When I was nineteen, my parents went on a month long business trip to Greece, and I got to go along. Well, they were busy, and I had lots of time to go around on my own. It was great seeing the sights, and I really enjoyed that. After being there for about a week, I met a young Greek boy my own age. The two of got to talking and hit it off. There was just this really good male-chemistry between us. I know that we were both a little shy about that. Neither of us were Gay, but there were these really warm friendly feelings of mutual attraction that were homosexually teasing and not necessarily unappealing. Well, we got together several times for lunch and just to hang out together, and we started to become quite chummy - touching each other's shoulder or arm, or putting an arm around one another. It was great. We shyly admitted that we really liked that, and one day we were over at his place, and we were feeling quite friendly, and we kissed. Instead of being anything shocking, it felt entirely natural, and we both really liked that. We started kissing some more, and needless to say we both found that to be quite a turn on. It didn't take us long before we were out of our clothes and naked on the bed in each other's arms. It was so wonderful touching and caressing, and it felt so satisfying to have an erection together as guys.
Although we weren't at all prepared for it, and didn't have a condom or anything, I had intercourse with him. I could hardly believe that I was actually fucking another guy, but it was so incredible being intimate like that. I cannot even begin to describe how good it felt when I ejaculated in him, or how satisfying it was to give him my sperm as another guy. He loved it, too. We spent the next two weeks making love almost every day, and it was so wonderful.
Of course my parents had no idea that I was having a male-affair like that, and there was no way that I could tell them about it. It was the same for Danny with his family.
Anyway, we came home and Danny I stayed in touch, writing occasionally. After a few months I dated as normal, and found that I had this desire to be with another guy. So I managed to get together with a guy whom I knew was Gay, we fucked, and I was so disappointed to discover that it was not at all the same as it had been with Danny. But I learned that I wasn't Gay, although I had discovered that sometimes guys can have some very intimate moments in their friendship without being Gay. I have very sweet memories of Danny. Maybe again, some day.