The last few years I've thought a lot about some naughty fun I had with my buddy Kevin back in my late teens. Today I'm married and in my mid fifties. I guess I'm basically straight, but I find myself fanaticizing more and more about messing around with guys the way I did for a short time back in my late teens. What follows is one of the things I did. I'll start with the fun my buddy and I had with girls back in high school.
My best high school buddy was Kevin. We met in our freshmen years and were pretty much inseparable for the next four years. We played the same high school sports and even double dated for the prom. Once we discovered girls we spent a whole lot of time finding ways to get in their pants. We'd take one or two girls to a drive-in movie or head out into the country to find a quiet place to park and neck for awhile.
Hell did we have fun in that car. Back then getting in a girl's pants was a real big deal. One girl I remember real well was Nancy. The word was she was easy, and man did we take advantage of that! Kev took her out first and she gave him a hand job on the first date. Remember we are talking 1960's and getting a girl to beat you off was a big deal. After a couple of dates alone with Nancy, Kev convinced her to go to a drive-in with the two of us. Holy shit our hands were getting in each others way as we had our fun with her. This girl had "hot pants." I mean she did all for us. We'd pick her up and twenty minutes later she would be sucking one of our dicks, playing with the other guy, while we had all kinds of fun with her. We were cunt hounds back then.
We'd talk about our sex escapades and joke about beating our meat all the time. But there was never even a hint of Kevin and me having even the slightest bit of fun between us back in high school. That all changed when we were both 18 and had just graduated from high school.
That last summer before heading off to separate colleges we both got grunt jobs. I worked with a landscaper and Kevin busted his tail working for an asphalt layer. This was hard hot work. At night we'd chill out by heading to the local outdoor public swimming pool and sneaking a few illegal beers. A couple of weeks into summer we were at the pool just after dark. Kevin was on the pool deck and I was swimming under water with my goggles on. Kev dove in and bingo his trunks slid down almost to his dick. He had a real dark bus. I had seen Kevin before in the locker room, but this time it had a strange effect on me. When he came to the surface he was cracking up, "My damn suit almost came of."
I said, "Kev I know it did too. I was under water. I saw it all. Hell you have a real bush!" I don't know why I said what follows, but I'm glad I did and it led to fun then and fantasy for over 30 years since then.