We met in 1st grade, but didn’t really become friends until our freshman year of high school. We had three or four classes together so we started hanging out daily. He was a good looking guy, about 5’10”, brown hair, perfect teeth, nice full lips and a bad boy personality that drove me crazy. He was average build, not skinny, not rock hard, just… thick, with some good meet on his bones.

We had gym together and I can remember watching him get dressed, taking off his street clothes and putting on his gym uniform. He had a little hair on his chest and tummy. We would stand there and talk as we changed and got ready to work out. Occasionally I would look down at his crotch to check out his buldge. He wore boxers, because he wanted to be like the “cool kids”, but as his best friend…I new underneath his boxers were bikini briefs. He didn’t want anyone to know that he like the way the felt and cupped his junk so he covered them with cool kid boxers.

We would go upstairs to the weight room and we would take turns spotting each other on the bench. He would always spot me first; I would hear him rave about which girl he felt up the weekend before or who he planned on banging this coming weekend. And then I would spot him. He was the quiet type while he was lifting, wouldn’t say a word. So I would just stand there and spot him….. And stare at his buldge. Gym was the last class of the day, so we generally wouldn’t shower; we would just go home and shower there.

We had classes together, worked together and it was getting to the point that I was spending almost every night at his house, even on a school night. Our parents didn’t really care. He lived in the basement of his parents’ house and my family had 7 people in a 3 bedroom house. It had everything but a washer and dryer. There was a couch in the living room but more often than not, I just stayed with him in his bedroom. We would sleep in the same bed. We were buddies… it didn’t bother us. We would sleep side by side, both in our briefs and t-shirts.

In the beginning I don’t think I realized I was falling for him. I wasn’t even sure I was gay. When one of us was in the shower, the other one would be in the bathroom too, shaving or brushing teeth or getting ready. It was a walk in shower with a slightly frosted door. You could see the images behind the door…but not super clear.

We would wrestle in his basement in our shorts and t-shirts, we would both get hard as rock while doing so. When we realized the other one was hard… we would laugh it off and stop call it quits. I remember being more and more attracted to him. After lunch at school, we would walk around outside, chat it up with people until the next class. We would always stop and pee before the next class too. Back in the day before they had partial walls separating the urinals… we would stand side by side, peeing. I could catch a glimpse of his cock or if he didn’t have to go, he would lean against the wall facing me and talk to me as he looked down at my cock.

There were a couple times that I can remember where we took things a little past friendship. The first time, we were sleeping next to each other, and about 4am I opened my eyes to him saying… “hey…. You awake?” I didn’t answer because I wanted to keep sleeping. He asked again and I didn’t answer. Then I felt him grab my arm and pull my hand down to his crotch. I had his buldge in the palm of my hand. I was so excited I didn’t know what to do. I laid still and let him have control. He moved my hand inside his briefs and then I could feel the warmth of his cock in my hand. He started moving my hand up and down, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I could feel him swelling up, his cock throbbing and then his warm cum spilled out of his cock, down his shaft and onto my hand. He went to the bathroom after that to clean up. I can remember bringing my hand to my nose and smelling his cum. From that moment I knew I wanted more. We pretended like nothing happened that night. We woke up the next day and it was business as usual.

The second time was about a year later; I got back to his house really late from work. It was about 1:30am. I walked into the basement and saw him sleeping in the recliner, with it kicked back. The TV was on, but it had been paused. The room was filled with silence and a bright blue light from the paused movie on the TV. When I got closer, I realized it was porn. I looked at my friend sitting in the chair with an empty bottle for tequila next to him, a blanket over him and his eyes shut. He was snoring and drooling, so I knew he was sleeping. I started to pull back the blanket to wake him up and realized he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt….. I pulled it back a little more and found out he was completely naked. That was so hot. I touched him on the shoulder to wake him up. I just got a groggy…. “Whuhhh?”. I told him it was time for bed and he said…. “ mmmmmmm”. I looked down at his cock and it was semi hard, and it twitched a little. I reached down and touched it and it instantly became erect. He didn’t seem like he was going to wake up so I continued to mess with it. I even leaned down and licked his shaft. This was the first time; I had ever messed around with a guy. My heart was pounding and I wanted more. I kissed his cock… and licked his balls. The feel of his sac in my mouth was unbelievable. The salty taste, the wrinkled skin, the manly smell, the pubic hair. He started to moan… I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth. I placed my lips around it and swallowed it until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little. I immediately realized what I was doing and stopped. This was my best friend; I didn’t want to ruin that. I stopped what I was doing, turned the TV off, covered him back up and went to bed. On the way to the bedroom, he said… “Thanks Kelly?” Kelly is his girlfriend. We woke up the next day again, as if nothing had happened. We spent the next two years dating girls (I pretended), drinking, working and making our way through school with C’s.

