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================================================================================ I relate this story, in some ways aimed at many of you homophoebes out there. These days I'm a happily married and faithfull husband but like many, many young men engaged in homosexual sex on occassions in my teenage years. For many years I tortured myself that this was wrong and that I was no good because of it. In discussion with my family I now understand that these events happened and that they were completely natural and for that matter very enjoyable.
My high school years were spent at a private boys school. At 17 I was a member of the 1st rugby team for my winter sport and rowing teams for summer. As a result I was pretty fit and at 5'10" was of the thickly muscled type, your typical rugby player. I always looked after my physique pretty well and it was something I had to work at.
My best friend during that year was Andrew. He boarded at the school. If you didn't go to a private boarding school you wouldn't know that boarders and day students weren't supposed to get along. However, we ended up on the same rowing team in the summer and struck up an immediate friendship. Andrew was how you'd imagine a good healthy country boy. Even at seventeen he was 6'1" and had a well defined muscled build of a lighter form than me. His major sport was water polo.
The summer term was commencing so Andrew and I were back to rowing and as it happened on the same team. Fitness tests had put us on the 1st eight. We would train three times a week, one weights session and two on the water. Competition was every fortnight.
About halfway through the season we had a weekend break from training and no competition which coincided with the boarders being given a weekend out. Boarders whose families were nearby would go home, others would either stay at school or go out with day student families. As Andrews family were in an extremely remote area I had invited him to join us at my parents beach house at one of the popular seaside towns.
For several weeks now I'd been noticing a few things about Andrew. When we'd hit the showers he'd always wait for me and we'd shower in the communal showers together. As I said he was taller than me and lighter of build but still with broard shoulders well developed pecs and lats, defined abs all tapering into narrow hips and bubble butt (he always looked great in a pair of speedos). His legs were long and again, good muscle developement.
One evening after on-water training he and I had stayed behind to put in a little extra light weight training so everyone else had gone. I had been showing off a bit on the bench presses lifting heavier than I should. He stood safety for me ready to catch the weight if I'd let it fall. As I lay down he stood close at my head watching the weight. This afforded me a view straight up his lose training shorts to his long cock. Urges filled me that I had felt before but had put aside. But this time, with his cock so close and the smell of his crotch, my own shorter but thicker cock began to react. I knew he couldn't help but notice my growing erection and my concentration faultered. I began to drop the weight until Andrew caught it and helped me back onto the rests with it. He laughed and said "well you may not have been able to lift the weight, but you sure managed to raise a boner." I laughed, somewhat embarrassed. However, I notice that his cock had also begun to stiffen. We were about to hit the showers when the coach came in saying that he was leaving and that could we lock up when we leave. I have to admit to showering in some confusion at my reaction to the site of my best friend's cock and nothing more was said on the subject. As we walked into the showers Andrews hand (seemingly inadvertantly) brushed up against my butt a couple of times. On the second occasion it seemed to linger. Whilst in the shower Andrew ran out of soap so reached around me to get more from the next shower. In doing this he put his hand on my shoulder and pressed his cock firmly against my butt. Did I detect him actually rubbing his cock against me? I looked him in the eye questioning, but he said nothing. During the shower Andrew started to talk about my physique and how he wished he had the same developement as me and had I considered body-building as a sport. I said no, but that I always admired his physique for its good developement balanced with his finer biuld. As we talked he penis became erect and he made no effort to hide it. He stroke it a couple of times and said he was as horny as hell and couldn't control his erection and whats more he was going to have to do something about it or burst. I started to make some comment about his date that night when he leant back against the wall of the shower and started to masterbate. My cock bounced into life as I watch him rub his now fully erect cock. I envied him his long curved (circumsized) penis. He was at least 8inches possibly more. I'm about seven inches erect but quite thick. I began to rub my cock too as I watched Andrew work his hand up and down his cock. He ran his free hand over his chest and down over his thighs to cup his balls then between his legs. My own efforts felt great, watching my friend I knew to I'd blow my load pretty quick. My confusion disappeared as my pleasure grew. Andrew's pace began to quicken and I knew he wasn't far from orgasm either. The warm shower and the soap made it all feel so good. I'd had plently of sex in my high school years but never with another guy even present (that lovely habit of sharing one of the girls you knew you could bed) let alone watching another masturbate to orgasm. At that moment Andrew closed his eyes and let out a low grunt. Cum shot from his penis covering his hand and hitting me just above my right nipple. All the muscles in his body tensed and another spirt shot out accross the shower floor. That was to much for me, my orgasm striking like a physical blow. The heat of orgasm spreading from my penis and balls. Every nerve of my skin seemed on fire. My penis being shorter pointed almost straight up so I shot my load all over my chest, my semen mixing with Andrew's. My legs felt weak and began to quiver and I thought I'd fall to the floor but Andrew caught me around the shoulder as I regained composure. Andrew looked at my cum spatter chest and said "well I can't let that go to waste". He then leant down again began to lick my chest clean finally coming to the spot where his own cum had hit my chest licking it clean and them closing his lips around my nipple. When he did that I thought I'd cum again then and there, the feeling was electric. After that we left to showers towelling off. We didn't speak as we dressed and left the building, doubt were starting to biuld in my mind. I wasn't gay, I knew even at that age I wanted to be married and have a family, the gay lifestyle was not for me. Besides I hadn't touched him, it had just been a physical reaction and perfectly natural. I began to come up with all sorts of justifacations for what happened, but the bottom line was I enjoyed it. That had been one of the best orgasms I'd ever had and I had enjoyed watching Andrew cum, his face, the tensing of his muscles and cum shooting from his penis. All this time we hadn't spoken, finally as we got back to our bikes Andrew ask if I was angry. I had to answer no, just confused. He agreed, and was having the same guilt feelings and what could I think of him. Frankly I didn't know but it wasn't anger.
As the weeks to our weekend off approached Andrew and I didn't talk to each other much. We weren't unfriendly just a little distant. Then in the final week before we went on break the ice broke and it was as if nothing had happened. We didn't talk about it or even mention it, it was like it had never happen.
But what would happen on our weekend together. I was sort of scared and sort of hoping something would happen.
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