Boys Will Be Boys

I lived in a relatively small town in Canada. My best friend, Brian and I grew up from age three with him being a year and a half older than I. Our mother’s both single divorced and he and I only children, had sleepovers all the time growing up. Our mother’s thought it best since we had no siblings. One such sleepover when I was 12, he and I were looking at a catalog of bras, panties some sheer. We both cracked boners. He had already been masturbating for awhile and showed me how. We ended up laying side by side just holding each others hard ons. It really felt great having his hand around my cock. He started pumping mine until I ejaculated and I couldn’t believe the feeling. I did the same to him and he exclaimed how much better it felt to have someone else touching his erection. This went on for weeks until he found his mother’s 101 Positions book with photos. We were very excited at what we saw. Brian said we should try oral. I thought not but he insisted on blowing me. Well, the second his warm wet mouth touch my cock I was convinced. I could not believe how great it felt with he taking me to completion. It was all I could do not to make noise, waking up his mother. He beg me to do the same to him which seemed fair and I wanted him to experience this crazy pleasure. Anytime we had time together we would blow each other. That first night we came four times each to the point where it was painful and we were shooting dust. Eventually Brian spoke of anal. I was totally against it but he was prepared giving me a hand job, and sucking me to hard. He lubed up my cock and his own anus and told me to push my penis into his ass. He got into doggie style and I remember like it were yesterday the sight of the head of my penis pushing against his brown anus and then entering. I remember how fantastic it felt to pump my cock into his very tight hole. Hard to believe it could be better than a bj. I ejaculated in but one minute, instinctively thrusting my cock to its base. I removed myself and laid there in bliss. Brian rolled me over, slathered his penis in Vaseline and my arse and slowly entered my ass, he too living the unbelievable pleasure of the fucking thrust motion. I could feel his load pumping in my ass. Both our butts were sore but we were crazy about it. We laid there talking about the experience. When we awoke in the morning, the remnants of excrement was on the sheets. We freaked but Brian washed the sheets once his mother left for work and we learned that towels were to be used after that. We sucked and fucked often until the age where Brian got his first girlfriend who put out. He wasn’t interested anymore but once I had a girlfriend of my own, I totally understood with my missing the fun with him sexually, leaving me. We were friends until his passing some six years ago from cancer. He had four kids with his first wife and I married twice with two children from my first wife and one with my second.
Neither of us ever did it again with each other or anyone else. You see even though we were exercising what most feel to be homosexual sex, neither of us were homosexual. I and he never fantasized about other males, ever. We always got aroused looking at catalogs of women in lingerie, Playboy mags, talking about girls at school and yes, the 101 Positions book. We essentially were doing the same acts as heterosexual prisoners do in prison. We were satisfying a craving, an urge the easiest and best way we could. Never once did we caress, kiss or cuddle in our exploits. That would have been a turn off. It was all about getting our pipe off. It became like hitting a light switch. Example … We once watched the Seven Year Itch together. Marilyn Monroe stirred our wants and with that we fucked, came and then continued to watch. He was the best friend I ever had. We both kept silent about what we were doing and did, promising to take it to our graves.