Closer Than Before

I had known Josh since my 2nd year of high school. He had moved from up north and me and him had become firm friends. We did everything together. I spent most of my summer holidays with him, riding our bikes round the vilage, going round eachothers house, the norm for best friends at that age. We never split up. We got placed in the same form at high school, in most of the same lessons. Then came the usual thing at high school, the one thing that comes to every young person at some point. To smoke, or not to smoke. Josh's mum was a heavy smoker, who didn't have any problem with any of her offspring puffing on a few ciggies a day.

One day,in our 3rd year, the two of us being 17 going on 18, Josh led me to a place known by students as "The Hole". It was a circular shaped clearing among a sheet of brambles. The floor was covered in fag ends and all kind of unspeakable muck. I watched Josh pull out a tin, and roll himself a ciggie. I had suspected that he was a smoker, but here was the proof. He then made a 2nd one and offered it to me. I don't know why I did it, whether it was because he was my best friend in the world, or I was just curious, but I took the thin, white cylinder and put my lips to it as Josh held his lighter to the end.

For years to come, it was the done thing for me Josh and a bunch of other smokers to get off the school bus and go down the bottom of the meadow, where we would all share ciggies.

The two of us left school with pretty much the same grades. We had not done badly, but our results weren't fantastic either. We both deicided to enter the world of work and that we would do it together, as it can be a very daunting experience. We worked as labourers, the common job for men looking for easy work. We were on £21,000 a year and after two years of rent to our parents decided to rent a small flat together, not too far from our employer. We were 17 at this point.

Josh's 18th came round very quickly, being in December and time passing faster that time of year anyway. In the following months, he used to go off by himself after work and come home late, around 10-ish. It was one night in April, a week before my birthday that Josh revealed to me where he had been going. One of the labourers on our firm, Scott, was a homo-erotic film-maker, and he had snapped Josh up one day, saying he thought he was beautiful. Josh played me the tape of him losing his virginity. It was to a big man, who looked as though he was forcing himself upon Josh more than anything.

"As soon as you turn 18 Sam", He said "I'll take you there, and we can have our own films with eachother".
Of course, this idea was completely absurd. I wasn't gay. I liked women. I didn't have a problem with gays or their culture, which is possibly what led me to losing my virginity to him.

It was my 18th, and Josh wanted to stick to his promise of taking me to Scott's house to lose my virginity. I had been pondering over whether I should go or not, but I had made up my mind.

"Josh", I said, "I want to lose my virginity in a special way. To you, but you only. I don't want anybody else around us. I want the door locked, the phone unplugged and the bedroom door locked shut too. Since it wasn't a huge flat, we shared a room with two single beds. But tonight we pushed them together. Josh had been prepared and whipped out a tub of vaseline. He placed it down on the bedside table and took his top off, so only his naked torso was left. I followed suit and found myself shaking slightly.
"This was it"
We made towards eachother and embraced. More than a hug, our hands dtermined to feel whatever they might work their way over. I smelled his hair. It was nice, just the scent of another human being this close to you, was nice.I felt Josh's hands un-buttoning my jeans, and I pulled down his tracksuit bottoms. I prized his trousers down to his ankles, as my jeans slipped loosley to mine. We both stepped over our trousers and, flicking our feet, kicked them lazily to the side. I looked into his deep green eyes and felt my face getting closer to his, as though our noses were magnetic. I tipped my head slightly to the right, and we kissed.

Our hands below were held together, rubbing eachother's palms. I don't know for how long we kissed, but it seemed like all the time in the world. When we finally retracted, I jumped back onto the bed and slipped my boxers around my ankles and flung them aside ontop of my jeans. Josh did the same. We were beoth fully naked now, bar the socks.

"Are you ready?" Asked Josh.
"I've been ready since the moment I met you". I replied.
Josh grabbed the tub of vaseline and un-screwed the lid. He got a dollop on his index finger, and wiped all around my anus, slighly penetrating. He delved back into the tub and pulled out a handful, which he proceeded to smear all over his thick, juicy cock. Josh stood at the end of the bed, and I laid flat on my back at the end nearest to him. The Legs Up position. He idled forwards and I wrapped my legs around his shoulders.

"Your turn" Josh said, smiling at me. I felt around my anus and grabbed Josh's slopping wet cock. I guided the tip towards the small hole, and Josh slowly pressed forwards. The first few centimetres felt like someone had instantly swapped my anus for a ring of fire, but as Josh's penis proceeded inside of me it hurt no more, and the fantastic feeling of releif overwhelmed me. He retracted back, then pressed forwards again. He fucked me slowly and tenderly, just as you should for a first outing into anal penetration. I grabbed my penis firmly with my right hand and started to masturbate, meanwhile Josh was in full swing. The moans and groans I was making helped him get into the swing of things I beleive. After what felt like no time at all, but when we checked had been 17 minutes, Josh ejaculated inside of me.

The feeling of having the warm liquid, swimming around inside my arse, was absolutely fantastic. So fantastic even, I got a sudden burst of sexual energy, and the ache vanished from my arm, allowing me to masturbate myself to ejaculation. I had cum over my body once befor, but the sensation of the hot, sticky liquid, and my best friend in the world looking down upon me, stroking my leg gave it an extra boost. That was my first delve into the world of homosexuality, and I would reccommend it to anybody.

If any of you are wondering, this is a our story. And may I say, that my years on we're still in the same flat, having the same sex a couple of nights a week. And I would like to stress, that I wouldn't have it any other way...