Christmas Break, 1972
I first met Trent when we moved to town the previous summer. He was a sophomore, and I was as freshman on the high school cross-country team, and by now we were teammates on the swimming team. Trent was a big good-looking guy with semi-long hair. He the classic swimmer's build and probably spent as much time with his shirt off as anyone I'd ever met. I'm taller and skinnier, taller than Trent, but still pretty build for my dimensions. About a month into the cross-country season, we'd had a Saturday morning meet and right after my parents took my little sister Kim and her best friend Joyce to Iowa City for the Iowa/Iowa State game. As a 2:30 game they'd be gone all day. "You want to come over and hang out after we get back?" I asked. "Mom left me pizza money if you want to join me." "That works!" he said. "I'd like that." "Sweet," I said. "Why don't you go grab some other clothes when we get back and come on over; we can shower there." It was only about 20 minutes home. Trent gave me a ride to the neighborhood and made a beeline to his house for clothes, and was in our basement within minutes. "I'm back!" he shouted. "Come on back," I shouted. "I'm in the shower." The basement was split the long way with one half having a huge family room and half of the other half having my suite. I had a huge bedroom, along with my own bathroom. I came back from the shower and was surprised to find Trent, stretched out on my king-sized bed, naked, looking at a magazine and beating his meat. "I hope you don't mind," he said. "But I was really horny; join me?" Trent asked the question as if he were asking me if I wanted to have a pop. And, since I'd been doing sex stuff with guys for most of my life, it sounded like a great idea. I didn't know the term at the time, but I was bisexual all the way. "Slide over," I said. I climbed in next to him we kind of cuddled up close together. "Want a magazine?" he asked. "Naw," I said. "I'm good; you like jacking-off with other guys?" "Fuck yes." "Me too." "What else do you like?" I turned to my side, reached over and took his cock in my hand. Trent immediately got the hint and grabbed mine. "This," I said. "What about you?" Trent leaned over and kissed me. "Is that OK?" he asked. "Very," I said, kissing him back. We both settled back on our backs, heads propped up with pillows and picked up a great rhythm. Trent was on my left, which was great since I'm left-handed and he's right, so we were doing each other with our dominate hands. Our cocks were almost identical too; I was a little longer (I'm six and a half) and he was a little thicker, but the similarities were making this intense. "I'm getting really close," I panted. "How close?" Trent asked breathlessly. "REAL close!" I was on the verge of exploding when Trent sat up and dove on my cock with his mouth and furiously pumped me. His tongue was working my frenum when I went off and I came harder than I think I ever had. He choked a bit but was furiously trying to swallow me. In the meantime I was pretty much convulsing on the bed as I came. I think I momentarily blacked out because the next thing I saw was Trent kneeling next to me, furiously jacking off. I reached up and grabbed his cock, slid down and put the head in my mouth, just as he went off. It was a huge load and I was gulping as much as I could; some spilled out but I caught it with my hand. Trent finally slumped to the bed as his cock fell out of my mouth. I slurped up the cum out of my hand then leaned over and kissed Trent, passing his jizz back to him. We held the kiss for a long while then fell into each other's arms. "Are you bi or gay?" Trent asked. "Bi," I said. "Me too," he said. "But we can do that anytime." "We're going to do that a lot!" I said. We absolutely did; at least a couple of times a week from then until Christmas and found that we both very much enjoy sucking each other's dicks, but we talked about more. We'd recently added finger-fucking each other's butts while we did blowjobs, and really got into it. Two weeks ago, Trent brought down a small cucumber and we fucked each other with it. "We need to try it with cocks," I said. "I want you fuck me." Trent kissed me. "And I want you to fuck me." We had it made today, the Monday after Christmas. Mom and Dad went to Ames to see my aunt and uncle, and Kim and Joyce had a slumber party the night before for another friend's birthday and they were supposed to be gone most of the morning. Trent came over about 8:00 and we got right down to business. We got a hold of a tube of KY Jelly and rubbers (so we didn't risk getting shit on our dicks) after a really nice make-out session, we were ready. "You go first," I said. "Please fuck me." Trent kissed me. "I'd love to." I put the rubber on Trent while lubed up my ass inside and out. He lay on his back and I got on top of him, working his thick meat past my sphincter and on inside. "GOD!" I screamed. "That is SO thick!" "You OK?" Trent asked. I just nodded, then leaned over and kissed him. "I'm OK," I said. "Just let me settle in a little." "I love you for this," Trent said. "And other things." "I love you too," I said, as I started rocking my butt against Trent's crotch. It hurt, but the more I moved, the better it felt, so I planted my hands on Trent's chest and slowly started grinding, then finally started sliding up and down on his cock. I was starting to really get into it now; I was making love to my best friend; he was going to fuck me, then I was going to fuck him...that was the plan anyway. We'd been going at it for probably 10 minutes or so; I was feeling really full and the sensation was on the verge of having me go off, while Trent's breathing was getting the point I recognized where he was about to cum. It was right then I realized that we weren't alone. "See," I heard my sister Kim say, "I told you." I looked up to see Kim and Joyce standing in the doorway of the family room, just as Trent groaned and came in the condom in my ass, just as I shot off hands free all over his face and chest. "Why," I panted, "aren't you sledding?" "Are you kidding?" Kim asked. "We just walked in on you getting fucked by a guy and you're going to ask me THAT?" Keep in mind that at this point I was immediately post-orgasm; I rolled off of Trent and felt the empty pop of his cock coming out my ass. He rolled over to his knees, the full condom hanging off his cock. "What the fuck?" he asked. I was at a loss; part of me want to shrink away in total horror this moment, but part of me had another idea. "OK, yes," I said, "we were fucking. I'm not 100 percent sure, but I'm pretty sure I've heard you two panting like banshees when you finger or eat each other more than a few times, so don't get all self-righteous with me Kimmy Mae." For record, I was TOTALLY bluffing. While Joyce hung out here pretty much 24/7, I'd never heard anything of the like, but it was TOTALLY worth a shot. Funny thing was the girls traded really uncomfortable looks. "So?" Joyce said. "It's different with girls." Joyce was tall and skinny with long blonde hair, blue eyes, small boobs, a really nice butt and these gross cat's eyeglasses she couldn't see without. She was a stark contrast to Kim. My parents were in the process of adopting a kid from Korea when one day late in 1956 they discovered I was on the way. I was born in May of 1957, but since the adoption process was already underway, our parents went ahead with their plan to adopt from Korea. I was a little over a year-and-a-half when Mom and Dad were gone for about two weeks, then showed up with this squealing little poop-producer with lots of black hair. Now, 13 years later, Kim was all of five-feet tall and about 86 pounds with a nicer butt but less boobs than Joyce, and the two of them had just seen Trent fuck me. I couldn't think of any other response. "Look," I said, "you can freak out and tell Mom and Dad, or you can take your clothes off and come in the bedroom with us." "I think it'd be a lot more fun," Trent said, pulling off the condom and tying the open end off. "That's where we're going anyway."