Nothing Like The Moment,

We were teens and during the summer we spent the afternoon at the pool, unless it was raining, then we went to the afternoon movie. At the pool we had the lifeguards to look at, you know banana hammocks, at the movies it was dark and we watched the movie. One afternoon when we were at the movie we were sitting where we could see these two men, one put his arm around the other one, and the guy dropped his head into the lap of the other man. We watched while he gave the other guy a blowjob. The left, one and then the other, and we never did see who they were, the movie was dark and they wore baseball caps and sunglasses.

I was surprised when my friend said he would like to try it. We moved to the side of the theatre, in the back and he opened my fly and gave me a blowjob. He held my dick for the rest of the movie.

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Blowjobs, hand jobs, full body contact, butt kissing, and the best of the best, we enjoyed getting on each other with full penetration. Once we found some all purpose lotion to help that along.

The difference between the age of 16 and 21 is enormous. Blowjobs are long affairs, withholding the moment, anal digital stimulation, long sessions of making out and full body contact, culminating in the moment, when one of us turned our backs on the other one and we surrendered to anal penetration.

We aren't gay in that world. We are strictly personal. Our little world, where we can share the moment. We share an apartment but keep separate bedrooms. We got jobs after college and when the mood struck, streaming a movie, or just watching while the other one did the dishes. There were times when lust took over. There were times when it was two doves getting closer. One day we realized we had been working for five years. We went on a trip to Mazatlán in Mexico, borrowing a time share from a friend of my family.

The gay scene in Mazatlán is wild. Men and a few women. We went to this place that had naked waiters. We were told of this place where sex was in the open. We went to a party around a hot tub. We saw men in all their glory. Older men who brought a college kid for company, older men with older men, and some younger guys like us full of energy. A week went by so fast we were on the plane in silence remembering a week of sheer sexual energy.

Back in our apartment, sorting through some of the pictures, we had to ask the dirty question. Why would that man have a time share in Mazatlán, and why would he be so nice as to loan it to us? You think? And I turned over to enjoy the memory.