I am now a thirty-one year old basically straight, single male. I had my first same-sex encounter two years ago. I do art work, and I rented a studio space in this art support center. There I met Randy, another artist, a sculptor. He was a couple of years younger than me. The two of us hit it off, taking about art and things. We got together to go out looking at various art galleries in the area and have lunch a couple of times. Then, one day, I invited him over to my place for dinner and a glass of wine. I have to admit that I really enjoyed Randy as a casual friend. He was easy going, nice, a good artist, quite down to earth, average looking, usually in jeans and sandals. I can only describe myself as pretty much average.
Anyway, he came over, I fixed us some dinner, and we sat in the living room on the sofa having a glass of wine, and talking about art and things. We both agreed that it was nice to have someone on the same wave length to talk to and be casual friends with. It was obvious that there was this really good guy chemistry between us, and we were having a good time together. While we were sitting there talking and laughing about things, like I said, on the sofa together, drinking our wine. We were both aware of what a good time we were having relaxing together. Nothing was going on, but I made the remark, referring to our sitting together like we were, how I was glad that I wasn't expecting anyone to drop by, because it might look kind of Gay. Randy saw what I meant, but he wasn't concerned about it, and said how two friends could be "friendly" is they felt like it withoput being Gay. Well, I didn't have much experience in having that sort of friendship with another guy, but I agreed, seeing his point. I guess feeling a little uninhibited about the whole thing, we slipped an arm around behind each other's shoulders in a chummy fashion, and we both smiled rather proudly. It really was quite nice, and we sort of looked at one another. Then, without making a big thing of it, we leaned together and we kissed. It wasn't exactly passionate, but it was decidedly very much between guys, and it felt quite nice. He liked it and seemed happy enough to do that, and so did I.
We did several more slightly amorous kisses which proved to be quite enticing and something of a mutual turn on. Randy remarked about how this wasn't a bad way to spend the evening - with a friend, and I got the distinct impression that he was definietly not opposed to between-guys closeness. I found that appealing. I agreed that this was nice, and we kissed more passionately, and we started gently petting as we sat there, revealing that we both had an erection. Having gotten started, it seemed a shame to stop there. I went ahead and opned the front of his jeans to baer his erect penis, and began feeling it. Randy loved that. He then did the same to me. Without really saying anything, we slipped our shirts off, and and then our pants and the rest followed. It felt great being nakedly aroused together like that. His hard penis was average (mine was just a little bigger, which I was proud of). I really liked how it felt to be holding his stiff organ and feeling his balls. Holding my hard dick in his hand, Randy leaned over to take the swollen tip into his mouth. The warm, wettness felt fanmtastic. He pulled back afrer a moment and smiled rather proudly. I tried taking his penis into my mouth, surprised by how easy it was to do that.
We kissed some more and were really getting carried away. He was sitting on the sofa and I was on my knees on the floor, stroking his erection. I played some more with his balls and, just to be teasing, I touched the tip of my index finger to his butt hole which was showing. Randuy grinned and asked if I was going to fuck him. I wasn't expecting that, and not even daring to think of going all the way. I said that I didn't have any condoms, and he said that he wasn't bathered by that, and felt safe with me ... if I wanted to. I was pretty turned on, and right then feeling very adventurous. He suggested using some hand lotion for lubrication. I went and got some, and slicked it onto my boner. Then, very carefully, with him still sitting on the edge of the sofa, I eased my hard organ into his butt. I no problem poushing slowly all the way in, and Randy had no problem with my penis doing that. He closed his eyes and moaned. I started to slowly slide in and out of his anal sheath, very excited by the idea that I was actually fucking him. That I was acutally fucking him as a nother guy, as I looked down to see his complete stiff penis. He moaned some more and told me how good that felt. I told him how good it felt to have my dick in him, and I continued to fuck him for maybe the next two full minutes. While I was doing that, he satrted to masturbate, rubbing his cock. Finally, he ejaculated. I saw the thick loads of creamy white semen squirt out across his stomach, and he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut even tighter. That made me so excited, that my boner ejaculated inside of him.
It was an intense orgasm, and it felt so wonderful and gratifying to be giving him my sperm like this.
When we finished, we kissed and we both agreed how good that had felt, and just how satisfying it had been.
Following our intimate moment of freindship, we enjoyed just being friends, and we talked about enjoying another moment like together again. Which we did three days later. Now, for this entire last year, we have thoroughly enjoyed being friends and male-lovers. This certainly has oppened my eyes and my mind to life I can vtell you!