We had been through a lot over the past four years and after graduating we were going our separate ways. He was going into the military and I was going to Texas. We found ourselves getting even closer to each other and wondered what would happen after we graduated.

The night before graduation, we got wasted, just the two of us in his basement. We watched movies; listened to music and talked about shit we were going to do by the time we were 30. It was getting late, and we had each drank about 10 beers and 5 or 6 shots, we were tanked! We started to get serious with our conversations and when we would see each other next after graduation. We weren’t sure and that made us a little nervous and sad, without trying to sound like a couple “bitches”. I don’t know if it was the tequila, or graduation, or the fact that we realized we weren’t going to see each other again for a long time, but it brought us both to tears. We ended up passing out on the couch in the living room of his basement. I woke up about 5am and he was lying behind me on the couch, spooning me with his arms around me. I could feel his cock pressed up against my ass, although it wasn’t hard, I could feel the warmth from his body to mine and knew it was there.

I started to wiggle around to get off the couch without waking him up. I felt his arms get tighter around me and the wiggling must have aroused him because I felt his cock starting to get hard behind me. I started to get up and he whispered ... “Wait, don’t go”. I froze and just laid there. He started to rub my chest. His strong hand was going from one side to the other. I lay still, not knowing what to do. Then he started rubbing his cock against my ass, up and down my crack. He told me that he couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing me every day or going into the Military not knowing if he would end up in a war and never see me again. He reminded me of the night that he grabbed my hand and gave himself a hand job with MY hand, and about the night I found him in the recliner. He said that he did pass out drunk, but woke up when I started licking his cock and he wished I wouldn’t have stopped. He told me that he knew I wasn’t Kelly that night but was too nervous to admit that he liked what I was doing. As I turn around to look at his face, our lips were so close his reaction was to kiss me. This was the first time I had ever kissed a guy, I had fantasized about it a lot. To feel the stubble on his upper lip against my lips, to feel his big tongue exploring my mouth, to feel his soft lips swallowing mine… I was in ecstasy and love at the time. Our lips parted and we looked at each other for a moment, then I rolled onto my back and he slid on top of me. My legs parted and he fell down in between them. I had my best friend, on top me, in between my legs, his cock was hard against mine, the weight of his body was on top of mine, his eyes were looking into mine and then he leaned down again and kissed me.

As we kissed, we slid our underwear off. He moved his lips from mine down to my neck, then my nipples and kissed his way down to my shaft. By the time he got there, it was hard. He licked it and then smiled and winked at me. He swallowed my cock whole, in and out of his mouth. As he worked his way to my balls a shiver went through my body and by the time he spread my legs and touched his tongue to my hole my eyes rolled back into my head and my toes curled. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him onto my body. I kissed his neck and whispered into his ear “ I want to feel you inside of me”.

He kissed me deeply, spit into his hand, rubbed it on his cock and then placed it at the entrance to my ass. He slid it in slowly, gently and loverly. I could feel every inch entering my ass as if it was going in slow motion. The pain that I felt was subsided with passion. Eventually, after he inched his way in and his balls were pressed up against my ass, he leaned down again, kissed me, pulled out and repeated the steps. I could feel him swelling inside of me. His sweat was dripping on me, his motions were getting quicker. I knew he was about to cum and the thought of my best friends filling my ass with his cum, made me cum. As soon as he saw that, he let go and I felt the warm fluid fill my ass. With every pump into me another shot of cum. His mouth was open, his hair was soaked with sweat and his body was twitching. He collapsed on top of me, without pulling out of me. My cum was being smeared on our tummies as he laid on me. He looked at me, kissed me and told me that he was going to miss me.

My name is Scott. I am a 29 year old male who fell in love with his best friend back in high school and never admitted it until this day. Today, I am an out gay man and he is a married man with a kid. Although I still consider him my best friend and see him and his family about once a year, we have never spoke about that night, the night that he gave himself to me and sealed our friendship forever.