I came across this site and was quite fascinated by the stories. I wanted to add my own, and found that there is no category besides "Gay" in qwhich to submit friendship stories of a homosexually indulgent nature. So I will just put it here.

The summer that I turned eighten, I had become casual friends with an older guy who was the lifeguard at the public pool. He was 26 and single. I was quite admiring of him, because he was good looking, had a sports car, was working and going to school to get his degree, and seemed to have this together life. Lots of times he would give me a ride home, and on a few occasions I stopped by his apartment. I had noticed a framed photograph in his place. It was of him and another guy. In it, they were sitting shoulder to shoulder to shoulder and looking chummy. He told me that his friend's name was David. After that, he mentioned his friend Dadvid a few times, saying how much he missed being back home(in Oregon), on the coast with him. One day when we happened to stop by his place, and when he mentioned his friend again, I remarked on how they seemed close. He admitted that they were, and he seemed a little reluctant to talk about that, but he confessed that the two of them were very "close" as friends and did like to share more intimate male-moments, although he said how either of them did not consider himself to be Gay. He said that it was just a very close friendship was all.

I was sort of intigued by the way he talked about it, and found the idea of that sort of closeness between guy-friends not exactly unappealing. At least in this ideal sort of way, even though I had never really thought about having a homosexually friendly relationship, and I supposed mostly because the opportunity had never presented itself maybe being the main reason. Anyway, after he admited that, it was kind of neat having shared that kind of openness and honesty, and the two us seemed comfortably closer. Like I said, I was admiring of him, and it was not difficult to finding those feelings allowing for a mild sense of attraction which I found interesting and kind of nice to feel towards another guy. A few days later I was over at his place, he said that he hoped I wasn't too surprised about what he had told me, saying how he knew that I wasn't Gay or anything like that. I told him that I wasn't Gay, of course, and said how I hadn't been shocked or anything. Even, that I thought it sounded pretty nice. He appreciated my being so understanding. We were sitting on the sofa, and we smiled at one another, and then we did this chummy embrace. It didn't feel at all awkward. We looked at one another and, because it seemed like something that was all right to do then right then, we did a small kiss on the lips. I had never kissed another guy before, and in fact I had never even tghought of that as being something that I might want to do. With him, though, it felt surprisingly nice and inviting. We did another small kiss, letting it be a liitle more generous, and the moment seemed quite romantic in this really wonderful all-male way. A few more small and very pleasant kisses were done, and then I went home.

Of course there was no way that I was about to tell my mother - or anybody else - that I had just kissed another guy. It just wasn't the sort of thing that you talked about. I still felt surprised with myself for having done that, but I also liked the fact that I had been adventurous and brave enough to have actually done it. It was two days later, after being at the pool, he gave me a ride back, and we stopped by his place. More or less having broken the ice between us like that as friends, we happily did a quite amorous kiss the moment we we in and closed the door behind us. It felt so great doing that together as guys, and I was very taken with it. We were both in shorts and shirts and flip-flops from the pool. Our flip-flops came off, and we sat together on the sofa and began to gently make out and enjoy ourselves. I was surprised, although not astonished, when I felt myself getting a considerable erection. I really liked how it felt having my penis hard like that with him. Apparently he was having an erection from this, too. I remember how he smiled at me, and casually and teasingly said how we could be more comfortable in his bedroom. The idea sounded good to me.

We got up and went into the bedroom. His shirt came off and so did mine. And then his shorts, revealing the siazable erection that he had, and my shorts came down and off to show him mine. We stretched out on the bed in each other's arms, kissing and letting our hands feel each other's stiff penis and balls. It was the first time that I had ever felt another guy, and it was so wonderful enjoying the freedom to do that. After a while, he tried sucking on my erection and I worked up the courage to try sucking on his. It was neat doing that as friends. We continued to make out and play around. Finally, being quite calm and matter of fact about it, he said that he wanted to put on a condom and take it a little farther with me. I was ok with that, wanting to experience what that would be like. So he slipped on a condom, and I laid face down on the bed. He proceeded to mount me from behind, very slowy and carefully inserting his sizable and very stiff erection into my butt. I tensed and gasped a little, and he proceded cautiously. It was more like discomfort and not really painful having my tight opening stretched like that, and to then feel his entire stiff length plunged fully into my anal sheath. After a few moments, I relaxed and it seemed all right, and very exciting, making my own erection enormously stiff. Slowly he began to gently slide in and out, and spent the next several minutes fucking me. I was amazed by both how physically stimulating this was, and by how emotionally pleasing. Like before, it was all-male, and I loved how it felt to experience that sort of masculine intimacy. He told me how nice it was getting to do this with me, how good it felt, and much he liked it. I told him the same things, as I grew more acustomed to the senation of his repeated insertions, entralled to have him making love to me as another guy. He told me that he was going to come, and then I felt him stop moving and knew that he was ejaculating deep isnide of me. It was fantastically thrilling, and it suddenly made me ejaculate. I had never experienced anything like this before. When we finished, we stayed naked for another hour, holding and cuddling and enjoy our naked time together.

After I went home, again I was surprised by what I had just done, but again I was also very pleased and happy that I had. The soreness that I felt was minor and a pleasant reminder of the togetherness. My mother wasn't home. So I got naked and had no problem in getting another erection just thinking about it, and I spent a good half hour masturbating it to a glorious climax in a kind of celebration of male sexuality and friendship.

It was four days after that when he and I had another loving session together. I had no doubt that I wasn't Gay. I definietly did not start thinking about other guys and finding girls a turn off. But I was pleased to discover that I could enjoy that sort of male-intimacy in a frienship. During the next month, we made love a number more times, and I got to experience making love to him several times, and even to delight in having him ejaculate in my mouth, with me doing the same to him. For the rest of that summer he and I enjoyed being secret lovers. It was so delicious romantic in ways that I had never dreamed of. Then, that fall he went back home and to school, and to his friend David. The two of us kept in touch for all of that next year, but as things go, we eventually lost touch after that. Looking back, than and now, I certainly have no regrets over having shared and enjoyed so many moments of male-intimacy. I have since tried to be with two other guy-friends. With one it was fun and all right - although never as good or the same, and therefore was somewhat disappointing, and the other was definietly a mistake that I should have gladly foregone. Still, I remain open to the idea that someday I might find that type of pleasure and satisfaction with a male friend when the time is right and the opportunity presents itself.