When I was in school I had a secret. Mostly it was that I knew that one of the best looking boys in school and captain of the football team was gay. We lived close to each other and mostly because of that we had started to become friends. One day he confessed to me that he was gay and although I wasn't, it didn't bother me. Of course he didn't want anyone to kow this for fear that it would get around school, which it would have. Which was a probkem because he didn't dare appraoch any other boys.
Well, being friendly, he talked me into messing around with him just for fun. We got naked and jerked each other a few times and I found that exciting and safe to do with him, because he wasn't about to tell anybody.
Then he told me how he wouldn't mind if I fucked him. So Itried that, and he loved it and I was amazed how satisfyingly male that was doing it with him. So the two of us started fucking pretty regularly, and I even let him fuck me a few times, although he preferred it the way around. This went on the whole time that we were in school together, and while I never became gay because of my experience, it did give me a whole new perspective of male freiendship and what it could include.
It was a number of ears, though, before I got to experience that again. After being married for welve years I was divorced. Not having a lt of interest in becoming involve din another serious relationship, I found it surprisingly easily to start enjoy other male-relationships with guys who were not necessarily gay like me, and even not too sure about calling themsleves bisexual. So for the past five years this has been something I have throughly enjoyed.