Two Teenage Boys

We served at the altar in church, Allan and I. We were always first in to set up and last out to clear away.

We would talk about girls, and what we had done with them, (In our imaginations) and sometimes we would both get hard.

This particular day, Allan and I were being ruder than usual and he had said something about wanting a girl to tell him to do her. I jokingly pulled him to me and opened my legs and said 'Oh Allan, do me, fuck me,' I thought he would pull away because we had fooled around like this before, though usually the other way around. I expected a couple of pushes then him to push me away. Instead his breathing deepened and he held me close to him. I was harder than I can remember ever being, and I could clearly feel his cock too.

He pressed against me and I knew that if he continued he was going to cum in his pants.

I pushed him away but grabbed his hand and we ran, literally ran to a deserted train station near the church.

Back then, there was no security, no fences. Just an old abandoned place. We scampered into what was the station masters house, and up into one of the bedrooms. No furniture in there, but a warm sunlit room nonetheless.

In there, we undressed each other and I pulled Allan back between my legs as I perched on a windowsill, 'Fuck me, Allan.' And he got back into that rhythm although now, our cocks were touching and this time, I was as aroused as he was. We held each other and, well, dry humped.

It wasn't long before Allan gasped and shot his load onto my tummy, but he kept going until I came too.

We held each other and actually kissed before pulling away. Our sperm stretched between us and I know it sounds odd, but I could tell by the scent which was Allan's and which was mine.

Allan is a far heavier cummer than me, we went to that little house often. Sometimes we would jack each other off, and sometimes we would dry hump. We never even thought about trying to, you know, fuck. Nor did we really try blow jobs. (Although when we were 16....)

Sometimes, when the weather was really hot, we would go to a field and just lie naked in each others arms. Sometimes it led to something happening, sometimes it didn't.

Well, we are both married now, and happily so. Am I bi? Is he?

You know, I think most of us are bi....it is only really the pressures and expectations of our parents and society that influence us,

I am 32 now. Would I go to bed with Allan if he asked? In a heartbeat!