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Doug Miller and I grew up in the same suburban neighborhood. We went to school together, joined the Boy Scouts, and spent much of our free time with one another. Doug and I doubled the night of our senior prom, taking two of the girls we knew from school.I invited Sue Walker, and Doug took Karen Silverman. The four of us had a great time at the dance. After the prom, we parked and made out with our respective dates. When we took the girls home, Doug and I were still virgins.“How did it go with Sue, Matt?” Doug asked after we dropped her and Karen off at Karen’s house.I laughed and said, “It was okay, but not what I planned. I was hoping Sue would do more than kiss and let me feel her tit through her dress.”“You didn’t get any further than I did, Matt. Karen did say she would like to go out again. Did you ask Sue if she wanted to date?” Doug said.“No. I’ll talk to Sue at school. Maybe we can double and take them to the show or something,” I said.Doug and I agreed to ask the two girls out again. After I took my best friend to his house, I went to mine. Everyone was in bed when I walked into the dark living room, so I tried to keep quiet as I made my way to my bedroom. After removing my rented tux, I crawled into bed.Stretching out on my back, I replayed the evening. I thought about kissing Sue and touching her tit. In reality, Sue was less than impressed when I covered her breast with my hand. She removed it several times, telling me she did want me to feel her up. I relented and spent the remainder of the night kissing her.As I thought about our encounter, I put my hand on my hard cock, rubbing it through my underwear. After a few moments, I pulled my dick out so I could stroke it properly. The idea of future dates and getting into Sue’s pants fueled my excitement. After about fifteen minutes of steadily jacking my cock, I sent cum into the air. My semen cascaded down, coating my hand, cock, and stomach.I continued fondling myself as I recovered from my self induced pleasure. A few minutes later, I got up to clean the mess.Doug and I took Sue and Karen out a few times during the last two months of our senior year. Like the night of the prom, the girls rebuffed most of our advances. When Doug and I talked after our dates, we shared our experiences. He told me Karen would let him feel her tits, but no more. I let him know I was getting the same from Sue. The two girls were best friends, as were Doug and I. We decided they talked about what they did with us and what they wouldn’t do.In June, we received our diplomas and became the graduating class of nineteen-seventy-seven. Doug and I went to several parties, with and without the girls. Because the drinking age was eighteen, there was always beer and booze at the parties. On more than one occasion, I overindulged and got drunk. After a couple of nights of hugging the toilet, I decided to control my drinking.Doug and I continued dating Karen and Sue. After the graduation parties died down, we started going to some of the clubs. I always controlled the amount I drank so I wouldn’t be too drunk to drive. After the clubs, we’d park and make out with the girls. Sue had relaxed and allowed me to get my hand under her shirt and under her bra several times.One night, beşevler escort Karen and Sue told Doug and me they were going away for college. They said we could continue to date until they left in August. Doug and I let them know we were starting our jobs as apprentice carpenters and staying in our hometown.On the night of our last dates before Sue and Karen left for Ohio, we went to a club. We danced, drank, and had a good time. After the bar, we parked. Doug and I hoped the girls would let us fuck them before they left for college, but our plans didn’t come to fruition.Before they moved, Karen and Sue told Doug and me they’d stay in touch. The girls told us they enjoyed dating us, and we would get together when they came home for breaks.“It looks like we need to find new girls,” I said as Doug and I rode to work. It was several days since our last date with Sue and Karen. The two girls had left home for college.Laughing, Doug said, “No shit! This time we need to find chicks who aren’t lesbians.”“What? Sue and Karen aren’t lesbians,” I said.“Maybe not full-blown, but I found out they’re into each other. That’s why we never got past second base with them,” Doug said.“That’s bullshit!” I said.“Not if what my cousin Kim says is true. She told me Sue and Karen have been getting it on for several years. Kim knows them pretty well,” Doug said. “I guess they’re bisexual because they went out with us.”I pulled into the union apprentice school’s parking lot, shut off my car, and looked at Doug. He grinned and said, “Kim said she was at one of the graduation parties and saw Karen and Sue making out.”Shaking my head, I laughed and said, “Well, that explains a lot, doesn’t it? One night while we parked, I put Sue’s hand on my cock. She jerked her arm back and told me never to do it again.”“Karen bit my tongue when I tried to touch her pussy,” Doug said as we laughed.Doug and I headed into the building for our class. After school, we went out to eat and make plans for the weekend. We talked about several of the area clubs, deciding which one offered the best odds of finding girls.On Friday night, I picked Doug up, and we headed out. We went to one of the clubs, went inside, and ordered beers. Standing at the bar, we scanned the room, looking for girls we would like to ask to dance. I led Doug to a table with several girls. We started talking with them, then I asked one to dance. When she said no, Doug and I left the table to hunt for someone else.After several hours, a few beers, and endless refusals from the girls at the club, I told Doug we should leave and try another place. He agreed, so we finished our beers and left.As I drove, Doug said, “Listen. I scored a dime-bag today. Do you want to grab a twelve-pack, go to my house, and get buzzed? My parents are out of town for the weekend.”I thought for a moment, realizing our prospects for meeting anyone were dim. “Sure, why not?”I stopped at a store to get the beer. We went to Doug’s house and sat outside to smoke a couple of joints. At about midnight, we went inside to watch television.“Your pot is some good shit, Doug. I’ve got a great buzz going,” I said as we sat on the couch in the living room.