We were young and experimental. He was my best friend, we’d had sleep overs for over a decade, camping trips, countless hours together doing stupid shit and laughing until we cried. And sometimes it would turn sexual.
It’s hard to explain. I’m not attracted to men, nor have I ever been. As far as I know, neither is he. But our friendship and closeness, our mutual trust, then throw in the hormones of two young men, and well, at some point things turned physical. It started with touching, a hand job, grinding on each other, daring each other to go further. It became somewhat normal between us, if one of us was horny we’d just fool around. There were frequent oral exchanges, but no other penetration and never to orgasm…
Until one day…
I was feeling it, we were in his room, grinding, dry humping, porking cotton, whatever you want to call it. I decided to pull him out, hard in my hand, so I dropped down and began going down on him. I started slow, pulling hard on him, as he laid back and let me. I began working faster, hearing his breathing speed up, I worked harder.