nude Day party. I'll pretend I'm gay."

"Pretend you're gay?" Stephen asked quizzically and then laughed. "You can't pretend you're a gay man. You can't fool these men, Hal. Just as they can sniff out a gay man, they can smell a straight man from a mile away," said Stephen. "There's no way you can pretend you're a gay guy, especially living in a gay community. These men aren't stupid and they won't like it one bit if you play them for fools. It would be like society kicking them in the balls just one more time when they see that you’re not gay but living here. And then I’ll be the one that gets a kick in the nuts as they throw me out for bi-law violations."

Going way back, the two men had a history that had cemented their friendship. When Stephen was gay-bashed and beaten to a bloody pulp, it was Hal who came to his rescue with a baseball bat and beaten the fuck out of the three attackers to defend Stephen’s honor and respect. It was the rage that Hal had, the rage that Stephen couldn't summon even to protect himself, the rage that made Stephen wonder if Hal wasn't hiding a gay secret in the back of his own little closet.

If Hal was a closeted gay man, that would explain his two failed marriages. Hal being gay would explain their very close friendship also. A gay dude in a straight man’s body? Was Hal in denial?

Of course, Hal was angry that the three men attacked his Stephen, but it was more than that. Hal nearly killed the three men, as if trying to annihilate the gayness within him with every swing of the baseball bat. Stephen suspected that Hal was swinging against and trying to ward off the feelings of love and desire that he refused to allow to surface, the feelings that he had for Stephen. Was this just a sexual fantasy Stephen hoped to come true one day? Stephen couldn't help but wonder if Hal wasn't truly a gay man in denial. Living together as best friends while hoping for more was the reason why Stephen couldn't turn away his friend and why he agreed to have him live with him. Stephen was hoping for a miracle. Maybe with him living with Hal, a relationship would develop and blossom, and that would help Hal to burst the bubble and come out; to free himself of all that pent up anger and resentment.

"He's not gay," said Anthony returning to stoke the fire and start more trouble.

Stephen couldn't believe it when Hal fell to his knees and took his cock in his mouth. Hal was blowing him, really blowing him. He had Stephen’s cock in his mouth and he was sucking cock with the best of them. Unable to control the lust he harbored for his best friend, the love that Stephen always had for Hal was evident in the immediate hardness of his cock.

Stephen put a hand to the back of Hal's head and slowly fucked his mouth before he really started face-fucking his best friend in the whole wide world.

With a hand tightly around the base of Stephen's rather large fat cock, Hal stroked his friend, before really pumping his friend, while licking and sucking the head and first several inches of Stephen’s massive uncut cock.

"Jesus, Hal. Oh, my God. You're going to make me cum, baby. Oh, fuck, that feels so frigging good. I swear, I'll cum if you continue that. I swear I will."

"It's okay, Stephen," said Hal removing Stephen's cock from his mouth long enough to speak. "Cum, Stephen. Cum in my mouth and we’ll shut up that faggot Anothey once and for all."

"Oh, my God, Hal," whispered Stephen. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, baby. Cum, for me Stephen. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth."

"Geez, Hal. Blow me. Suck my cock. Suck it, baby," he said pushing on the back of Hal's head. Then, he grabbed his friend's head with two hands and really started skull-fucking his mouth and face. "Blow me, Hal. Suck my cock, baby. Suck it. Suck it good and hard. Suck the fucking cum out of my nut, Baby."

Stephen held the back of Hal's head and fucked his best friend's mouth, as if he was living his sexual fantasy of fucking Hal's ass. It didn't take Stephen long before he felt the tightness in his testicles as he felt them draw up and then his cock swelled a little more and then he felt as if it welled up from his curled-up toes.

"Cum, Stephen, cum for me," said Hal removing Stephen's cock from his mouth again just long enough to speak and then take it back in his mouth.

In a explosion, Hal removed his hand from Stephen’s cock and grabbed Stephen’s ass cheeks and pulled Stephen completely into his throat, deep-throating his cock on his first blowjob. Stephen shot everything he had into Hal's throat and Hal swallowed and swallowed while continuing to suck his best friend’s cock dry.

Then, when finished, finally, Hal stood up, put his two arms around his friend, and kissed him full and hard on the mouth. With all the passion that had been secretly growing and silently been denied for years, Hal kissed his friend, as if they were long lost lovers that had been separated during the war or were man and wife on their honeymoon. And then he broke the kiss and said softly to Stephen, “I love you so much!”

Then, in an inspired fluid motion, Hal spun Steven around, grabbed a dollop of butter from Stephen's plate and smeared it the length of his ass, before bending Stephen over and in one lunge sticking his cock up Stephen's ass.

"Geez, I'm convinced," said Jim.

"I wish someone would blow me like that," said Tom.

"I wish someone would fuck me like that," said Martin.

"Forget about the blowjob and the ass fucking. I wish someone would kiss me like that," said Jim.

"Obviously they're in love," said Tom.

"Obviously," said Marin.

The three men watched Hal push his cock into Stephen ass and fuck him. Finally, after Hal exploded his lust in his best friend, the two men embraced and kissed again. Stephen excused himself to use the men's room to clean himself up. Then, when Stephen returned, Jim, Tom, and Martin approached Hal and Stephen.

"Welcome to ‘Paradise Found’," said Jim shaking Hal's hand with Tom and Martin welcoming him to their tight and exclusive gay community.

Stephen watched Anthony storm away.

"Don't go away mad, Anthony. Just fucking go away," said Hal calling after him.

As payback that night, Hal climbed into Stephen's bed and rolled onto his back and asked Stephen to make love to him. It took some time, but Hal was able to accommodate Stephen’s rather large appendage up his ass on the first night. And Hal did enjoy being on the receiving end as well as the giving end of a big cock.

That was the weekend that Hal decided he didn’t need to continue his search for a new apartment. He was already home.

Oh yeah, Stephen told Anthony the story about the mad bat-wielding crazy-man Hal, and how he’d beat three men within a breath of their life for giving his lover Stephen some shit.

Anthony never bothered them again, nor anyone else at ‘Paradise Found’, for that matter.