My first experience with homosexuality must have been around eighteen years of age. Before proceeding with the story, I feel it is only fair to be clear on the fact that I am in no way a homosexual, nor am I bi-sexual in preference. I've always been a lover of boobs and hot wet pussies, and I have no hesitations indulging in the occasional volunteering tight female anus that comes my way, but that is as far as I am prepared to go. The sight of a male's hairy asshole is enough to make me puke and having another man's meat in my mouth is not my idea of eroticism. However, the incident that I am about to share with you was an incident of consequence, it wasn't planned nor pre-arranged in anyway.
My best friend of many years had an annoying habit of wanting to hold my hands or if we were sitting next to one another, he would casually place his hand on my thigh as though it was a normal thing all guys do. I tried to be patient with him and each time just pushed his hands away, occasionally punching him in the shoulder to show my displeasure in as friendly a way as I possibly could under such circumstances. This did not discourage him as I found that as we grew older, the bolder he became with his "advances". Finally, not being able to take it any longer, I told him off straight in his face that I was not comfortable with his style of showing his friendship and if he wishes to continue our friendship, he is to stop with immediate effect all of his nonsense. During that time, it occasionally occurred to me that maybe my best friend was actually gay but I would brush it off as ridiculous and impossible. Anyway, his little touching antics stopped with immediate effect and before long, I too had forgotten all about it, never giving it another thought.
We were both classmates for most of our schooling years and would share the same interests in sports, college activities and so forth. We would take turns to stay overnight at each other's house, sharing the same bedrooms each time. Nothing spectacular happened during our stay-over until one day when Mark (his name), came over and immediately wanted to go to my bedroom to show me something. It turned out that he had borrowed two issues of Penthouse magazines from his brother and wanted to show them to me. In our country, such magazines are hard to come by as they are banned from distribution and therefore were hot in demand and we indulged ourselves with them right up to dinner. When night came, we excused ourselves on the pretense of going to my bedroom to finish up our assignments. Safely in our room behind locked doors, we whipped out a Penthouse each and proceeded with our session of drooling at some quality looking boobs and pussies. It wasn't long before we both had a raging hard on within our crotches.
We were both lying on opposite ends of my bed, facing each other but oblivious to each other with our faces buried within the pages of the magazine. Suddenly, I felt my bed shaking and when I put my magazine down to investigate, I was surprised to see Mark busy wanking his fully exposed dick right before my eyes! He had his shorts and underwear pulled down to his ankle, with his left hand he was holding the magazine, totally engrossed in the picture of some horny bitch with a massive pair of hooters while the palm of his right hand was busy shafting the entire 6 inch length of his thick black dick! I was basically in shock at what I was witnessing. Admittedly, Mark had quite an impressive piece of meat. In comparison, my rod was longer than his by a full inch with relatively the same thickness, but his rod was pitch black and glistening with his pre-cum against the room lightings. He had a thick black bush of hair above the base of his dick and a pair of solid black nuts nestled beneath his shaft.
I was mesmerized by the sight before me and could not keep my eyes of his skinned knob. He kept shafting his rod in the palm of his hand, riding its entire length in a systematic and vigorous motion. Now, since Aunty May's moving to another town with her husband about a year and a half ago, I have been deprived of a good pussy except for her occasional visits to our house where she would stay a couple of nights alone while her husband is left in their house. I couldn't help get hot and horny looking at Mark wank himself and he noticed my reaction as a smile started across his lips. He motioned me to come over and as if hypnotized, I did as I was told. He took my hand and guided it over to his knob and I grasped it will rolling my palm across it, making him moan softly in pleasure. Without being told to do so, I took over stroking his penis with my left hand while at the same time massaged his balls with my right. His rod was hot to the touch and he was already quivering, close to shooting his load off. I continued to stroke it and before long his first gush of cum came jetting out, landing on my leg and the bed. I continued to stroke his cock, kneading his knob and balls while he squirm and quiver with a massive orgasm. He had a lot of semen to release and it was hot to the touch. I continued to stroke his shaft until it started to get limp before releasing it for it to get some air.