Rudy and I had been best friends since third grade. He was Hispanic, and I looked Hispanic, especially by the end of summer vacation. We spent our summers running around the streets, just hanging out together. His mom became my second mom when I wasn't at home. Both of our families were likely lower middle class, though we never really thought about it. As we progressed through school, we each made new friends but still remained best friends.

In high school, Rudy stuck with the school band, while I chose to take Spanish. Some of his new friends seemed a bit odd to me. There was Millard VanZant, a tall, skinny guy around six feet. When we played shirtless football during gym class, I noticed his nipples were oddly pointy, almost like they’d been sucked by a vacuum cleaner. I just assumed it was something about his body.

Then there was Neal Conant. He acted a bit feminine and, due to going prematurely bald, looked older than his age—more like he was in his twenties. He always seemed to have beer on hand.

Finally, there was Guy Zummo. All the girls liked him because he was funny and confident enough to talk to anyone. He often got dates with some of the prettiest girls in school. He once got a speeding ticket while trying to get one of the school sluts back home on time. I thought that was strange when could have been fucking her brains out. Years later, when I was more aware of gays, I concluded that Guy was a flaming gay young man.

During all this time, Rudy was still my BF. He hadn't changed. We still hung out, but not as much as before. Sometimes he and Guy would do things together – go to the movie, etc.

After graduation, Rudy and I went to the same local college along with several of his friends. After our sophomore year, he decided to quit school and move to the big city. He let his hair grow and got into the hippie scene. I went to visit him one weekend to see a rock concert. He had gotten tickets for me, and I was surprised by all the beautiful girls that were coming and going from his apartment. They all hugged and kissed him. I thought he was doing great with the ladies.

A beautiful, bra-less brunette, Mary, about five foot three with skin tight jeans, a sheer white blouse that you see her nipples through and flip flops walked in and asked, "Guess who I fucked last night? Cheech of "Cheech and Chong", she declared. Continuing she said, "He was a pretty good fuck, but I stubbed my toe on the fucking sidewalk outside and it's killing me. Rudy, do you have any weed or pills to take the edge off?"

I thought to myself, so this is what happens in the big city. I didn't know Rudy was into drugs, but he still seemed like the same BF to me. He got her a couple yellow pills, which she slammed down with a beer. After about ten minutes, she started rubbing Rudy's cock through his jeans, but he said, "I know you want to do this now, but I have a visitor and besides, you'll feel bad about it later."

She replied, "Well I can fuck him too if you want."

My ears perked up, but he convinced her that he didn't want to take advantage of her in this state. He was a real gentleman like I remembered.

Rudy's apartment was a small one-bedroom. It was furnished with a small two-cushion sleeper sofa, a coffee table, a couple of chairs, TV and stereo. We got ready for the concert, which meant clean blue jeans and a T-shirt. Rudy said, "This concert will be a lot better if you smoke some weed before we go."

I had never smoked any weed or done drugs, but I thought a couple of hits off a joint wouldn't be the end of the world. We shared a joint and headed off to the concert. Rudy was right. The music was great and the light show was fucking awesome. After the show, we smoked a couple more joints on our way back to Rudy's apartment. I wasn't feeling any pain and couldn't stop laughing at the silliest things.

Once we got back to his apartment, he put on some music; we smoked a couple more joints and planted ourselves on the sofa. I felt great, but was getting horny. I wished Rudy would have let Mary fuck us.

I asked, "Do you think Mary would come over?"

Rudy replied, "She's probably trying to get backstage trying to fuck one of the guys in the band we saw tonight. Why? Are you horny?"

I replied, "Yeah, I don't know why, though."

"Weed usually makes people hungry and horny."

"Come to think of it, I could eat a horse right now," I responded.

Rudy headed off to the kitchen and brought back some chips and drinks. We must have eaten a bag each as we lounged next to each other on the sofa listening to the stereo. I glanced over at Rudy and he was rubbing his cock through his jeans.

He saw me watching and said, "All this talk about being horny has got me that way. I need to jack off. You can do it, too. I won't tell anyone."

"I'm horny, but I don't think it would be right."

