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With that many kids in the house, Tommy and I grew up sharing not only a bedroom but most of our clothes and – importantly – a bed. I never knew what it was like to sleep alone and I’ve never been able to get used to it. I had no better or closer friend and neither did he. Although we were a grade apart, we spent all our time together. In high school we both did some dating. Dad didn’t pry but he wanted to make sure we were men and had scored at least once with a chick. He didn’t really care who it was so long as it wasn’t a Catholic girl. In his mind, Catholic girls were here on earth to remain protected virgins until they married and had children, Protestant girls however were all sluts and were here only to be fucked by horny Catholic boys. Sometime in high school I know that we both dipped our wicks in cunt. Somehow Dad sensed it and we could tell he was pleased. I don’t even remember who the girl was.

We didn’t really mess around with each other in high school. But we did jack off together a few times. It is hard to jack off in the same bed with someone and keep it a secret. We usually just ignored it when the other jacked off. I’d just turn my back and let him go to it. He’d do the same for me. Occasionally we’d jack off together. Of course, on cold nights we’d snuggle close and I’d feel his breath on my face or his crotch against my butt when we spooned or his arm laid across my stomach or his head on my shoulder. When he graduated from high school he decided to lie out of school for a year. He worked and we entered college together the next years as freshmen. We moved into the dorm as roommates. I never thought of any other arrangement and neither did he. We got along, we wanted to be together, and we weren’t interested in being with anyone else. The room had separate beds and this took some getting used to. That wasn’t the only difference from home. We felt a freedom we didn’t have at home. We started a nightly ritual of jacking off together. We would both lay flat on our back in our separate beds and when one started stroking the other would follow. From the sound of the stroking and breathing we could tell when the other was getting close. More often than not we came together.

One night about a month after school started, I had just gotten in bed and Tommy was getting undressed when he started to get in bed with me. I immediately moved over to make room for him and he slid right in. That was the end of separate beds. We never slept alone again. I guess he missed the physical contact and closeness as much as I did. It was cramped but it felt like home with him back in the same bed. His snoring was comforting and his closeness was reassuring. I could feel him near me and he could feel me. The mutual jack-off sessions continued. Now we could not only hear each other but we could feel each other’s rhythm, the same arm movement, the same hip action as our hard dicks pointed upwards in the dark toward the ceiling. We stroked together in unison. We breathed together. We shot off together. Our cum would shoot up into the air and spray over both our bodies. We fell asleep together. We would stick together from dried cum. Soon underwear disappeared and we slept naked.

It wasn’t long before things progressed. I would put my arm around his shoulders as we jacked off together, then his hand would be on my leg, then his fingers would encircle my balls, then before you know it we were fisting each other’s dick. It feels completely different to have another guy’s dick in your hand. Fairly soon it became routine for us to grab hold of and stroke each other’s dick. From there it was dry humping against butt cheeks, playing with nipples, and then late one Friday night after drinking too much, our lips met while we were getting it on. It surprised us both but neither of us backed away. Our lips touched again, then Tommy pressed against me, my lips parted just enough for the tip of my tongue to touch his lips. He felt it. I felt it. The tip of his tongue met mine. Then the floodgates opened and we were deep kissing with intertwined tongues sucking spit from each other’s mouth. Our arms wrapped around our naked squirming bodies as our hard dicks danced and fought each other.

The next night I made some preparations. For several nights, Tommy had dry humped my butt until he shot off. He had rubbed his cock head and his fingers against my tight asshole. I knew he really wanted in. I wanted him in too. So, just before bed I shoved two big globs of Vaseline up my asshole. It took me forever to work my way in. I wasn’t sure that he could ever get his dick in there but I was willing to give the old college try. I jumped in bed and almost immediately Tommy was humping against my backside. This time when he rubbed his swollen dick head against my hole, it was gooey and slick. He continued working on my asshole as he held me close. Eventually, before I really knew it, his dickhead slid right in. My hole just opened up and he popped in. I couldn’t explain the feeling.

It was new, slightly unsettling, but very exciting and it all felt right. It felt like the way it should be. God, it made me hard. To think part of his body was inside my body made me want to cum. I don’t think Tommy had any clue what he was doing more than I did. We both were literally feeling our way. He got most of his shaft into my ass before he shot. When he shot his whole body lurched back and forth like he was having a seizure. It was stronger and longer than any climax he had had before. The next day Tommy came home with a tube of lubricant from a drug store. We both used it. We both fucked and we both got fucked that night. We didn’t get much sleep. Once we got the hang of how to do it, we couldn’t stop. I couldn’t believe anything could feel so good for so long and make you want to do it again and again and again. For the next several nights each of us must have shot 3 or 4 times per night from fucking. We were exhausted, drained, and sleep deprived. But we felt great and couldn’t wait for the night to come.

Over Thanksgiving weekend, my older sister Mary Margaret looked at Tommy and me with an expression that made me think she knew exactly what was going on. But then again, I’m not too concerned because I would bet anything she and Mary Catherine are doing the same. I just know it. Queers and dykes.

Then one night just before Christmas break a thought came to me while Tommy and I were kissing and rimming – one of our favorite things to do. Big open mouth sloppy kisses, with just a slight bitter after-taste from the ass residue. We rimmed each other’s butt holes not just in preparation for fucking but because we both really enjoyed the feeling, both of giving and receiving. It was in the middle of this that it dawned on me. Tommy and I were lovers. We were queer and we were lovers.

We weren’t just buddies taking care of each other’s needs because we couldn’t find women to do it for us. We weren’t looking for women. This wasn’t a substitute for boobs and cunt. I couldn’t remember the last date either of us had with a girl and neither of us was looking. We were busy having sex with each other every night, sometimes several times per night. Buddies might jack each other off, maybe even suck each other if they are really desperate for sex, but we were rimming and kissing. Straight boys do not put their lips on other’s boy’s assholes and put their tongues up other boy’s butts or French kiss other boy’s mouths, particularly their brother, night after night after night, no matter how horny or hard up they get.

But we did. We also fucked each other’s butt, and played with nipples, and fingered assholes, and sucked balls, and gave each other complete tongue baths. And we both loved it and saw no reason to change. We weren’t biding our time until we found the real thing. This was the real thing. There was no need to look any further. We had found it. I quit thinking about it and let the thought slide from my mind as our lips parted and we turned in bed so that Tommy could sit on my face and he could bury his face in my upturned spread butt cheeks for the third time that night.

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