When I was younger my best friend Matt and I used to play around and get each other off. We never considered ourselves gay, just experimenting. We’d play with each other's cocks, watch each other jerk off and hump each other's bare bum sliding our cocks up and down our ass cracks until we got off.

One day after school we were at his house in his bedroom playing around. He was on his stomach naked and I was on top of him humping his ass. Just then his dad walked in. Barry was a construction worker that travelled a lot but it turns out he came home a day early. He was furious, yelling at Matt, smacking him but said nothing to me.

After a few minutes of yelling, he grabbed me by the arm and stormed out of Matt’s room. As we made our way through the kitchen I assumed he was going to tell me to leave but we continued downstairs. When we got into the den, he asked if I wanted him to do what I was doing to his son. I was caught off guard but said sure and lay down on my stomach on the futon. He pulled my pants down and I felt his hard cock sliding up and down my ass crack. His pace got faster and he was really driving me into the couch. All of a sudden he let out a big gasp and I felt his cum all in my ass crack.

He got off me and told me to leave and that he wouldn’t tell anyone what he saw me and Matt doing. Two months later the family moved away and I never saw them again.