Rudy replied, "What am I going to say – Hey, everybody, Jim and I jacked off together. They would think we're queers."

That was terminology back in the day. Rudy proceeded to unsnap and unzip his pants. I watched as he rubbed his enlarging cock through his underwear. I felt my cock getting hard as I took the sight in. It was strangely exciting watching someone else get aroused, and I'd never quite felt that way before. He pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees as his seven inch cock sprang to attention.

He looked my way and said, "It's okay to jack off. You know I won't say anything."

His hand found his erect, fleshy appendage and began to slowly slide up and down. My cock, which grew harder just watching as my eyes were transfixed on his cock.

Rudy looked my way and again said, "It's okay to do it. You know I won't say anything. Really!"

My dick was getting so hard and Rudy was right. Why would he ever say anything about jacking off together? I couldn't stand it and said, "Alright, but promise me you won't ever say anything about this."

"Of course not."

I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. I rubbed my cock through my underwear for about thirty seconds before I couldn't stand any longer and pulled down my underwear too. Releasing my seven inch cock.

Rudy looked my way and said, "You don't want to go too fast. Let's go nice and slow and see how long we can last."

We began to slow stroke our cocks in unison - very slowly. After a short while, Rudy said, "It feels better when someone else does it. Move your hand!"

The weed had my resistance at a non-existent level. Resting my hand on my leg, Rudy reached over and began stroking my cock. He was right. It did feel so much better.

He keep this up for a minute or so, before he said, "Do mine at the same time!"

I looked at his cock as it bobbed up and down with anticipation. My cock was being treated to such a sensual handjob, how could I refuse? Besides, he was my best friend. I slowly reached over and took grasp of his cock. It felt strange to be holding someone else's cock, but it felt soft and hard at the same time and so warm. I began treating his the same way he was doing mine.

Moaning, he said, "That feels so much better, but let's get out of these clothes before we go any further."

That sounded like a good idea at the time, so we both stripped and sat back down on the sofa and resumed our activity.

Rudy said, "Stop, let me show you how to make it feel even better."

He cupped his fingers like an octopus' tentacles and with just his fingertips; he lightly slid them up and down the shaft. He stopped and swirled them around my engorged cock head, which was leaking pre-cum. He used that to wet the head's circumference and eventually the entire head was slick with it.

It felt so deliciously wonderful. I thought to myself, "I've been jacking off for years. Why hadn't I ever figured any of these things out?" I guess I was in too much in a hurry to enjoy all the potential sensations.

"Do mine like that," he ordered.

I proceeded to give him the same treatment, except he was giving additional advice on what to do next.

"Spread your legs and slide to the edge of the sofa. I'll show something else."

I did as suggested and he began to ever so lightly run his fingers over and around my nuts. He lifted them and licked his fingers then stroke the skin between my asshole and nut sack. I never knew it was so sensitive there. My cock was leaking pre-cum like the Titanic. It was drenching my cock and pubes.

I couldn't wait to do this to him. I tried and he gave me some more pointers on what to do and the lightness of my touch. By now, the only things on my mind was when was I going to cum and how great would it be?

A few more minutes of mutual stroking, Rudy said, "There's only one thing that feels better than what we've been doing. I'll show you."

He quickly leaned over and took my cock in his mouth sliding all the way down to my pubes. Both my heads were about to explode from the sensation and sight of my best friend sucking me. His tongue swirled around my cock's head; he licked the shaft's length and then began to suck and tongue my nuts. His mouth moved back to my cock and his hands caressed and stroked my nuts building the semen load.

Finally, I couldn't last any longer and began cumming in his mouth. I saw stars and nearly passed out. He drank it down and kept sucking me even after I'd finished. This soon coaxed my cock back to hardness. The weed was keeping me horny and when his mouth left my cock, I immediately engulfed his light brown cock with my wet receptacle wanting to make him feel as good as he had done for me.

He gave me instructions and how he liked to be sucked and I followed them precisely. I felt his hand rest on my head, keeping it from leaving his member. He blew his load in my mouth, keeping a light pressure on my head and said, "Swallow it - every drop."

I gulped every squirt that fired from his flesh pistol. He said, "Keep sucking until I get hard then we can 69."

