There are times when you feel the need to share your experiences, your fears, your desires or your anecdotes with others. However, The deeper you know people, the better you understand that most of them will not have the slightest interest in your sexual life, especially when it may be intense and extensive. Talking about whatever may sound dirty, pervert or scandalous, which in turn should make people give you the cold shoulder is definitely more than enough to be discouraged from spilling the beans.
I should be honest and tell you that I have come here to narrate my sexual life in a way in which I can feel pleased, both as a narrator and as a character. To spare the long introduction after "Call me Ishmael", I will keep it in "Call me Alain".
My story begins when I had just joined the local university and discovered I felt attraction for both guys and gals. As a young man, I had already had some typical straight affairs, but nothing remarkable. The details are not necessary now... except for Adrian. He was my classmate, neighbour and eventually best friend; charismatic, irreverent and loquacious; handsome, fit... and well-endowed.
It took only a couple of months in the same class for us to become very close, with our families seeing that as a nice thing. Everything seemed to be fine for everyone. I must say that, despite living a few blocks away, we had never attended the same schools, but once our friendship took off, we discovered that the half-mile of distance was nothing. We spent a lot of time together, starting with breakfast at either house, school at midday, our swimming lessons in the evening and sometimes parties or sleepovers, either to study or to watch films.
One rainy evening, after attending a swimming lesson, we decided to make it to his place and take a shower there rather than staying in the gym for it. Now, if you ask me, that decision is in my top ten of milestones in my life, and possibly one of the most satisfying ones.
Adrian's room had direct access from the street, something that always allowed me to drop by on Monday and Wednesday mornings when I decided to skip school. The place was cosy and crowded with books and VHS cassettes. Now, not only did my best friend have a room for himself, but he also had a bathroom, which we counted on to get changed after getting soaked in the rain. In fact, that evening we had chosen to get his place from the gym wearing only swimsuits and a tee to be able to jump into the shower the soonest.
Once in his room, not worrying to even turn on the lights, I took off my clothes in a big hurry and ran for the toilet to pee while Adrian took off his own clothes and started the shower. The bathroom was roomy enough to hold two people moving around, and it was not a matter of discomfort to be naked around each other since we frequently did so, either at the gym or at our homes. That evening in particular, we had decided to buy a six-pack of beer and drink it on our wet way home.
I had just relieved myself at the toilet and bent down to flush it away when I felt a wet hand spank me. My ass was completely for the take, so a finger even reached my rim, making the rap feel different. I cannot describe what it was like, but my cock started to grow to its full size the quickest I can remember. Adrian had not even paid attention to me after spanking me and had entered the shower; nevertheless, I was shocked by the touch and how his hand had felt on my skin. It was not like we never spanked each other, but it was not too often and it had always been over our clothes. Unlike the other times, my cock was hard as iron, so I doubted whether I wanted to stay in the bathroom waiting for my turn or go back to the dark bedroom and wait.
