I spent some time in Latin America growing up. I went to an American school and made friends with Alfonso. He parents owned a small coffee plantation, and we went out there often. He had parties there. We were there together, it was the middle of the week and school was out and we were in the pool and we took our swim trunks off to swim naked.
He sat on the side of the pool, and I came up to him, he opened his legs for me to get closer and I was a little inch away from his dick, and I sucked him right there. It wasn’t a kiss, or a fast suck, it was a very long suck like a suckling baby. He held my head, and I continued. It was all natural, it swelled up in me. Kissing his dick was amazing, the type of thing you do and don’t forget it.
We went back into the house and the bedroom and after slipping our swimsuits off I took the position and Alfonso got behind me and got his dick in me. It took some time, and it hurt a little, but mostly it just felt good. We eventually fell forward on the bed with him no top of me and that’s when it was a magic feeling. Now it felt good, now it was real.
This escapade, this magic moment, became the thing that ruined our friendship. For me no, but for Alfonso yes. Understanding that he had gay feelings, and gay desires was scary. I accepted it, if anything I wanted to repeat it. But I left school and went to university before I met a guy who wanted his dick sucked.