That just excited me more and I licked and sucked his cock until its hardness had rematerialized.

He said, "Let's go to my bedroom. It'll be more comfortable there."

We sprinted in there and I attached myself to his cock and he to mine. It felt so natural to be sucking him. His cock felt good as its warmth and length filled my mouth. Soon he shot another load into my mouth, but I didn't want to let his cock leave my mouth so I reached around his hips and pulled him deeper into my mouth as I continued to suck him like this would have to last a lifetime. I came in his mouth; he swallowed and rolled to his back, but I wouldn't relinquish his cock from my mouth until he came one more time and I was able to taste his cum again.

As we lay there exhausted but fulfilled, Rudy said, "Well, what did you think?"

I replied, "I had no idea that this kind of sex could feel so good."

He responded, "There's even more things that I can show you, but let's smoke a couple more joints."

We smoked those joints and my cock was throbbing with anticipation of what'd be next. We were laughing and goofing around and decided to have a cock sword fight. I'm not sure who won. I think we both did.

Rudy said, "Lie down on the bed."

I did and reached for his cock and began stroking it. He did the same.

He said, "Remember when we use to joke about how queers would cornhole each other?"

I replied, "Yeah, that sounded kinda gross."

He replied, "It sounds gross, but it feels really good. Would you do it to me?"

My head was still spinning from the weed as I tried to process his request. He been such a good host and he was my best friend.

I replied, "Well, if you tell me how to do it. I guess that'll be okay."

He got some gel from his nightstand and applied it to his hole.

He said, "Here, put some of this on your dick then stick on my hole."

He quickly got on all fours and I positioned my cock as he requested. "Now push, but not too hard," he instructed.

I did and my dick began to slip into his ass. It felt so tight. Tighter than the two pussies I'd fucked at that point in my life. Once it was all the way in, he said, "Okay, now just fuck it like a girl's pussy."

I did as he suggested. He ass was so tight.

I said, "Man, you're so tight. I'll be cumming in a couple minutes."

He said, "Use your hand and jack me off while you fuck me."

I placed my hand on his rock hard dick and began stroking it with the same tempo as my fucking.

He began moaning, saying, "Oh, yeah, that's just right. Don't stop."

I kept up that rhythm, and soon my nuts were ready to explode. I blew my load as I thrust my cock as deep into his ass as it would go. Rudy shot cum all over his sheets. I continued the deep thrusts until my cock softened and Rudy said, "See what you could have been doing during high school instead of jacking off every Friday and Saturday night."

I replied, "Wow, that felt great! Better than the pussies I've fucked."

We both collapsed on his bed. After a few minutes, Rudy reached over and began to stroke my dick, which produced another weed-induced hard. He continued to play with my cock and nuts.

He said, "Roll over on your side."

I didn't know what he had in mind, but I did. I felt his finger slip between my ass cheeks as he slid his greased finger over my asshole.

I said, "I don't know about this. I don't think I want to do that right now."

He replied, "Now's the right time because you know how good it felt from your side and you're wondering what it feels like on the other side."

He was right. I felt his cock slip between my cheeks and the pressure of his head as he pushed it into my ass.

I said, "It hurts!"

He replied, "Just relax."

His cock slipped deeper and deeper into my ass and finally his stomach was resting against my ass and back.

He said, "I'll just leave it here for a couple minutes before we start."

I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass. It definitely was something I'd never felt before, but it was exciting. He began to slide it in and out and the sensation was wonderful.

He said, "How's it feeling?" My immediate reply was, "It feels great."

He continued fucking me and began jacking me off like I'd done for him. My ass and cock were both tingling. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was fulfilling and relieving at the same time. He soon came in my ass as I blasted the biggest load of the evening.

Rudy asked, "Well, how was it?"

I replied, "Damn, you should have told me about this in high school. We could have been doing this all along."

"I didn't know if you were like this, but I wanted to tell you. I just couldn't because we're best friends," he said.

I replied, "I think we just became better friends."

Whenever I would go to the big city, I'd spend my time at Rudy's learning new things, but he got too deep into drugs and ended up OD-ing a year later. I miss my friend.