Best Friends

I lived in a semi-rural area (this was 1978) in Ohio. Next door was a small farm, I recall seeing a cow in the pasture, which was about 1 1/2 acre. There was a small barn and a cinder block house and garage. An attractive young woman lived there for a couple months, and once she asked me if I wanted a glass of tea. I said yes, and only many years later realized there was some kind of drug in it. After that, things proceeded to intercourse. She moved out a few weeks later. I've never regretted it, or felt like a victim.

After that, not a lot of girls around who wanted to have sex with me, but fortuitously, my father bought a Penthouse Letters (to the editor), or some such publication, about a year later. About the size of a TV Guide. It was kept on  a shelf in a closet, but I got into everything as young. I read, among many other things, a description of fellatio, and couldn't wait to try it out on my best friend, who lived a couple houses up the road from us. 

He was a couple years younger than me, pale, long blond hair, and beautiful. He had a visible natural muscle development, but his skin was so soft, and he was, like me, well-endowed. I was a skinny, and black-haired. I remember very well the first time. I remember telling him "I know something that's a lot of fun. Do you want to try?". He said "OK". I took his shorts down, not even thinking about the fact that we were clearly visible from the street or my neighbor's house. I remember how he tasted, and it was good. I couldn't wait to do it again, and we did pretty often. This was absolutely verboten at that time, which made it much more exciting.

My favourite time was one day that my parents left us alone, and I called him and asked him to come down. He was definitely in the mood. I sucked his dick for a while, and then I got all our clothes off. I pulled him on top of me on my parents' water bed, as he asked "What are you doing?" I got my naked ass on the padded rail of the bed, so our feet were on the floor, and got our dicks beside one another, and started rhythmically thrusting with my hips, picking him up somewhat. After a few minutes, I was so into it, I closed my eyes. 

The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, and I gladly opened my mouth. My first kiss (the woman had not kissed me)! We continued to see each other very occasionally, the last time when I was 27, when he briefly put it inside me. He called once since then and told me he'd been thinking about me.  But by that time he was married and had kids, and I was living with a woman. I still fantasize about him a lot, though. He is the only man I would consider abandoning the opposite sex for. I've been with a few other guys, briefly, since him, but nobody has turned me on like he did. 

At almost 53, I've recently decided to find a guy to have fun with. I definitely want to do that again before I'm too old. Wish me luck. And good luck to you!