“Yeah, cebeci escort I’m buzzing too,” Doug said.We watched one of the late-night talk shows, laughing at the jokes. Doug went to the kitchen to get us cold beers, then came back to the living room. When he sat on the couch, he was closer than before. I noticed he was fidgety as he sipped from his bottle. After a few minutes, Doug put his beer down and began rolling a joint.“Let’s go outside and spark this joint,” Doug said as he held it up.“Sounds good,” I said as I followed him out the backdoor.We smoked the joint, then went back to the living room. Sitting on the couch, we drank our beers while watching television. Doug put his bottle on the coffee table, leaned his head back, and sighed.“Are you okay?” I said. I knew we were buzzed, but I didn’t feel we were too fucked up.“Yeah, I’m fine, Matt. Just thinking about Sue and Karen. Even though we didn’t get too far with them, it was fun dating the girls.”“I agree, it was fun. I wish I’d have known about them before we spend a ton of money trying to get laid,” I said, then I laughed. “Oh well, I guess we’ll have to find other girls to get us off. Doing it myself is getting old.”Smiling, Doug lifted his head and looked at me. He took a deep breath, then picked up his beer. After drinking what was in the bottle, he put the empty down.“Matt, you know you’re my best friend, don’t you?” Doug said.“Yes, and you’re my best friend. What’s up, Doug?” I said.“I don’t know how to say this, but I have to. I know I risk losing my best friend, but I can’t hold it in any longer.” Doug put his hand on my shoulder. “Matt, I have feelings for you.”I sat in a state of shock as I gazed into my best friend’s eyes. Doug’s expression was one of fear. Not sure what he meant by his confusion, I nodded.“What are you trying to tell me, Doug?” I said.Moving his hand from my shoulder to the back of my head, Doug leaned closer. He blinked a couple of times, then he pressed his lips to mine. I stiffened as my best friend kissed me. It wasn’t a peck. Instead, it was a kiss filled with passion. When I didn’t pull away, Doug softened his mouth and moved against mine.Pulling his head back, Doug moved his hand from the back of my head. He stared at me for a moment, then said, “I’m so sorry, Matt.”As I watched Doug’s face, I could tell he was upset. My mind reeled as I digested what happened. Never had I thought of doing anything with another guy, let alone my best friend. As I replayed his tender kiss, I realized that although it should have repulsed me, it didn’t. In a matter of a few moments, I had to decide what to do.My first thought was to shake it off and blame it on the beer and pot. Should I get up and leave? Should I yell at Doug, telling him I wasn’t into guys?As I contemplated what to do, I wondered why I wasn’t pissed off at Doug. Why didn’t his kiss turn me off? Was I willing to end a nearly lifelong friendship because Doug was able to gather enough courage to tell me his feelings? It was clear my friend felt scared and conflicted, as did I.I remembered learning about Sue and Karen and how they shared a relationship with each other and with Doug and me. Did I find the kolej escort idea of bisexuality so obscure I would end my friendship?Deciding the only way for me to resolve my feelings was to explore them freely. I put my hand on Doug’s cheek, leaned in, and kissed him, doing my best to show the same passion as he did when he kissed me. It felt as if time stood still as we kissed each other again. Doug wrapped his arms around me as I did the same to him. When he parted his lips, I relaxed so his tongue could slip into my mouth.The longer we held our kiss, the more excited I became. Throwing caution to the wind, I moved my hand over Doug’s back, rubbing him. He moaned into my mouth as he ran his hand over my side. A few moments later, we broke our kiss. Doug rested his head against my shoulder, holding me firmly.“Please don’t hate me, Matt. Thank you for this. I’ll understand if you want to leave now,” Doug said.“How long have you felt this way?” I asked.I felt Doug shrug his shoulders. “It’s been a while, a long while, I guess.”“Why didn’t you say something before?” I said.“As I said, I was afraid of losing my best friend. I was going to continue keeping my feelings hidden, but I just couldn’t. I have never felt any attraction to a guy before, Matt. Only you,” Doug said.Doug and I continued hugging as we sat on the couch. He kept his head buried against my shoulder, not making eye contact with me. I was aware of his hand, gently stroking me as we held one another. Ever since we became friends, Doug and I had always supported each other. In all the years, we never had a falling out. We had other friends come in and out of our lives, but our friendship never wavered. I felt it was our strong bond that prevented me from bolting. The longer I thought about everything, the clearer my feelings became.Doug broke the silence when he said, “So, now what?”I felt Doug’s question was fair. I wondered what we would do now that Doug confessed his feelings. Would it end here with us returning to the way things used to be? How could they? How could we act as if nothing happened between us? There was no way I could simply ignore the tender kisses or how they made me feel. In the past, Doug and I were always able to find common ground when it came to deciding what we wanted to do. He would offer an idea, and we’d talk, then usually try. It was the same when I wanted to try something new.“You know we’ve always been able to come to a mutual agreement when we wanted to try something new. We didn’t always agree, but we did find a solution when we needed to. I don’t see how this is much different, Doug. I think we should see where things go and work out the details along the way,” I said.I felt Doug nod his head. He pulled back, looked into my eyes, and smiled as we came together, our mouths and tongues seeking each other. Our kisses heated, and our hands began roaming, stroking each other’s bodies. When Doug’s hand moved from my side to my leg, then my crotch, I didn’t flinch.For the first time in my life, someone other than me was rubbing my cock. It didn’t matter if it was a guy’s hand touching me. It felt amazing. Moaning into Doug’s mouth, I spread my legs to give him access. Feeling it was only fair, I put my hand between his legs. Doug shifted as I used my palm to rub his erection.Doug began unfastening my jeans while we maintained our kissing. I felt my pants open then he tugged at the waistband. Lifting my ass, I let my friend work then down my legs. Doug removed his mouth from mine and looked down as he wrapped his hand around my cock.
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