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For me, it was different. Yes, there was the typical "messing around" with a few other boys at Scout camp. Yes, there was the "guilt" that a lot of boys feel when we discover masturbation. Yes, there were always the surreptitious glances at others in the showers. Quietly thinking about their dicks, their asses, and hoping I wasn't obvious or got hard.
I sucked a guy my age at Scout camp. We were transforming it from "winter camp" to "summer camp" and he and I had set up tents outside, but we were inside the hut, piling up mattresses in the middle of the floor, preparing to transfer cots to the tents, and then the mattresses. He and I started playing "King of the Mountain" on the pile of mattresses, and I slipped. My face, his groin. He's hard. I looked up at him. I seemed to like the way we landed, and then I started to unzip his shorts. He didn't try to stop me. In fact, he undid the button. And then I spread his shorts. He lifted up his ass and I pulled them down a bit, along with his underwear. He never lost that erection, and I gave him his first blowjob -- mine too, really. At one point, my jaw was getting sore, and I started to pull off. He pulled my head back down on that perfectly suckable dick, and then shot. I had no idea he was so close. I don't even know to this day how I "knew" what to do. His name is Chris. When he finished, he just zipped up and we just finished up with the cots and mattresses and so on.
Unknown to us, an older Scout saw, and then I had a quiet "reputation." Nobody wanted to talk about it, it seems, but a lot of guys wanted to take advantage of my obvious "skill." I'm pretty sure that if there were a cocksucking merit badge, I would have earned it with extra honors.
Chris, though, started ignoring me as much as possible. We were neighbors and also in the same Scout troop, but now I knew I'd fucked up and lost my best friend.
Life went on, and then, surprisingly, Chris and I encounter each other at a restaurant where my family had arranged a "family dinner" following my brother's funeral. He'd been killed in a drunk driver accident. (He wasn't the drunk.). Chris actually was an employee there, and we greeted each other like long lost kid friends. I was surprised he was friendly again.
At about 25 years of age, he was, to put it very bluntly, exactly the kind of guy I wanted in my life. My former best friend, with a body to die for.
Eventually, I have to use the restroom, and as I'm pissing, Chris shows up. He stands beside me and pulls it out. He's not pissing. "Remember this?" I'm thinking "he's just teasing me now" and I started to get annoyed.
"Oh, shit yeah. How could I forget?"
"Same here. I was too fucking horny and too fucking scared to even do more than zip up after I shot in your mouth."
"I was pretty shocked that I had the guts to do it, or even HOW to do it."
"Then I treated you like shit. And I'm doing the same fucking thing now. You want to try again? I mean -- shit, I'm not talking about a blowjob. I'm talking friends. Do you want to try maybe something like you and me???"
I'm standing beside him with my dick still out and he's blatantly showing me his, and I'm thinking "if this is about renewing our friendship, why's he got his dick out?"
I look him in the eyes. "We're not 14 anymore, and you just said 'you and me' not my mouth and your dick, so are you actually saying let's be friends again and pick up where we left off?"
We both put our dicks away, and he stares at me and says "Back then, I didn't know a boy could love another boy I was embarrassed that I got hard when we were fucking around. But then you -- well, yeah, I loved the blowjob. But when I thought back, it wasn't just...."
"For me, it wasn't just sucking. your dick. You were my best friend. I wanted to suck you, but I wanted to -- fuck, I wanted to make you happy. I was like 'suck his hard dick' and 'he's letting me' and then 'he's gonna fucking hate me after this' all at the same time. But yeah, the main thing was your dick in my mouth."
"Yeah, all I was thinking about right then was getting off. But later, I actually thought, 'my best friend just gave me a blowjob.'"
"For a long time I was thinking I can't have some kind of cocksucker for a friend so I kind of dumped you. And then there were times when I thought, oh, I really need a blowjob, so I should let Dave know my dick is ready for him, and then wondering about your ass, not just your mouth. And then I just told myself to just let you alone because I, well, because I realized I had started thinking only about blowjobs and maybe fucking your ass. You were my best friend, and suddenly all I could think about was the 'gay' sex I wanted but didn't want because I didn't want to be gay, but you were my best friend and well, I was fucked up -- if that makes any sense."
Then he took a breath. "I just came out to you."
I looked in his eyes. "Yeah, I noticed." We both smiled.
"Actually, if we'd both been brave enough, we could have just said stuff like that to each other ten years ago. Hell, I wish you were BOTH of my firsts. But not just that. I wish we'd had the guts to just be cool with all that and still be best friends. I remember that dick. But I never stopped missing YOU in my life. I don't know if either one of us knew much about love, but for a teen I knew I loved you. I couldn't say it then, so you got a blowjob."
We both laughed. Then a LONG pause. We both wipe our eyes. Here we are, two men in the men's room of a restaurant, and it's been WAY too long for a guy to just take a leak, so we both need to get moving.
"So if we go back to my place later...?"