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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 18 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 18
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.