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Better "Best Man"

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by Kody Patrick Coultrain This is a true story from a boy named Kody growing up in the mid-west. I had no brother, but to my good fortune my older sister had a baby boy who she named Andy when I was three years old. We grew up like brothers. We fought like only brothers can, but always had a deep respect for each other. We did everything together, and was always competitive, one trying to out do the other, turning everything life had to offer into a game. Since we lived next door to each other we were inseparable. Our names became almost joined as one by everyone, Kody and Andy. From the time we got up in the morning until bedtime at night, Kody and Andy played together. I can not remember taking a bath with out Andy. We played in the sandbox together. We had several matching toys, and our parents even sometimes bought our clothes alike. Andy had all his school pictures taken in the same shirts I had Kindergarten through third grade. Both Andy and I have circumcised dicks, even though we did not know what that was then. We always new there were great pleasure in playing with our dicks. Every hidden moments together we knew there was something special about our dicks. The only thing we knew for sure was that the grown ups told us they were our private parts. I guess we thought that meant we could use them together in private. We found that from a very early age that if you rubbed them, and gave them attention, that they felt great. A neighbor boy showed us how rubbing your dicks together was called fucking. We thought fucking was fun. He took us to a dark building, had us take off our clothes, made us get down on all fours, and milked us like cows. We where able to get hard, but could not see the point of pulling our dicks until they we sore. We had no idea what our dicks were meant for, but found they sure would not give milk. They were our private toys. Playing outdoors we would hide in the bushes and play with them. In the bath tub while cleaning up we would play with them. We were so happy that they were placed in our arm and hands reach. Life was so great. The Time came when my parents decided to move to another State. I missed Andy, and found that during family gatherings seeing Andy was more special. We learned to find places to be alone together, and even tried putting each other�s dicks in out mouths. It made them so hard and was wonderful. Even living hundred of miles away from each other we still felt close There was no one else in the world that could fill Andy�s shoes, (or pants). He looked up to me, and I had always protected him. No one told us about the facts of life. We found them on our own. In the summer of '69, at the tender age of thirteen, I overheard some older boys talking about sex. How a male and female can fuck and have a baby. Wow, that was unreal. Could this be true? The next time I went to visit Andy, we went outside to ride bikes as we rode up and down the street talking about what I had heard. Andy said 'No way'. I was lying. FUCK is a bad word. No way could his mom and dad have fucked. It seemed unreal to me also. This lead to another argument which had to be proven true by me. We rode our bikes around behind a set of grain elevators and pulled out our dicks. We thought we would inspect them again, and look closely for the hidden truth, and maybe have a little fun. We could see nothing different other than mine was so much harder than normal. Andy felt mine and said it is so hard it might bust. All the attention he was giving me made me think it would bust. It felt different this time, and a long stream of sticky stringy stuff was seeping out. When Andy touched his finger to it, a long strand of it pulled out from my dick. What was this stuff? Is this what makes a baby? How would you get it in a woman? I couldn�t prove it. I did not understand it. We went to my old house next door to Andy�s which was now unoccupied and fortunately unlocked where we went into the vacant houses bathroom and locked the door. We took off all our clothes to take time to play with our bodies and learn. My most memorable moment happened when Andy lay on the floor naked with his soft butt pointing upward, where we wanted to see how a man could fuck a woman. We were going to try to find out. I took my hard slippery dick and placed it in the butt cheeks of Andy. The only logical opening on a person since we had no idea a girl had a crack. Not going in the hole but laying my dick up the crack of his butt, I slowly rocked and moved my hips back and forth in his crack. It was soooooo soft. I had never felt anything like it. Wow, I could not stop. The tip of my dick was sliding up the crack of his butt to the small of his back. I did not know what was happening. Andy let me keep it up. I will never forget the feeling that over powered me. A rope of very clear substance started to string from my dick. It made his butt slipperier and felt better. The more I slipped up and down the crack, the more super transparent snotty like stuff oozed out. It was the most fantastic different moment in my life. It seemed to last forever. I wish it could have. I lost my virginity to Andy that summer. I am not gay, but feel it was wonderful, and right. Andy could hardly wait until he could do it too. For the next several years while having our fun, he watched me shoot sticky stuff out of my dick. One family visit to my home, he waited for me to come home from being out late with my friends wanting to show me what he could now do. He stroked his dick like I showed him, and he blew his load. We were so happy that he could shoot private juice like me. We even made games out of it. In one game we would jack the other person until he was close to coming and he would say 'stop'. Then the other would jack them until he came close to Cumming and say'Stop'. The person who shot first would loose. I remember one time when I said stop, and Andy keep going until I came. He cheated, and I lost, he laughed so hard. He thought he had won. Little did he know that I was really the winner? We held special sticky sessions for many years, and tried all kinds of things. We found an old mattress in the attic that had a million small holes in it. We found that we could spread the cotton inside, put our dicks in it and fuck until our juices was injected. It was great. No clean up evolved. We never could go all the way with butt fucking. We stuck them in, but never came in each other. I guess it was because we loved to watch our dicks shoot. We spent many good times skinny-dipping together at a state park beach, driving around in fast cars naked. Everything was a game. Since then we have both married, have famines of our own. I was the best man at his wedding; he was best man at mine. What no one knows is that he is a better "best man" than anyone will ever know. I miss the Kody & Andy bond. Sometimes I think about it, and still get a very hard feeling in my pants. Even though we seldom see each other and family gathering are less private, I can still feel his softness in my mind, like it was yesterday and still smile. Cody